When George woke up he found himself laying on a bed. He tried to shake the most fantastic dream he'd ever had from his head. "A woman!" He laughed out loud.

He raised his head and surveyed the room. This wasn't his room. He swung his feet over the edge of the bed. He was wearing stockings. And high heeled pumps, too! He stood up uncertainly, wobbled over to a mirror. His face was made up and he was wearing a corset, and even worse, he had breasts. HE HAD BREASTS!!!!

That fantastic dream was no dream at all. All of it? Even the part which, as ashamed of himself as he was, he enjoyed? His hands wandered to his breasts and stroked the erect nipples. The now familiar, but still wonderful, rippling sensation. Yes. Even the parts he enjoyed.

Slap! Slap! "Time to wake up my little lovely," Heather said, holding him by his face. His eyes snapped open with the first loud smack and closed quickly when he saw the hand returning to deliver the second one. Slap!

"Heather?!" He shouted. She kissed his mouth, soft and sweet. Her kiss was full of the erotic enchanting spell he had fallen under the night before ... or was it the day before? ... or just a few minutes ago.

George tried to embrace her but he couldn't. He realized that he was tied spread eagle to the very same frame he had seen Heather in last. He also saw that he was completely naked except for the very tight black corset on his torso. Heather saw that he was confused and examining.

"Ah, my sweet Sherry! You are so sexy, so beautiful like this." She began to nuzzle and lick his now larger breasts, sending those chills and erotic waves of sensation throughout his body.

"Stop. Please, no. Stop," he said, fighting the tingles, trying not to give in to the sheer pleasure of it. "No. Not now. Please. Please. Tell me what I have got myself into?"

"She did not stop but instead began to lightly, lovingly, stroke his exposed sex. He shut his eyes tight but could not keep the waves of sensations out. Slowly, maddeningly, she licked and rubbed, until he thought he would lose his mind. His hips began moving against his will. In and out, in and out. Wave after crashing wave rolled through his body, contorting it, trembling it. Just as he was about to come she stopped. George kept thrusting in the air alone, trying with all his might and powers of concentration to finish the act. His sex bouncing in the air, frustratingly touching nothing, as he continued to gyrate.

Heather stood back and watched. "Do you want it, Honey?"

"Yes, Heather, I want it. I need it!" He whispered through clenched teeth desperately trying to reach orgasm.

"Do you really want it, Baby?" She said sensuously. "Really?"

"Yes," he pleaded through his sweat and frustration. "Yes, please yes." He stopped gyrating. His head dropped to his chest, obscuring his face with his long hair. Hope seemed to flee from him.

"What would you do for it, my lovely little flower?" She gently tweaked his nipple, ran a finger along the new contour of his breast.

"Anything. Everything. Anything you want, Anything."

She stepped closer to him. He could feel smouldering heat radiating from her magnificent form. She continued to lightly, teasingly run her fingers up his shoulder and neck, along his cheek, feeling the new softness there. "Anything?"

"Anything." He licked her fingers, sucked them, kissed them. Very sensuously, very tenderly. "Anything."

She kissed him again. Another magical, enthralling, spellbinding kiss, whispering in his ear, "Good girl. Now come with me and do as I say and your every dream will come true."

She released him from the frame and led him into another room. There she sponged him off and carefully selected wardrobe for him. She dressed him in a creme colored silk blouse with a high collar, a matching pleated short skirt and creme colored stockings, which were held up by a white garter belt. She added a wide belt with a golden buckle and dangling chain and a pair of very high heeled but elegant pumps, which accented his high arch and shapely calves.

Next Heather re-applied his make up, and when George looked 'model perfect', with his new chest and 20" corset cinched waist, she pronounced him ready.

"Ready for what?", he asked in a daze, quite taken with himself.

"Ready for `anything' my petit cheri. And anything is waiting for you ... in the very next room." She pointed to the other door.

George looked at the door and fear rose in him. Fear mixed with a tinge of sexual excitement.

"Through that door," Heather said as she guided him closer to it, "is the fantasy you have always dreamt of. The dream you want. The fulfillment of all your secret desires. And Harry House has brought it to you. Don't disappoint us. Don't disappoint yourself." Her words weaving a spell of intrigue and anticipation in George.

"Through that door is your destiny," she said as she traced his breast through the silk blouse, sending new chills of excitement through his body. Awakening the sexual beast within him. "Through that door is your nirvana." His excitement was slowly rising. "Through that door is the path you must take to take me..." She continued to send the chills through him as she walked him to the door. "You must cast aside your fear and trust me. You must do what you must do ... and I know that you will..." She put her hand on the knob and turned it. "And in so doing you will blossom. You will be born again."

She opened the door and gently pushed him through. And as he stood in the darkened room she kissed him one last time, then closed the door leaving him alone.

His eyes adjusted slowly., revealing a room that looked like a fine hotel suite. Luxurious. Well appointed.

He took a tentative step deeper into the space. Then another. He looked around. What was here? What is his destiny? "Nothing. That's what", he thought.

The sounds of Jimi Hendrix's 1983 A MERMAID I SHOULD TURN TO BE, seeped into the room, liquid, magical, sweeping and beautiful.
George sat down. Nothing. His eyes were fully adjusted. He searched the room for his destiny, his eyes coming to rest on his own legs, knees apart. Not very ladylike he thought. He glanced left then right. No one here so ... why not. He put his knees together. Better. He examined his thighs where they tantalizingly emerged from under the skirt. "Sexy", he thought. He touched them through the stockings, "Mmmmmmmmmm, nice."

He stood up and felt his tiny waist, ran his fingers up to his breasts. The sensuous feel through the cool silk blouse. "God, you can't beat the feel of the clothing against the skin." Men's clothes never felt this good, in fact they seemed designed to have no feel at all. But women's clothes, this was quite another story. He began to explore and enjoy this feminine side of himself. Revel in it. Flaunt it, just a bit.

The music swelled, the guitar wrapped him in warm enticing boldness. He stood and twirled around, just to feel the skirt fly up and away from him and then settle back against his legs.

Unbuttoned the top few buttons revealing just the lovely sloping curves of the tops of his breasts, rising from the silk blouse like beautiful back-lit hills at the magic hour of dusk. Warm. Inviting.

He sat, but this time like a lady, smoothing his skirt beneath him, then crossed his legs in a flirty, sexy manner, causing the skirt to fall back just enough to reveal and entice. Yes. Being a woman was a very wonderful thing.

As the music swelled, then floated, as if in a dream, he sat touching and reveling in himself. His eyes came to rest upon a bottle of wine and two glasses. He poured himself a glass and toasted all women everywhere. As the rich warm liquid gently slid down his throat he felt his body begin to glow with animal eroticism. It was a magical feeling. Being alone with HIMSELF, a beautiful, sexy, sensual woman and it was all him.

As the music died away he finished the wine and lay back against the cushions, curling his legs up beneath him like a luxurious cat basking in the sunlight. His head gently fell back onto the top of the cushions as his eyes closed. This was heaven. He wished that this feeling would last forever.

The first chords of THE WIND CRIES MARY sifted into his consciousness. As the music grew so did a wonderful tingling, glowing sensation in his breasts. "MMmmmmmm". Gentle waves of stimulation emanated out from them throughout this sexy body.

A perfumed scent gently wafted through the air. He didn't open his eyes or move. Just lay back and luxuriate in this overpowering state of heightened sensations. Heightened luxury. This heightened moment.

He felt lips very gently kiss his neck. Nibble his ears, making his earrings tinkle faintly like small wind chimes from far away on a warm summer's night. He rolled his head to the side with a deep sigh. A warm, moist tongue gently caressed his ear. A moan of pleasure escaped George's lips..

"Heather..." he sighed. He turned his head sluggishly and opened his eyes slowly, as if he were in a dream.

"Oh, a man," he thought. "A man, how nice... A MAN!"

George stiffened, but the man continued, knowing just where and how to touch, introducing new and more wonderful sensations which seemed to come from deep within George. Whoever he was, this guy was a master.

George closed his eyes, sank down into his soul and gave himself over to the experience.

He felt, through the stockings, a hand on his leg. It slowly, gently, lightly ran up and down to his thigh. Oh the sensations! Like tiny cool electric tingles running wild through his body, making it tingle and writhe as if it had a separate mind of its own. His nipples becoming erect, his breathing becoming deeper, richer.

The man continued gently teasing his nipple and his thigh, hand moving ever closer to his crotch, his mouth searching ever closer for George's. George's passion erupted from passive to active like a vulcano. He turned to receive the kiss fully and with his tongue, he thrust deep into this man's mouth, exploring, feeling, experiencing.

George had become a woman, heart, body and soul. Slightly paniced, slightly ill at ease and fully in lust with the new sensations. It never felt like this before.

He turned his full body to the man who pulled him down on top of him. The man's hands stroking his thighs, raising his skirt, seeking the very sensative inner thighs. He kissed George and ran his tongue down to his breasts, licking, sucking, nibbling.

George was swept away with overwhelming passion and sensation. The man reached up, unfastened George's blouse, pulling it completely off. Both hands were busy sending chill after chill through him, touching in ways and places George never suspected were so rich, so sensitive, so full of feeling.

Driven by ever mounting passion, the man pulled his own shirt open and began to kiss and lick George's new sensuous nipples. He worked his pants, unfastening his belt, top button and zipper quickly. Pulling them down exposing his pulsating sex.

The sight of the engorged cock further excited George, much to his surprise and dismay. But he seemed driven as if someone else had entered his body and was now controlling it. This man's cock was beautiul in a way. It attracted him. He could taste it.

Every fiber of George's body was telling him that this was wrong. He hesitated.

The man gently, lovingly pulled George to his sex. George tentatively touched it, wanting it badly but at the same time being repulsed by it. A drop of glistening pre-cum appeared at the tip. George touched it with his finger, the cock bounced in the air, begging for more. (George was secretly proud of himself that he could elicit this reaction from a man.) He tentatively licked the fluid from his finger. "Not so bad", he thought. He lightly licked the organ , tasting it. Salty. Nice. Then the spirits firmly siezed control of him, "I must have more," he heard himself think, and, against his will, he dove on the cock, taking it full in his mouth.

The man moaned with pleasure. He held George's head in place and slowly pumped his cock in and out of his mouth. George was overcome with the desire to make him cum. He licked and sucked and stroked, driving the man wild, jerking and writhing in ectasy, "Oh, girl...oh, girl, so good."

The man's hands drifted back to George's breasts. The heat was increasing, the passion rising to incredible heights. Faster and deeper the cock moved in George's mouth until the man's body stiffened.

At first, george did not know what to do, then he renewed his efforts, letting his passion drive and guide him. The man arched his back, froze, then exploded in george's mouth. "OH HONEY! YES," he yelled as he continued spurt after spurt, letting his passion fill George's mouth.

George continued until the man collapsed in sweaty bliss. George swallowed his mouthful of salty sweetness, then rose up and cuddled in the man's arms. They lay in an embrace for some time, George perfectly content and happy.

George had found himself and to his surprise, he was a woman.

The man stirred. He unzipped George's skirt and gently took it off him. With his fingers he traced pictures, ever so lightly, on George's back. As their passions began to rise again, he turned George over so that she lay, face up on the sofa. He traced her breasts, being very careful not to touch the nipples. His fingers strayed to her nether regions, being careful not to touch her sex. His mouth teased and suckled her breasts and his cock rose again. George wanted to lick and suck it, but she could not maneuver him to a position where she could get her mouth on it. So instead she stroked it gently with her hands. He kissed her full on the mouth sending passion raging through her. He stood and lifted her onto his waist. She tucked her head into his shoulder.

"God, you are amazing," he whispered to her, then kissed her again. He carried her into the bed room, lay her gently on the bed and began to lightly message her feet, legs and body. George lay there accepting it all. Sensations he never dreamt of careening through him, rasing his passions to ever new heights.

He rolled her onto her stomach and messaged her back, taking extra time around her rear end. New chills and desires rippled through her in wave after mighty wave. "Yes," George whispered, "Yes." She rose up on her knees and leaned forward coming to rest on all fours. The man mounted her from behind and gently forced his cock into her rear. He had lubricated himself and began to slide in and out with a slow erotic rythmn designed to drive the passionate wantings even higher.

George gasped with the sensation. It was absolute heaven. Such a feeling was beyond description. All he could do is lose himself entirely to the act. So sexy. So deep. So fulfilling. So good.

The man pumped back and forth, slowly, sensuously, all the while building to the inevitable peak. When it finally came, they both screamed out in pure, unadultrated animalistic pleasure. The days of pent up climaxes finally released. George ascended to new heights, heights he never dreamt existed. Heights that were so intense, so full of pleasure and power that he wished it would never stop. This was everything. It was a religious experience. It was what he must never forget.

Yes, George had become a full woman, and with absolutely no regrets whatsoever. From this point on, George thought of himself as a SHE. In his minds eye he envisioned himself as a HERSELF: Sexy, alluring, very attractive and erotic. From this point forward George was Sherry.

They collapsed onto the bed, him on top of the new her. Joined as one. Sweaty and fulfilled. Experienced travelers to a heretofore unobtainable temple, hidden in the deepest darkest jungles of human prejustice. "This is the ultimate bliss," George thought as he fell into a deep sleep.

When he awoke he was alone. Again, he wondered if it had been a dream or if it had really happened. And again he opened his eyes to find that he was not in his room at home. Not George's room with the pennants and the Rock posters.

Suddenly a shock wave ran through him as last night came flooding back...