A Friend in Need
Part 15. Squaring the Circle

March 2013

As I look at my beautiful daughter feeling the rush of love a mother has when gazing on the innocence of her baby.
Feeling also the intense love for my very gorgeous loving husband.
Remembering the confusion I felt as he recounted the story from when he left me in my gorgeous new nubile female body. (he was Tony, in my old body) To the present day, the confusion, the riot of feelings that flowed through me still lingers

July 2011

Before he started telling me how he had arrived at this point.
I jumped out of bed and put the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the bedroom door. This story was one I wanted to hear in full; as I was still very confused with the way I felt about him.

I got back into bed saying "right, we should be left alone; now I want to hear everything! You hear me everything about the last seven months" I was looking at him staring into his eyes, he nodded and replied, "right everything and I promise that I'll be totally honest."
I snuggled back into him "right, now where were you" I prompted him.

January 2011

He started again recounting the story "remember when I left, after I phoned you I switched off the phone and eventually sold it; so you couldn't get hold of me, I loved you that much it was a physical hurt.”

He stopped and looked at me before carrying on.

“But I knew all you saw Tony as, was a really good friend, someone who you shared your life with for a short while."
I nodded at him and sadly said, "I'm so, so sorry about that but for some reason I just couldn't love Tony".
He stopped me then, "Chrissie, all that is in the past, I knew that and that is the reason I knew I had to leave."

Anyhow, where was I?

He then continued "I knew from looking on the internet that there were people willing to change their lives the way we did. I also found out that most of them are men wanting to be women, women who want to be men are a lot scarcer.

So I knew I must become a woman again and an attractive one at that so I could become a man again ----- if you see what I mean,” I nodded and commented, "so you like being a man?"

He smiled at me "Oh yes, I mean very much so, no insult to you, but I love the feeling of power and strength. I love the chase sexually and going to bed as a man is absolutely amazing the climax of a man is something primeval; it shakes you to the core - but you know that".

Again I shook my head and told him, "you know I would rather not remember when I was a man. Being a woman is so much more fulfilling watching all you silly men chasing after us women with the sole purpose of getting us to bed.
When in 99% of the cases (with me anyhow) they haven't a hope in hell!
I have learned that going to bed with a man, for a woman is deeper than sex, it's love and fulfilment – right carry on. I'm eager to know what happens next."

He grinned at me and carried on "when I left I went to London and rented a flat for a year; not that I intended living in it for a year, but once I swapped the person who would become me would need somewhere to live.
Then I found a discreet website browsed by like-minded people. I made a posting on it concerning swapping bodies with an attractive woman between the ages of 30 to 50!
I also answered some on line postings from women wanting to become a man. You would not believe the number of weirdo's there are around.”

This fascinated me, because I simply couldn’t imagine wanting to be male!

He carried on; “I decided that this time if the right woman agreed to the switch I would make some money from it – the last time was for friendship.
It took me a month to whittle the list down to 5 women, all of which offered money for the change of bodies, so I called their bluff and told them that they would after the change have the body of a 28 year old well endowed, muscular man!
Also I sent each of them some pictures below the neck to show them what I looked like now, I also told them that as well as loosing the 20 years they could make three changes to the body they were going to live in and all this would cost £1,000,000! I deliberately set it high to scare off any remaining time wasters.”

I pursed my lips at that saying, “you mean to say you got that amount?”

He nodded and carried on, “The list went down to 4 women, so then I asked for photos of them, what jobs they did and proof that they had the funds.”

By now I was fascinated by CJ's story, I squirmed close to enjoy the feel of my soft feminine body against his hard masculine one and commented "I'm glad you never asked for a million from me or else I would still be a man"
He grinned down at me and answered, "our change was for love and friendship" I gave him a kiss on the cheek for that.

He carried on now it was the end of February, the 4 of them remaining were all very attractive, but one was the same height as you, five feet, like you stunningly attractive, but I had been that size for 48 years I wanted a change, in particular I wanted to be taller.

The next one was 5' 6" and worked as an accountant again she was very attractive but as is usual with women the years were taking their toll, she was 50, which after the change would have made me 30, too old for what I had in mind.

So the list was down to 2 and both of these were 5' 10", both had been top models and both were stunningly attractive one was a natural blond the other a striking auburn.

Both had the funds so it came down to me, I asked to meet them singly. In a place of their choosing for dinner, so we could talk and see if we liked what we saw so to speak.

The first one I met was the auburn girl, I'll call her Kylie, she was 40 years old and resented the fact that her modelling career was over while men could carry on for a lot longer at the top.
I asked her what she would change if we exchanged bodies, she wanted classic male model features, she also wanted never to worry about weight, and she wanted to be bisexual!

As we talked she asked me what I would change if I finished up with her body. I said that I too would never want to worry about weight, but I would want a perfect 36c 22 36 figure and slightly smaller than 5' 10"."

He paused and looked at me, "your lips are so kissable," he said as as he leant forward and our lips brushed.

I enjoyed the slight kiss but was enthralled with his story "go on carry on I can't wait to see what happened" I giggled "a bisexual Tony Hmmmm."

He grinned at me and carried on "The evening went well and left me with a lot to think about. When we parted I said that I would get in touch I was totally honest with her that there was another candidate.
She took this philosophically and commented that she was willing to raise the price to live the rest of her life as a man.

The second girl was Giselle, a stunning blond, even better in the flesh, she was 39 and like Kylie was also annoyed that men could last longer in the top modelling jobs than women.
But she had another reason for wanting to be a 28-year-old male, she preferred women however she was hopelessly in love with a girl who was totally straight!
So she wanted to become the ideal man for her beloved. I asked her if she thought it was fair to deceive like this. She cried a little and admitted that it was wrong but she would do anything to spend the rest of her life with the girl, and anyhow for as long as she could remember she had felt trapped in the wrong body.

I asked her also what she would change, she also mentioned not having to worry about weight, also she wanted classic male good looks and a slightly bigger penis not by much as she said the one I had looked good on the photo's.
When she asked me what I would change I said that I wanted to be bisexual but leaning towards men. (Clive smiled at me when he said that) as she already had a perfect figure that I wanted I wanted to maintain the perfect shape, and loose 2" in my height.
She also asked me a favour, that if we did change could she sleep with me first (that is me in her body) I said I would think about it, and we parted.”

He took a deep breath and said "it's hard work talking, I need a glass of water" he went to get the water while I pondered about what made a woman want to be a man, now I was a woman I would hate to go back to being male again, all those boring clothes and clumpy shoes and the macho bit – not for me!

He came back, climbed on the bed and I snuggled against him again –"go on I prompted"
Smiling he commented "slave driver" then continued. I thought about it for about a week, (it was now early March) them contacted Giselle, she was thrilled and we agreed to meet, this time at her flat.

It was in a trendy area of Mayfair a really stylish pad, she greeted me with absolute glee, saying she was so excited, and when could we change, I told her to calm down because we had to sort the money etc. out.

The flat was hers and worth well over a million, she told me that I could have everything as long as she got my body, I had in my brief case the made up potion, all it needed was the dreaded blood letting and we would change.

I had put the alterations we wanted into the potion so we could change now, but I didn't tell her this, instead I said when we change you realise that I would be totally you and I would shift the money across into my old bank account (her new one) did she trust me?

I asked for proof of her bank accounts and property deeds which we pulled up on the computer, I asked her to put a stop on her account so no transactions could be done for 12 hours, which she did.

So we were now ready for the change, we went into her bedroom and both stripped off, we examined each others bodies and both of us were satisfied, then sitting on the bed we pricked our thumbs and dripped 5 drops is the flasks, the one I was to take turned deep pink while the one she was to take went the deep blue, we got into bed next to each other and drank the potions, then the deed done we both fell asleep.

When I woke up in the morning I knew it had worked and I was back in the body of a woman, gingerly I reached up and brushed the hair out of my eyes and felt my glorious boobs, they were definitely 36c, firm and pert, I slid out of bed and looked at my new 19 year old body.
I was now Giselle a striking blond 5'8" tall with a body to match. I heard movement from the bed and an amazed voice stammered, "it's worked, its bloody well worked" I stared over my shoulder and said "of course it's worked, did you doubt it would?"
My old body, now 28 years old looked at me and grinned, "well not actually doubted but sceptical" he got out of bed and came to join me in front of the mirror, he did look fit.

I felt a stirring in my new pussy, his new shaft was at the moment soft and was about 8" long and a good 1 ½ " in diameter, he was studying his new body muttering "it's perfect, absolutely perfect" then he looked at me and took me in his arms "thank you, oh thank you.

Now I'll be able to go out with and marry Angela" as he hugged me my breasts rubbed his hard chest and I could feel him getting hard, he looked me in the eyes then kissed me, our lips melted together as I returned his kiss with passion, my arms around his neck.

I was once again a sex object, a follower not a leader a taker not a giver.
I then realised that now I did not like being a woman, but for the time being I was one and my new body was responding as one with my solid nipples and moist pussy, like it or not I was Giselle.

His hands were roaming all over my alabaster body, cleverly using his knowledge in my new body to bring me to heights of passion.
I decided to do the same, and felt between us I let out a gasp as I felt is dick, I couldn't get one hand around it and it was about 10" long, I was worried that he wouldn't fit inside me!

We separated and stroking my cheek he said "How old is your body Giselle" I answered "19" he stroked my hair and whispered "in that case you are a virgin, as I was one until I was 21".

I slapped my hand to my mouth in terror; he was far too big for me! As it was; my pussy had never had anything at all in it.
I was about to protest that he was too big for me when he smiled and stroked my face saying “look Giselle I know I am too big for you, but do you think you can do something to ease the pain in my wonderful shaft, I never realised the feeling a man gets when he has and hard on, my god its primeval and wonderful.”

Still stroking me the late Giselle said, "Thank you, oh thank you for choosing me to get this wonderful body.
And it was, the new Tony had classic good looks, chiselled jaw broad chest hard pectoral muscles, a washboard stomach tapering to a trim waist with an enormous erection which I couldn't take my eyes off it, it was about 10" long and 1 ½"thick with a vivid purple head.
The heat coming off it was amazing as my hand ran up and down it moving the foreskin backwards and forwards.

He moaned, I suddenly though he deserves more than this for not taking my cherry. I bent down and kissed the head of his rampant manhood.
I kissed and licked my way around his monster then I opened my mouth and started taking him, licking and sucking my way down his manhood, as his monster hit the back of my throat I gagged but soon I had overcome the gagging reflex and I deep throated him.
I was now on my knees worshiping his glorious manhood, he was running his fingers through my hair and moaning my name then he cried out and I felt a torrent of his seed hose into my mouth, I tried to swallow it all but some seeped out of the corner of my mouth, it tasted wonderful.

He slipped his hands under my arms and lifted me up kissing me passionately, whispering, "now it's your turn."
He must have seen the look of terror in my eyes because he licked my lips and gently said "with this you silly girl".

He started kissing and licking his way down my new female body, my nipples were rigid, and far more sensitive than I remembered soon I was moaning in absolute pleasure. Grinding my hips, as he kissed down my lithe body licking my belly button down to the small heart shaped patch of very soft very blonde pubic hair.
I fell back onto the bed and he flipped my long shapely legs over his shoulders and started to eat my womanhood.

My body shook with orgasms and I moaned and writhed as the orgasms wracked my young body; soon they became continuous and my body was wracked in pleasure.
I was moaning screaming panting my hands were teasing my very sensitive nipples God it was good, but not as earth shattering as I had found my male orgasms to be – I realised that I seriously wanted to be a man again."

He stopped talking and looked at me nestled up against him then asked "Christina do you ever feel like that", "like what" I answered "you know, do you ever want to be a man again?"
I stirred in his arms "no not in the slightest" he persisted by asking, "What never, even during your periods."
I looked up at him and clearly pronouncing every word I replied, "I NEVER EVER WANT TO BE A MAN AGAIN – UNDERSTAND!"
I carried on "in fact if I suddenly found myself a man again I would probably commit suicide, now carry on and drop the subject".

He was taken aback by the fierceness of my response took a deep breath and carried on. "Once I had gave him several orgasms with my hands and mouth, we showered and got dressed, it was so strange to be putting Bra's and sexy thongs on, I had to wear skirts as with loosing the 2" in height the trousers in my new wardrobe wouldn't fit me, so I dressed in a denim mini skirt and a cream silk tunic with a draped neckline.

He of course dressed in my old clothes; I made coffee as by now it was next morning, as we talked I thanked him from the bottom of my heart for not taking my virginity.
He smiled gently and said that he knew that his new manhood was too big for me, but it was ideal for the woman he loved (as apparently she liked well endowed men --- well she certainly had one here!)

We started talking about money, and property the new Tony insisted that I kept the flat, I protested vehemently that it was worth way more that the agreed price for the change, but he insisted and finally I had to agree or else we would get nowhere.

Now came the complex part of the agreement.

I asked him to contact my old bank and transfer the money into my new account, which he did, then I phoned my new bank unlocked the account and transferred all the money into my old account, again he protested saying that the agreed price was £1,000,000 and he was determined to pay it, I argued that he has given me the flat, but he got onto his bank, made sure that he had the funds across and transferred one million back into Giselle's account.

He then said he had to go as he had to start getting to know the love of his life now he was a man.
He kissed me on the cheek and wished me all the best in my new life and left.
I sat there now as an 18-year-old stunning blond with a figure to die for, a million pounds in the bank and another million in the flat I now owned.

AND I absolutely hated being a woman again!

He paused again for a drink of water; I looked up at him kissed him on the cheek and whispered "so what happens next?
Times marching on and we've only a couple of hours to breakfast" he surprised me by tickling me and he had me squealing and writhing all over the bed.

"Its your fault for wanting to know ever little detail" he chided me. I lay there for a second with his face inches away from mine then I slid my free arm around his neck and kissed him passionately as his tongue brushed across my lips I allowed him into my mouth and our tongues entwined – it was wonderful. I broke the kiss and ordered him to carry on with his story.

He took a second drink of water and continued "well you remember the procedure for getting myself a female body" I nodded "well I had to go through it all again to find a suitable male body, but this time I realised that this would probably be the last change I would be able to do so it had to be the perfect man.
The man I wanted to spend the rest of my life being". This ‘the last change’ caught my attention "why was this then?" I asked.

He looked at me and said, "when I sat and thought as Giselle I realised that there was a lot missing from when I had been Christina.
It seemed that every change I did diluted my knowledge of being the person I was before, take now. I know I used to inhabit that beautiful sexy body of yours, but that is all I don't know much else, your likes, dislikes, past life, anything like that."

I was amazed "you mean all you know is you used to be me, and nothing else" he nodded gravely and said "after I changed into CJ I cannot remember how to make the potion or he incantations."
I whistled through my teeth "WOW so you are now CJ for life?" he nodded and I felt elated, "right I continued carry on, this is getting really interesting now"

He took another drink and a deep breath and continued "So I put the messages onto sites and as with last time got a load of odd balls and weirdo's answering, there were many more men wanting to be women than women wanting to be men.

So sifting through the responses took a long time, finally by the end of March I had a shortlist of seven, I asked of photos of them.
The list was quickly narrowed down to 4 as three of them were over 240 lbs and that was not what I wanted (2 of the four offered me over 5 million to swap with them!)

So I went onto the final four, all were in the age group I wanted 30 to 35, all had good jobs, and all were loaded, I sent them some photo's of Giselle but this time I asked them to offer my a price for possessing this gorgeous female body.

And then I threw them a baited line; I told them that I was still a virgin, and I wanted to meet each of them in London to make my selection, I had decided that money was not going to be the main factor in making my mind up, personality and the type of job they did was the over-riding factor.

The prices offered ranged from 2 million to 6 million and all of them were willing to meet me in London, so dates were arranged and I met them all, when they saw me in the flesh three of them positively drooled.

I got the feeling that Giselle would not like to be them, then I met CJ, he was the only one that didn't drool, but he still couldn't take his eyes off me.
He asked me sensible questions and really was very sincere; he had a good job in R & D of 3D photocopying, a degree in Engineering and Computer science and a sizable fortune.

By now all my money was in a Swiss account, and the access was known only by me, I knew I could remove this information from the new Giselle.
So I asked him if he wanted to change lives, he jumped at the chance even though I told him it would be for life, he asked when the change would be and I told him tomorrow at my apartment for him to be there at seven in the evening. Then we would sort out all the details.

I made the potion the next day and waited. Giselle also had an account in the UK, I would give him that number to transfer his money into for after the change, I also gave him the flat as I would be flying back to California the next day.

He arrived exactly at seven that evening, I had him transfer the 2.5 million pounds into the numbered Swiss account, which he did.

I gave him all the details of his new accounts when he was Giselle and told him he could either move his money across now or wait until he was Giselle.
He decided to see if the change would work, so after showing him his new bedroom (Giselle's) and getting him to undress in the spare bedroom while I undressed in Giselle's bedroom, we both wore towelling dressing gowns I had bought specially for the change, his was a feminine design, mine more masculine we dripped the blood into the potions, he took the pink one as I took the blue one and we went into our bedrooms.

I shouted for him to drink the potion the same time as myself, and the deed was done, tomorrow I would be a man again and I was elated!

The next morning I was awoken but an excited squeal as a totally naked Giselle bounded into my bedroom, flung her arms around my neck and kissed me all over my face. Thanking me for making her dreams come true (I knew then I had chosen the right person to change with, her reaction was so much like yours).

As he said this he looked at me, I smiled warmly up at him and prompted, "carry on".

"I was now fully awake with this nubile young girl hugging and kissing me, I knew I was all man from the reaction of my shaft. I told Giselle to calm down and act like the girl she now was – and get some clothes on.
This chastened he and she scampered off to shower and dress. I meanwhile got out of bed and inspected my body, I was well pleased with the exchange and gleefully flexed my muscles – thank god I was a man again.

I dressed in male clothes for the first time in a month and it felt great, went through to the kitchen to make coffee to be joined by an excited Giselle dressed in a tight fitting pink mini dress she was so happy it was unreal.
Her make up was flawless as was her hair, she had 4" black patent shoes on and couldn't wait to go shopping – a total girl now.

Again I sat her down and reminded her to change the money from her old account to her new one, which I eventually did for another thing I removed from her memory was her (now my) account details.
So not only did I transfer a considerable amount into Giselle's account I moved my money from the Swiss account into my new American bank account.
The new Giselle, well she was literally bouncing up and down of the seat wanting to go shopping and enjoy her new life.

It was now ten in the morning as we made ready to go out, she put on a white faux fur ¾ jacket picked up a black patent shoulder bag gave me another kiss to say thanks and we both left.
Her to explore the wonderful world of shopping, as a total woman and me to go back to my hotel and arrange a flight back to the states!

I flew back later the same day, arriving home god knows what time, but even though I was knackered I was elated to be a man again, but CJ had not been totally truthful to me.

He had accepted a job in the UK, which meant that I was committed to coming to work in the UK, but I assumed that I would never see you again!"

As he said that he smiled at me and continued "and I assumed that since I would never see you again, I wouldn't fall in love with you - again!

As it ended up I was wrong on both counts. But when I found out that the company I was going to work for came to the British Grand Prix.

I knew that there would be a good chance of seeing you again, I could only hope that I didn't fall in love with you – but I did, twice in two lives"

He finished his story and looked longingly at me.

I was thoughtful, very thoughtful. When he changed into CJ he thought he would be far away in America never to see me again.
It was by accident that we were sharing the same bed, granted him in a track suit.

I stared at him deep into his eyes, fixing my gaze on him I slowly said to him "that IS the total honest truth" he stared back at me and soberly said "Yes Christina I swear on my life and on the lives of my unborn children."

I sighed and asked him, "Exactly what can you remember about your past?". He still held my gaze and answered, "about being you? Nothing except I know I once was you; I know nothing of your life, your likes and dislikes, your parents absolutely nothing. About being Tony, again very little, I knew that I was hopelessly in love with you, I remember from when I became Tony, and that's all.”

He took a breath and continued, “About being Giselle, again not a lot because I think I was not her for very long, less than a month in total."

He dried up still looking into my eyes, I held his gaze and whispered "and about making the potion?"

He sighed "nothing, nothing at all, it's like it's been a fairy tale all this changing lives – mind you it's probably a good thing as we all seem contented in the lives we have now".

I nodded my head in agreement, thinking deeply about what he had just told me. I knew what my heart was saying but my head had to agree, he lay there quietly as if knowing the turmoil I was in.

Finally I said to him "you said as Tony you were hopelessly in love with me, what about now as CJ"?

He sighed and dropped his eyes, in a very small voice he whispered "Now, I think I love you more than I did when I was Tony, with Tony there was never any hope of you loving me back, but now I live in hope, whatever you do, whatever you decide, I will abide by, it's me that's hurt you."

He said this from the heart and it touched me deeply, and my head aligned itself with my heart.

I touched his cheek, “please look at me,” the pleading in my voice must have been apparent as he looked at me and held my gaze.

I said, "please don't interrupt me while I say this, and once I've said it please do not argue".
He looked downcast and nodded but held my gaze, my deep blue eyes staring into his beautiful hazel eyes.

I began "Before tonight I was hopelessly in love with you, then you dropped the bombshell that you used to actually BE ME.

This made me think that you had used what you knew about my likes and dislikes to make me love you". He was about to protest when I carried on "SHUT UP, you told me your story about how you came to be here, as CJ, I have been in absolute turmoil, going through every emotion known to a woman and some others as well and I have decided that."

I paused there to catch my breath (and for effect) then once I had calmed myself I continued, "I am hopelessly in love with you, and if you want to, we can carry on from midnight last night when I was deliriously happy - AND we NEVER, NEVER mention what we have just talked about again"

The look on his face was a mixture of joy, happiness, relief and pleasure, he looked at me and said "you sure?"
I nodded, and then we came together his strong arms around my petite feminine body, kissing, stroking, nibbling and teasing my body through the satin of my wrap and nightdress.

I whispered, "we have an hour, are we going to sleep or what? If it's or what then take your clothes off and join me under the covers.

To be continued, the next two instalments will bring us up to the present day our marriage and my pregnancy, and of course giving birth.
I never thought I would say those words, but every time I say them, My Pregnancy, I relish their meaning