Cheryl found a black skirt at a blue top that seemed to match. It was sort of silky, and had very thin straps. He took off his airline uniform, and hung it up. The dark hose he left on the floor with the panties. He wanted to wear a fresh pair.

He put the skirt on, then the top. But there was a problem: it was a small enough top that you could see a lot of the bra. The front was cut into a V, and you could clearly see the white bra cups. And the wide white bra straps were not even covered by the thin blue straps from the top.

Cheryl took the top off, then took off the bra. In the mirror, he saw his large bosom now for the first time. It was shocking! He could not believe that he was a girl. He could not believe that he had such big tits. They jiggled as they moved.

He pulled the blue to back on, and now it looked much better. He showed a lot of cleavage. You could still see red marks on his shoulder where the straps from the bra had pulled down all day. But he felt much less constricted with it off. He looked at the bra, and felt the underwire. What a contraption! He had a sinking feeling about having to wear one of those every day.

He just had to get back to being himself. He couldn't take this much longer. He continued to unpack the bag, hoping to get his mind off of his predicament. But every item he removed reminded him more and more that he was a woman now.

One of the last things he removed from the suitcase was a makeup bag. He put it on the counter by the sink in the bathroom. He looked in the mirror, and instinctively started to apply lipstick, mascara and eye shadow. Then he let his long hair down, then fixed it up, making it look neat and nice. More of Cheryl's memories. It seemed that the ones that came into his mind were ones that deal with *how* to do something. At least they weren't so bad, he never would have known what to do without them.

He pulled on a pair of shoes, and headed downstairs to the lobby. As he stood in the elevator, he put his room key card into his purse. His purse! He hadn't remembered picking it up, but he did it. It was like an automatic reaction for this body he guessed. But it really bothered him that he had just done something that a woman would do *automatically*, without even having thought about it.

That meant....that he was becoming Cheryl on a subconscious level too! Not only were her memories penetrating his conscious mind, but his unconscious mind too! You do so many things all day that you don't think of. Like how you walk, or how you move. Things that are just so much a part of your every day life that you don't *have* to think about them. How many other female things was he doing now, without realizing it?

The girls took a cab downtown, the strip of restaurants and clubs along the coastline. They selected a seafood place, and waited at the bar to be seated. Cheryl took special notice of how he was walked, how he moved his hands when he talked, or how he would brush the long hair back from his eyes. All Cheryl things, not Jerald things. He wished he had been more observant at first. Was he doing these things all along, or was she having more and more influence over his mind?

Cheryl looked at the busy bars, restaurants, and the strip clubs. As Jerald, he had been here many times, and had enjoyed watching the nude women gyrate for him. He would have loved to go into one of those places tonight. It was chilling to realize though, that if he did go in, he would be qualified to be one of the dancers on stage, not one of the oglers paying money to watch them. He quickly changed his mind about trying out a place after dinner!

They sat down for dinner, and Cheryl was grumpy. After all that he had been through for the day, it was understandable. But the girls, particularly Catherine would not leave him alone.

"What do you think about that cute waiter?" asked Connie.

It was an area of thought that Cheryl didn't want to get into. He still thought of himself as a man, even in his new female body. And even though women are attracted to men, he didn't want to even allow himself to think like that. He couldn't. He was a man inside!

But Catherine was determined not to let him off the hook. She had some strange power over him, so when she started on him, he dreaded the results.

"Tell me Cheryl, when you see that cute guy, how do you feel?"

"I hate this" replied Cheryl.

"That is not an emotion. Now tell me, how do you *feel*?"

Cheryl knew that women were supposed to experience emotions and feelings differently then men did. He was afraid that some of that was already in his mind, or might seep in too. But up to this point, he had denied it. But now Catherine gave him an order. And he was unable to resist when she told him to do something. He just *had* to do it.

He looked inside, and was quiet for a moment as wave after wave of realization swept over him. First he realized one thing: there were a whole world of emotions bubbling up from under the surface. They had been there all along, but he had tuned them out. Like how you don't notice the sound of the ocean surf in the background after a while. It's there, but you don't hear it.

But now she had forced him to tune in to what his heart was saying, and what he *felt* inside.

"Look at him!" said Catherine.

"I...I feel tingly" said Cheryl. "I feel scared. I feel warm down there, between my legs. Its as if....I...I'm getting wet."

"See, she's very excitable" said Connie.

"You get aroused *very* easily" whispered Catherine into his ear. "Seeing that you used to be a man, you should understand that."

Cheryl just stared at Catherine, with wide open 'doe eyes'. He was reeling inside, going through the trauma of realizing that his new female body was attracted to men. It was *his* body now, so that meant that *he* was attracted to men. No! That couldn't be! He looked up to Catherine for help, but she just smiled back. She was enjoying this, seeing him squirm.

"Please, can we talk?" he asked her. "Alone?"

"Sure Cheryl. Lets take a walk" said Catherine, giving a wink to Connie. Connie remembered a similar moment years ago when she had first become a woman. The other girls in the crew knew just what Cheryl felt like too. Catherine's whole crew had come to her this way. But Cheryl had no way to know it, and what her destiny really was.

"Look Catherine, I don't know who you really are, or how you did this to me, but I just want to say that I'm really sorry for how I acted today. I will never treat another flight attendant poorly again in my life. I swear to you. I will do *anything*! Please, just let me go back to who I really am."

"You guess correctly Cheryl, that I did this to you to teach you a lesson. But I am not satisfied. You see, it's not just how you treated Connie today that is your problem. It is you attitude towards women in general. I made you become one of us, because that is the one thing that you most dread inside. You *hate* the idea of a woman running your life, or telling you what to do. You think us inferior."

"No!" protested Cheryl.

"I know what is in your heart. You cannot hide it from me. I saw your face as you drove by the strip club. You wanted to go in, didn't you? Or the waitress tonight. You weren't very nice to her. We're both in the position of serving customers. I would think that you would have empathy for her, and try your best to treat her with respect."

"But she's just a waitress. Its her job to serve us" said Cheryl defensively.

"See? You just proved my point. No Cheryl, you haven't learned your lesson. And for that reason, I am not going to change you back. In fact, I have decided that you need quite a bit more conditioning. So I am giving you a choice."

"A choice?" said Cheryl.

"Yes. You can stay as you are right now, and serve on my crew for ten years. At the end of that time, I will release you from my service, and you can return to your former self, or stay as Cheryl. Whatever suits you best."

Cheryl shook her had. Not a good option.

"Or as an alternative, you can work for me, for just nine months before I release you. However, there would be one condition: I will tell you to do a task, and you *must* do it."

"And that would be all? I would be free to go?"

"Exactly" said Catherine, smiling. "The choice is yours."

"Well then, I pick nine months" said Cheryl.

Catherine smiled. They always took the bait.

"Now Cheryl, you realize that if you fail to carry out the task I am assigning you, then you will be stuck for the rest of your life, just as you are?"

"Yes" he replied.

"Very good. And you took this option of your own free will, correct?"

"Yes. What is it I must do?"

"That cute waiter we saw at the restaurant? Your task is to seduce him, and bed him tonight."

"Bed him?"

"Make love. I'm sure he'll be glad to drop you off at the hotel when you're done. But don't stay out too late, we have a 7:00 flight in the morning, so you need to be ready to leave the hotel at 6."

"I can't do that! I can't make love to....to a man."

"Then you'd prefer to stay this way *forever*?"

"No, but...."

"You had better get going. Time is wasting. What if some other hot babe picks him up before you do?"

Cheryl walked back to the restaurant steaming mad inside. Catherine had tricked him, and now he faced the choice of screw a guy, or be a woman forever. He needed a drink. He went over to the bar. He looked up, and saw the waiter himself, putting in a drink order for one of his tables.

"Hi" said the waiter.

Cheryl felt that tingle inside again, and that strange excitement. Part of him wanted to run away. Part of him wanted to cry. But part of him *did* want to 'bed' him.

"Hi yourself" said Cheryl in a sultry tone. "I'm Cheryl. Nice to meet you."

* * *

"It looks like they're flirting" said Connie. "Cheryl chose the nine month option?"

"They always do" replied Catherine. "Men don't *think* of the implications before the choose. And they think in their minds that they are strong enough to overcome their new bodies. But I think that Cheryl will truly emerge after tonight."

They all giggled. They knew exactly what Catherine meant.

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