Del and I watched a late movie together, romantic but with some hot scenes in it, and somehow we ended up sitting together, our bodies comfortably touching, our fingers intertwined. Our first kiss was oh so soft, but her mouth was as demanding as her brother's. Both of them were clearly more dominant than me.

We went to “our” bedroom and as I laid back naked between the luxurious satin, she started kissing me all over my body. Her female softness felt like a guerrilla attack, every nerve in my body was slowly warmed up, and then they went on full heat at once. I had my eyes closed and was moaning, my wax limbs not capable of defending against her attack. Then she went in for the kill.

I had a vague idea how the V-string pulled my manhood back and being pushed up together with the scrotum. Not very comfortable, but I got used to the feeling quick enough. But, it sat right behind the lips of the fake vagina, and when she put her tongue hard between those lips, with my body already on fire, and days of sexual desire not fulfilled, she triggered a reaction that could not be reversed. There was no room for my dick to grow, and really not for my balls to swell up, so everything had to give a bit, as the pressure mounted, and the only way out was a tiny female pee-hole.

My cum squirted out like water from a water pistol, and the stream hit her straight between her breasts. The relief for me was instantly, as I screamed out, while a second and third squirt emptied me out completely. I had no clue what had happened to me, so foreign was the relief, but it extinguished my burning nerves, leaving me with that after-orgasm feeling, yet ten times stronger.

Delilah came up, her naked chest covered in my goo. “Well, that was interesting”, she laughed. She started wiping her skin, tasting my seed, then she offered her hand for me to lick. My bad experience already forgotten since I sucked Rex, I was curious what my own tasted, and it was not disappointing. A sudden strength washed through my body and as I came up, I pushed Del down on her back.

Not one drop had stained the sheets, and I systematically cleaned her skin with my tongue. As most was on her breasts, I triggered her nerve system now, as I sucked and licked her nipples. Her moan was instant, and her hips pushed up, offering me her womanhood. As I cleaned her belly, the tip of my tongue in her bellybutton, I first smelled, then saw a fluid leaking from her pussy.

I still didn't want the sheets stained, so my hand caught the thick fluid in time, and I licked my hand clean now. If I would call my own cum molten butter, based on the saltiness, then her discharge would be fresh nectar leaking from a pregnant flower, the sweet taste mixing nicely in my salty mouth.

I licked more from her tummy, then lapped along her snatch, as she now cried out from every touch. At last all her skin was clean, and I buried my tongue now deep in her sex. Her body started shaking violently, as a long moan escaped from her throat. And as I rubbed my thumb over her swollen clit, she exploded.

It was clear a lot of pressure had built up inside her as well, but with my mouth still on her the stream of fluid hit the back of my throat hard. It wasn't like it hurt, but from one moment to the next I couldn't breathe anymore as it seemed like I was drowning. Survival instinct kicked in, and as I had no air in my lungs to spit the fluid out, a muscle activated and in one swallow I took it all in.

The thick fluid left a lot of strings behind but at least I could breathe again, which was good, as a second load squirted in my face. I had more control now, and did a better job at swallowing.

A sudden realization hit me. Every squirt was a reaction to me rubbing my thumb over her clit. And a test rub confirmed it, suddenly giving me full power over her vulnerable body.

I wondered if this was what she had wanted to teach me, but I had a feeling it was an unexpected side effect of something I had done. Since it looked like she was exhausted, I tried one more thing. I closed my mouth over her swollen clit, and sucked a vacuum. Her body squirted one more time and I caught the fluid in my hand. Then I moved over and let her own juices drip into her open mouth.

She recovered quickly, grabbing my hand and pushed it against her mouth as her tongue licked it clean. Just like my cum had given me strength, her own cum juices revived her. Her first words were “God! I love you.”

We cuddled together and somehow she ended up covering me with her arms. I enjoyed being the object of her desire, and that's how we fell asleep.

I had a wild dream. I was in bed still with Delilah, but now she had Rex's dick, and she started pushing it inside me. I spread my legs and let her have me. In and out it went, touching a spot that had to be my pleasure spot. My own clit. My body prepared once more as my nerves got very sensitive again. And then everything inside me started vibrating.

In my dream I became a true woman, my first female orgasm, as my lover fucked me. Del changed into Rex as I slowly came down from my high. I whispered to him “oh baby, you made me cum. I love you so much!” And in my dream I fell asleep again in his arms.

I woke up in Delilah's arms though, which sent a thrill through my system. She had a big smile on her face, as she slowly opened her eyes. “Hey babe”, she said, “that was quite a night.”

I nodded, and I told her about my dream, and how I wished it could be true, cumming from a dick inside me. Then she showed me a long and thin dildo, and she said, “Oh, it was true alright.”

In shock I inspected the sheets for stains, but nothing was there. “Did I squirt everything on your body again? I asked. “Honey”, she said, “you came as a girl, no mess, talking about how much you loved me. We'll try it again tonight, but while you are awake.”

She didn't give me any time to contemplate and we took a shower together, where we washed each other. Our uniforms were long leather pants in a female cut, perhaps just too long for me. With three inch pumps however it was a perfect fit, what was I even thinking? We combined it with an off-white blouse, military style, and Del looked suddenly very intimidating. I wondered how customers would react to that look, but she said, “it's for your friend Sophie.”

Apparently Tuesday is not very busy, maybe because we close in the afternoon, so I learned a lot of all her other stock. I also cleaned the whole floor and dusted every mannequin, every display, closet, register, etc. I also washed all the windows and any glass display. When I checked on Delilah, she was doing the same in the back rooms.

After closing we took a quick lunch, then we drove to my old town. Sophie had said she wouldn't be there, but that was clearly not true, as Delilah had suspected when we dressed this morning. First thing she said to me was, “I see you already have a new girlfriend before you even moved from your old one.”

It was an attack, but I knew her well enough to know she was upset, and that's how she reacted, in that mood. So, I took the high road, and introduced her to Delilah, Rex's sister. At which Sophie replied, “My god, are they all so gorgeous?”

It was something between a compliment and an accusation, so I said nothing. she knew not even half of how gorgeous this family was. I saw Del bite her tongue though, trying to keep the peace. But when Sophie in a jealous voice said, “I don't even know what Rex sees in you, you're not even a real girl. You give him blow jobs or something to keep him happy?” Delilah exploded.

“Yes. She had enough practice when you made her walk along a deserted beach, with no water, her skin burned, and three men made her suck their dicks. They could have killed her!”

I saw all the color drain from Sophie's face. “Is that true?” she asked me softly. I nodded. “I had to become one hundred percent Jocelyn, praying they wouldn't find out I was really a guy. Thank God Rex came by to save me.”

It was then that Sophie broke down completely. She buried her face in her hands, as she cried, then in a sobbing voice she said, “I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I had no idea. I thought you just wanted to make me jealous. And I was! I'm so sorry.”

I did the only thing I could do and took her in my arms, and hugged her. She has been my friend for more than a year, and although our love never really developed we spent all our nights in bed together. I could tell she was truly sorry, never expecting their prank to turn out bad.

It turned out she had loaded most of my stuff already in my Mazda. All but some bigger pieces and all my computer equipment. I let her have my computer desk and chair, and the things we bought together, to improve her apartment.

When I took the front wheel from my bicycle it fit nicely in Del’s SUV, as did a bunch of tool boxes. Just because I'm a girl now doesn't mean I can't fix things. I quickly went through all of my male clothes, and I made the decision to stop by the Goodwill on our way back, and get rid of it all.

When both cars were loaded, we spent ten more minutes drinking some tea with Sophie, whose attitude from the beginning had turned around a hundred and eighty degrees. She was genuinely interested now in my dinner at TPG and was thrilled when she heard Delilah owed The Right Fit. Unfortunately out of her budget, she said.

When we said our goodbyes, she suggested we stay in touch. “We may have been so-so lovers, but we've always been great friends. I'm really sorry it ended because of my stupidity, but you turned into a beautiful woman. I hope you will have a great life!”

I replied that we'd keep in touch, as friends, and if I still owed anything for the rent or my part of the bills, she should call me. Delilah of course did something very Del like. She pulled Sophie in a hug, and put her mouth firmly on my now ex, who opened her mouth in surprise, letting Delilah's tongue in.

The kiss lasted at least two minutes, during which I could see Sophie go totally lax, completely submitting to Del's dominance. I could hear her make little moans, as she took everything Del gave her. I saw how Sophie's arm had wrapped around Del's butt, massaging the leather firmness I knew was there. When Delilah finally pulled away, she said, “My friends call me Del.”

And as we finally left, Sophie said softly, tears again in her eyes, “Please stay in touch, Josie. You too Del!”

As we walked to our cars I looked curiously at Del. She laughed, and said, “I'll bet you twenty that she's now looking for a female room mate.” I laughed out loud, hoping to lose that bet.

As we drove back to my new hometown, I stopped at the Goodwill, donating all my male clothes, as I knew, no matter what happened, I would never have a need for them again. Everything, except for my oversized basketball jersey, that might fit Rex, or else I could sleep in it. Or both.

Delilah had picked up some Chinese in the meantime, and as we worked together to unload both cars, we stole bites from the boxes every time we passed the kitchen. By the time everything was moved either into “my study”, or into the garage, the food was all done, but for the fortune cookies. Del's said “Love is in the air”, and mine “A change of name is in order.”

My message was very strange for a fortune cookie, but not less valid than Delilah's. There was still time before city hall closed, and I went there and filed all the paperwork to officially become Jocelyn.

I had to hurry, as at 7pm I had to be at Xena, Vanessa's friend. I checked with Delilah to make sure she didn't want to come with me, but she was in her workshop, after a surge of inspiration hit her. I switched into my yoga outfit and put a long t-shirt over it, to hide my sexy look, during the drive to Xena's place. I looked for the pink sneakers I had “borrowed”, but I really didn't want to give up on my three extra inches that my comfortable pumps offered, until I was there. Yoga was done barefoot I figured.

After I said goodbye to Del, and after the photos she insisted making of me, without the shirt of course, I was amazed again of this family, that had plenty of money, and simply could use that to help people, like me. But they all went above and beyond, not just providing the finances, but also themselves, based on a huge dose of kindness they all seemed to have.

When I arrived at Xena's home, I parked on her driveway and found a note on the door “J. Come around the back. X.”

Behind the house was a huge yard, with a separate building, that could have been a garage, if the driveway had led to it.

When I opened the door, it was an oasis of peace. Soft music played, with chirping birds and buzzing bees in the background. As I looked around I saw a woman, cross-legged on the floor in front of what looked like a small rock garden, maybe ten by five feet. “Come”, I heard her say.

I took my t-shirt off, as she wasn't wearing anything over her yoga fit either. When I moved towards her she said, “Sit”, and I sat next to her, crossing my legs as well. As we both looked at a small waterfall dropping from a stack of rocks, she said “Pinpoint your eyes at what you think of as the most beautiful part of the garden. Then think of everything bad that happened today, and use your mind to throw that thought at your specific part. Watch it being absorbed, then throw your next thought at it, until all distracting thoughts are gone.”

It was an awkward request, but I did see a spot I liked better than the waterfall. It was where water seemed to bubble up from the ground in the higher area, somehow feeding the waterfall with its content. Just for the heck of it I contemplated my worst memory of the day, and it was Sophie lashing out at us. It was a vivid memory and I played it back in my mind, as I overlapped it with the water bubble. And just like that “the memory” evaporated.

I hurt my hand while cleaning. Just thinking about it made it disappear. I messed up my makeup three times this morning. Gone. The memory of the three guys on the beach, after Del told Sophie about it. No more. Vacuuming and how exhausted I was. Then cleaning in general, not that I hated it, but it was so much. All dissolved.

At the same time my mind recalled more detailed good memories, like Rex texting earlier that he missed me. I closed my eyes, so as not to lose them, and started smiling. “Some people discard all their memories for the day, good and bad, to start with a clean mind. But you are more like me, hanging on to the good ones.” I opened my eyes and saw Xena laugh at me, and I felt so positive, I could just kiss her.

As we got up, she held my hands and said, “I'm Xena, you must be Jocelyn.” And I nodded. “Vanessa told me you were her size, but I dare say you fit that suit even better than her. Love the pumps with it.” It made me look down, and I saw the shoes she was wearing. They were impossibly high, the spiked heels almost running parallel to the bottom of her feet. She had to be standing on her toes, inside those shoes.

“They're like ballet shoes, just with heels and high, like boots. I call them ballet boots. I wear nothing else. You have a choice. You can go barefoot as we train, or you can keep these shoes on. One warning though. The training will improve your body as a whole, thus including your heels. The next training will be very uncomfortable if you wear anything lower than what you wear now, but your body will adapt if you go higher. I can't go any higher than this, but I can walk as easily in them as if I were born with them.”

It was a no-brainer for me. I wanted the extra inches, and more, if I could. Xena approved. “I'm going to take you through a three hour regime”, she said. “After that you have to decide if this is for you or not. Once you commit, there's no going back, your body will demand more.”

Once more it sounded weird, like a cult almost. But the bad-thought vaporizer worked, so I better take this seriously. Plus I promised Vanessa. “Let's do it!” I said.