8 comments/ 62714 views/ 21 favorites The Part Time Woman By: manyquestions There is an old saying that any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic, and the gender transformation machines are a fine example of this. When scientists announced that a new device could change every aspect of a person's gender, including the DNA of every cell, in only 15 minutes, it created an incredible stir. In fact, there was no way for any medical test to determine who had been transformed and who had been born that way. More of a stir was created when the scientists figured out a way that transformations could be pre-set to reverse themselves at predetermined times. And even more of a stir was created when the price of the transformation came down so much that it was no more than the cost of a meal at a moderately priced restaurant. Then the pundits, the talk show hosts and the newspaper and magazine writers really went to town. One of the things they discussed endlessly was why five times as many men as women were interested in experiencing what it was like to change sex. Moreover, most women either tried it once and then never tried it gain, or in rare cases changed their gender permanently. But a huge number of men changed into women again and again, and twenty times as many men as women changed their gender permanently. What did this mean? What did it indicate about the sexes in general and the roles of the sexes in our society? Why were so few women interested in being a man even for a day, while so many men passionately desired to become women frequently, or even permanently? Jon read about the new technology with great interest because he long had wanted to experience what it was like to become a woman. He had always admired the female form, and often had wondered what it would be like to have a sexy female body, even if only for a few hours. He begged his wife, Tiffany, that he be allowed to give it a try, for just one evening, and that they make love while he was a woman. But always her reply was an emphatic "no". After all, she was happy with things the way they were, and she was not a lesbian; she did not want to make love with another woman. "Jon - can we play our dress-up games as often as you want - we both think you look sexy in my panties and bras - why don't we just take the dressing further? You could continue to wear my panties and bras, and I would put a wig and makeup on you. You could pretend to be a woman and I would make love with you that way." While wearing feminine clothing was fine, Jon wanted the real thing. Panties and bras was not enough - Jon wanted to have something to put into them, rather than for him - and her as well? - to pretend he was a girl. He wanted to see what it was like to become one. He wanted to try having breasts and a pussy, so he tried long and hard to change Tiffany's mind: "Do you find women ugly? Repulsive? You often give fake "peck" kisses to your girlfriends, often hug them, and even walk arm in arm together. Do you really cringe at the thought of touching or kissing me as a woman? You often admire female beauty. Besides, you are extremely passionate and sensual - you love sex, and in general you like variety when we have sex. You might well like it." Tiffany admitted that she often touched and looked at women and that she considered them beautiful. But this was normal for a woman in our society. She admitted that she did not find the idea of kissing another woman repulsive. But making love was very different. Besides, what would their friends think if Jon became a woman and they went out together? She did not want everyone to think that she was a lesbian, or that she could not keep her man happy sexually. Tiffany also had another fear, one that she did not share with Jon. In terms of his sexual stamina, Jon was average for a man. But Tiffany was so passionate that after she wore Jon out sexually, coming several times herself, and he went to sleep, she often masturbated for long periods. She did not want to admit to Jon - or even to herself - that maybe if Jon were a woman he could keep up with her sexually. Plus, just because she was so passionate, found women attractive, liked Jon in a bra and panties, and liked different kinds of sex certainly did not mean that she was a lesbian, she told herself again and again. She always came with Jon, often twice, and always thought about heterosexual lovemaking when she masturbated. Finally, as Jon's birthday approached, after a huge amount of begging, and after he repeatedly said that if she tried it once for a few hours he would "owe her big time", Tiffany agreed. "But only one time. And we will stop any time I say to - even if it is after one light kiss. And if we do stop early you won't complain about it afterwards." Jon readily agreed. Jon got off work that Friday at 5:00 pm, drove to the Transformation Center, and was fully transformed by 6:00. Per his agreement with Tiffany, he had requested the minimum possible length of a transformation - 12 hours. After 12 hours he would automatically switch back to being a man. The transformation started almost immediately after the machine was turned on. The first signs were that his body hair fell out and his breasts started to tingle. After less than a minute he noticed his nipples were getting larger and more sensitive, and his skin was getting softer all over, especially on his chest. He was getting more feminine by the minute. Each minute he watched his nipples, areola, and breasts grow, and in another minute his chest was more girlish than guyish. He marveled how it was so unfair that women had two more erogenous zones than men. Jon was thrilled to now be getting them too! He got excited as his body got soft and curvy, and his chest developed a beautiful A, cup and then a B cup. He watched with fascination as his waist curved in and his cock turned into a clit. His hair got longer and softer and he felt and looked pretty. Jon stared at his new body in a full length mirror. After only 10 minutes the transformation was astonishing - almost magic. So this is what he would have looked like if he had been born a woman? He had always wondered. The result was very nice looking. Sensuous, with a full C cup figure. Not quite as sexy as Tiffany, but he sure was cute. As a man he had always loved the female form - so of course he loved his new body. He noted with a grin that he would happily "do" himself if only it were possible. He was the same height as Tiffany, with similar breasts. They could share bras - only for real now - wouldn't that be intimate! And, maybe it was a good thing that Tiffany had overall a slightly curvier body and a more beautiful face. But maybe his hair was a bit nicer? He was at least average looking, in fact, better. On a 10 point scale he was a 7, which was wonderful, but while Tiffany was at least an 8, maybe a 9. Maybe Tiffany would not feel threatened by the new Jon? Jon rubbed his hands over his breasts and pussy, and even was able to lick his nipples. They felt indescribably good - nothing like he had ever felt before. Jon marveled that women did not spend all day playing with themselves! He - she - was having a great time, but was taking care not to come. He wanted to save that for Tiffany. Jon had to admit that he felt sexier than he ever had felt - but surely this was due to the fact that this was all so new. He felt strange putting on the panties and bra he had remembered to bring. But he felt embarrassed putting on the T shirt and jeans that he had been wearing because they now were too big. He had forgotten to bring new outer clothing and he knew that he looked like a sloppy mess in Jon's old clothing. Jon returned home and knocked on the door with a pounding heart. He was so scared of rejection he started to shake. But Tiffany welcomed Jon back home with a big smile and stared at the figure in the too-large clothing for a long time. She examined every detail of his face and head (his body was well covered by his way-too-large and rumpled clothing, and hard to view well). Tiffany raised her hands and started to run them through Jon's hair, softly using her fingers to brush it a bit, which calmed him (actually, her) down. "Your hair is so soft and beautiful. Your face is so pretty - much prettier than it used to be." This got a smile from Jon. "I bet your lips are softer too." And with this she lightly touched her lips to Jon's. And then she kissed him a little bit harder. After this Tiffany settled in for a long, sensuous kiss. Minutes passed, during which they explored each others' mouths. And then more minutes passed in the same kiss. Suddenly Jon realized that he was enjoying this kiss more than he ever had enjoyed a kiss, and his eyes were closed, just like a woman. This pleased him. He was a man in a woman's body, but he was starting to experience sex the way a woman did. Tiffany then resumed running her hands through his shoulder length hair, while they kissed some more and Jon reflected that this was longer than they had ever kissed in the years they had known each other. The old Jon would long ago have dived down to her breasts or would even be in her by now. But he wanted this kiss, the best in his life, to go on forever. Jon then felt himself start to get wet, and he felt his nipples getting erect! Not his cock - that did not exist any more, but his nipples! Then Jon started to gasp with passion. And Tiffany had only touched him above the neck! Jon had to break off the kiss to breathe. He had never writhed and moaned from a kiss before, had never felt like this from only a kiss. What would come next! Tiffany smiled and said, "Calm down, girl! You have to get used to a higher level of pleasure. I'll take it slowly. Well, let's look at all of you. Please!" Jon calmed down and slowly took off all his clothes, feeling like a piece of meat as he shyly turned around. Tiffany walked up to him and gently placed her arms around Jon's neck and kissed him slightly harder, and then more passionately. At first their bodies did not really touch, but as she held him tighter their breasts pressed tighter and tighter together. Finally their entire bodies pressed together - Jon naked and Tiffany fully clothed. After another 5 minutes - which seemed like hours - Tiffany broke off the kiss and said, "I'm going to call you Jenny. From now on. OK?" Jon - Jenny - nodded. They resumed kissing, and Tiffany again stroked Jenny's hair, and their kisses soon turned into caressing. Jenny was relieved that Tiffany seemed to be enjoying herself. But Jenny did not want to spoil things by taking it too fast or by pressuring Tiffany to do anything too quickly, especially unfamiliar actions like feeling Jenny's breasts, rear, or cunt. So Jenny took the active role, but did so very slowly. Jenny gently led Tiffany to their bedroom and pushed her onto the bed they had shared as husband and wife. After undressing her and planting many more kisses all over Tiffany's body, just the way she liked it, Jennifer made oral love to a writhing Tiffany, who came quickly. Jenny then used her fingers on Tiffany's clit while sucking on her breasts and she came again. Was it Jenny's imagination, or had Tiffany come much more strongly than when Jon made love with her? No doubt about it - but Jenny told herself that it was the novelty of the situation. Tiffany was like a virgin when she was with another woman - that is why she had come much more strongly with Jenny than with Jon. After Tiffany recovered she pushed Jenny onto her back. "Are you sure?" asked Jenny? Tiffany gently kissed Jenny's mouth for several minutes, and then moved to her breasts. She sucked her nipples ravenously while fingering her clit. Jenny felt sensations that built as never before. But instead of climaxing, the sexual wonder continued to build. Her clit was on fire and her nipples took her to a level of ecstasy that poor Jon had never known. And then higher and higher. While Jon always came with barely a sound, Jenny's ecstasy was so great that she could not stifle her screams. "Oh my god, Tiffany, this is too much for me to handle. Oh my god, I can't stand it. Yes. Yes. This is incredible. Suck my tits! My clit! I never, ohhhhhhhh, I can't, this is too much. I neverrrr, nooooo... Ohhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhh." She came more violently than Jon had ever dreamed of coming, thrashing so violently that she almost threw Tiffany off. And for longer. And then she came again, several times. Afterwards Tiffany kissed Jenny yet again and looked at her with a grin: "You liked it more as a girl, didn't you? Much, much more. You like it now as much as I do, right? As much as I did with Jon, and as much as I like it now, right? I admit I like it with you, Jenny. But you'd better not say 'I told you so'. If you do say that I'll fuck you again." Jenny kissed Tiffany very softly for a long, long time, and then gave a huge smile back and replied, "I loved it. And I told you so." They went to sleep with Tiffany's arm around Jenny, her hand on Jenny's breast, her naked cunt pressed against Jenny's soft, smooth and curvy rear. Jenny had never felt so intimate. But after 12 hours the change reversed itself, so they woke up with Tiffany's arm on Jon's hard, flat chest and her cunt on Jon's hairy rear. Then life went back to normal. But Jon could not forget his time as Jenny. In fact, he thought about it every day. Jon and Tiffany continued to make love as always, but whenever they did, Jon could not help but recall his time as a woman. He had thought that being a woman one time might fulfill his fantasy, but he had enjoyed it so much that he wanted to do it again. Whenever they made love he pretended to be Jenny - but of course that was not at all the same as actually being Jenny, and the difference frustrated him. He had tasted sexual bliss as Jenny - how could he be satisfied as plain old Jon? Jon with the boring non-sexy body? Jon who could only come once. Jon, whose cumms -- compared with Jenny - were so lame. He thought about being a woman again constantly - but would Tiffany agree? Jon waited patiently for the right time, which occurred a month after his first change. That Friday, Tiffany called Jon at work at 4:30 pm and, sighing, observed that they had both been too busy to make plans for the weekend, and lamented that they had nothing much to do the entire weekend. She wondered if he could think of anything interesting to do. "Well - I could become Jenny again." Then he quickly added, "For just 12 hours." There was a long pause, but finally Tiffany replied, "Then we would have to stay in on Friday night. I wouldn't want our friends to think we were weird." Jon readily agreed. After they hung up he decided that this was a major advance. If he could become Jenny a second time, maybe he could become Jenny whenever he - they - wanted. That would be ideal. He could sometimes be Jon, and sometimes be Jenny. What man wouldn't like to make passionate, almost endless, lesbian love once in a while? Jon changed to Jenny that day at 5:30 pm, and they stayed in that evening and made love. It was just as good as the first time, and Jenny was grateful they had a detached house so there was no close neighbor who could hear Tiffany's screams through a thin wall. Noise was an issue because this time Jenny let herself go wild, and she and Tiffany took each other to ever higher levels of passion. Since Jon had never made a sound when they made love, Tiffany had in the past felt funny showing how much she enjoyed it. She had felt sorry for Jon since he could never reach her level of pleasure, and Tiffany did not want to "show off" how much fun she was having by vocalizing what she felt. But now that Jenny was going so crazy when they made love, Tiffany decided she could do the same. So Tiffany relaxed and let herself really enjoy herself while they made love. Their moans and screams filled the house. They went to sleep and he changed back at 5:30 AM the next morning, so when they awoke they were again man and wife. Tiffany snuggled against Jon and said, "Now its Jon's turn" and kissed him deeply. They made love the old-fashioned way and then collapsed into each others' arms. Jon had quietly enjoyed it, even though his pleasure had been immensely greater the night before. Finally, Tiffany recovered and said, "That was awesome. But we have nothing else to do today - let's do it again." But Jon had to swallow hard, tremble, and reply, "Tiffany - that was indeed fantastic, but you are too much for any man to handle. We are going to have to wait for a while before we continue. Maybe in a few hours...." Tiffany was silent. Then she quietly replied: "Jon, you are a wonderful lover, and I know that I'm too horny for any man to handle. But I bet that Jenny could satisfy me." Jon stared at her silently and then replied, "I'll be back in less than an hour." As Jon got dressed and hurriedly left, Tiffany handed him a bag containing a sexy bra, panties, blouse and girl jeans. She kissed him goodbye and added, "Make Jenny last until right before you go to work on Monday. In fact, Monday is a holiday, so I want to fuck Jenny until early Tuesday morning." When Jenny returned she grabbed Tiffany and purred, "Now I am going to satisfy you again and again, like no man could ever hope to." And she did. After that weekend Tiffany's inhibitions about asking Jon to become Jenny disappeared. So did Jon's hesitations about asking Tiffany if it was ok - it was clear she adored making love with Jenny. It was ideal - he could become a woman any time they wanted. He now lived part of his life as Jon, and another part as Jenny. Soon after Jon's second transformation they got into a routine in which he became Jenny every second Friday night. Sometimes for a day, but usually for an entire weekend. On average, Jon was a girl for roughly 1 day a week. In fact, whenever Jon became Jenny they would laughingly argue over who liked it more - did Jon like being Jenny more, or did Tiffany enjoy Jenny more? They would usually start the "argument" when they were naked and then playfully "wrestle" over the issue by tumbling around their bed together - pussys and tits mashing together - Tiffany laughing and saying that Jenny liked it more and that it was cool that Jon wanted to be a woman. Jenny came a great deal more passionately than Jon, and many times more often, so if course Jon preferred to come as a girl. Jenny would "wrestle" back by sensuously rubbing herself against Tiffany, giggling, and replying that Tiffany liked it the most and that it was cool that Tiffany was a lesbian. Since Tiffany came louder and more often when Jennifer made love with her, she clearly preferred girls. Their tumbling always led to passionate lovemaking, and it became their own private ritual. (By contrast, Jon and Tiffany could not really wrestle playfully because he was so much bigger and stronger that it would have been silly.) Another private ritual developed a large portion of the times they made love. Jenny would roll on top of Tiffany, part her cunt lips, and carefully position her hard erect clit so that it went slightly into Tiffany's cunt, and exclaim, laughingly, "I'm a man. I can fuck you with my cock." As their cunts ground together, Jenny's hard clit could not penetrate Tiffany, of course, but it could at least go into the top of her cunt a bit. Tiffany would suck Jennifer's tits and fondle her rear as she writhed on top, scissoring her, and reply, calling her by her male name: "Jon, you are the sexiest man in the world. Your chest is sexier than that of any other man. And your rear is sexier too, and you are better looking than any man. You are so pretty and your hair is fantastic, I love it so much. Jon, fuck my cunt with your improved cock. You have the only cock in the world that can come again and again! Your beauty and tits and improved cock make you the perfect man, the perfect husband, Jon - fuck me! I am so glad I am married to you and that you are fucking me, instead of one of those plain looking, hairy men." The Part Time Woman Jennifer would then say, "I am a man, version 2.0, an improved man. My cock is very small, but it is the best cock in the world, the most powerful cock in the world because it can come many times. It does not turn useless after I come. I am now fucking you with my rechargeable cock. I can fuck you again and again, more than any other man can. I am the luckiest man in the world because I look better than any other man in the world. I have beautiful hair, a better looking face than any other man. I have incredible breasts, which are so beautiful that I feel sorry for men who have flat, hard, hairy breasts. And my nipples are hyper-sensitive, with feelings that old fashioned men can only dream about. I am so glad I am a man, but version 2.0. I am the sexiest husband in the world." All during this time Tiffany sucked "Jon's" tits and "Jon" ground "his" clit into Tiffany's cunt. They both always came the strongest and the most times when they played this game. Within a few weeks it became clear that they both wanted Jenny to appear every Friday night. Tiffany frequently told him: "I love looking at Jon, but I also miss Jenny's beautiful sensuous hair and pretty face - please become a girl. For me!" Jon missed the sexy feeling that he got whenever he became Jenny, so he willingly became Jenny more often. Why shouldn't he have a sexy body, instead of Jon's boring body? Where was it written that they had "quota" on how often he could become sexy? What was magic about one day a week? Why not two days a week? Soon that became their average. However, they would go out with their friends - often their best friends Bonnie and Steve - on Saturday or Sunday night, always as Jon and Tiffany, because Tiffany didn't want to appear "weird" in front of their friends or in public. But whenever they didn't have anything planned for any part of the weekend, Jon would become Jenny - sometimes for the entire weekend. By now Jon was Jenny for at least 2 days every week. But they never went out of the house as a girl couple. Until one Friday night when Tiffany felt like dancing. As a safeguard against being seen by anyone they knew - Tiffany was so afraid of being considered weird or unusual - they went dancing at the Moonbeam club on the other side of town. Summoning their courage, they went into the club, which was filled with both singles and couples. A guy went up to Tiffany and asked her to dance, but she replied - "Thanks, but I'm with her." Ignoring his shock and the stares of the guys checking them out, they went to the dance floor together, holding hands. As they put their arms around each other and began a slow dance, and held each other tighter, they started to get very different types of stares from both the men and women at the club. This caused Tiffany to whisper to Jenny, "They are all jealous - the men and the women are all jealous of us. The men are frustrated that two hot women prefer each other instead of them, and they don't want to admit that the best way to get a girl today is to become one. And the women wish they had the nerve to do the same thing we are doing - slow dance with another woman. They secretly want to, but they are too inhibited to change their husband or boyfriend into a sexy woman and go crazy with her!" Tiffany turned to the group of staring men and proclaimed, "In six months you'll all have your own pussys." Then she turned to the watching women and told them, "In six months you'll all be eating the men's pussys." Both the men and women froze in shock. Jenny got caught up in Tiffany's spirit: "Since they are all staring at us anyway, let's really give them something memorable to stare at." As they continued to dance, Tiffany kissed Jenny passionately, ran her hands through her hair, ground her pussy against Jenny's, and felt up Jenny's breasts (over her dress). Jenny rubbed on Tiffany's rear, kissed her on the mouth, face, and neck, and had never felt happier in her life. Then several other girl couples got the courage to come out onto the dance floor. Soon the dance floor was half filled with girl couples. Jenny whispered to Tiffany, "I wonder how many are real girls and how many are like me?" Tiffany replied, "Jenny, love of my life, you are a real girl" and kissed her again. Just as they were starting to wonder how far they could take their exhibitionism without getting thrown out of the club, they were interrupted by a familiar voice: "You two make a lovely couple." They broke their embrace and looked towards the voice - it was their friend, Bonnie. Except that Bonnie was not with her husband Steve. She had her arm around a smiling woman, who said: "Hi. I'm Stephanie." Jenny stared for a while at Stephanie and replied, "Nice to meet you. I'm Jenny." Then all four burst out laughing. Bonnie replied, "We are giving a party next Friday but we were not sure whether you guys would come. But now that we have seen you today, we would love to have you at the party at our house - its a "Come as A Girl" party. Be there at 8:00." Tiffany and Jenny had of course heard of "Come As A Girl" parties - parties where the couple changes to an all-girl couple before coming. But they thought these parties were just for Hollywood types and "in people". Clearly, middle class suburbia was now throwing and going to them. When they went to the party they were shocked at how normal it all seemed - practically everyone they knew was there - as a girl or girl couple, of course. Married couples, dating couples, and singles - all came as females. Everyone danced, smooched, and had a good time just like at any party - except that all 40 or so people in the house were female. As they danced, Jenny thought to herself that Tiffany no longer has to worry about what their friends would think if they knew that Jon sometimes becomes a woman. In fact, she wondered - how far would it go? Would everyone become a girl? What percentage of the time? That was their first "Come As a Girl" event they went to, but not their last. These parties gained popularity because they gave the old-fashioned kind of couple "permission" to become all-girl couples. They gave men an excuse to convince their wives and girlfriends to give it a try. And they gave wives and girlfriends an excuse to seduce their husbands into the wonders of female lovemaking. Instead of people having as their reaction, "Try the transformation? No way, that would be so weird if we made love as lesbians," people increasingly reacted, "I guess everyone's doing it. Let's give it a try." One such party proved memorable. As they entered, a voice asked Tiffany to dance, and she replied, "Thanks, but I'm with her". And then she looked carefully at the woman who had asked her, who spoke: "Remember me - I saw you a few months ago at the Moonbeam club. But I was a guy then." Tiffany then asked, "Do you still go to the Moonbeam club." The woman replied, "Yes, but only as a girl. I finally saw that the only way to get pussy today is to have one, so I have been going only as a girl. In fact, there rarely are many guys at that club any more. Only a few bitter souls who drink by themselves. Every guy who wants sex or even a date has become a girl." Was this an exaggeration, or was it true? It was increasingly true for Jon, who by now was a woman for at least 2 days a week. This pattern continued for several more weeks until at 5:00 pm on a Wednesday Jon was thinking about leaving work when the phone rang. Tiffany was insistent: "I just got a raise and I want to celebrate by fucking you tonight - and having you fuck me." Jon was startled at Tiffany's language but turned on at the same time, and recovered quickly. "Congratulations on the raise. I'll help you celebrate. ." "Great! I want to make love until we both pass out, until there is nothing left." "Any way you want, Tiffany." "I'll tell you how I want it - I want you to be waiting for me when I get home today." "Sure." "And I want you to be wearing the matching pink baby doll bra and panties set." Jon paused. This meant that Tiffany wanted to make love with Jenny. That Tiffany would rather celebrate with Jenny than with Jon. "With pleasure." Tiffany then whispered huskily into the phone: "I feel like pussy today. Cunt. Putang. Twat. I want to fuck you by sucking your luscious tits and making you cream in your panties. I want to make love with you, Tits ("Tits" was Tiffany's pet name for Jenny) until you pass out from the passion." Jon had gotten an erection listening to Tiffany, and his erection got even harder as he realized he would soon be trading it for a hard clit - with beautiful breasts and hard nipples as a bonus! He was always happy to trade one erogenous zone for three! Jon left for the Transformation Center, thinking it significant that Tiffany would rather celebrate with Jenny than with Jon. That must be because Tiffany wanted to celebrate with sex, and of course Jon was no match for Jenny in that department. In fact, Jon reflected that recently he had changed to Jenny whenever either of them had wanted to make love, or even when there was a chance of lovemaking. In fact, Jon hadn't made love to Tiffany in quite a long time. Regardless, Jenny was home within the hour. They celebrated Tiffany's raise like tigresses in heat. That was Jon's last midweek transformation for a couple of weeks. Then he got a call from Tiffany at work. "Happy anniversary, darling. I've planned a romantic dinner for two for tonight. Meet me at Tony's Italian Villa at 7:00. I've arranged for a violinist, flowers, and your favorite wine. We have a dark table where we can be alone. I want to look into your eyes and tell you how crazy I am about you. I want to marvel at how lucky I am to have you and to spend the rest of my life with you. But mostly, I want to tell you how much I love you. Jon started to tear as he started to tell Tiffany how much he loved her and his life with her. After quite a long while they had each finished. Just before they hung up Jon asked Tiffany if she could wear the red dress that Tiffany has worn on their first date. "How sweet, Jon. How romantic and symbolic. I'll be happy to. And could you please wear the black dress that you wore on our first date?" As Jon drove to the Center he tried to think what it all meant. Not only did Tiffany prefer to spend the anniversary of her marriage with Jenny. She had called her first date with Jenny "our first date", and if all of her earlier dates with Jon had not really counted. Jon tried to take stock - when did he become Jenny? For lovemaking, of course. The sex was much better, that went without saying. There was no way a man and a woman could make each other happy sexually compared to the volcanic pleasure two women could bring to each other. They made love for longer and much more passionately when they were both women. But more just sexual pleasure was involved. Jon admitted to himself that whenever he celebrated something with Tiffany he also wanted to be Jenny -- why? He could not quite put his finger on what the reason was. Maybe they felt fewer barriers when he was Jenny. Maybe two women could be equals in a way that a man and a woman could never be? Maybe when he had a cunt and tits he could be more intimate with her, and understand her longings, desires and needs better? Jon forgot the philosophical issues, however, as soon as Jenny saw Tiffany in the restaurant. They talked, held hands, stared at each other, toasted each other endlessly, and thought of countless ways to proclaim their love for each other. This was certainly not the last of Jon's weekday transformations. In addition to becoming Jenny during the weekends, Jon had started to change midweek at least once a week, and often twice. Whenever one of them got horny, or wanted to celebrate something, he would change to Jenny. In fact, often he would change for "no reason". He found that he liked to snuggle with Tiffany more as Jenny than as Jon, and that the cuddling was better also, even if it did not lead to lovemaking. So did their sleeping - which usually consisted of Tiffany wrapped around Jenny. Tiffany said that she liked to cuddle equally with Jon and Jenny, but Jon could not believe it. Surely she must prefer cuddling with the soft, curvy Jennifer to the boring hairy Jon. Often he would change to Jenny just to hang around with Jenny, even if they only snuggled, kissed, cuddled, and fell asleep in each others' arms. By now Jon was Jenny at least three days a week in total, an average of four days, and during exceptional weeks, for five days. Most weeks he would be Jenny more than Jon. John reflected; was he a part time woman? Or a part time man? What was the norm and what was the exception? The percentage of the time he spent as a woman had quickly risen above 10%, then to 20%, then to 33%, and now slightly exceeded 50%. Except when Tiffany went out of town on business trips. Then Jon saw no reason to change into Jenny. Most of her trips were short, but then she had a 12 day trip, from Sunday to the following Friday. They made love just before she left, and then Jon passed the weekdays as -- Jon. But when Friday evening came he found himself alone, bored, and horny. Jom had nothing else to do and decided to engage in some old-fashioned masturbation - which he hadn't done in a very long time because Tiffany wanted to make love more often than Jon/Jenny did. So he stripped, looked down at his flat hairy chest, insignificant nipples, and cock. And was turned off. He told himself that his boring body could only come if he lost himself in a fantasy involving beautiful women. So he found a magazine and then DVDs with beautiful naked women, but was unable to get even a mild erection. He was incredibly horny but could not get hard! He then found magazines and DVDs with photos of lesbians making love, which had always worked in the past, and started his masturbation over. He read letters, stories and looked at photos and DVDs for hours and got harder, but still could not come. He then went online and started reading transsexual stories and looking at re-captioned photos, both old favorites and new ones. After hours, still nothing. Frustrated, Jon decided that it was Friday night and he was just too tired, so he went to sleep. Saturday Jon did chores and denied his horniness, but when Sunday evening came he was almost ready to burst. He did all of his tried and true masturbation techniques again -- but still nothing. Jon looked in disgust at his male body and realized that he had to make himself sexier if he were to come. So he got dressed, went to the transformation center, and returned as Jenny. Jenny stripped and beheld her wonderful body. Left hand on her right nipple, right hand on her clit, she started to rub, thought about how lucky she was to be a girl, and came almost instantly. Then she found the magazine with photos of beautiful naked woman in it. Jenny rubbed on herself while staring at the photos, and came a second time. Then Jenny looked at the lesbian magazines and stories and came a third time. Online TG stories produced orgasm #4 and #5. Then Jenny looked at her own body in a mirror, and watched herself writhe and lose control as she masturbated, and came again and again, crying our loud. After Jenny calmed down she reflected on what it meant. She was as horny when she had been Jon, but just couldn't come any more as Jon! She tried to tell herself that it was just a one-time aberration. A fluke. It happens to every man sometimes. But Jenny suspected that maybe something was in effect telling him that he now felt sexy only when he was female. Had he come to find - realize - that Jon's body was boring? Or was it that he had tasted filet mignon and champagne did not want to go back to hamburgers and beer? Jenny drifted off to sleep confused, wishing Tiffany were back. When Tiffany finally returned an eager Jenny pounced on her. Their pent up sexual tension caused them to be even more passionate than usual and, as usual, they both came multiple times. Never again did Jon even try to come. One Saturday morning a couple of months later Tiffany and Jenny lay naked on their bed. Tiffany had awoken Jenny by gently sucking her breasts and stroking her hair. The nipple sucking had lasted for a long time because they both loved it so much. Tiffany sucked one and then the other, and then both at once. Then Jenny did the same to Tiffany. And then they both did each others' breasts at the same time, with Tiffany on top, but reversed head to feet, her breasts dangling down. "Tell me, Jenny, do you like having breasts more than I love sucking them? You've heard the expression "breast man" - well, who is more of a "breast woman" - you or me?" Jenny replied: "We both love licking, sucking, and playing with the others' breasts. But I love having breasts more than you do because I used to have a silly flat chest. And I might again tomorrow. I used to have tiny nipples that were not at all sensitive, and a chest without beautiful breasts on it. And I might again tomorrow. So while we each love the others' breasts, I am sure that I appreciate having them more than you do." With that they made wild and loud love. Afterwards they started to dress by, as usual, choosing the panties and bra for each other. But today was different because it was time to pack for their annual two week beach vacation. As they discussed the details Tiffany looked at the half-naked Jenny and said with a grin, "I know how we can make packing easier this year. Why doesn't Jenny and only Jenny come to the beach with me? We could share clothing. Jenny and I can wear the same bras and panties, blouses and pants, but (Tiffany said with an even bigger grin) they would not fit Jon very well." Jenny stared back - why not indeed! He had never been Jenny for more than a long weekend before, but why not give two weeks a try? He was usually Jenny for Friday evening, all day Saturday and Sunday, all holidays, and usually one or two days during the week as well. He was usually Jenny for slightly more than half of the time - roughly four days a week, and on occasion five days. Why not for two straight weeks? Tiffany continued: "I want to see you in a bikini. Wouldn't it be sexy if we had the nerve to walk hand in hand on the beach - like we always do at the beach - except with you as Jenny? Wouldn't it be outrageous -- she stood up and brought Jenny to her feet - if we stood on the boardwalk in our skimpy bikinis and kissed like this while you are a girl? Infinitely hotter than a guy and a girl kissing! Two hot babes in bikinis hungrily kissing and feeling each other up on the beach and in the surf and on the boardwalk - a video of it would get a million hits on YouTube! You could put your hands on my bottom, like this, and I could put my arms around you and slip my hands under the back of your top, like this, while we slow kiss on the beach and tell each other how much we love each other! Maybe my hand could even briefly wander onto your nipple under your bikini? Wicked! Besides, it'll feel more like a vacation if you are Jenny." Tiffany gave Jenny a long kiss and put her hand under the back of Jenny's bra (pretending it was a bikini), and then slowly slid her hand around and felt her nipple. Jenny felt up Tiffany's bottom while they kissed and thought - it was true. They both had more fun when he was Jenny. They made love more often and more passionately and both enjoyed it a lot more, of course. But they also laughed more, they were more at ease and relaxed, and they felt far more intimate when they were both women. They connected better, were more in tune with each other. They even were more deeply in love! She would definitely spend the entire vacation as Jenny. The only question was whether she would ever change back to Jon afterwards.