The Girl in the Moon
by
Stephanie

CHAPTER 1
I suppose I should have realised something was wrong by the wayshe was acting, but by then I was
totally under her spell.	I met her one Saturday night at one of the bars downtown, I wasmore
or less a regular there and I knew most of the people there bysight. And there she was on her
own at a table, she didn't seem to bewith anyone and she was eyeing up the men with a predatory
look on herface.	I sat at the bar and studied her out of the corner of my eye,she had a
glorious mane of curly black hair that framed her beautifulface. Her features gave a feeling of
strength without taking anythingfrom her beauty. Her eyes were as dark as her hair and seemed to
smoulderwith barely subdued eroticism. Well, in my imagination anyway. Her lipswere full and
formed a natural pout, she really was very sexy, I couldn'tbelieve I hadn't seen her before. My
eyes travelled down her low cutdress, she was fairly well endowed and didn't seem to mind
showing it offto the world. I could get lost in there, I thought. My eyes wandered upto her
face just in time to see her looking straight at me with an amusedexpression. My face flushed
red and I looked away, God how embarrassing.	I turned my attention back to my drink, you've
blown it with her,said a corner of mind. The next thing I knew she settled onto the stoolnext
to me, "Hi, my name's Heather. What's yours?" she said seductively.	"Tom Waterman," I replied.
"Haven't seen you around here before."	She smiled, "I've just moved into the area." 	We
swapped small talk for a bit, she was showing more interestin what I was saying than was really
justified. I'm not known asreserved, but I'd never been pursued by a woman like this.
Finally she put her arm around my shoulders and I felt one ofher ample breasts pushing into my
side, "I hope you don't mine, Tom. ButI'd really like to get to know you a lot better." I
suppose I should havebeen more wary, this could have easily have been a prank by some of
myfriends.	When she got up and headed out of the bar I followed her like afaithful dog.
Outside the night was cool and crisp, the full moon castinga pale light over the street. As we
walked arm in arm down to my car Ilooked up at it, if you look at a full moon in a certain way
you can seea face there. I can still remember my dad pointing it out to me when Iwas a kid,
the Man in the Moon he called it. In my slightly inebriatedstate, I imagined he was smiling with
me for landing such a fine catch.	In retrospect perhaps he was laughing at me.	My car was
in a corner of the quiet car park, I opened thepassenger door for Heather and she climbed in and
she promptly draggedme in after her. "What are you doing?"	"I can't wait." she said, her
voice thick with desire. She pulledmy head to hers and we kissed. She wrapped her legs around me
andsqueezed tightly. I was totally in her power and loving every second ofit. She clawed my
ass and said "Now! I need you now!"	I needed no other encouragement and I quickly pulled down
mypants and boxer shorts. She was pulling her dress over her head,leaving her with just a pair
of high-heeled shoes on. My eyes fixed onher large firm breasts, with their large dark nipples.
I quickly loweredmy mouth and sucked one into my mouth. She gave deep sensuous moans,
andgrasped my back with her strong hands. Soon she could take no more andshe pulled my face
back up to hers and said "Do it now!"	She reached down and grasped my red hot cock, I almost
came thereand then. She guided me expertly into her wet, ready pussy. I thrust myfull length
into her and started to pound into her. I didn't last long atall, fortunately she was as aroused
as me, if not more so. She clasped herarms and legs around me, pulling me into her as far as
possible withevery thrust. With one hand she pulled my head to the side of hers andstarted
whispering encouragement, "Fuck me now, fill my hot cunt up withyour cock!" I can't tell you how
erotic I found that.	As I felt myself reach and pass the point of no return, shestarted to
moan louder and louder. Suddenly she grabbed me tight withher arms and legs as she had her
orgasm, I suppose it was then that ithappened but at the time the pain was at the far edge of my
consciousness,only one thing occupied my mind. I shuddered and pumped my cum stronglyinto
her.	We laid there locked together for some minutes, exhausted by theintensity of it all.
Finally she got up, I suppose she couldn't have beentoo comfortable laid across the front seats
and she looked at me. I heardan intake of breath and her worried voice said, "Oh no, you're
bleeding!"	Still rather drained, I sat up and looked in the rear viewmirror. I noticed a
small trail of blood from my earlobe, Heather musthave bitten it in the throes of her orgasm. I
looked at her worried faceand said "Hey, it's alright. Just a scratch."	At the time I
thought she was just afraid of the sight of blood,but the mood was broken and she pulled on her
dress. "I have to go Tom."She said in a subdued voice.	"Okay. Can we meet up tomorrow?" I
asked, I was fairly surprisedat her abrupt change of mood.	"Maybe, look I have to go." And
with that she disappeared intothe night. I made to follow, but quickly remembered I had nothing
onbelow the waist. By the time I had my pants on she had gone.	I made my way home, it had
been an enjoyable if slightly strangeencounter. I got home and cleaned the blood off my ear, the
wound seemedeven smaller than it had in the car park and by the next morning hadcompletely
healed. In retrospect I should have paid more attention tothat, because any sort of wound simply
doesn't heal that fast. But itwas probably too late to do anything even at that early
stage.CHAPTER 2	The next night I returned to the bar, but there was no sign ofHeather. I
asked around and even checked all the other bars in the area,but no-one could remember seeing
her.	After a couple of weeks I knew I wasn't going to see her again,I'd probably been a one
night fling for her. Anyway, the next few weekspassed without any incident and what with a busy
period at the office Ialmost completely forgot about her.	It was about four weeks later that
my problems really started,I had arrived home late from a hectic day at the office. I was
reallyshattered, I'd been working flat out all day. When I'm like this I findthe best way to
relax is to soak in a hot bath.	I ran the bath pulled off my suit and climbed in and relaxed
inthe hot water. Outside, as I dozed, the sun had set and a large full moonwas beginning to
rise above the horizon. I'll never forget what happenednext as long as I live. It started with
an odd tingling all over my body,I felt a writhing on my arms, legs and chest. I looked on in
absolutehorror as the hair on my arms was quickly withdrawn into the skin, I ranmy shaking
fingers over my arm and chest. Except for my crotch, all mybody hair was gone! In its place my
skin was silky smooth.	I was in total shock, I remember thinking I must have caught someodd
disease. But then I noticed something else about my arms, they weresmaller, less muscular. I'm
shrinking! I thought in absolute horror. Butthen I noticed that while my fairly well-built body
seemed to be wastingaway one part of me was actually growing, my chest.	My nipples seemed
unnaturally large and sensitive under my hand,I raised my arms and looked at them. They grew
larger even as I watchedthem, I covered them with my hands, desperately trying to deny what
washappening to me. My huge nipples responded to the pressure of my handsand became erect, I
could feel their points trying to push through myhands, then they seemed to get even bigger.
I had a bizarre image of me attached to two giant nipples. I hadto look again and pulled my
hands away from my chest. The good news wasmy nipples had stopped growing. The bad news was that
the surroundingflesh had started to grow now. My befuddled mind finally realised what Iwas
growing.	TITS!!	The tingling increased and I think I nearly fainted, my minddidn't want
to deal with what was happening and it decided to go awayand hide. I lay in the bath shuddering,
with no real control of my bodyas it changed.	I felt a terrific wrenching at the base of my
spine as my pelviswidened. The far end of the bath seemed to pull away from my feet, as Ilost
a great deal of height. At this point I thrashed about in absolutepanic and hit my head on the
side of bath, knocking myself out.	I think I was only out for a few minutes and I was really
luckyI didn't drown. I must have pulled the plug out with my foot at somepoint. Whatever
happened I came to in an empty bath, trying to work outwhat was going on. I felt a breeze on my
wet skin and my nipples againreacted, I reached up to pull myself out of the bath and my arm
brushedagainst something soft. I came fully awake as I realised I could feel myarm on a part
of me I had never had before.	I looked down and saw two well proportioned breasts. I
grabbedone with a hand and tried to pull it off my chest. I'm a man, I thought,I'm not
supposed to have these! But of course my new breast stayed whereit was.	How was I supposed
to deal with this? I couldn't go to work withthese on my chest. I had an image of me in my suit
with two huge breaststrying to work and not being able to see the keyboard of my computer.
Inone sudden movement I lurched out of the bath, trying to ignore my newtits swaying, and
stood in front of the mirror.	Someone had replaced the full length mirror with a picture. In
itan extremely sexy young woman stood naked, water dripping off herluscious, curvy form. She
looked vaguely like my sister, but with biggerbreasts. She had auburn hair that reached halfway
down her back.	I knew with a sick horror that no one had replaced the mirror,the girl
reflected there was me. Had I completely changed? I reachedbetween my soft thighs, looking for
the most important part of my manhood.	I screamed then. A long high piercing scream, IT WAS
GONE! Therewas nothing there! I realised that wasn't true a few seconds later whenmy fingers
brushed a soft crevice. It was all too familiar to me, I hadrun my hands over a few in my time,
but I never expected I would everfind one between my own legs.	"I've got a pussy!" I said in
a small strangled voice. It hadchanged along with the rest of me and was now high and very
sultry. Iran a finger slowly inside my pussy, not very far, but it still feltvery strange. I
couldn't believe this was happening to me, men didn'tchange sex for no reason. I was about to
inspect my new anatomy furtherwhen I heard a loud knock on my apartment's door.	"Are you
alright in there?" Came a voice. Oh hell! That was JakeKilburn from across a hall, nice enough
guy in himself but he tended tostick his nose in where it wasn't wanted. What was I going to do?
I knewKilburn well enough to know he wouldn't go away until he got an answerand he probably
thought someone was being murdered here. If I didn't calmhim down now, he'd probably end up
calling the police and they wouldask some very awkward questions.	I looked for something to
wear, all my clothes wouldn't fit andwould look too odd on my new slim frame. My eyes landed on
a bathrobe, itwould have to do. I quickly pulled it on and did it up as best I could,it seemed
to have grown since I had last worn it but still wasn't bigenough to completely cover my tits.
I'd just have to make sure I didn'tgive Kilburn too much of a show.	I walked as quickly as I
could in my unfamiliar body over to thedoor. My hips swayed disconcertingly with every step,
they seemed sodifferent from what I was used to. My breasts bounced and jiggled witheven the
slightest movement and I had to hold them to stop them escapingmy robe. I reached the door,
pulled my robe as tightly together aspossible and opened the door.	Outside was a man in his
late thirties (about ten years olderthan me), he had thinning sandy colored hair and was
slightly overweight.He was also taller than I was now, I must have lost about six inches
inheight and it made me feel like a little boy, everything was so muchbigger now.	Jake
found his voice at last, "Oh..hello. Is everything okay?"His eyes flicked to my ample breasts
and back to my face again, I don'tthink he was even conscious of doing it. I found some of my
fear slippingaway, replaced with a strange thrill of pleasure. Thinking back this wasthe first
time my new body exerted its control over me.	I said in my new feminine voice, "Well me and
Tom got a littlecarried away." Why had I implied we were having sex? I felt my face gethot
with embarrassment.	Jake gulped at my bluntness blushing a bit himself, his eyesdrifted down
to my chest again. It was only now I realised that I hadlet go of the front of the robe and I
was giving quite a display ofcleavage. Despite myself I became very turned on, my large
nipplesgrowing even more and I felt a strange wetness from that strange newplace between my
soft thighs. I could see from his face that he wasbecoming more and more turned on himself. An
image of him nuzzling mybreasts and sucking my nipples popped into my mind. I tried to thrust
itout of my mind, if I didn't get rid of him now I was going to end up onmy back with him
inside me.	An erotic thrill shot through me at that thought and it was all Icould do to shut
the door in his face. I looked through the peephole tosee himself still standing in front of the
door, he looked left and rightto see if anyone else was around and then he stroked his cock
throughhis pants before going back inside. 	I turned around and slumped to the floor, my
robe falling openas I did so. I stared down at the impossible sight of my bountiful
femaleform. My mind kept replaying the encounter with Jake, I realised I hadbeen that close to
offering my new body to him. I drifted one of my slimhands down over my soft feminine curves, I
let out a small gasp as ittrapped one of my nipples in between my fingers. They were so
sensitive,it was like having two miniature pricks on my
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Reluctantly I let go of my breasts and sent my hand over mycurving belly to my new sex nestled
between my legs. Like virtually allmen I suppose, I have a fear of castration, but somehow I
felt I hadgained far more than I had lost. I slipped a finger between my strangenew pair of
lips. It felt totally alien to be able to put my finger inthere. I ran my finger up the length
of my cunt until I came to myclitoris.	I got a strong erotic thrill from my clit and I
started to rubit. My barely subdued sex urge started to build even higher than beforeand I
spread my legs and dropped my other hand to my vagina and slippedmy forefinger into it as far as
it would go. A long low sexy moan escapedfrom my mouth, this was more intense than anything I
had everexperienced. The walls of my vagina parted for my fingers, so this iswhat it felt like
to be on the receiving end.	While I was receiving indescribable pleasure from my hands I
knewsomehow that a real man could make it feel ten times better. I imaginedmy fingers were
Jake's thick cock. Thrusting deep into me, his weightbetween my legs. "Fuck me," I demanded of
my invisible lover. "Fuck yourlittle slut!" The sound of a woman having her brains fucked out,
sent meover the edge and I had my first female orgasm. Cunt juice drenched myhands and I
shuddered as wave after wave of intense pleasure coursedthrough my body.	The sensations took
longer to die away and I laid there on thefloor, absentmindedly smelling my fingers. Wandering
if this what lifewould mean for me from now on. Just an hour before I'd been a man with agood
job, now I was little better than a whore. As the hopelessness ofthe situation became apparent I
started to cry, something I hadn't donefor years. 	After several minutes I finally managed
to get control of myselfand I climbed slightly unsteadily to my feet and went to the window.
Itwas a clear moonlit night and as I looked down at the city I wonderedhow I could survive
there in this body. In this body I had no means ofidentity, which meant I couldn't get any but
the most menial low paidjobs. I pulled the robe tight around me to hide my strange new body,
butI could feel the strange softness of my skin, my wide hips and bobbingsensuous breasts.
At this point I had decided to deal with the situation in oneof the few ways left to me. I got
drunk. In the space of half an hourI'd worked my way through enough whisky to kill a horse and I
wascompletely out of it. My last coherent memory of that night is singingalong to a Blondie
record on the radio at the top of my voice.CHAPTER 3	Someone was using a pickaxe on my
head when I woke up the nextmorning. I rolled off the couch I had collapsed on and got
veryunsteadily to my feet, why the hell had I suddenly gone and drunk thatmuch? I racked my
brains, a feeling of fear and something to do withJake? I noticed how late I was and started
running around for my clothes,I stopped in front of the mirror and felt a huge sense of relief
at myreflection. I looked more closely, I couldn't see what the relief wasabout, I was my
normal male self.	I got dressed and shaved, I decided to skip breakfast. I wasrushing out
the door just in time to see Jake Kilburn leaving for workas well. I had a strange memory of him
staring at my huge breasts. Hugebreasts? I certainly had had too much to drink the previous
night.	He smiled, "Hiya Tom, doesn't look like you had much sleep. Didshe keep you up all
night."	He HAD seen me as a girl! It wasn't some drink induced dream!My memory flooded back,
I had turned into a nymphomaniac the nightbefore. I recovered enough to give a small smile and
managed to say Iwas late for work and fled to my car.	I sat in my car for several minutes
thinking furiously. I hadbecome a woman the night before, Jake had seen me so I knew it
wasn'tme just going mad. But how? And why did I turn back again in the morning?	The moon.
That was it, the moon had been full last night, butsurely I should have turned into a wolf
rather than a buxom woman? Andwhen had I been bitten? I looked down at the car seat and then
Iremembered when I and Heather had made love in the car a month before.She had bitten my ear
AND the moon had been full then as well.	Werewolves were supposed to pass on their curse with
a bite,maybe Heather was some form of Werewoman? I'd never heard of a Were-woman, but it was
the only explanation that fitted all of the facts.Whatever the case I had to find out how to
defeat the curse before ithappened again, next time I might not be able to control myself and
Imight end up having sex with a man. I phoned in sick to the office anddrove down to the
nearest public library.	I ended up with two dozen books about the supernatural and oneon
astronomy. I soon learned that virtually every part of the Earth hadlegends about shapechangers.
Werewolves had become popular in the West,but there were stories about men being changed into
just about everyspecies on the face of the planet.	There were stories about people changing
sex too, a lot of themwere from ancient Greece. One of those stories was about a guy
calledTiresias who got turned into a woman for watching two snakes have sex.Several hours into
my search I did come across an old reference fromMedieval England where a supposed witch was
burned at the stake. Notreally that unusual for the time, but apparently the witch
disguisedherself as a man except on nights of the full moon. If this report wasaccurate then
this poor man had been another Werewoman.	My stomach growled loudly, I looked up and noticed
most of theday was gone, I had spent nearly six hours in the library. I collectedup the
supernatural books and I took the astronomy book to flip throughlater.	On the way home I
stopped off at a Burger King for some food, Inever did like cooking myself. I read the astronomy
book being carefulnot to get grease on it. I had nearly finished when I read something
thatstopped me dead, I had assumed that there was only one night of a fullmoon a month. The
book pointed out that each full moon lasts over roughlyseveral days. I checked my watch, I still
had a couple of hours before Ichanged again. I couldn't live a normal life like this, with me
changingsex several nights a month. What would any girlfriend say?	I had to find Heather,
she had to know more about what was goingon and whether there was a cure or not. But the only
time I would be ableto recognise Heather was during a full moon, at any other time she
wouldlook completely different, she could even be a man the rest of the timelike me. So my
only hope to find her would be to go out to the bar whereI first met her a month ago and I'd
have to go as a woman.	Fifteen minutes later I was walking self-consciously through
thewomen's clothing section of a major department store. I couldn't workout what I needed and
finally approached a store assistant. I span outsome story about wanting to surprise my
girlfriend with an outfit forher, but it sounded lame even to me. She showed me a selection of
clothesand lingerie and I picked out some stuff almost by instinct, the clothingwas revealing
but it seemed that was what some inner part of me wanted.	I had to guess the sizes, but it
turned out I got it nearly spoton. Maybe my feminine part of me knew what it needed. She bagged
up theclothes and passed them over to me with the words, "It's alright. If youneed anymore
clothes for yourself, come back and ask for me. Here havethese on me." She gave me a small
makeup kit in its own small handbagwith a sincere smile, it was just a small sample kit but I
was warmed bythe gesture. I was going to need makeup or so I thought at the time.Really, all I
needed was pants, a top that fitted and a bra to keep mybreasts in place, but it was like some
corner of my mind demanded I gothe whole way. I thanked her and left, I could hardly contradict
her.After all, the lacy underwear and revealing skirts were for me. Isuppose I should consider
myself lucky the woman was sympathetic totransvestites.	I made one further stop to buy some
shoes, again I seemed toknow what size I needed. But I went and bought a pair of black
shoeswith a three inch heel. I didn't even think about how impracticable theywere till I was
on my way home.	I got home just as dusk was falling, I scrambled out of myclothes and just
sat there in the growing dark waiting for theinevitable. Mixed in with the dread I felt a
strange excitement, was Ialready getting addicted to my new state?	Shortly the moon climbed
above the horizon and the familiartingling began again. I rushed into the bathroom and stared in
themirror and watched as my features were replaced by someone else's. Myface was already
softer and my five o'clock shadow had gone. My lipsswelled slightly, become full and luscious,
my nose and chin becamefar more refined at the same time.	My heavy breasts were returning,
quickly they sprouted and grewto their full abundant size. I staggered as my pelvis rearranged
itselfinto the female shape designed for child bearing and I watched as mypenis and testicles
shrank and retracted into my body. I reached downwith a hand that was as feminine as the rest of
me and stroked the lipsof my pussy. As I did so I felt a sharp stab of desire, I pushed it
away.I realised I might enjoy using my female body but I'd regret it bitterlywhen I became a
man again. I walked back to the bag of female clothes,I tried to make my walk as feminine as
possible and I swayed my hips.	First things first, underwear. The assistant at the shop
hadpicked out a beautiful pink bra and panties set made out of silk andlace. In my new form I
thought they were lovely and I couldn't wait toget into them. I drew the panties up my long
shapely legs and up aroundmy new crotch. My ass was a lot bigger and softer than what I was
useto and the cool silk felt very erotic against it. Next came the bra whichI found fairly
difficult to do up, I could barely reach the clasps at theback and my boobs kept falling out.
Eventually I had to lay my boobs onthe couch to manage it. The bra certainly kept them under
control, thebra also felt very sexy on my sensitive breasts and I had to admiremyself in the
mirror. I put myself through some classic pin-up positions.	I had to consciously stop myself
before I went too far and lostcontrol. I went back into the other room and pulled out the
suspenderbelt and stockings. I didn't know if women wore them under or overpanties, but I
decided that on top of my panties would be all right. Idid the suspender belt on and then tries
to put on the stockings, Iruined the first pair trying to pull them up like socks. With the
secondpair I slowly worked them on, until they reached my thighs. I had neverworn anything as
erotic as stockings before. They felt like a secondskin, and they made a swishing noise as they
moved together I had alwaysliked from the women I had dated.	Finally I went through the
outfits I had bought, all of them weretight, sexy and would show my curves off to maximum
effect. I had boughtthree skirts and four tops, but it was the dress I went for. It wasshort,
black and on my figure it would turn any man on. Of course if Ihad been thinking straight this
is the last thing I would want to do,I'd want to melt into the background, undisturbed until I
found Heather.But my female body came with its own set of desires and strong emotions,and I
don't really think I was aware that I was dressing to attract men.	Anyway, I struggled into
the dress and pulled it straight untilit just covered my stocking tops. Finally, I slipped the
high-heeledshoes on and practised walking in them. I nearly fell over several timesand my toes
hurt, but it was worth it. Slowly I swayed back to themirror, I was fantastic and beautiful. I
kept practising and soon I couldwalk fairly well in them, but not as fast as I had seen some
women go inthem. The only makeup I put on was some lipstick, applying it seemed themost
feminine thing I had ever done, I was starting to lose a grip on mymaleness.	I brushed my
long hair out, which took longer than I expected andthen stood back in front of the mirror. I
was ready for anything, or so Ithought. I didn't trust my co-ordination enough to drive in my
car, so Ihired a cab. There was a company running that was driven entirely by women, for
women.	It arrived some quarter of an hour later and I left my apartment,dropping the keys
with some money into the handbag. I took the lift downand passed several people, I was afraid
that they would realise I wasa man. Of course, I needn't have worried, at that moment I was
physically100% female. The only second looks I got was from a couple of menadmiring me, I
couldn't help but feel flattered as I walked past them. Imentally pushed that thought down, if I
ever wanted to go back to being aman all the time I had to stay in control.	The taxi driver
wasn't suspicious of me either and I told her thename of the bar where I had met Heather. "So,"
she said. "Are you meetingyour boyfriend tonight?"	The idea of having a boyfriend repelled
and excited me at thesame time. "No, I don't have one at the moment." I managed to reply.
"Free and single, huh? Lucky you!" She then went on to tell mewhat a moron her boyfriend was and
how crass men were in general.	"Well, they're not all bad." I replied, I had to defend
mygender, didn't I.	"Listen, sister. Men are arrogant idiots at heart, some can hideit
better than most. You just be careful, okay."	I said I would and soon we were at the bar, I
paid her and wishedher luck sorting out her boyfriend. She laughed, said goodbye and droveoff
leaving me alone in front of a bar full of men. All of whom wouldprobably try to pick me up and
the chances of Heather being there werevery small. But I had to try, otherwise I would never be
free of thecurse.	I pushed open the door and entered the bar.CHAPTER 4	As I
entered the bar I found it impossible to shake the ideathat everyone would see a man in drag. I
looked down to see my breastsnestled in my tight black dress, even now I could not believe they
werea part of me. As I came through the door, several pairs of eyes looked inmy direction,
more than a few stayed to admire my curvy, feminine body.	I smiled at the attention and could
not help but wonder what theywould like to do to me. I mentally shook myself, keep your mind on
thejob in hand. I looked over to the table where a month before I had pickedup Heather. If you
had told me then I'd soon find myself on the otherside of the gender divide I would have laughed
at you. 	A quick scan of the room failed to find Heather, it looked likemy gamble had
failed. I was not prepared to give up yet though, Heatherwas my only chance to get rid of this
curse that turned me into a buxomnymphomaniac. I decided to check the women's restroom in case
she was inthere and to get away from the eyes of the men in the bar.	There was only one
other women in the restroom, she was a fairlypretty blonde checking her makeup in the mirror.
She smiled at me and Ismiled back, I felt a bit of an invader in there. It was a lot
cleanerand smelled better than the men's restroom. I locked myself in a stalland managed to
calm down a bit.	A few minutes later I felt strong enough to re-enter the bar andget a
drink. I ordered a non-alcoholic cocktail, if I had a bad timekeeping control now I'd have no
chance drunk. I settled into a secludedbooth on the far wall to wait for Heather to show. It was
only ten minutestill someone tried to pick me up. 	"Hello there, are you on your own?" I
looked over at him, earlytwenties, reasonable well built, with quite an attractive face. My
firstinstinct was to tell him to get lost, but something stopped me.	"Hi, yeah I'm afraid
so. I'm Tina, have a seat." I was utterlysurprised at the words coming out of my mouth, Tina?
Well I suppose hewould have found a girl called Tom a little odd.	He gratefully accepted my
offer and settled onto the seat nextto me. "I'm Sean, I haven't seen you here before, have
I?"	"Um, no I've just moved into the neighborhood." I tried to turnthe conversation away
from me, I hadn't planned for this and had no coverstory worked out. "So what do you do?"
"Oh, I work in a bank, it's dull but pays my bills. How aboutyou? I bet you're a model." 	I
blushed, I could just see myself on a catwalk parading someoutrageous new fashion. "Nothing
quite so exciting, I'm a secretarymyself."	We started chatting about everything, Sean and I
had similartastes, in more normal circumstances we could have become friends. Butthis was
different, I knew what Sean was attempting to do and I wasletting him. As the evening passed we
got closer and closer, a part ofme tried to back off but the rest of me was lost in my new
feminine body.	When I could I'd scan the bar, but I didn't see Heather. At about10:30 the
moment I'd been dreading happened. By now he had his arm aroundme, I found it quite comforting.
The small remaining male part of my mindcouldn't believe what was happening, here I was being
cuddled by a manand enjoying it! He reached over with his free hand and gently ran italong my
soft cheek.	"You are so beautiful, Tina." He smiled at me again, looking atthe hard bumps of
my nipples clearly visible through my dress, he knewhow ready and willing I was even if I
couldn't accept it myself. "Wouldyou like to go somewhere quieter, more intimate?"	At the
back of mind I tried to take control and get away fromSean, but I simply didn't have the
willpower. I nodded, "Yes, I'd likethat, Sean."	He leaned over and I could smell his
aftershave, it was the samebrand I used. His lips touched mine and I parted my lips to
hisinquisitive tongue, it felt so good. I felt a pressure at my breast ashis hand gently
massaged it, I was so aroused by now I would have gladlymade love to him right there in the
bar.	He drew back and looked at me, I can guess what he saw. Abeautiful, willing, young
woman. Her face flushed with excitement, lipsparted and breathing heavily, causing her ample
bosom to rise and fallseductively. I know what I would have done in his position, hell I
hadwith Heather a month before.	We stood up and walked out into the crisp, moonlit night arm
inarm. His car was in the same car park as mine had been a month before.I managed to hold off
from him as we drove away, the parallels betweenme and Heather were too disturbing.	He lived
only a block away from my apartment, I used to pass hisbuilding every day on my way to work. As
we rode up in the elevator wejust stared hungrily at each other, my treacherous body demanding I
givein to his every desire. Before his front door had shut properly he hadalready clasped me
to him in a strong embrace.	My breasts were crushed against his wide chest as I reached
upfor another kiss. I yearned to have him in me, already I was wet and hadsoaked my panties.
His hand slowly drifted down my back and soon I couldfeel him kneading the soft cheeks of my
ass. He turned me around so I hadmy back to him and raised my dress. I wondered what he was up
to and thenI felt his hand slipping inside my panties.	My legs almost gave way as he touched
my pussy, fortunately heheld me upright with his other arm and proceeded to masturbate me. It
wasso intense, I was totally lost. As the waves of pleasure crashed down onme I could here my
high feminine voice gasping.	His fingers slipped in and out of my slippery cunt, rubbing
myclitoris with each pass. It was so different from the feelings I gotwhen masturbating as a
man, rather than being centered on one area theerotic sensations spread through my whole body.
My nipples were so erectI thought they would burst out of my dress, I touched my breasts
whichstill felt alien and huge, but very erotic. I rubbed and teased mynipples as Sean
continued to work at my pussy and the erotic sensationsdoubled in intensity. I heard myself
screaming as my orgasm hit me.	Again it seemed to last much longer than my male orgasm, I
coulddo no more than lay there in his arms as the waves pulsed through mybody. Slowly I came
back to my senses, Sean still held me tightly whileslowly rubbing my pussy. I could feel a hard
lump in my back and realisedit was Sean's cock, ready and eager to possess me.	Despite
having an orgasm, I was still filled with desire and Iwanted him to fill me up. I turned around
and kissed him long and hard,then I whispered in his ear, "Take me, Sean."	He smiled and
quickly pulled the dress over my head, I wasworking frantically at his belt, I finally got it
free and I yanked downhis pants. He pulled off his shirt and then virtually tore my bra
off,leaving my ample breasts bobbing in his face. His eyes nearly poppedout of his head at the
sight of them and he eagerly took an engorgednipple into his mouth. I leaned my head back and
let out a long low moanof pleasure, I don't know how long he was chewing on my nipples.
Finally, he turned me around to face away from him, undid mysuspenders and pulled down my
panties. I could guess what was comingnext and I kneeled on the bed, with my cute ass pointing
at him. I hearda rustle as he dropped his boxer shorts and then he moved up behind meand he
rubbed the outside of my pussy with his red, hard cock. I wasaching for it, there was nothing I
wanted in the whole world exceptto be impaled on his hot length.	Slowly, teasingly, he edged
his cock into my pussy. It felt huge,I couldn't believe it fitted in my new vagina, but it felt
so right. Ifelt complete for the first time in my life.	He reached round and held one of my
breasts in each hand. I wassaying "Do it!" urgently. And he did. In one smooth motion he slid
hismanhood deep into me. I had a sudden moment of clarity, here I was a man,being fucked by
another man, with his cock filling my quivering pussyand his strong hands gripping my firm
tits.	I felt him start to pull out of me and I was about to protestwhen he thrust strongly
back into me. I lost it at this point and came.This orgasm was even more intense than the first
and I gripped his cockwith my vagina and it was only through good control that he didn't cumas
well. I had died and gone to heaven and still it went on. He poundedmy dainty body and dug his
fingers into my breasts.	I think I came two more times before Sean had his orgasm, by
thispoint simple arithmetic was far beyond my abilities. Finally however, asI was enjoying my
fourth orgasm of the night, he tensed and I felt hiscock quiver and start to pulse as he shot
his seed towards my womb.	I should have been more careful I know. I had no idea what
wouldhappen if I got pregnant, would I stay pregnant as a man, or would I onlybe pregnant on
nights of the full moon. Fortunately I didn't get knockedup from this encounter, which I can
only put down to luck.	Anyway we collapsed together on his bed, totally exhausted.
Wecontinued with some gentle loveplay for several more hours, during whichtime he mounted me
twice. I was a woman and glad, I could remember littleelse.	Finally, we drifted off to sleep
entwined in each other's arms.CHAPTER 5	It was the early morning sun shining in
through a crack in thecurtains that woke me up. I looked drowsily around not
recognisinganything, where the hell was I?	I felt a weight around my waist and looked down
to see an arm.A thick, hairy arm.	Suddenly I was wide awake. I thank God to this day that I
didn'tfollow my instincts and leap out of bed. A quick glance quickly confirmedI was back to
my male self. For the first time I regretted changing back,if Sean woke up with me now he'd kill
me. He was still snoring away, so Istarted to slowly edge out of bed. Moving his arm without
waking him upwas especially nerve wracking, but after five minutes I had managed it.	I
looked back down at the bed and saw Sean's sleeping form, thesheet was pulled back exposing his
well endowed cock. I felt a littlestrange as I though about where it had been the night before,
but my owncock reacted and pumped half-erect. I looked around for my clothes, theywere
scattered all around the room, I winced when I remembered I hadentered wearing panties, bra and
a dress. I couldn't go back dressed likethat, of course. I was going to have to take some of
Sean's stuff, aquick search revealed a sweat stained T-shirt and running shorts in thecorner.
I quickly slipped them on and wrapped my high heels, lingerie andpurse in the black dress. At
one point Sean groaned and rolled over butthankfully he didn't wake up.	I quietly left his
apartment and jogged the short way home,barefoot in the cool, early morning air. I was shaking
by the time I gotback to my own apartment, I changed into some of my own clothes and satdown
on the couch with a beer to steady my nerves. As I sat there I triedto analyse my feelings,
thinking about the night before caused me tobecome aroused again and I unzipped my pants and
pulled my cock free.	As I stroked my cock I remembered the sensations of Sean's roughhands
on my soft breasts and between my legs. It wasn't long before I cameinto my hand. It cleared my
mind somewhat and I knew that if I was goingto get rid of this curse I was going to have to do
it soon before Ibecame addicted to my female body. I showered and went off to work, Ididn't
get much done, but if I hadn't shown up it would have gone downin my record and hurt my future
promotion chances.	The day crawled by, I didn't get much work done as my mind keptdrifting
back to the royal fucking I had got the night before. What Icouldn't reconcile was that I was a
heterosexual male who had been madelove to as a woman and I wanted more of it, lots more.
That evening I wore a tracksuit with a T-shirt, they wouldn'tlook that unusual on a woman when I
changed. I struggled into a pairof white panties and a bra, they were too tight on my male body,
butI'd need the support later. In the growing twilight I parked acrossthe road from the bar
where I had met Heather. I couldn't go in case Seanwas there and I couldn't guarantee I wouldn't
go off with the first manwho chatted me up.	About fifteen minutes later the moon rose above
the horizon andthe now familiar feeling of transformation coursed through my body. Mybreasts
grew out to fill my bra cups and my scalp tingled as my hairgrew longer. I deliberately tried to
concentrate on anything but my body,already I could feel stirrings of arousal deep inside me. So
started myvigil.	By the end of three hours I was near breaking point, I was sohorny I
would have fucked anyone or anything. I was almost at the pointof going into the bar and picking
someone up. Then, at last, there shewas, Heather.	I scrambled out of the car and ran across
the road, heedless ofthe traffic and stopped in front of her, "Heather! Thank God I
foundyou!"	She frowned, "I'm sorry, do I know you?"	"Yeah, but not like this. You picked
me up a month back andbit my ear, remember."	Her eyes widened and she put her hand to her
mouth, "Tom? I'mso sorry. I had hoped the bite was too small to affect you."	"Look, we need
to talk about this. I don't live too far away,my car is just over there."	She looked around
her, "Yeah, the streets are not that safe atnight." She followed me back to the car, the
seatbelt wasn't designedwith breasts in mind and was fairly uncomfortable. I drove back
slowly,last thing I needed was to be pulled over by the cops without a drivinglicence. Heather
was obviously embarrassed and ashamed over what hadhappened to me, she kept quiet on the way
back to my apartment.	I was grateful to get back home, the need for sex was growingand I was
constantly aroused, I wondered if Heather was in the sameposition. For now though I could keep
myself under control. I pulled twobeers out of the refrigerator, handed one to her and we both
sat on thecouch. "How did you get the curse?" I asked.	"I was much younger than you when I
was bitten, about sixteenyears old." She said. "My family was on a camping holiday and one
eveningas I made my way back to the tent I shared with my sister I came acrossthis woman. She
was dressed in shirt and jeans and they obviously didn'tfit her.	"She took one look at me
and then she ripped off her shirt and Igot a hard on staring at her bare breasts. Yeah, I'm a
man just like you.My name is Harry Mulligan, I suppose most people bitten are men,considering
what beautiful women we turn into. Anyway she grabbed mepulled my clothes off, dropped her jeans
and climbed on top of me, itwas the first time I had been with a woman and she took total
control.	"Not surprisingly, I didn't last long. When we had finished shereached down and
kissed me for the first time, then she deliberately bitmy lower lip, drawing blood. Then as I
was getting a tissue from mypocket, she just disappeared into the night. Well, the next day my
lip hadhealed and I never saw her again. Over the next month I fantasised abouther all the
time, well what male teenager wouldn't.	"The first time I became a girl I was out with my
mates, when thechange came over me. I looked down to see two huge tits stretching myshirt to
breaking point. I got away from my mates before they saw whathad happened, then I panicked. I
remember seeing my reflection in a shopwindow, I was a beautiful young girl. Then I came across
a gang outgetting drunk and they taunted me as they would any girl. Of course, Ididn't react
the same as other girls. I found myself getting reallyturned on and I ended up being fucked by
all of them.	"The next day, I changed back of course and I was disgustedabout what I had
done, but come the next evening I had sneaked out ofthe house with one of my sister's dresses. I
was a bit more endowed thanher but I struggled into it and I went off for another night of
sex.I was hooked, is it the same for you?"	I sighed, "yeah, last night I was waiting for you
in the bar. Igot picked up by some guy called Sean and went back to his place." Myface felt
hot as I blushed.	"Sean? Oh yeah, he's good." Heather said with a wide smile."Did he take
you doggie style? He loves that." She saw the embarrassedlook on my face, "Don't worry, it's the
way the curse affects us. I'velearned to live with it. For most of the month I'm a normal
heterosexualbusinessman, but for two or three nights a month I'm a sexy womanbegging for sex.
I didn't mean to do this to you, but you'll get usedto it."	"I don't want to get used to
it!" I nearly shouted at her, "howam I supposed to have any sort of serious relationship with a
woman?"	"True," she sighed. "I managed to hide it from my wife with theexcuse of business
trips. She got suspicious, had me followed and theysaw Heather leaving my hotel room. She
divorced me soon after, what couldI say. She wouldn't have been able to handle the truth."
"But there must be some way to remove the curse!"	"Well, when I went to university, it was
easier to becomeHeather, no one noticed the extra girl. Anyway, one night me and thisguy I'd
picked up wondered into this antique shop run by some ancientScotsman. When we entered the shop
he started looking at me strangely,I put it down to him lusting after young women. But then he
came up tome and said, 'that isn't your body, is it lass?' I said I didn't knowwhat he was
talking about and quickly left, but curiosity drew me backthe next day.	"He recognised me
instantly, even though I was back in my malebody. I admitted that I did change into a girl each
full moon and he saidhe had heard about Werewoman but had never hoped to find one.
Apparentlyhe dabbled in pagan magic, throughout the rest of my time at universityI'd visit him
now and then. He told me once that there was a cure, but itwas dangerous, the chance of success
was only about 1 in 3. If it hadbeen easy to cure me I might have taken it, but I didn't mind
the smallamounts of time I spent female enough to take such a risk.	"Do you think he is
still alive?" I asked with hope in my voice.At last there was a chance I could get rid of the
curse before I hadanother encounter like the one with Sean.	"Well, I last saw him about ten
years ago. We could go over andfind out, but this cure could be worst than the curse if it
backfires."Heather warned me.	"I've got to do this, please Heather."	"Alright, we'll
work something out. Look, I've got to get backto the bar, I'm really starting to need it again
and I expect you do to."	She was right, my nipples were hard and pushing into the softcups
of my bra. Between my legs, I could feel an erotic wetness, I knewthat what ever objections I
had this body would soon drive me to findsomeone, anyone, to fuck. An idea popped into my head,
I reached overand put my hand on her arm. "Why not stay here?" I said in a husky voice.	She
opened her mouth to answer, closed it again and finally said,"why not."	She leaned over and
we were kissing. There was little of theguilt at the back of mind that I had when I was with
Sean. Sure she wasnormally a guy, but at that moment she was all woman. She broke the kissand
we stripped each others clothes off. She pushed me onto my back,kneeled over me and started to
lick my pussy. She was good, I was gaspingwith passion almost instantly. I looked up to see
Heather's pussy abovemy face. I ran my tongue along her lips, she quivered with pleasure andwe
rode each other to quick, but powerful orgasms.	We went at all night, we would take turns with
the dominant role,sometimes we would just kiss and cuddle each other. I noticed how wecould go
for longer than any normal human could manage, another effect ofthe curse, perhaps. We were in
our favorite 69 position, with Heather ontop as the sun rose the next day. The familiar rush hit
us both, herclitoris grew into a raging seven inch prick which, I'm ashamed to sayI continued
to suck. My own body rearranged itself to its male state andHeather/Harry sucked on my cock as I
licked his. Our female bodies hadbeen highly aroused, so when we changed back our male bodies
were justas aroused.	We were still unable to control ourselves and I enjoyed thefeeling of
a huge cock filling my mouth. Harry was proving he was asgood at cocksucking as at cuntlicking
and it wasn't long till I felthis cock start to pulse. Harry groaned and flooded my throat
withcopious amounts of semen, which I swallowed hungrily and then Harry'slicking caused my own
prick to cum strongly in his mouth.	We rolled away from each other, both of us self conscious
of beingwith a naked man. I gave Harry some of my clothes and we quickly dressed.Over
breakfast we made the arrangements, Harry would go to find the oldman and call me when he found
him.	"Just don't take to long," I told him. "I don't think I can standto go through this
again."	"Yeah, sorry for last night. I should have stopped when wechanged back."	"I
don't mean that, we were too turned on to help ourselves. Thereal problem is my lack of control
as a woman, I spread my legs foranyone."	"I was like that at first, after a few months
you'll be able tokeep some measure of control. But you'll never be able to stop itcompletely."
He told me. "I have some important commitments next week atwork, but I should be able to find
him before the next full moon."	And soon he was gone, I have to admire him, being able to put
upwith all that's happened to him. He had accepted his curse, learned toenjoy it. I just hoped
I wouldn't end up like that, my male self wasrepulsed by the things I had done as a woman, but
already a part of mewanted to experience it again.CHAPTER 6	The next few weeks were
startlingly normal and at times I'dalmost forget what happened to me, though several times I
caught myselffeeling my cock, daydreaming about Sean pumping powerfully into me, orHeather's
pussy inches from my face. At night I'd masturbate over theseevents, my particular favorite was
the feeling of Harry's cock fillingmy mouth up. After I came I'd always be more than slightly
disturbed bymy thoughts, was the curse affecting me even when I was a man? Or had Ialways been
secretly bisexual.	I'd watch the Moon in the sky shrink night after night to a thinsliver of
silver and then start to grow again. Each night bringing mecloser to the time I'd become Tina
again.	It was two days before the next full moon when Harry finallygot in touch, "What took
you so long?" I demanded.	"It wasn't easy to find him, he seems to move shop every fewyears.
I think he's doing it to cover his tracks for some reason."	"Well, will he help me?"	"He's
very dubious, he says it isn't safe and you shouldn't riskit. But he will help you." He gave me
an address and told me to be thereon the afternoon before the full moon.	I was on the first
flight east the next morning. I had packed myfemale clothes into a corner of my suitcase, just
in case it didn't work.It took me a while but I tracked down the shop that afternoon, but it
wasshut. Looking through the window, I saw what looked like a pile of junk.I doubted he'd ever
sell any of it.	That night I couldn't sleep, tomorrow this nightmare would beover.	I
didn't leave the hotel till the following afternoon, I packedmy dress, underwear and shoes into
a carrier bag just in case the oldman turned out to be the crank he seemed to be. The shop was
open and Ientered, the door ringing a bell as I did so. Harry was nowhere to beseen.	"I'm
just comin'" came a voice from behind the counter, the voicehad a thick Scottish accent. He
walked in from the back storeroom, Iwasn't quite sure what I was expecting. He was about six
foot tall andlooked to be over sixty-five, but he seemed strong and healthy. His facewas
surrounded by an explosion of white hair.	"Can I help yer, Sir..." He started, then he trailed
off andstared at me, "Ah, you'll be the man with the wee problem."	I felt a little
uncomfortable in his gaze, "Umm.. yeah, that'sright. I suppose Harry has filled you in, where is
he by the way."	"Ah, he's upstairs settin' up the room we going to use breakingthe curse.
Now laddie, has Harry told you of the dangers?"	"Yes, but I can't live like that, I like to be
in control andwhen I'm changed, I just can't stop myself."	"Well, you see. There are many
different types of shapechangersand they all date from before history began, when things were
moreprimal, less civilised if you like."	He led me upstairs and into a room on the back of
the shop, allthe furniture had been cleared out. On the floorboards an intricatedesign had
been painted. In the center of the design was a small emptycircle, Harry was by the window, he
smiled as I entered. "Hi, Tom.According to Angus we're nearly ready."	"I'll just get the
candles," said the imposing Scotsman and thenhe was back off downstairs.	I walked over to
Harry being careful not to step on the design."Angus?"	"Well, that's what I call him. He
won't tell me his real name,that's why I had so much trouble finding him, every time he moves to
anew shop he changes his name. I'll tell you one thing that hasn'tchanged. He's doesn't look a
day older than when I first met him tenyears ago."	"Oh come on," I scoffed. "It's just your
imagination playingtricks."	"Really? I'm not so sure. He knows a lot more than any
ordinaryeccentric would. Are you sure you want to go through with this? Accordingto Angus
we're going to summon up some ancient god and it is supposed tobe untrustworthy."	"He is not
a god, just a forest spirit." Said Angus returningwith an arm load of candles. "And he's not
untrustworthy, he just has avery advanced sense of humor." He began arranging the candles at
pointsthroughout the pattern on the floor. "Legend has it that he wasoriginally responsible
for the curse. A lowly farmer's son and the localchieftain's daughter fell in love, o' course
such a union would be frownedupon. So he used to climb into the chieftain's stronghold to meet
her insecret (which he could only see well enough to do under the light of thefull moon). one
night he was almost recognised and he knew it was only amatter of time before he was caught and
killed. So he appealed to one ofthe forest spirits for a disguise so he wouldn't be
recognised."	"And the spirit's answer was to turn him into a Werewoman," Isaid. "Some sense
of humor!"	"Well, these spirits are not the most balanced of beings. Whichis why I think you
should reconsider, young lad."	"No my mind's made up. I have to do this."	"Very well then.
Harry wait downstairs, I don't want the spiritto get confused."	Harry agreed and left
closing the door. Outside the twilight wasdarkening towards night. Angus finished arranging the
candles and startedto light them. When he had finished he gestured to me.	"Right laddie,
take your clothes off. All of them, mind you. Thensit crossed legged in the middle circle."
I felt very self-conscious undressing in front of him but I had totrust him if I was ever to
break the curse. I did as I was told, then Ifelt his hand on my forehead and I drifted into some
sort of trance. Iwas fully aware of what was going on, but I felt somewhat detached
fromit.	Half an hour passed, Angus was muttering something under hisbreath, it sounded
like a chant. Then the now familiar rush came over meand I felt my body rearrange itself. I felt
my hips widen and I lookeddown to see my male equipment withdrawing into my body. In my trance
Iwatched with a cool disinterest. Then my full breasts blossomed again onmy chest.	Angus
looked at me. "Here's the tricky part," he said. He startedsome incantations in a language that
didn't sound vaguely human and thelines of the pattern glowed bright blue. Something appeared at
the edgeof the room, a swirling mass of leaves. Angus spoke to it in the samestrange language
and the whirlwind answered him.	After about ten minutes of this Angus withdrew to the other
sideof the room and the whirlwind moved to the side of the pattern andtouched it. The blue
color quickly changed to green and I felt my bodyrearranging itself again, but into what I
didn't know. I could no longermove.	Suddenly all the candles went out and the rustling sound
diedaway. Angus switched on the light and touched my forehead again, suddenlyI was back out of
my trance. I looked down at my body, fearful at what Imight find. To my utter relief I was my
normal male self, I checked everypart of me and everything was as it should be. I climbed
unsteadily to myfeet, noticing that the pattern on the floor had vanished and looked outof the
window at the full Moon. "IT WORKED! Thank you so much, Angus. Iowe you one."	"Aye, it seems
to have worked. But don't thank me yet, the spiritmight have taken the curse away, but it might
have added something. So becareful over the next few weeks."	I was so happy I barely heard
him. I struggled into my boxershorts and ran downstairs to find Harry, I ran into one of the
backrooms to find a women in his clothes. "Heather! It worked!"	She was amazed and I was so
happy I swept her up in my arms andkissed her. I pulled back to notice she was very turned on,
the cursewas still working on her, of course. I gave her the female clothes I hadbrought for
me, I wasn't going to need them again after all and invitedher back to my hotel room. Angus
rolled his eyes, "that's all you thinkabout isn't it?" He said from the doorway.	I quickly
put on my clothes and thanked him again. He said it wasworth it for the experience, but that if
the spirit had done something hecould not help me any more. Neither of us were really thinking
straight,I was too happy and Heather was too turned on. We virtually ran back tothe hotel and
screwed all night.	We finally drifted off to sleep at about 4:00 am.	When I woke up, it
was just before sunrise. I got out of bed towatch it rise, I had a glorious view from my window.
It was as the last part of the sun climbed above the horizon that I felt a tingling start all
over my body.	I looked down to see the hair on my chest begin to recede backinto my body,
"NO!" I shouted in a voice that was already higher than itshould have been. My shout woke
Heather who was in the process of turningback into a man. She watched horrified as my breasts
grew and my skinbecame softer. I reached between my legs but my penis had already
gone,replaced by a feminine slit.	I think I fainted then because the next thing I remember
iswaking up on the bed with a concerned looking Harry leaning over me. Itwas just a dream I
thought, but I could feel the soft mounds of my titsresting on my chest. "What happened?" I
asked in my soft girlish voice.	"The spirit must have tricked you, at a guess I'd say you're
nowa sort of Wereman." he said. I couldn't take this, it was far worse thanjust changing a few
nights a month, now I'd be a woman all my life EXCEPTfor those few nights. I'd have to learn to
live full time as a woman, andI could feel my sex urge returning. I started to cry and
Harryinstinctively cradled me in his arms, I felt safer in his embrace and soonI managed to
stifle the tears. "What am I going to do. I can't go backhome like this, where will I go? I
can't get a job, because I have nobirth certificate or qualifications in this body."	His
strong hands rubbed my back and I felt myself becomingaroused, my nipples stuck out like spikes
and my hand drifted down tohis cock. To find him aroused and ready and I remembered what his
prickhad tasted like the previous time. I dropped to my knees and took himinto my mouth, I was
rewarded by bringing him fully erect.	I licked and sucked on his hard penis, he pulled me off
beforehe came and pushed be onto my back on the bed. He put one hand betweenmy legs and of
course I was already wet. He rolled between my legs and Ireached down to grasp his long, hard
cock and guide it into me. I gaspedand moaned with pleasure at the exquisite feelings of
penetration.Harry's cock glided in and out of my pussy and I revelled in thesensations. I knew
that this was my lot from now on, I would take thepassive role, opening my legs to allow men to
fuck me. Rather thanbecoming hard, I would soften and open my legs to my lovers.	I wrapped
my legs around him, so I could pull him in as deep aspossible with each thrust. I had several
explosive orgasms before he camestrongly inside me.	It was as we were lying together
afterwoulds that he made thesuggestion, obviously I couldn't go home. But he earned more than
enoughmoney to support both of us and we seemed made for each other now...	The thought
astonished me, I knew I had very few options and thiswas the best one. And he was right, we were
made for each other, when hewas male I'd be female and when I was male he would be female.	I
never went back home, instead Harry took me to his house. Hewas very well paid by the look of
the house. That evening I did turn backinto a man with the full moon and I spent the evening
making love toHeather. After the full moon had finished till the following month I hadto get
used to living twenty-four hours of the day as a beautiful woman.I learnt to control myself, but
I was still turned on for most of theday. Harry pulled a few strings and managed to buy a new
identity for meon the black market, he proposed the day he gave the documents to me.	By then
I had been female for three weeks and my male self wasreceding into the background. I wanted to
be with him and bear hischildren.	Harry had gone back to find Angus, but he had already
moved on.	We were married a few months later, a quiet affair, mainlybecause I wouldn't have
been able to produce any relatives. But I didget a beautiful wedding dress to wear. I felt more
feminine in thatdress saying I do to Harry than I had ever before.	I noticed that when I
turned back into a man, I still moved andtalked in a feminine way, but I was still man enough to
satisfy Heather.Seven months after my curse was reversed, I became pregnant. I wasecstatic, I
was bearing Harry's child. While pregnant, I didn't changeback to my old self during the full
Moon and spent nine months straightin my female body. Harry was entranced with my pregnancy and
he oftenspent ages feeling it move inside me. I won't pretend the birth was easy,it felt like
I was passing a bowling ball. But all of that was worth itfor my son.	As I sit here now,
it's the middle of the night and I'mcomforting my three month old son. It is the full moon and
I'm back inmy male body. It feels slightly odd and alien to me now, but I enjoyhaving the best
of both worlds and I'm immensely happy I'm a beautifulwoman most of the time. Harry (or Heather
as he prefers to be calledwhen female) is playing with my vibrator in our bedroom. Even
thoughher breasts aren't lactating she wants to feel what it's like to breast-feed. And who am
I to deny her the whole female experience.	I'm just trying to work out how to tell Heather
that her sonturns into her daughter three nights a month.The End