Paradise


                                                             by  Laura  Leigh


(Note:    This is a kinder, gentler version of a story I wrote entitled
         'Barbi.' I hope you enjoy it...)



      Steve and I had been friends for years. We saw good times and
bad times, and were always there for each other through thick and
thin. I was there for him when his marriage failed, and he was there
for me when my business did.

      When our fishing boat went down, hundreds of miles out to sea,
only two of us survived. For three days Steve and I clinged to the
same, tiny life preserver. Several times, the we nearly chose to die -
but our will to carry on kicked in and kept us go ing. Finally, when all
seemed lost, we floated close enough to a small, uninhabited island
that we could swim for it.

      We washed ashore. Steve and I found ourselves isolated and
alone, with little or no chance of rescue. Surviving on native fruits, we
slowly recovered from our days at sea and set out to explore our new
island home.
                                     * * *

      The cave was cool and moist, and very dark. Steve headed in,
followed closely by me.

      "I'm not so sure I like this," I said apprehensively. "No telling
what's in here."

      "Look up there," Steve said pointing ahead. "Some kind of
light...maybe another entrance."

      We continued on and quickly came to a rough-hewn chamber. Its
walls were of rough, brown stone, but the room's main feature was the
object at its center. There stood a pedestal, atop which was a strange,
glowing blue crystal. Some form of writing spr ead across one wall of
the chamber.

      "I think it's Indaki," Steve said. "I studied South Sea languages
at Tech...yeah. It is." He examined the strange writing more closely.

      I gazed into the crystal, fascinated by its luminescence. "How's
this doing this?" I asked, reaching out to touch its cool surface.

      "Beats me..." Steve replied, deeply involved in his analysis of the
words before him. "Well...I'll be damned."

      "What is it?"

      "Well, according to this, I think that ball is supposed to be magic
or something."

      "Oh, please..."

      "That's what it says. Whoever holds it can change four
things...sort of like getting wishes, I guess."

      "Change things?"

      "Yeah." He read further. "It can't make things out of thin
air...but it can turn things into other things." He went to the pedestal
and lifted the glowing orb from its cradle. "Let's take this outside and
try it out."

      "You're kidding...!"

      I followed Steve as he left the cave and walked a short distance
into the jungle. "This looks like a good spot," Steve said. Holding the
orb out before him, he closed his eyes and thought hard.

      A whirlwind of violent light formed in the dense foliage before us.
A wide, circular area of trees and undergrowth slowly vanished,
leaving a clearing; the light then coalesced into a solid structure in the
center of the bare, sandy area.

      The whirlwind of light subsided, leaving a modern beach house in
its place. It looked like something right out of Architectural Digest.

      We were absolutely speechless. Steve cautiously approached the
house, barely able to believe his eyes. It was fully furnished, with
every imaginable detail one could imagine.

      "I don't believe it," I said, moving in for a closer look. It was a
paradise home, the perfect place to live out one's live in peace and
style.

      "Neither do I," Steve agreed, "but there it is." He opened the
front door and began to go inside.

      "Do you think that's a good idea?"

      "Hey...if this is going to be home from now on, I want to take a
look around." He went inside, still carrying the crystal orb.

      After a few minutes Steve re-emerged, apparently safe and well.
"Man, it's great! Nice, comfortable beds, indoor plumbing, and it even
has electricity and a kitchen with all the convieniences!"

      "It's a miracle...!" I was astounded.

      Steve held the ball out again. "What is it this time?" I asked,
seeing the ball glow a little brighter.

      "The one thing I want more than anything...what I need to turn
this place into the fantasy I've had all my life."

      I was concerned. "Wish for a boat, Steve! I want out of here!
Let's get back to civilization, and take that thing with us...we'll be
rich!"

      Steve had other ideas. "What...go back to taxes and crowds?
This place is a paradise...we only need to make a few adjustments..."

      "You only have three wishes left...don't waste them. Make a
boat...even if you don't want to go home, I do!"

      Steve closed his eyes. In a few seconds, another glowing
whirlwind appeared. A pile of hunting, planting, fishing, and sports
equipment, outdoor furniture, a chainsaw and other jungle clearing
tools appeared in its wake. "Perfect," Steve exclaimed.

      "Damn it! Stop fooling around! Make something to get us
home!" I was frantic.

      The crystal sphere glowed again as Steve closed his eyes once
more. The whirlwind appeared inside the house this time, flooding
light from the kitchen and bedroom windows. After the glow faded,
Steve smiled. "A bottomless refrigerator and pantry. Food and drinks
enough for a lifetime."

      There was only one wish left. I feared Steve wouldn't use it
correctly. "I get the last one! Hand it over!" Without protest, almost
too easily, Steve handed the orb to me, smiling with a strange glint in
his eye. I hurredly ran down to the beach, excitedly looking forward to
going home. After looking into the glowing crystal for a moment, I
closed my eyes.

      Nothing happened.

      I opened my eyes, expecting to see a boat or something
resembling one before me. I found nothing there, and tried again. Still
nothing.

      I walked back to the clearing. "What gives? It didn't do
anything...are you sure it said 'four?'"

      "Positively," Steve answered, a hint of secrecy in his voice. I
knew he was hiding something.

      "What is it...you know something."

      Steve smiled and held his hands out, wanting the orb back. "It
only works for the person who lifts it from its cradle...and that's me.
If you don't mind...?" I helplessly handed it back.

      "Please...wish for a boat..."

      "Trust me," he smiled.

      Steve once again made a wish. It wasn't for a boat, or for
anything else I could get home in.

      This time, the brilliant whirlwind surrounded me. I began to
glow so brightly that I could not make out Steve's form just a few feet
away. I became really scared, but found I could not move or utter a
sound. After what seemed like an eternity, the light finally began to
subside and the figure of my friend and sole companion became
apparent once more.

      The light vanished. I looked around, trying to spot our latest
acquisition. "I don't see anything new," I commented. "What did you
wish for?"

      Steve only smiled.

      "Wish for..." I repeated, puzzled. My own voice sounded funny to
me. "Wish for..."

      I quickly found that my voice sounded different because it was.
And it was different because it matched my body, which had become
very, very different.

      Steve smiled widely, obviously pleased with the fruits of his final
wish. His eyes drank in the sight of...me.

      I took a step forward, toward Steve. Something felt odd; I felt
part of my body bounce.

      More exactly, two parts.

      I now had the body of a voluptuous woman. My voice had
become a sultry, feminine sound that dripped sex.

      Through Steve's wish, I had become his dream girl.

      I was not merely female, but totally naked, exposing every
luscious square inch of the curved, sexy form that suddenly encased
me. Looking down in stunned disbelief at my overly generous breasts,
I realized fully what Steve had done to me. My smooth, silky skin was
pure and hairless over my entire body, except for a sparse growth of
blond pubic hair. Something tickled my shoulders, and, turning to
look, I discovered that I now had very long, very full blond hair which
softly curled and sensuously flowed all the way down my back, over my
shoulders, and upon my new breasts in front.

      My new visage was one of rare beauty. Steve had given me the
dark, bewitching eyes of a seductress, adorned with long black lashes
and smouldering, sexy eye shadows. My cheekbones were prominent
and accentuated with a perfect application of cinnamon blush. My
sensuous lips were those of a professional call girl, flawlessly lined and
coated with a thick, glossy pink lipstick. My teeth were perfect and
white. I realized that my soft form was graced with very expensive,
very feminine perfume. My nails were an inch and a half long,
unbreakably strong, and heavily coated with a high-gloss pink polish.
Every inch of my supple flesh had a deep, even tan that contrasted
sexily with my pale lipstick and shiny, blond hair.

      My body could not have changed more. I had become utterly and
irreversibly female. And, as a female, I had acquired that female
feature Steve most needed after so much time without the attentions
of a woman.

      I tried to utter something intelligible, but all that would come
from my full, sexy lips were sounds of total stunned amazement. I
struggled to believe my eyes and senses, my mind unable to so quickly
comprehend the fact that it was now magically and forever housed in
the body of a twenty-nine year old woman.

      "Do you hate me?" he asked, amazed at my beauty while at the
same time fearful that I might kill him.

      Still in shock, I thought about that. "No," I began, running my
hands along the softness of my new forearms. I spoke slowly, finally
finding words once again. "In fact, Steve, I...well..."

      "What?"

      "I've always wanted this. Ever since I can remember...I've wished
I'd been born a girl."

      "I never knew you were gay..."

      "I'm not...I mean, I wasn't. I just always thought life as a woman
would be more...well, satisfying."

      Steve smiled, relieved that I was still his friend - and hopefully
much more. "Is it?" he asked.

      I smiled, too, gently caressing the huge breasts he had given me.
"So far," I confessed. We looked into each other's eyes, gazing deeply,
each of us knowing that we were dying to consummate our new
relationship. As if hypnotised, we slowly walked toward each other.
My mind was racing at a million miles an hour, filled with thousands
of new, female thoughts and needs and desires that I had never had
before. Steve had always been my best buddy - but suddenly, I found
myself seeing him with a woman's eyes.

      And I was falling in love with him.

      Before I knew what had happened, his arms were around me. We
kissed, our breathing becoming erratic and deep.

      As we embraced, my huge, luscious breasts jiggled wildly. The
bounce of my monstrous tits and the flowing curves of my silk-smooth
flesh against his hard body made Steve's cock begin to grow; it wanted
to be inside me, and quickly, and I knew it. I then saw the monster
penis rising to attention within his shorts, straining to reach me. I was
absolutely amazed at the great size the cock quickly attained - I had
never known that Steve was so exceptionally well-endowed.

      Steve whispered gently. "You were the last piece of my paradise,
all that was missing...I've always dreamed of having a perfect, sexy
woman all to myself in the middle of nowhere. And now, you,
you're..." he smiled, reaching out to touch my hair. "... perfect. I
want...I want..."

      "Me?" I asked, smiling as sexily as I knew how.

      He picked me up and headed into the beach house. Reaching the
bedroom, Steve lowered my naked form onto the bed, stripped off all of
his own clothing and climbed atop me. Steve was also fully naked now,
and feeling my supple flesh beneath his own hard body brought his
erection to its engorged fullness. I could feel that my physical strength
was but a shadow of what it had been before; Steve could easily have
overpowered me, had I not also wanted sex with him. I spread my
thighs wide for him and he rolled between them, wedging them open.

      Steve reached over and picked up a tube of personal lubricant
that was resting atop the bedside table. I glanced to the side, and saw
that a drawer in the table was filled with sex aids of all kinds. "You
thought of everything," I smiled, trying to speak in my sexiest voice.

      "You'll be glad I did, Laura," he replied, christening me with a
new and more suitable name. "We're going to have lots of time
for...experimentation." Steve apparently planned to play a wide
variety of sex games with me over the months...or years.

      He handed me the lubricant. "Put it on me," he asked. "Make it
feel good."

      I sat up and squirted some of the clear jelly into my hand and,
after a moment of hesitation (I can't believe this is finally happening!)
I began rubbing it onto his long, rigid penis. As I ran my slippery
fingers along its great length, I felt every vein, every tiny bump. The
engorged organ was hot to the touch and hard against my palm.

      My vagina tightened involuntarily a few times. It began to grow
wet.

      Steve's circumsized penis was enormous - so big that my
now-dainty fingers and thumb could not reach around it far enough to
meet. I continued to stroke it, coating it thickly with the lubricant. I
seemed to know just what to do, as if female sexuality was an instinct
that I now possessed.

      My slippery palm made circles against his cock's rounded head,
and Steve moaned with pleasure. "Oh, yes, that's right..." His long,
stiff penis was ready at that point, and I laid back and spread my
thighs even wider for him. For the first time, I knew that my hot
vagina was fully exposed to him, and I also knew that there was no
more vulnerable position for a woman to be in.

      I reached down with my still-slick fingers and rubbed the
remaining jelly onto my own, soft genitals. For the first time I felt my
new vaginal lips, and as my fingers rubbed my clitoris -

      Oooooh, that feels nice!

      Steve took final position between my widespread legs and aimed
his sexual missile at my excited, willing receptacle. My heart
pounding, I took a sharp breath as I first felt the head of his hot,
slippery cock press against my vaginal lips. For so long , I had
wondered and imagined what this purely feminine experience would
feel like -

      Only as I felt him begin to penetrate me did I realize the full
weight of my position. I was a woman having sex with a man,
thousands of miles from nowhere, living the ultimate sexual fantasy!
Steve pressed his hips steadily forward, and for the first time in
months he felt the warm, wet tightness of a vagina as it began to
envelop his immense, slippery cock. I bit my full, supple lower lip as
his great size penetrated me, stretching my virgin pussy.

      Even now, the words excite me! My pussy!

      "Oh...slowly..." I moaned. "It hurts...a little..."

      "Want me to stop?" Steve asked. "I'm only halfway in."

      "No!" I said. "The sooner we stretch me a little down there, the
better." Little by little, Steve continued to push into me. The pain I
felt slowly began to diminish. Then, finally, Steve's pubic hair ground
into mine. He was all the way in, and my virgin pussy had taken his
full eight inches! I felt his hugeness inside me, and the feeling was one
I had no words for. A huge, hard part of someone else's body had
invaded mine, burying itself deep into my abdomen.

      It was in no way a sensation within the comprehension of any
heterosexual man - and whatever was left of my male self knew that it
was unstoppably slipping away, across the insurmountable barrier that
separated the sexes.

      Steve began to pump in and out, beginning the rhythmic motion
that would soon bring us to sexual climax. And with each stroke, I
became Laura a little more.

      After a couple of minutes, the pain I had felt was totally gone,
leaving only the incredible feeling of the man's sliding flesh against the
walls of my tight, wet vaginal tunnel. I felt something else, and I
quickly realized that it was the fleshy sensation of his pumping cock
against my clitoris. "Mmmmmm," Steve moaned, his eyes closed.
"It...feels...feels good..." He continued, picking up his pace.

      As his hips moved faster, driving his cock into me even harder, I
knew the fully realized awakening of my new womanhood. My
pleasure blossomed. My nipples became erect and firm! For the first
time, I knew a feeling much different from the physical sexual arousal I
had known as a man -

      -and it was much better! As it grew, I could not help myself - I
felt a noise building in my throat. It forced its way past my lips - as
the moan of a very sexually aroused woman!

      "Mmmmm..." I started. "Ohhhh...it's...it's..."

      "How is it?" Steve asked, pumping harder.

      "Wonderful, Steve...just...wonderful!"

      He smiled. "Part of my wish was that I can have sex
continually...I don't have to wait between times anymore, just like
you!" He increased the speed of his pumping, pulling up slightly in
order to put more pressure against my clitoris.

      "Ohhhhhh..." I moaned, immediately responding to the change. I
found myself beginning to rhythmically tighten my buttocks in order
to push my hips up into his thrusts, meeting them.

      "Yes...mmmm, oh yes..." I moaned, my voice the seductive
whisper of an aroused woman. I embraced being Laura, yielding fully
to the totally female experience I was having. "I...love it...I love it,
Steve..." I submitted totally to my womanhood, wanting him there
inside me more and more with each deep thrust of his hot, engorged
cock. "How could your wife...ever have left you?"

      Steve smiled. "You're my wife, now...you..." Those words thrilled
me.

      Steve sped up his pace, and the loud, wet slap of sweaty
skin-on-sweaty skin filled the air. My enormous breasts flopped wildly
against my chest with each impact of our pubic bones, reminding me
of just how female I now was.

      "Tell me how you want it, baby..." Steve told her. "I want to
hear it."

      "Ohhh, faster," I pleaded. "Oh, yes...that's it...ohhhhhh!" I
lightly stroked his sides with my long, perfect nails, encouraging him
to continue.

      I then felt the fire building inside me spread throughout my lower
abdomen. My nerves became electrified as a purely female sensation
swelled as if to consume my flesh. My vaginal muscles began to spasm
slightly, acting on a primal, sexual, involuntary impulse.

      "Yes...yes...fuck me, Steve...fuck...meeeeee..."

      The burning pleasure reached into every part of my womanly
flesh.

      "I'm...I think I'm...coming..." I reached down and gripped his ass
tightly as he lied atop me, arms locked, his hairy chest only inches
above mine. His hips gyrated madly, ramming his long tool into my
hot, wet vagina for all he was worth, and I pulled him down into me
with each thrust.

      My orgasm rose to a peak. I felt my vagina clamp down hard
around his still-pumping cock, and my muscles began to push. I lost
contact with my surroundings as the climax overwhelmed me. It was
an intense, joyous ecstasy like none I had ever felt before. Every nerve
in my body overloaded, shorting out, unable to contain the powerful
fire. My first orgasm as a woman, brought on by the sexual
penetration of a man, had become a living thing.

      My knuckles went white as I squeezed his hard, muscular arms,
and my eyes slammed shut in involuntary ecstasy.

      "My...my pussy feels...OHHHHHHH!"

      My orgasm exploded, igniting my sexual nerves and flooding my
body with its raw, pure female flame, and my ignited, fulfilled pussy
gushed the lubricating fluids of a woman. Steve felt the added
slipperiness diminish the friction around his cock as he pumped me -
and he knew I had come.

      "That's it...come for me, Laura...yeah...come hard..."

      My hot come flooded both our crotches, running out onto my
thighs and his balls, and soaking into the bedsheets beneath me. My
vagina spasmed as wave after wave of erotic intensity came crashing
in, ruling my body.

      After what seemed an hour, I slowly became aware of the
bedroom around me once again. I still felt the pleasure of my orgasm,
though it had diminished greatly, and I smiled as my body totally
relaxed. I felt as if I were drifting on a cloud, satisfied and complete. I
slowly became aware, also, that Steve was still ramming into me, and
was near orgasm himself.

      "I'm...I'm going to come," he said, his breathing erratic, his voice
shaky.

      "Come inside me," I pleaded, stroking his back, wearing the sexy
smile of a contented woman, my sultry eyes looking upon him with
feminine dreaminess. "I want to feel it."

      Steve was in no position to argue. There was no time. His face
contorted and his eyes slammed shut, and I felt his thighs become as
tense as steel. He rammed his throbbing cock deep into me one last
time, and I gripped his ass hard, holding him against my pelvis -

      - and I felt a warmth within my deepest being. I could feel the
cock pulse involuntarily inside my pussy as it delivered Steve's come,
spraying my depths with his hot, salty load. It was incredible, having
him there -

      We had become one, our flesh melding, male and female, in the
reproductive act of mankind. I pictured myself as Eve to his Adam,
here in this paradise - a woman made just for him, owned by him, his
to do with as he pleased.

      I liked the thought.

      He began to breathe again, relaxing as his orgasm died away. I
held him against me as he lied atop me, stroking his back and his
strong upper arms with my long, polished nails. After a few moments
of silent embrace, I felt his penis begin to shrink ba ck to normal
inside me.

      He opened his eyes and looked into my eyes. I pulled his face
close and kissed him, caressing the roof of his mouth with a deep
tongue. "Oh, Steve," I began. "Oh, Steve...you wished for the best
thing you could have wished for."

      "I think so, too."

      "Oh, I'm alive for the first time."

      Steve climbed off of me, pulling his cock free of my pussy as he
did so. I's fingers went immediately to my vaginal lips, and I touched
the warm, moist place where he had filled me. It felt like his cock was
still inside me. "That was wonderful," I said with great satisfaction.
"Wonderful..."

      Less than an hour later, he took me again, naked on the beach,
under the sun and before the wide, blue sea. As I stood bent over,
leaning against a palm tree, he pumped me from behind, with my
huge, unrestrained breasts hanging down and jiggling wildly with the
shock of each powerful thrust. His iron grip around my narrow waist
pinned my soft, rounded buttocks against his crotch, and as his cock
slid in and out of my wetness I moaned as only we women can.

      "Oh, yes. Steve...pump harder! Make me come again...I want to
come! Grind it into me...yes...yes...Ohhhhhhhh..."

      "Oh, Steve...yes...I love to feel you inside me...faster..." We
continued until I reached orgasm again and as I climaxed and came,
my knees went weak. Steve felt me begin to sink to the sand and
gripped my waist harder, holding my up.

      As my orgasm subsided, I regained my footing. Steve gently
pulled out of me. "Oh, Stevie..." I said, wanting him. I stood, turned
around, and again kissed him deeply, truly in love with him.

      We went back into our lovely house, where I found that Stevie
had provided for me all the lovely things a woman could ever want to
wear, use, or own. I slipped into the most beautiful lace bra I had ever
seen, and found that its cups hugged my precious breasts perfectly,
despite their great size. Then, I found a pair of silk panties and a
light, flowing dress that caressed my new body as gently as a warm
breeze. I floated into the living room and found that Stevie was
already in the kitchen, fixing us a wondrous lunch.

      I slipped up behind him, wrapped my arms around his waist,
stood on my tip-toes and kissed the back of his neck. "I love you..." I
whispered.

      He smiled, turned, and kissed me gently on the lips. "I love you,
too, Laura...I can't help but love you...you're my entire life."

      Stevie had attained his lifelong dream, and so had I. I lived to
satisfy him, for he had become my husband and the center of my
universe. Steve and Laura McCorey...sometimes I still can't believe
that, after all the years I had known him as a friend, a male friend,
today I'm Mrs. Steve McCorey. Such wonderful words.

      And now, as I write these words, Stevie and I have come to
realize that I am going to have a baby. Our baby. I have missed my
period for two months now, and all the signs are there.

      I have been a woman for a year and a half, and have never, ever,
been happier. And in about seven months, around Christmastime, I'll
become a mother. I've noticed that Stevie has already provided me
with all the maternity bras and clothes I'll need. Just imagine...I'll
nurse my baby at my breast...

      Life as a woman is truly life...