"I am Melody" she said out loud.

The fact that she was pretty made her suddenly feel dizzy. Not just because it was still such a shock, but also because of something worse. She was pretty, and she was *proud* to be so. Another female reaction. The change to her body seemed to be complete, but her mind was rapidly changing even now, with female thought patterns replacing the male ones which had previously been in place.

It felt like Wayne was being erased, and Melody being etched in his place. She felt so upset, and she started to cry. *Another* female reaction! It kept getting worse and worse.

She looked at herself again in the mirror, and felt all dirty after all the sweating. She went into the bathroom, and took a long hot shower. She made sure to wash up between her legs too, since it had been all wet and oozing.

She toweled off, and was about to start with her hair, when she felt a sudden sense that someone was coming! She ignored it, but then there was a knock at the door. She hurried to put on a bathrobe. So, that was what female intuition felt like.

She went to the door, and found that it was just the paperboy, wanting to collect for the week. She went to the night stand, got a few dollars, and handed it to him. The way he stared at her, particularly at her chest, made her feel uncomfortable. This was a fourteen year old boy, and he wanted her. She could sense his reaction to her.

Nothing made her feel worse, than knowing that men wanted her. Her mind might be changing, but her sexual preferences were very deep rooted. Knowing that soon even they would be changing was enough to cause another crying fit.

She went to the kitchen, and opened a bottle of wine. She needed a drink. Her legs started to feel chilly in the bathrobe, so wineglass in hand, she went to the bedroom to get dressed.

But there were only men's clothes, and she shook her head. How could she look pretty in men's clothes? Something within her was really upset that she would even *want* to look pretty. But that part of her was even more distressed to find that she was hoping to find a bra in the underwear drawer, and that she felt the need to put on a skirt instead of pants.

She did her best, but the clothes were all the wrong size for her. She would have to go shopping that afternoon, and get a proper outfit. She went on to her second, then third glass of wine, as she finally picked out something half way decent.

She polished off the wine, then went to see what she could do about her hair. It had become long during her transformation, with the ends curling up just a little bit. There was a hairbrush in the bathroom, but no blow drier, hairspray, or anything useful which she needed.

She looked around, but she started to feel very dizzy. Wayne had been able to drink a whole bottle of wine, without a problem. But Melody was much smaller, and drinking an entire bottle was starting to effect her. She felt very dizzy now, and had to sit down, since the room was spinning so much.

She crawled on the bed, and laid down on her back. She started to touch herself between her legs, and found that she could easily find places which elicited pleasant sensations. She continued to explore, and found that her clitoris was much more receptive to the touch now. She instinctively opened her legs wide, and used her fingers to explore inside.

The overwhelming power of her orgasm, combined with the effects of all the drinks was too much. After exploding in pleasure, and realizing that she wished it was her male lover doing that to her, instead of her own fingers, she relaxed so much that she started to fall asleep.

* * *

Wayne woke up covered in sweat. The vague memory of a bad dream lingered in his mind, a feeling of terror that he had been fleeing from, but one from which it was impossible to escape. He could not remember the dream, but the layer of moisture covering his body attested to his struggles while he had slept.

"It was just a dream" he said, relieved somehow to be in his own bed, and hear his own voice. He felt reassured, and the memory of the dream started to fade.

Suddenly, an involuntary contraction like a cramp in his stomach made him sit up. It was a hard pull, causing pain to shoot out all over him. It seemed to cut right through his body, like a knife. Then it hit again, lasting longer this time. What was going on? He had never felt a pain like this before in his entire life. And somehow, he had a vague sense that it related to his terrible dream.....

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