It was agreed that they would pick us up at five from the hotel. Jamie and I took a dip in the ocean together, and although nothing was said, we french kissed while waves were crashing around us. When she finally pulled away she simply said, "I love you. And I want you”. And how easy did that make it, as I replied, "I love you too. And you have me”.

We wasted no more time and went back to our room. We got naked and took a shower together, getting rid of all the sand. It was clear that my breasts had grown again, and my waist was caving in, and a bubblier butt gave me indistinguishable female curves.

My manhood was nothing more than an engorged clit, and a slit was forming. We were astonished how quickly the transformation was proceeding. And my face was following suit, my lips very kissable, but my nose had shrunken as well, and my eyes and cheeks looked female, even without makeup. And my own hair seemed to be getting fuller as well. Soon, I wouldn't be needing the wig anymore.

After we had padded each other dry we stepped naked into the freshly made up bed. And Jamie made love to me, to Carmen, like never before. From French kissing she moved down on me, her kisses in my neck so much more sensitive than only days ago. My body went wild when she sucked my breasts, slightly biting my nipples, and my crotch went on fire.

Thank God she went down on me there to put out that fire, which failed miserably, as new feelings flooded my brain. How could what I considered the last of my manhood be so sensitive? It was like thousands of nerves had become alive, the overload almost unbearable. And then suddenly her tongue was inside me, in a place that shouldn't be there, but it was, and it was so intimate that tears started streaming from my eyes.

When my first orgasm hit, it was nothing like before. The feeling simply got stronger and stronger, taking me higher and higher, never stopping until I could handle no more, and I had to push her away.

As she looked at me, her smiling face was covered in globs of thick fluid, and I realized that had come from me. I pulled her up and started licking her face clean, revelling in the taste, without a doubt female cum.

After her face was clean she moved up farther, her soaking crotch over my face, and I dipped my tongue now in her womanhood. I recognized her taste, though going oral on her had been as rare as her bj's on me. Somehow I knew that from now on oral would be standard sex between us, and as I savored her taste I could literally feel myself go wet again.

She came twice before she had to pull away herself, after which she licked my face clean, and I realized now how intimate that was. As we laid down together, with the covers over us, her arm went around me, and she formally asked if I would marry her. I didn't hesitate, and just as formally promised myself to her. I guess Carmen was to stay, and I didn't care.

We had a few hours to buy me a dress for the night. With my new curves I couldn't use her bra very well anymore, so underwear was even more important. I say underwear, but it was all lingerie. Sexy lingerie. And it felt delicious on my skin that was getting softer by the hour.

The dress she bought for me gave off only one message. “Fuck me!!” And she explained that I should have John deflower me. It was so weird to be on this side now, having deflowered my first girlfriend myself back in high school. How come a girl like me was still a virgin?

The story was simple. Throughout school I had saved myself for my future husband. Until I realized I was into girls, but I didn't want to lose my virginity to a strap-on dildo, and somehow it was just perfect that John had crossed my path.

Turns out nothing was simple. They picked us up in a white limo with champagne and flowers. John loved my metallic dress and he presented me with a golden bracelet that wrapped multiple times around my upper arm like a snake, and it was so beautiful that I promised never to take it off again.

Jamie was wearing a thin leather dress she had bought to wow me on this vacation. Oh, I was wowed, wanting nothing more than to make love to her while wearing it. But the way Greg wrapped a similar bracelet around her arm, making her even more stunning, and the way he looked at her, I had the feeling that he would be unwrapping her tonight.

These two guys knew how to treat a lady, and at the most expensive restaurant in Miami I was glad I was wearing three inch heels, as it made me fit so perfect onto John's arm, as he guided me to the entrance. The restaurant had intimate spots everywhere, overlooking the ocean, while shielding us from other people. And it was clear we were both in for some upscale, top of the line hanky pankying.

I'll be honest, as a man I had never treated Jamie to anything this romantic, this special, this delicious, and probably this expensive. We were more like holding hands in a cozy pizzeria, more down to earth and to our budget. But I saw in her eyes how much she appreciated being treated like a goddess, and I felt the same way, long forgotten that only the day before I had still been a man.

It didn't take long before John kissed me again, the taste of champagne still lingering on his tongue, before he fed me a huge shrimp onto mine, and I suddenly realized how good he looked in his suit, the muscles I knew he had well hidden, yet his overall look was powerful and smooth.

Their story was one of success, the way they had started a business together, that boomed into a multi million dollar organization before they sold it for half a billion. And they stuck together, investing and building, by now doubling their fortune already. Oh, they had stayed down to earth mostly, but it was Jamie and me triggering this splurge in their spending. We were not going to complain.

My simple story of being a lesbian girl was slowly ripped apart when John and I found a cozy spot on the massive expansion of decks on the other side of the restaurant, overlooking the Sound, as we watched the sun set. I'm sure Jamie was not too far away, and most likely also in Greg's arms, as I cozied up in John's arms myself. I knew I shouldn't, but I was falling in love.

Desserts were delivered casually, like our waiter had known exactly where we were on the deck, and John spoon fed me the delicious creme brulee. I only topped off the spoon as he then licked the rest, before our tasting became more and more erotic, until each spoonful was either in my mouth, or his, before we kissed and shared it that way.

Later, while the dark had overtaken, we drank heavily spiked coffee, and I realized the alcohol made me act even more free, more sensual, more sexual. His hands were under my dress, on my breasts, playing with my hard nipples. My hand was in his pants, my fingers wrapped around his rock hard manhood.

I had noticed already that the sharpness of my nails was finally gone, but at the same time there were no more accidents either. These nails, that started it all, were no longer foreign, they were an intricate part now of who I was, no longer inconvenient extensions, but an exquisite part of my fingers, my hands.

And with these fingers I could sense the blood pulsing in his veins and I knew he was going to cum soon. I didn't want him to make a mess, so I slid on my knees between his legs and pulled out his monster and took another round of dessert. I don't know why this came so naturally to me but I enjoyed sucking on his manhood, tasting his precum, and soon taking his load, swallowing all without losing a drop, before I put his clean member back in his pants. And my heart warmed when I saw the look of love in his eyes now as well.

When the four of us had a romantic stroll on the beach, our feet all bare, Jamie whispered to me to not hold back when making love, and I whispered back that I had given my first blow job already. She was all giddy and took Greg to a private place behind a set of dunes, while John and I stood at the water's edge, our feet slowly sinking into the wet sand.

It was so romantic the way he was holding my hand, while the waves tried to trip us. Then he asked how long I was staying. And when I explained that we weren't leaving until the weekend, so we still had some good days ahead of us, he started suggesting that maybe I stay longer, at his place.

Believe me, by now I had totally forgotten that I was to marry Jamie later in the year. Instead I saw myself with John, him courting me, eventually marrying me, and I would make a family with him. Had the lesbian girl finally found a man that suited her?

I didn't get a chance to think it over, as suddenly Jamie and Greg were back, walking hand in hand. And I had the feeling that Jamie had forgotten about me too, as I could see her wipe off a little spot of moisture from her lip.

We walked all back to the limo and cleaned our feet before we were driven to a night club. We danced for hours and John couldn't believe how easily I moved around in my heels. As a matter of fact, I had no idea how I managed myself. It was like my new DNA expected heels and I had the feeling that I wouldn't need many flats in my future again. But part of the ease was also how well I fitted in his arms, as he guided me around the floor.

During a particularly slow love song our bodies were so close that he could feel my hard nipples while I could feel his hard dick, and he suggested we go to his place. Jamie and Greg agreed, and the limo took us to a beautiful twin high rise. We said our goodnights as we went into the first building and Greg and Jamie into the second.

John had the penthouse, like Greg did in the other building, or pentfloor, or maybe pent apartment. Let's just say that the whole top floor was his, and the only way to get there was by using a special fob in the elevator. I was stunned when we got out.

There were hallways with rows of rooms, bathrooms, sitting areas, an entertainment section, a game room, a massive kitchen and dining room, and then in a secluded section was the master bedroom. Never did I see such a big bed in my life, and I fell in love with the bathroom. A jacuzzi was waiting for us to soak in, unless we wanted to take a shower in a cabin that could fit us both easily and had multiple massive shower heads.

There were also two enormous walk-in closets, the first one with dozens of suits, shirts, pants, and shoes, clearly all belonging to him. The second closet was for a woman and had a makeup table, fully stacked, and multiple full-size mirrors. And many, many dresses, gowns, shoes, pant suits, blouses and lingerie. He told me that anything that would fit me, I could take if I wanted it.

By now I was so horny that I suggested we better undress than dress, and in seconds my dress dropped to the floor. He licked his lips when he saw the lingerie I was wearing under it, and I helped him undress. He wasted no time and simply carried me to the bed, which had sheets so feather soft, I couldn't wait to sleep in it. But first did I give myself to John.

He tried a bit of foreplay, but I took his finger and wiped it across my soaked slit, and he got the hint. Just before he was about to plunge his monster in, I whispered, “Careful please. You're my first…”

I watched his face as I said it, and for a moment he seemed stunned, but then a sweet smile appeared and he whispered back, “No worries, baby”.

And he paced himself, and I knew how much self control that took. He moved slowly in and out, each time a bit deeper, and I lost myself in new feelings never experienced before. And when he hit a barrier he carefully took it down, and yes, I did feel some pain, but his gentleness was so strong that newer, much more erotic feelings quickly erased any discomfort.

We soon got to a point where I started pushing back into him, taking him deeper, and our love making became more urgent. He touched a sweet point inside me, which took me over the top, and I experienced my first true female orgasm. Two more times he took me higher and higher before he unloaded his seed inside me, triggering my fourth orgasm in about five minutes. My whole body was on fire, and only one thought crossed my mind. “How could I not know it was this wonderful for women?”

A few minutes later, after he had used a towel to clean me and some of the sheets, some red streaks the proof of losing my virginity, he cuddled back in bed with me and asked if I was okay. I nodded, my heart filling with love for this perfect man. And then I told him.

It came out in spurts. The bet with Jamie. That I lost. The nail salon that somehow used an experimental procedure on my nails, using female DNA, and how I had turned into a complete woman in a matter of days. The shock of it at first, but how easily I adapted as my mind had turned female too.

He listened without interruption, and finally asked if my feelings for him were genuine. Of course, I told him, at which he said it didn't matter to him what I was before. No, he corrected, it did matter. He was happy that he was allowed the privilege to take my flower. And as we kissed I fell asleep in his arms.

Somewhere in the early morning I woke up, his warm body still against mine although he was on his back now. And as my hand reached out to touch him, I bumped into what I used to call a morning wood. Now I called it an invitation, and I could feel moist building up inside me, from excitement.

I needed to know that if I was in control, would it still feel good? And carefully I moved across his body, looking at his sleeping face, while I lowered my new pussy onto his massive rod. I was so slick that the only resistance came from the thickness of his manhood in my still tight womanhood.

But it was that resistance that triggered a thousand sensations in my body, none of them being pain. I pushed myself up and then lowered down again, each time going a bit deeper, until I was pushing on his scrotum. He moaned softly in his sleep, no doubt having a sexy dream.

I started moving my body in different directions now, and I could feel him grow inside me, triggering my first orgasm. My god, this new body was tight like a bow string, and I knew right away that I would never go back, even if I could. The thing was, as I kept moving, a second wave hit me, and I just couldn't believe that it could feel even better.

I couldn't hold myself up anymore and I had to put my hands on his chest to keep myself from slumping on him. But, his eyes were open already, and with a smile on his face he twisted his own arms around mine and held my chest, my boobs that is. And as he squeezed my nipples he started pushing his body up, feeding his dick deeper inside me.

I didn't think my body could have taken more, but it did, as my third orgasm made him shoot his load deep inside me. This time I couldn't hold myself any longer, but he guided me slowly onto his chest. And before I passed out from overloaded senses I heard him whisper “I love you”...