Date: Tue, 18 Sep 2007 08:34:45 -0400
From: D C <deanechris5@msn.com>
Subject: Dennis' Addiction

Dennis' Addiction
By Deane Christopher
Email: deanechris@msn.com
Edited by Rachael Platt

Copyright 2007


	"...I'm well aware of the fact that he isn't going to like it.  And
you're right; I am asking lot of him.  But trust me, sis, he'll do it.  He
won't like it, but he'll do it."  Gale Grimes told her sister over the
phone.  "You just make sure to tell Bonny to have her son here by seven.
Oh, and sis, can you do me a big favor while I'm thinking about it?  Find
out what color boutonniere will go best with Johnny's tux.  Then, if you
would, call the florist and have them delivered it to my house this
afternoon.  I'd do it myself, but I'm going to have to run down to the bank
and get grandma's pendant out of our safe deposit box...."

	Dennis Grimes started work at seven that morning and by the time he
arrived home at four thirty-five he was feeling a bit haggard.  He watched
the florist nod and walk away as he parked.  Now he was more perplexed than
haggard - and just a little suspicious.  The very first thing he did upon
entering his house was to seek an explanation from his wife.  "Hey, Gale?
What gives with the florist?  Is there something I should know about?  I
mean, you don't by any chance have a secret admirer do you?"

	"No, silly!" Gale said as she passed out of the kitchen and into
their living room.  As she did so, Gale nonchalantly placed the small box
she was carrying on the coffee table.

	"So, what's in the box?" Dennis asked the obvious question
pensively.  He could feel there was something peculiar going on, something
he ought to know about.

	Knowing that she did not have a lot of time to accomplish all that
needed to be done before Johnny Timbold arrived at seven, Gale simply
replied, "A boutonniere."

	"For me?" Dennis was even more perplexed than he was before.  "Are
we supposed to be going out somewhere special?  If we are, I sure wish you
would have given me a heads-up before now.  Hell, I don't even know if my
tux'll fit me anymore, considering that I've gained around fifteen pounds
since that Caribbean cruise we took last fall."

	"Dennis!" Gale's voice sounded a little sterner then she would have
liked under the circumstances.  "The boutonniere is not for you.  It's for
a boy named Johnny Timbold."

	"Oh, so I take it that our daughter is coming home from college for
the weekend?"

	"No.  Stacey's staying on campus both this weekend and next.  She
says that she has a lot of cramming to do for finals."

	"So, why do we have Johnny Timbold's boutonniere?"

	Placing the tips of the index and middle fingers of her right hand
on the becoming crystal pendent that dangled from a silver chain encircling
her neck, Gale timidly began her explanation.  She started off by informing
Dennis that her sister Linda had called all upset that morning.  It seemed
that misfortune had befallen her sister-in-law's stepson, Johnny, or rather
Johnny's prom date, Heather.  The poor girl had been a passenger in a car
that had been blindsided by a drunk driver late Thursday evening. She was
still hospitalized but her prognosis was good.  Needless to say she would
not be attending the prom with Johnny.

	What it boiled down to was Johnny needed a date.  The problem was
where to find one on such short notice.

	It was at that point in Gale's explanation that Dennis took note of
the crystal pendent that hung about his wife's neck.  He had not seen it
for almost twenty years but he knew all too well what that pendent
portended.  "Gale!" he vehemently protested.  "You couldn't!  You wouldn't!
Please!" he pleaded.  "You know how I feel about this!  Besides, you
promised me that you'd never do that to me again."

	"I know and I'm sorry.  I promise that I'll do everything I can to
make this up to you," Gale's heart went out to her husband.  "Besides, you
know I wouldn't ask you to do this if it weren't important.  But it is
important.  It's this boy's senior prom.  He didn't get go to his junior
prom because he had pneumonia and his mom told my sister that he's really
upset about not being able to take a date to his senior prom."

	Dennis could feel his body begin to tingle which signified the
beginning of his transformation into an anatomically correct member of the
opposite sex.  He resignedly replied, "So I take it that you volunteered me
to be this boy's date?"

	"Yes.  I'm sorry, dear.  But it's all I could come up with on such
short notice."

	Aware that he had no say in the matter whatsoever and knowing that
it was the right thing to do, Dennis heaved a sighed. "So what do you
suggest I wear.  I mean, where are we going to come up with a gown and all
the other crap I'm going to need?"

	"That's not going to be a problem.  You'll simply wear the gown
that Stacey wore to her senior prom last year.  After I got back from the
bank with my grandmother's pendent I checked in Stacey's room and
everything you're going to need is there: gown, shoes, jewelry, purse,
makeup, the works!"

	Dennis was fully aware that he was beginning to lose both body mass
and stature while his chest was beginning to pulsate outwards, gradually
forming into the nubbins of a girl's early adolescence. Dennis thought it
prudent to inquire, "But what about a bra?  If I remember right, the gown
Stacey's wore was strapless."

	"Not to worry dear, I stopped off at a Victoria's Secret on the way
home from the bank and picked you up one for tonight, along with panties
and a pair of sheer pantyhose.  Now, given how baggy your clothes are
starting to get, I think it might for the best if you slip out of them and
while you're doing that, I'll go get you my bathrobe.  After that I'll fix
you something to eat because, given the time constraints, Johnny won't be
able to take you out for dinner before the prom.  However, as I understand
it, he's going to taking you someplace nice to eat afterwards.  Oh, and
while I'm thinking about it, I believe that the two of you are supposed to
be going to an after-prom party or two once you leave the restaurant.  So,
in that advent, I took it up myself to pack one of our overnight bags with
a pair of Stacey's jeans and a casual top."

	As preoccupied as he was with the all the changes his body was
undergoing, Dennis only heard about half of what his wife was trying to
impart.


+ + +


	When Gale was fifteen her grandmother, aware that she only had a
few weeks of life left in her, called her granddaughter to her bedside and
gave Gale the crystal pendent.  Calling the pendent her 'Husband Trainer',
the elderly woman instructed Gale in its use.  She taught Gale how to
invoke the pendant's magical potential in order to change a targeted male
into a fully functional female.  She also instructed Gale in the various
intricacies and inflexions that would allow her granddaughter to
predetermine not only the disposition of the targeted individual's feminine
physicality, but also much of the individual's mental makeup as well.

	Cajoled by her sister Linda to do so, Gale had experimented with
the pendant several times during her teenage years.  The first time she
changed a boy that she was babysitting into a girl just to see if the
pendant really worked.  She threatened to make the change a permanent one
if the brat ever told a soul about what she had done to him.  Several
months after that, again on the urgings of her sister, Gale turned the boy
who lived a couple doors down from them into a girl just for the fun of it.
Several hours later, employing the very same threat that she had used on
the kid she had baby sat, Gale turned her childhood playmate back into a
guy again.

	There were several other occasions that Gale invoked the pendant's
powers prior to her marriage to Dennis.  However, there was one notable
one.  On that occasion, Gale did it to punish the perverted bastard who was
giving her sister a hard way to go.  Though she never said anything to
anyone other then her sister, Linda had come close to being the victim of a
date rape.  Gale, upon learning of the incident, took justice into her own
hands by turning the slimy ill-mannered bastard into a first class slut.
Then, in an effort to add insult to injury, Gale fixed his wagon good by
saddling her creation with a heavy handed compulsion to suck cock.
However, she left the rest of the SOB's mind as manly attuned as it was
prior to his becoming a bitch in a state of perpetual heat.


+ + +


	Since they had slept together on numerous occasions prior to
getting married, Gale was aware that Dennis was well above average as far
as lovers go.  In her estimation he fell just short of being a truly great
lover.  However when it came to foreplay, Dennis had a tendency to be a
little on the stingy side.  Added to that Dennis had absolutely no clue at
all when it came to the soothing art of post-orgasmic cuddling.  More times
than not, having climaxed he would drift off to sleep, leaving a needy and
disgruntled Gale to fend for herself.

	However, unlike most women, Gale had a means at hand to turn her
husband into a great lover.  She had her grandmother's 'Husband Trainer'.
Though she ran the risk of royally pissing her husband off by temporarily
turning him into a woman, the experience would allow her to perform a hands
on demonstration of how he should go about making love to her.  After
careful consideration Gale thought the risk was well worth taking.

	She had it all planned out.  Having taken off half day from work,
Gale arrived at their apartment shortly after one.  Stripping the bed, she
remade it with a brand new set of satin sheets that she had recently
purchased as a means to heighten the experience of her husband's seduction.
Next she placed several candles around the room that she would use later to
set the mood.  Finally she placed a bottle of champagne in the refrigerator
to chill.  Once everything was ready, it was off to the bathroom where she
indulged herself by taking a long and luxurious bubble bath.

	Knowing that her husband would be arriving home in a little under
an hour, Gale donned a new tease-to-please dress and a pair of the high
heels that her husband so loved to see her wearing.  One glance in the
mirror was all Gale needed to confirm that she looked good enough to eat,
with her hope being that Dennis would take the hint - not that he really
needed one.

	Having craftily spun her web of seduction and wearing her
grandmother's pendant, Gale greeted that new husband of hers at the door of
their apartment.  As she did so, she proceeded to inform him that over any
objection he might make he was taking her out to dinner.  Dennis, seeing
how fantastic Gale looked, was more then happy to oblige.  After dinner the
newlyweds headed back to their apartment, both primed and ready to appease
the lust that seethed impatiently within each of them.

	Ironically, Dennis was at the top of his game.  Taking his time, he
skillfully kissed, caressed, twiddled, tweak and licked Gale into a state
of pre-orgasmic frenzy the like she had never before experience.  Unable to
cope with the every increasing amounts of pleasure that her husband was
engendering within her, Gale knew that she was rushing headlong towards
orgasm.  She desperately wished to feel her husband's manhood nestles
snugly up inside of her and vigorously and voraciously entreated him to
enter her.  Dennis, primed and ready as he was, was more than happy to
comply with his wife's wishes.

	While they did not experience simultaneous orgasms, they came damn
close.  Gale climaxed only moments before Dennis followed suit.

	Though Gale had half a mind to not follow through with the rest of
her plan, with a silent prayer to God that she was doing the right thing,
she invoked the pendant's powers.  Then in an all out effort to distract
her husband from the massive physical changes that his body would shortly
be undergoing, Gale, employed the fingers of her right hand and began to
tenderly caress the inner run of her husband's thigh.  As she did so, in an
effort to open a second front with the hope of further distracting Dennis
from what would soon be occurring, Gale lowered her lips to her husband's
right teat.  With her lips so positioned, she began to gently suckle on her
husband's underdeveloped male nipple, interspersing a protracted tongue
swirl every now and again just to keep things interesting.

	Several minutes later, even as Gale began to feel the rhythmic
pulsations that were a clear indication that her husband's chest was
beginning to protrude outwards, Dennis moaned, "Damn my nipples are really
sensitive tonight!  I don't know what you're doing different, but whatever
it is, it sure feels good!"

	While the last thing Gale wanted to do was to draw attention to the
changes her husband was undergoing, she felt the pressing need to appease
her curiosity.  Gradually Gale swirled her fingers along Dennis' inner
thigh, inching ever closer towards his groin.  As expected, when Gale
cradled his flaccid penis she judged it to be half its original size and
quite possibly even a bit smaller.  However, when she came in contact with
her husband's dwindling member, he flinched, startling the shit out of her
in the process.

	"Did I hurt you?" she reflexively asked.

	Still feeling the sensual repercussions from the contact that his
wife had made when she cupped his genitals, Dennis whimpered, sounding much
as his wife had sounded earlier when his finger had initially brushed
across the crown of her clit.  "Holy shit!" he squealed in a most unmanly
like fashion.  "I can't believe how good that feels!"

	Knowing that she was taking a calculated risk, Gale repositioned
herself, as she adroitly lower herself into the splay of her husband's
legs.  So positioned, Gale began to perform the selfless act of fellatio.
Though she had veered from her game plan, it worked.  Dennis was far too
caught up in the heat of the moment to give any thought to the physical
changes occurring throughout his body.  The incalculable amounts of sheer
unadulterated pleasure that Gale engendered within her husband bordered on
the excruciating.  Dennis bucked.  His widening hips shimmed.  That taut
and ever so trim tummy of his undulated in spasmodic counterpoint to Gale's
tongue swipes.  His rapidly developing feminine form writhed under her
touch.

	Unable to contain himself Dennis screamed, totally oblivious to the
fact that his voice had begun to resonate with the telltale timbre of a
woman engulfed in the throws of primordial passion.

	All of a sudden, Gale realized that she was no longer performing
felatio on the man she loved, but was now engaged in the act of cunnilingus
with a woman who had been her husband but a moment before.  Dennis no
longer sported a penis.  She now had a clitoris, albeit an extremely large
and protruding one.  But that was no concern to Gale.  Even as her tongue
swished across and around Dennis' clitoris, it steadily receded into the
love-juice slick swath of that exquisitely sculptured new vulva of hers.
Dennis had become a woman; a woman rushing headlong towards the event
horizon of her first clitoral induced orgasm.

	Strangely enough, Gale was not phased one bit by the notion that
her tongue was inserted in another woman's pussy.  In her own mind she was
not eating out another woman.  Rather, she was eating out her husband.
Gale refused to allow the fact that Dennis just happened to be a fully
functional woman at that moment dissuade her one iota.  Granted, she was
employing a rather liberal interpretation of the precepts of situational
ethics in order to perform what she would otherwise classify as a blatant
act of lesbian lovemaking.  She knew in her heart of hearts that she was
definitely not a lesbian.  She was not attracted to other women.  However,
under the rather bizarre circumstances in which she was operating, as Gale
saw it, all she was doing was being a good wife and servicing her husband's
carnal needs, regardless of the fact that those needs were now clearly
female in nature.

	With a last flick of her tongue, Gale induced the first of a long
string of orgasms that gushed, rippled and cavorted within her husband's
new feminine physique.

	A minute or so later and still unaware of the fact that she was now
a woman, an extremely tuckered out Dennis weakly managed, "Oh my God, Gale!
That was fantastic!  I don't know how you did it, but whatever you did felt
absolutely wonderful.  I mean, if I didn't know better, I would have
thought I was a woman given the way those orgasms just kept coming and
coming and coming.  I mean, I know it's an urban myth, but I've never known
a man who claimed to be multi-orgasmic.  Not like that."

	"Dennis," Gale, knowing that it was time for her to come clean,
timidly intoned, "I hate to burst your bubble, but I'm afraid that for the
here and now of it, you're not a man.  You're a woman, at least in a
physical sense."

	"Yeah, right!" Dennis chuckled at the utter absurdity of her wife's
assertion.  However, Dennis was brought up short when those new boobs of
hers began to independently sway back and forth as a direct result of her
attempting to reposition herself.  "What the fuck!" a severely distraught
Dennis frantically clamored as her hands reflexively cradled the underside
of those new conical endowments of hers.  "I've got tits!"  Then, in a
follow up move, Dennis dreading what she might find, spasmodically shot her
right hand down to grope herself.  "Oh my God, Gale!  My dick's gone!  And
what I've got down there sure the hell feels a whole lot like a woman's
vagina to me.  What the hell's going on here, Gale?  Unless I'm sadly
mistaken, guys just don't all of a sudden up and turn into girls!" Shocked
pause was followed by, "Do they?"

	"No, Dennis, they don't.  Look dear, the reason you're a girl right
now is because I turned you into one."

	"What?" a thoroughly discombobulated Dennis shrieked in utter
disbelief.  "That's crazy!  There's no way you could have done this to me!"

	"Well, given that you're a girl now, I'd say that's pretty much a
mute point."

	Needless to say when Gale final managed to convince her husband
that she was responsible for her spouse's present condition, the proverbial
shit hit the fan.  Even though Gale assured her husband that her magically
imposed femininity was only a temporary condition and that it could easily
be reversed, Dennis lambasted her, up one side and down the other.  Dennis'
ire was fueled by a sense of righteous indignation.  She repeatedly
castigated her wife, asking Gale over and over and over again to explain
what had possessed her to do something so reprehensible, so repugnant to
someone she claimed to love more than life itself.

	Though Dennis was not the least little bit receptive, at least
initially, Gale calmly and succinctly explained what had motivated her to
pull a sexual switcheroo on her husband.  In doing so, she made sure to
emphasize the fact that she really did love Dennis and she repeatedly asked
to be forgiven for the liberties she had taken with her husband's sexual
affiliation.

	Oddly enough, Dennis' rage fizzled when she got a good look at her
new self in the full-length mirror doors of their bedroom's closet.  "Oh my
God, Gale!  This is incredible!  I'm gorgeous! Absolutely gorgeous!  Damn!
As crazy as this might sound, I'm actually starting to turn myself on!  I
mean to tell you, I'm one sexy assed bitch if ever there was one!  I've got
a great body, fantastic face with the prettiest blue eyes I have ever seen,
save for maybe yours.  Plus, you've turned me into a blonde.  So, I guess
that makes me a blonde bombshell..."

	Seeking reassurance, Gale asked the question that was uppermost in
her mind, "So I take it that you're not mad with me anymore?"

	"Mad?  Well..." Dennis let it hang for a moment.  "No, just as long
as I have your assurance that I'm not going to be stuck like this for the
rest of my life.  However, I've got'ta to tell you that I'm still a little
miffed.  But then again, I have to admit that you came up with not only a
novel way to camouflage the fact that you were turning me into such a
scrumptious piece of eye-candy, but also a most enjoyable one as well.  As
much as I would like to deny it, I have a confession to make.  I absolutely
loved it when I climaxed as a woman."

	"Oh!" Gale smirked.  "So I take it that you enjoyed all those
orgasms you had."

	Admitting that her wife's assertion was right on the mark, Dennis,
who was still admiring herself in the mirror, girlishly tittered, "I loved
them!  I absolutely loved them!"

	"Do you think that there's a chance that you might like to
experience what it's like to be multi-orgasmic one more time before I
change you back into your old self again?"

	"Yeah..." Dennis replied thoughtfully.  "Sure...  Why not...  I
mean, according to what you said about how you turned me into a woman in
order to give me a hands on demonstration of how you would like me to go
about making love to you, I think a second go-around might be in order.
Besides, I don't know about you, but I'm nowhere near ready to call it a
night.  And since we have nothing better to do, I'm up for it if you are."

	Needless to say that Gale was up for it.

	Utilizing all those new erogenous zones that populated her
husband's curvaceous body, Gale worked Dennis into a sexual frenzy to end
all sexual frenzies.  Succinctly put, Gale's deft handed and talented
tongue administrations turned her husband into a first class pillow eater.
Dennis whimpered.  She groaned.  She screamed and cried as Gale skillfully
ravaged her.

	"Gale!" Dennis breathlessly managed to intone early on in the
proceedings.  "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"

	"Actually, Denise, I do."

	"Did I hear you right?  Did you just call me, Denise?"

	"Do you have a problem with that?"

	"No...  Denise is fine by me.  In fact, right now I feel like a
Denise, you know, rather than a Dennis..."


+ + +


	Though Gale had said that she would change her husband back
immediately following Denise's second orgasmic interlude as a bona fide
member of the fairer sex, as it turned out Gale and Denise spent the better
part of the night engaging in lesbian-couched sex.  That is to say that
they seesawed back and forth, with each one of them taking their turn in
the proverbial drivers seat as they artfully and lovingly addressed one
another's carnal needs.

	To Denise's way of thinking her wife was a phenomenal intructress
who continually kept her husband sexually off-balance as she seamlessly
leapfrogged from one or more of Denise's super-sensitized erogenous zones
to another.  For her part, Denise proved to be a very adept and eager pupil
for she quickly put into practice everything she was learning.  Gale, for
her part, felt fully vindicated for what she done.  In the space of a few
hours, Denise had gone from being a good lover to being a truly great
lover.  As one might expect, Gale was thoroughly pleased with the outcome.

	Oddly enough, Gale did not change her husband back into a man again
during the course of the night.  As tuckered out as they both were from
their reciprocal love-masking sessions, Gale and Denise fell asleep wrapped
in the cozy embrace of one another's arms even as the rosy glow of a new
day's dawn began to steadily creep into the eastern horizon.

	Denise was the first to awaken shortly after noon on Saturday.
Wishing to once again experience sex as a woman, she decided that the best
thing she could do under the circumstances was to take it upon herself to
prime the pump.  Bending her head, Denise lowered those luscious lips of
hers to the areola surmounting her wife's left breast.  Starting with a
tongue swirl to kick things off, she began to gently suckle.  As she did
so, Denise gingerly extended her left hand downwards in order to direct
those wickedly manicured nails of hers to trace idyllic swirls along the
inner run of her wife's thigh.

	Gently eased from her slumbers in such a loving manner, Gale
gleefully cooed, "So I take it that you're in no hurry for me to change you
back?"

	To which Denise coyly replied, "Well, I was kind of hoping that we
could do it just one more time..."

	One more time became three more times and there might well had been
a fourth go around were it not for the fact that Gale's parents were coming
over for dinner.  That night however, shortly after Gale's parents were on
their way, the newlyweds retired to their bedroom where Dennis demonstrated
a mastery of the various lovemaking techniques he had been made privy to
the night before.  Gale jokingly gave him an A for effort and an A+ for
overall proficiency and performance.  However, she only gave him a B for
his after orgasm intimacy, teasingly suggesting as she did so that he
needed a little work in that area to bring him up to snuff.  Pretending to
be a little put out by her remarks, Dennis demanded that Gale demonstrate
how he could go about improving his grade.

	"Dennis, is that your way of suggesting that I turn you back into a
woman?"

	"Well..." he replied thoughtfully, "If that's what it's going to
take, then I guess that's what you'll have to do."

	In the wee hours of Sunday morning, having played several games of
sexual tit-for-tat already that night, Gale wearily sighed, "I think I may
have created a monster; a perverted, sex-crazed, nymphed-out, lesbian
monster.  I mean, you really seem to be enjoying the sexual aspects of
being a girl."

	"Yeah..." Denise calmly replied.  "I guess I am at that.  But I
would ascribe that to the novelty of the whole thing.  Trust me.  There's
absolutely nothing to be concerned about.  There's no way I could ever hack
being a girl even on a part time basis.  You see, I happen to like being a
guy and doing the things that guys do.  More to the point, I'd much rather
be your male husband than your female lesbian lover-girl, you know, because
I love you."

	"I love you too." Gale said as she moved in and kissed Denise full
on the lips.

	"And what, may I ask, was that for?"

	"To prove that male or female, I love you and I always will.
However, a word to the wise: If I ever catch you cheating on me, you will
be wearing bras and panties for a very, very long time.  In fact, I might
even have to order one of those skimpy French maid outfits complete with
high heels and fishnet stocking for you to wear around the house when
you're doing the housework that'll also be part of your penance."

	Aware that her wife was just teasing her, Denise chuckled as she
giddily exclaimed, "Perish the thought!  But you know something, given this
built-like-a-brick-shithouse-body that you've fitted me out with, I'd look
sensational decked out in an outfit like that."

	"That's true," Gale concurred.  "You would at that.  Hey, you know
what?  That gives me an idea.  What'da ya say that when we wake up later
this morning, we get dressed and go out for breakfast?"

	Denise sought clarification, "You mean, while I'm still a girl?"

	"Yes.  Granted the bra might be a little tight, but other than
that, the way I designed that body of yours, the rest of my clothes should
fit you just fine.  Oh, and after breakfast, the stores at the mall should
be opened.  So, what we'll do is stop by there on our way home and pick you
up a bra or two in the off-chance you might want to try the girl-thing
again one of these days."

	"Gale!" a badly shaken Denise abruptly interjected.  "I don't mean
to burst your bubble, but you can forget it.  Sex as a woman is one thing.
But know this: I'm not about to dress up in girl's clothing.  Not now!  Not
ever!  And as for me ever going out of this apartment as a woman,
understand that it ain't never going to happen."


+ + +


	As adamant as Dennis had been that Sunday morning about the
clothing issue, his 'never' only lasted for a couple of weeks.

	Haunted as he was by the memory of those multiple orgasms he had so
thoroughly enjoyed as a woman, Dennis was chomping at the bit to do another
stint as a female.  Though he could think of little else, he somehow
managed to refrain from asking his wife to turn him into her lesbian lover
throughout the entire workweek following his initial forays into the realm
of the feminine mystique.  The following Friday, having just made love to
his wife, Dennis found that he could restrain himself no longer and so
prevailed upon his wife to turn him into Denise once again.  Gale, for her
part, was more than happy to oblige.  Understandably, it was another night
in which the couple did not get a whole lot of sleep.  Saturday evening was
a repeat of Friday.  As soon as Gale made it known that her requisite
after-sex cuddle time had been adequately satisfied, Dennis asked to be
turned into a woman once again.  The week following that, Dennis made it
all the way to Wednesday before he gave into his desires that in turn
prompted him to ask Gale to invoke her grandmother's pendant and there by
trigger the transformation that would change him into his feminine alter
ego.

	As the weeks went by Dennis began spending more and time as Denise.
Oddly enough Gale did not seem to mind it one bit, nor was she in any way
threatened by her husband's ongoing proclivity to experience sex as a
female.  In fact she actually encouraged it to the point where she taught
Dennis how to invoke the pendant's magical potential on his own.  She
actual went a step further by hanging the crystal pendant from a small
brass nail that she had taken it upon herself to hammer into the central
most portion of the headboard of their bed.

	The overriding factor was that Gale wanted Dennis to be happy and
if lesbian sex made him happy, that was perfectly fine with her.  For one
thing, spending time as a member of the opposite sex kept her husband home
nights instead of out carousing with a bunch of his no-account
beer-guzzling buddies.  Gale saw that as a blessing in and of itself.  And
for another thing, it was the ideal birth control method.  No sperm
transfer equated to no pregnancy, which in turn equated to no unplanned
babies.  Both Gale and Dennis wanted to be in a house of their own before
they started a family.  A steady diet of lesbian sex would help to insure
that they didn't start cranking out babies before they were in a financial
position to do so.

	Besides, Gale knew that men needed hobbies and what better hobby to
have than one that she could enjoy right along with her husband.  Having
accepted the fact that she was a bisexual, Gale realized that she had
created the perfect win-win situation for herself.  Her husband and her
lesbian lover just happened to be one and the same person and that was
perfectly okay with her.

	The only thing that really bothered Gale was her husband's
continuing refusal to wear feminine apparel when lounging around their
apartment as a woman.  More times than not Denise elected to go naked.  And
on those rare occasions when she did put something on to conceal her
nakedness, it was either her ratty shaving gel stained bathrobe or a pair
of bagged sweats.  Neither of which was attractive by any stretch of the
imagination.

	Fed up by her husband's continued reluctance to wear women's
clothing, Gale forced the issue by hiding her grandmother's pendant and
threatening to keep it hidden until Dennis relented and started wearing
feminine apparel around their apartment.  Gale's threat did the trick.
Though she was not the least bit happy about being pressured into it, that
very night Denise spent the better part of the evening resplendent in a
flirtatiously sexy outfit that left little to the imagination.  In fact, it
was one of the several tease-to-please outfits that Gale had worn during
their honeymoon.  Needless to say, Denise looked ravishing in the outfit,
so ravishing in fact that it pretty much convinced her that wearing women's
apparel was not an affront to her male ego nearly as much as she had
presumed it would be.

	That was one problem taken care of.  The next problem Gale faced
was to somehow cajole her husband into venturing out of their apartment in
the guise of his feminine alter ego.  She did that by simply laying down
the law, stating rather emphatically that she would withhold sex until
Dennis got past those silly inhibitions of his.  No one would ever be the
wiser.  Everyone, Gale repeatedly told her husband, would accord Denise as
the woman she appeared to be.

	A squeamish Dennis grudgingly relented.  And though he did, he only
did so on two conditions.  First, his first few forays out in public as a
woman would be short ones.  For example, he suggested that Denise's initial
outing be nothing more than a trip to the local grocery store.  Dennis'
second condition revolved around attire.  He made it plane that he was not
about to wear anything that might draw attention to his feminine alter ego.
Aware that she was making progress, Gale readily agreed to her husband's
terms.

	It took somewhere in the neighborhood of a month to a month and a
half before Dennis really felt comfortable functioning out in the public
eye as a woman.  However, when Denise did reach that comfort level where
she was no longer worried about what other people might think of her, she
figured, 'What the hell!  You've got it so you might as well just go ahead
and flaunt it.'  That being the case, her choice of attire went from down
right dowdy to stylishly suggestive almost over night.  Oddly enough, Gale
wholeheartedly approved.

	As time went on, Dennis began to spend even more of his time away
from the job as Denise.  Three nights a week became four and then five.
Having checked with Gale to make sure she was okay with it, Dennis, having
freely admitted that he was addicted to spending time as a woman, began
spending the better part of his weekends femmed out to the max as well.
The two of them even began to explore the possibilities of Dennis becoming
a woman on a full time bases.  As long as they remained together, Gale was
not averse to the idea.

	Then something happened that tabled those exploratory discussions
of theirs.  Gale discovered that she was pregnant.  Dennis, aware that he
was going to be a father before the year was out began to re-think the
situation.  As wonderful as being a part-time woman was, after a lot of
soul searching, Dennis realized that being a full-time father was what he
believed God had intended for him to do.  Having made the decision to
forego ever being a woman again.  On the day that their daughter Stacey was
born and once he was assured by the hospital staff that his wife and baby
were doing just fine, Dennis drove to their bank right from the hospital.
There, he purchased a safety deposit box in which he placed Gale's magical
pendant.  That evening when he returned to the hospital, Dennis informed
Gale of what he had done and presented her with the key to the safety
deposit.  Aware of the sacrifice her husband was making for her and their
child, Gale loved him all the more for it.

	Though Dennis did miss those feminine sojourns of his, he never
once regretted his decision.  He knew it had been the right thing to do.


+ + +


	As a slightly perturbed and barely recognizable Dennis sat at the
dining room table eating a grilled cheese sandwich that Gale had hastily
fixed for him and wearing only her satin bathrobe to cover his nakedness,
he groused, "So, I guess this is going to be my good deed for the day."

	Gale chuckled at her husband's feeble attempted at levity.
"Actually, I'd say that this is going to be your good deed for this year
and then some.  You do know that I really appreciate the fact that you're
not mad at me for volunteering you to fill-in like this?"

	"Well..." Dennis sighed as he looked down at his infant-sized
pecker.  "Seeing that you really didn't give me a lot of choice in the
matter, I think I'm being a pretty good sport about it."

	"Yes.  Yes, you are.  You're being a very good sport..."

	Dennis spent a few minutes watching his penis withdraw into the
multiple lip-folds of what was quickly becoming her vulva.  Once complete,
Denise cooed ever so sensually with her new honey sweet voice, "Do you have
any idea how horny I am right now?"

	"No," Gale replied as she cleaned away her husband's plate.  "But I
can guess.  Now young lady, since we haven't got a lot of time, I suggest
you go take a quick shower."  Then as an afterthought Gale called out to
the receding figure of her sixteen-year-old sexpot of a husband, "Oh, be
sure to wear a shower cap.  And you needn't worry about messing up your
hair.  I'll take care of that for you.  I'll simply use the pendant's magic
to do it up all nice and pretty afterwards..."

	It was a quarter to seven when Gale finally finished applying the
finishing touches to her husband's makeup.  "Well, that takes care of that
and I must say that you look fantastic.  Come on," she urged.  "You really
need to take a good look at yourself in the mirror."

	Denise did and was flabbergasted when she beheld herself in the
mirror.  "Oh, my God!  You're right!  I'm beautiful!"

	"Yes... Yes, you are...."  Gale mused thoughtfully.  "Actually, as
good as our daughter looked in that gown, I have to say that it looks even
better on you."

"I just hope I don't break my friggin' neck trying to maneuver around in
these heels."

	"Trust me.  You won't.  It make take you a little while to get use
to wearing heels again, but given that you use to wear them all the time, I
think that you'll get the hang of them soon enough"

	"True.  But, do you know how long ago that was?"

	Gale didn't get to answer due to the fact that their doorbell rang
just then.

	"I'll bet you that's them," Gale said as she headed off to answer
the door.


+ + +


	Gale graciously invited Johnny Timbold into their home.  He was
looking rather spiffy in his rented tuxedo accompanied by his camera
totting mother, Bonny Timbold, and her own sister Linda, Bonny's
sister-in-law.  They sat in the living room.  "Denise!" she called up the
stairs.  "Your date's here."

	Denise, looking like some fairy princess, dolled-up as she was,
gracefully descended the stairs.  Introductions followed and then, prompted
by Johnny's mother to do so, the two teenagers exchanged floral
arrangements while Gale, Bonny and Linda got busy snapping pictures of the
young couple.  Needless to say that even though Denise was having serious
second thoughts about what she had gotten herself into, she put a smile on
that pretty face hers and went through the motions of appearing to enjoy
herself.

	The stretch limo that Johnny Timbold had gone in on with several of
his classmates came by to collect the prom-bound couple shortly after
seven-thirty.  Understandably, though she worked hard not show it, Denise
felt extremely ill at ease and out of place in the company of so many
teenagers.  Having had a good relationship with her own daughter, a
daughter who was only a year or two older then most of her presents
companions, Denise had a degree of insight into both the interests and
jargon of her teenage companions.  And though she did, Denise still found
it hard trying to keep up with the various conversations that were
occurring all throughout their ride.

	Shortly after climbing into the limo, Denise learned that her date
preferred John over Johnny.  In fact he informed her in no uncertain terms
that only his mother still called him Johnny.  She also learned that he was
both an athlete and a fairly good student with a 3.3 grade point average.
She also discovered that her date was going to be going to Bradley the
following fall, which was ironic because it was the very same small college
that Stacey was attending.

	Though she managed to learn a lot about her date during the ride,
he was not forthcoming with the information.  Denise practically had to
drag it out of him, making their sporadic conversation something akin to an
interrogation.  Wondering what the trouble was, it finally dawned on
Denise.  Given how fantastic and downright sexy she looked resplendent in
her daughter's ever-so-flattering gown she probably intimidated him.
Knowing that the evening would not only be a bust but an untenably long one
if she did not find someway to get past her date's apparent shyness, Denise
did something impulsive, something that surprised even her.  She reached
over and enfolded John's hand in hers.  As she did so, Denise leaned in
close so that no one else in the limo would hear what she had to
say. "John, I'm really sorry to hear about your girlfriend's accident."

	Upon hearing Denise say that, John thought it behooved him to set
the record straight. "Actual she's more of a friend than a girlfriend.
That's to say that while we went out together every once in awhile, we
weren't actually dating.  She was just going with me so that I would have
somebody to go with, you know, so I wouldn't miss out on my senior prom."

	"Oh..." Denise did not at first know how to deal with that
information.  So, unable to think of anything to say, she did the first
thing that came to mind.  Acting on impulse, she leaned in closer and
kissed him full on the lips.  It was not a passionate kiss, per se.  Nor,
was it a quick friendly peck.  However, it was a nice kiss, filled with the
promise of endless possibilities.

	Shocked by what she had just done, Denise put the question to
herself, 'Whatever possessed me to do something like that?'  However, as
taken aback by her impulsive action as her date was, Denise, unable to come
up with a suitable explanation for what she had just done, lamely
stammered, "Look, John, I know this is a little awkward for the both of us.
But, you seem like a really nice guy and since we're going to be spending
most of the night together, how 'bout we try to enjoy ourselves?  I mean,
I'm willing if you are..."

	The kiss, coupled with Denise's little ad hoc speech, seemed to
break the ice.  Though it took a little more prodding on Denise's part, by
the time the limo dropped the whole group of them off at the hall where the
prom was being held, John had loosened up to the point that he was
initiating the hand holding rather than Denise.

In a convoluted way, the whole hand holding business was really freaking
Denise out.  It was weird, but Denise thought she was going to have an
ongoing problem with such physical contact as hand holding, slow dancing
and the like.  As it worked out she found that she rather liked having her
hand held.  'What's going on here?  I might be a girl on the outside, but
I'll be damned if I'm not still all guy on the inside!  And a heterosexual
guy at that!  I should be creeped-out right now.  But, I'm not and that
concerns me...'


+ + +


	What Denise did not know was that as soon as she climbed into the
limo, Gale had used her grandmother's pendant to finagle with her husband's
thoroughly entrenched heterosexual male mind-set.  Aware that she was
asking a lot of her husband, Gale wanted to ensure that it was an enjoyable
evening, not only for her sister's nephew's sake, but also for her
husband's.  In order to accomplish that, Denise's psyche had to become a
whole lot more femininely attuned than it had ever been before.  Added to
that, Gale also realized that it would be a lot easier for her husband to
fit in if Denise began to think and, to a degree, behave like a normal
teenage girl.  Then, in an after thought, Gale saddled her husband with a
subliminal desire that would have that bogus daughter of hers out on the
dance floor for a good portion of the evening.

+ + +


	"Come on, John," Denise imploringly cooed as she took her escort's
hand and with a gentle tug, began to lead him onto the dance floor.  "I
want to dance."

	As much as she liked gyrating to the faster tunes, Denise found
that she enjoyed the slow ones even better.  Though it both shocked and
amazed her, Denise found that she liked the sexual tension that being held
in such an intimate embrace engendered.  She thought she should feel
put-off and alarmed when she became aware of the rather substantial
vertical bulge that had taken shape in John's pants, signifying that she
was having a positive effect on her date's libido.  Yet Denise was anything
but upset.  The truth was she was not only flattered, but just knowing that
she was having such an effect on John was starting to get her own juices
flowing.

	Realizing that her tits were becoming rock hard, Denise's mind
reeled, 'What the hell's going on here?  This isn't supposed to be
happening!'  Then, in a knee-jerk reaction born out of her emotional
uncertainty, Denise pulled her head back.  However in doing so, she took
note of the desire that was clearly conveyed in the imploring cast of her
date's eyes and her heart went out to him.  Before any thought as to what
she was doing, Denise, spurred on by her own emotional needs, hauled off
and kissed John passionately on the lips.  John, being no fool, seized on
the opportunity and kissed her back.  Euphorically, Denise soared on the
sexual excitement that coursed and cavorted within her.  She responded by
spreading her lips in an open invitation for John's tongue to enter her
mouth.  Denise felt herself melt into this warm and wonderful young man.

	It took a few minutes to recover.  Saying that she would be right
back, Denise excused herself and headed off in the direction of the little
girls' room.  Entering the ladies restroom, she opened her purse and
withdrew from it her cellphone and dialed home.  "Gale, what the hell's
going on?  What in the world did you do to me?  Why am I not upset about
John kissing me?  I mean, as crazy as it sounds, I find that I really like
it when he kisses me.  It turns me on.  In fact, I'm so horny right now it
isn't funny..."

	Even as Gale explained what she had done and why she had done it,
she was in the process of accessing the pendant's magic potential to
further tweak Denise's psyche, in effect turning her husband into a
well-developed sixteen-year-old girl in almost every respect.  By doing so,
Gale hoped to negate any negative influence that the lingering remnants of
her husband's male libido might impose.

	Perplexed and feeling as though she had just been making a mountain
out of a molehill, Denise hung up the phone and hurriedly scampered back to
table where John sat impatiently awaiting her return.  "Is anything wrong?"
he felt compelled to ask.

	"No..." Denise said as she sat down in the seat next to John and
snuggled up against him.  "In fact, everything's fine.  The only thing that
I can think of that would make it better would be if you quit asking stupid
question and just kiss me."

	John eagerly complied with Denise's request.

+ + +


	Much to Denise's dismay, the prom drew to its conclusion.  However,
her night with John Timbold was far from over.  As soon as the whole group
was piled into the stretch limo that awaited them, Denise and her date did
not waste any of the precious time allotted them.  Aware of what they both
wanted, they began making-out as the soon as their chauffer turned the
engine over.  They continued necking right up until they arrived at the
up-scale restaurant.  After a wonderful 5-course dinner, they all loaded
back into the limo and headed for the first of two after-prom parties they
were scheduled to attend.  Starting right where they had left off, John and
Denise were pretty much oblivious to everything else that was occurring
during the drive to the party.  The two of them changed into less formal
attire before entering the large basement club where the party was being
held.  Owing to the fact that another couple had already laid claim to the
sofa, John and Denise commandeered the loveseat.  Within minutes the two of
them were once again totally absorbed with one another.  Needless to say,
John, who had fallen in love-lust with Denise, felt as if he had died and
gone to Heaven.  Denise, for her part, was not far behind and playing a
fairly fast game of catch-up.  She felt an attachment growing that made her
feel warm and protected in a way she never felt before.

	On the short ride over to the house where the second party was
being held, John felt compelled to ask, "Denise, are you going out with
anyone special right now?"

	"No, not really..." Denise was noticeably uncomfortable with the
direction their conversation was taking.

	"Well..." John was having a hard time putting into words what he
wanted to say.  "Since you're not going with anyone in particular right
now, I was kind of wondering if you might like to go out with me?"

	Without thinking of the consequences of what she was saying and
soaring on an emotional high as she was, an extremely hot and bothered
Denise impulsively replied, "If you're asking me if I'd like to go out with
you, the answer is yes.  I would love to go out with you."

	Several minutes later the implications of what she had just agreed
to hit Denise like a proverbial ton of bricks.  'Oh, shit!  Me and my big
mouth!  What the hell have I gotten myself into?  More to the point, what's
my wife going to say when she hears that I agreed to go steady with an
eighteen-year-old boy?  After she finishes laughing her ass off, she'll
probably lambaste me up one side and down the other...'

	Then, in the midst of castigating herself for the idiotic mistake
she had made in agreeing to becoming John Timbold's girlfriend, it dawn on
Denise that she was not at fault.  Rather, it was her wife who was at
fault.  If Gale had not meddled with Denise's psyche the way she had,
Denise would never have been in the emotional state of a sex-crazed teenage
nymphomaniac in heat.  And since Gale's interference, as well intended as
it might have been, had been at the root cause of her husband's poorly
thought out response, Denise, thinking as an impulsive teenage girl might,
figured that it would be Gale's problem to untangle the mess she made.

	Besides, Denise did not have time to ponder the problem further,
given that John had reached up under the slinky satin halter-top she
wearing and was busily fondling that super-sensitive left mammary of hers.

	Thinking that he may have over-stepped himself, John rather
sheepishly inquired, "Denise, do you want me to stop?  I mean, if you do,
just say the word and I will."

	"Bite your tongue!" she sensually teased.  "No!  On second thought,
don't you dare bite your tongue!  I need you to keep that tongue of yours
in good working order.  As for your hand, let's just say that I happened to
like it right were it is..."

	Had they been able to go off on their own, Denise already knew that
she would have gone all the way.  As it was, John only got to third base
and then only briefly, owing to the fact that the parents of the boy whose
house was being used for the party kept popping in and out of the
screened-in patio where the party was taking place.


+ + +


	Having said all that needed to be said, John escorted Denise to her
door.  With an endearing and passionate kiss, he thanked her and
reluctantly bid her goodnight, adding in an afterthought that he would
cherish the memory of their time together for the rest of his life.

	As soon as Denise walked in the front door, Gale, who had been
catnapping on the sofa awaiting her husband's return, roused from her
slumber and began to pummel Denise with a whole raft of questions, starting
with the obvious if not obligatory, "So, tell me, sweetie.  Did you have a
good time?"

	With her teenage defensive system already bristling, Denise tersely
replied, "Yes, I had a wonderful time.  But, you already know that, don't
you?  I mean, you all but ensured that I would."  At that, tears began
streaming down Denise's cheeks.

	Knowing that she was to blame for her husband's distress, Gale
scrambled up and off the sofa and rushing over to her bedraggled and
teary-eyed husband, enfolded Denise in a motherly embrace.  "This is
crazy!" Denise wailed in her misery.  "Because of you and whatever it was
you did to me, I think I'm in love with John."

	Seeking clarification, Gale asked, "You mean Johnny?"

	"He hates being called Johnny, mother!" Denise irately replied.

	Though Denise did not pick up on the fact that she had addressed
Gale as mother, Gale did.  However, she knew it was not the time to explore
the implications of what that portended.  "So, I take it that the two of
you had a nice time?  By any chance, did he try to kiss you?"

	"Yes!" Denise indignantly snapped amid her sobs.  "And yes, if you
must know, we kissed.  We kissed a lot.  And, let me tell you, even though
he didn't have a whole lot of experience prior to tonight, he's one faster
learner.  And know this, mother.  He didn't start it.  I did.  I was the
one who hauled off and kissed him first.  But you probably figured that all
out on your own, given that you're the one who went and shit-canned all
those manly entrenched inhibitions of mine, you know, that wouldn't allow
me to do something like that under normal conditions.  But, it's even worse
than that.  I don't know if you realize this or not, but whatever it was
that you did to me turned me into sex crazed teenage nymphomaniac.  Had
John and I had the opportunity to get it on, we would have.  That's how
friggin' horny I was, and for that matter, still am.  Because of you and
what you did to me, as crass as it might sound, I want to get laid so bad
right now I could just scream!"

	In fact, Denise did scream, venting her pent-up frustration as a
fresh reservoir of tears weld up in those ever so adorable and imploring
eyes of hers.

	Promising to change Denise back into a man again while her husband
caught a few hours of much needed sleep, Gale, rather impishly produced a
fingertip vibrator, implying that it might be a good idea for her bogus
teenage daughter to use it to assuage her carnal needs.  Though she waited
until she heard Gale milling around downstairs, Denise, thinking her wife's
suggestion a prudent one, slipped the vibrator unto her middle finger and
got down to the business at hand.


+ + +


	Around three that afternoon, Denise woke up to find herself not
only still festooned in the body of a shapely built sixteen-year-old girl,
but still hopelessly smitten with one John Timbold.  "Mother!" she
stammered in alarm.  "I mean, Gale!  What's going on here?  Why am I still
a girl?  I thought you were going to change me back while I was asleep."

	Breezing into their bedroom with a pleasant smile emblazon on her
face, Gale nonchalantly replied, "You're right, dear.  I was supposed to
change you back.  But John called shortly after one and wanted to know if
it was all right for him to come over this evening. He thought that you
might like to go see a movie with him.  So, I figured that it was better to
leave you just as you are.  I mean, I take it that you do want to see him
again, don't you?"

	Confused and a little putout by her wife's reaction, Denise sought
clarification.  "Are you saying that you're okay with all of this?  I mean
you don't mind me going out with him?"

	"No.  Should I?"

	"Well, I am your husband."

	"That's true..." Gale mused aloud.  "But right now you've got admit
that you look a lot more like my daughter than you do my husband.  Added to
that, I'm willing to bet that you feel a whole lot more like my daughter
than you do my husband."  With that, Gale's placed the fingertips of her
right hand on the crystal pendant that dangled from a chain encircling her
neck.

	"Gale!  Mom!  Please!  I..."

	But the deed was done.  Though she knew in her heart that Gale was
really her wife, try as she might Denise could no longer muster the
wherewithal within herself to address Gale by her given name.  That had
become a no-no.  In an instant, things had drastically changed.  It was now
mom, mommy or mother.  Added to that, Denise understood that she was no
longer on equal terms with Gale.  Denise was now for all intents and
purposes regulated to the position of Gale's sixteen-year-old daughter and
therefore, subservient to her wife's - her mother's decrees.

	"Just so you know, Denise.  I do love you and I not trying to be
mean or degrade you or anything like that.  But, given the selfless thing
you did last night for someone you didn't even know, I think you deserve a
reward.  And, since you seemed to have really enjoyed yourself last night,
I thought that you might like to spend some more time hanging out with
John.  Oh, and if you're worried about me, don't.  I know it sounds crazy,
and it probably is crazy, but I'm not threatened by any of this at all.  I
know that you love me, Denise.  Granted, you love me as a mother right now
because of what I did to you, but that's okay.  I can live with that for
the here and now of it.  I just want you to have fun and experience what
it's like being a girl for a while.  The truth is: you deserve it..."


+ + +


	On Gale's urging, Denise called John and invited him to come over
earlier so that he could join the two of them for pizza.  John, for his
part, was more than happy to oblige.

	All things considered, the three of them got along famously.  Gale,
had learned through prior experience with her at times petulant daughter,
Stacey, that teenagers have a marked tendency to be overly embarrassed by
their parents for no other apparent reason other than the fact that their
parents are just that - parents.  Prior to John's arrival, Gale had used
the pendant's power to magically negate that infuriating tendency in
Denise.  By doing so, Gale had eliminated one of the major factors that
gave rise to open friction that often developed between a parent and their
adolescent child.  Though the two teenagers accorded Gale with the respect
due her, the conversation was not inhibited by Gale's participation in it.

	After dinner, Denise and John took off for the movies, leaving Gale
to fend for herself.  And that was all for the good, because Gale wanted to
check on a few things while her husband was otherwise engaged.  Locating
the fireproof box where all their important papers were filed, Gale began
to examine some of the more important ones.  Pleased with the fact that all
the pertinent documents she scanned showed that she and her husband had not
one, but two daughters: Stacey, the older of the two, and Denise, the
younger sibling.  The clincher was her husband's birth certificate showed
Denise to have been born female, the child of Dennis Allen Grimes (father)
and Gale Ann Grimes (mother) some sixteen years earlier.  Added to that,
Gale happen to glance at the large eight by ten family picture that sat
prominently next to the computer screen only to find that Denise's youthful
image had replaced that of her husband's.

	Though Gale had a hard time accepting the fact that the pendant's
magic could actual achieve something on such a grand scale, she was
nevertheless tickled to death that it had.  It meant that after she checked
the documentation in Denise's wallet to ensure that it too reflected the
changes in sex and age that her husband had undergone, she could, if she
wished, do something that she had been contemplating since Stacey went off
to college.


+ + +


	John was happily amazed when offered a choice.  Denise selected an
action-pack adventure flick, the sort of movie that was right up his alley,
over a sappy chick-flick.  Throughout the movie, they held hands and
cuddled shoulder to shoulder with one another.  Afterwards they climbed
into the cab of John's compact pickup and smooched for almost an hour
before an extremely hot and bothered Denise reluctant informed John that it
was probably for the best if he took her home.

	Though it was the last thing that John wanted to hear at that
moment, he did the prudent thing.  He complied with Denise's request and
took her straight home.  However, when they pulled up in front of Denise's
house, they ended up making out for almost another hour before a thoroughly
turned-on Denise disengaged, saying that while she hated to have to call it
a night, it was best if she did so.  John, for his part, said he understood
and that she had no need to apologize.  Having urged John to call her in
the morning, implying that she would love to spend Sunday afternoon doing
something together, Denise kissed John goodnight and without further ado,
slipped inside her house.

	"So," Gale asked, "did the two of you have a good time?"

	"Yes...  Yes, we did..."

	"Good...  So, I take it that John likes you as much as you appear
to like him?"

	"Yes...  At least I hope he does."

	"I think that's pretty much a given, don't you?"

	"Yeah..." Denise replied sheepishly.

	"Well, young lady, you've had two full days.  So, I suggest that
you head on up to bed.  Oh, and I think it best if you sleep in either
Stacey's room or the guest room at for at least tonight."

	Unable to comprehend the impetus behind her wife's suggestion,
Denise felt compelled to ask, "How come?"

	"Well, I've been thinking and I don't think it's a good idea for
the two of us to share the same bed for the time being.  I mean, while
you're still technically my husband, I'm not at all comfortable with the
notion of sharing the same bed with a sixteen-year old sex crazed
nymphomaniac.  Oh, just so you know, while you were at the movies, I made
up the bed in the guest bedroom with that set of silky black satin sheets
that we planned to give Stacey for her birthday.  I kind of thought that
you might want to sleep in there tonight.  Oh, one last thing before I let
you go.  Just so you know, I put my vibrator in the guestroom as well.  I
did that just in case you might want to finish what you and John started
while the two of you were parked out in front of the house for a good hour
before you decided that it was time for you to call it a night.  You'll
find it on the night table, right in front of the alarm clock.  Just do me
a favor.  I don't care if you moan and groan and whimper till the cows come
home, but please try to keep those ear perching screams of yours to a
minimum..."

	"All right, mom!" Denise's voice bristled with a faint hint of
indignation as she bounded up the steps.


+ + +


	It was nine-thirty Sunday morning when Gale entered the guestroom.
"Denise, honey," she softly intoned once her husband began to stir.  "I'm
afraid I have some bad news.  Last night after you went to bed, I decided
to take a shower and wash my hair.  Well, though I have no idea how it
happened, the chain with my grandmother's pendant snagged on something and
ended up breaking and though I tried to catch it, the pendant fell and
shattered into hundreds of tinny pieces."

	Grasping the implications of what that meant to her, a horrified
Denise gasped, "Are you saying that I'm going to be stuck like this?"

	"I'm afraid so, dear."

	"This is terrible!  I'm never going to be able to pass myself off
as a sixteen year old girl!"

	"I don't see why not.  After all, you've done a pretty good job so
far.  And from where I sit, you sure seem to be really enjoying yourself,
young lady."

	Gale's remark took the wind right out of Denise's sails.  Try as
she might, Denise could not refute her wife's assertion.  And because she
could not, Denise, needing a way to vent her dismay, tried another
approach.  "Alright, mother.  You win!  When you're right, you're right!
Thanks to you and whatever it was that you did to me, I have been enjoying
myself!  I mean, though it's been years, we both know that I've always
enjoyed spending time as a female.  Hell!  Let's face it, back before
Stacey came on the scene, I was addicted to spending time as a woman.  But
I went cold turkey and somehow managed to get passed that pervert part of
my life.  But, then Friday came and without even so much as asking my
permission, you went and changed me into a girl again.  Only this time, you
went whole hog and messed with my mind, in effect turning me into the real
deal.  Then, adding insult to injury, you fixed it so that I can't even
call you by your given name.  You made it so I have to call you mom or
mother or even mommy."

	"You're right," Gale apologetically offered.  "I probably shouldn't
have done that."

	"Ya think?" Denise sarcastically snipped.  "So tell me something -
mom!" she over-emphasized the word 'mom'.  "Where's that leave us?  I mean,
I certainty can't going around acting like your husband looking like this,
now can I?"

	"No..." Gale readily agreed.  "That's true.  You can't.  But you
can be my daughter.  In fact, I've checked all our personal records, and
guess what?  They all list you as being the younger of my two daughters.
Now, I can't explain how that occurred, save to say that must have had
something to do with the pendant's magic, but from everything I've seen,
legally speaking, you are my daughter.  I even checked the cards in your
wallet this morning only to find that they reflect the new you as well.

	"Well..." Denise thoughtfully sighed, "at least that's something we
won't have to worry about.  By any chance did you take a look at my birth
certificate?"

	"Actually, I did.  Fact is that was one of the first documents that
I examined."

	"And, it shows you as being my mom?"

	"Indeed it does."

	"So, who does it name as my father?"

	"As crazy as this might sound, it names you as your own father."

	"How convenient!  And, just where, might I ask, has dear old dad
gotten to?"

	"I guess that is one of the many things you and I are going to have
to put our heads together in order to come up with some sort of plausible
explanation to cover your, or I guess that should be -- his absence."

	"You know something, mother, I'm already starting to miss dear old
dad."

	"To tell you the truth, sweetie, I am too.  May I remind you that
while I maybe celebrating my forty-fourth birthday in a couple more weeks,
I would say that you and I enjoyed a fairly healthy sex-life.  Regrettably,
due to the unfortunate loss of my grandmother's pendant, that's all over
now and I have to say that I'm sure going to miss it.  But on the bright
side, if there is any bright side associated with the onset of menopause,
my sexual desire isn't anywhere near what it used to be."

	In an effort to comfort the woman she now called mother, Denise
interjected, "Mom!  What are saying?  Your sex life needn't be over.  You
and I can simply do what we did before we had Stacey."

	"Oh no we can't!" Gale's reply was both stern and emphatic.  "As
far as I'm concerned when that pendant got broken two things occurred.  I
lost a husband and you became my daughter, which makes what you just
suggested tantamount to incest.  And I will not engage in an incestuous act
with one of my daughters.  Besides, if you give some thought to the matter,
you'll find that you are no longer sexually attracted to other women,
myself included."

	Surprised by what her mother had just imparted, Denise felt
compelled to ask, "I'm not?"

	"No, sweetie, you're not.  There isn't a lesbian bone in that
beautiful new body of yours.  When I tinkered around with that formally
male psyche of yours, I made sure that as a girl, you're one hundred
percent heterosexual.  You see, I want to make sure that you and Bonny's
son would have a nice time together at the prom.  So, what I did was to
tweak that new female psyche of yours to make you slightly boy-crazy.  Now,
I don't know if you've notice this yet or not, but girls will no longer be
a turn-on for you.  Guys however, will.  And to prove what I'm telling you
is the truth, let me ask you a question.  While at the prom, did any of the
other girls there do anything for you, you know, sexually speaking?"

	"No..." Denise had to admit that other than looking at what the
other girls were wearing, not one, not even a few of the hotter looking
ones had done a thing for her.  However, with the exclusion of her date,
she could have said the same thing about the boys who were there as well.
John was another matter altogether.  She developed a thing for him while in
the limo en route to the prom.

	"So, you see, Denise.  The way things are, you wouldn't want to
engage in lesbian sex with me anymore than I would with you.  It would be
just too icky for the both of us.  And by the same token, that's why I
don't think it's a good idea for the two of us to share the same bed
anymore, especially since I think its pretty much a given that we'll both
be using a vibrator from time to time."

	"Are you saying that you are not going to get upset with me if I
use a vibrator to get off on myself?" Denise sounded incredulous.

	"Of course I'm not going to get upset if you masturbate every now
and again.  For that matter, I don't care if you find that you want to do
it every night.  I'll grant you that you're a sixteen-year-old girl now,
but it pretty much goes without saying that you're anything but a normal
sixteen-year-old girl.  For one thing, I turned you into a bit of a
nymphomaniac.  And, for another, you've enjoyed an active sex-life for far
too many years now for me to expect, or for that matter, demand that you
give it up now."

	Having said all that needed to be said on that matter, Gale turned
to a new topic.  "Oh, and while I'm thinking about it, I owe you another
apology about something else I probably shouldn't have done.  You see,
sweetie, to reinforce the bogus mother/daughter relationship I created for
us, I put the fix in so that it would never cross your mind to give me a
hard way to go about anything.  That's to say that while you will grow out
of it in a couple of years, for the here and now of it, you will find it
almost impossible to defy me."

	Regretting the liberty she had taken, Gale continued with her
apology.  "Now I know that I shouldn't have done that to you.  And I
promise that I will not abuse the power I have over you.  All I can say in
my defense was that it seemed to be the right thing to do at the time and
that it was never intended to be a permanent thing.  And it really isn't a
permanent thing.  Rest assured.  You will grow out of it.  I mean, you are,
or rather you were my husband and the last thing I want to do is to impose
my will on you.  Besides, we have always made our important decisions
together and I'm not about to change that now."

	"So, tell me mother, how are we going to handle Stacey?"

	"Shit!  I haven't the foggiest.  But, you're right.  We're going to
have to tell her something..."

	They discussed the matter for the next several minutes without
coming to any solid conclusions as to how to go about telling Stacey what
had happened and how her father was now functioning in the role of her
younger sister.  "Well..." Gale said, wrapping up their discussion of the
matter, "I don't know about you, but I'm famished.  So, tell you what!  If
it won't embarrass you too much to be seen in the company of your old foggy
of a mother, how about I take you out for breakfast?  After that, since I
know that you have plans to do something with your boyfriend this
afternoon, we'll stop by Target and I'll pick you up an outfit or two to
tide you over until we can get to the mall in the next day or two.


+ + +


	If Denise had any qualms about spending the rest of her life as a
female, those qualms were pretty much put to rest that afternoon when she
looked into John's eyes only to realize that she was well on her way to
falling madly in love with him.  She did not delude herself into thinking
that John was the be-all and end-all of it.  Fully aware that more than
likely there would be several other men in her life before she settled on
one, John would do for starters.  But then again, Denise also realized that
he might well prove to be the love of her life.

	That evening, having secured his promise to call her later, Denise
saw John on his way.

	"So, do you think John's a keeper?" Gale asked Denise as that new
daughter of hers reentered the house after seeing her boyfriend off.

	"Definitely." Denise dreamily replied.

	"I'll grant you he's cute, in a nerdy sort of way.  But you do know
that when it comes to looks, you could do a lot better."

	"I know that, mother.  Given how good I look, I'm well aware that I
could date almost any guy I wanted.  But I happen to like John.  He's a
nice guy and I consider myself lucky to be going out with him..."


+ + +


	The next day was Monday.  Gale got Denise up a little after nine
and told her to hurry up and get dressed because the two of them were going
out.  When Denise asked her 'mom' where they were going, Gale simply said,
"The gynecologist.  I called for an appointment for you shortly after they
opened this morning and they said that if I could have you there by ten
thirty, they could fit you."

	Not all that keen on having to undergo the ignominy involved in
having all those new girly gadgets of hers probed and prodded, Denise
registered a complaint.  "Mother!  Is this really necessary?"

	"Yes, sweetie it is.  I mean, we both know that sooner or later
you're going to want to go all the way with John, so just to be on the safe
side, we need to get you on the pill and, to my way of thinking, the sooner
the better.  I'll grant you that I'm really looking forward to being a
grandmother one of these days.  But we certainly don't want you getting
pregnant before you're ready.  Besides, given that Stacey is adamant about
her not having any kids, you're my only hope.  But, even though you are,
you needn't rush into things on my account."

	As one might expect, Denise was not a happy camper having those all
those new girlish gizmos of hers examined in what she thought to be such a
disgusting and de-humanizing manner.  The only thing that made her
gynecological examination bearable was the fact that the doctor who
examined her was a woman.  Had it been a male doctor, Denise probably would
have chickened out and told him in no uncertain terms, 'thanks but no
thanks' and hauled that pert heart-shaped derriere of hers out of the
examination room as if all the demons in hell were after her.


+ + +



	Oddly enough, even though she thought it was hilarious, Stacey did
not have a problem with what had happened.  After she got through laughing
her ass off and repeated swearing that she would never tell another soul
about how her mother had up and changed her father into a sixteen-year old
girl, she welcomed that new 'sister' of hers into the family with a great
big hug.

	Twenty-eight days to the day after the prom, Denise experienced her
first period.  Needless to say she did not relish the experience.  The fact
is that she hated it.  The only solaces that her 'mother' could give her
was to inform Denise that menstruation was all part of being a girl and
that she had better reconcile herself to dealing with her monthly flow,
because, like it or not, she was going to dealing with it for many years to
come

	To be on the safe side, Denise waited a full two months after she
had started taking the pill before she allowed John to pop her cherry.
Oddly enough, Gale was complicit in her daughter's deflowering in that she
presented the two teenagers with the perfect opportunity to assuage their
carnal needs in a safe and unhurried environment.  She did this one Friday
evening by informing the pair during dinner that she and her sister were
going to spending the better part of the evening playing bingo at
St. Paul's, a nearby Catholic Church.  Then, having said that, Gale went on
to add in what appeared to be an afterthought, which of course it was
anything but an afterthought, that she would not be home until eleven at
the earliest.  Though she knew very well what her mother was doing, Denise
nevertheless promised Gale that she and John would be on their best
behavior and that there was nothing to worry about because nothing untoward
would occur in her mother's absence.  Which of course was a boldfaced lie
on Denise's part, a boldfaced lie that Gale had prepared her with prior to
John's arrival at six.

	Once dinner was over, acting on another of her mother's prudent
suggestions, Denise asked John if he was up to watching a little TV.  When
he said that it was fine by him, she plopped a DVD into the family room's
DVD player.  Unbeknownst to John, the DVD that Denise selected contained
what she hoped would be a most instructive episode from the fourth season
of the Friends' long running sitcom.  What she wanted John to see was a
particular scene in which Monica, with Rachel looking on, used a hastily
drawn figure of a woman to illustrate to Chandler Bing how he could best
utilize his girlfriend's erogenous zones.  The show depicted Chandler as
having learned his lesson well.  Denise only hoped that John had been
paying attention.

	Being a realist, Denise did not harbor high expectations for the
evening.  Having been through it herself all those many years before as a
teenage boy herself, Denise was keenly aware of the inhibitions and
awkwardness that played havoc with a young man's ability to perform even at
a mediocre level.  Added to that was the fact that while Denise was no
newcomer to sexual tete-a-tetes, she had never before been cast as the
female partner in a heterosexual relationship.  As a man, she had always
functioned in the role of the instigator, rather than in the female role of
the recipient.  So, in that sense, Denise was just as inexperienced as John
was.  However, there was no denying that she had more of an insight into
what goes where than her boyfriend did.  If anything, Denise knew that the
evening would be an experience to be both remembered and improved upon.
Practice, Denise knew, was the path to perfection.  And as long as the
evening was not a complete bust, Denise planned on practicing a lot.

	Once Gale had left for St. Paul's bingo hall with her sister, the
two enamored teenagers got down to the business of making-out on the sofa.
Though she had to caution him to be gentle and to take things slow, all
things considered Denise found herself rather pleased with the way John
kept re-targeting his foreplay efforts, moving in a random fashion from one
of her super-sensitive erogenous zone to another.  The truth was that John
was doing a pretty fair job of keeping Denise sexually off-balance, which
in turn was driving that arousal quotient of hers right through the roof.
Succulently put, while there was a lot of room for improvement, when it
came to the art of foreplay, Denise gave John an A for effort, and a B- for
the fumbling and at times, hesitant techniques he was employing.  But even
so, Denise had to admit that while John lacked Gale's skill and experience,
she was definitely becoming aroused.  That meant that even though sloppy,
John had to be doing something right.

	After about a half an hour of making-out on the sofa, a very hot
and bothered Denise suggested that they relocate to her bedroom.  Though he
wanted nothing more than to make love to her, John balked and nervously
began to question the advisability of doing as Denise urged.  "But, what'll
we do if your mother comes home early and catches us in bed together."

	"You heard what my mother said.  She won't be home until eleven.
That gives us almost four hours to fool around.  I mean, you do want to do
it, don't you?"

	"Yes..." John replied.

	Denise could tell that while John was eager to make love to her, he
was nevertheless uncomfortable with the idea that they might get caught in
the act.  "Relax.  Trust me.  Everything's going to be okay."  Denise
reassuringly countered as she took John's hand and imploringly drew him up
and off the sofa.

	The first time they made love John got off.  Denise however did
not.  While Denise found the foreplay portion of their lovemaking to be a
little rushed, it was nevertheless satisfactory.  Denise winced reflexively
when John penetrated her and broke her hymen in the process.  Being a woman
was not new but this was the first time a man penetrated her and the
feeling was something more, something deeper than any vibrator could hope
to accomplish.

	As Denise expected, once John's manhood was nestled snuggly up
inside of her, he proved to be a real eager beaver, energetically thrusting
away to beat the band.  Within moments of entering her, John was unable to
restrain himself and shot his wad, spewing huge amounts of semen into her
vaginal canal.  Denise, for her part, had expected as much.  Granted, she
would have liked to experience even one half-baked orgasm, but she was not
upset over the fact that she had not.  The important thing was that the two
of them were virgins no longer.

	It was a start.  Granted, it was not a great start, nor even a good
start.  But, it was a start and that was perfectly okay with Denise.  She
satisfied her man and that feeling satisfied her.

	Their second attempt went a lot smoother than their first.  Though
they were nothing to right home about, John managed to induce in Denise a
truncated string of low-grade orgasms using the finger-flick method of
clitoral stimulation before he sought to assuage his own carnal needs
though the tried and true method of copulation.

	On their third go-around, a much more confidant John was beginning
to show real promise as a lover.  Denise was amazed at just how much his
lovemaking techniques had improved in the span of just a few short hours.
"Oh my God, John!" Denise dreamily murmured amidst the warm-fuzzes of a
most delightful orgasmic after-glow.  "That was fantastic....  Absolutely
fantastic...  You have no idea how wonderful that felt...  God, I love
feeling you inside me like that."  In that moment she felt a bond she had
never known.  Lying in his arms she felt loved and protected.  She felt
truly feminine.


+ + +


	Unable to reclaim her youth the way that former husband of hers
had, Gale had come to the conclusion that she would live vicariously
through Denise.  As soon as Gale arrived home from bingo, she began to
debrief Denise.  She wanted to hear all the gory details of what had
occurred during her absence.  Denise, having been pre-program to do so,
eagerly complied, spilling her guts as it were.

	As she set her pocketbook and keys on the coffee table, Gale
casually inquired, "So, tell me.  How was it?"

	"Actually, it was better than I thought it would be."

	"Did you enjoy it."

	"Oh, yeah!  I enjoyed it a lot."

	The two of them talked for a good hour before calling it a night
and heading up to bed.  But before they did, Gale informed Denise that her
sister had talked her into joining a bowling league that coming fall and
that in order to get herself ready for it, she and Linda had made plans to
start bowling together on Tuesday evenings that August.  In other words,
what Gale was in effect telling her daughter was that she was making
another night available for John and Denise to fool around, thereby making
it possible for John to hone and improve his skills as a viable lover.


+ + +


	John's proficiency as lover increased by leaps and bounds.  And
though he did improve, there was a problem and to Denise's way of thinking,
it was a rather substantial one.  Though he tried his best, John could not
get passed his hang-ups when it came to oral sex.  While he had no trouble
to be on the receiving end of things, he couldn't bring himself to go down
on Denise.

	Oddly enough and very much to her own surprise, Denise found that
she was not phased at all about performing the selfless act of fellatio on
John.  In fact, she rather enjoyed the sense of control it gave her.  She
just wished that John could reciprocate and go down on her and eat her out
every once in awhile.  Quite pointedly, Denise craved to once again enjoy
the sexual release that she derived from being the recipient of oral sex.

	One evening while she and her mother were in the family room
watching television, a sexually frustrated Denise irately quipped, "I sure
wished we still had your grandmother's pendant."

	"Why, so you could change yourself back into a man again?'

	"No!" Denise abrasively snapped.  "I'd use it to turn John into a
girl so that I could show him how good it feels to have somebody perform
cunnilingus on you.  I'm sure that once he got a taste of what's it's like,
considering how giving and considerate he is, I don't think he'd have a bit
a trouble returning the favor."

	"That would probably do the trick, alright.  And, you're right,
it's a real shame that my grandmother's 'Husband Trainer' got broken."


+ + +


	As strange as it was, the disappearance of Gale's husband went
practically unnoticed.  While a few of the neighbors made mention of the
fact that they had not seen Dennis puttering around in the backyard,
cutting the grass or watering the lawn, no one made an issue out of it.  No
one thought to call the authorities.  Save for those in the know, the
memory of Dennis Grimes just up and faded away.

	Fortunately, Dennis' departure from the scene did not create a
financial burden for Gale.  Though she had been a stay at home mom ever
since she had given birth to Stacey, Gale, a former art major, had started
a second career as a fairly successful illustrator of children books
shortly after Stacey entered elementary school.  Then, somewhere around the
time that Stacey was in middle school, on a whim Gale tried her hand as a
historical romance novelist and was surprised to find that she was fairly
well received.  Having paid their house off several years before, the
royalties from her book sales would allow Gale to maintain a comfortable
lifestyle for Denise and herself.


+ + +


	There was another interesting facet involved in all of this.
During the second week of August, an official looking packet arrived in the
mail from the local district high school, the very same high school that
Stacey had graduated from the year before.  Succinctly put, the cover
letter for the enclosed packet confirmed that they had received Denise's
transcript and that she was dully enrolled and would begin the fall
semester as a senior on such and such a date.  The packet also included
such items as Denise's class schedule, bus schedule and a list of school
supplies that she would need.  There was also an additional letter which
informed Gale that since her daughter was a transferee, she was required to
attend a half-day orientation the week prior to the school's scheduled
opening day.

	Needless to say, Denise was not at all happy with the prospect of
having to attend high school for a second time in her life.  As far as she
was concerned once was enough. "You know what, mom?  This really sucks!
I've decided that I'm not going!"

	"It may suck, but like it or not young lady, you are going."

	"Hey!" Denise complained.  "What gives here?  I thought you told me
that I had a say when comes to the important stuff?"

	"You do and you did.  You said that you weren't going.  I said that
you were.  And just so you know, this is one of those instances where what
the mother says trumps what the daughter says.  In other words, sweetie,
come September, you're little ass is going to school."

	Even as her mother made that declaration, the subservient mental
sub-routine that was part and parcel of her female makeup kicked in and
Denise's whole attitude about attending school did an abrupt about-face.
"Okay," Denise replied contritely.  "I'll go, but I won't have to like it."

	Taking umbrage with the negativity conveyed in her daughter's
half-hearted response, Gale sternly said, "Oh yes you will.  You're going
to like it a lot.  In fact, you're going not only going to like it, but
you're going to be the best student you can be.  The truth is that if you
take a moment to think about it, you'll find that you can't wait until
school starts."

	Denise suddenly realized that her mother was right.  She was
looking forward to attending school, especially since she was going to be a
senior.  She even entertained the thought that she might go out for the
cheerleading squad.


+ + +


	As it worked out, Denise did not try out for the cheerleading
squad.  Having been a competitive swimmer during her prior high school
experience, Denise, who was still pretty much of a tomboy at heart, went
out for the school's swim team and made the team easily.  In fact, she
became one of its stars.  She managed to win every race in which she
competed thereby doing her part in helping the team win the county
championship for the first time in a decade.

	Encouraged by her English teacher to do so, Denise joined the drama
club and after a lot of hard work on her part, landed one of the main
supporting roles in the play that the club was putting on that year.  By
doing so, Denise found out that as a girl, she had a beautiful contra alto
voice and could carry a tune without any problem whatsoever.  Having played
acoustic guitar for most of her prior life as the male she had been born to
be, Denise decided to see if she if she might be able to one day pursue a
career as a singer/songwriter.  To that end, she started performing at
various open-mikes sessions, which in turn lead to paying gigs and local
festivals.

	Denise proved to be a straight A student.  She was also well liked
by her teachers and got volunteered into playing on her homeroom's
intramural volleyball and basketball teams.  Displaying an exceptional
aptitude for math and science, Denise found herself more or less co-opted
into becoming involved in the student mentor program in order to help
poorer students gain a greater understand of the subject and thereby
improve their grades.

	Feeling that most girls were too catty, Denise could never bring
herself to form a strong one-on-one relationship with any one girl.
Instead of having that one special girlfriend the way most girls her age
did, Denise preferred to hang with a diverse group of kids, comprised for
the most part of her fellow swimmers.

	Advised by her mother to do so, Denise had spent most of her first
summer as a girl boning up on how to pass herself as a teenager.  Knowing
that she had to learn the lingo, whenever she was not with John, she spent
hours on end watching MTV and other such teenage oriented shows in the
family room.  Added to that, whenever she found the time, she would head
over to the mall and spend a good portion of the day trying to assimilate
the mannerisms and behavioral patterns of the average teenage girl.


+ + +


	Unfortunately John and Denise's relationship fizzled out with the
arrival of fall.  For one thing, though Denise never once complained about
John's inability to perform oral sex on her, John knew that it was a source
of constant frustration for her.  He also felt that he was lacking in other
ways, which in turn negatively impacted his self-esteem.  Try as he might,
John could never figure out what Denise saw in him which further degraded
his performance.  Knowing that as strikingly beautiful as Denise looked,
she could go out with practically any guy she wanted to and John could
never understand why she had picked him to go steady with of all people.

	Just like her sister Stacey, John was attending Bradley College
that fall.  The problem with that was the drive to and from Bradley's
campus was quite a haul and therefore did not lend itself to John's being
in a position to come home most weekends.  At best he managed to return
home once every other month.  Needless to say Denise did not like that at
all.  Fact is she hated it.  Eventually, having formed a friendship with a
girl whose dorm was in the next quad over from his, John suggested that it
might be a good idea if he and Denise cooled it for a while.  He even went
so far to suggest that it might be a good idea if the two of them started
seeing other people.  Denise didn't take kindly to John's suggestion and
told him in no uncertain terms just what he could do with his suggestion.

	Denise did not take the breakup well.  Gale, taking pity on her
daughter's deplorable state, stepped in and informed Denise that she needed
to stop wallowing in self-pity and get that pert and perky teenage ass of
hers in gear and do something to get her mind off of John.  Basically, Gale
told Denise that she should forget about John and find herself some other
guy to go out with, adding that if Denise did not take the initiative and
do it on her own, she would use that motherly mandate of hers to compel
Denise to start seeing other boys.

	Though she did so grudgingly, Denise did as her mother suggested.
For her part, Gale was relieved.  It seemed her ability to countermand
Denise's decisions was on the wane.

	Starting in mid-November, Denise began dating in earnest.  However
though she dated a lot of guys during the course of her senior year, she
never dated anyone for more than a month.  Oddly enough, even though she
was a self-avowed nymphomaniac at heart and a real make-out fiend to boot,
Denise never went so far as to have sex with even one of the guys she
dated.  It was not so much that she was concerned about preserving her
reputation; Denise just was not the kind of girl to engage in
indiscriminate sex.  If she was going to go to bed with somebody, it had to
mean something.

	As one might expect, the guys who sought dates with Denise were the
proverbial cream of the crop: good looking, generally pulling good grades
and tending to be athletes.  The problem was, they also had egos a mile
high and a mile wide, which was a real turn-off as far as Denise was
concerned.

	Denise realized what her problem was.  She had her own Catch-22 to
deal with.  It was not that she thought that she was too good to go out
with average looking guys.  It was that average look guys thought that
someone one as fine looking as Denise would never demean herself to go out
with them.  To get around that persnickety problem, Denise took it upon
herself to make it known that she would not mind going out with this guy or
that.  Sometimes it would work and the pleasantly astonished fellow would
call her and ask her out on a date.  But, more times than not, the boy in
question, expecting that he was being set-up to be the brunt of someone's
cruel joke, would fail to call her.

	Oddly enough, given that she was in a dating lull at the time, with
just two weeks to go before her senior prom, Denise did not have a date for
her senior prom.  Gale had to find her one.  Needless to say, though her
date did his best to keep her entertained, Denise did not enjoy her senior
prom the way she had John's.  There just was just no comparison.  The year
before had been a Cinderella Experience for her.  Even though she though
she was the epitome of grace and beauty, resplendent in her new prom gown,
Denise felt more like one of the sister-uglies than the belle of the ball
that she appeared to be.  She also knew what was missing.  In order for her
to have enjoyed another Cinderella Experience, she would need a Prince
Charming and though it annoyed her to no end to admit it even to herself,
John was her Prince Charming.  Without him by her side, Denise felt hollow.
And though she did, she put on a good face and went through the motions of
enjoying herself.

	Two weeks later, Denise graduated from high school.  Guess who
unexpectedly dropped by her graduation party to wish her well and drop off
a graduation present?  It was none other than the former love of her life,
one John Timbold.  While he had not planned on staying for the duration of
the party, once he saw Denise he could not bring himself to leave.  The
truth was he had missed her as much as she had missed him and that is
pretty much what he told her later when the two of them managed a minute
alone together.  Once all of the guests had gone and the clean up
completed, John and Denise had a long heart to heart talk in which they
confessed their undying love for one another.

	Some four years later, with neither one them having dated anyone
else and just a week or so after Denise had earned her college degree, the
two them exchanged wedding vows and so became man and wife.

	Interestingly enough, while Gale was helping her daughter get ready
for the nuptial ceremony, she placed a jewelry box on the dresser where an
excited and jittery Denise sat putting the final touches on her makeup.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but since your Aunt Linda bought you the shoes
you're wearing, and John's mom lent you those lovely hair clips, and your
sister came up with the blue garter, I guess it falls to me to provide you
with something old.  So, go ahead.  Open the box.  It's yours now."

	Denise did as her mother directed only to fine that the jewelry box
contained a very familiar crystal pendant and its accompany silver chain.
"But, I thought..." she bewilderedly stammered as she gingerly lifted the
'Husband Trainer' clear of velvet lined box.

	"I'm sorry, sweetie.  I know I told you it was broken, but it was a
lie.  Fact is I think it's sort of like Sauron's One Ring of Power in that
I don't think it can be broken.  The Good Lord knows I've dropped it enough
times."

	"Why?" a very confused Denise thought to ask.  "Why did you do
that?  Why did you lie to me?  Had I known that it wasn't broken, I would
have changed back."

	"I know, dear.  And that's exactly why I didn't tell you.  In
retrospect, maybe I should have.  But I didn't and I have to say that I'm
glad I didn't."

	"Well, I can simply use it to change back now, can't I?"

	"The question is: do you want to change back?  Or would you rather
leave things as they are and marry John?  I mean, there's no way you can be
both my husband and John's wife."

	"I know!  I know!"  Confused as she was, Denise was on the verge of
a hissy fit.  "And, I'm sorry to have to say this mother, but I want to be
John's wife."

	"There's no need to apologize, sweetie.  Besides, you can't change
back."

	"I can't!  How come?"

	"Because the day you experienced your first period you became a
full fledged female in your own right and since the pendant's magic only
works on males, it will no longer have any affect on you.  And the reason I
know that is because it will no longer work on me either."

	Seeing the look of shock and startled surprise spreading across her
daughter's face, Gale figured that an explanation was in order.  "You see,
sweetie, though I never told you this before, I was born male just like you
were."  Having said that, Gale continued on to explain that at the tender
age of thirteen, as the boy she had started off life as, she began to give
her parents a royal fit.  Unable to adequately deal with the problem at the
time, they, in turn, packed him off to spend the summer with his maternal
grandmother, who had a very unique way of disciplining her unruly grandson.
She simply used her magic pendant to turn her grandson, Glenn into her
granddaughter, Gale.  Though she had hated it at first, as time went on
Glenn found that he actually liked spending time as a girl, so much so that
he asked his grandmother to make the change a permanent one.

	Saying that she would be more than happy to tell Denise the whole
story the next time the two of them had a few hours to kill, Gale moved on
to explain why she had never given Denise the option to change back.
Emphasizing the fact that she knew her husband had thoroughly enjoyed
spending time as a woman before Stacey had arrived on the scene, Gale
simply said that she had wanted to do something special to reward him for
the sacrifice he had made.  Gale then admitted that she had been toying
with the idea of possible changing Dennis into her daughter a year or so
before the opportunity ever presented itself.  Gale made no bones about it.
She had had a husband, a husband she dearly loved and cherished.  But,
having had a husband, what she now wanted were grandchildren.  Stacey had
made it perfectly clear.  She did not plan on having any kids.  Denise,
therefore, was Gale's only hope when it came to her becoming a grandmother.
"And, just so you know, dear.  While I'm willing to wait a few years, I
don't want just one grandchild.  I want at least two.  And, just so you
know, I wouldn't complain if you wanted to have more..."

	Once her mother had explained everything, Denise, having promised
to make Gale a grandmother, felt compelled to ask, "I'm curious, mom.
Whatever possessed you to give me your grandmother's pendant?"

	"Well, given that she is your great grandmother, I think it's only
right that it should go to you and I think that now is as good a time as
any for you to have it.  Besides, doesn't that future husband of yours
still have that problem with the oral sex business?'

	"Yes..." Denise sighed "I sorry to say that he does at that."

	"Well, while I'm certainly not trying to tell you what to do, but
if I were you, I'd..."


+ + +



	Needless to say that we the newlyweds boarded the plane to begin
their two-week honeymoon in Hawaii, John was still plagued with those pesky
hang-ups about going down on Denise and eating her out.  However, by the
time the happy couple arrived back home two weeks later, those hang-ups and
inhibitions of his were a thing of the past.

	Even as they were on their way to the airport's baggage claim area,
John eagerly inquired, "Hey, honey?  Do you think that after we get home
you could see your way clear to a...  Well, you know?"

	"Yes..." she replied with a knowing chuckle.  "I do know and, yes,
if you're a good boy and perform well in bed, I might be able to do that
for you.  But, just so you know, I've got dibs on the black negligee.  You
can wear the pink one..."


The End