Before I could ask Rachel what she needed to say, she explained herself. "Joe, there's a few reasons I ended
it with Adam. A lot had to do with just getting sick of him not delivering on his promises, but there were
other things. Mostly that I started to have feelings...for you," she said. I was surprised by this. I never
thought she looked at me as anything more than a friend or neighbor. "I just thought...you should know."
I spoke honestly. "I'm a little confused now," I said. "You want to change everyone into a woman, and then
you tell me...this. It doesn't make a lot of sense to me."
"It doesn't matter to me what you look like," she said. "You'll still be you no matter what. Does it...mean
that much to you?"
"It should, shouldn't it?" I asked. Then I thought for a minute. Did it matter? It wasn't as if being a
woman was going to change me on the inside. I'd already said OK to changing to a woman, so did it really
matter just because of what Rachel said. "I don't know what to say," I finally said.
"Don't you like me, Joe?" she asked.
"I've always liked you," I said. "But I never thought you'd think of me that way. You just always seemed out
of my league."
Rachel scoffed. "Why would you think that? You did see the last guy I dated, right?" she joked.
I laughed. "Never looked at it like that," I said. I thought for another moment. "I guess you're right," I
said. "It doesn't matter."
"And it's not like we couldn't change you back later," she said. "So there's just one more thing to do before
we start."
"What's that?" I asked.
She smiled at me and slowly unbuttoned her pajama top. "Have some fun," she said. She got to the last button
and pulled the halves of her top away. She slid it off her shoulders and it fell to the ground. I was a
little surprise to see that she did not wear a bra. It did confirm my belief that she had a gorgeous pair of
breasts. They were D-cup, perfectly round and jutted proudly from her chest. Next she slid her hands under
her pajama pants and forced them down. Again she was not wearing any underwear. I saw that she kept herself
clean shaven. She stepped out of the pants and walked closer to me with a seductive smile. "Like what you
see?" she teased.
"Oh, yea," I said. She reached me and pressed her body firmly against mine. She began to kiss me while her
hands unbuttoned my jeans. She forced them and my boxers off my body with the ferocity of a predator. I
removed my shirt and we inched toward the couch. She grabbed my already erect member and tugged at it a few
times. When we reached the couch she shoved me down to the couch forcefully. Before I could react she was on
top of me. She kissed me several more times as our mouths intertwined and our tongues explored each other's
mouths.
Once she was satisfied with that she positioned herself on top of me and impaled herself on my waiting penis.
She wasted no time as she furiously rode up and down. I quickly found out that she was a screamer as she
moaned loudly while she worked her body against mine. I responded by taking hold of her well rounded ass and
ran my hands over them. After that I worked my hands up the sides of her body until I reached her breasts. I
massaged them and pinched her large, erect nipples. She replied by moaning and screaming louder. After
several more minutes of intense action, we climaxed at the same time.
She fell on top of me as we both caught our breath. "That...was fun," I said.
"It'll get better," she promised. She looked at me with a sly smile. "Trust me on that."
"Oh, you saucy little minx," I chuckled. We recuperated for a few more minutes. Then I asked, "Ready to get
started now?"