TG: Bracelet of Love 

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Bracelet of Love Part One			       by			    Stephanie	



Diane had spent much of her time hunting down antique shops sincewe had arrived in England. In the

four years I've

known my wife, she hasalways collected strange bits and pieces from all over the place. Shewasn't

about to stop simply because we were on vacation. "So what did youget this time?" I asked her.

"Have a look," she said with a smile.	I opened her bag and took out several small metal animal

figuresand an odd-looking bracelet. I picked up the bracelet and tried to makesense of the

carvings on the side of it. "What is it?"	She shrugged. "I don't have a clue. It got me so

intrigued, I hadto buy it."	The bracelet was two half-circles of what looked like brass,hinged at

one end. There was no catch to hold the bracelet in place, andthere was no indication that there

had ever been one. "How's it supposedto stay on?"	Diane leaned over and took the bracelet. "Don't

know. When we getback home I'm really going to have a fun time finding out all about it'shistory."

She placed the bracelet around her wrist and held it closed.	I'll always remember what happened

next. The bracelet began toglow a bright blue. Diane jerked her hand back in surprise, but

thebracelet stayed on her wrist. She turned to me. "David! What'shappening?"	I looked at her

frightened face, and it was then that the changecame over her. Her bust started to increase. She

had never been thatwell-endowed, and while I love my wife, I had always wondered what shewould be

like with large breasts. Her blouse and bra were straining, andshe was in pain from the

constriction of her bra, which was now far toosmall for her.	I pulled her blouse up and managed to

get the bra undone. Shepulled off her blouse, and we both gasped at her large mammaries.	"Diane,

how..." I stopped, lost for words. Had the braceletsomehow done this? It was impossible that

someone could change so muchin an instant, but I was confronted with incontrovertible proof.	"Who

cares?" she replied in a sultry voice. "I want you. Now."	How could she think of sex after her

body had been transformedby some unknown power? She stood up from the double bed and quicklypushed

down the short skirt and panties that she was wearing.	It was then that I noticed that it wasn't

just her breasts thathad changed. Diane's body had subtly altered. She was like an

idealizedversion of the Diane I knew. She had been beautiful before, but now shewas the embodiment

of sensuality. I could feel myself growing erect, andI knew I had to have her right then and

there.	I stood, ripping off my clothes, and then we were lockedtogether. We made passionate love,

more intense than ever before. It wasfantastic, and we went at it for ages. We came together

several timesbefore I collapsed. She was insatiable, and when I was too exhausted sheplayed with

herself until I was ready to go again.	Finally, even she started to slow down. It was dark

outside. Wehad been making love for hours. She got up from the rumpled bed andstretched. Even now,

she was still visibly aroused. At that moment, I wastoo exhausted to care. 	What happened next

brought me fully awake again. Diane walkedover to the far side of the hotel room, then she

flickered and changed.Now, she was totally unrecognizable as my Diane. She was about a foottaller,

with short black hair and brown skin. She was still turned on,and I could see the surprise in her

eyes at her new change.	I called out her name and ran over to her. When I was about twofeet from

her, she became the buxom version of her normal body again.	"What's happening to me?" she

whispered in shock.	I lifted her arm which was wearing the bracelet. The hinge wason one side. On

the other side where the clasp would have been, thetwo halves were joined into one by a

silver-like material, as if thebracelet had been welded shut. Somehow, I had to get this off and

breakwhatever spell had transformed my wife. I pulled at the two halves of thebracelet, and it

snapped open. The silvery joining metal had vanished.	Instantly, Diane returned to her normal

self. I flung thebracelet on the bed and we stared at it in shock. Eventually, I brokethe silence

by saying. "I think you got a bargain there."	Diane started giggling and we embraced. We sat back

on the bedwell away from the bracelet. I asked her what it was like.	She smiled. "It was

fantastic. Every single sensation turned meon. I've always wondered what it was like to have

breasts that big. Didyou notice we came together every time? When you've recovered, we'll trythe

bracelet again."	"You're mad!" I exclaimed. "You have no idea what it will do toyou!"	"I know

exactly what it will do. You'll have to get used to thebig-breasted amazon who'll be sharing your

bed from now on."	"But, you changed when you walked over there." I protested.	Diane nodded. "I got

closer to the man in the next room than Iwas to you. The bracelet seems to turn me into the ideal

sexual mate forwhomever I'm closest to." She frowned. "There was only one problem."	"What was

that?"	"I couldn't take off the bracelet. Somehow, I just couldn't makemyself do it, and I

couldn't form the words to ask you to do it."	"It took control of you?"	"No, not exactly.

Everything else was me being driven by thedesires of my body. I just couldn't do anything about

taking thebracelet off." She picked up the bracelet and put it in a bag under thebed. "Well, we

can experiment when we get back home."	I could tell that Diane was itching to use the bracelet

again. Iwasn't so sure that we should be using it at all. We had no idea whereit had gotten it's

amazing power from, or what effects it might have onus.	We took a shower and ordered a meal. We

were so tired by our longlovemaking session that we went to bed early.	It was still dark when I

awoke. I could feel myself growingerect, despite the long session I had had the day before. I was

filledwith an intense need to make love to Diane. I reached over to her. Shewas already awake. She

guided my hand down to her pussy. Over severallong minutes, I massaged her to the point of orgasm.

Then I could containmyself no longer and I moved on top, sinking my hard length into her.	Again,

it was heaven. The lovemaking session felt even betterthan it had when Diane was wearing the

bracelet. I seemed to haveregained my energy; I was unstoppable. It was as I was pounding

intoDiane a fourth time that I finally realized that something was different.There was something

around my wrist.	We came together in another explosive climax and then collapsedin each other's

arms. I tried to reach the bracelet and remove it, butsomehow I couldn't make my hand move towards

it.	I tried to ask her to remove the bracelet, but I couldn't seem tobe able to form the words.

Like Diane, I couldn't take the bracelet offor ask someone to do it for me. "Diane? I thought you

were going to waituntil we got back home." This was as close as I could get to evenmentioning the

bracelet.	"I'm sorry, my love. I couldn't wait. It feels so good, doesn'tit?" she said softly.

"You're probably ready to go again."	She was right, I could feel my erection starting to return.

Iheld out my arm with the bracelet on, it was the most I could do to tellher I wanted it off me.

Diane smiled, "In a minute. I just have to go to the bathroom."	I lay in bed feeling my sex urge

returning. If she didn't hurry,I was going to jump her when she got back. I climbed out of bed

andturned on the bedside lamp. My reflection stared back at me from themirror built into the side

of the wardrobe. It was recognizable as me,but I had changed greatly. My body was now an idealized

version of mynormal form. My body was more heavily muscled, and my prick had grownsubstantially in

size. I walked towards the mirror so that I couldexamine my new self more closely.	As I approached

the mirror, the world shimmered, and I was dizzyfor a second. Then it passed, and I looked again

at myself in themirror. It took several seconds for me to register the fact that thebuxom,

dark-skinned woman in the mirror was me. What was going on? Ilooked down at myself in horror,

already knowing what my eyes would see.	Large perfect breasts topped with dark aroused nipples.

Ishivered and my breasts jostled. I raised my dainty brown hands to themand gently caressed my

tits. I could feel my hands stroking my nipples,which were quickly becoming aroused. Desire

sparked through my curvyfeminine body, but the image that flashed through my mind was not of

mepleasuring Diane. I wanted to be on my back with a strong man betweenmy legs.	I felt a yearning

desire for something in the next room. It wasthe man whose fantasies had shaped my body. I had

moved closer to theman than I was to Diane when I had walked over to the mirror.	All I could think

about was going next door and making mad,passionate love with him. I was getting really turned on

by now, and itwas all I could do to stop myself from running out into the hall andhammering on his

door. I felt a strange tingling between my legs, and Iran my hand over the lips of my new pussy.

It felt so strange to feelthat between my own legs.	As I stroked my fingers over the outside of my

vagina, I wasbuilding up the nerve to explore further. Whereas just a few minutesbefore, sex had

meant getting hard and penetrating a woman, now it meantopening my legs and being penetrated. I

pushed a finger further into myvagina, and my resistance broke. I wanted that cock buried deep in

mypussy more than anything in the world.	I staggered over to the door and fumbled with the lock.

"David!" I heard my wife call. "Wait up!" She rushed over to me,and suddenly I was back in the

idealized version of my own body. It wasalmost as turned on as my female body had been. Diane

reached over andsnapped open the bracelet. In an instant I was back in my normal body.	The sexual

compulsion diminished as I stood there looking atDiane. "Didn't I tell you it feels great?" she

said.	"It was very good." I admitted, but my mind was worrying aboutthe feelings I had had just

moments before for the man in the next room."I must have gotten too far away from you and too

close to whoever isnext door."	Diane smiled. "Yeah, I saw you slipping under the influence. Itmust

have been a shock to suddenly find yourself all tits and ass. Wherewere you going?"	I felt my face

getting red from embarrassment. "I was going tothe guy next door. I couldn't help myself."	"It's

okay. When I became that woman earlier I had the samecompulsion. You got to me more quickly,

before I succumbed to it. Ididn't want to say anything at the time. I didn't understand why I

wassuddenly attracted to someone else." She picked up the bracelet andburied it at the bottom of

one of the suitcases. "With something likethis, perhaps it isn't a good idea to experiment in a

hotel."	She turned and walked back to me. "...but when we get back, weare going to have the time

of our lives."	We returned to bed. I don't know about Diane, but I had greattrouble getting back

to sleep. It was a relief to learn that I wasn'tresponsible for the yearning I had felt for

another man when I wasfemale. However, I couldn't stop thinking about the desires that had

runthrough me. I caught myself wondering what it would be like to have sexas a woman. To feel a

cock filling my most intimate place.	The next day, we went out sightseeing around the English town

ofOxford where we were staying. It's a marvellous place, steeped incenturies of history. To be

honest, though, our minds were elsewhere. I'msure Diane was thinking about the bracelet just as

much as I was. We hadanother week and a half in England, and I was sure we'd be experimentingwith

that bracelet long before we got home. All my concerns about thebracelet had vanished after the

experience I had had the night before.	We returned to the hotel shortly after lunch, and headed

back toour room. The first thing that Diane did when we got in was to check thatthe bracelet was

still where she had hidden it. She breathed a sigh ofrelief and waved it at me with a smile.	She

slipped it on, and I was confronted by an insatiable goddess.We made passionate love again. When

she had virtually worn me out, shestarted playing with herself. As Diane ran her hands over her

perfectform, I couldn't help but wonder what it must be like to have a body likethat. The bracelet

caused the wearer to experience the extremes ofpleasure, and we were getting thoroughly addicted

to it.	After several hours, I reached over and opened the bracelet.Diane returned to her normal

self, and slowly she came down from herheights of ecstasy.	"We're not going to be able to take too

much more of this." Isaid, only half-jokingly.	"I think we'll manage." Diane said with a smile.

"Your turn."	She handed me the bracelet, and with absolutely no hesitation Iput it on. Again, I

felt my body shifting into the well-hung idealizedversion of myself. The sex urge returned, as

strong as ever, and Ireached over to Diane.	She smiled and pushed my hand away. "Hold on a minute.

I want totry something." she said.	"Well, hurry." I replied. "I don't think I can hold back

toolong." My hand dropped to my penis and started slowly to manipulate it.	"Alright." she said.

"Back when I was in University I once wentwith a woman." This was no news to me. She had told me

years before. Shehad been to a party, gotten drunk, and had had sex with a friend of

hers.Afterwards, both had been fairly embarrassed by what had happened andthat was the end of it.

"Let me describe her for you," she continued.	I smiled, this was a favorite sex game of ours. My

wife tellingme, in intimate detail, how she had made passionate love to a woman. Ithad never yet

failed to turn me on.	"She had the most delicate cutest features. Her nose was smalland pert. Her

lips were full, and very kissable. Her eyes were blue andvery sensuous. She had masses of curly,

black hair, long and full."	I felt a rustling on my head. I reached up to see what it was.My hand

met a mass of hair rapidly pushing out from my scalp. Dianesmiled as she saw realization dawning

in my eyes. "Diane, I'm notsure..."	"Shhh. Let me finish." I wanted her so badly. I must admitpart

of me wanted to experience femininity again. "Her voice was richand high. I remember when we were

making love, she made these quiet yelpsas I licked her pussy."	I felt my throat flex and change.

"Diane, please..." I said andstopped in surprise. My voice was now totally feminine and I

couldn'tbelieve it was now mine. Diane was right, that voice was utterly sexy.	"Of course," Diane

continued with a wide grin on her face. "Herbody was far less muscled than yours. She had no hair

on her lovely bodyexcept for a delicate patch around her crotch."	My body rippled and again my

body altered to her commands. Mybody was now no larger than hers and my skin was indeed hairless

andsilky smooth. Diane ran her hand over my creamy, soft skin. I waswondering how far she would

take this. "Tell me more." I said, in thevoice of an extremely excited woman.	"She had these long,

shapely legs, running up to wide hips." Mylegs subtly altered shape and then I felt a pulling

sensation in my hips.My wife drank in the new alterations and then continued. "She had curvesin

all the right places, especially her breasts," she paused.	By now, my erection was almost painful

in its intensity. Whywouldn't she continue her description? Then I realized she wanted me toask

her to carry on. "Please tell me about her breasts." I asked her. Myvoice was like that of a woman

in heat.	I could see the desire in her eyes as she spoke. "They werelarge, firm and very

beautiful. Each one was topped by a erect, rednipple aching to be touched." I felt a tightening in

my chest, and thenit started to expand. We watched in lust as I grew two creamy, softbreasts.	I

reached up with one hand and caressed my new equipment. Imoaned in ecstasy at the erotic

sensations they gave. I was now turned onbeyond control. I rolled over onto Diane. My breasts

swayed and jostledas I did so, and this just turned me on even more. She was almost asexcited as I

was as she guided my aching prick into her hot pussy.	In one slow movement, I slid inside her as

far as possible. Shearched against me and gave a breathless cry of joy. Then, wrapping herarms

around my neck, she drew my ear next to her mouth. She held me deepinside her as she whispered in

my ear. "What I enjoyed most about oursession was her lovely pussy. I spent hours lapping at it."

I heard hergiggle as she felt my penis start to retract. I pulled away from her andtried to grab

it, but it had already changed into a vagina.	"Why did you do that?" I cried. I desperately wanted

to fuck mywife, and at the same time I wanted to be fucked.	"I wanted to show you what it is like

to be a woman. Once you'veexperienced this, you'll know how to please me even more." She

reachedover the side of the bed and produced her toiletries bag. From that sheproduced her

favorite vibrator. It had a multi-speed setting and wasshaped like an erect penis, even to the

veins running along its length.	"Diane, give me back my cock please." I begged.	"Tell me

truthfully, David," she asked, "You want this inside you,don't you?"	My eyes were riveted to the

vibrator. "Yes," I heard myself say.	She shifted over and dropped her mouth to my nipples. They

werestanding stiffly like little erections and they were at least assensitive. She nipped and

sucked my nipples for ages. Her hair caressedmy soft skin as she suckled. I found myself getting

even more aroused.My new pussy was aching to be filled by something. It's hard todescribe, but it

was a little like an inside-out erection.	Finally, she let my breasts go and moved her attention

down tomy wet pussy. Then I felt the vibrator nudging my outer lips. She hadwarmed it with her

hands as she had suckled on my breasts. Now she wasrunning it slowly around the outside of my

vagina. The need to be filledgrew greater and greater. My legs were spread wide and I started

beggingmy wife to fuck me.	After what seemed an eternity of waiting, she granted my wish.The

vibrator glided into me, separating the slick walls of my vagina.That first penetration was

fantastic. It felt so strange, so differentand yet so right.	Then Diane switched it on. The

vibrations intensified thefeelings I was getting. Part of it was designed to stimulate my

clitoris,and it was doing a very good job of it. Diane began to rub it in and outof my hot pussy

as I slowly lost all control.	As the erotic intensity increased still further, I began tofantasize

that the vibrator was a real cock...that I was making love witha strong and powerful man. Diane

continued to stoke the vibrator in andout of my pussy as she began sucking my nipples.	This was

too much for me, and I felt something explode in mycrotch and shoot through my whole body. I

thought I had had powerfulorgasms in the past, but they were nothing compared to the one I was

having at that moment. Diane didn't stop, though, and the waves ofpleasure increased again. In the

distance I could here my new sexy voicemoaning in ecstasy.	I came several times, in short

succession. Finally, Diane stoppedand I lay there, feeling the last traces of my orgasms racing

through mybody. Then the vibrator was removed and replaced by something smaller,but much more

flexible. Diane was eating my pussy.	I wanted to reciprocate so I moved her legs until she

waskneeling over my head. I grabbed her ass with my dainty hands and beganto lick Diane's cunt.	We

didn't get any sleep that night. We were both insatiable. Wetried many positions in our

lovemaking, with Diane always in control. Atone point, I was on my hands and knees on my bed,

while she thrust thevibrator deep into me from behind. Between each bout, we'd lay in eachother's

arms, kissing, our breasts rubbing together and our pussiesrubbing against each other's legs.

Diane drifted off to sleep around about dawn. While she slept, Istayed as close to her as

possible, dozing occasionally myself. The levelof intensity that I had reached as a woman amazed

me. Did women reallyreach a higher level of arousal than men, or was it just due to thebracelet? I

was still heavily turned on, and as I drifted into and out ofsleep, I gently felt myself up,

slowly and dreamily massaging my clit.	At that point, I didn't want to go back to being a man.

Onethought was going constantly through my mind. What would it be like witha real man? As a man, I

would have disturbed by such a thought, but I wasa woman in heat.	I was far too turned on to be

able to go to sleep. After an hourof lying awake, I began to feel a pressure in my bladder, so I

got up togo to the bathroom. As I walked across the carpet, I was acutely awareof how different my

body was. My breasts bounced and swayed with even theslightest movement. My hips were much wider

than I was used to, and Iknew that they gave me a sexy wiggle as I walked.	In the bathroom, a

small window was open, and I could feel thenight air wash over my soft, sensitive skin. I stood

over the toilet andreached down for my dick. Which wasn't there of course. I sat down andeven the

feeling of my bladder emptying was erotic to me. I wiped myselfdown with some toilet paper and

then headed back to bed.	Despite my exertions through the night just ending, I was wideawake. In

the faint pre-dawn light, I looked in the mirror. The woman Ihad become was gorgeous. What must it

be like to live in a body likethis full time, I wondered. To have men lusting after you?	One of my

slim, feminine hands dropped between my legs, and Ibegan to masturbate again. I edged closer to

the mirror so that I couldsee what I was doing to myself more clearly.	It was only when my body

shifted and changed that I rememberedabout the other people in the hotel. My body had reverted to

the brownamazon that both Diane and I had become earlier.	I had gotten closer to the man in the

next room than I was toDiane. As I stood there caressing myself, I could sense his presence onthe

other side of the wall. I had to go to him. If I had just taken twosteps back towards Diane I

would have been okay, but I just couldn'tmake myself do that.	Instead, I went to the door, opened

it and slipped out into thehall.	The hall lights were still on. I squinted while my eyesadjusted.

A quick glance either way revealed the hallway to be empty,which was something that I was glad for

when I remembered that I wasnaked.	The lust for whomever was in the next room was

growingsecond-by-second. I quickly went over to the door of the next room andtried to open it. It

was locked. I felt frustration at being separatedfrom the man whose desires had shaped my body.	I

knocked at the door, quietly at first, and then louder. I wasafraid that I would wake up the other

guests, but I had to get in thatroom at all costs.	After several minutes I heard a stirring in the

room. The doorwas opened slightly.	"Who is it?" asked a very sleepy voice with a southern

Englishaccent.	"Can I come in?" I asked in a rich, feminine voice. "I've lockedmyself out of my

room and I could do with some help."	The door opened wider to reveal a blond, fairly

athletically-built boy in his late teens or early twenties. His eyes nearly poppedout of his head

when he saw that I had absolutely nothing covering mysmooth, brown skin. It took nearly all of my

self-control to stop myselffrom jumping on him there and then.	"Can I come in?" I asked again,

trying to keep the desire out ofmy voice.	"Uh...yeah, sure." He opened the door and stepped out of

the way.	I walked past him into the room, 'accidentally' brushing one ofmy hands against his

shorts as I did so. It was impossible to mistake thehard lump that I felt there. Well, I was the

very image of his desires,wasn't I?	The room itself had the same layout as mine and Diane's

exceptthat there were two single beds instead of a double bed. I noticed, to mygreat surprise,

that the far bed was occupied. It had never occurred tome that the boy might not be alone.	The

other figure stirred and sat up. "Who was at the door, Tim?"he asked. The curtains had only been

half closed, and there was enoughlight to see the room's other occupant.	My jaw dropped open when

I saw that the boy in bed was the onewho had opened the door. I turned around to see that he was

still behindme. Twins!	Tim closed the door behind himself and asked, "How...uh...can wehelp you?"

He was having a hard time trying not to stare at my breasts,with their proudly-erect nipples. He

didn't realize that his own arousalwas just as blatantly obvious to me.	"I'm here for you." I

answered, making my voice as seductive as Icould.	"For m-me?" he asked, as I approached him

slowly.	"For both of you." He was openly staring at my tits, and I wasrevelling in the feeling of

being ogled.	"Why?" he asked in a quiet voice as I reached him.	"You ask too many questions, Tim."

I replied, and then kissedhim. He was too surprised to do anything as my tongue snaked into

hisopen mouth. I pressed my breasts against his chest and held his head withone hand. My other

hand ran down his back and into his shorts. He jumpedas I cupped his ass in my hand. A part of me

marvelled at what I wasdoing. Here I was, kissing and fondling a man, and yet loving everysecond

of it.	I wrapped one of my legs around his, and slowly rubbed my excitedpussy against his

rock-hard cock. His hormones had taken over. He wrappedhis arms around me, pulling my body against

his. I lowered him to his bedand yanked down his shorts.	My mouth dropped open in desire as I

beheld his fully-erectprick. I walked around to the side of the bed and dropped to my knees.All I

wanted to do was to worship this masculine tower. I gently held itwith one hand as I steered it to

my mouth. It was the first time that Ihad ever touched a cock other than my own.	On its head was a

glistening drop of pre-cum. I ran my tongueover it, taking its salty tang into my mouth. Tim

gasped. He was doinghis level best to last as long as possible, but I knew that he would cumsoon.

I gently wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and sucked itdeep into my mouth. For all of

my thirty-five years of life I had neverhad any real homosexual thoughts. Now, I couldn't get

enough of thisstranger's cock. As I sucked Tim, I massaged my pussy with my free hand.	Tim was

straining and moaning under me, and it wasn't a surprisewhen hot, salty cum spurted deep into my

throat. I swallowed itautomatically. When I had sucked him dry, I stood up, slightlyunsteadily,

and wiped a drop of cum from my lips. Tim was young, and Iknew he would be ready to go again soon,

but I was so worked up by now Icouldn't wait.	Fortunately, I knew that Tim and I weren't alone. I

looked overto the bed where Tim's twin had watched the display of cock-sucking. Hishand was under

the bedcovers, stroking his own hard-on. As I got closerto the other twin, my body rippled

slightly, but did not noticeablychange.	When I reached his bed, I pulled back the covers. I was

glad tonote that his cock was a twin of Tim's. He stopped rubbing himself andstared at me in lust.

"What's your name?" I asked him.	He looked at me, open-mouthed. I'm sure he couldn't remember

forseveral seconds. "R-richard," he finally managed.	"Well, Dick, I'm going to give you the fuck

of your life."	I was tempted to suck him off like I had his brother, but by nowmy cunt was aching

with the need to be filled with a long hard cock. Hedidn't resist as I pushed him onto his back

and straddled him.	As I reached down and grasped Richard's cock, a part of my mindtried to resist.

Here I was, about to make love as a woman, but whatlittle resistance I had was quickly washed away

by my body's desires. Iwas a woman, hot and sensuous. There was nothing else I could, or wantedto,

be. I guided Richard's cock to the entrance of my vagina and thenslowly sank onto its hard length.

Nothing had prepared me for the feelings that washed over me ashis cock slid into my wet pussy. I

felt like I'd taken a mile of it intome when I finally reached the base. We stayed locked together

for whatseemed like an eternity, with his cock filling me up.	Then I started to pump my pussy on

his dick. The feeling wasbeyond belief, and I was soon voicing my pleasure quite loudly inguttural

grunts of pure pleasure. Richard's hands had found my breastsand were massaging them. My whole

body was on fire, and every sensationjust added to my pleasure.	I felt myself reaching my own

climax. It was even more intensethan the one I had had with Diane. I shrieked my pleasure at the

topof my voice. As the waves of liquid pleasure ran through me, I clampeddown on Richard's dick

with my pussy. He clasped me to him as he reachedhis own orgasm. I could feel his cock twitching

as he came deep insideme.	I lay breathless on Richard as I tried to recover my breath.Nothing

could match that. We kissed gently for the first time. Iconsidered giving up my life with Diane

and just staying with Tim andRichard. The feelings that my body were causing were that strong. My

mindwas filled with the fantasy of the twins and I living together, and ofservicing them all day

long.	After about ten minutes of kissing and cuddling, I felt Richard'scock returning to life. I

was more than ready to go again. It was thenthat I felt a third hand on my back. I turned my head

to see Tim. He wasjust as ready to continue as Richard. I smiled, grabbed his cock, andpulled him

onto the bed.	It was a tight squeeze for all three of us on one bed, but wemanaged it. I rolled on

top of Richard, and Tim moved behind me. I didn'tknow quite what he had in mind until I felt him

hold my ass cheeks apart.Any worries about whether or not that would hurt were lost when I

startedsliding up and down Richard's pole again.	There was a feeling of pressure, and then Tim's

cock was enteringmy anus. It should have hurt a lot more than it did. Maybe it was due tothe

bracelet, but it didn't hurt at all. Instead, it felt great!	I now had two cocks thrusting deep

into me, and the feeling offullness was sending me to new heights. I was sandwiched between two

malehunks, and loving every second of it. I orgasmed several times, and I canremember seeing stars

in front of my eyes.	Richard came next, again filling my pussy. Then he had to waitwhile Tim rode

me to his orgasm. Tim gripped my hips tightly as hefinally climaxed inside me.	And so it went on.

Over the next few hours, as the sun roseoutside, Tim and Richard made frantic and passionate love

to me. Iquickly lost track of which one of the twins was Tim and which one wasRichard, but I truly

did not care. All that mattered was there were twococks that needed to be serviced.	To their

credit, they lasted until past noon before theycollapsed from exhaustion. I lay there, cradled

between Richard and Tim.I was satisfied for the moment, and I was able to think about what to

donext.	By now, Diane was probably awake and wondering where I haddisappeared to. I had to get

back to her, but I found it difficult toleave the twins. Their desires had shaped my body. I was

literallydesigned for their pleasure, but I had to get back to Diane. Iconcentrated on my memories

of her, and I finally gathered enough mentalpower to climb out of the tangle of limbs on the bed.

The boys stirred,then reached out for me and found each other. I left them embracing eachother,

still fast asleep. I often wonder what happened when they woke up.	I pulled a sheet off of Tim's

bed and wrapped it around myshapely body. An image flashed through my mind of me sucking Tim's

cockon that bed. I almost turned around and went straight back to the twins.I barely managed to

keep control. I opened the door and looked out intothe hall. A maid was cleaning the carpet right

next to the door of myroom.	There was nothing for it. I had to get back to Diane before mybody's

urges completely overpowered me again. I walked out into the halland towards my room. The maid's

eyes widened as she saw a woman, wrappedonly in a sheet, walk towards her. Her eyes widened even

further whenthe woman shifted and changed shape.	I had an image of Diane fixed in my mind. All I

had to do wasretain control just long enough to get back into my room, and I'd besafe. No one

would believe the maid if she told anyone about someonechanging shape.	The plan fell apart when I

started shrinking. I fell to the flooras the transformation rushed over me. When the dizziness

passed, I waswrapped in the sheet that I had been wearing. My body felt very odd anddifferent, but

before I could work out what was going on, the sheet waspulled off of my head. I looked up at the

maid standing over me with alook of utter surprise on her face. Something was wrong with my

vision.All the color seemed to have drained from it.	I could feel my sex urge returning, and I was

relieved to feel mypenis becoming erect. That relief disappeared when I looked down at mybody. The

bracelet had shrunk so that it wouldn't fall off my vastly-changed wrist. Except that it wasn't a

wrist now -- it was an ankle. Ihad four legs, covered in dark fur.	I was a dog!	The maid looked up

quickly, and then ran to one of the rooms. Sheopened the door, and then came back for me. I was

standing on all fourlegs, trying to co-ordinate myself. She scooped me up in her arms beforeI had

a real chance to get away, and then she bundled me into the room.	She slammed the door behind me

and looked at me in wonder. "Whatare you?" she asked in amazement. I tried to answer, but I could

onlymanage some growls.	She had seen me transform in front of her. I have no idea whatshe thought

I was, but she knew I was something special. My sex urge wasgrowing again. I could think of

nothing else except mounting her. In theback of my mind I was dreadfully embarrassed, but what

could I do?	Her own growing excitement was obvious on her face. She spentthe next few minutes

stroking my fur-covered body before gently touchingmy erection. Then she raised the skirt of her

maid's uniform and kneeledon the floor. She wasn't wearing any panties. I needed no

otherinvitation. I climbed onto her back and coupled with her.	I held onto her sides as best I

could with my paws and fucked herfor all she was worth. She gave a long series of moans as she

climaxed.	We remained locked together for quite some minutes before Ifinished and pulled away from

her.	When she had recovered, she went into the bathroom to clean up.I spent the time trying to get

used to walking on all fours. It's not aseasy as it looks. When she re-emerged, she said, "You're

my dreams cometrue. Now you be a good boy and stay quiet. No one is booked into thisroom, so

you'll be safe here. If no one reports you missing, I'll comeback later and take you home. We're

going have some fun together."	She was careful not to let me out as she was leaving. I

wasextremely worried about being stuck as a dog. Of course as she movedaway, I fell under the

influence of another. As I felt myself transformI realized that this was my chance to get back to

Diane.	My body rearranged itself into a well-built, middle-aged man. Iran to the door, opened it,

and lurched across the hall to my room.	I hammered on the door. I knew that she was inside even

beforethe door opened, because I changed back into the idealized version ofmy own body. The door

opened, and Diane pulled me inside.	"Thank God!" she cried as she wrapped her arms around me.

"Ithought I'd lost you for good."	She could feel my stiff cock pushing into her side, and

sherealized that I wouldn't be able to keep control for much longer. Shequickly snapped the

bracelet open. I returned to my original form.	We hugged for several long minutes, and then we

collapsed on thebed. "Diane, I..." I started to say.	"It's all right," she said, "I should have

taken the bracelet offbefore I fell asleep last night. I looked all over for you. Where did

yougo?"	"Well, you know the woman we both became when we walked over tothat wall?" I asked,

pointing to the wall separating our room from thatof the twins.	"Oh." she replied quietly. "What

was it like?"	"Diane!" I exclaimed.	"Hey, don't be embarrassed about what happened. You

couldn'tcontrol yourself. So what was it like to make love as the opposite genderthen?"	"Actually,

it felt incredible." I said. My face felt hot withshame, even though Diane was right. It wasn't my

fault. "Especially whenhe entered me. It felt so...different."	She kissed my forehead. "We'll just

write this one down toexperience. When we use the bracelet again, we'll be a bit more careful."

Neither of us actually considered not using the bracelet again.We were both already addicted to

the pleasure it could bring.	Despite the fact that I had been up all night, I didn't feeltired. I

decided that I would have a shower, and then we would go downto the restaurant for lunch.	After

the shower, as I towelled myself down, I looked at myselfin the mirror. Somehow, I could see the

slut I had become in myreflection. To be honest, I was a little confused over the way that Iwas

reacting to what had happened. I had had a protracted bout of sex asa woman with two willing young

men, but neither Diane nor I were overlyworried about that fact. I think that somehow the bracelet

hadpermanently loosened our inhibitions.	Even so, we were a little quiet sitting down to eat

lunch. Wecouldn't really discuss the bracelet in the middle of the restaurant.Especially as two

twin brothers were arguing over whether there reallyhad been a woman in their room that morning.

"Look, we both remember the same thing, Richard."	"Perhaps," said the other, unconvinced, "but how

likely is itthat a naked woman will knock on our door, come in, have sex with us andthen disappear

again?"	"It happened. Look, she had to be a guest. If we look hardenough, we're sure to find her."

Diane was doing her best to stop from laughing. "You didn't tellme there were two of them." she

whispered.	"You didn't ask," I whispered back, embarrassed. I was beginningto wish that she would

take the situation more seriously.	After lunch, I wanted to go out and get some fresh air.

Diane,however, didn't want to leave the bracelet alone in our room. Shesuggested that I go out on

my own, but I didn't want to leave Diane alonewith the bracelet, so we returned to our room. 

Diane sat, holding the bracelet, while asking me endlessquestions about my encounter with the

twins. Finally, I agreed to tellher all, and I laid back on the bed and described it in intimate

detail.I decided against telling her about the maid. Just dealing with myencounter as a woman was

enough. I was a little disturbed to notice thatI was getting an erection from thinking about Tim

and Richard. We reallydidn't know anything about the bracelet, so we had no idea what, if any,long

term effects there might be. Had the bracelet affected my mind andturned me gay? Or was it just a

natural reaction to the erotic sensationsthat I had experienced with the brothers?	I had just told

Diane about how I had taken both Tim and Richardat the same time when I felt her hand running up

her leg. I didn't haveto look over at her to know that she had put the bracelet on. By now, Iwas

getting turned on myself, and I thought a good bout of normal straight sex would help to put my

earlier experiences behind me.	So I rolled over onto my side and looked deep into my wife'seyes.

Which were light blue in color rather than brown. Her hair wasmuch shorter and had turned blonde.

It wasn't my wife, it was one of thetwins! I looked again. The blonde man was wearing the dress

that my wifehad been wearing.	"Diane?" I asked.	She shrugged. "Don't blame me. This is your

fantasy." She got offthe bed and started to strip.	"I'm not sure we should be doing this." I said,

fairly weakly.	"I didn't hear you complain that much when we had an all-girlsession last night.

Anyway, if you don't like it, why don't you turn meback into a woman?"	I did try to turn Diane

back into a female, but my mind was stillfilled with images of the twins.	Diane took off her bra

and ran her hand over her flat chest."Wow! This feels so weird."	She climbed onto the bed wearing

only her panties, which wereunder severe strain from her erection. "I can see why you got so

turnedon as a woman," she said. "Everything is so different and so erotic."	Diane began pulling

off my own clothes. "Relax," she said, "I amstill me in here, so don't worry about it." I found

myself agreeing withher.	Finally, she threw my shorts into the corner of the room andgrasped my

cock in her strong hand. Slowly, at first, she started tomasturbate me. I slumped back and

luxuriated in the sensations. I wasn'twearing the bracelet this time, so I suppose I could have

pushed Dianeaway, but she was right. This was my fantasy. The fact that my wife wasinside this

athletic man made things easier, but that didn't stop me fromfeeling very odd as I reached into

her panties and grasped her cock.	I pulled the panties down and began to jack off Diane. This was

atotally new sensation to her, and she was soon moaning in ecstasy. Ipulled her to me, and we

kissed long and passionately. Rather than thesoft, curvy body I was used to holding, Diane now had

a taut, male bodywith well-defined muscles.	After a few minutes, she pulled away with a familiar

grin on herunfamiliar face. She turned around on top of me and grabbed my cock. Wehad always

enjoyed oral sex. 69 was one of our favorite positions. Thistime, however, it was going to be a

little different for me.	As Diane's lips wrapped themselves around my cock, I reached upand

grabbed hers. I wasn't under the influence of the bracelet, so I felta little reluctance in doing

this, but not much. Perhaps the orgy withthe twins had unlocked homosexual desires in me.	Diane

released my cock long enough to say, "Come on, suck meoff!"	I balked at that. Doing it while I was

a sex-mad female was onething, but in my uninfluenced male body? Diane saw my hesitation

andshouted at me to suck it. I held it gingerly in one hand to guide it intomy mouth. I had

planned to suck it slowly into my mouth as I built upcourage, but Diane had other plans.	She

pressed down with her pelvis, and suddenly her hard lengthwas as deep into my mouth as it was

going to go. My apprehensionvanished, and I started to suck cock. I cast my mind back to early

thatmorning when I had sucked one of the twins off. The memory was so strongthat I could almost

feel the heavy breasts that I had had at the time Iwas milking him.	Diane returned her attentions

to my own stiff tower. She gave along, deep moan as I concentrated on her prick. I ran my tongue

over thehead several times. I could feel her tensing over me, and I knew she wasabout to cum.	She

lifted her head and growled, "Oh my God!". Then my throat wasfilled with what felt like a gallon

of cum. I had little choice but toswallow. As I gulped down the salty fluid, I reached my orgasm.

Diane hadbeen licking the head of my cock; I came all over her face.	We lay there for several long

seconds, both completely shattered.Now that my sex urge had been satisfied, I began to feel a

littleself-conscious about what I had done. I concentrated on Diane.Thankfully, she shifted into

her perfect version of herself.	She turned around on the bed, and I had to laugh when I saw cumall

over her face. I reached over and took the bracelet off of Diane. Ididn't want to drift off to

sleep and risk her coming under the influenceof someone else, like what had happened to me.	"So

that's what it's like for a man." she remarked.	"What do you think of it?"	"It's like...everything

is concentrated in your cock. Nothingelse exists."	"I know what you mean. When I was a woman, my

whole body seemedto explode." I shivered as I remembered the force of my female orgasms.	We were

quiet for several long minutes as we thought about thesession we had just had. I was content to

just lie on the bed and doze,but Diane wanted a shower.                          *  *  *  *  *  * 

*	It was Diane's voice that woke me half an hour later. "David,come and have a look at this."	I

hauled myself off the bed and went into the bathroom. Diane wasstanding naked and was still wet

from the shower. She was staringintently into the mirror. "What's up?" I asked.	"Look at my face.

Really closely."	I shrugged. "Okay, but why?"	"Just look."	I leaned closer and studied her face.

"I don't see anything."	"It's changed."	"Changed? Don't be..." I stopped as I realized she was

right.The change was ever so slight. I'm sure no one but Diane and I wouldhave noticed it. Her jaw

was ever-so-slightly broader. Her nose was ever-so-slightly larger. Her eyes were a shade lighter.

While I had been studying her face, Diane had been examiningmine. "You've changed as well."

"What?!" I turned to the mirror and stared at my own face. Myfeatures were ever-so-slightly

refined. Was my skin slightly darker,or was that just a tan? My face was still masculine, but I

could see justa hint of the woman that I had been the previous night. Thankfully, itseemed I

hadn't been a dog long enough to affect my appearance, but Ihad spent several long hours as a

woman.	"I think we had better leave the bracelet alone from now on."	"No way!" she exclaimed. "We

just have to be a little morecareful once we get back home. We can really start experimenting."	I

wasn't too convinced that this was a good idea, but Dianefinally talked me into trying to reverse

the effects. I put on thebracelet, and she turned me into the muscle-bound version of myself.Of

course, I was as horny as hell, and we made love all afternoon.	It wasn't until the early hours of

the next morning that she tookit off of me. By now we were exhausted. We slept until it was

almostnoon. A close examination revealed that the small, feminine touches to myface had been

reversed.	After we had repeated the process with Diane, which we both foundequally enjoyable, she

was restored to full femininity, though she didcomplain that her bra was tighter than it had been

before.	Over the last week of our holiday, we tried to resist using thebracelet too often, and we

managed to keep from using it more than oncea day. At my insistence, we didn't swap genders. Diane

wanted to try itas a man again, but I was having none of it.	Perhaps if I had relented a little,

Diane wouldn't have done whatshe did when we got home.	When we arrived back in Florida, I didn't

leave our house forseveral weeks. I had thought that Diane had some plans for the bracelet,but I

had never thought that she'd go as far as she did.	She put her plan into operation almost a week

after we got backhome. We were looking after her sister's baby for the day while hersister and her

family went shopping for furniture for their new home. Weboth love kids. I think they're great --

if you can stand the smell andthe noise, that is.	I was doing some work on the computer when Diane

came up to meand said, "Susan forgot to leave any baby food when she brought Timmy."	"Don't we

have any milk?" I asked.	"No, not a drop." she replied.	Now, I knew that wasn't true, so I went to

the refrigerator tocheck. There had been three cartons in there that morning, but now all ofthem

were gone. "Diane, where did the milk go?"	I felt something go around my wrist and my body started

to shift."Diane! Not with the baby in the house!" I was back in my idealized malebody and horny as

hell.	"It's because of the baby I'm doing this. He's hungry." She tookme up into the bedroom where

Timmy was. He didn't appear to be hungry atall.	Diane pushed me towards the baby and then took

several pacesbackwards. Timmy gurgled. I realized that I was closer to him than I wasto anyone

else, but I didn't think I'd have anything to worry about. Hewas far too young to have anything

approaching sexual desire.	Well, I was right about that, but Timmy did have something onhis mind.

Lunch.	I felt a large weight growing on my chest as I grew two verylarge breasts. My shirt got

tighter and tighter. I felt the pressurebuilding, and I knew that my shirt wouldn't survive long.

The buttonsshot off, and my huge mammaries were revealed. As I felt the rest of mybody shift and

change, I looked in the mirror and saw Diane's sisterstaring back, except that she didn't have

breasts anywhere near thissize.	I ran my hands over my body and found that Timmy had got a

fewfacts about his mother's body wrong. The breasts were the size of beachballs, and were almost

pulling me over. Between my legs I found that Istill had a penis. It was small and undeveloped.

Timmy obviously thoughtthat everyone was like that down there. How could he know anydifferently?	A

desire was flooding though my brain, but it was not a sexualone. At least, not overtly. As I

cupped my breasts in my hands andlifted their huge weight, I felt a warm wetness on my hands. I

pulledthem away and looked at the white fluid on my palms. It was milk.	I picked up Timmy and held

him against one of my magnificentbreasts. He found the huge, erect nipple and managed to get it

into hismouth. Then he started feeding. It was an absolutely incredible sensationto feel milk

being sucked from my breast. It was also extremely erotic,but I didn't have the equipment to

really do anything about it. Thesensuous feeling just grew and grew until I was moaning in

ecstasy.	Finally, Timmy was full. I manoeuvred him around my mountainousbreasts to my shoulder,

where I successfully burped him. My breasts werestill heavy with milk. All I wanted to do was find

someone else who wouldcontinue to drink it from me.	Diane came to my rescue. She took Timmy from

me, and then stoodbetween the baby and I as she cleaned him up so that I returned to themuscled

version of my own body. She took him to the spare bedroom andthen returned.	I expected her to

remove the bracelet, but instead she justconcentrated on my body. Again, it rippled and changed.	I

had two firm breasts. Large, but not nearly as big as the onesthat I had had moments before.

Looking further down I could see a softcurving belly leading down to wide feminine hips. I thrust

a hand down mypants and found the soft mound of my feminine sex. Diane stood me infront of the

mirror.	My eyes widened in surprise at what I saw. I now looked likeDiane, except that I was a

little better endowed. "Diane, what are you upto?"	"Just a little experiment of mine, my darling

sister. I want tosee how far the body will change when the bracelet is left on for a fewdays."

"No!" I exclaimed. I tried to tell her to take the bracelet off,but nothing would come out. By

now, my sex urge was overpowering and Iwas already fingering myself.	Diane took me back to bed and

brought me to orgasm after orgasmwith her vibrators. After a while, she got dressed and did a few

choresaround the house, leaving me to masturbate on my own. I had to stay closeto her or risk

being influenced by the neighbors. I considered severaltimes making a break for my neighbors. That

way I'd get out of Diane'sinfluence, but I had no way of knowing how they'd react. Or what

theirdeepest fantasies were. I decided it wasn't worth the risk. Diane triedto get me to help her

clean the house, but I was far too turned on to beof any use.	She had to lock me in the bedroom

when her sister and her husbandreturned to pick up Timmy. Susan's husband came upstairs to use

thebathroom at one point, and I was transformed into his fantasy. Hisdesires made me a cute young

Asian woman. It was all that I could do toresist calling out to him. Thankfully, they left soon

afterwards, andDiane reasserted her control over my body.	I tried many times to get her to take

the bracelet off of me inthe days that followed. I couldn't say that in so many words of

course,but she knew what I was on about.	On the third day, Diane told me of her eventual plan:

"We'regoing to swap places for awhile."	"What?!" I cried.	"I found being a man very interesting."

she told me. "I'd like toknow what it was like to be a man and make love to a woman. Since we

onlyhave one bracelet and I wouldn't want to do it with anyone else but you,I have to make you the

woman. Relax. In a day or so I'll take thebracelet off and wear it myself. Then I can find out."

"I won't do it. I'll keep you as a woman. I won't turn you intoa man."	"Look, you need me to

become male again. Besides, in just a weekyou'll be male again and no one will ever know." She

smiled. "Besides, Ican tell you'd like to have a cock inside you again."	I denied it vehemently,

but I did feel a desire to have a manbetween my legs.	We make a fairly good living writing

technical manuals together.We tend to do most of our work from home, so she knew that she would

havetime to pull this little adventure of hers off.	For the next few days I remained in a state of

high arousal. I'dspend hours playing with Diane's vibrator. The feeling of it gliding intoand out

of my hot pussy never failed to send me into ecstasy.	When I awoke five days after Diane had

turned me into a woman, Iwas beginning to worry that I was enjoying it too much, and that I

mightbecome addicted to sex as a woman. I sat up and bed and I could feel myheavy breasts jostling

at my every movement. The slightly-cold morningair caused my nipples to spring erect. Diane had

tried to get me to wearher night-dresses, but fortunately I was too well-endowed for any of themto

fit.	Diane was already awake and was watching me with a smile on herface.	"Diane, I've been

thinking and I really don't want to do this.Please take the bracelet off me." It took several

seconds for what I hadsaid to sink in. I had been able to ask Diane to take the bracelet off.

Ilooked at the wrist where the bracelet had been for the last few days.	It was gone.	I reached

between my legs, but I already knew what I would find.I still had a pussy. I was still female. I

looked over at Diane in shock,and she held up the bracelet for me to see. Then she clicked it

shutaround her own wrist.	I concentrated on the idealized version of Diane, and my wifeshifted to

that shape. I was still annoyed at the way that she hadcarried out her plan, and I was going to

stop her from having any fun ifI could help it.	She ran her hands over her large breasts. She was

clearly veryturned on, but she wasn't very happy. "Come on, David. The sooner you letme have my

way, the sooner I'll turn you back."	"No!" I said as firmly as I could in my feminine voice.

"Youdidn't even ask before you did this to me!"	"You'd have never agreed to it. You never were as

adventurous asme. Think about it, though. You did enjoy your first time as a woman.Don't you want

to experience that again? Remember how it felt to have along, hard cock thrusting deep into your

hot cunt?"	I knew exactly what she was doing, and it was working. Ever sinceI had gone with the

twins, I had caught myself daydreaming now and thenover what had happened. Diane was reawakening

those memories, I couldalmost feel the two young men pressing their bodies against mine as

theythrust deep inside me.	"That's better," said a masculine voice beside me.	I felt a strong hand

rest on my thigh and I turned to look at theblonde man in bed with me. My eyes were riveted to

Diane's erection asshe started getting even closer.	"Diane, this isn't right."	"Of course it is.

We are husband and wife, after all."	Despite all my protestations, I did want to feel that

deliciouscock filling my most intimate place. I allowed Diane to push me onto myback. She then

climbed on top of me.	We kissed hungrily. Her hands roamed all over my curvy body. Oneof them made

its way between my legs and started to massage my clit. Asthe sensations grew inside me, I was

very aware of Diane's red-hot cockpushing into my side. Instinctively, I spread my legs as the

sensationsstarted to grow. Part of me wanted to push Diane away, but it was washedaway by the

desire to enjoy being made love to. "Now! Fuck me now!" Ivirtually screamed in her ear.	Her hand

left my cunt. Slowly she guided her cock into my achingpussy. I realized now that my desires had

made it significantly largerthan the cocks that the twins had had.	Diane slid in easily to the

hilt and I revelled in the feelingsof fullness. I clenched my vaginal muscles and I felt Diane

gasp withpleasure. Slowly, at first, Diane started to thrust into me. I could dolittle more than

hang on. She started to increase the speed and frequencyof her thrusts.	It was so alien to the way

I normally had sex, but it felt betterthan any experience as a man. Diane dominated me fully. I

had let herinto my most private and intimate place. At that moment I belonged to herutterly.	I

wrapped my legs around her and pulled her deep into me withevery thrust. I forgot all about my

reservations about being female as Ibegan to feel the unmistakable build-up to my orgasm.	When it

hit, I shrieked my pleasure and held onto Diane for dearlife. She reached her own climax at the

same moment, and I could feel herseed being pumped powerfully into me.	For minutes afterwards, I

held on tightly to Diane's muscularbody as we recovered. Finally we pulled apart. Diane was almost

ready togo again. I could still feel the delicious heat radiating out from mypussy.	I looked over

at Diane and got quite a shock. She was no longer acopy of one of the twins. She now wore the

idealized version of my body.It was very odd to see my own face on someone else. Diane had only

justnoticed the change and was examining herself. She had been changed by mydesire to stay in

Diane's body. To do that she would have to replace me.It was giving me an idea to get back at

Diane for turning me into awoman. Looking back, it wasn't a very good idea and perhaps my mind

wasaffected after spending so much time as a sexy woman.	When Diane had first turned me into a

copy of herself severaldays before, I had been furious. Now, for the first time, I was

thinkingabout staying female for a little while. Being on the receiving end of aroyal fucking like

the one I had just had was influencing my thinking alot.	"Wow!" Diane breathed. "That was

fantastic. I had always wonderedwhat it was like for a man."	"I'm glad you enjoyed it, because you

going to stay that way." Itold her. "I'll keep the bracelet on you for a few days."	"Don't you

want to be male again?" she asked me in surprise.	"Well, yes. It's fun being female, but I don't

intend to staythis way. I'm just doing to you what you did to me. Then maybe you'll askin the

future." I tried to sound angry, but I don't think I succeeded.	We spent the next few hours making

love. It was noon by the timewe finished. I left Diane masturbating, and went and had a shower.

Ienjoyed washing my soft and curvy new body, although it took me ages todry my hair. I even got a

little turned on again when I towelled myselfdown.	I felt odd when I looked into the bathroom

mirror and saw thebeautiful woman I had become. Well, it was only for a few days. I studiedthe

soft curves of my new body. This was the first time I'd had a longlook at it, even though I had

been wearing it for five days. Before, Ihad been too busy fucking or masturbating. It gave me a

strange feelingto think I was now totally a woman.	Finding something to wear proved a little

difficult. It wasobvious that none of Diane's bras were going to be anywhere near bigenough to

contain my breasts. I did need some form of support to bringthe wobbling masses of flesh under

control.	I managed to get Diane's attention long enough for her to come upwith an idea. She gave

me one of her checkered shirts to wear, and thenknotted it just under my breasts. It displayed a

surprising amount ofcleavage, but it did control my mammaries to a certain extent. I felt alittle

odd when I slipped into a pair of white lacy panties, but theyfitted much better than a pair of my

boxer shorts would have.	Diane tried to get me to wear a short skirt, which seemed to belittle

more than a wide belt, but I decided on a pair of tight jeansinstead. Finally ready to face the

world, I turned to the mirror to seeif I was okay.	My jaw dropped open when I saw my reflection. I

was beautiful. Mylong hair cascaded over my shoulders. My bountiful breasts seemed on thepoint of

bursting out of the shirt I had on. My midriff was bare exposingmy sensuous curves. The jeans only

accentuated my wide hips and shapelylegs.	I knew that I could have any man that I wanted if I put

my mindto it. I was slightly disturbed by that thought. I couldn't blame suchthoughts on the

bracelet anymore.	Diane was still masturbating when I left her to go downstairs. Ilocked the

bedroom door behind me. This was something we had both agreedon to stop any more accidents like

the one that had occurred to me in thehotel in England. I did some tidying up downstairs, but my

thoughts keptdrifting back to Diane, upstairs. I knew it wouldn't be long beforeI went back

upstairs and impaled myself on her hard length again.	The only other person that I talked to that

day was a door todoor salesman. All through his sales pitch, he was eyeing me up. It feltvery odd

to have a body that caused such desires in other men. I caughtmyself thinking that he wasn't that

bad-looking for a man. I could evensee that he had an erection from the bulge in his pants.	I

think he saw me looking, because he asked if I was alone. Whenhe offered to come in and give me a

full demonstration of his 'equipment'I dropped an unsubtle hint that my husband upstairs might not

like it.	He wasn't in a good mood as he left, and I'm sure that he calledme a prick tease under

his breath. My heart was racing as I closed thedoor. I nearly went straight back upstairs to take

the bracelet off ofDiane, but I managed to stop myself. I didn't want to show Diane that Icouldn't

handle being female.	I was worried that I had led the salesman on, though. Was thatsimply him

trying his luck, or had I sent him some sort of unconscioussign that I was available? Had wearing

the bracelet so long warped mythought processes?	I spent most of the afternoon trying to work on

the manual thatDiane and I were writing. Too often, however, I got side-tracked by my newbody. I

found it difficult to work around my large breasts.	Eventually, I headed back upstairs to Diane.

She was sleeping,but she woke up as I entered. My encounter with the salesman was stillworrying

me. Being a woman was fun, and sex from the other side was...interesting, but I'd be glad to get

back in my own body.	Until then, however I was going to give my gorgeous curvy bodya good workout.

I still felt a little odd "making it" with a man, but theknowledge that 'he' was really my wife

removed a lot of the guilt.	Our first bout together was quick and furious. She held my wristswith

her hands as she pounded into me. The feeling of being totally inthe power of a strong man only

added to my pleasure. I just wrapped mylegs around her and hung on for dear life.	Afterwards we

rested. Well, I rested. Diane was ready to go againalmost instantly. She held back as long as she

could before flipping meonto my hands and knees and taking me from behind.	Her strong hands dug

into my soft breasts as she brought me toseveral powerful orgasms. I was completely shattered

after this round,so I simply watched as Diane stroked her engorged cock to several moreexplosive

climaxes.	It was as I was watching her that an idea crept into my head. Onething I had experienced

with a former girlfriend had been a tit-fuck. I'dwould have loved Diane to do that to me, but she

had never beenwell-endowed enough for that.	However, I had tits large enough to do it to Diane. I

watched herreach yet another climax. Where did all that cum come from? We were goingto have to

throw the bed sheets away. As she rested, I crawled up herfirm body and pushed my tits together

around her cock.	She gave a long, low moan at the feeling of her cock stuckbetween my breasts. I

rubbed my soft flesh around her hard cock,occasionally stopping to lick its head. Diane grabbed my

head as I milkedher. It wasn't long before her body tensed, and her cum spurted all overmy face. I

licked off most of it, enjoying its salty tang.	I must have drifted off to sleep at around this

point, becausethe next thing I remember it was the next morning. Diane was making soft,delicate

love to me. I had responded in my sleep and I was already highlyaroused when I became fully awake.

And so it went on for several days. On the fifth day, I removedthe bracelet, and Diane stayed

male. I was surprised to find that I wasa little sad to be losing my female body, but it would be

good to get myown body back.	I ran my hand longingly over my smooth, erotic body. Time tobecome

the old me. "You ready to change me back?"	She nodded, "I'm sorry I did this without asking, but I

thinkyou'll want to do this again as much as me."	She was right, but I didn't reply. I closed the

bracelet aroundmy wrist.	Nothing happened.	The silvery joining metal wouldn't appear. The bracelet

just fellfrom my wrist.	What was going on? Was I stuck like this?	Diane's eyes had widened in

shock when she saw what washappening. Or rather, what wasn't happening. She tried to put

thebracelet on me and failed. My heart was racing. Was I going to be awell-stacked woman for the

rest of my life?	Diane tried to put the bracelet around her own wrist. It workedon the first try.

She regained the idealized version of her female body.	Why did it work for her and not me? Was

there some time limit onit? I had worn it for slightly longer than her.	By now, I was starting to

panic. Diane managed to calm me downand then suggested a course of action. "I'll stay in this form

until wecan work out what is going on. That way, there will be one Diane and oneDavid."	She was

right, of course. There would be untold trouble if eitherDiane or I appeared to vanish.	The next

few days were very tense. We made love several times. Ifound it hard to enjoy it much, because it

only reminded me of what I'dlost, perhaps forever.	We worked out how long each of us had been

using the bracelet,and Diane used it for a few hours every night. It continued to work forher,

even though she had used it for longer than I had.	Diane said that she might have an idea, but she

refused to tellme without doing some research. Ever the practical one, she realized thatI was

going to need some new clothes to fit my larger breasts. I thoughtthat we ended up spending too

much money on clothes, but Diane reasonedthat she would have to have breasts as large as mine when

we sorted outthe problem. People would notice if her bust size reduced again. Shedidn't seem too

worried by the idea.	The shop assistant must have been totally bemused by the husbandand wife who

had entered her lingerie department. The husband kneweverything about female underwear, while the

wife didn't even have a cluewhat bra size she was.	Diane dressed me in the lingerie and new

clothes in the changingrooms of the shop. The bra certainly helped to control my large breasts.I

did wish that Diane had chosen something a little less sexy. The sightof those breasts enclosed in

beautiful silk and lace turned me on, eventhough it was my own breasts I was ogling.	"Are you

ready for the dress?" Diane asked.	I looked at her. She was grinning. "This isn't funny! Just

giveme the jeans and the blouse you bought and lets get home."	"Okay." she said, before scooping

up all the purchases andskipping past the curtain of the cubicle.	"Diane! What are you doing?"	Her

hand poked around the curtain and threw a bag at me. I openedthe bag and pulled out a knee-long

summer dress. "I am not wearing that!"I hissed.	"It's that or nothing. I'll meet you out by the

counter." Thenshe was gone.	Diane does have a very lively character. It's the main thing

thatattracted me to her in the first place, but she can go too far sometimes.I really had no

choice. It was this or my underwear. I worked out whichpart of the dress was the front and then

pulled it on.	The hem tickled my legs. I smoothed down the dress with my hands.I checked in the

mirror to be sure that I had the dress on perfectly. Itwas a very attractive dress, and it suited

my current body, but I feltvery self-conscious in it. I had to build up some courage before

Iheaded back to the counter and to Diane.	I felt very undressed as I walked through the shop to

where shesaid she was waiting. I felt far more vulnerable and exposed in a dressthan I had ever

felt in jeans. Diane was nowhere to be seen, so I stoodnervously at the counter, waiting for her

to reappear.	She turned up a few minutes later, walking downstairs from theupper floor of the

shop.	"Where have you been?" I asked.	"Just getting a little something. You look good in that.

Itreally suits you."	I felt annoyed at the grin on her face. "This isn't funny. Icould be stuck

like this!"	"I'm sorry. Let's get a bite to eat and then we'll head backhome."	We went out into

the mall and headed over to a small cafe. Outof the corner of my eye, I noticed several men

admiring the curves of mybody. I managed to avoid looking at them. I was finding the attention

Iwas getting from men to be fairly embarrassing.	As we ate a light lunch I tried to ignore the

glances I wascontinuing to get. I was half-convinced that everybody who looked at mesaw a man in a

dress. Diane wanted to do some more shopping, but Imanaged to talk her out of it.	When we got home

Diane convinced me to stay in the dress for therest of the day. I didn't feel so nervous in the

privacy of my own home,so I agreed. It was towards the evening that Diane pulled out a smallbox

from one of the shopping bags.	"I got this while you were in the changing room. I think it'swhy

you can't change back."	She threw the box, and I caught it by reflex. I looked at it andthen

nearly dropped it in shock.	It was a pregnancy detector kit.	"Y-you're not serious?"	"I can't see

that it could be anything else." Diane replied."I've worn that bracelet for over a day longer than

you have, and itstill works for me."	When she saw the utter shock on my face, she came over and

heldme. "It'll be all right. If you are...pregnant, at least we'll know whyyou can't change back.

It'll mean you won't be stuck as a woman forever."	Only for nine months, a corner of my mind

remarked.	Diane led me upstairs and we did the test. I watched her stareintently at the indicator.

"Well? Am I or aren't I?" I asked her.	Diane looked at me. "Congratulations, you're going to be

amother."	Thanks to her fast reflexes, she managed to catch me before I hitthe floor. I was dimly

aware of Diane leading me into the bedroom andgently putting me on the bed, but all I could thing

about was the factthat I was pregnant.	I broke the silence after a few minutes, "What are we going

todo?"	"It's okay. I can arrange an abortion." She held my hand."Everything's going to be fine."

She was trying to calm me down, but Icould tell me she was almost as dazed as me about this.	I

nodded, but said nothing. Diane's suggestion was the best wayout of this predicament. What else

could we do? The only alternative wasfor me to stay female for the next nine months and give birth

to thebaby. Our baby.	I ran my hands over my soft, curving belly. It was impossible tofeel the new

life growing in there, but already I could feel someattachment to it. An idea crept into my head.

I was absolutely astonishedby it at first, but second by second I was warming to it.	"Diane, you

know how much we've wanted a child."	She looked at me, "Yeah."	"Perhaps, I could...keep our baby."

I said quietly.	Diane's jaw dropped open. "David, do you have any idea whatmeans?"	"Not entirely,

I admit. We've been trying for a baby for months."	She wrapped her powerful arms around me and

hugged me. "Well,we don't have to make a decision just yet."	I could tell that she was excited

about having kids as I was, butshe was worried about what effect it would have on me. I was

becomingmore and more convinced that this was a good idea. I was a littleapprehensive at the

prospect of giving birth, but I thought that it wouldsurely be worth it for a child.	Over the next

few weeks, she kept questioning me about whether Iwas doing the right thing or not. I grew more

and more adamant that I waskeeping the baby, and soon she stopped asking me.	We managed to settle

into a routine. Each morning she'd choose myclothes and do my makeup. It was several months before

I felt confidentenough to do my own makeup.	When we went out, it was always together. In my

pregnant femalebody, I felt far more vulnerable than I ever had as a man. I was alwaysacutely

aware of the attention I was getting and, it flattered me andembarrassed me at the same time. We

had spent many an evening coachingeach other on mannerisms. I think we both overcompensated; I

minced allover the place while Diane swaggered. We must have looked totallyludicrous.	As the

months passed and my pregnancy began to show, Diane and Icontinued to have sex almost up until the

birth. In later months this wasmostly restricted to oral sex, but I came to love sucking Diane's

dick.	In the last month or two, Diane used the bracelet to becomefemale for a couple of hours each

night. We were like twin sisters, theonly difference between us was that I was heavily pregnant.

Ourlovemaking would be slow and very sensuous. We'd spend literally hours,just moving softly

against each other.	The pre-natal classes were very weird for me at first, but I soonbecame

friendly with some of the other mothers-to-be. Its only aftergoing through a whole pregnancy that

I realized how amazing it really is.All of the hormone changes in my body left me a little cranky

during thefinal months, but Diane was patient with me.	There are aspects of a pregnancy I could do

without. Havingto sleep with a bowling ball strapped to your stomach, for instance. Orthe fact

that I had to pee every half-hour.	I had learned a lot from my classes, so I recognized

thecontractions when they started. Diane flew into a blind panic when I toldher that the baby was

on its way. We had decided against finding out whatgender it was. To be honest, I think it would

have been safer for me todrive to the hospital than it was for Diane to, but we managed to

arrivewithout hitting anything major.	I managed to keep fairly calm and concentrated on my

breathingexercises while Diane fretted. I know how helpless she felt. It's one ofthe most worrying

times for an expectant father. His wife is in pain andhe can't do anything. All he can do is panic

about his wife and hischild.	It does hurt. Don't let anyone tell you differently. During thebirth,

Diane was holding my hand and whispering encouragements. I washolding her hand so tight that I

think I almost ripped it off.	Then there was the anxious second before our baby started crying,and

I knew that it was okay. I lay exhausted for a few moments before ourchild was handed to me.	There

was my son, Michael. It was a truly magical moment. Allthree of us were utterly exhausted, but

I've never been happier.	When we returned home a couple of days later, there was a slighttension

between Diane and I. It took me a week to realize what it was. Icould now be transformed by the

bracelet. It was time for us to regainour original bodies.	About two weeks after we returned home,

I found Diane in theliving room with the bracelet.	"I suppose we should change back." she said.	I

was surprised at the lack of enthusiasm in her voice. I nodded,but said nothing. I wasn't filled

with a great desire to change backeither, but it wasn't right for each of us to be in the wrong

body.	I took the bracelet from her and I sat down beside her feelingthe now familiar sensation of

my breasts jostling. I tried to build upenthusiasm by thinking about being male, but my thoughts

kept driftingto the wonderful sex I had had as a woman. I didn't want to be my oldmale self again,

I wanted to be female.	Yes, I had found the whole pregnancy moving and very emotional,but I was

still surprised at the strong desire within me to stay female.	"You don't want to do it either, do

you?" Diane said.	I jumped slightly and looked up. I had been so involved with mythoughts I had

almost forgotten she was sat next to me. "Not really," Ireplied, "but we have to swap back."

"Why?" she said simply.	I thought about that for a moment, "Could we do it? What aboutMichael?"

"He'll grow up with a Mom and a Dad. You're a good mother. We'veboth tasted the other gender and

we both like it a lot." she, no he, heldmy hand.	"...and it will always be there if we want it." I

added.	That was that. We locked it in a sturdy box and hid it in thebasement. Very occasionally we

get it out for a play, but with Michaelgrowing up we really don't have the time to really

transform each otherpermanently. Not that we want to. I'm much more comfortable as Diane'swife.

I'm not sure if we'll ever tell Michael or his younger sister,Helen, about the bracelet. I'm not

sure how well they'd handle learningtheir mommy used to be a man.	Michael is five now and Helen is

two. I think I've settled intothe role of a mother quite well. All our friends say we've never

beenhappier.	I think they're right.THE EN