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SLEAZY SLUTTY SLEEPWALKER--

CHAPTER TWO

BY HARDCOVER

I dreamt that I was in a huge pink room, naked on the floor. The room was empty, and I was the only one in there. Suddenly, the ceiling split down the center, opening towards me like the doors from some kind of loading dock. As it swung ajar, thousands of articles of women's clothing, dresses, skirts, underwear, you name it, came falling from above. Tons of it fell onto me and I struggled to push them away. There were too many of them coming in and endless deluge and I was being buried alive in sexy clothes and lingerie.

I woke up back in Krystal and Melody's bedroom. Somehow, they had both carried me in there without waking up the guys. As my eyes opened and the haze began to lift from my brain, I tried to think, once more, where I was. I was back in the girl's room for some reason. I groggily tried to remember how I'd gotten there; all I could remember was some weird dream where I turned into a girl and then about drowning in underwear. Maybe it was just that I didn't want to face what had happened to me, but I was sure upon waking that the transformation had been just a dream. Yeah, I know, grasping at straws, but can you really blame me?

I groaned a little sort of like a zombie and pushed myself up on my elbows. I wished I could just rise up off the bed like Nosferatu out of his coffin, but that wasn't gonna happen. I felt like I had a hangover, but I didn't feel sick. Like earlier, I felt like something was wrong but it wasn't my location. I mean, well, it sort of was my location, I was back in the girl's room again instead the where I'd gone to sleep at, but it was something more then that. I felt all wrong and different somehow. Moving was weird as my body felt like it was lighter in some way. I felt a tickling sensation around my neck and shoulders, something soft and silky brushing over my skin there. My chest felt heavy and I wondered if I was coming down with pneumonia.

Looking to the side, I saw Melody pulling clothes out of one of her suitcases. She was dressed in a skimpy black tube dress and bending over like that I could see the thong underwear she was wearing. She turned back and noticed me looking at her.

"Krystal, she's awake." She said.

Krystal came into view and they both came to the front of the bed and stared down at me, their expressions serious. Krystal was wearing a black leather micro dress that fastened at a color around her neck and left her shoulders and back bare. She was obviously not wearing a bra underneath. I felt tingles of arousal all through my crotch as I looked at them both, but I didn't seem to be getting an erection. I thought that might have been from the fact that they way they were looking at me was giving me the creeps.

With a concerned expression, Krystal asked me, "D-Dan? How do you feel?"

"Like I've been sleeping for a year." I answered and then clapped my hands over my mouth when I heard my voice.

It was not the one I remembered; it was high and soft and very . . . feminine. It certainly wasn't my voice.

"What the hell?" I groaned in my sexy new voice, "What's wrong with my voice?"

The two girls looked at each other uncomfortably, which only added to my disquiet. I suddenly realized that I could see the entire room clearly, nothing was out of focus and nothing was hazy or blurred. And I wasn't wearing my glasses. That didn't make any sense, how could my vision change so much without warning. Wait a minute . . . change . . .

And then it all came flooding back to me: Waking up in the living room, the strange pleasure, my changing body . . . OH MY GOD! I looked down and was instantly sorry I had: There, pressing out from underneath my shirt, were the unmistakable bulges of the breasts, the nipples clearly pushing through the material. In desperation, I touched them hoping they were fake and this was some kind of joke. Instantly I felt an electric jolt of pleasure that shot through me at the contact. They were real. The breasts were real; my breasts. I looked at my hand and saw that it was dainty and petite, my now thin arm completely devoid of hair and slender.

I leapt to my feet, staggering because my center of gravity had changed. I let out a frightened cry that should have come out as low yell but instead came out as high pitched girlish squeal. I clapped my hands over my mouth, my eyes wide, as I started to panic. No, this couldn't be true, this couldn't be real, and why did this happen to me? As clear as day, I knew what had happened to me. It could only be one thing: Girl pox! I had contracted girl pox and now I was a real actual pox girl.

Panic flooded me and fear gnawed at the pit of my stomach. I remembered that there was no cure for this; I would be stuck with these boobies forever. What was I going to do, how would I live. How could I tell all my friends? What about my family? Oh shit, what about my driver's license and everything else that said I was man. How could I convince people of what happened? Did I even want to admit to anyone what happened. My mind spun and the ground felt like it was dropping out from under me. I wished I could somehow wake up from this nightmare but I knew I couldn't, I was living it. Living it like some kind of Kafkaesque waking nightmare, as if Freddy Krueger had come out of the dream world and decided to fuck with reality instead.

I paced back and forth, my slender arms folded over my ample chest, my lips trembling. My heart hammered and my breaths were coming out in huge gasps. Anxiety flooded me, dread coursing through my mind until I thought my head was gonna explode like in Scanners.

"No no no no no." I whined, my feminine voice quivering. "Hell hell hell hell. What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do? Why, why why?"

Krystal put her hands up reassuringly, "Calm down, I think you're going to hyperventilate."

I threw my hands up, "Calm down? Calm down? How am I supposed to calm down, I'm Dr. Jekyll and Sister Hyde over here?"

Suddenly, a thought occurred to me. I whirled on them feeling angry all of a sudden.

I jabbed an accusing finger at them, "You! You two! You did this to me! You two infected me with this!"

Krystal shook her head, "No, Dan, it doesn't spread like that. You know that."

"Then how do you explain this!" I demanded, heatedly, gesturing at my breasts, "Oh man, we had sex! That has to be it, it's gotta be like some kind of STD."

Melody shook her head, trying to speak soothingly, "No, it's not like that either. Krystal and I, we've had sex with hundreds of men since we changed. And none of them poxed."

I stopped and raised an eyebrow at her, "Hundreds?"

"Well, maybe not hundreds," She started and then shrugged, "Yeah, pretty close, probably."

I couldn't help but laugh a little bit at that. Hell, I giggled like a little school girl. I couldn't help it; the snicker came out so girlishly. I tried to steady myself, to try to think. I fell back, sitting on the bed, my eyes cast down while the other two looked down at me silently. I tried to think and focus on how this could have happened. Everything I'd read about girl pox said that it wasn't airborne or blooborne and it wasn't an STD. Most likely it wasn't spread by saliva either, so you couldn't get it by, say, drinking out of the same glass as a pox girl, or being bitten by an over enthusiastic pox girl at a zombie walk.

And then I remembered One Eye-chan's theory about the virus: That the virus spread as virulently as chicken pox, but that it only changed men who had some deep subconscious (or conscious for that matter, I'd seen lots of blog posts by men who apparently wanted to become pox girls) desire on some level to be a girl. But that was ridiculous; I had no desire to turn into a girl! I had been perfectly happy with my good old reliable dick between my legs; I didn't need all this other stuff. I did not, in any way, want this to happen.

But that wasn't true; I had been curious. Dreadfully so, about what it would be like to transform like that. Well, now I was going to know, and I would never ever be able to go back.

The anxiety began to flood me again. I felt tears welling up in my eyes, but I couldn't stop them. I tried the fight back the tears as I always had in the past, but the emotions began to overwhelm me, such a strong sense of loss. I couldn't stop it; I started to cry, my body shaking up and down and tears flowing down my round cheeks as I sobbed uncontrollably. Damn all this estrogen!

Quickly sitting down next to me, Krystal pulled me head to her shoulder and put an arm around me. I was too distraught to resist, and went ahead and cried on her shoulder, my hands clasped in my lap. Melody sat on the other side, one hand on my leg, the other one on my shoulder sympathetically. Neither said anything and just let me cry and morn my loss. It actually felt kind of good to cry for a change, to get a release form all these pent up emotions. At first I was just miserable, devastated by the loss of my male life. Then I was just scared, frightened by what the future would hold for me. Either way, I sat there between them crying until I felt like I had no more tears.

Fortunately, neither of them tried to say 'there there' or 'It'll be alright' or any such useless nonsense like that. I supposed it was because they had both been through the exact same thing that I was going through.

When I finally finished and sat up, Melody kept an arm around me, rubbing my shoulders soothingly. Astonishingly, I felt a little better, as if I'd managed to purge some of the despair that I had been feeling. Maybe letting go and crying like that hadn't been such a bad thing. Krystal got up and went and grabbed something off one of the shelves while Melody continued to rub my shoulders affectionately. I sat there quietly, finding that indeed her presence was soothing to me. I smiled at her weakly as Krystal returned holding a large hand held mirror. She held it up in front of me.

At first, I didn't want to look at it. But curiosity was getting the better of me, and I realized that sooner or later I would have to face up to what I looked like now. I turned and looked into the mirror, and gasped as I saw myself.

I didn't recognize the pretty girl I saw staring back at me in the mirror at all. My hair was a vivid fiery red color and it flowed down my heat in strait locks until it spilled out over my shoulders in curls like a crimson waterfall breaking over the rock. My face was rounder then it had been before and my cheeks high and softer. My chin was smaller giving me a wide, cute shape to my face. My eyes were much wider and more expressive then they'd used to be, and no longer hidden behind a pair of glasses. My lashes were long and thick, and the iris' were colored a deep amber color. My lips were full and pouting like Anna Falchi's in Cemetery Man, and for a second I thought of them as perfect dick sucking lips, before I remembered they were mine and I shuddered.

I stared at my reflection: I was beautiful.

Melody pulled me to my feet and they both took me over to the side where a full length mirror was attached to the wall. Again, I gasped when I saw my full new body reflected at me. To begin with, I was shorter then I had been, by several feet at least. Damn, what was wrong with being tall and sexy? I was very curvy, with slender arms, small shoulders, large firm breasts that did their best to defy gravity, a flat stomach and narrow waist, with curved hips and lovely smooth legs. What I saw in the glass was exactly the kind of woman I always was attracted to. My eyes trailed over the body, which I couldn't quite think of as mine yet, in amazement.

My eye dropped down to the two large bulges pushing out from my tank top. Almost on impulse, I reached down and started to lift my shirt up to see them. I stopped, blushing a bit when I remembered I wasn't alone. Stupid, I know, but for some reason it stopped me and my hands sat there holding the end of my top just under the mounds.

Melody nudged me, "Go ahead. They're yours now; you might as well have a look at them."

Taking a deep breath, and seeing the reason in her logic (and, well, I just really did want to see them), I pulled my tank top all the way off, getting my new long hair tangled up in it in the process. After trying to get it untangled and needing some help from Melody to do so, I finally got my shirt off and rendered myself topless.

"Oh my . . ." I muttered.

I stared at the large breasts reflected in front of me. They were D-cups, that was for sure, even I knew that. They were actually a little bigger the Melody's but not quite as big as Krystal's. The breasts, MY breasts, were tipped with wide thick nipples that seemed a little hard as I stared at them in wonderment. On the one hand, seeing these things sticking out of my chest was frightening and disconcerting. On the other hand, they were mine, and I could play with them whenever I wanted too.

Melody grinned, "You're nipples are puffier the Krystal's."

I looked and saw that she was right. I flushed a bright crimson color and giggled, actually giggled like a school girl. I reached up with trembling hands and lightly touched them. Instantly an electric jolt of pleasure coursed through me at the touch of my own hands on the sensitive flesh of my new tits. I actually closed my eyes and a little moan escaped my lips. I opened them in a flash and saw that the other pox girls where smiling with slight blushes on their faces, regarding me with a bit of amusement. I wanted to touch myself more, to feel all over these two new additions to my body, but I didn't dare to. Somehow, I dreaded confirming the reality of my new condition.

Instead, I turned around and looked over my shoulder, examining my back. Afraid of what I might do if I looked at that great rack I now had any more. I could see the soft skin of my back and my red hair flowing down it in waves. The curves of my body were all too evident from behind as well as I ran my eyes over my reflection. That wasn't me, my mind screamed at me, that wasn't me in the mirror it couldn't be. I noticed that a small mark that had once been on my lower back was gone.

"That birthmark is . . . oh!" I started but then gasped.

Because Krystal had just gripped my shorts on either side and yanked them right down, exposing my now round heart shaped behind in the mirror. I blushed again, my face turning hot. Almost on autopilot, I stepped out of my shorts, kicking them aside. I was now completely naked. Naked, and in a woman's body.

"Not too shabby back here either." Krystal cooed, "I'm actually kinda jealous."

It was hard not to agree with her; that ass I was looking at would have been right at home in any sexploitive horror film I'd ever seen walking down a corridor moving sexily back and forth. I had the urge to try shaking it like that, but quickly dismissed it, feeling ashamed of myself. Another part of me thought, why shouldn't I be proud of this, it looks so good, so perfect. But I shouldn't have wanted that, I shouldn't have been proud of my girly butt . . . should I?

Gently, Krystal gripped my shoulders and attempted to turn me around towards the mirror. I resisted her, putting my hands up in front of me and shaking my head. The thought of seeing my body in its current state, completely unclothed from the front suddenly sent chills down my spine. I didn't want to face that, to see how completely I had changed.

"No, please," I begged, "I'm not ready to look . . . down there yet."

Melody looked at her friend and then back to me, "Trust me, we understand, but it's better for you to start looking at yourself and accept who you are now as soon as possible. I know it's hard, believe me I know, but this is your body now. You should know it as well you knew the old one."

"Besides," Krystal said, her eyes dropping to my crotch, "You've got a really pretty pussy."

I blushed again, my face turning bright red. It was the first time it had been spoken out loud: I had a pussy now. I didn't fight this time as she turned me around to face the mirror. I looked strait ahead, keeping my eyes on my face, not wanting to look down at my feminized body. But she was right, there was no cure for girl pox, I had to face what I had become. But I didn't want to, oh lord I didn't want to. But another little unforgivable part of me was dying of curiosity. I had to know, I couldn't just pretend this didn't happen. I ran my eyes down my body, and finally let them rest on my crotch.

I shivered as icicles ran up and down my spine and butterflies swarmed in my belly. I knew what I was going to see but somehow that didn't prepare me for it: My penis was no longer there between my legs. Instead, I could see the small indentation and the slick folds of vagina. My legs were closed but there was no pubic hair there, so I could clearly see the top of the pussy, the 'little man in the canoe' totally visible. My pussy, what I had between my legs now. My body was completely emasculated and feminized.

I was a girl.

I started to hyperventilate, my heart beating in my chest rapidly as the full implications of what had happened to me finally flooded my mind and my body. My legs started to feel like rubber and for a second I thought I was going to pass out again. I fell forward, my hands bracing against the mirror, my head dropping to my chest as I started sobbing again.

"It's gone!" I whimpered despondently.

Again both girls hugged me, taking me in their arms and holding me tightly, neither saying a word and just letting me cry again. I didn't think I would ever stop as my body shuddered with each sob, and I bit my lip, moaning in despair. Damnit, I was so much more emotional now. It took a while, but I finally stopped, standing up and feeling confused and conflicted and just completely lost.

Melody wiped the tears out of my eyes, "Let me do something to make you feel better."

Gripping my hand, she led me back over to the bed. With nothing else to do, I let myself be led over. Melody then surprised me by hiking her skirt up past her hips, exposing pink silk thong panties with little red hearts all over them that hugged her camel toe as if it was latex. She sat on the bed with her legs spread apart, and patted the spot right in front of her, turning me to face the mirror again. Not sure what she had in mind (yeah, I know, I'm slow). I did what she wanted sitting down as the pulled up close to me and wrapped her arms around me, hugging me lightly. I could feel the bulge of her breasts press against my bare back and I shivered a little.

"Open you legs." She whispered in my ear, her hot breath blowing across my cheek.

I hesitated and did as I was asked, spreading my legs widely and exposing the new pussy between my legs as explicitly as possible. My eyes dropped to it; again I felt that shock at what I was seeing. There it was, plain as day, the long slit with its moist folds sitting there in my crotch. A pussy. MY pussy, as I knew I would have to come to think of it. Melody's hand slid along my leg delicately, slipping down between my legs and lightly touching my new slit with her fingers.

Instantly I felt a rush of excitement and my face burned hot.

"Oh!" I gasped, "Melody, what you doing?"

I know . . . duh!

"Getting you off." Melody whispered in my ear, nibbling on it a little.

I felt the odd, unfamiliar feeling of her fingers sliding across the folds and lips of my pussy, gently teasing the flesh and lightly touching the clit with expert motions, seeming to know exactly where to touch me and getting me more and more excited. As her ministrations went on, I was becoming more and more horny; I couldn't believe how good this felt, just her fingers on me. She rubbed me and manipulated my new slit, letting her other hand side up and squeeze my very sensitive (it turned out) new breasts. My whole body was blushing and I felt my lets involuntarily opening wider, exposing myself more. Her fingers slipped inside me and I gasped, moaning as my body moved.

Looking at myself in the mirror, what I saw now looked incredibly erotic: A beautiful girl naked and exposed, writhing as another girl masturbated her skillfully. Maybe it was okay to admit it: I was HOT. I turned my head towards Melody and our lips met. We made out, our tongues exploring each other's mouths as her hand moved faster and faster over my cunt, sending more and more electric tingles of pleasure through my new female body. I had never felt quite like this before in my old body. I moaned and rolled my hips as she worked my tender clit, the ecstasy building more and more.

I opened my eyes and saw that Krystal had pulled her dress up and had her hand in her panties, rubbing herself while she watched us. The audience gave me a special exhibitionistic thrill. I reached back and ran my fingers through Melody's hair as my other hand met with hers to touch my own breasts. I moaned, my breath coming out in deep heaves.

My body being new, my cum came quickly. I writhed against Melody as she rapidly fingered my pussy, the pleasure building and building until I thought I would go completely mad just from the bliss running through me. When my orgasm hit, my body convulsed as wave after wave of pleasure ran through me, my pussy gushing all over Melody's hand as I bucked my hips and cried out in ecstasy.

When the orgasm finally subsided, and sat there in Melody's arms, panting and trembling, my eyes wide. I had never felt like that before, never. That had been the most incredible orgasm of my life, and I knew right away I wanted more.

"Oh my god," I panted, my chest heaving, "Do girls always cum like that?"

Melody hugged me, "I don't think so. I think pox girls are just way more orgasmic then regular girls or guys.

I don't know if Krystal had come or not, but she had stopped frigging herself and pulled down her dress, coming over to me.

"It's good to cum right away after the change," She informed me, "I helps psychologically. It makes you realize that you haven't been castrated; you've been transformed. Once you cum like that, you know that you're not a eunuch, you're a full functional and sexual person. It helps a lot when you first change."

I looked at my panting body in the mirror again, looking over my naked form.

"I'm a girl." I muttered.

"What was that?" Melody prodded me.

"I'm a girl." I said louder

"Not just a girl," Krystal waved a finger at me, "A pox girl."

I felt a sudden rush of excitement at accepting that. I threw both hands up in the air.

"I'm a pox girl!" I declared loudly, and then dissolved into giggles.

I wish I could say I felt as enthusiastic as I sounded, but truth be told, despite all the laughter, I was still conflicted and scared. I had no idea what the future would hold and how I would live. Despite this, I kept right on laughing. Once I finally stopped my goofy, possibly insane, girlish giggling, I looked at the two other pox girls.

"So, what now?"

The answer to that question seemed to be that girl school was now in session. First up was getting me some clothes. None of my old clothes would fit me now, so first up, Krystal lent me a pair of her panties. She picked out a skimpy black thong bikini with a white baphomet logo on the front. I took some convincing, but I finally put the glorified dental floss on and felt like Charlie Spradling in To Sleep With A Vampire. I mean, I did look and sorta feel kinda sexy in it, but I also felt like someone had just given me a Murphy. They almost completely disappeared into my butt crack and I might as well have had nothing on back there.

They also gave me a dress to wear, insisting that the sooner I got used to wearing dresses and skirts, the sooner I would get used to my new condition. They gave me one of those strapless summer dresses that were held up by elastic around the top and ran down all the way to my feet, hugging my body revealingly. The dress was light, but I had trouble moving in it, so Melody and Krystal began instructing me in how to walk in the dress.

Walking, it seemed, was going to be a real education, as the next thing they gave me were a pair of black high heeled pumps.

"How am I gonna walk in these?" I protested.

"You'll get used to it, we did." Krystal told me.

"Are these shoes or stilts?" I asked, turning them over in my hands.

"Just put them on." Melody insisted, "They may be uncomfortable, but you'll love how they make your ass look."

So I put the shoes on and proceeded to stagger all over the room like a reject from Dawn Of The Dead or a skid row drunk, and I mean the slum, not the metal band. What felt like endless sessions of walking back and forth across the room followed which seemed like learning how to walk all over again. Eventually, I managed to get the hang of moving in them, if not very gracefully. And yeah, my butt did look pretty awesome with these things on. Was it sad that I enjoyed that?

After breaking my ankles for what felt like an eternity, I was informed that I would have to learn how to do my hair. I was sat down in front of a different mirror and looked at my reflections again, running my hands through my silky main of cherry.

"What's wrong with it?" I pouted, "It looks fine the way it is."

"You look like Merida from Brave." Krystal said, pursing her lips.

I blew a lock of hair out of my face, "And this is a bad thing?"

Apparently it was, as the two of them went to work, instructing me on proper combing, how to wash and dry it later, different hair care products and a million other things that I was surprised I managed to remember. In the end, my hair was untangled and brushed out, and some of it from the sides was pulled back and clipped behind my head, keeping it away from my face. I blinked in surprise at the change it had rendered: My hair was awesome. I began to feel a slight feeling of protectiveness about this lovely crimson mane of mine. I began to listen to them more intently, feeling that I should be taking good care of my hair. Once done, I adjusted it and looked it over, and then realized with a bit of fear that I was fussing about my hair like I was a regular girl. I bit my lip, realizing that while the physical transformation was complete, I was still changing.

The thought filled me with dread, and a little bit of excitement.

Next came make up. I fought them on that one, too, not feeling ready to do that yet, but they persisted and eventually I gave in. The two of them carefully instructed me on how to make up my face lightly without making myself look like Heath Ledger in The Dark Knight. Foundation, lipstick, mascara, rouge, eye liner, eye shadow, we went through the whole thing with detailed instructions. I found myself listening and paying close attention, and I suddenly realized that my brain was suddenly very much concerned about my appearance. Suddenly, I just wanted to make this new body look as good as possible. And why shouldn't I? I now had this fantastic figure, why shouldn't I want to look my best.

When they were done I gasped: I was so pretty! And did I really just think that? Melody had down something spectacular with my eyes that made them really stand out. I couldn't wait for the guys to see me.

Wait a minute, did I just think that. I bit my lip and tried to push the odd thought from my mind. When asked if I liked it, I simply nodded quietly. I then turned and asked them what was next.

Krystal replied, "No we go tell Jason and Paul what happened and introduce them to the new you. I'll be they'll love you in your cute new body."

"No!" I cried, thinking of my strange thoughts from before, "I mean, I'm not ready for them to know the truth yet."

I looked at them both with pleading eyes, and after a tense silence, they both nodded.

"Okay, but what do we tell them?" Melody opinioned, "They're gonna be wondering what happened to you?"

"Those guys won't be up for hours after last night." Krystal said, grinning a little, "We'll tell them Dan got an emergency phone call and had to leave. We're all gonna have to go out right now anyways, so we'll tell them we met a new friend while we were out and told her it was okay to crash with us. Believe me, they won't mind when they see you."

"Wait, back up," I said, "Where do we have to go now?"

"Shopping." Melody replied as if that should have been obvious, "You need new clothes and accessories. You can't just keep borrowing ours. You've got plenty of money, right?"

"Yeah, but not on me." I complained, "It's all in the bank. I can't use my debit card or write a check, I don't really look like a Dan anymore. And what would I use for ID? My pretty smile?"

"Actually, you'd be surprised how often that works." Melody chuckled, "But let's do this: We'll buy you the clothes, and then you just go online and transfer the money to our account. Sound like a plan?"

Well, since I didn't have any sort of plan at all, it sounded better then what I had. I nodded, but actually, I was afraid to go outside and let people see me like this. I mean, what if someone recognized me? Okay, I know that was stupid because that was impossible, but what if I didn't pull this off right and people started to suspect that I was a guy? Again, stupid, I wasn't in drag, I actually was a woman. I wanted to just lock myself in a room somewhere and hide, but I numbly let the two other pox girls lead me towards the door.

"Wait, won't they hear us?" I whispered.

"Quit being such a worrywart." Melody whispered back as she opened the door, "They're still out cold, trust me. Me and Krystal gave them a real work out last night."

They both giggled and all I could do was role my eyes.

We crept out of the room quietly, slowly and carefully moving past the guy's bedroom. I gripped Krystal from behind, feeling my heart beat hard in my chest. I really didn't want to have to tell they guys about my new condition; because that would mean making myself accept it a little more, and I wasn't sure I was ready to do that. We crept forward, moving towards the living room.

"I feel like we're in an episode Scooby Doo." Krystal chuckled, and both girls giggled.

"Will you two know it off?" I hissed, "You'll wake them up."

Melody waved me off, "Don't worry about it. I'm telling you, those guys'll never get up this early . . . ah!"

Her sentence turned into a yelp; because she had just almost just walked directly into Paul and Jason.

They were fully dressed and standing out in the middle of the living room. Aside from matching luggage under their eyes, they didn't seem all that worse for wear despite last night's exertions. In fact, they had that 'I had sex last night' glow about them, and accompanying energy. Despite that, they both seemed to have a worried look about them. Shit, just my luck. I shrunk back as my heart sank, fearful that I'd just been found out despite the fact that they was no way in hell that they could have recognized me like this. I actually maneuvered myself to hide behind Krystal and Melody. I know, I'm chickenshit, but what else was I gonna do?

"Woah, sorry, didn't mean to scare ya." Paul apologized.

"I-It's okay; we just didn't expect you to be up so early." Melody patted her chest as if to still her heart and giggled artificially.

Both Paul and Jason gave each other an uneasy look, and then turned back to the girls.

"Have you girls seen Dan at all this morning?" Jason.

Why yes, in fact, she's cowering behind us right at this moment.

"Dan . . . well . . . that is . . ." Melody stammered.

It seemed like it was too early in the morning for her to come up with adequate bullshit. Krystal jumped in with the save.

"He had some kind of emergency." She said, "He took a cab home and told us to tell you guys when you woke up."

Both of them looked even more worried then they did before. I had a feeling this plan wasn't going to go very well; which really shouldn't have surprised me since we hadn't really thought it through very much.

"What kind of emergency?" Paul asked, getting agitated.

Krystal shrugged, "He didn't say."

"He didn't say?" Jason asked incredulously, "Are his parents all right? What about his sister?"

"He didn't say." She repeated, sounding like that old corny joke.

"Why didn't he take his clothes, all his stuff is still in the room?" Paul asked.

"He said he'd be back later today." Krystal shrugged.

"He didn't take his cell phone!" Paul complained, "We tried calling him on it, its still near his bed."

"He must have forgotten." Krystal replied evenly.

"Why didn't he wake us up before he left?" Paul continued, "Why didn't you wake us up?"

Oh for fuck's sake, Paul, stop asking so many questions. Paul hardly ever talked, why was he being so chatty and questioning now? This guy believed in the Loch Ness monster, why couldn't he believe our bullshit?

And Paul's interrogation kept coming, "Why'd he take a cab? Why not take Nellie's car? That's why she left us the keys."

"I guess in case we needed it?" Krystal offered. This was getting worse and worse by the minute.

Krystal just shrugged again, and Paul and Jason looked at each other.

"Look, he's not pissed about last night is he?" Jason asked.

"What do you mean?" I piped up on impulse and then shut my mouth. Damnit, I had just called attention to myself, which was exactly what I didn't want to do.

"We had a huge fight last night." Jason explained, "Over something stupid. We . . . we were afraid he might have left us. We've been worried about him since we found him gone."

I felt a warm feeling in my chest at that, how concerned the guys were for me. I couldn't tell if it was just affection for my friends or some new reaction of this new body that I was stuck with. Or maybe it was the pizza from last night. That's about when I noticed something else that started to bother me. They way they looked to me was different. Holy crap, had they ALWAYS looked this good? I found my eyes studying their faces and running down over the shape of their bodies under their clothes. They both looked really good, very handsome all of a sudden. Paul in particular. I became aware that my breathing was getting a little deeper as I became a little excited.

"Oh, no, he's not mad." Krystal assured them.

Paul asked, "Are you sure? He didn't seem angry or agitated to you?"

"No, he's not mad, he just had something come up." She said, "He'll probably explain it when he gets back."

Oh, that was gonna be a problem later on, I realized. I wanted to kick Krystal but then again, what could she do? She had to improvise. I knew that sooner or later, I would have to reveal what had happened to me to them. I dreaded that moment. I looked at them and saw that both of them had relaxed a little, but they still looked a little confused.

"Well, I just wish he'd told us what was happening." Paul scratched his head.

Jason came around the other girls and I realized with a start that he was coming towards me. I suddenly felt my heart start beating faster the closer he got. He smiled warmly at me, but there was something about his expression that felt almost hypnotic, like I was being lured in somehow. I found myself becoming excited in spite of myself.

"Well, if that's settled, who might you be?" He asked me.

I drew a complete blank; I had no idea what to say. Unfortunately, it was Melody, rather then Krystal (who seemed to have the cooler head), who jumped in when I froze up.

She stammered, "This is our friend Dan . . . uh . . . er . . . Danica Patrick . . . er . . . no . . . that is . . . she's . . . Danielle! Danielle . . . uh . . . Petruchio!"

Both guys raised an eyebrow at her. I resisted the urge to bury my face in my hands. That was one of the worst covers I'd ever heard in my life. How the hell Melody had rotated her brain from a race car driver to a character out of Shakespeare I'll never know. But Danielle I could deal with. Yeah, Danielle Harris from the Halloween movies, Danielle Panabaker from the Friday The 13th remake, plenty of good Danielle's in the movies I liked. I could be Danielle.

I smiled and waved, feeling a bit of jolt when I realized how girlish I was acting.

"Well hello Danielle." Jason said, smiling, "What brings you to our neck of the woods?"

"Oh, I was in town and thought I'd give Melody and Krystal a call." I explained, "They said to come on over and here I am."

"This early?" Paul said suspiciously.

"Hey, early to be and early to rise and all that." I shrugged, trying to play it off.

"How long have you been here?" Paul asked me.

Damnit, enough with the third degree! This pushed me into another corner; because I realize I had no idea how long the guys had been up and in the living room. If I'd said I'd been there for an hour, they might have been out there an hour ago and known that no one had shown up. Again, it was Krystal who swooped in with the save.

"Oh, she called us an hour ago and then showed up half and hour ago." She explained, "It was funny, she's another horror junkie so instead of knocking on the door, she came around to the side and knocked on the window and started waving her arms around like a vampire trying to get invited in."

To keep up with the ruse, I did my best Salem's Lot voice, waving my arms with curled fingers and bulging my eyes, "Let me in. Let me in, you all look so tasty. Let me in and we'll play."

I even moved back and forth like I was floating above the ground. Everyone laughed, which was good.

Picking up the thread, Melody said, "You should have seen her crawling through the window. She tripped and fell completely over. It was hilarious."

"Hey," I said, "You try crawling through a window in this dress."

"How'd you know what room they were in?" Paul, the master interrogator asked.

"We told her." Melody said simply.

Jason moved closer to me, "So, Danielle, are you gonna be hanging with us tonight?"

The hopefulness in his eyes made my heart flutter a little, "I dunno."

"Oh come on," He insisted, "Hang out with us tonight. You like horror movies, we've got plenty. We'll have a marathon, get drunk, and play some music. We'd love to have a pretty girl like you here."

Oh . . . my . . . god! Was he . . . FLIRTING with me? Yes, yes he was, I'd seen him turn on the charm like this with girls before. I suddenly remembered what I'd read about pox girls and how we gave off poxermones that people couldn't resist. I realized that both guys had been checking me out since I'd walked out here. I could feel their eyes moving over my barely hidden body. I become conscious of the fact that they wanted me.

What scared me the most was that I was enjoying it. Part of me was liking the way they were interested in me. I could see now how girls always went for Jason, his face looked so handsome all of a sudden and his body shape was viewable under his cloths. My eyes dropped to his crotch and I could see the bulge where his cock would be. I remembered what it looked like and felt unwanted tingles in between my legs. A sudden image of myself undoing his pants and pulling that dick out and getting it hard flashed through my brain. I realized I was beginning to think of men in a sexual way.

I shoved the weird thought aside. I like girls, damnit. Girls only. I didn't like guys at all. Wasn't attracted to them in the slightest . . . was I?

I remembered he was waiting for an answer so I smiled sweetly and said, "Maybe, we'll see what happens."

Krystal spoke up, "We're gonna go shopping in town, girls only trip. We're gonna use the car, are you guys okay here by yourselves?"

"Doesn't Danielle have a car? How'd you get here?" Paul asked.

"Some friends dropped me off." I said, a little too defensively.

They grumbled, but they were okay. Krystal grabbed the keys off the hook and we went outside. I was glad Paul hadn't thought to ask which friends, or where I was staying, or how I'd planned to get back. We walked out the front door and I breathed a sigh of relief. That could have gone much better, but at least we'd made it through that. My heart was still pounding and I was still disturbed and confused by how the Jason and Paul had made me feel. I kept telling myself it was the estrogen talking. I liked girls, and that was that.

Yeah, keep telling yourself that, another part of me thought. I could feel the wetness between my legs, but I continued to try to deny what I had been feeling. I was not gay, I liked girls.

Of course, in THIS body, liking girls actually made me gay . . .

My thoughts were interrupted by Krystal. Unfortunately, she was on the same subject, "They liked you."

"Shut up." I grumbled irritably.

"They were sweet on you." Melody said in a sing song voice. "Jason was giving you goo goo eyes."

"Even you had to notice that." Krystal giggled.

"Shut up." I repeated.

They both looked at me, grinning from ear to ear.

I bristled, "Yeah, I noticed it, okay. How could I not, he was as subtle as a chainsaw. But it doesn't matter anyways, I don't like guys. If I'm stuck in the body, then I'm basically a lesbian."

Melody and Krystal exchanged amused glances and giggled.

I remembered something else I had read about pox girls: They were all bisexual, without exception. I recalled Krystal telling us how she'd liked guys as soon as she'd changed, but had taken a while to admit. Was that my fate? Was I going to start going after boys whether I wanted to or not? I felt a part of me get excited at the prospect, and that scared me.

I could fight this, I told myself. It was all a matter of willpower.

Yeah, keep telling yourself that.

We drove into town and headed strait for the mall. On the way, Krystal and Melody excitedly chattered on about all the different stuff I would need to be a girl. Quite frankly, it was all very confusing and disorientating and left me with butterflies in my stomach. How the hell was I going to keep track of all this stuff? I had long been aware that girls had it a lot more complicated then guys, now that I was a girl, I didn't relish the amount of work I would have to put in to my appearance. But for some reason, I felt like I wanted to look my best. I had this wonderful body, and I wanted to show it off. Why they hell was I thinking like that? I bit my lip and almost could feel the girl pox working its way into my mind.

Once at the mall, the girls dragged me directly to a lingerie store. It was called Hush Hush Intimates, and looked basically like a local version of Victoria's Secret (I always wondered what the secret was) or Frederick's Of Hollywood. I started turning red and backed up. I had been in these places with old girlfriends a couple of times and I always felt intimidated by the confusing selection. It wasn't like I was inexperienced with girls, but the confounding unfamiliar terms and selections had made me uncomfortable.

"Come on, you need underwear first, and we've gotta get you measured." Melody tugged at my arm.

"Oh, can't we just get some bag fulls at Target?" I protested.

Melody rolled her eyes and Krystal snorted. They made it sound like I had just asked them who Bela Lugosi was.

"It's not Target it's Tarzhay" Melody gave the word a pseudo French pronunciation, "Which is French for K-Mart."

Okay, a round about way to say it, but I got the message: Target sucks. Well, I guess I kinda knew that to begin with. I let them lead me into that confusing sea of silk, satin and lace. I think my face turned several shades of red confronted with all that ladies underwear, which I was now expected to wear myself.

The first thing they did was have me get measured. I went into a dressing room with one of the clerks, a skinny brunette in glasses, and had to take all my clothes off. The dressing room had three different mirrors, and I tried hard and probably failed not to blush looking a three reflections of my naked female body. The clerk did her thing, wrapping the measuring tape down and writing my correct measurements. I think I caught her mouthing the words 'lucky bitch' behind my back, but I can't be certain. Once I had all my measurements, I dressed and Melody and Krystal dragged me all over the store picking out cute or sexy things for me to wear. Lots of thongs; really are panty lines that much of a problem? I couldn't believe the mountain of stuff I ended up with. Did women really need this amount of sexy under things? Well, it made the sales clerk pretty happy.

Next up was clothes, and I found myself dragged from one store to the next. Horror geeks that we all still were, we spent a lot of time at Hot Topic. The girls were insistent on a lot of dresses and skirts, telling me that the sooner I got used to wearing them the sooner I could get used to my new body. I didn't feel like I really wanted to get used to my new body, the thought of giving up my old one for gone was something I still resisted even though I knew there was no way to go back to being a guy. They gave me tips on how to walk and how to keep my dress from flying up as we moved from just about every store in the mall that offered women's clothing. Still, I think I probably flashed my panties at people a few times by mistake.

They also insisted I come out and model every outfit I tried on. At first, the whole thing made me nervous. But as I tried on various items and found how good some of them made me look in this new form, I found that I was starting to have fun in spite of myself. I even began to come out and start striking poses and doing little twirls.

And you know what? Melody was right: Target sucks. I mean, really sucks, we didn't find anything good there.

It was somewhere during this that I realized something else was changing inside me. The way I walked and the way I moved had become more and more feminine. Pretty soon I was swinging my hips in a sexy little sashay as I moved, and try as I might I couldn't stop myself. Fear still writhed in my stomach as I could feel the pox taking more and more of my masculinity as time went by. It scared me, but I found some part of me liked the new changes.

We began shopping for shoes next, and went through and ton of different kinds: heels, slippers, sneakers you name it, I ended up with several various pairs of it. We had to make several trips out to the car to unload everything we bought. Then it was make up. Now, I'd been aware before that girls spent a lot of money on make up, but I hadn't realized exactly how expensive this shit was. I couldn't believe the amount I was spending on it. I shivered when I realized that part of me didn't care, I just wanted to look pretty.

Ear piercing was next, which I was reluctant to do, but was talked into anyways. Actually, it didn't hurt that much, and when I was done we spent even more money on jewelry for me. I even let them talk me into getting my nose and belly button pierced but I balked at getting my nipples or clit pierced, I just wasn't ready for that. Krystal also tried to talk me into getting some ink, but I told her that would wait. She was pretty insistent that I needed a tramp stamp.

Purses and other accessories were next, and I was kind pleased with some of the bags I picked out. I even got a few shaped like coffins, which was pretty cool. It looked like I might end up a goth girl like Krystal. Which was kind of exciting.

The final destination was a salon that they'd gotten me an appointment at. That was confusing as I thought we'd done my hair this morning, but I let myself be led there was well. The girls dumped me off there and then went off by themselves, for reasons I was to find out later. That left me all alone, which made me nervous and scared again. I worried that I didn't look feminine enough and that my secret would be discovered. Strange, considering how just hours earlier I had been worried about how feminine I was getting.

The girl who took care of me was nice and friendly, and didn't seem to suspect a thing about me. I was relieved to find myself stealing looks at her ample cleavage, confirming that I still liked girls. I was also proud that I found the gossipy conversation going on around me to be as puke inducing as it was before. I had my nails done as well, and mani and a petti as they called it, and had them both done up in a cool blood red color that matched my hair. When I was done I totally could see the difference, my hair now flowing in waves instead of the wilder curls it had before. I realized I now looked good, really good.

And I liked being pretty.

The realization shook me, but I couldn't avoid it. As Melody and Krystal returned and we went to get something to eat, I could feel the stares of men on me as we walked. I felt good, my ego was gratified and I found that I loved the attention, having their eyes all over me. Without thinking about it, I was walking sexy, swinging my hips and sticking my chest out further. I even tossed my hair a few times and found myself smiling back at some of the guys.

Little did I realize my journey to complete feminization wasn't over yet.

We ate at a local version of Denny's across the street from the mall. We got a booth and I slid in, keeping my knees together like I'd been shown. The small cute girl who sat us left us with our menus and we began to peruse them. I found myself worrying about what kind of food I ate. After all, I had this fantastic body; I should take care of it. Krystal and Melody helped me out and we all ended up with some low calorie foods. I almost kicked myself when I realized I was obsessing about my figure just like any ordinary girl. Then again, I did have a nice figure to watch now.

One thing I did know, Melody had been right: Cumming right away like I had did make things easier. I did feel more like a fully sexual being, as opposed to some castrated eunuch, just like they both had said. It had made this transition easier. It's the smallest things that seem to make a difference some times.

The waiter appeared to take out order, "Hello, ladies. What can I get for you?"

I looked up from my menu, "Hello . . ."

Oh! HELLO!

My mouth almost dropped open when I looked up at him and my heart skipped a beat.

This guy was gorgeous. My voice caught in my throat as I took him in: Wavy dark blonde hair, long chiseled features, deep blue eyes that seemed to draw me in, and well toned body underneath his clothes. He just looked so good; I found my eyes trailing over his body and face. I felt myself moisten between my legs and held them together hoping the wetness would go away. My nipples pressed against the strapless bra I now wore under the same dress they'd given me before. I stared at him, my heart starting to beat faster. God, what a . . . a hunk.

Wait a minute! What the hell was I thinking?

I felt ashamed of what I was feeling, but I couldn't help it. My eyes trailed down his fantastic body and rested on his crotch. I could see the bulge there and like before with Jason and Paul, I imagined what his dick might look like. I pictured myself pulling it out and taking it in my hands, and then maybe me mouth . . .

I realized he was waiting for me to order. I sheepishly mumbled my order of a chicken Caesar salad looking down at the menu, my face growing hot. I knew I was turning red but I couldn't stop it so I did the only thing I could, raised the menu in front of my face and hid. While the other girls made their orders; I tried to calm myself down. This wasn't right, this wasn't me; I didn't like guys. But I did like that one; there was almost no way to deny it. I wished he'd stop smiling at me like that; my groin tingled more and more when I looked at that white smile.

He finished taking our orders and then walked away. I tried to will myself not to look, but I couldn't stop my eyes from watching his nice tight butt as it was hugged by his pants. Oh, it was so cute and I felt tingles of arousal make there way up and down my body. I watched his sexy butt disappear into the back and then turned and flushed red again when I saw Melody and Krystal grinning at me across the table.

"He's cute." Melody teased.

I tried to play it off, shrugging, "I suppose so."

The both giggled and my face got warm with embarrassment again.

"Come on," Krystal prodded, "Admit it, he's hot."

"If you like that." I commented blandly.

"You're attracted to him." Melody leaned forward, talking in a sing song voice.

"I am not!" I insisted a bit too firmly.

"Sure, sure.' Krystal chuckled, "That's why you've got high beams on."

It took me a second to realize what she meant. When I looked down I realized she was right, my nipples were pushing through my top like they were about to come bursting out like the chestburster in Alien. I blushed and quickly covered up my breasts with my arms.

"It . . . it's cold in here." I said lamely.

"Sure it is." Melody giggled.

"Well it is!" I insisted, "Shut up!"

"Don't be so stubborn." Krystal admonished me, "Just admit it: You like guys now."

"I do not!" I declared firmly.

But my eyes drifted back to the door where I'd seen him leave. I couldn't help but wonder if he thought I was hot.

"I don't like guys." I repeated.

"Oh?" Melody raised an eyebrow, "Well that's too bad because he was totally checking you out."

"Really?" I turned to her, feeling myself get excited.

The both burst out laughing and I realized I'd fallen right into their damn trap.

"You guys suck." I grumbled.

"Look, it'll go a lot smoother for you if you just admit it." Krystal explained, "You've got a new body with new drives. Instead of fighting it just explore it, you'll have a great time. Besides, bisexuality is the only way to fly."

She and Melody gave each other a high five, and then Krystal's phone rang. She answered it and then totally surprised me by handing the phone to me.

"It's for you." She said.

Confused, I took the phone, "Hello?"

A soft female voice with a pronounced Japanese accent answered on the other end.

"Konnichiwa, Danielle-chan." The voice said, "I'm One Eye-chan. Krystal told me about your pox, and I thought maybe I could help."

And truth be told, she did help. I talked to her for quite some time, getting stories and advice and such, and One Eye told me lots of stories of the experiences other pox girls had after their change. It did feel good to talk to someone else about this; somebody who wasn't treating me like their own life sized Barbie. Little by little, I began to feel more and more accepting of what had happened to me. I didn't know if that was a good or bad thing or not. The idea of leaving behind my whole previous life as a man didn't seem like something I'd be able to do, or even wanted to. But there was this whole new experience of being a pox girl laid out in front of me, enticing me to dive in and experience it for myself.

My dreamboat waiter returned with our food and assured me that I'd enjoy the salad, because his boyfriend loved it.

Aw, shit.

We returned back to the house as the sun was starting to set toting my huge new wardrobe, and found the guys back to being upset since, from their perspective, Dan still hadn't come back. And hell, they looked even sexier to me now then they had when I'd left. It actually pained me to see them so anxious and I felt a lot of affection for my friends at that moment. I wanted to tell them that I was right here and all right, but I just wasn't ready to admit the truth yet: That Dan was now Danielle the pox girl. As they both grew more and more worried that something had happened to me, I become less and less sure I could keep a lid on the truth. I eventually remedied the problem by sneaking into the boy's room, retrieving my phone, and sending a quick text to Jason saying I was fine and that I'd be back as soon as I could. I made up a story about a sick aunt, who was going in for surgery, but her prognosis was good and she just wanted us all there.

Well, it didn't really fix the situation, just postponed it. 'Dan' was never coming back because she was Danielle and already here. The real problem was, once the truth came out, it would be obvious that I was lying to them. A lot. I was pretty sure they'd both be mad at me which made me dread the inevitable revelation all the more.

For the time being, however, it looked like they accepted the explanation and calmed down. Still, I was touched at how worried they were about me. We ordered another pizza and sat down for the second half of our Halloween marathon when the door bell rang.

It turned out that while I was sitting there at the salon, Krystal and Melody had been out picking up guys and invited a pair named Ben and Trevor up to the house for a party. They were nice, friendly, and huge horror fans like the rest of us. The problem was, they were also drop dead gorgeous and my female body that was already worked up being near Jason and Paul was now going into libido overload. I should have put on a different outfit, one that hit my erect nipples more, but then again the other pox girls hadn't, and they weren't hiding their nip hardons at all.

As we sat down to watch, I found myself next to Paul. It was pleasant and uncomfortable all at the same time. I felt myself pressed up against him, the heat from his body warming up mine. What was more, this close to him I could smell him, the faint but unmistakable scent of Irish Spring mingled with that oh so intoxicating male musk. I tried to avoid squirming and crossed my legs, hoping to quell the desire flooding my loins. It only sort of worked. A few times we glanced at each other and our eyes met, and I swear there was some kind of electric spark that flowed between us.

I found myself pressing closer to him, letting the warmth of his body flow into mine. I glanced at him and noticed he was checking out my cleavage. My heart beat faster and I got excited that he was noticing me, looking at me, and checking me out. It was weird that I'd feel that way since I knew that regular girls just got mad if they ever caught a guy looking at their tits. I scolded myself for what I was thinking. Hell, for what I was acting like. What the hell was wrong with me? This was Paul, a friend of mine, a guy I'd grown up with. And now, after being a girl for a few hours, I was panting after him like a drunken prom date. But I couldn't help what I was feeling, and I was rapidly loosing this battle with myself.

I realized with a start that I was smiling at him, and I quickly turned my attention back to the movie. As it turned out, Ben and Trevor were just as big horror geeks as we were, and as usual we all talked and make comments or brought up interesting facts during the movie. They were also, I thought, pretty cute. Wait! Why the hell was I thinking that? I joined in just like I always had, getting into the slasher movie happenings with as much enthusiasm as I had as a guy. I also found I was just as excited by the occasional naked women (not as much of those in the Halloween franchise as there are in Friday The 13th) as I had before. At least those things hadn't changed.

All pox girls are bisexual; I remembered that statement. Was that really something I couldn't avoid? I mean, was I really gonna start liking that movie Mr. And Mrs. Smith a whole lot more now?

At one point, I glanced over at Paul and found him smiling at me. My heart did a little pitter patter as I met his eyes, looking at that winning heart warming smile. How was it that I never noticed that great smile before?

I smiled back at him sheepishly, "What?"

"I glad you're here." He said, getting right to the point as usual, "You're pretty cool."

He patted my hand and I felt tingles of pleasure running up my arm at the contact. My new feminine mind was suddenly wondering what it would be like to kiss him. No! No! I didn't want that, I didn't want to kiss another guy! Well, maybe just once . . . maybe . . .

I muttered a 'thanks' and turned back to the movie, my breaths coming out deeper. Oh lord, I was in a lot of trouble here, and I didn't know how long I could resist what my body was pleading with me to do.

We finished off the last movie of the night, but still had some more to go for tomorrow. Hey, that's ten movie to watch, eleven when you count both versions of the sixth movie (okay, so both versions suck, but they're still Halloween). We all piled into the game room and turned on some music. Melody and Krystal started dancing and pulled me out with them. I had never been much of a dancer but I was doing fine now. And I was dancing really sexy; moving my body like it knew what to do on its own. I became aware that once again, I was practically drunk on the attention my new body was getting me. I could feel eyes on me as I wiggled and shook, and it almost felt like caresses on my skin. I shouldn't have, but I was having a blast as we danced with the guys and switched partners back and forth. I hadn't realized dancing was so fun.

But the whole mood changed when someone put on some slow music. I recognized it as music from Andy Warhol's Dracula (aka Blood For Dracula, directed by Paul Morrissey and Andy probably didn't have to do anything more difficult then sign a paper, but I digress. What do you want from me? I'm a horror geek.), but it was soft, pretty and very much lent itself to a slow dance. I didn't feel like I was ready for that, so I started to sit down before a hand took mine and I suddenly found myself turned around and facing Paul.

Looking in his eyes, those soft pools of blue that seemed to draw me in like a vampire, I felt the resistance give out in me. At that moment he might as well have been Bela Lugosi, Christopher Lee, Frank Langella or even Gary Oldman and I might as well have been some white shrouded cleavage sporting perspective vampire bride, lying out on the bed waiting to be taken away by his undead kiss. God I hoped that train of thought didn't mean I was gonna start reading Twilight (puke). This train of thought also felt weird in that I realized I found Gary Oldman sexy. Whatever the case, let him pull me to my feet and take me in his arms.

"Come on, Danielle," He said in low, sexy voice that practically made me melt, "Let's turn this down a little."

Krystal had paired up with Jason, while Ben and Trevor absurdly tried to both dance with Melody at the same time. To tell you the truth, I felt a little jealous of her getting the attention of two guys at once. Then I shook that off and reminded myself that I wasn't interested in guys. A reminder that I promptly forgot as I pressed closed to Paul's well toned boy and slowly moved to the soothing sounds of the music.

Again, I felt the warmth of his body as well as the shape of his arms as we danced. My nose took in his scent once more and I was becoming intoxicated with it. My nipples were stiffening and I could feel myself getting wet again. Damn, this pussy of mine just didn't know when to stop. There was no way around the fact that I was now thinking of men in a sexual manner. I looked at his face and my eyes were drawn to his lips. I wondered what kissing them might feel like. They were moving and I realized he was talking to me.

"I'm sorry?" I said, blushing.

He chuckled, "I was just saying I really am glad you're here, Danielle."

"Thanks." I mumbled.

"No, really," He insisted, "You love horror movies. You know your films. You dress great. You're beautiful."

My heart surged and fluttered as he called me 'beautiful'. I should hate that, I didn't want to be called beautiful. Oh, who was I kidding? I loved being called that. Who wouldn't? Wait . . . what was I thinking?

"You're a really cool chick," He went on, "It's a shame Dan isn't here, he would have loved you with your red hair and horror enthusiasm."

Way to make me feel narcissistic.

We continued our dance and I felt him edge me closer and closer to him, causing goose bumps to rise on my body. I was still lost in those eyes of his, my heart thumping in my chest. His hands were on my waist, and I could feel the tips of his finger very close to my butt. I imagined him sliding his hands over my ass and squeezing my soft flesh gently. Oh god, I wished he would. Wait a minute, no I didn't! No I . . . I did. Damnit, I did. My own hands were around his neck as I pressed closer to him. The gap between us had now closed and my body was pressed up against his.

I realized with a shiver that I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach and crotch. I was giving him that erection; he had that hard on for me. Tingling sensations ran through me and my chest rose and fell in heavy breaths. I felt myself being drawn to him, being drawn into him, my face moving closer and closer to his. I realized he was leaning down.

Oh my god! He was going to kiss me! He really was! This was it, he was going to kiss me, and I was going to let him. But no, I couldn't let him, we were both guys. No, we weren't both guys, I was a girl now. Yes, I could kiss him, I could let him kiss me, and it wasn't weird. I . . . I wanted to, I wanted it so badly. Yes, I would let him kiss me. Yes, please kiss me, please yes.

No!

I pushed back from Paul, who stared at me with a startled look.

"I-I'm sorry." I stammered, "I . . . I just can't."

And with nothing else to do, and with my conflicting emotions waging war inside of me, I bolted. I ran out of the game room and into the living room like I was being chased by Leatherface. I was sure I saw Krystal role her eyes at me as I left. Once in the living room, I didn't know where else to go, so I headed into the hallway, finally running to the door that led into the backyard patio. I threw open the door and jumped out into the crisp, cool nighttime air. I ran forward to the railing and gripped it with both hands, my breath coming out deep as I tried to calm down. The door fell back and slammed shut behind me, leaving me out in the pale moon light with nothing but the sounds of the crickets and my own confused thoughts.

What the hell was I doing? That was the question that was haunting me now, but in two very different ways as my old self and my new self competed for my attention. Part of me was saying 'what the hell are you doing? You almost kissed a guy', while the other part of me was saying 'what they hell are you doing? Get back in there and kiss that guy!'. At that moment, I knew what The Wolf Man must have felt like having to deal with his animal half all the time. That was me: Goodbye Dr. Jekyll, hello Miss Whore!

As I started to calm down, I began to remember the hurt look on Paul's face. Almost instantly I started feeling guilty for shoving him away like that. I must have hurt his feelings pretty bad, but my own feelings had begun to scare me. I thought about Krystal and Melody, and how well they'd accepted their own pox girl identities. How much they seemed to love it. But then again, Paul didn't know I used to be his friend Dan. I was lying to him, and to Jason, and again I felt a mind numbing guilt.

I knew what scared me the most was how much I wanted it, how much I found myself longing to be like Melody and Krystal: Guilt free, shameless and so sexy. I remembered my disappointment over finding out that my dreamboat waiter was gay. Would it be such a bad thing to enjoy myself as a woman, the way I wanted to? Would it have been such a crime to let myself be with Paul? He obviously wanted to be with me. But he didn't know I was Dan.

I sighed despondently: I should have come clean right from the start and let them know what had happened. It all would have been a lot simpler. Now I was digging myself into a hole, while my own hole was going unfulfilled. I giggled bitterly at the lame pun that had come to mind. I had no idea what the future held for me. I couldn't go back to the way I was; but I was afraid to go forward and open myself up to what I would become. Granted I wasn't turning into the alien from The Thing, but my new future scared me.

I jumped when the door opened. I turned around, expecting it to be Krystal or Melody, but instead Paul stood in the doorway with a confused and concerned expression on his face. I backed up against the railing on the back porch, and tried to think of what I was supposed to say to him. I felt I should apologize, but exactly how didn't come to me. I opened my mouth but no words came out. I wound up just staring at him wide eyes with my kisser open like the world's largest, curviest leech.

"Ah . . ." Paul started, it looked like he didn't know what to say either, "I'm . . . I'm sorry, Danielle."

When I didn't say anything in response he continued, "I guess I . . . I guess I just misread your signals. I guess I thought you were interested in me the way I was in you. I didn't mean to scare you."

Again, I wanted to say something but my mouth wouldn't work.

He turned away, "I'll leave you alone."

He was leaving. And I didn't want him to go.

I found my voice, "Wait."

He turned around and looked at me. Again, I felt my face got hot, staring into those spectacular eyes of his. It was like my heart just melted in my now ample chest when he looked at me like that. Now I had to explain my call, I felt like I wanted to tell him everything but I still couldn't.

"It's . . . it's not you." I blurted, "I . . . I do like you. It's just; I had a really bad break up recently. I'm afraid to get involved with someone again."

That was more or less the truth, I realized, and played a huge part in my reluctance to deal with my attraction to him in my new body. What had weighed mostly on my mind was that I had no idea what exactly had gone wrong; what had I done that had created the break up? Of all the stupid things, Shelly had dumped me over a car part. The 'why' of the situation was hampering me, in ways I hadn't thought. Add that to the trouble I was having accepting what had happened to me, and it was no wonder I ran away from him.

Paul came forward nodding in understanding. He was so understanding, that was so cute. Did I really just think that? The closer he got the more I felt my defenses crumble. He was so handsome and cute, and I wanted to just melt into his arms again. His eyes mesmerized me like Bela Lugosi's in White Zombie. I suddenly found that I was kicking myself for having run from him.

"Look, I really like you, Danielle." He said, coming close, "But we don't need to do the 'happily ever after' thing. I just want to be with you, so why don't we just see where it goes?"

"I'd like that." I nodded, and realized I really did.

My heart pounded and I felt my skin tremble ever so slightly at his closeness and presence. Those eyes drew me in like a sinister hypnotist that could make me his slave and make me do whatever he wanted. His lips attracted me, his mouth so nice and his body so cute. I suddenly felt like he wanted to kiss me. He did, I was sure of it, and I knew I wanted him too. All my objections seemed to crumble away as time seemed to cease and all the sounds around us seemed to fade in the background like that scene from Lost Highway, only way less creepy. Moving almost on auto pilot, I moved closer to him, my breasts almost touching his chest.

Almost against my will, I found myself closing my eyes and lifting my head a little. This was it; he was going to kiss me, full on the mouth. I was going to be kissed, just like a girl. I waited for his lips to find mine.

I waited.

And waited.

Waited.

Godamnit! Kiss me!

He was hesitating, probably afraid I'd run off again. But I wanted him to kiss me so badly. I was afraid of it, afraid of letting more of my masculinity go and afraid of screwing it all up, but I needed it. I reached forward and put my hands on his sides, pulling him gently to me, subtly giving him the okay to kiss me. As his chest pressed against mine, I felt our lips finally meet as he slipped his arms around me and pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss.

Almost like taking a shot of vodka, I felt my body grow warm from the inside and the rest of the world seem to fade away, until there was nothing but his hot body and moist lips moving against mine. Seriously, if we'd been at Camp Crystal Lake, Jason would have been making mincemeat out of us by now. Oh my god, I liked kissing a man, really liked it. I slipped my arms around him and we both pulled each other close, my body rubbing up against his as our mouths smacked on each other. I raised one leg along his thigh, smoothly wrapping it around him and holding him close to me. I felt his tongue slip into my mouth and welcomed it, returning the favor as my own tongue explored his hot masculine mouth. I felt like I would melt into his arms like being absorbed by The Blob as we made out hotly, our hands rubbing all over each other.

His hand dropped lower on my back and then squeezed my butt. I let him, dropping my own hand and getting a nice big grip on his tight little ass. With my leg raised up, my crotch was right on his and I could feel his penis getting hard against my slit. I was getting wet, practically gushing but I didn't care. Tingles of arousal ran up and down my body as I pressed myself close to him. God, I wanted him, so badly.

I gasped and giggled a little as I felt his other hand slip around and touch my breast. Just the simple contact with my boob sent electric jolts of pleasure though me. I knew I would let him touch whatever he wanted on me. We kissed and sucked on each other's tongues, and I felt more and more feminine by the minute. That juicy large prick was pressing against me, separated from my new pussy only but the material of our clothes; clothes that had begun to feel pleasantly too tight. Desire flooded in me, and wanted to pull his penis out; I wanted to see it and to touch it.

My hand cupped the side of his face, running through his hair as he felt me up and we smooched deeply. I broke the kiss, and opened my eyes, looking deeply into his. We were both breathing hard and I could see a crease of sweat across his brow. Not taking my eyes off of his, I let my other hand slip down to the front of his jeans and rub his dick through his pants. My whole body shivered at the feeling of his long engorged manhood under my hand. He was fully hard and the knowledge that it was me who made him this way got me even more excited along with gratifying my feminine ego.

Through slightly trembling lips I said, "Bedroom."

"Are you sure?" His kissed my neck.

He made that sound less dumb then I had when I'd asked it repeatedly of Melody and Krystal last night.

"Yes." I breathed.

I had never been so sure of anything in my life.

From then on, getting to the bedroom was a little bit like a scene from a movie or a sit com. We were kissing wildly, not wanting to take our lips off of each other. We backed up to the door and clumsily pulled it open. Once staggering through with our lips still locked, we awkwardly made our way around until we reached the door of the boy's room. We could hear everyone else still partying in the game room. Once more we fumbled around at the door, and for a moment I thought he was going to just push me up against it and take me right there in the hallway. I was almost disappointed when he didn't and we got the door open and tripped gracelessly into the room, our mouths still pressed together as if we were joined that way.

We staggered rather inelegantly over to his bed, frantically pawing at each other and kissing, both of us so horny and turned on it was a wonder we didn't just rip each other's clothes off. I flopped unceremoniously onto the bed and pulled him to me, our tongues like two epileptic snakes wiggling in each other's mouths. Our hands ran all over each other's bodies, feeling every inch of skin we could. This was so intense, like nothing I'd ever experienced. I remembered Melody telling me that pox girls were far hornier and orgasmic the regular girls and I could totally feel that now.

I reached down with my hands and pulled my dress up over my legs and over my hips. Yanking the material up over my breasts I pulled the dress over my head and off my body, stripping myself to nothing but my underwear. I tossed the dress aside and began to frantically pull Paul's Dawn Of The Dead shirt off. His chest was smooth, with a light amount of hair. It was still very manly; with it's toned but not bulging of etched muscles, in good shape and very sexy. I could no longer avoid how much its masculinity turned on my new female form. I ran my hands over his chest, cooing with excitement, running my finger through his surprisingly soft chest hair.

I straitened up and reached back to unclasp my bra. I tried hard not to look clumsy doing it, after all I had only started wearing them this morning, but it still took a little bit of fumbling around before I got it undone and slowly slipped the strapless bra off of my breasts, exposing my tits to him with their puffy nipples hard and swollen with desire. His reaction was just what I'd hoped for: His eyes lit up and widened and his face flushed, getting a goofy school boy grin on his face.

"Wow." Was all he could say.

I squeezed them gently, raising them up and offering them to him, "Do you like them?"

"Oh yeah." He said.

He kissed my lips, tenderly cupping my breasts with his hands. I squirmed at the contact as he expertly kneaded the flesh of my sensitive breasts. I loved his hands on them, how he made them feel. He kissed my lips and then moved his head over my cheek. He quietly blew into my ear, and the simple act sent a shiver of arousal all over me. He continued to move down, kissing and nibbling at my neck while I moaned softly, my hands caressing his bare back as he pushed me slowly down on the bed, my body moving in wave like motions just from his lips on my neck.

He slid down my body and his tongue flicked out over my breast, licking my hard nipple. I gasped, surprised at the strength of the sensations the act brought to me. My breasts were so sensitive it was as indescribable as anything H.P. Lovecraft could imagine (though I really don't want to compare my awesome boobs with any squid headed Lovecraftian abominations) He began licking and sucking on my nipples, moving from one to the other while I moaned and bit my lip. I was totally in his power now, my pussy gushing with desire. I knew how much I wanted this, and I couldn't stop. I wouldn't stop, I didn't want to. I wanted him to transform me, to make me completely a woman. My old life seemed to seep away from me just form his tender kisses and caresses.

I rolled him over on his back, getting on top of him. I let him continue to suck and fondle my breasts for a while, moaning and wiggling my body, but then I moved down, kissing his lips and then kissing down his chest. I knew what I was going for, what the next step was and I was going to take it. This act, what we were doing, was just as transformative as my actual poxing (or whatever you want to call it), and I was eager for the change, a mental one, where my mind would finally fit my body totally.

I ran my hands over his crotch, feeling and rubbing the distinctive bulge of his dick through his pants. I wanted it, god I wanted it. I knew I wanted it my mouth, more then anything right now. Doubt crept in me again; did I really want to do this? I was about to suck another man's dick, could I really go through with this? I shoved it aside, my burning loins making it all easier: Yes, I could. I rapidly undid his pants and belt and reached inside of his underwear. My hand closed around his erection and I felt a shiver of excitement as I felt its stiff girth under my fingers. I pulled his pants and underwear down and let his cock spring free.

I practically came right there looking at it, rolling my eyes over its long hard form. I'd seen it before in gym class and what not, but now it just looked so manly and inviting. I took it in my hand, masturbating him as I felt my pussy gushing with desire. All those flashes of what I would do with a cock once I had one in my hands that I'd been having all day came back to me. It was time to make those fantasies into reality.

Of course, I'd never actually sucked a cock before. But I knew what I'd liked from the few women who had been goodly enough to suck my dick before. Y'know, back when I had a dick. Thinking of everything that had worked on me, I leaned down and ran my tongue up and down the shaft of his cock, feeling the warm member across my lips. I kissed and licked at the tip, waggling my tongue over it before taking it between my lips and deep into my throat. I began to suck, playing with his balls with my hand, bouncing my head up and down on his magnificent cock. It couldn't believe how good this felt, to be sucking his cock like that. Simply the knowledge that I had his penis in my mouth was enough to send electric sparks of pleasure through my crotch. I sucked wetly and eagerly, loving the feeling of his dick in my mouth.

I had to be careful though, I didn't want to make him cum too soon. I knew I wanted to take this further. None of my previous objections mattered now; I knew exactly what I wanted.

I worked his cock until his stopped me, rolling me over onto my back. He gripped the sides of my panties, the only piece of clothing I still had on, and pulled them down. I blushed as my new privates were exposed, but giggled gleefully as he stripped me naked. I was finally completely nude, and he quickly pushed his pants and underwear down, letting them join my own clothes on the floor. When we were both naked, he spread my legs and I let them open wide, my face flushing hot as my new lady parts were exposed to him. There was no mistaking the eagerness as he eyed my wet, excited pussy.

He began teasing me, touching and feeling around between my legs but not touching my vagina itself. I squirmed on the bed, biting one finger and moving my body in rapt anticipation. And then, I felt his fingers lightly run along the length of my slit. I let out a small gasp as he began to lick at my pussy, running his tongue up and down and lapping at my clit. I moaned and twisted my body, gripping the sheets as he ate me, sucking on my clit and lapping at the delicate, sensitive folds. The feelings were incredible, in a few seconds my pussy had become the very center of my being, as I writhed and twisted on the sheets, my self control lost to my desires and to the attentions Paul was giving me. He slipped two fingers inside me and I cried out. He moved them in and out, finger fucking me while he sucked on my clit. I wondered if this felt so good, what would having his cock in there feel like? I knew, all of a sudden, not only that I wanted to find out, but that I WOULD find out.

As my mind spiraled down into complete femininity, my old male life disappearing to the sounds of my girlish moans, I wondered briefly how Paul had become such and expert pussy eater. I knew he'd had girl friends, but most of those relationships were very short. How could any woman want to give up this? Of course, regular girls weren't anywhere near as sexual as pox girls, so that could be it. We'd occasionally had girls up to the cabin in the past, but it sure felt like Paul had been practicing somewhere.

More fingers entered me and I let out a deep groan, "Oh, yeah, Paul, that's good."

"Oh?" He teased, "You like that?"

"Oh yeah, I love it . . . Oh!" I started.

Paul had playfully touched the rim of my asshole, the act sending shivers all over my body. I couldn't believe how I responded to the anal stimulation, my body shaking as he ran the tip of his finger around my tight hole. Encouraged by my response, he gently and slowly pushed his finger into my other, more forbidden hole, and watched as I twisted and shook in response. He got it all the way past the knuckle and began moving it in and out, his other hand still doing my pussy, and once more his tongue flicked across my swollen clit.

There was no need to ask me if I liked it, my consent was obvious. I felt so incredible turned on, so astonishingly feminine as my naked body writhed at his touch. I had no control over myself, I needed his touch the way a drug addict needed a fix. The way the Frankenstein Monster needed electricity. I knew I would take this all the way. All my reservations and fear were gone, and I was a naked, needful, begging little fuck doll who wanted more and more. As he worked over me, stimulating my swollen clit and probing my holes, I moaned and squirmed shamelessly on the bed, my legs spread wide for him, not a single ounce of shame left in my body. I loved that he was playing with my new body, and come to think of it, I loved my new body.

He rose up and crawled over my body, one of his hands still stimulating me still, rubbing my pussy in circular motions. I knew what he wanted, what was to come next and my body shivered as his cock gently brushed against my wet slit. There was no question what he wanted and my body shivered with what was coming. I knew now that I wanted it too; I wanted to feel him inside of me. I wanted to know what it was like to have sex as a woman.

He gripped the base of his penis with one hand, positioning it over my opening. Gently, he rubbed the tip of it over my folds, lightly rubbing it against my clit. I moaned and undulated my body, my breast shaking back and forth as I did so. I wanted it, god I wanted it. I wanted it inside of me so badly. There would be no going back, but I no longer cared.

"May I?" He asked.

In other words 'May I fuck you?'

"Yes!" I exclaimed, shocking myself a bit with my enthusiasm, "Yes, please, put it in me. Fuck me."

He kissed my lips deeply and I returned the favor, and then, he pushed himself past the lips of my vagina and deep into me. He slid slowly in, taking my virginity, such as it was, although as I guy I had not been a virgin, and this body didn't seem to come equipped with a hymen. More it was just that I was being penetrated as a woman for the first time. And it didn't feel bad at all. I gasped and moaned, twisting under him and reaching up to grip his back as he began to fuck me, moving his cock in and out of my body. I moaned and kissed him, letting my tongue slip into his mouth as his cock slipped into my recesses. Electric volts of pleasure ran all through my body as he fucked me. I moved my hips, matching his thrusts, shamelessly grinding on him as he screwed me, the sounds of our love making filling the room.

All the final walls had come down. I was, I realized, completely and totally a woman now. I abandoned everything I was before and pulled close to him as he thrust into me. There was no doubt in my mind any more, I had become, deep in my very soul, a pox girl.

We began to make love furiously, and I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him into me as we kissed and tongued each other. I loved his body, his smooth flesh and hairy chest. I had never realized before how much women must go for Paul, despite the fact that he was a horror geek. His chest hair rubbed on my hard nipples, and I was astonished how soft it was. Our skin met and pressed against each other as we ground ourselves at one another. This was sex like I had never had before, and I loved it.

I rolled him over on his back without letting him out of me and then I began to ride him, bouncing up and down as my breasts did the same. I looked down at him and could tell how much he was enjoying it, which turned me on and spurred me forward, thrusting my hips in snake like motions and filling the air around me with the sounds of love. My nostrils filled with the scent of our sex. I had never before paid that much attention to what sex smelled like, but now it was a heady, musky aroma that only made things more and more arousing and fantastic.

We did it doggy style with him taking me from behind, a position I found I really liked, with my tits slapping together under me as he drove his manhood into my cunt. It was surprising how much the motion of my breasts during sex could augment it so much, I was coming to really love my female body and its responses, especially my large boobs. I loved being completely naked with him, to have him be able to see all of my nude flesh with nothing to obscure it. I found myself proud of my female body, and eager to show it off to him, or maybe anyone else. The intense pleasure of his thick cock spreading the walls of my pussy had me gasping for breath. I gripped the sheets and thrashed my head, my long red hair flying about as his balls smacked against my ass. My tongue snaked out and licked my lips in total lust and abandonment.

When we switched positions again, he laid me on my back once more and this time put my legs over his shoulders. So strange to be on the receiving end of this position, but I didn't mind. Especially when he was inside me again and started screwing me mercilessly, I moaned and wailed and my whole body shook with each masculine pounding of his shaft. I gripped his back again and we kissed deeply and wildly as we fucked, grinding our naked bodies together with intense feelings of bliss rushing all over me.

So, it was several minutes after he entered the room before we noticed that we were no longer alone.

I was bobbing my head up and down as I thrust my hips upward to meet Paul's thrusts and take him as deep as I could when I opened my eyes and thought I saw something in my peripheral vision. I looked and let out a surprised shriek: Jason was standing just inside the door, staring at us with a wide grin on his face. His Hills Have Eyes t-shirt was disheveled. He looked unsteady and more then a little drunk, but he was definitely turned on by what he saw based on the large bulge in his pants.

I had yelped, but strangely, I didn't feel embarrassed or afraid by his discovery of us. In fact, I just felt excited and turned on by his eyes on us. He could clearly see what we were doing form where he was; he had a full unobstructed view of Paul's dick entering my pussy. We were so busted. But it felt kinda good, a naughty thrill that ran up and down my belly.

"Paul!" I hissed, "Jason's in the room!"

Paul stopped thrusting but didn't pull out of me. He turned to looked at Jason with an exaggerated expression of exasperation. All I could do was giggle girlishly, giddy with the thrill of being caught like this. I looked at the bulge in Jason's pants and shivered, knowing there was another hard cock in there and that it was hard for me. Wait a minute, that wasn't right, I had given myself to Paul; I shouldn't be all ready to grab the next available guy this soon. Should I?

Although I thought I should have, I made no move to hide myself from him. I just let him see it all. I mean, it's not like he was one any number of slasher characters that I'd seem a bazillion times. I mean, we weren't at Sleepaway Camp or in the wrong backwoods part of Texas.

"Busted." I sang quietly to myself,

"Dude, a little privacy?" Paul groused, "Don't you know how to knock? Were you born in barn?"

"Whorehouse." Jason shrugged, causing me to giggle, "Looks like you two patched up . . . whatever the hell that was before."

"Haven't you got somewhere else to be?" Paul raised an eyebrow at him.

He shrugged, "Krystal and Melody are all over those two new guys they found. Got a little crowded."

"It's getting a little crowded in here too." Paul said levelly.

But you know what, I didn't think so. I loved the way Jason talked to Paul, but his eyes never left my bare body.

Jason held out his hands, "Awe, come on. You wouldn't leave your bro high and dry with a chubby would you?"

Paul snorted, "You know I'm always okay with sharing. But only if Danielle is, and she just got out of a bad . . ."

"I wanna be shared!" I declared, pushing myself up on my elbows, "I'm good with sharing."

What the fuck? Did I say that?

I was starting to think I might be a slut.

In a way I couldn't actually believe I was about to do this, but I was rapidly falling down the rabbit hole into my own perverse wonderland. One dick had made me feel so good, the idea of two at once, and two guys all over me making love to me was sending my self control and rationality out the proverbial window. I knew this was just making things more complicated, but I was so fucking horny, my slit was gushing around Paul's still inserted cock. Jason tilted his head in my direction, and Paul laughed with a certain amount of bemusement and pulled out of me. I was so excited I jumped up on my knees, sitting back on my heels. Bouncing on the bed like a little girl, a slapped my thighs excitedly.

"Take your clothes off!" I told Jason, "Come on, strip! Strip! Strip!"

Seriously, did I just say that?

Eagerly, if a little clumsily, Jason began to pull his garments off. I licked my lips as he bared his athletic chest and then cooed with delight as his pants came off and his nice big dick popped out ready for me to play with. I reached over with one hand and began to stroke Paul's cock, turning to him and kissing his lips. Jason was over to me in a second and I turned to place my mouth over his. We kissed and both boys ran their hands all over my unclothed body, feeling my tits, ass and pussy. Their fingers and palms probed everywhere, and I at no point made any move to stop them. My body was theirs; open to being used in any way that struck their fancy. Our lips moved against each other as I kissed one, then the other, our naked bodies close and exchanging heat.

I broke the kisses and said with an intense naughty expression on my face, "I want to suck you both."

Both boys sat on the bed next to each other and I got down on my knees on the floor in front of them. I reached up and gripped one cock in each hand and began to beat them both off. They looked at me in astonishment as I leaned in with a twinkle in my eye and took Jason's dick into my mouth first (since, y'know, I'd already had Paul's in there). I began to move from one to the other, sucking each boy off in turn, wildly deep throating both rods as I jerked them off at the base. It was amazing how much I liked to suck dick. I felt no shame or remorse for the act. I knew a lot of girls didn't like to suck cock, they considered it submissive and demeaning and only (hypocritically if you ask me) would do it so they could get something similar from their boyfriends. Well, maybe it was submissive, but I didn't find shame in the act at all. In fact, I felt a little feeling of power as I manipulated their most private areas; a little sense of control to have their most precious cocks in my mouth. That they were willing to let me do this indicated a certain amount of trust on their part.

Was I a slut? I felt like I was becoming a slut.

Well, it seemed to work for Melody and Krystal. And there didn't feel like there was any turning back now.

Jason pulled me back on the bed, rolling me onto my back. Boy, these guys sure liked me on my back; I thought and then giggled, feeling silly as well as horny. He spread my legs and rubbed my pussy a little bit, making me moan as his fingers slid up and down my slit and over my clit. He then pressed his cock to my lips and entered me. I raised me hips to meet his penetration and he began to fuck me back and forth, pushing deep into my willing, waiting hole.

Suddenly, Paul's cock was in front of my face and I knew exactly what to do with it. I leaned up and took his manhood between my lips and sucked him eagerly, loving the feeling of the shaft of his penis on my tongue. I think I was turning into a very good cock sucker if I do say so myself. I took his prick deep in my mouth while Jason thrust his hips, fucking me hard, sending spasms of pleasure all through my newly altered body, my breasts shaking as the bed rocked back and forth.

I now had no idea why Paul and Jason hadn't been able to get any girls to come up here with them. Well, their loss, their cocks were now all mine.

After a while, Jason pulled out and rubbed my pussy with his hand. I pulled Paul's dick out of my mouth and looked at him, wondering why he'd stopped. I gasped when I felt his finger touch my asshole.

Oh yeah, I suddenly realized, Jason was into anal.

"What do you think?" Jason looked at Paul, "Think our Danielle here likes it up the ass?"

Paul shrugged, rubbing one of my boobs, "She sure liked some anal fingering before. But why are you asking me? Ask her, she's right there."

That was right, that finger up my butt had felt really good, and I was curious to see what it would be like to be fucked up the ass. The idea scared me, though, it seemed like it could really hurt. Despite my fear, the thought of such a dirty, naughty act was exciting me.

Very cautiously, I replied, "I've never done it before. If you're gentle and take it slow, I'm willing to try."

"Don't worry, baby, I'm always careful with first timers." Jason assured me.

I wasn't sure I believed him, and that sounded like it could be very painful if he did it wrong, not to mention embarrassing if something else went wrong. But I was so curious and so uncontrollably horny.

I pulled my legs back as far as they would go, gripping them with my hands and rotating my hips up so he'd have easy access to my other hole. Paul thoughtfully grabbed a pillow and put it under my butt, raising me up a bit. Jason moved his finger around the rim of my asshole, sending shivers down my body and making me giggle girlishly as he played with my ass. He was very soft and gentle as he slipped one finger inside it and carefully pressed it in. I let out a small moan as his finger pushed in and began to move in and out, followed by a second.

He worked slowly and gently, just as he'd promised, loosening me up until he was able to get three fingers in. He then began to twist them as he thrust them, moving them around against the walls of my ass. Again, he did that for quite some time until he felt sure I was ready and then put two fingers from each hand inside me, pulling me open slowly and surely, loosening my ring of muscles that barred his entrance. I was getting off on it, and Paul reached between my legs and began to masturbate me as Jason probed my rectum.

Finally, Jason pressed his cock against the rim of my ass and told me to take a deep breath. Slowly and methodically, he began to press his member into me, taking his time and going slow, getting deeper and deeper. There was a sharp pain, and a little ache, but nothing like what I had been worried about. I bit my lip as he started to fuck me, taking my anal cherry. The pain quickly went away, and I was able to take him deeper and deeper into my ass.

At first, the experience was a little disappointing. I felt nothing in particular other then the pressure of his organ inside my ass. But he seemed to enjoy it so I let him keep doing it.

But then, ah but then, I started to enjoy it. It started as a little bit of a tingling deep inside my body but soon spread. The pleasure radiated out inside of me, and soon it was like getting my pussy fucked from the inside out. I began to moan and undulate my body, enjoying every single second of my sodomy. I gripped the back of his neck with both hands and began to buck my hips at him, taking his cock deep into my ass, moaning and grunting as we fucked. This felt incredible, I realized, and thought everyone should experience this at least once. My feet danced in the air and his dick filled me up inside, pressing against the walls of my asshole and revealing new pleasures I hadn't ever considered as a guy.

Oh my god, I was Jason's type!

Jason pulled out of me, and Paul quickly took his place. I arched my back and cried aloud as I was sodomized, his cock feeling so good in my ass. We were all three covered in a thin sheen of sweat now, fucking and grinding on each other like animals. Again the whole world seemed devoid of anything but me, the two boys, and our wild animalistic pleasure. And damn, I loved boys, I really loved boys. I loved their skin, I loved their cocks, I just loved them as much as I loved girls. Girls like me.

I'm a little fuzzy on how we ended up this way, but as some point Paul was lying on his back and I was on top of him riding him with his manhood back in my vagina. Lying all the way on his chest, kissing him passionately, I felt Jason get behind me and slip himself back into my ass. Just like that, I was getting double penetrated, both my holes filled with thick stiff juicy dicks. I moaned and bucked my body, driven wild with lust by the two cocks filling my body. I was filling the air with cries of pleasure as I wiggled between the two boys, our naked bodies so close together I almost didn't know where I ended and they began.

The pleasure began to build and build as I barreled towards my climax. When the orgasm hit me I writhed in delight between the two of them, crying out in pleasure as I felt one, then the other cum inside me, coating my holes with their thick spunk as I thrashed in ecstasy between them.

When I finally came down from my cum, we fell into a pile on the bed, the boys wrapping their arms around me and holding me between them. Nobody spoke or said anything, they just held me like that, and our naked bodies pressed together, my woman's form sandwiched between them. I had never felt so happy and so contented as I did there being held by the two of them: My two lovers and my two best friends.

I felt unmistakably feminine: I was a woman now. Cradled in their arms, I thought girlish thoughts and gently drifted off to sleep dreaming girlish dreams.

I woke the next morning, completely secure and sure that I was a woman. There was no waking thinking that I was still a guy at first, no suddenly gasp as I remembered what had happened to me. I was a pox girl, it was who and what I was, as simple as that, and I loved it. I lay contentedly between the two guys, feeling secure and happy with the warm feeling of their naked skins on my own. The sheets were somewhere on the floor and we were lying exposed on the bed. I realized they were both sporting morning wood, their cocks rubbing pleasantly against my soft skin. I wondered if I should wake them both up with a nice wet blowjob. I licked my thick dick sucking lips at the thought.

I then became aware that I had been woken up by the sounds of giggling.

I opened my eyes groggily, cursing whoever it was who was interrupting my blissful Danielle sandwich, although I pretty much knew who it was. I rolled over and pushed myself up on my elbows. There, next to the bed, were Melody and Krystal, dressed only in t-shirts that they had been using as nightgowns. It was obvious that they were both naked under them. They were grinning and giggling and staring down at the human pretzel that was the three of us.

"Good morning, slut." Krystal sang to me.

"So what happened here, Miss I'm-going-to-be-a-lesbian?" Melody chided.

Krystal added, "Yeah, looks like somebody jumped on the boy train."

My response was only to give both of them the finger.

"Yeah, we can tell that's what's been going on." Krystal giggled.

"Come on, admit it, you're a cock fan now, just like us." Melody pressed.

I kept a stern, angry expression on my face for as long as it could, but then broke into a wide grin. Might as well admit it, the evidence was laying right next tome.

"All right, you were right, boys rock just as much as girls." I chuckled.

The boys were beginning to stir next to me, waking up.

Melody looked down, "Oh, looks like there's some morning wood going on. Should we leave you three alone?"

The boys were now awake, groggily looking at the other girls. I reached down and took each of their dicks in my hands, lightly beating them off. I sat completely up, looking at the other girls with an exaggerated stern expression.

"Hell, no!" I told them, "Take your clothes off right now and join us!"

They didn't need to be told twice, they slipped out of their shirts and jumped onto the bed and we all started the morning with a wonderful five way orgy. I lost track of who was doing what to me, the morning dissolving into a dizzying blur of naked skin, boobs, cocks and pussies. When we were finally all done, we all hopped in the shower. Cramming five people into one shower is the kind of thing that's fun at first but after the tenth elbow in the rib cage sort of looses its luster pretty fast.

Man, what a trio of total sluts we pox girls were. We'd just open our legs for anybody.

After we dried off me and the other girls went back to our room and got dressed, and Melody and Krystal gave me more pointers on make up and hair. I decked myself out in a goth/schoolgirl outfit that I thought was pretty cute and sexy. While in there, I sent the guys another text from "Dan" assuring them that I was alright and would be up to join then soon. If it was hard to admit who I was before, it was freaking impossible now that I'd had sex with both of them. After that, we all went down and had a big breakfast, recharging our batteries after all that exertion last night and this morning. Ben and Trevor had left early this morning but were coming back tonight. We sat around the table downing scrambled eggs, sausage and bacon along with orange juice and some very black coffee. As we chatted, the subject changed several times, but we ended up on the topic of werewolf movies.

"What I got a kick from was the way after The Howling and An American Werewolf In London," Jason was saying, "Was how they'd try to do the same effects on TV on a tiny budget . . . it always looked so awful."

"So what do you think was worse?" I laughed, "Manimal or Werewolf?"

"Manimal!" Paul laughed, "God that was so bad."

"Besides," Krystal chuckled, "I kinda liked Werewolf."

"I think a lot of people do." Jason snickered, "They rerun that on The Chiller Channel all the time."

"Hey, don't forget She Wolf Of London." Melody chimed in.

"Oh god," Jason groaned, covering up his eyes, "Even worse when they made it into a comedy as Love And Curses."

Paul laughed heartily, "Hey, you know what? Dan secretly loves that show!"

"I do not!" I exclaimed.

And then suddenly I shut up as I realized what I had just done. I clapped my hands to my mouth as the room suddenly got very quiet and the guys stared at me. Oh my god, I had forgotten myself and now I had to exclaim what I had said. Maybe I could play it off? Maybe I could claim that I'd heard him wrong and thought he'd said "Danielle"? I didn't know what to do; I had to come up with something quickly to explain my outburst. Krystal and Melody glanced at each other nervously. I opened my mouth to explain, but nothing came out. It was almost like I'd spent too much time last night putting things in there. Now I basically had my foot in there.

Paul rose to his feet pointing at me, "Oh . . . my . . . god! Why didn't I see it before? You love horror movies, you have red hair and amber eyes . . . you're Dan, aren't you? You girl poxed and didn't tell us what happened. Dan didn't go back home to check on family, he turned into you, didn't he?"

I literally felt all the blood drain out of my face. My heart skipped a beat and my skin felt cold and clammy. The jig was up, and there was no way out of it. I tried to think of some convincing lie, something I could say that would fix this, but my brain froze and nothing happened. I stood up, probably looking completely stupid with my mouth hanging open, trying to make something up that would keep my secret.

I couldn't look him in the eyes anymore.

I dropped my eyes to the floor and admitted, "Yes."

"What?" Paul asked, shocked.

"It happened two nights ago." I looked back up at him, feeling mortified, "I was sleepwalking again, sometime after you'd finished with the girls and gone back to sleep, and it just happened. Melody and Krystal took me to their room and tried to help me out. I just . . . couldn't bring myself to tell you guys what had happened to me. So we made up this story about leaving to take care of a health crisis in my family and I texted you from my phone so you wouldn't worry."

Once I finished there was another long silence where nobody said anything. Everyone just stared at me. Melody reached over and squeezed my hand in support.

Paul finally broke the silence, "I . . . uh . . . I was just kidding."

That came down crashing on my head like two thousand pounds of bricks. Aw shit, and I'd just come out of the pox girl closet thinking my cover had been blown when I didn't have to! Man, now I felt so stupid. I tried to play it off; maybe I could still salvage this.

I giggled, "Yeah, so was I. Oh, man, you should have seen you face! It was priceless."

I laughed hysterically and rather synthetically and Krystal and Melody joined in. But the guys didn't laugh, and they simply looked at me with wide eyes. It was obvious that they weren't buying it and my artificial laughter died off quickly. I looked at their faces and I knew there was no way to hide it anymore: They KNEW who I was. There was no way to deny it anymore, Dan and Danielle were the same person and I'd been lying to them the whole time. Damn my pox girl libido, I'd even had sex with them. They would hate me know, I was sure of it. I felt myself choke up and my eyes start to moisten a little bit. I clutched my hands together nervously.

Jason said, "No, it makes perfect sense. She loves all the same movies and stuff, talks almost the same way. The whole time she was here I kept thinking she was like; Dan's long lost sister or something. And look at her: Red hair, thick lips, huge breasts, wide hips . . ."

"Wide?" I protested.

". . . round butt and even Amber colored eyes." Jason continued ignoring me, "And she roots for the Stealers because they come from George Romero's home town. She's Dan's dream girl. Remember what One Eye said, pox girls turn into whatever kind of girl they like the most. I think you were right, she's Dan."

Paul leaned across the table at me, "Dan? It's you, isn't it?"

I dropped my eyes, biting my lip in shame. I couldn't speak, so I simply nodded.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Paul asked, "Why the elaborate deception?"

That word hurt, 'deception'. It was true though, that's what I'd done: I'd deceived them, my two best friends. When I'd needed them the most, I'd shut them out. I felt my eyes moisten more and I sniffed a little.

"I was ashamed." I said weakly, "Ashamed of what had happened, what I'd lost. Once I started lying, I just couldn't stop and I just dug myself deeper and deeper into the hole. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lie, I didn't mean to worry you, and I'm just really really scared that you guys are gonna hate me now . . ."

I couldn't go on, tears started streaming down my cheeks and my lips trembled, I blubbered a little, unable to speak for a second as my body was wracked with sobs. I couldn't talk anymore; all I could do was cry.

"Oh, damn all this estrogen!" I cried and ran from the table and out the front door.

I threw my hands on the railing on the long front porch and continued to sob. Everything was going wrong for me, I felt like Ash in The Evil Dead. Naturally, it wasn't long before I heard the door open and someone come out on the porch with me. I didn't look to see who it was, I didn't want to face anyone and I was sure my newly applied make up was a mess anyways. I felt somebody standing near me, and then I heard Paul's voice.

"No one hates you," He said gently, "We're just surprised, that's all."

He put an arm around my shoulder, and my body quivered slightly at the contact.

"I know it's shocking." I said, "I'm so sorry, I should have told you before we did it. It's not fair to you, not knowing that I used to be a guy. Or that I used to be your friend."

"Hey, hey, hey," H pulled me closer, rubbing my shoulder, "You're still my friend. And don't worry, we went all crazy with Melody and Krystal and we knew who they used to be. It's a little surreal, but I think we can handle pox girls who used to be our bros. To tell you the truth, I had started to suspect that you were Dan from the moment I first saw you. It was just a total surprise to realize it was true."

I thought back to that morning and all the questions Dan had asked, picking our story apart like crazy. Yeah, I supposed in hindsight I could see that. That meant of course, that he'd suspected the truth when we were having sex last night. Maybe this wasn't going to be the problem that I thought it was. Maybe I had been doing all that worrying for noting. Then again, I still worried about hurting Paul somehow with my actions. I hadn't been a very good friend to him, lying like that.

"Besides," He said, turning me to face him, "I like you a whole lot more like this then I did before."

I was crying again, the tears slipping down my cheeks, "You're just saying that the make me feel better."

"No, it's true." He assured, "And don't worry, no matter what, we'll always be friends."

"You really believe that?" I asked him.

"I do."

"You believe in The Abominable Snowman." I stamped my foot frustration.

"But I also believe you're beautiful."

And with that (unsurprising after last night and this morning) statement, he leaned down and kissed me. I felt my body warm up pleasantly as I returned his kiss, letting my arms slip over his hips and pull myself closer to his warm body. We moved out lips on each other, making out gently as he slipped his arms around me in a nice warm embrace. I felt good in his arms, safe and appreciated. In a way, I never wanted to let him go. But I broke the kiss and pulled back.

"Wait, we can't do this." I protested, "We can't be together."

He looked exasperated, "What? Why not?"

I paused before answering, not sure if I should say what I was thinking.

"I'm a slut." I finally said, "There's no way I could ever be faithful to you."

He stared at me, and then burst out laughing. Needless to say, that kinda got me mad.

"Why are you laughing?" I asked indignantly, "I'm being serious. If the last two days is any indication, I'll open legs for anyone. Just like Melody and Krystal."

He tried and failed to stop the giggles, pulling me to him again and chuckling to himself.

"And this is a bad thing?" He asked, amused.

"I . . . don't know." I admitted.

"I told you last night, I wasn't thinking 'happily ever after' and all that." He said, rubbing my hair affectionately, which pissed me off because I'd just done it.

"So . . . what is this between us?" I asked.

He shrugged, "I have no idea. Why don't we just wait and see what happens. Maybe we're just friends with benefits?"

For the first time, I smiled, "Yeah, I can do that."

"Sure, you come with all sorts of benefits." He said and kissed me again, causing me to melt into his arms once more.

Still, I felt differently about Paul then I did about Jason or the other girls (or my gay waiter boy, for that matter). The attraction was stronger, the chemistry better, and the desire to be with more intense. And it wasn't just the sexual attraction. I felt safe around him and comforted. I loved just being in his arms and pressed up to his chest. I was his Roger Corman and he my Vincent Price. My feeling scared me. Was it possible that, despite my nymphomaniacal new drives, I was . . . falling in love with Paul? And if I was, what kind of relationship could we have? Could we really manage an open relationship where we had other lovers? I imagined Paul with Krystal and Melody, fucking their brains out and found I only got turned on. Maybe this could work? I got excited and kissed him deeper, pulling his body against mine.

"So, are we good now?" Krystal's voice chimed near me.

I nearly jumped out of my skin. Krystal, Melody and Jason were all standing in front of the door watching us, having quietly come out while we were talking. I blushed red, feeling completely embarrassed that they'd all seen that. That faded fast when I realized they had come out for the same reason Paul had, they were worried about me. No matter what happened, I realized, I was surrounded by people who cared about me. The thought made my heart warm a bit.

I nodded, "We're good."

We all went back in the house. Later we all went shopping again, with the guys picking out all kinds of sexy outfits they wanted to see me in. Can't say it didn't make me happy to have all that attention.

That night, Ben and Trevor returned, bringing two more guys named Clark and Kent (Seriously, I'm not kidding) and a couple of Row girls named Maxine and Lucy also turned up, having been directed here by One Eye. We finished off our Halloween festival with the two remakes and then the party was on. All us girls were up on the tables dancing to the music. I felt energized by all the eyes on me and pretty soon we were all completely naked. I even let the girls spank me and tie me up for a little light bondage show. I realized I was an exhibitionist as well, and I loved being naked and doing naughty things in public. Man I was probably gonna end up as an internet porn star.

My god, Jason was right: Red heads ARE fuck'n crazy.

As we stayed at the cabin, the days went by and I got more and more used to my new body, life and identity. The Rows helped me change my name and my ID and birth certificate which was surprisingly easy to do, making the idea that the government did know about girl pox all the more likely. When Grandma returned from Vegas she was in for quite a surprise, but she warmed up to me. It seemed she had been following One Eye's blog as well. Grandma contacted the rest of the family and explained what happened. My first day back was awkward, but we all got through it. My mom buying a ton of new clothes, most of which I didn't like very much. Eventually, everyone began to accept the bizarre situation.

Melody and Krystal were right: In the end, I loved being a pox girl. I even got my nipples pierced and a tramp stamp and some other ink just like Krystal had suggested.

I still don't know what it is between me and Paul, but I still spend a lot of time with him. I think I'm in love with him, but I don't know for sure. I'm pretty sure he likes me too. But what the future holds for us I have no idea. But not knowing what will happen next, that just makes everything jut a little bit juicer. But one thing I do know, I love my new life. I love all the attention, all the sex, and all the fun. I really love being a pox girl, and I think if I had the chance to change back, I probably wouldn't take it.

Oh, and there was one more benefit to being a pox girl: Since that night, I haven't ever sleepwalked again.