The Silent Girl II

School went as usual. Mary had her interpreter with her everywhere on
the school grounds. After school, she would tutor me on my subjects, so
I wouldn't fail them. I couldn't tell whether she was just being
friendly or trying to groom me into being a proper partner for her.
Bullies would mess with Mary every so often. I would kick their ass.

Finally, softball season began. I had always thought it immature of the
guys to assume that all softball players were Lesbians. Now, I had
nothing to say against it. Mary showed up to my games but was silent
the whole time while the crowds cheered. I got a few hits a game. It
was the only thing I was really good at.

In addition to softball practice, I also went to the gym. Mary started
going as well but never spoke to me. Instead, she listened to music
through her headphones and ignored me. I wondered whether she just
wanted to be near me or whether she was preparing for being a man. I
guess she didn't want to be a man that looked like a meth-head. I just
assumed the magical change from female to male would increase her muscle
size. I guess she wasn't leaving anything to chance.

"Your birthday is coming up," she reminded me.

"Yeah, big deal," I said.

"You will be eighteen, an adult. You will be able to do things you
couldn't do before," she said.

"Yeah, and when I get charged with a crime, I'll get punished harder," I
said darkly.

"Just don't get caught," she smiled.

I chuckled at that. "I have to get home," I told her and walked down
the streets. I could never afford a car nor my mom for that matter. I
was close enough that I could just walk to school. I used my key to
enter my piece-of-shit house and then noticed the TV was on. Of course,
it was. That's all my mother ever did was watch TV. The screen was
static, we had an antenna TV. I went over to adjust the antenna when I
saw her. She was on the floor near the rocking chair. I went over to my
mother's body and saw the needle still in her arm. She wasn't
breathing.

"Oh fuck!" I whispered as I got the phone.

"What is the nature of your emergency?" the dispatcher asked.

"I need an ambulance," I shouted.

***

The ambulance came and then the cops. They asked me some questions
about who sold my mother the lethal concoction of drugs. They then
asked if I had any relatives I could stay with. I had no answers to
give. Since I was nearly eighteen anyway, they decided to just let me
stay at the house without needing to have the foster care system deal
with me.

Somehow, someway, Mary knew of the situation. She came by my house in a
simple car so no one would think it odd. "I'm so sorry for your loss,"
she said. "I can pay for any expenses you may have for the funeral,"
she offered.

"You see, now everything's weird," I said to her.

"What's weird?" she asked confused.

"Now, every time you offer to help me or show interest in what I like to
do, I feel it's because you want something of me," I said to her.

"It's not like that," she said.

"How did you know my mother was dead? None of my other classmates knew
of it," I said choking up. "I hardly ever talked about her to you."

She said nothing. "You've been spying on me," I accused.

"No," she said shaking her head.

"No, not directly. You have people to do that for you," I said. She
said nothing, not even trying to deny the truth.

"If I can help, shouldn't I?" she asked finally.

"You're fattening me up, Mary. You're trying to make me better. I can
see it," I said.

"And what is wrong with that?" she asked defensively.

"Because you don't want me as just some fuck-buddy to make you a man.
You want me as a partner, and I will never measure up. You will hound
me to better myself my entire life. I will do nothing but fail you. I'm an
idiot, a delinquent, and a loser," I said tearfully.

"You know what?" she asked rhetorically. "You are a loser and you
always have been. I could pour a million dollars into you, and you
would still be a loser compared to me. But after ten, twenty, thirty
years the gap between us would disappear. Do you think yourself dumber
than a ten-year-old rich kid who has the best schooling? You have
experience I don't have. And no one can call you a loser in front of
me. I'll destroy them," she said.

"I would pollute your gene pool. I would give you retard kids," I told
her.

"Don't talk like that," she shook her head. "Look, after the funeral,
you should stay with me," she offered.

"I have a house here," I said stubbornly.

"Yeah, you're about to be foreclosed on," she replied awkwardly.

I simply stared at her. She knew everything about my situation. I had
simply failed to ask for help. My pride had hurt me. This rich girl
was handing me everything, and I was too stupid and stubborn to ask for
help.

"If I stay, I help out in some way," I agreed.

"I have plenty of servants," she said.

"I know you do," I allowed. "Just let me earn my stay," I said. "For
dignity's sake."

She nodded in understanding. "I have a few things in mind."

***

At the funeral, the only ones to show up were the priest, Mary, and
myself. It was a normal cloudy day. The priest said some words and then
the casket was lowered into the ground. Once the priest was gone, Mary
turned to me.

"I could probably find your father," she offered.

"Don't bother," I replied.

***

I arrived at Mary's mansion with a few bags. "May I help you with
those, Miss," a servant said as we entered.

"Err...," I said not knowing how to respond.

"Yes," Mary replied to the servant who promptly took my bags away. Mary
then turned to me. "For the first week, you are my guest. If you need
anything, the servants will provide it. You are not to do any work.
Understood?" she said.

"Sure," I allowed.

"I recommend not telling anyone at school about this arrangement. It
would raise questions," Mary advised.

"Right," I agreed.

"Your phone will ring at 5:30 a.m. Fifteen minutes later, a servant
will knock on your door to make sure you're awake. Breakfast is at 6:30
a.m. The driver will take us to school at 7:15 a.m," Mary said.

"Got it," I said not caring for the early wake-up time. Since school
started at 8, I would sometimes wake up thirty minutes prior, grab a
pop-tart, and then walk my way to school just in time.

"I recommend going to sleep no later than 10 p.m.," she advised.

"Can I go to unpack?" I asked awkwardly.

"Of course," Mary said letting me go.

I went through the halls and found my guest room. My bags were already
present on the floor. It didn't take long for me to set up. I looked at
myself in the mirror. I looked like hell. I then went back to go find
Mary. She was on the phone, and I couldn't help but overhear the
conversation.

"I have a new assignment for you," she said. She then proceeded to give
my former address. "Yes, the same place," she said. "I want you to
track down a dealer. I'll give you the full details tomorrow," she said
and then hung up.

I acted like I didn't overhear and then gave her a fake smile. "Well,
what's next?"

"You have anything to swim in?" she asked.

"Yeah, sure," I said.

"Get changed then," she told me.

"It's freezing outside," I protested.

"My pool is inside. The water is warm," she assured me.

"Oh, well, I'll be ready in just a moment," I said leaving to go find my
room again.

I quickly got into my red bikini and took my sandals. A maid then
directed me to the pool area. Once I got there, it was a room the size
of my old house but it was a swimming pool. The temperature was warm.
Mary was already present wearing a t-shirt and shorts with a one-piece
bathing suit underneath. She also wore a hair cap and shaded goggles
making it impossible for me to see her eyes. Her outfit was entirely
black. I looked very feminine in comparison.

I tested the water and found it warm. Mary eyed me from the surface as
I went for a swim. She eventually got in herself but was being lazy
about it. I couldn't help but think she was eyeing my body, but it was
impossible to tell with her shaded goggles. Maybe that was her
intention, to keep me from being able to notice her eyeing me. Was she
inspecting me for any physical imperfections like a doctor or did she
find me sexy? Was this her way of using the male gaze without being
caught? If it was, it was quite clever. Usually, guys didn't even make
an effort to hide their gaze. It was obvious now what this was about.
I was the prey and Mary was the hunter.

After our swimming session, Mary grabbed a towel and gave me one as
well. "You don't have a bikini?" I asked her as I dried my hair.

"I've always been a bit modest when it comes to swimwear," she said
simply.

She took off her goggles and looked at me. There was no sign of
elevator eyes or sexual hunger. She was either really good or didn't
care. I then felt really self-conscious that I was not being eye-balled
by her.

"I know your voice changed but were there any mental changes?" I asked
finally.

She simply stared at me. "What do you mean?"

"Do you find me attractive?" I asked bluntly.

"I am trying to figure that out," she said honestly.

"Anything I can do to help?" I smiled mischievously.

"For most boys, they can fall in love with a pretty face. I have my own
strategy," she said vaguely.

***

At school, Mary and I rarely communicated. After school, she forced me
to do all my homework and study for tests before I could go with her
back to her place. I contemplated quitting the softball team, but Mary
encouraged me to keep going. She could easily go home and get a driver
to pick me up later, but she didn't. She watched my practices and then
my games.

At her house, Mary showed me her own athletic ability. The two of us
suited up in her game room. "You ready?" she smirked as she put her
mask down.

"Can't be that hard," I said taking the sword like a baseball bat.

She laughed at me and quickly got a hit on my suit. I swung at her, but
she easily blocked me. She got my leg. "These are not lethal strikes,"
I pointed out.

"In fencing, the only thing that matters is that I get a hit," she said.

The two of us practiced fencing for an hour where she easily kicked my
ass. She was so fast putting all of her energy into a few quick strikes.
I had no chance against her, and I could tell she was holding back too.

"What is this supposed to prove?" I asked frustrated.

"You have brute strength. You can hit hard, run hard, and wrestle a kid
down. However, you don't have precision. With precision, you can excel
in fencing, table tennis, badminton, and pool," she listed off.

"Those aren't real sports," I said dismissively.

She smirked at me. "You are better than me in these so-called real
sports. We have much we can learn from each other."

"Sure," I allowed and gave my sword over to her.

***

Over the weekend, we watched a boring movie on the television. There
was one scene that gave me goosebumps from Pride and Prejudice:

"No one can be really esteemed accomplished, who does not greatly
surpass what is usually met with. A woman must have a thorough knowledge
of music, singing, drawing, dancing, and the modern languages, to
deserve the word; and besides all this, she must possess a certain
something in her air and manner of walking, the tone of her voice, her
address and expressions, or the word will be but half deserved.''

"Oh fuck," I realized.

Mary seemed to love this movie while I was bored to tears. Still, after
watching that scene I knew my "training" would continue. Mary wouldn't
stop until I was a "lady" worthy of her circles.

As predicted, Mary had me do ballroom dance classes. Of course, she was
perfect in her steps. Mary signed to me while in front of the dance
teacher. "Okay, she basically wants to learn the man's dancing role," I
paraphrased.

"Certainly," the dance teacher agreed.

When the week was over, Mary put me to work in the kitchen. She watched
as I worked with the kitchen staff making everyone a little nervous.
Even though this was a job, Mary was treating it as a way to groom me
into her successor. On other days, we worked on gardening. One
weekend, I found her in the garage working on a car.

"Don't you have a mechanic?" I asked her.

"I do, but I am tearing the engine apart, not putting it together," she
explained.

"You know, not all men work on cars. It's just a stereotype," I said.

"Is that what you think I am doing?" she asked.

"Yeah, you're making me do all of these life skill classes to become a
"lady" and you're taking opposite gender classes," I said as if it were
obvious.

"These so-called classes are supposed to be for everyone, not just one
gender," she rejected.

"Please, how many of your kind work on cars?" I said dismissively.

"Let's say, for the sake of argument, that I am doing this prepare for my
new role. What's wrong with that?" she asked as she took another piece
off.

"Nothing wrong at all. It's actually quite smart. I just think you
have the two gender roles fixed in your mind. I know more about fixing
cars than most boys," I said.

"Our roles really should have been reversed," she said frustrated.

I grinned at that. "If I were changing into a boy, you wouldn't have
given me a second thought."

Mary said nothing for a while. She then got out from underneath the
vehicle and then went to the tool desk. She touched a folder. "What's
that?" I asked.

"The drug dealer that sold what killed your mother: I found him," she
said seriously.

My voice choked up upon hearing about my mother. "So, what?" I said
tearing up.

"I can end him," she said.

"Like, call the cops on him?" I asked.

"No, end him," she said seriously.

I stared at her. She was deadly serious. I knew that with her
connections and money, she could probably have this man killed and be
totally clear of it. It was true that I hated this man for selling my
mother drugs.

"No, my mother made her choice, and it wasn't me," I said sadly. "She
wasn't murdered. She did it to herself. Just have him arrested," I
said.

"Okay," Mary agreed.

I never heard what happened to the drug dealer. Maybe, Mary had already
killed him and was simply asking my permission after-the-fact. Maybe,
he was never found or maybe he eventually was arrested. I never cared
to look into it.

***

Mary loaded two shotgun cartridges into her double-barreled shotgun.
"Let's move," she said.

The two of us went outside and met our hunting instructor Mary had
hired. I wasn't carrying a weapon. I was supposed to be Mary's
interpreter. As we went through the marshlands, the instructor went on-
and-on about hunting tips. Every so often, Mary would sign to me, and I
would loosely interpret what she meant.

Mary didn't seem to be enjoying herself. It was more about proving to
herself that she could fit the role. She was auditioning for the role
of a man. Finally, a flock of geese came our way. Mary took aim and
fired. The blast nearly knocked her to the ground, but she remained
steady despite the kick of the weapon. One goose fell into the water
blasted with pellets.

"Nice shot," the instructor complimented.

Mary's dog then went over and fetched the dead goose. Once the
instructor was gone, we could talk again. "Why do you do things you
don't like to do?" I asked.

"It's for appearance sake," she said simply.

"You're rich. You can have fried duck whenever you want," I pointed
out.

"I am joining a sex that stormed the beaches of Normandy. A lot of what
men do is not because they enjoy it," she said.

"So, is some nerd that plays Warcraft no longer a man?" I asked
rhetorically.

"What do you want in a man?" she asked finally.

"I don't know, good looks I guess," I said vaguely.

"His personality?" she clarified.

"Someone who likes to have fun with me. Someone who can be formal and
respectable with strangers, but down-to-Earth with me. I want someone
that isn't needy all the time," I said.

"Good in bed as well," Mary added.

"Goes without saying," I smirked.

Mary decided to change the subject. "I am hosting a birthday party at
my place. I am inviting the whole school to come. I would like you at
my side to act as an interpreter," she said.

"No problem," I agreed. "But wouldn't you want something more private?"
I asked.

"We can do that when it's your birthday," she replied.

***

At the big birthday party, the two of us dressed nicely in feminine
dresses. A DJ played music, lots of food and drinks were provided, the
indoor pool was open, ping pong and pool tables were available to use,
and the living room was large enough for a dance floor. To advertise
the event, I told everyone about it since Mary couldn't for obvious
reasons.

As it started, Mary showed herself on the second floor looking down at
the crowd. She signed me a simple phrase. "Welcome everyone. Have
fun," I said to the crowd.

For most of the party, I stayed at Mary's side. Many came to her to
thank her for the party including handsome boys. Mary always signed the
same thing: "Thank you." It became incredibly awkward when some of the
boys tried to flirt with her, and I had to sign back her responses.

Still, I wasn't always with her. "Moving up in the world, aren't we?"
one girl said to me.

I immediately wanted to call her a bitch but stopped myself. "I am just
an interpreter," I shrugged.

"Heard about your mom. So sad," said bitch continued.

"Thank you for your sympathy," I replied politely.

Mary seemed to be aware of the conversation and moved in. She signed
that she needed help with something. "Sure, I'll help," I said making
it obvious why I had to leave.

Mary took me aside. "You alright?" she whispered.

"Yeah, I've dealt with bitches before," I said keeping my cool.

"Just wait until the party is over," she said cryptically.

After that, Mary didn't speak to me with her voice again. The birthday
activities went off perfectly and not once did Mary expose her voice to
anyone. I marveled at her discipline. I wouldn't be able to keep my
mouth shut.

After the party, the servants began the cleanup. Mary and I helped as
well to shorten the time it would take to get the mess cleaned up. Mary
had all the doors in her house locked except for the bathrooms to avoid
teenage shenanigans.

"Really?" I smirked as she reopened each door.

"Would you want it in your house?" she asked and then kicked herself for
mentioning my soon to be sold off house.

"I guess not. It's just funny that you would expect it," I said.

"I am just as aware of it as you even if I don't have the experience,"
she said.

"You saying I'm a slut?" I said in mock outrage.

"Yes," she smirked.

"If you become a man, you can't say that," I lectured.

"And why is that?" she asked.

"It's not polite," I replied.

"What does it matter the sex of the speaker?" she pressed.

"Men are generally in charge. They're the boss. If a boss insults me,
I fear for my job and livelihood. I fear to disappoint him. If a
subordinate or peer insults me, I don't give a fuck," I said.

"I am going to become that boss," Mary said thoughtfully.

"Nah, you will always be you...just with a dick," I mocked.

She shook her head at my vulgarity. I then went over to her and kissed
her on the lips. She gave me a look of surprise but accepted it. We
both looked at each other surprised. "Well," I said awkwardly. "See
you in the morning."

I walked off leaving Mary speechless. What had I just done? Aside from
the curse, I had just kissed Mary. It just seemed like the right thing
to do at the moment. We had been through so much, and it was her
birthday. Still, I felt I overstepped my bounds.

***

At breakfast the next morning, Mary didn't initially mention the kiss.
The nature of the curse was not overly clear. Did I cause Mary to
change more than she already had? Was I going to become a boy too? I
checked for any signs of it in the mirror and when I was in the shower
but found no indication.

She finally sighed. "That was risky last night," she said.

"Look, I'm sorry. It was impulsive," I admitted.

"Do you have any signs or symptoms?" she asked.

"No, you?" I asked.

"No, other than my voice. I almost wondered if your kiss would reverse
it," she said sadly.

"So, you haven't accepted the inevitable," I pointed out.

"If there is a chance I can remain female and fix my voice, I would do
it," she said seriously.

"Okay, let's not wait then," I said.

"We have to wait for you to become eighteen," she said.

"Fine," I agreed.

A man in a suit approached Mary and gave her a folder. She looked over
it briefly and handed it back to him. He wasn't one of the normal
servants in the house. Mary didn't speak or sign to him. He then
departed.

"Anything up?" I asked curiously.

"No, just business," she said vaguely.

***

My name is Mary, and I have her now. After lunch at school, I ditched
the rest of my classes. I would have Liz picked up later by my driver.
I got into my car alone and headed into the countryside. In the glove
compartment was a pistol fully loaded. As I got closer to my
destination, the excitement went through me. I took a country road and then
took a dirt road. I came across the house, parked the car, and took the
pistol.

I approached the house and knocked on the door. The door opened
revealing the old woman, my Aunt Debra. I pointed the pistol
at her. She backed up and allowed me inside. I looked to my right and
left to make sure no one else was in the house. "Sit," I told her.

She complied and then I closed the door. "Now, you're going to reverse
this spell," I told her.

"You won't kill me. You can't kill," she said calling my bluff.

"You so sure I haven't already," I said to her.

She stared at me wondering whether I was bluffing. "Go ahead and kill
me. I can't reverse the spell."

"Maybe if I kill you, the spell will reverse itself," I said.

"No, it doesn't work that way," she told me.

"If I get a woman to complete the spell, what happens to her?" I asked.

"Nothing happens to her. Only you will change," she said.

"What of any children that are produced?" I continued.

"Nothing," she repeated.

"And it is irreversible?" I asked.

"Right, irreversible," she agreed.

"Give me a good reason why I shouldn't kill you now," I said pointing
the pistol at her.

"Other than I am your aunt?" she said angrily.

"Yeah, other than that," I said coldly.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"You're going to do the same thing you did to me to my cousins. You're
going to make my male cousins all female. I will be the only male heir
in this family," I demanded.

She stared at me in shock. I put the pistol on single action as she
hesitated. "Alright," she agreed.

"You will make it so that I remember they were once male. If they're
not female within the week, I will be coming for you," I threatened.

"You're no different than me," she hissed at me.

"I didn't start this war, but I will finish it," I replied.

"You will find living as a man won't be so simple. You'll break just as
your uncle predicted," she said.

"We'll see," I replied back to her.

I got into my car, placed the pistol in the glove compartment, and then
drove off back to my house. I had lost the battle but won the war.

***

Once I got home, Liz was already home. "Where did you go off to?" she
asked with her usual spunk.

"Business," I lied.

She shrugged disinterestedly. Could I really trust this girl to be my
partner? She was from a broken home, a horrible student, and filled with
defiance. It would take years to reform her. That said, she was the
only one I could really trust. There was also that thing about her
looks that made it difficult to focus rationally. Her long blond hair
had been made perfectly healthy after the treatments I had given her.
She was athletic and healthy-looking. More than just that, she
looked...sexy maybe. Her breasts were the same size as mine although I
was never able to get a good look. I used my disability to get out of
gym and so I never saw any of my female classmates naked in the showers.

Her appearance, her walk, her voice, and her attitude were intoxicating.
For fear of the curse, I never sexually stimulated myself. I didn't
want to wake up with a dick the next morning. I wanted her so badly
each and every day but had to keep it in check. Her birthday was so
close.

"I'm taking a shower. You know who to call if you need anything," I
said to her.

"Yeah, sure," she said.

I had been very protective of her since her mother had died. Was it
because we were friends or something more? I considered using her to
change me into a man and then I would choose among the rich and
influential heiresses for a wife. That would be the smart thing to do.
I could then give Liz a significant thank you gift.

I undressed and entered the shower. I didn't care about the curse
anymore. I had threatened my aunt with a pistol to her head. She
really couldn't reverse the spell. No one would try to call my bluff
with a pistol to their head. I wasn't willing to kill her. I was no
murderer. Still, I felt dirty for even thinking about it. I had
criticized Liz for being fucked up. In reality, I was even worse.

I rubbed my nipples as water poured over my head. Soon, they would
become smaller and less sensitive. I squeezed and circled them as if
this would be the last time. I grasped my breasts and felt how full
they were. I couldn't imagine them suddenly gone. I then went down to my
clit and rubbed myself. It had been so long that it shocked myself. I
held the railing for support as I continued rubbing furiously. Soon, it
would become a dick. Would it be long or short, thin or thick?

I couldn't penetrate myself without breaking my hymen. I was still a
virgin for fear of cursing some guy. I would never have a boyfriend or
a husband. Any man I touched would become female soon thereafter. If I
touched them again, then I would become a man. As I rubbed, I imagined
Liz naked in front of me in the shower.

"Oh fuck," I moaned as I felt it happen.

Inside my body, I felt an incredible sensation from my female orgasm.
After I gathered myself together, I felt guilty and ashamed for even
thinking of Liz in that way. I washed my hair and washed my whole body
as usual and then exited the shower. My bathroom was connected to my
room so there was no possibility of having an accidental encounter with
Liz.

I got dressed in PJs and found Liz finishing an assignment. I didn't
even have to ask her to do it. Maybe there was still hope for her, after
all. My sexual frustration satisfied for the moment, I felt bored with
her. Aside from my physical attraction to her body, was there anything
I liked about her? She was rebellious, vulgar, and fun sometimes. It
was in great contrast to myself. The biggest thing, perhaps the only
thing that mattered, was my trust in her. She wouldn't rat me out to
the press or my competitors.

"I need you to do a medical test," I said finally as she finished.

"What kind of test?" she asked confused.

"An STD test," I said flatly.

"I haven't had sex since we met," she said defensively.

"I need it done," I said seriously.

"Well, fuck it. When and where?" she asked.

I simply stared at her trying to read her. I placed a folder in front
of her. "This is my test," I said handing it over.

"I don't need to read it. Probably couldn't understand it even if I
wanted to," she said.

"I just want to create trust between us. I show you everything, and you
show me yours," I said.

"Alright," she agreed.

"If anything comes up, I'll have it taken care of," I assured her.

"Nothing will come up," she said annoyed.

I took my folder back and walked off. "Good talk," she said
sarcastically behind me.

***

Liz's test came back negative as expected. I just had to be absolutely
sure. I offered to have her paperwork filed away. She had a better
idea. She burned it. "Are you mad?" I asked her.

"No, it's smart," she said nonchalantly.

"I also have another test for you," I said reluctantly.

"What kind of test now?" she asked annoyed.

"A fertility test," I said simply.

She simply stared at me. "What?" she asked incredulously.

"I need to know if you can have children," I clarified.

"I know what fertility means," she said annoyed. "This goes beyond just
having sex to make you a man."

"I am just going to lay everything out for you. I want a relationship
with you after the change has occurred and maybe marriage later," I
said. "So, I need to know if you're fertile."

"So, if I am not fertile, you'll throw me away?" she asked.

"There's no point in discussing it until the test comes back," I
reasoned.

"No, you wouldn't want me as a partner if I was infertile, right? Let's
lay it all out," she insisted.

"Correct, I would not. Having children is important to me especially if
I am going to change my sex for it. Now, if it was a condition that
could be fixed or was only temporary, that would be one thing. If it
is a permanent condition...," I let it hang.

"I get it. What about yourself? What if you're infertile as a man? I
wouldn't put it past the bitch," Liz said darkly.

"It's possible," I allowed. "I will get tested if and when the change
occurs."

"Okay, fine," Liz agreed.

I was surprised by her demeanor. I was expecting more resistance. Was
she warming up to the relationship idea? Under her circumstances why
wouldn't she? "So, how many kids do you want to have?" she asked.

"I don't care about the number. I can provide for several," I said. "I think
it should be up to the woman. She's the one that has to deal with the
pregnancies and births," I said.

"I just wondered if you would want me to be a baby-making machine," she
smiled sadly.

"If we were married, I would send you to school so you could get a
decent career," I said seriously.

"You wouldn't just have me as a trophy wife?" she grinned.

"Why can't I have both?" I said jokingly.

She then became serious. "If we're not together, I can't stay here
forever. After graduation, I should move on."

"If we're together, I will provide for every need you have. If things
don't work out, I will give you a large sum of money for you to make a
new start. I don't want you to feel pressured to be with me if you
don't want to," I said.

"You would do that?" she asked stunned.

"I knew what I was getting into when I offered to have you come here," I
said simply.

"I'll repay you back for everything. I swear it," she said sincerely.

"Deal," I said offering my hand to her. I would never allow it though.

***

Within the week, my cousins were female with female names. I didn't
contact them to see if they enjoyed their new circumstance. Liz's
fertility test result came back positive. There was nothing to indicate
she couldn't have children. In preparation for the change, she was
given a prescription hormone patch that would prevent pregnancy.

Liz was also improving in school and was on the path to graduation with
the rest of her class. Her softball team also made it to the playoffs.
I went to every game just in case it was her last. They went all the
way to the championship game.

Liz played at short-stop, but she was mostly known for being a slugger.
The first time she was bat, she popped it up and got out. The second
time, she hit a grounder and got on first base. The third time, she
struck out swinging. Our team was losing at the moment, and I began to
prepare for how I would comfort Liz for the loss. Liz came up to bat
for the last time and hit two foul balls. I waited in silent
anticipation for the next pitch. She connected popping it up into the
air. The crowd waited as the ball came down outside the fence. It was
a home run and the team was now ahead. I bit my lip as I forced myself
to stay silent. I merely clapped. Liz gave the crowd the biggest smile
and ran the bases to home.

I was so happy for her and her success. Was this love? Was this what
it felt to be so happy for someone else? Why did I feel so proud of her
as if she was mine? All the parents clapped and cheered for their kids.
The other team didn't score the last inning. Our team had won the
championship!

Liz came over to me wide-eyed and gave me a hug. "We did it!" she said
happily.

She was sweaty with dirt on her uniform, but I didn't care. "Yes, you
did," I said to her.

She looked at my masculine attire and looked around to see if anyone
recognized me. She then leaned towards me and kissed me. Her other
teammates cheered as we kissed. I could hear them making comments about
how cute her "boyfriend" was. I smiled in spite of myself. My cross-
dressing for this event had paid off.

***

Liz's eighteenth birthday finally arrived. She wanted to keep it low-
key. I agreed, so we didn't have a big party. Instead, I made
reservations for an expensive restaurant. Since we would be in public,
I dressed in my suit and combed my short hair to look masculine. I went
to work on my face to make it more boyish. I then put my fake eyeglasses on.
When I was done, I saw a young man in the mirror. He could
have been my twin brother.

Once Liz was ready to go, I placed black gloves on my hands to disguise
the fact that they looked feminine while outside. My driver took us to
the restaurant and parked a distance away. Once we came to the counter,
Liz handled the reservation. "I have a reservation for Elizabeth
Williams," she said.

"Indeed and you must be Mark Thompson," the waiter said looking at the
form.

I simply nodded. Elizabeth showed her ID to the waiter and then we were
good to go. Had we used mine, it wouldn't have worked out well. We
were given a table for two near a window.

"This place looks really...rich," she remarked as we sat down.

"It is," I confirmed for her.

"You look great," she complimented.

"As you do," I said taking off my gloves.

Liz noticed my feminine looking hands and tried not to chuckle. The
waiter came by to get our drinks. I spoke up before Liz could order a
"coke." I ordered non-alcoholic champagne for the two of us. It
arrived shortly.

"It tastes great. Too bad they take the alcohol out of it," she said
taking a sip.

"I have plenty of the real stuff back at my place," I told her.

When it came to the food, I ordered a steak. It seemed like the manly
thing to do. Liz got herself a lobster. "This is really good," Liz
complimented as if she had lobster for the first time. Maybe it was
true.

Towards the end of the dinner, the waiter came out with a piece of
chocolate cake for the two of us. "Happy Birthday," the waiter said to
Liz as he did.

"Thanks," Liz said awkwardly.

"Everything good?" I asked her.

"Absolutely perfect," Liz said as she enjoyed her cake.

Finally, the bill came. I couldn't use my own card. My appearance
didn't match the name on the card. "You will have to use your card," I
said to Liz.

"Oh, wow, I don't have that kind of money," Liz said looking over the
bill.

"Don't worry. Money was transferred to your account for this very
purpose," I assured her.

"You think of everything," she complimented.

Liz proceeded to use her card and everything went smoothly.

***

My driver picked us up and brought us back to the house. "I am so full.
I should get some rest," Liz said as we went inside.

I tried to hide my disappointment. "Just kidding," she joked. "But I
am going to need something to drink first."

I smiled at her and went to my wine collection. I took out an old
bottle and expertly took the cork out. I poured her a glass and placed
the bottle on the table. She would need more than just one glass.

"You not drinking?" she asked.

"I think, for this, I should be completely sober," I said nervously.

She nodded and quickly finished her glass. I poured her another. She
quickly downed that glass as well. I soon realized Liz had a high
tolerance level. I poured her a third glass and took off my suit jacket
and tie.

"Don't take anything else off. That's my job," she smiled a little
tipsy.

"Very well," I replied.

She got up a little shakily and took off my tie. She threw it aside and
then started unbuttoning my dress shirt. As she got towards the end,
she could see my modified white bra. She gave me a look wondering what
the hell it was. "It keeps them flat," I said awkwardly.

"How do you breathe?" Liz asked sympathetically.

"I've had practice," I said tensing up as she worked to get it off. She
eventually got it off allowing me to breathe normally. It felt good to
have that thing off. Liz then stared at my breasts briefly. She then
fumbled around with my belt and my pant button. Having her kneel down
in her dress in front of my waist was extremely awkward but also a
little arousing somehow. She took my suit pants off my hips and down to
my ankles. I leaned down and took off my dress shoes. I was now only
in my underwear.

"Okay, my turn," I said to her.

She obliged turning her back to me. I unzipped her dress letting it
fall to the floor. She stepped out of the dress and kicked off her high
heels. I unclasped her black bra and threw it aside. She turned around
and the two of us faced each other nearly naked. I stared at her
breasts seeing them for the first time. They were intoxicating to look
at. It didn't make sense to my logic; they were simply glands meant to
feed a newborn infant. Yet, I couldn't turn my eyes away from them and
her feminine looking face.

"Looks like you're a breast kind of guy," she smirked.

"I'm sorry," I said embarrassed.

"So, it's more than just the voice. You've been fighting it mentally
too," she realized.

"You could say that," I allowed.

She kissed me on the lips. "As of tonight, you don't have to fight it
any longer."

Oh my God, I loved the feeling of her lips on mine. I wanted to take
her right then and there, but I had to control my impulses. After
kissing for a few moments, Liz then turned to the bottle. "I am going to
need one more," she said quickly drinking a glass.

I simply eyed her as she leaned down to pour a glass and then drank it
down. "So, your room or mine?" she asked brightly.

"Mine," I said barely able to concentrate.

"Let's go then," she said chipperly.

I followed her and tried to keep my focus off her hips as she walked.
She came to my room and went inside. The walls were a neutral white and
nothing feminine was left in the room. Liz looked around noticing how
bland it was. She smirked as I closed the door and locked it. The
servants were gone from the house, but I didn't want to take any chances
of being interrupted.

I walked up to her next to the bed and kissed her. We came close enough
that our breasts touched. "You know, if this doesn't work, this will be
really gay," she joked.

"What happens in this room stays in this room," I promised.

She smiled at that. She turned her attention to my breasts and rubbed
my nipples. I tensed up as pleasure shot through me. Liz expertly
rubbed and squeezed them with her fingers. She then lowered her mouth
to my nipples and began to suck. I moaned involuntarily as she sucked
on my right breast. No amount of rubbing could get the same effect as
this. I closed my eyes and let her continue. As pleasure shot through
me, I almost regretted the decision I was about to make.

I then took my turn placing my lips to her perky nipple. I sucked on
her hoping I wouldn't be too rough. She was encouraging, rubbing my
breasts and back as I worked on her. "We females sure know how to do it
right," Liz joked.

"Bad past experiences?" I asked as I switched to her left breast.

"Oh, the boys either didn't bother or were just sloppy," Liz remarked
and then sighed as I sucked hard on her.

I rubbed her right nipple as I continued to kiss her left. Liz held
onto me as she became overwhelmed by the sensation. "This feels so
nice, but you don't have to," Liz said.

"I want to," I said to her as I took a breath.

Liz bent over onto the bed with me on top of her. I continued to press
and squeeze her breasts knowing the right spots to pleasure her. Then a
milky substance shot into my mouth as I sucked on her. She squirmed as
if she were already having an orgasm. "Oh, God. Don't stop," she
tensed up as her nipple pulsed with pleasure.

I swallowed the milky substance and wondered what had caused it. I
thought a female could only nurse while pregnant or soon after birth.
"What was that?" I wondered to her.

"I don't know. I think I want to be a Lesbian from now on," Liz said
dazed.

I sighed at her ridiculousness. Then a sudden burning sensation went
through my chest. I clutched my breasts as if I was having a heart
attack. My nipples burned fiercely. "What's wrong?" Liz asked
concerned.

"It burns," I replied.

I went over to a standing mirror and saw my breasts shrink before my
eyes. Liz came over to me and watched wide-eyed as my breasts became A-
cup and then flattened completely. My nipples shrank as well. "I'm so
sorry," Liz said sympathetically.

"It had to be done," I replied tensing up in pain.

In a sense, I felt grateful they were gone. I could go out in public
without ever being exposed as a cross-dresser. I would never need breast
binding again. After my chest became flat, it started building up
again. My pectoral muscles bulged and became more pronounced. As my
chest muscles built up, my shoulder muscles expanded next. My bones and
muscles became bigger and heavier than before. As my shoulders became
broader, my biceps and triceps expanded. I stared at my hands as the
bones increased in size giving me manly hands. I wouldn't be able to
female cross-dress even if I wanted to. I wasn't becoming a bodybuilder, but
I was gaining significantly more power and strength.

"Wow, it's working," Liz said amazed. "Am I dreaming?" she wondered.

"No, this is real," I said feeling my new hands. I then looked over Liz
to make sure she wasn't changing as well. She still remained completely
female. I then fell over as other changes started happening to my lower
body.

"You okay?" Liz asked alarmed.

"I'm fine," I said as I felt a strange sensation in my legs and feet.
My legs became bulkier and more muscular. My small female feet became
bigger like that of a man. My feet went from a size six to a size
eleven within seconds. As all this occurred, body hair sprouted up on
my arm and legs. I closed my eyes as I felt pain in my face. My chin
and jawline were changing slightly. My feminine face became more
masculine until it matched my cross-dressing appearance.

My hips started changing sending me to the floor. "Mary!" Liz said
alarmed as she tried to pick me up.

She struggled as my body weight had increased by at least fifty pounds.
With her help, I got on the bed. I felt my hips becoming longer but
thinner. As my hips became more like a man, my spine expanded making me
taller by a few more inches. It wasn't too painful. Just a strange
sensation as if I was being stretched out on the bed.

Liz looked over my body in fascination. "Are you okay?" she asked
concerned.

"Can you help me up?" I asked painfully.

"Sure," Liz said helping me back to my feet. I then approached the
mirror awkwardly at first in my new larger body. I was now a few inches
taller than Liz and at least a third heavier. I wasn't sure to what
extent my mind had changed, but I was very much aware of the nearly
naked woman in my room. My male mind wanted her without delay.

I went over to her and kissed her. The effect was obvious. When we
kissed before, Liz didn't take it seriously. Now, she was aroused and
stimulated. She began to French kiss me and hold onto my larger frame.
She broke off the kiss and looked at me stunned.

"What is it?" I asked upon seeing her expression.

"Before, you were a good friend but now I really want to have sex with
you," she said amazed at my new body.

"How badly?" I asked.

She quickly took off her underwear revealing her vagina to me. I
dropped my female underwear and kicked it aside. I would never need to
wear it again. As I had suspected, my penis and testicles hadn't formed
yet. Liz hid her disappointment well. She really wanted to get fucked
tonight. I walked over to my drawer and took out the device. Liz
looked at it curiously wondering what it was. I placed the fake cock's
back end towards my vagina entrance and sighed as I placed the suction
on my vulva. I then placed the straps around my hips and tightened it
so it wouldn't move around.

"You came prepared," Liz realized.

I simply nodded. It felt weird having the device rubbing up against my
clit. Would this really work? Could it really substitute for the real
thing? "Is it okay even if it isn't real?" I asked her.

"Honestly, I've never been fucked with a toy before," she said
uncertainly. "Let's do it," she said excitedly after a momentary
hesitation.

"Alright," I said a little nervous.

Liz got laid back on the bed and opened her legs for me. I placed my
hand on her clit and vulva and rubbed to see if it was wet enough. Liz
sighed as I felt around her. I then placed one finger at her entrance
and slowly entered her. Since she wasn't a virgin, I didn't have to
worry about breaking her hymen.

"More," she gasped.

I nodded and placed a second finger inside her. It felt so moist inside
but also very soft. I went deeper into her and moved my fingers around.
Liz moaned as I continued thrusting my fingers into her. With my thumb,
I rubbed her clit.

"That's it. You got it," Liz said appreciatively.

I practiced for a few moments watching Liz squirm and moan from my
touch. It was fascinating and arousing at the same to see the effect I
had on another person. Perhaps, I was already developing a masculine
pride in my ability to pleasure a woman. Satisfied, she was wet enough,
I placed my fake cock at her entrance.

"Ready?" I asked her.

"Put it in," she said filled with desire.

I cautiously pushed the fake cock into her vagina and waited for her
body to adapt to it. It was quite a bit larger than my two fingers.
"Oh God, it almost feels like the real thing," she grinned.

I pushed until it was all the way inside her. "Now, fuck me," Liz said
as her breasts rubbed against my now male chest.

"Sure," I agreed and began moving my hips back and forth. Liz wrapped
her legs around my hips to get better leverage. I took it slowly not
wanting to injure her. After all, I was inside her body. With each
thrust, I felt the fake cock rub against my own clit. I tried not to
vocalize my own pleasure as I thrust into her.

"You're holding back," she commented.

"I just don't want to...," I muttered.

"Hurt me?" she asked rhetorically. "You'll have to be a lot rougher
than this to make me want you to stop."

"Really?" I wondered.

"Let me be on top. Relax," she said as we changed positions.

I got on my back and watched as Liz expertly placed my fake cock into
her vagina. She took a moment to adjust herself and then started to
ride me. She quickened her pace and placed her hands on her hips to
balance herself. I watched mesmerized as her breasts moved up and down
from her effort. She closed her eyes as she concentrated on getting
herself an orgasm. Finally, she slowed down and gave out a silent cry
as her body felt a flood of hormones and pleasure.

"Oh, fuck!" she said as she achieved an orgasm. I felt a little envious
at her. I then felt a little uncomfortable as I experienced some
swelling behind the fake cock.

"Okay, I got myself to orgasm. Now, let's see if you can get me one,"
she challenged.

"Wait, you want two? I haven't had one," I protested.

"That's the advantage of being a girl: multiple orgasms," she grinned.

"Alright," I said and then flipped us over.

Liz was surprised by my sudden strength. I made sure I was positioned
right and then went hard on her. "That's it," she said encouragingly.

I increased my speed as fast as I could without falling out of her. Liz
held onto my shoulders tightly as I continued to penetrate her. A
little frustrated I wasn't getting her an immediate orgasm, I pulled her
to the edge of the bed. I placed her legs over my shoulders and went at
her again. As I thrust, I felt some discomfort on my clit. I was
getting more pain than pleasure at this point. It didn't matter though.
This was about pride now.

Liz moaned and cried out as I kept up the pace and rubbed her clit.
"I'm almost there. Just keep it up," she said.

She looked a real mess with her hair everywhere and sweaty from the
effort. Somehow, this didn't make me think less of her. If anything,
she looked even sexier. She suddenly became quiet and arched her
back. She tensed up as if I had shocked her. Finally, she started
breathing again in deep breaths.

"Wow, that was great," she remarked.

I withdrew from her exhausted. Liz sat up and smiled at me. She pulled
back her long hair out of her face. Even now, her naked body was
intoxicating to look at. I took the fake cock off my body and placed it
aside. I looked down and saw that my clit had become larger as if it
were inflamed. Was this the beginning of my own cock or something
wrong?

Liz gave me a concerned look. "I think I have to do something," she
said.

"What do you mean?" I asked her.

"Just a feeling," she said vaguely. "Relax on the bed."

I did as she said getting on the bed and resting my head on the pillow.
Liz got on top of me and kissed me on the lips. "Thank you. I've never
felt so wanted," she said appreciatively.

"I trust no one more than you," I replied.

She smiled awkwardly. "Well, then. You won't mind if I return the
favor."

I wasn't sure what she had in mind and then felt a sharp jolt from my
clit. I immediately sighed as she licked on my clit. "You like that?"
she asked unsure of herself.

"Oh, yes," I agreed.

She then went back to licking my most sensitive parts. I didn't know
whether it would advance the spell but it certainly felt good. A part
of me worried that my cock would never form, and I would be stuck using
a fake cock my whole life.

"Well, it's getting bigger," Liz said amazed.

"What is?" I asked confused.

"Your clit. It's getting bigger," she said.

"Good, please continue then," I begged of her.

She readily obliged. She continued to suck and lick on my enlarged clit
expanding its size. I closed my eyes as I tried to visualize what my
new penis would look like. Would it be long or thick enough? Would it
look sexy to her?

"Okay, sit up and see it," Liz said to me.

I did as she said and saw what appeared to be a one-inch penis where my
clitoris should be. It was soft and flaccid yet visible there. I
looked at Liz in wonder. "Let's see if I can get it bigger. Just
watch," she told me.

So, I watched as she placed her mouth on my micro-penis. I had no idea
how sensitive a man's cock was. I watched in awe as Liz moved her mouth
back a little with each passing minute as my penis grew. She seemed
more confident in herself now that she was sucking a dick instead of a
female clit. She continued working on me until it expanded to three
inches. It remained flaccid, but I was grateful none-the-less. I felt
underneath and found the beginnings of my testicles.

"Okay, my turn," I said to her becoming more assertive.

I got on top of her and worked on her breasts. After a few minutes, a
warm liquid went into my mouth. Liz cried out as a sudden shock went
through her nipples. "No more, holy shit!" she said as I drank it up.

Liz panted from the sudden jolt that went through her breasts. "That's
not normal," she said.

"None of this is normal," I agreed and then felt something growing on
me.

Looking down, I saw my flaccid penis become larger and erect for the
first time. My testicles were increasing in size and then lowered. I
felt around the new organ and found that my vaginal entrance was gone.
I placed my new hands on my shaft and touched the end. It seemed so
large, so exposed.

Liz got off the bed and looked at my new equipment. "Looks good," she
complimented.

"I don't know if this will work. What if it becomes soft again. I can't
control it," I said to her.

"Don't worry about it," she assured me. "Let's get you your first male
orgasm."

"How?" I asked her.

"Inside me," she smiled.

She got on the bed and gestured for me to follow her. I got on top of
her and was unsure of myself. "Just like the fake cock," she said to
me.

I nodded and placed my now real cock at her entrance. I cautiously
pushed forward and found it sufficiently wet and accepting. Liz sighed
as I entered her all the way. At first, I went slow actually feeling
the inside of a vagina for the first time. We slowly rocked each other
until I felt myself getting softer. Alarmed, I picked up the pace. Liz
held my back encouragingly as she enjoyed the faster motion. I felt
something building at the tip of my penis and quickly realized I was
about to cum. I tried to slow myself down but it was already too late.
I couldn't stop it as it surged through my penis at an incredible speed.
There was an instant pleasure as I felt pulse after pulse of sperm shooting
into her body. I didn't want the pulses to end but within a few seconds,
it was all over.

I collapsed on Liz exhausted by the ordeal. She smiled politely. I had
only lasted a few minutes. How could a man keep it going without losing
control? "I...," I began.

"You did good. It was your first time," Liz said and then kissed me
appreciatively.

"I was too fast," I admitted.

"Yeah," she agreed. "But the foreplay was great. If you want, I can
help you become a sex god," she offered.

I pondered the new situation. Would I need to have sex with her again?
It was no longer necessary now that I had fully changed sex. For the
moment, I felt disinterested in it as if my sexual interest had suddenly
evaporated. I withdrew my penis from her and saw it softening and
becoming smaller. I felt an aching sensation in my balls.

"I am going to take a shower," I said awkwardly leaving her on the bed.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked excitedly.

"No, it would save time," I said lamely.

I went into my bathroom and saw that my hair looked like that of a boy.
My face was nearly unrecognizable. I saw a little of my father's face
in it. I looked over my body as Liz casually entered the shower. "You
going to stare at yourself all night?" she teased.

I turned away from the mirror and joined her in the shower. I felt a
sense of calm around Liz for the first time in a long while. I had been
secretly sexually frustrated while around her. Now that I had made love
to her, I felt normal. Her body was still pleasing to the eye but the
hormonal rage was gone.

Liz used my woman's shampoo on her hair and enjoyed the hot water. I
looked around and kicked myself mentally for not buying any men's
shampoo or body wash. Perhaps a part of me didn't think the curse would
actually change me completely. My voice was one thing but my entire
body was another.

"You seem lost in thought," Liz noted.

"I feel tried," I said.

"That's normal for guys. After they cum, they just want to fall asleep.
I am not going to let you do that," she smirked.

The way she talked implied we would have sex again. I wasn't so sure.
Had she fallen in love with my male self? Despite all that had happened
this night, I wasn't sure I was in love with her. I hadn't been in love
before as either sex. Maybe it was something I was incapable of.

End of Part 2