Stephanie and Cheryl

It had been two months since the transformation. July and August are memories. It is now mid September. Daily exercise after work keeps this girl fit.

At 4ish one afternoon while pumping my legs on the stairmaster my eyes wandered taking in the activity.

Those eyes would lock onto the woman exercising a few feet away diagonally to my right.

She looked to be 5' 3, two inches shorter than me. Chocolate-brown hair frames a diamond-shaped face. Full lips are painted Coral. My eyes locked onto her tits in a black sports bra. Heather gray leggings fit slender legs and shapely hips. I was captivated.

By 5 I was making dinner for myself and Denise. Water was warming in a large pan over medium flame. A box of Fusilli stood on the counter. Beside it was a container of sauce and meatballs which our mom had made for us.

My sister noticed that I was eyeballing the girl in the gym.

"Chat her up," she encouraged.

I nodded.

"Stephanie it's ok to be a lesbian."

"She might be straight."

"You won't know until you get to know her."

As a guy I liked girls. Neither my sister the witch nor I had realized that my preference would not change.

"I want to be with a girlfriend."

"You can try the bars."

"Do you know anyone?"

"No sorry, All the girls I know are straight."

A dating App would soon show me some babes. The question is would I find a good relationship. It's worth a shot. I downloaded Match four days after that chat with Denise.

Sitting at the dining room table I swiped the screen and read profiles. Some pictures caught my eye.

I had been there for a few minutes when Denise joined me.

"How's the search for the perfect woman going?"

"It's going," I replied.

"Stephanie until you accept your orientation you'll never have a girlfriend. You're afraid of it."

Did she detect that I'm being choosy because I'm terrified of coming out?

"What makes you say that?"

"A witch can see that in another person."

"What if I date a girl who's a witch?"

"Would you like me to introduce you to friends in the community?"

"I thought you didn't know any gay women."

"I don't know any mortal gay women."

"Oh."

A small group of us gals gathered at an Italian restaurant at 6 p. m. on a Friday. My sister introduced me to her longtime friends Cheryl and Cassie, both of whom are witches. They had been my sister's friends since before they came out.

Cassie opened the conversation. "Denise told us that you're mortal and that you used to be her brother."

"That's right."

They read my expression.

"There's not a thing wrong with being mortal."

"I hope not."

The four of us chatted over our meal and desert. I was getting a vibe from Cheryl. Days later we would be on a date.

A soft breeze swept over Long Island Sound. A few seagulls glided over land and water, their cries piercing the air.

"I've never been with a woman before."

"Now you have a girlfriend."

We stopped in our tracks. Cheryl put a soft kiss on my lips.

"When I was a boy I had a crush on one of the nurses. She turned out to be a lesbian. Then she broke my heart."

"Was it Jill Frost?"

"How do you know her name?"

"Your sister told me you used to flirt with her."

What didn't Denise tell her girlfriends?

As the sky darkened and the air grew chilly Cheryl and I settled into her sofa. Her thigh brushed my thigh then I leaned into her.

"I always wanted †o fall in love with a mortal."

I chuckled and leaned into a deep kiss. Her caresses crept downward. I raised my bum off †he cushion letting her hand go to my crack. That hand crept upward under my sweater to the backband then to †he straps. The cups slipped from my boobs as the straps came off my shoulders.

I took her down memory lane. "When I was a senior in high school long before †he transformation that's how I got Sandra West's bra off."

We dashed to †he bedroom. As I lay on my back her face went between my open legs. Her tongue tasted the wetness between my labia.

A soft "mmmmmmm" expressed my delight as my body felt an impending orgasm.

"That feels so good."

This wasn't my first orgasm, just the first not to be from self pleasure.

Cheryl became a regular visitor at my apartment. She and my sister and I engaged in girl talk. The relationship was growing.

On a Saturday morning over breakfast as the sky brightened and the mercury climbed Denise and I talked over breakfast about important stuff.

"Cheryl wants me to move in with her."

"You guys are good together."

"I'm seriously considering it Dee. I love her."

I want to wakeup with her every morning.

"You should," said Denise.

"The sex is awesome. That girl knows how to pleasure me. She knows what I like."

My sister chuckled. "She has moves."

"She has moves."

A week later boxes of my belongings sat on Cheryl's floors.

"That's everything," I said.

"We should go someplace for coffee. We can unbox your stuff when we get home."

"Let's go," I replied.

Saturday morning saw us at the Cafe Nero pastry counter with a few people ahead of us.

"My treat," said Cheryl as the cashier took my order.

At a table for two in the middle we chatted over cafe and Apple Cinnamon swirl. I was ready to accept any arrangements she would propose. Those topics could wait until we get home. In the meantime we'll keep the conversation trivial.

"I was like 9 when I realized that Denise is a witch. I had never seen her cast any spells or do any magic. My parents never talked about it although my dad is a warlock. My mom is mortal."

She gave the long answer. "If the father is warlock the daughter is born a witch. If your mom had been a witch you'd be a warlock."

"Crazy how that happens," I quipped.

She grinned. "I'm pulling your leg. Your birth gender and which parent passes the gene has nothing to do with it."