“He refuses to do any of the work you’ve suggested,” Susanna said. “You gave us that charm. He was me for less than ten minutes before he freaked out and we had to swap back.”
“I didn’t want to freak out,” Tyler said. “You didn’t warn me it was your time of the month.”
“It didn’t occur to me that would be a problem.”
“Are you telling me you didn’t freak out when it was your first time?”
She didn’t answer.
Carlos, their marriage counselor, said, “Did you?”
“Probably. It was long time ago. I’m sorry. I didn’t think about it. I was too happy you were finally willing to try the charm.”
“She has a point, Tyler. I gave you the body swap charm two months ago. The last few appointments you’ve had nothing but excuses for why you couldn’t use it as I suggested.”
“I’m very busy,” Tyler said.
“Everyone is busy. Part of the reason you’re both here, you told me, was you were going to work to save your marriage. You can’t do that if you don’t make time to do the work. Right?”
“Yes. I know. Susanna, I’ll make this my New Year’s resolution. You know I almost never go back on those.”
“You’ll resolve to making our marriage work?”
“I was thinking I’d resolve to understand what it’s like to be you.”
“So just using the charm?”
“More than that. The understanding part seems key.”
“Why wouldn’t you just make a resolution to do the work?”
“Resolutions falter. Even for someone like me who has a good track record with resolutions. It’s possible to do the work for our marriage without ever understanding what it’s like to be you. But I’m resolving to understand you better.”
“Tyler’s approach is sound. The point of the charm is only to see from the other’s perspective. Not to climb into their head,” Carlos said. “You’ll probably fail to achieve that level of understanding, Tyler.”
“That’s the point of the resolution. I can’t understand Susanna. How can our marriage ever work?”
* * *
“We’re staying in for New Year’s?”
“I just told you that.”
“We aren’t going to Paul’s party?”
“No.”
“We can’t stop in at your friend Jody’s party?”
“No.”
“Can I nip down to The Faulty Logic and have a drink with Frank? One drink. Be home by 9 PM.”
“No.”
“Are we going to...?”
“Yes.”
“Yes? Could a cock be sucked as part of this event?”
“It’s possible,” she said. “After we kiss at midnight.”
“We’re going to wait until midnight?”
“At midnight, we’re using the charm. And then we’ll kiss. And then… we’ll see what happens.”
“So when you said a blowjob was possible…”
“You’d be in my body sucking your own cock. I would be in your body at the time enjoying it. I’d also use that cock to do you.”
“Is this your attempt to sell me on the idea?”
“Are you saying you’ve never thought about what it would be like to be the one fucked instead you just being a fucker?”
“You mean being the fucker.”
“I said what I said,” she said with a smile.
“Now I think you’re trying to dare me to suck myself off.”
“Why not? You’re too chicken to even think about it.” She spread her knees apart and walked toward him like she were presenting the largest set of cock and balls to him. “You don’t want a piece of what I’d have swinging through here?”
“I don’t walk like that. Maybe you need a refresher course on how to use that equipment you’ll be receiving.” He hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her body close to him. They kissed.
“I’ll take meticulous notes.”
* * *
Auld Lang Syne played on the television. Susanna and Tyler were naked and the charm sat between them. “Ready?”
“Just do it.”
They touched the charm at the same time. A violet light shimmered around his hand. An indigo light shimmered around hers. Both balls of light slowly rose upwards and then suddenly streaked though the air into the other person’s chest. They blinked a few times before they realized they weren’t where they had just been. The bodies from which they had always looked out at the world were sitting in front of them looking at them. They were their own spouses.
His arms reached out toward her, taking her face in his palms. He pulled her head toward him. She allowed him to pull them together and they kissed.
“Happy New Year.”
“Happy New Year.”
She felt her nipples pressing against his chest and her upper thigh felt a hard, round shaft pressed against it.
“Someone’s excited.”
“Someone else is nervous. Relax, I’ll be gentle.”
“You’ll be gentle? Do men really say that? What a stupid statement that is.”
“Isn’t it?” He picked her up with ease and put her down on the bed, leaning her back as they explored the familiar territory of their usual bodies from a new angle.
* * *
“You both enjoyed it?” Carlos said.
“He did things to his body I had never done to him.”
“Proving it wouldn’t kill you to give me a blowjob occasionally.”
“I now understand why you always want one.”
“And I proved you don’t have a gag reflex.”
“Have you swapped since?” Carlos said.
“No, he’s always too busy.”
“That’s not fair. I am busy.”
“He just wants me to give him the blowjob I supposedly owe him first.”
“The purpose of the charm was to spend time as one another going about your normal day. Not to use it as a sex toy. Based on our previous sessions, you two don’t have any sexual problems.”
“You do owe me.”
“She owes you nothing. You freely gave her whatever it is you think is owed you,” Carlos said.
“That’s not entirely true,” Tyler said. He stared expectantly at his wife.
“I may have bet him as me she wouldn’t fit it all in her, well, my mouth.”
Carlos rubbed his forehead. “Whether or not you are owed fellatio is not why you’re here. You are a most frustrating couple. Tyler, you use sex to avoid having mature discussions about your marriage. And you, Susanna, enable him because you two are one of the few couples I counsel where I don’t have to encourage you to engage in intimacy. You two need less sex and more talking.
“Homework: you will use the charm again before the next time I see you. At no time while swapped will sex be discussed or engaged in. Instead you will do something that you usually do together except you’ll be wearing the other’s body. And, thank God, our time is up.”
* * *
“This is a bad idea,” Tyler said in Susanna’s body. “We should have just gone out to dinner by ourselves, not combine our swap with an evening with Jody and Stuart. They’ll figure it out.”
“We could just tell them. Carlos didn’t say we couldn’t tell people we were swapped. Or are you too chicken to face Stuart with boobs?”
“Hah, want to make another wager? Double or nothing on that blowjob?”
“We aren’t supposed to talk about that.”
“I didn’t say we were going to do anything. But I’ll stop harping on it if I lose.”
“What’s the bet?”
“We don’t tell them anything. If they figure it out, they have to say which of us blew it.”
“And if they don’t figure it out?”
“The bet’s a draw and you still owe me one blowjob instead of two.”
“Or none.”
“Yes, or none.”
“Deal.”
“How do I look?”
“Like I’d tell you if you something was amiss now that we have a bet.”
“I’ve never known you to be so ruthless. I’m a bit turned on.”
“It’s the testosterone.”
“I really felt something because of that. I might need a liner for my panties.”
“You do not.”
He lifted his skirt.
“You’re soaked? That doesn’t happen to me.”
“It doesn’t?”
He didn’t answer.
* * *
Tyler handed Stuart a bottle of white wine when they arrived and the two men went to the dining room to put it on the table. Susanna went to the kitchen and gave Jody a greeting hug. She whispered, “I’m Tyler.”
“Oh? You guys are swapped?”
“Yes, I tried to get her to do the swap a different day but she insisted we swap in front of others. Don’t say anything about it. We have a bet.”
“So, I should ask Tyler later why he’s acting funny?”
“No, if Stuart says something, preferably about ‘Tyler’, that’s fine. But I don’t want her thinking I told you to say something.” She kissed Jody on the lips.
After a moment they separated. Jody’s fingertips trailed along Susanna’s cheek, “Okay. Mum’s the word.”
Dinner was completely normal.
When it was time to clear the table, Jody said, “Why don’t you guys walk over to The Faulty Logic and have a drink with Frank while us girls stay here and catch up?”
“Are you sure, Honey?” Stuart said.
Susanna made the slightest of head shakes and mouthed the word, “No,” to Tyler.
Tyler ignored her and smiled. He said, “Susanna was saying this morning how she rarely gets to spend one-on-one time with Jody. Grab your jacket, Stuart.”
“Okay.”
After the two men left, Susanna’s disappointed face broke into a smile. “What do you have in mind?”
“Are you kidding? You know I’m bi. I’ve wanted to have sex with Susanna since I met her in college. This raises our affair to new levels. Let’s get to bed and have some fun before they get back.”
* * *
Frank was happy to see Stuart and Tyler. He owned the bar and pointed to his “owner’s” booth as they arrived. Frank brought a tray with three beers and a pitcher for the table. He sat down with them. “What brings you two in together?”
“We just had dinner with our wives and they insisted we come here so they could gab in peace,” Tyler said.
“What do they talk about?” Stuart said.
“No idea. Probably us,” Tyler said. He hoped he was drinking at a pace that would seem normal for Tyler.
An hour later, Stuart and Tyler were more than a bit tipsy.
“How goes the counseling?” Frank said.
“Same old boring shit.”
“You’re seeing my guy, Carlos, right?”
“On your recommendation.”
“He give you the swap charm yet?”
“The what?” A suddenly much more sober Tyler said.
“He has his most troubled cases use this magic rock to swap bodies. See how the other half lives.”
“Sounds cool,” Stuart said. “Maybe I should get Jody to see him with me.”
“I’ll get you his number before you leave.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Should I ask Carlos about this swap thing?”
“Maybe he doesn’t think they need it,” Stuart said.
“That’s right. We just needed someone to talk to.”
“I don’t know. I asked him how you guys were doing with him and while he refused to answer the question, the way he reacted to your names… He immediately had a headache after I asked. I’d be surprised if he didn’t think you two were prime candidates.”
“I don’t need a charm to tell me he… she is distracted by something. I fear it’s an affair.”
“Susanna wouldn’t cheat on you.”
“Jody says Susanna was such a goody two shoes in college she would probably die if a man suggested anything but missionary sex.”
Tyler’s face was aghast.
“He did give you the charm, didn’t he?” Frank said. “Susanna, I’m so sorry. If I’d known I wouldn’t have brought it up.”
“What’s going on?” Stuart said as Tyler burst into tears.
“This isn’t Tyler.”
“Susanna?”
He nodded.
“Oh, god, Susanna, I’m so sorry for what I said.”
“It’s okay. Going out swapped was my idea.”
“We’re sorry. If it makes you feel any better, just imagine poor Tyler trying to navigate a conversation with someone who’s known you for over a decade. She probably saw through him, too.”
“He probably wouldn’t cry about it.”
“No, he probably wouldn’t.”
* * *
As the girls were getting dressed again, Jody mapped out a series of talking points they would have discussed so that when Susanna grilled Tyler about what they talked about, he could answer in a manner that would make it plausible that Jody didn’t figure out she was talking to Tyler. They were having one last kiss when the front door opened and their husbands returned.
Susanna walked out of the back hallway into the living room first saying, “Oh, they’re here. What do you think of Jody’s plan for the spare room, Stuart?”
“You told her about my home gym idea?” Stuart said to Jody as she entered.
“No, I told her how I want to modify your plan.”
“She probably didn’t describe my idea correctly, Susanna. Let me explain my idea first.”
“Sure. How was Frank, Dear?”
“Frank was Frank,” Tyler said.
Twenty minutes later, Susanna had helped mediate a home renovation disagreement between Jody and Stuart. No decisions were made but both had been willing to compromise. Tyler said he needed to get home because he may have overdone it at the bar and they walked back to their apartment five minutes away.
“I guess they didn’t know we were swapped,” Susanna said.
“Frank figured it out. And Stuart agreed I was a bit off. You win again,” Tyler said. “How did you manage to survive a few hours talking with Jody?”
“Aside from the renovation talk, I hogged most of the time talking about your parents’ fortieth wedding anniversary party that’s been driving you nuts the last few months. Hopefully I got the details right. But even if I didn’t, she wouldn’t know if I was right or wrong.”
“Great. What happens when I’m talking to her and I contradict what your told her?”
“Just tell her plans were changed since last time you spoke with her.”
“I suppose you’ll want to swap back immediately to claim your prize.”
“You’re drunk. I’m not having a hangover I didn’t drink myself into.”
“Damn, I was hoping you’d be thinking with your dick.”
“Hard to do when it isn’t under my skirt,” Susanna said, swishing the skirt with her hands. “Just be sure to drink a couple glasses of water before going to sleep. I don’t think you’re that drunk.”
“Yes, Dear.”
* * *
“Do you want to swap back?” He said.
“How’s your head?”
“Not too bad. The water last night helped.”
“I wouldn’t say I’m comfortable as you. But I think I’ve finally gotten over the initial weirdness.”
“Carlos will be so glad. Now we can actually do the stuff he wanted us to do.”
“So, what did he tell us to do?”
“Be me. And I’ll be you. We’re just supposed to spend time in each other’s shoes.”
“Well done. You didn’t yell at me for not paying attention to Carlos.”
“You wouldn’t say that to me,” he said.
“So I should complain that you don’t pay attention?”
“Except I did pay attention so you can’t complain about that.”
“Okay, I think I get it. Why did you go drinking last night? You know I hate when you come home drunk.”
“Oh,” he said. He was surprised to hear her say something she herself had told him several times before. How did he usually reply? “I wasn’t even close to drunk last night. I don’t know why you’re complaining. I didn’t do anything bad.”
“You know my father was a mean drunk. When I see you drunk it makes me anxious that you’ll do the things he would to my mother.”
“I’m not your father. Stop comparing me to him.”
“How am I supposed to do that when you do things he does?”
“Have I ever hit you? Have I ever destroyed your stuff? I know what your father use to do. That’s not me.”
“Step back.”
Tyler was standing directly in front of Susanna, towering over her. “It’s what you do,” he said, still in her face.
“I do?” she said.
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry. I would never…”
“I know. But it looks the same to me as if you would.”
Susanna teared up. “You’ve been afraid of me?”
Tyler tapped her on the temple. “I know in there you aren’t him. But that doesn’t stop me from seeing him when you get in my face.” He held her.
“I’ll be better,” Susanna said, she dabbed her eyes with a tissue. “That actually worked. I’m impressed. Now, I suppose I should to tell you to take the garbage out.”
Tyler threw his hands in the air in frustration but there was a smile on his face as he said, “I took it out yesterday.”
* * *
At their next session with Carlos, he was impressed they had finally done some role-play while swapped. They convinced him they needed to do it again as they still had a few topics on which to clear the air.
A week later, Stuart and Jody came over for dinner. As soon as they arrived, Stuart said, “Are you two swapped again?”
Susanna said, “I tried to convince him to swap. But he complained he never got to have a beer with you and Frank.”
“You complained plenty that you didn’t get to talk to Jody,” Tyler said.
After dinner, the two men went to the bar to chat with Frank. The women cleared the table and were standing in the kitchen.
“Are you really you?” Jody said.
“Yes, I’m really me. Why?”
“Last week was awkward. I wasn’t sure if I should talk to you about… you know.”
“Did you?” Susanna said without seeming confused.
“I knew something was off. I waited for you to say something. When you didn’t, I was glad I didn’t say anything.”
Susanna didn’t reply.
Jody smiled and kissed Susanna. Susanna was still a bit confused but was happy to have another evening in bed with Jody.
* * *
Tyler and Stuart were walking back from the bar. “You really couldn’t tell?”
“Tell what?” Stuart said.
“We lied. We are swapped.”
“You’re Susanna? Get out.”
“No, seriously. After my poor showing last week, I had to try again.”
“When I asked earlier, so-called Susanna lied to us.”
“Yes.”
“You better not be lying to me now.”
Tyler laughed. “Oh, I never thought of that. A triple switch lie. Maybe next week. This week, we are definitely swapped. That’s why I didn’t drink as much this time.”
“What does that have to do with it?”
“Tyler wouldn’t swap back with me because he didn’t want my hangover.”
“That sounds like Tyler.”
* * *
Susanna and Jody were a sweaty mess when Jody said, “Why don’t we swap?”
“What?”
“We could use the swap charm and you could find out why I stay with Stuart and I can find out why you stay with Tyler.”
“That’s a terrible idea. I’m in counseling with Tyler. I don’t think you spending time with him would help that.”
“When did you stop being the fun Susanna I know?”
“When we used the charm this morning. Susanna’s having a beer with Stuart and Frank.”
Jody’s jaw dropped.
“Have you been cheating on Stuart with me or with Susanna longer?”
“Susanna. Oh, this is awesome.”
“Awesome?”
“Yes. You know. You finally know. Susanna will freak out. But I can tell by the fun we just had that you really don’t care that I’m fucking both of you on the side. You probably want us to try a threesome.”
“That would be cool.”
“My terms are that we swap. Then I’ll swap into Tyler’s body and then we have a threesome and reveal to Susanna that we’re swapped.”
“That still requires that I pretend to be you in front of Stuart.”
“You will love sex with Stuart. His cock is huge compared to yours.”
“Really?”
“I’m still married because of it.”
“If he’s so great, why cheat on him?”
“Because he’s Stuart. He’s great in bed. Sex alone isn’t a meaningful relationship.”
“You sound like Carlos.”
* * *
Stuart and Jody walked home. He said, “Did you know they were swapped again?”
“Yeah, it was obvious after you guys left. I don’t know how Tyler fooled me last week.”
“I didn’t figure it out either week. Why is that?”
“You’re a very trusting person, Ollie.” She gave him a peck on the cheek.
“At least I know you’re you.”
“Of course. Who else would I be?”
* * *
After swapping back, Tyler took Susanna in his arms and kissed her. “I have a surprise.”
“What kind of surprise?”
“No, we have to be wearing less clothes for this surprise.”
“This is my kind of surprise.”
They lay together and finished the evening with a round of lovemaking. As they lay breathless on the bed, Susanna said, “What’s the surprise?”
Tyler turned his head and whispered directly into her ear, “I’m not Tyler. I’m Jody.”
“That’s not funny.”
He just stared at her.
“How the fuck are you Jody?”
“You know how you cheat on Tyler with Jody.”
“I don’t…
“Hush. Tyler cheats on you with Jody, too.”
“He… you two used the charm while I was at the bar with Stuart and Frank?”
He nodded.
“Well, fuck me.”
“Any time.”
“Tyler is still getting an earful.”
“For what, both of you are cheating on each other.”
“I only cheated on him with you. Now he’s gone and cheated on me with Stuart.”
* * *
“Who’s this?” Carlos said to the couple that had arrived with a third adult.
“This is Susanna’s college roommate, Jody,” Susanna said.
“Why did you say you’re own name?”
“I’m actually Tyler,” she said.
“You two swapped before coming here?”
“It’s a little more complicated than that,” Jody said. “I’m Susanna. And he’s Jody.”
“This is not why I gave you the stone,” Carlos said, he fingers rubbing his temple.
“But, the stone did save our marriage,” Jody said. “With the stone, we found out we were both cheating on each other. It just turns out we were both seeing Jody on the side. Now that the affairs are out in the open, we get along so much better.”
“So much so that you are now comfortable in Susanna’s body, Tyler?”
“Resolution achieved. I haven’t been Tyler since we found out Jody was sleeping with both of us. My only regret is I never did get the two blowjobs Susanna owes me.”
“It is your decision not to be Tyler any more. Besides, you prefer giving head to getting it.”
“Jody and Susanna share Tyler’s and Jody’s body. And sometimes actual Tyler is Jody but usually she’s Susanna.”
“And why is that?”
“Stuart is hung like a horse,” Susanna said.
“Stuart?”
“Jody’s husband.”
“Does he know?”
“No.”
“No.”
“He probably wouldn’t believe us if we told him.”
“It is rather far-fetched.”
“Do I have this straight? You’re Tyler,” Carlos said, pointing to Susanna. “You’re Susanna,” he said turning to face the woman he didn’t know. “And you’re Jody whose husband is Stuart,” he said looking at Tyler. They nodded as he got each one right. “Good. Why are any of you here?” Carlos said.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Jody said.
“We want to buy the charm,” Susanna said. “Neither of them want to stay as Tyler forever and I’m not going back.”
“By the way, if Stuart Meecham calls about an appointment, could you say you’re booked solid?” Tyler said.
“I am going to murder Frank,” Carlos said.
Use caution when inflating something or it might POP.
“Okay, I'm on the bed and naked and you aren't ravishing me. What's the surprise, Richard?”
“We can ravish later,” he said. He gave her a peck on the cheek. “First, you have to close your eyes.”
“Okay,” she said. His face was inches from hers and she did not want to stop looking at him. But she did what he said. She inhaled and his scent filled her nostrils with joy.
He shifted his weight and she almost rolled into him. “Keep still,” he said as he slipped off the bed.
“Sorry,” she said, turning onto her back once again. “I wasn't expecting you to get up.”
“Eyes closed,” he said from across the room.
“They're closed.”
He got back into bed and scooted closer to her. He touched her at the base of her breastbone and rubbed something on it.
“What is that?”
“Not yet.” He scooted closer again and said, “You might feel a little pin prick. Don't be frightened. And don't look.”
She felt something cold touch the spot he had rubbed. It was sharp. “Why do I feel something sharp?”
“Do you think I would hurt you?”
“No,” she said. “I trust you.”
He leaned in close and his scent once again tickled her nose, along with something like rubbing alcohol. She felt a slight pinprick, like the smallest needle ever had touched her chest, between her breasts. His lips met hers at the same time and they kissed. She could feel his hand on her torso, he pressed on a round object in the middle of her chest, near the end of her breastbone. The kiss was obviously a distraction so she did not mind at all.
He broke the kiss and said, “Okay, look down.”
In the center of her chest was a round metallic ring with a pale translucent plastic plug. The plug was attached with a small loop of plastic that reminded her of the plug seen on a beach ball where you can inflate it.
He pinched the top between his thumb and index finger and pulled upward. It was definitely an inflation value. He said, “You always seem happy to take the potions to make your completely and utterly fantastic, albeit smallish breasts much bigger when I ask you for a titty fuck. But I know you don't want to do it. So I got you a BioMagic Inflation Value so you can have breasts of any size, any time you want.”
She was a little stunned.
He saw her face and continued, “This is a deluxe female model. You'll love this. Let me show you.” He opened the valve and put it in his mouth.”
“Richard, I--” she said as he exhaled into the valve. The air flooded into her and pressed against the inner surface of her breasts. As they stretched and grew slightly, her entire chest felt like a two-foot long penis had rubbed its entire length against her vagina and clitoris. She gasped hard.
As Richard inhaled and exhaled again, the phantom penis pulled all the way out and pushed all the way in. After another couple breaths, her moans lasted as long as his exhales. “You like?” he said.
“Don't fucking stop,” she managed to say before he exhaled again and her brain became the consistency of tapioca pudding. She was in a happy place when the place became even happier. Between exhales, Richard gently squeezed her breasts. “Oh, FUCK!” she said. His fingers made circles on her rock hard nipples as he exhaled. Her moans rose in pitch and volume.
A few moments later, she felt something touching the underside of her jaw. She opened her eyes and saw that her breasts were the size of basketballs. “Richa-- Ah-- Ahhhh” she tried to speak. As more air pressed into her, words failed to escape her lips.
She was aware that she had orgasmed. She was not sure how long it took to happen nor how long it lasted when it did happen. Her eyes opened and her breasts were even bigger now. “Richard, st-st-st-staahhhp.”
“Just a little more,” he said, taking a deep breath. When he released it, she orgasmed again. And again. With every breath of air he pumped into her, she orgasmed.
Her moans died down as exhaustion set in. She saw his fingers dig into her flesh and squeeze.
POP!
Her eyes flew open. Her breasts were no long visible. Richard had a fearful look on his face. “Sorry.”
* * *
She sat up in bed. She grabbed her chest, her smallish boobs filling her hands. It had been a dream, she thought. “Oh, thank God,” she said aloud. She got up and got a drink of water before getting back into bed, alone.
She wondered who Richard was. She could not remember his face from the dream. That was the first time her dream lover had been named Richard. She pulled her covers up and gave her breasts a little squeeze. She had always thought pornos with tit fucks looked fun but she could never satisfy a dick with her breasts. Maybe that was why his name was Richard.
After playing with her breasts for a moment, her right hand slipped down to her vag and found it was almost dripping wet. She slipped a couple fingers in and brushed them against her clitoris. Her body relaxed and she played with herself for a few moments when she felt something weird in her chest as she fingered her clit.
She changed the angle of her fingers and pressed against her clit. As she did, she felt something inside her breasts. With each press, she could feel her breasts growing. The pleasure of Richard blowing her up returned and she started pressing her clit like an inflation button. Her breasts swelled in size and she thought they were plenty large now. But her finger would not stop pressing her clit.
Larger and larger her breasts grew. It felt amazing. She could not stop herself. She moaned and moaned as she pressed and pressed. She wanted to stop. They were already bigger than her head. Faster and faster she pressed and pressed. It felt amazing. Just one more and I'll stop.
Press.
Just one more and I'll stop.
Press.
Just one more and I'll stop.
Press.
Just one more and I'll stop.
Press.
Who'm I kidding? She thought.
Press. Press. Press. Press. Press. Press.
She could not see past the medicine balls on her chest. Her hand could not even grip them any more because her hand span was far shorter than the surface of her breasts.
Press. Press. Press. Press. Press. Press. Press. Press. Press. Pre--
POP!!
* * *
His hand gripped his fading erection. His was breathing rapidly. He looked down and only saw his slightly hairy male chest. It and the rest of his torso were splattered with cum. He had managed to jerk off, at least twice, as he had those dreams. Cum pooled at his belly button and he thought he felt some on his cheek.
He got up and took a shower immediately rather than waste a whole box of tissues on cleanup. As the warm steam of the shower woke him up further he realized he needed to do something about these dreams. There were safe ways to explore his feminine side now. BioMagic was a real company. They had a products that had male to female features. He had seen it on their website many times.
This was not the first time he had been female in his dreams. It was the first time she had dreamed of have bigger boobs. He was never sure why his dream self was relatively flat-chested. But that had always been the way. His two sisters were not flat-chested. It made no sense to him that he would dream of himself so less endowed.
* * *
He felt a bit of déjàvu as he sat on the bed with the BioMagic TG Deluxe Inflator in his hand. It had cost him more than one paycheck to buy. He hoped it would be everything he dreamed of, except the exploding tits. He read the instructions from front to back twice.
He cleaned the end of his sternum with a rubbing alcohol swab. The Inflator was just a round circle of metal with a tiny pin under it. It did not make logical sense that it could do anything. Yet that was how most BioMagic devices worked, it seemed. He felt a small pinprick as he pressed the circle into his chest and really pressed down on it with his thumb.
He pulled the plug upward and opened it. There was a thin stick, almost like a toothpick, in the kit. He picked it up and pushed it into the opening until he heard a click. Air hissed out of the valve. He cupped his balls with his other hand and gently squeezed. More air hissed out of the valve. The feeling of his balls shrinking in his hand was oddly pleasing. He just realized he had forgotten to try the other function of the valve. He could have inflated his dick before he flipped the direction switch with the tiny wooden rod. Some other time, perhaps.
When he could no longer feel his balls, he placed his palm on the end of his penis and pressed against it. Air hissed out of the valve as his dick was pushed into his pelvis. Faster than it took to reduce his balls to nothing, his dick disappeared into his crotch and all that was left was smooth skin down there. As their cock and balls had shrunk, the hair on their torso and limbs had thinned and eventually disappeared. They were rather androgynous now, they guessed. They could have gotten up and looked in the mirror. But they were more interested in pushing forward. They pushed a finger into the blank mound between their legs and rubbed it up and down. Small amounts of air hissed into the valve as any last traces of his manhood were rubbed away. Labia lips formed on their crotch. After several rubs, the lips parted and her fingers entered vagina. She found the feeling surreal. She had a finger inside her. She gasped as her finger brushed against her newly minted clitoris.
She pulled her finger out and thought, time enough for that later.
She picked up a small rubber hose that was no more than eight inches long. She inserted the small end into the valve. The wider end she held to her mouth. She took a deep breath and exhaled into the hose. The feeling was not as vivid as the dream sensation had been. But she definitely felt something flowing into her chest. It took over a dozen puffs before she could really see that she had breasts. She also felt something happening to her hips. The hair on her head was longer than when this process had started.
She gave her boobs a feel. They were currently the size they always were in her dreams.
She blew into the hose some more. Her breasts now visibly swelled with each breath. A part of her wondered how that worked since it should take more and more breath make them get bigger and bigger but she assumed it was magic. She reached a point where perhaps she had gone too far. They were not basketballs. But they were bigger than softballs.
She pulled the hose out of the valve and with the rod, she flipped the switch again. Air hissed out of the valve and when her boobs were about the size of her sisters' breasts, she flipped the switch again. Maybe there were slightly bigger than her sisters' breasts.
She closed the valve and pressed the plug down so it rested flat against her sternum. She got up and checked herself out in the mirror. Her hair was just a bit longer than shoulder length. Her boobs were not too big, certainly tit fuckable though. Her waist had narrowed and her hips were wider. She had a nice backside, too. The hair on her torso and limbs was gone. Her arms and legs were more slender than they had been half an hour ago. She could easily be mistaken for a third sister.
She picked up the BioMagic instructions. With her thumb on the valve, she applied pressure. She said, “Disappear. Disappear. Disappear.” Something shifted under her thumb. When she removed her thumb from her chest, there was no sign that the valve had ever been there. She picked up the lacy, red panties on the chair near the mirror and put them on. The feeling of the thin slip of cloth on her body felt right. She took the bra, in the size her sister had recommended, and put it on. This took a little longer than it should have since she was neither use to putting a bra on a woman nor use to being the woman. The clasps hooked and she spun the bra around before slipping her arms into the straps. As her sister had said, she would have to go to a fitting to learn the right way to set the length of the straps. But the lacy, red garment looked good against her skin.
She sat down and put on black nylon stockings before putting on the sleeveless, red dress she had picked out for her debut. It had a shallow V-shaped neckline and wide straps to hide the bra straps. The skirt was slightly asymmetrical: the lower side was on the right and ended just below the knee. The higher side ended mid-thigh. She stepped into red pumps. The heel was not as high as she thought it should be. But her sister insisted she should not turn an ankle the first time she went out.
Her face was unblemished. She applied some eyeliner, mascara, and a dark blue eyeshadow to match her eyes. She had practiced doing makeup before this night. Putting it on now was no big deal. She applied a lip gloss that she hoped said, “Kiss me.” She spritzed herself with a perfume she liked and put on a gold necklace. She needed to get her ears pierced, she thought. Satisfied that she was looking great, she grabbed her purse and went out into the world to find her Richard, whose scent would fill her nostrils with joy.
Thomas Rider parked his car in the driveway and approached the front door. He straightened his collar before ringing the doorbell. After a moment, a tall, older gentleman opened the door. He was dressed in a formal suit. Given the size of the home, he gave off butler vibes.
“May I help you?” the butler said.
“Good afternoon,” Thomas said, pulling a thin leather folder from his pocket. He opened it to show it to the butler. “I'm Inspector Thomas Rider of the Mage Guild: Transformation Division. According to our records there is a statue transformation on these premises. I'm here to give it its annual inspection.”
“Oh, yes, I had today marked on my calendar to expect someone from Guild. If you'll walk this way,” he said stepping aside to let Rider in. He closed the door behind him and walked down the central corridor of the house, turning right at the end of the hall. This room was a study or library, perhaps. In the window stood a nude, female, marble statue. “There is the statue, sir.”
“Anything to report? Any nicks, scratches, accidental falls?”
“No, sir. The statue has been accident free. Mrs. McMurtrey dusted it this morning.”
“Mrs. McMurtrey?”
“The maid, sir. Would you like to speak to her?”
“That won't be necessary. Now if you'll excuse me. I'll perform my inspection.”
“Certainly, sir. I'll inform the Master that you are here.”
“As you wish.”
The butler left. Rider set down his Inspector's valise on a table near the statue and opened it. He pulled out a small cloth and tossed it at the statue while casting a spell. The cloth landed on the statue and turned into a robe, belted at the waist.
He pulled a folder from the bag and opened it to review the terms of the contract.
“Are you the inspector?” A man said behind Rider.
“Yes, Inspector Thomas Rider. Are you a signee of the contract?”
“I am. William Wainswright, III.” They shook hands.
“Says here you have a forty year contract with the Guild. This statue is the second statue you've had and is only on loan for five years.”
“That is correct. Apparently, this is the lady's first time as a house statue and she did not know if she would want to be doing this decades from now.”
“Sensible girl. Do you want her to retain her current pose after the inspection or is she free to change it?”
“Oh, sure, let her change her pose.”
“Thanks, sir. I must ask you to leave so I may speak with her without you applying any undo influence on her.”
“Of course. Nice to meet you, Inspector.”
The man left.
Rider cast another spell and the marble statue gained color. The hair became dark, the skin gained a tanned tone. Her eyes blinked a few times and her mouth opened soundlessly.
“Give it a minute, dear, for you voice to return. Have you been treated well this past year?”
“I-- Oh, yes. That was an entire year?”
“Yes. What is your full name?”
“Jennifer Ann Winston,” she said pulling the robe tighter around her.
“Are you cold?”
“A little.”
“Sorry, this won't take long. Date of birth?”
“August 7, 1999.”
“Mother's maiden name?”
“Pertucci.”
He held a pen out in front of him. “Focus on the pen tip and follow it with your eyes.” He moved the pen to the left, to the right, up, and down. “Good, no gross cognitive loss. According to Guild bylaws, as this is your first inspection on this assignment, you have the option to opt out of the remaining four years of your contract. You would only receive one-fifth of the agreed upon payment, of course. But there is no stigma to finding out you don't want to be a statue for five years.”
“No, I'm good. I'll finish the contract. I want to go to nursing school and this should pay for a lot of it.”
“As you wish. I can also offer you my phone if you wish to contact someone.”
“No,” she said sadly. “I don't want to contact anyone.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, then the inspection is over. I spoke to Mr. Wainswright and he said you could choose a new pose if you wished.”
“Oh, I'd actually like to face that way. Have something different to look at until next inspection.”
“Certainly. Just tell me when you are ready.”
She turned to the side and placed her hands on her hips, thrust her chest a bit forward, and smiled.
He dismissed the inspection spell and the color faded from her, returning her to a stark white marble statue. He reached out and grabbed the tag from the inside of the robe's seam and pulled. The tag separated from robe causing it to disappear. He put the tag back in his bag.
He stepped back into the hall where the butler was waiting for him. “I'm done.”
“Of course, sir. This way.”
Rider was driving to his next inspection within a few moments. The apartment he arrived at was not nearly as nice as the home he had just left. He knocked on the door and waited.
A man opened the door. With a sour look, he said, “What do you want?”
“I'm Inspector Thomas Rider of the Mage Guild: Transformation Division. Are you Harry Jenkins?”
“Yeah, so?”
“You possess one of our sex dolls according to our records.”
“Yeah, I got her for three years. It ain't been more than a year yet.”
“It is one year today. I'm hear to inspect the doll.”
“All right. Just don't take too long.” He opened the door and pointed at another door. “Bedroom's in there.”
“Before I go in, has there been any wear, tear, or damage to the doll.”
“No.”
“Thanks,” Thomas said. He entered the bedroom. Lying facedown on the bed with one arm hanging off was the naked sex doll. He turned it over and some fluid leaked from its mouth. He snapped his fingers and the doll became clean, almost shiny. He cast a spell and the mouth on the doll, currently a hollow opening turned into a proper mouth, the head of the doll became human and the eyes blinked.
“Who are you? Why can't I move?”
“I'm an inspector from the Guild. You're still a doll, Ma'am. State your full name.”
“The Guild? Thank god you're here. That prick is cheating on me.”
“Hold on. State you name, please.”
“Mary Elizabeth Jenkins.”
“Jenkins? You're relation to Mr. Jenkins?”
“I'm his wife. And he's been cheating on me.”
“I'm not a marriage counselor, Ma'am. I'm only here to make sure no one has tampered with your doll spell or damaged your doll form.”
“Well, I want out of here. He shouldn't be having sex with other women when he has me.”
“Let me look at your contract.” He pulled the file out of this valise and read through it. “Mr. Jenkins, can you come in here?”
“What now?” Harry said as he entered.
“Cheater. How dare you bring Suzi Weiss into our bedroom and fuck her in front of me?”
“Shut up, Doll. I told you not to have yourself dolled. Too lazy to even participate in sex with me.”
“You said you would love it if I was a doll.”
“Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins, please stop,” Rider said. “Mrs. Jenkins, do you wish to break the contract making you Mr. Jenkins' sex doll?”
“I do.”
“Are you taking her away?”
“Are you going to finish paying off the loan you took out for her transformation?”
“Fuck no.”
“Then I am taking the doll away.”
“Taking me where?”
“To inventory.”
“Inventory!?”
“Ma'am, you are breaking the loan contract for your transformation. As the collateral for the load, you are now the property of the Mage Guild for the next two years. As such, I will bring you back to the office and you will be sent to inventory.”
“What?”
“Do I need to repeat myself?”
“You said you would pay the loan off from money you got from your mother.”
“Mother never gave me the money. And frankly, it was your idea to become a doll. I don't know why you're bitching about staying a doll.”
“I was going to be your doll.”
“I didn't want a doll.”
Thomas snapped his fingers and the woman's head turned back into a doll head. “Are you sure you will no longer be making payments on the load? Once she goes to inventory, you won't see her again for at least two years.”
“Absolutely. Do you need me to sign something?”
“No. I'll just collect the doll and be on my way.” Rider picked up his phone and called a number. “I need a repossession id number.” He wrote the number on a label as it was told to him. He affixed the label to the doll's stomach. Then he cast a spell and the doll disappeared from the bed. “I'm done here.”
“Thanks for stopping by,” Mr. Jenkins said.
As Rider stepped out of the bedroom, he saw a woman sitting on the sofa. “Good day, Ms Weiss.”
“Bye,” the confused woman said.
* * *
Thomas returned to the office after two more inspections. He needed to finish the paperwork for the repossession. He left around two in the afternoon as he was done for the day. When he got home, he went up to his bedroom. He wife was lying on the bed. She was a sex doll at the moment. He disrobed and had sex with the doll. As he climaxed, the doll turned human and climaxed as well.
Afterward, she said, “How was your day, dear?”
“Not bad. Had a domestic dispute turn into a repossession.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, a woman had herself dolled, used herself as collateral, and it turns out her husband didn't want her to be a doll.”
“You like when I'm a doll.”
“I like the method used to turn you back each day, Sonia.”
“I knew you would.”
He got up and started to get dressed. “I have some paperwork to finish up. Shouldn't take more than an hour?”
“Okay. I think Grace is home. Check on her before you go to your office.”
“Okay.” Thomas left the bedroom and went down the hall. He knocked on Grace's door.”
“One minute,” Grace said. There were sounds of someone getting off a bed and then sitting down. “Come in.”
He opened the door and Grace was sitting on her bed. One of her friends, Becky he believed was her name, was sitting at the desk. “How was school?” he said.
“School was fine.”
Thomas snapped his fingers and where Becky had been sitting, a boy appeared. “Who's this?”
“How could you tell?”
“Becky doesn't wear yellow high-tops like this young man does. Your transformation spell was sloppy.”
“I'm just going to leave,” the boy said.
“Hold on, son. What's your name?”
“Bryce Kellian.”
“Of course it is. Has Grace told you the rules of the house?”
“No, sir.”
“If she's caught with a boy in her room, either she spends the next three days as a boy or the boy spends the next three days as a girl. Since it's her punishment, I'll let you decide. Are you about to meet my son Greg? Or do you become Grace's BFF Becky?”
“You don't have to--” Grace started to say.
“Greg? Isn't Greg your cousin?”
“You've met Greg?” Thomas said.
“This isn't the first time Dad has seen you on the property.”
“Oh, is Bryce the one that got away?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Oh, that time you teleported me away.”
“Yes.”
“I ended up twenty feet up the tree in front of my house.”
“Sorry.”
“So, I'm changing the conditions,” Thomas said. “Five days for one of you. Who's it going to be, Bryce?”
“I'll become Becky.”
“Bryce?” Grace said.
“My mother always wanted a daughter. And I could tell you were very uncomfortable being Greg.”
“You don't have to do this for me.”
“Of course, I'd do anything for you.”
“Aw.”
“All right. I'm turning around. One kiss. Then it's Becky time.” Thomas turned around. After a few seconds he said, “That should be enough.”
“I'm ready,” said Bryce.
Thomas turned around. He cast the spell. Bryce morphed into a girl. “I've made you the same basic size and shape as Grace so you can share her clothes. You need to loan her some clothes to wear other than the ones she was wearing during the transformation.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Can you call my mother and warn her I'm a girl,” Becky said.
“No need. Anyone who knows you, who was not in this room just now, believes you have always been Becky.”
“I'm on the cheerleader squad. Wait, why did I say that?”
“Did you mean the football team? Some things have changed. It'll all go back to normal next Tuesday.”
“Are you done teasing my boyfriend?” Grace said.
“As long as I don't see a boyfriend in your room, no teasing happens.” He closed the door as he went to his office.
* * *
After dinner, Thomas and Sonia were clearing the table. Sonia said, “Something's off with Becky? Was she a boy this morning?”
“She was. Found him in Grace's room.”
“And she had him turn into a girl.”
“No, I had him decide. He chose to become a girl.”
“Do you think they're serious or did he just want to be a girl?”
“I hope the former. I'm not supposed to do gender swaps for free.”
Underthings is a six part story about nineteen years old Dave becoming nineteen years old Eve totally by accident and is stuck like that, only for a while. How will this affect their relationship with Shelly? How does she explain who she is to her family? How did this even happen?
I'll be releasing the parts weekly over the next month and a half. I should probably add that this story does not contain any inanimate transformations, the most common theme in most of my writing.
Any comments or observations should be posted as I enjoy reading and responding to them.
“C'mon. You'll look cute in them, Dave,” my girlfriend, Shelly, said.
“I'll look ridiculous,” I countered. We were in her dorm room bed and I was preparing to get up, get dressed, and head back to my dorm.
“You're just chicken.”
“I'm not afraid of your panties. They just aren't designed for my body.”
“I don't want them to be functional on you,” she said with a laugh. “I just think the red lace will look good with your dick in them.”
“Fine,” I said, taking the panties in hand. I turned them one way, then the other, then back again deciding I had found the front. I squeezed one leg into one side, then the other, and tried to pull them up. After a brief struggle, they were mostly on. “Don't blame me if they get torn.” With a final tug, the waistband sat in place on my waist. “There. See? Ridiculous.”
Before she could react, I suddenly felt shorter. Looking down, my legs looked thinner, I was definitely shorter, my chest hairs vanished before my eyes and were quickly replaced by breasts. The hair on my head grew long and even the stubble on my chin vanished.
Shelley was staring at me with her mouth dropped open. Her eye level was rising above mine. I had to look up at her.
“What the hell?” The words came from my mouth in a voice I had never heard before. It was the voice of a young woman. “What did you do to me?”
“I didn't – I didn't do anything,” Shelley said. “You turned into a girl?”
“I can see that,” I said. “How?” I stripped off the panties but that only drove home the sudden change in genitals I was experiencing. “What am I going to do?” I grabbed my boxer briefs and put them on expectantly. Nothing happened.
“What are you doing?”
“I thought if your underwear did this, my underwear would put me back.”
“Okay, take them off. You look ridiculous like that.”
“So, now you agree, wearing the wrong underwear makes someone look ridiculous.”
“You have to calm down,” she said, getting out of bed. “There... there must be a reasonable explanation for...”
“...For how a nineteen year old man suddenly transformed into a nineteen year old woman?” My loose underwear just dropped to the floor by itself.
“I didn't say the explanation would be simple,” she said.
“No, you said reasonable.” I started pacing. A normal response from me when stressed. I passed her mirror and finally got a glimpse of the new me. “You were half right. The panties did make me look cute.”
“I didn't mean like this.” She said with a laugh. I was still staring at the gorgeous woman in the mirror when she added, “Do you need to be alone with yourself? Do a little cross-gender exploration?”
“No,” I said too emphatically. She was smiling at me and I realized she was teasing. I added, “Not yet. What am I going to do?”
“You may look cute but you've got a bit of bitchy in your voice.”
“I think I'm allowed to be bitchy right now. Where did you get those panties?”
“I don't know. I've had them for months. They didn't do anything to me when I wore them.”
“You're already a woman.”
“I'm aware of that,” she said. She went into her closet and grabbed a t-shirt and a black skirt. “Put these on so you aren't waving your tits at me.”
“You just want to see how I'll look in women's clothes.”
“Maybe.” She smirked.
I never could resist that smirk. I picked up the discarded panties and put them on. They slid up my legs easily this time and settled into place without any strain. Nothing happened as I let them go. She unzipped the side zipper on the skirt and held it out. She said, “This is the front. Zipper is on the left on this skirt. This is a knee-length pencil skirt.”
“Why did you say it like that?”
“Because if you are stuck like this, you will need to know how women's clothes are categorized. It isn't like being a guy where you have jeans or slacks and that's it.”
I pulled the skirt up and zipped up the side. It was a little loose on my waist and when Shelly noticed she seemed a bit miffed.
“I'd give you a bra but your boobs are much bigger than mine.”
“And my waist is narrower. I saw you notice.”
“Hmmph.”
I put the t-shirt on. My boobs stretched the fabric a lot more than whenever I had seen Shelly wearing this shirt. My nipples were obviously hard against the shirt fabric. “Great, I have headlights.”
“That's another reason to wear a bra,” she said. “I suppose you're sleeping here.”
“I hope so. I can't go back to my dorm like this. They won't let me in. I'll have to sneak in tomorrow. At least tomorrow is Saturday. I won't miss any classes.” As I spoke, my fingers were pulling at the hem of the skirt as I was unused to having a hem pulling against my leg at that height.
“You can probably still go to lecture halls. No one will notice Dave isn't there but this new girl is. Although, some of the guys will probably notice you immediately and want to get to know you, that way.”
“Ick.”
“And when they ask you your name what will you say? Answering 'Dave' will just make you more intriguing.”
“Eve, the first magically created woman.”
“Funny. But, Eve suits you,” Shelly said. “Okay, lets get into pajamas and go to sleep.”
“I have to get changed again. I think I was just getting use to the hem on this skirt.”
“You'll have time for that as long as you remain a woman.”
* * *
I woke up before Shelly. I slipped into the bathroom and tried putting my men’s underwear on. Nothing happened. I took them off and slipped back into bed. As Shelly woke up in the morning, we kissed. “That was familiar and different at the same time. Are my lips even different?” I asked.
“They are a little bit fuller than Dave's lips.” Shelly stood up. “Let's try it standing.”
I stood up and stepped close to Shelly. I tilted my head back and Shelly leaned down and she kissed me. We kissed for a moment, hands pawing at one another's asses.
“That was weird, feeling your boobs against mine,” Shelly said.
“I'm not use to looking up to kiss,” I said.
“I could get use to be the tall kisser. Ready for any more exploration.”
“No, I'm not ready. What am I going to do? I was really hoping I would just pop back into being Dave.”
“Well, you're still wearing the panties.”
“No, I'm not. I ditched them before putting on the peejays.”
“Going commando already? You might end up with a reputation.”
“Ha ha.”
“Are you ready to get dressed and go out? You really need a bra that fits and to stop stretching out my blouses.”
“I understand what you are saying. But, I feel like I should be trying to figure out how to get back to being a man.”
“How do you think you can do that?”
“I have no idea.” I sobbed. I was crying. She held me and I let out more than a few tears. She said soft nothings “It'll be alright.” “I'm here for you.” among others. I probably cried for a good five minutes before I broke the embrace. “Thanks.”
“Half the people in the world are women. I know you don't think so now. You'll manage to be one of them, too. You also have the advantage and disadvantage of being a very attractive woman. That will make some parts easier and some parts harder. But, I'm here for you. You're still my girlfriend assuming you want me to be your girlfriend.”
“Why wouldn't I...?”
“You might not be a lesbian.”
“I can't think about that now.”
“And you don't have to. Now, get dressed. You need clothes that aren't mine.”
* * *
We went to the mall and I bought a few changes of clothes, including underthings. The bra fitting was surreal. But, the older woman at the shop was gentle and explained what she was doing as she did it. I do not remember what we told her but she seems nonplussed that I was a nineteen year old woman with a big chest who had never worn a bra before. Did this happen to other people frequently?
When we got back to campus, I said, “I should stop at my room and get my books.”
“Okay, I'll meet you back at my room.”
“You aren't coming with me?”
“I'm cutting the cord. You need to do things on your own. You aren't afraid, are you?”
“A little. But, you're right. I can go to my dorm room by myself.”
“Atta girl.”
No one asked who I was as I entered and I made it up to my floor without anyone saying anything to me. I used my keycard on my door and entered.
“Hello. Can I help you?” Robert said. Rob was my roommate and I had totally forgot he might be here.
“Oh, um, you're Robert, right? I'm Eve. Dave sent me to grab a few things.”
“Nice to meet you, Eve. But, I'm fairly sure Dave is dating Shelly and I have no idea who you are or what you're doing with Dave's keycard.”
“Can I tell you a story?”
“Sure, have a seat.”
I told Robert I was Dave and what had happened the night before. I even told him I had hoped my old underwear would turn me back but they hadn’t. He quizzed me about where I kept things in the room to see if I was really Dave.
“You're either actually Dave or well studied. Let's pretend I believe your story,” he said.
“It's the truth.”
“Bear with me. Am I attractive?”
“What?”
“You're a woman now. Am I attractive?”
“Maybe a little. I haven't really noticed any shift in my view of men and women.”
“Does that mean Dave thought I was little attractive?”
I sighed. “Yesterday, Dave would have said you have good looks for a guy. You still do.”
“Well, alright then. So, why are you here? Are you still my roommate?”
“I just need my books.”
“Dave's books.”
“My books.”
“Dave is registered as a student here. Eve is not. Are you going to tell all your professors that you had a sudden gender change? If you take a test as Eve and someone looks at your ID won't you get expelled for having someone else take your tests.”
“I hadn't thought of that,” I said. “I'm hoping this is only temporary.”
“I can help.” He picked up his phone and sent a text. “I suppose it's plausible that your change is temporary since it's so implausible that you changed in the first place. But, if this is you forever, you need to deal with it.” His phone beeped and he looked at it. “Do you know Valentino?”
“The nerdy guy down the hall?”
There was a knock at the door.
“Come in,” Robert said. “He's going to help you.”
Valentino was a tall, lanky guy with a mop of red hair, freckles, and thick glasses. “Hey, Robert. Um, hello.” His eyes bugged out when he got a look at me. I realized then that this would not be the last time I would see a guy do that.
“V, how much do you charge for a school ID?”
“Fifty, why?”
“Eve here needs a clone of another, ideally with her face on it.”
“Do you have the source ID?”
I took out my ID.
He took it from my hand. “Does Dave know about this?”
“It's a long story,” Robert said. “But, yeah, Dave knows about his cousin needing a temporary ID.”
Valentino took out his phone. “You do kind of look like Dave.” He looked around and then pointed at a wall. “Stand over there, um, Eve.”
I stood where indicated as he pointed his phone at me. “Should I smile?”
“Sure.” He took a few pics. “Give me the ID and I'll be back in about ten minutes.”
His fingers trailed against mine as he took the ID. Was I imagining it or was he just being creepy?
After he left, Rob said, “He's a creep, but he's good with hacks.”
“You have no idea what it feels like being on the receiving end of creepy.”
“I have three sisters. I kind of know. Admittedly, it's taking all my willpower to not stare at your chest.”
“I think I just have to get use to that. I sometimes want to stare at them myself.”
“They are... pronounced.”
I laughed. “That's what you went with.”
“I'm trying to be good here. But, if that's off the table. Have you experimented with the new equipment yet?”
“Would you ask any other woman that?”
“Of course not. You aren't any other woman though. You and I have sat on the grass of the quad talking about the quality of the various tits, asses, and legs walking by. You weren't offended then when we were objectifying them.”
“I'm not going to agree with boys will be boys. Even if I use to be one of the boys.”
“Fair. I guess asking for a feel is out of the question.”
“Good guess.”
“So, let's get to the reversal issue. Did you hear any magic words or sounds when you put the panties on?”
“No. I was more concerned about getting my comparatively thick thighs through the narrow holes.”
“Why did you let her convince you to put the panties on?”
“Girlfriend.”
“You were thinking with your dick.”
“Apparently for the last time.”
“Sorry.”
“No, I can't blame you for pointing out that I'm at this place because of my own decisions.”
“You need to look on the bright side.”
“The bright side?”
“If... When you do get your dick back, you will have experience as a woman that no man has. It should make you a better man and boyfriend to Shelly. This is why you need to take your new body for a spin. Explore it as only a woman can.”
“This is you not being crude.”
“This is me being practical. At your age, you should be fully aware of what makes you tick sexually. Not saying you shouldn't be a virgin. But, you should have experimented with what turns that body on. You don't want get all hot and bothered somehow and have no idea how to release your tension.”
“That almost sounds like a good idea.”
“Of course it's a good idea. After Valentino comes back, I'll clear out if you want to experiment here. I'm guessing you wouldn't want to do that in front of Shelly.”
“I don't think I want you knowing I'm doing that even if you aren't here.”
“Oh, no worries there. I'll be imagining you getting yourself off whether you do it or not.”
“Gross.”
“Male.”
“No, gross.”
“Don't care.”
There was a knock at the door. Robert opened the door and Valentino entered. He handed me two IDs. “Here's Dave's ID. And here's yours.”
“That's not a bad pic for an ID,” Robert said. He pulled out his wallet and paid Valentino. “This is on me,” he said.
“You didn't have to.”
“Hush. Consider it a birthday present.”
“Is.. is it your birthday?” Valentino said.
“Yesterday,” I said.
“Happy Birthday. I'll be going now.”
“Thanks, V.”
“No problem.” He left.
“And I'll be going too. You hop into that bed and check yourself out.”
“That's awfully pushy.”
“You'll thank me later. I'll be back in three hours. So, pace yourself.”
“Ha ha.”
I had to admit. Robert was right. It was a good idea to experiment alone. I will not describe what I did. It was familiar and yet completely different from anything I had done as a guy in that same bed. Shelly had had the wherewithal to have me buy bath products while we were out and I made use of them afterward. It was my first shower in this body and it too was eye opening.
After drying off and getting dressed, I went back to Shelly's wearing a different set of clothes. I tried out the shoes with the low heel instead of the sneakers I had left the mall wearing. That little bump in height made me feel less small.
When she opened the door to her room, she said, “You got changed?”
“I showered, too. Robert was very understanding.”
I entered and we kissed.
“He was there? What did he say?”
I filled her in on what happened up until he left. She looked at my new ID. “You even photograph well.”
“Are you jealous?”
“A little. If you weren't my girlfriend I'd be green with envy.”
We settled down to do some studying as we normally did on Saturdays. It felt very normal until her roommate showed up. The door opened and she and her boyfriend entered.
“Hey, Shell, who's your friend?” Paula said.
“Paula, meet Eve. Eve, this is Paula and Brett.”
“Nice to meet you, Eve,” Brett said with a hand shake. He exuded something I could not ignore.
“Likewise,” I said and felt some disappointment when he let go of my hand.
“I just need to get changed so we can go out,” Paula said. She grabbed some clothes and went into the bathroom.
“I haven't seen you around,” Brett said to me. “What are you studying?”
“I'm a business major,” I said. His eyes were the brightest blue I'd ever seen.
“That's cool. You're also a business major, Shell, aren't you?”
“Yes,” she said. “We're studying together.”
“Where Dave?”
“He's away for the weekend.”
The two of them continued to talk while I stared at his body. I did not register what happened until he and Paula left. A tissue dabbed at my mouth.
“You were drooling,” Shelly said, holding the wet tissue.
“I was what?”
“I guess we now know you like guys. I hope this means you're bi and not straight.”
“I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to... I wasn't like this with Robert.”
“Brett is hot. It's not your fault. You haven't learned how not to drool over a guy.”
“That's a thing.”
“Not really. You're just extra boy-crazy apparently.”
I put my hands on her shoulders and looked her straight in the eye. “You're still my beautiful girlfriend.”
“That's good to hear. I even give you permission to fuck him if he breaks up with Paula.”
“Really?”
“You're considering it?”
“A little.”
* * *
I had a dream a few days later.
Robert rushed into the room and said, “Oh, good. You're here.”
“Glad to see you, too.”
“I had an idea,” he said and then he described some crazy thing I can't remember that would turn me back into Dave. I reluctantly tried and it somehow worked.
“I'm me,” I exclaimed.
“You're half naked and your makeup looks funny on Dave.”
“But, I'm me.”
“You're welcome. Now undo it to see if you go back to being Eve.”
“Why would I want to do that?”
“Are you crazy?” He said. “Why wouldn't you want to be able to switch back and forth? You were telling me last night about having new friends. You think they'll be friends with Dave or are they exclusively Eve's friends?”
“But...”
“No buts. You would be closing the door on the coolest life anyone could have. You've fooled around and I've seen you drool over other guys. Don't you want to know what it feels like.”
I just stared at him. My mind was in a haze. He took it to mean I did not understand what he was saying, even though I knew all too well what he was saying.
“Do I have to be graphic?”
“No, no, I understand you completely. It's just... well... I am curious.”
“I could help you out there, too.”
“Did you just ask to have sex with me?”
“You? Dave? Not at all. But, Eve? Certainly.”
“I couldn't.”
“You could.”
“No, I couldn't cheat on Shelly.”
“Ah. We could ask her.”
“You are out of your mind,” I said. I got dressed and left without saying anything else.
I went to Shelly's room. When I opened the door she did not seem surprised to see me looking like my old self. I hugged her and we kissed.
“That's great. Can you still go back to being Eve?”
“What?”
“Was that a one time thing, a glitch in the matrix, or are you some kind of sexually morphic being?”
“I don't want to be Eve.”
“Maybe not. But, I think Robert is right.”
“What?”
“He texted me.”
“He texted you what?”
“He suggested you should turn back into a girl and have sex with a guy.”
“With him was his suggestion.”
“Yeah, that part I'm not sure about. Although, I trust he would be good to you so there's that. But, I think it would be rather informative for you to have sex as Eve.”
“What?”
“I'm giving you permission to have sex with a guy and not consider it cheating on me. At least the first time. Make a habit of it and we probably would have to be BFFs instead of dating one another.”
“This is insane.”
“You don't have to do it today or tomorrow. But, the longer you put it off, the more likely you are to chicken out. And that's the part where Robert is right. You could be the best man on the planet because you would know exactly what it means to be a woman.”
“So, you're being selfish because you want the me that learns from all this to be your man.”
“I suppose you could look at it that way.”
* * *
Going to classes was extremely awkward at first. Luckily I was able to blend into the back of the lecture halls. I made friends with some of the girls in my classes. I had to admit I did not find them attractive. Other than Shelly, I had not seen a woman whom I was interested in. On the other hand, several of the guys were very attractive. It was very awkward knowing their names but having to make it seem like I was meeting them for the first time.
There was a group of friends that invited me into their inner circle. Maria, Candace, Rita, Ian, and Marc. We shared all the same classes. Only Ian remembered Dave. Maria was their ringleader. Candace was her yes-girl. Rita was the trouble maker. Ian was a the socially inappropriate one that none of them would hang out with except he was Rita's brother. And then there was Marc. He was the tall, quiet one. He had a crush on Candace that he never told her. And then I think his crush switched to me. Candace probably didn’t even notice.
The second week I attended classes, Rita noticed me getting leered at by a couple jocks and grabbed me by the hand to invite me to sit with her and her friends at a different table in the cafeteria. When we sat down, she said, “You should have told those jockheads off.”
“They caught me off-guard.”
“What's this?” Ian said. “What did they say?”
“They were sitting nearby make lewd gestures about having sex...”
“About fucking her,” Rita said. “Even you wouldn't say what they were saying, Ian.”
“Damn, they are fucked up.”
“You're welcome to sit here any time,” Maria said.
“Thanks.”
That weekend was another surprise. I stayed at Shelly’s the night before. Saturday, just before noon, I returned to my room. I let myself in with my card and Robert said. “Look, it’s Eve. Have you met Dave’s sister, Faith?”
“Nice to meet you,” I said. I had totally forgotten Faith was coming to see me this weekend.
“Are you Robert’s girlfriend?” Faith said.
Robert looked at me wondering if he should go with it. But, I put a stop to it. “No. Sit down, Faith. This is a weird story.”
It took a while to tell the tale. And Robert filled in some details I had already forgotten.
“This is some kind of prank, right?” Faith said. “Where’s Dave hiding?”
“No, Faith. It’s no joke. I know it makes no sense and you have no reason to believe it. But, I’m Dave, or use to be Dave.”
“What’s Mom’s original hair color?”
“Even she doesn’t know.”
“Where did we go on vacation when I was nine?”
“You were nine? Grand Canyon.”
“Why didn’t Dave enjoy it?”
“I got sick and threw up on my burro.”
“You threw up on a burro?” Robert said. “He’s never told me that story.”
“It was hot. I ate something that disagreed with me. I almost fell off the burro and down a cliff side.”
“He never tells anyone that story,” Faith said. “You’re really my brother?”
“Sister,” Robert said.
“I have a sister!!” She shouted.
“No, you have a cousin. We told people I’m Dave’s cousin.”
“No fun. Did you tell Mom and Dad?”
“No. I forgot you were coming this weekend. But now that you are here, and you believe my story, I’m hoping you can figure out how I tell them.”
“Let me think about that. How’s Shelly?”
“She’s helping me with clothes and stuff.”
“You’re wearing makeup?”
“She likes guys, too,” Robert said. “Tell her about Marc.”
“Who’s Marc? Is he hot?”
“I’m not ready for this.”
Thankfully, Faith could only stay until nightfall. She insisted on checking out my new wardrobe. She wanted to “borrow” a pair of my shoes. But, she relented when I pointed out how small my wardrobe and shoe collection were.
When she left, Robert said, “That was more fun than I thought it would be.”
“Why did you bring up Marc?”
“Worried Faith is going to steal your boyfriend?”
“I sleep lighter than you do.”
* * *
I would like to say the next month went by with nothing particularly interesting happening. But, I had my first period about a month after the night I became a woman. Any doubts I had about being a woman were washed away those few days. Shelly was my anchor. Candace and Rita helped as well.
Otherwise, over that month, I ate lunch with my new study group and did some studying with them. Shelly would join us occasionally. She had different classes and was part of another study group. We did have one big study group once. But, some of the people in Shelly's group didn’t want to study with boys. And Maria did not want to exclude Ian and Marc. That was the one and only time we met as a whole.
Candace and I were the first to be seated at one lunch one afternoon when she said, “You really need to talk to Marc.”
“Marc? Why?”
“You haven't noticed? He follows you around like a puppy. He always sits next to you. He is so shy. But, he has a huge crush on you.”
“I know.”
“You know? Why haven't you said anything to him?”
“He use to follow you around before I joined your group.”
“I know. I told him I wasn't interested. Rita also told him she wasn't interested. I think the only reason Maria hasn't had to say anything is he's completely intimidated by her,” Candace said. “The difference is, I've seen you checking him out when he isn't looking. You like him like that.”
“I-- I don't-- I've never.”
“Calm down. I didn't say you should jump his bones. Yet. Just acknowledge that you like him and see where it goes.”
“What if we don't work out?”
“He'd probably leave the group before you even tried to leave. It would be a shame because he's good at math tutoring. But we'd survive.”
“I don't know.”
“Do I need to talk to Shelly?”
“Shelly?”
“You and her seem to be really tight. I bet if she knew about Marc she'd be pushing you to give him a chance.”
“Don't talk to Shelly.”
“Why not? Oh, oh, do you have a thing for Shelly?” I could not believe I had thought Candace was not observant. As I contemplated that, she continued, “The way you look at her is sort of how you look at Marc. It's okay if you're Bi. I think that's great. But, I don't think Shelly swings that way. I won't talk to her. You would probably be better off with Marc, if only, because he will definitely want to go out with you, assuming he doesn't faint first.”
Ironically, as soon as I could be alone with Shelly, I talked to her about what Candace said. I did not expect her first reaction to be, “Marc is hot. You should go for it.”
“What?”
“You've been Eve for well over a month. I don't think you are going to just snap back into being Dave.”
“What about us?”
“There isn't much of us left. And much of that is my fault. As cute as you are, I'm straight. It's nice when we fool around. But, I feel like I’m leading you on. Making out with you doesn't rev my engines like it did when you were Dave. When I dream about you, you’re Dave. Even you aren't as into me as you once were. I will be your BFF. But, I don't think we can be lovers. I hope that doesn't hurt you too much.”
I sat there for a moment before saying, “I'm surprised only because it doesn't hurt like it should.”
“I'm sorry. All of this is my fault.”
I pulled her into a hug. “Don't blame yourself. I don't.”
She sat back. “Good. Just think, that dream you told me about – it came true.”
“That’s not comforting.”
“Sorry,” she said. “How are you are you going to talk to Marc?”
It took a week of Candace and Shelly hounding me to finally get Marc alone, the two of them may have helped set that up. The study group was in a private room in the library studying when the other four suddenly couldn't stay as late as we usually spent studying. Marc and I were going over some math problems that, admittedly, I did not need help on. Candace winked at me as she left, leaving the two of us alone in the room. I was looking at the door to say goodbye to her. When the door closed I turned back to Marc and our noses touched. Neither of us flinched or backed away from the other and a moment passed as our eyes locked onto one another.
“Do you like me?” I said.
He sat back a little. “Of course, Eve.”
“No, I mean do you like like me?”
“Yes.”
“Why haven't you said so before?”
“You didn't ask.”
“You were never going to tell me?”
“I didn't want to risk not having you as a friend.”
He smelled so nice. His brown eyes had little flecks of green in them that made me feel funny inside. I leaned toward him and kissed him. His hands wrapped around me and he kissed me back. His arms enveloped me and I felt warm being held by him. Time stood still.
The embrace ended abruptly when he pulled back and said, “Why are you crying?”
“I'm crying?” I had not realized. The kiss had felt exactly the same as when I kissed Shelly the first time, except I had melted into him. She had told me she never wanted that kiss to end. And I thought that was just something lovers said. This time, I had not wanted it to end. “I'm sorry.”
“No, no,” he said. “It's okay. I just didn't...”
“It's not you. I was a little overwhelmed. It was a beautiful kiss.”
“Yes. It was.”
He closed his eyes and leaned toward me and I did the same. The second kiss was even better. He held me without being inappropriate. I have no idea how long this kiss lasted or how it broke up.
“That was nice,” I said.
“We should probably go get dinner.”
“I was going to meet up with Shelly.”
“Okay. Um.”
“I could cancel with her.”
“You don't have to.”
“No, I don't have to. I want to.”
Later that night, I returned to Shelly's room. As soon as she saw me, she pulled me in and closed the door. “What happened?”
“What do you mean?”
“Don't play coy with me. You have the look of someone who spent some time doe-eyed with a boy. Spill.”
“Marc and I kissed.”
“A four word sentence is insufficient. What did you say? What did he say? Where did he touch you?”
“He was a perfect gentleman. We kissed several time before getting dinner in the cafe. It was very wholesome.”
“Wholesome? What, no groping?”
“Not even once.”
“Lame,” called a voice from Paula's bed. I had no idea Paula was there.
“I thought you were asleep,” Shelly said.
“I was until you got all excited about a not-so-hot date.”
“Be nice. Eve doesn't have a lot of experience with men.”
“Really? You waited until college to date.”
“It wasn't really a plan,” I said.
“And then you managed to find a nice guy who wasn't sticking his hand up your skirt during your first kiss? How'd you get so lucky? Who's the guy?”
“You've seen her with Marc,” Shelly said.
“Oh, my, he is stacked. Aren’t you like a foot shorter than him?”
“At least a foot.”
“You need to get yourself some taller heels or you're going to end up with a sore neck.”
* * *
Over the next few days, Marc kept a respectful distance and did not discuss our kissing in front of the rest of the study group. I had no idea if they knew or not. When we were alone again I asked him and he said, “You seem uncomfortable with public displays of affection. I’m letting you take the lead on whether we tell the group about us.”
“Does that bother you?”
“I don't think so. I'm not really the PDA kind of person. But, I would like to spend more time with you. Can we go out on Saturday, off campus?”
“Sure, what do you have in mind?”
“A picnic lunch. I know a perfect spot.”
“Okay. Where do you want to meet?”
“My car is in the student lot behind my dormitory. I have a blanket, a basket, a mini-cooler, and will make some sandwiches. Eleven AM?”
“Okay.”
He kissed me on the cheek and left.
* * *
We were lying on the blanket in a clearing at a local national park. There were benches on the far side of the clearing that could not be seen because there was a slight hill between us and the benches.
I was nibbling on my sandwich when he said, “Can I ask you a question about your cousin Dave?”
“Um, sure.”
“I've never seen you with him. Do you avoid him?”
“No, he's busy with his own stuff.”
“I've actually never seen him since I first saw you. He use to be in all the classes you're taking.”
“Why is this important to you?”
“It isn't. In fact, I wanted you to know that it isn't. It also isn't important that you aren't enrolled as a student.”
“How?”
“I'm friends with Valentino. After he made your ID, he did a background check on you and it turned up empty.”
“Is this some kind of blackmail scheme?”
“What? No, no, please, Eve. It’s just I kind of know who you are and I need you to know I don't mind.”
“You know who I am?”
“I'm not one hundred percent certain. It's kind of crazy. Still, the facts don't allow for a very sane reason to exist.”
“What facts?”
“You don't have a paper trail. You have all of Dave's classes. Your best friend is Dave's girlfriend. You spend some nights in Shelly's room and some nights in Dave's room. Dave hasn't been seen since you first showed up. You have no social media. I could go on. But, somehow, you are Dave. I don't know how. I don't know why. And I don't care. I like you, Eve. And if you use to be Dave, I don't mind. You've been very skittish around me. I worry that Dave didn't want to be Eve. But that's just speculation.”
To say I was dumbfounded would be an understatement.
He continued, “You didn't deny it. And that's fine. I didn't expect you to admit it either. I can understand why you wouldn't want to tell someone you use to be a foot taller and a different sex. It sounds crazy. It is crazy. But, I have no other way to explain it. And it's not my business, really. I just want you to know that whatever is the truth, I'll still like you.”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Yes? Yes, meaning I'm right? Really?”
“Yes. I don't want to get into it.”
“Okay. Shelly knows, right? I mean she would have to.”
“Yes, she knows.”
“Did you two break up?”
“I guess. Neither of us is really attracted to the other any more.”
“So, you actually are attracted to guys? Me?”
“Absolutely.”
“But, this isn't what you want. You want to be Dave.”
“I do. I did. It's been a couple months. I've kind of given up expecting that to happen.”
“That's sad.”
“Nothing you can do about it.”
“Probably not. If you could go back and you did, would you ever become Eve again, assuming you could.”
“I can't answer that. I have no idea.”
“Fair. Would Shelly take Dave back?”
“I hope so. But, that's like asking me if I want to colonize the Moon.”
“Would you go to the Moon if you could?”
“In a heartbeat.”
“It takes longer than that.”
“You know what I mean.”
He laughed. “I do. I hope you get at least one of these dreams to come true.”
I put the remains of the sandwich aside. “Can we just make out? I don't want to think about the old me any more.”
“Sure.”
It was still mostly just kissing. And that was still wonderful. I did allow him to fondle my breasts through my top. And my thigh rubbed against his stiff crotch. He did not press to go any further.
As we drove back to campus later, he said, “What are you doing for Thanksgiving on Thursday?”
“I don’t know. I have to call Faith, my sister. She’s my only family that knows about this.”
* * *
On Tuesday, we were caught by the study group holding hands. It all felt so middle school romantic. Ian, of course, asked bluntly if we had had sex. Marc told him that was inappropriate. The girls were happy for me.
We went back to my room after studying. Robert had left for the weekend. We sat on my bed and kissed. As we made out, I unbuttoned my top. I took his hand and placed it under my blouse. He felt me up. It made me feel good inside. I wished I had removed my bra first.
I gently pushed him backwards on the bed. I removed my blouse. I hesitated for a moment and he said, “You don’t have…”
I put a finger on his lips to shut him up. I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra. “I want to,” I said. My eyes dipped to my erect nipples. “See?”
His hands were strong and warm as they held my boobs. He said, “Should I get a condom?”
“No, I don’t think I’m ready for that,” I said. “I just want to be touched.”
“Touching’s nice,” he said. He partially sat up and removed his shirt. I had seen him topless before. I wanted to feel his bare chest against my bare chest. We embraced and kissed. His mouth dipped under my chin and his kissed me down my neck. His hands wandered my body as mine wandered his. Was I not ready?
His hot breath on my neck sent chills down my spine and heat between my legs. I was curious. My hand slipped under his waistband and moved down his thigh until they found something warm and hard between his legs.
He popped the button on his pants and undid the zipper. As shy as he was, he knew how to be smooth. He managed to get his pants off without removing his lips from my nipple. His boxer briefs tented in a way I knew first hand to be uncomfortable. I peeled the waistband down and released him from their confines.
“I thought we weren’t doing that.”
“Third base,” I said and my hand encircled his cock. I was longer than mine had been, about the same width. Other than porn, I had never had this view of a cock before. My hand felt small wrapped around him. He lay back and allowed me to stroke his dick.
I lay back as well, my face not far from his. My attention was on his crotch, his attention was on my face. I wondered what he was seeing. His cock grew harder. I looked at him and he gave me a do-what-you-want look. I quickened the pace. He moaned. I saw his eyes close. A small quiver trembled on his lips. I looked back at my hand just in time to see him cum. Cum jumped into the air and landed on my wrist and his stomach. I kept going and more cum dribbled out and down his shaft. His moan crescendoed and ended. I looked at him. He was reaching for the tissue box. He pulled some out and handed them to me. I cleaned my hand first. He took out more tissues and was surprised when I took them from him. I wiped his cock before it got too flaccid. More tissues were needed for his stomach. When he was not looking, I licked my wrist. Not unpleasant.
“Lay back,” he said. “Your turn.”
“What?”
He pushed me onto my back and said, “You can tell me to stop at any time.” He unzipped my skirt and I helped him remove it. He kissed my stomach until he reached the band of my panties. He hooked a thumb under them and slid them down. His eyes were locked onto mine the whole time. A single finger ran down my stomach, between my legs, and pushed gently between my labia lips. Even knowing it was about to happen, I still gasped. I was wet. His finger sat slightly within my lips unmoving for a moment before he curled his finger up and found my button. He brushed my clitoris gently and it was far more electric than when I did it. His fingers played within my outer folds for a few moments before I felt a finger starting to press into my vag.
I cannot remember when my eyes closed. He kissed me to stop me from biting my lip. His finger entered me. I immediately moaned in pleasure. A second finger pushed in. He started to move the two fingers in and out of me. It felt amazing. I was so worked up that he brought about an orgasm relatively quickly. And then, he did not stop until I had a second one.
When I opened my eyes, he was taking two fingers out of his mouth.
* * *
“It’ll be fine,” Faith said over the phone.
“They’ll know.”
“Why would they even suspect the young woman I claim is my friend from school is actually their son, who is like a foot taller than you?” Faith said. “You already texted them that you have a lot of stuff to catch up on and can’t make it. Mom was happy when I told her I was bringing a friend who had nowhere to go this weekend.”
“You already told Mom?”
“That I was bring a friend from school. You are so natural as a girl, they won’t suspect a thing. It’s kind of amazing, actually. Do you have periods?”
“Yes. Ugh. I’m due Monday for my second.”
“Are you on birth control?”
“No.”
“Eve!”
“I haven’t had time to find a doctor. It’s not like I have insurance.”
“Hmm. There’s a clinic we can stop at near the house. It should be open Saturday while we’re home. I’ll give them a call.”
“Fine.”
Wednesday evening, I took the train to Faith’s college. I could not drive us home in Dave’s car. I spent the night in Faith’s room. Luckily the dorms were mostly empty so I didn’t have to lie to her friends about being Faith’s cousin.
In the morning, Faith drove us home. We arrived home by ten in the morning. Faith unlocked the front door and we walked in.
“Faith,” Mom said. She had changed her hair again. It was a fire-engine red, short bob. I’d never considered cutting my hair short.
Grandma Abby was there. Uncle Perry and Aunt Kate were there with Tobin, their young son. Dad shook my hand, “This must be Eve. Welcome to our family gathering.”
“Thanks for having me. It was just too far for me to get away for a quick visit home.”
“Understandable.”
“You look like one of the family,” Dad said. “Doesn’t she look like she could be Faith’s sister?”
“You do have features similar to those on both sides of Faith’s family tree. That nose could be lifted right off Dave’s face,” said Kate, Mom’s sister.
I pretended to not know anybody as Faith introduced me to everyone. I felt bad about not giving Grandma Abby a kiss and a hug. As the introductions happened, Uncle Perry saw my T-shirt and said, “You like Blur? Faith’s brother Dave loves Blur. He’ll be sad he didn’t get to meet you.”
I was going to say something about it but I noticed Uncle Perry was still staring at my T-shirt. No, my chest. Uncle Perry was staring at my boobs.
Faith said, “Why don’t I show you his room? He has a few posters.”
“Sure,” I said and stood up. I followed Faith up the stairs. When we entered my room, she closed the door.
“I want to laugh but I can’t,” she said. “Welcome to the Perved on by Perry club.”
“He’s done that to you?”
“You never noticed?”
“I—” How had I never noticed Uncle Perry’s wandering eye? “No. Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. At least something useful has come from your predicament. You’ve learned about Uncle Perry’s male gaze.”
“I feel so stupid.”
“Don’t. He never stared at Dave. I’m sure you’ve noticed being stared at these past few months.”
“I never know what to do. Shelly says I’m lacking years of training at being treated as a thing by men.”
“You are.” She gave me a hug. We sat on my bed and she told me about her experiences with growing up and being leered at.
“Faith,” Mom called out a little later.
“Be right down,” Faith said. “Ready to undergo the stare.”
“No.”
We went downstairs and helped set the table with Mom and Aunt Kate. It occurred to me that I had never had to set the table for Thanksgiving. The women did that. What kind of asinine tradition was this? Dad, Uncle Perv, and Tobin were watching football TV. If I were still Dave, I’d be in there with them. And I never noticed it before.
I looked at Faith and she had a smirk on her face that told me she knew what I was thinking. It is amazing what you can learn about your family when you view them through the eyes of a stranger.
I managed to get a seat two chairs to the left of Perry. He could not easily stare at me and I did not have to see his face.
“Are you a communications major like Faith is, Eve?” Mom said.
“Yes, we share the same classes for the most part. We met in a study group.”
“The specialized classes don’t start until sophomore year,” Faith said.
“That way they get a full year out of you before you realize you’re in the wrong major. The upper classmen are always saying stuff like that,” I said.
“So cynical at such a young age?” Grandma said.
“I prefer to call myself a realist.”
“Where are you from that you couldn’t get home for Thanksgiving?”
“I’m not close with my family,” I said. “Sometimes I think they wouldn’t even recognize me if I were with them.”
Dad changed the subject quickly and I did not have to make up a whole back story for my new life.
After dinner the women gathered in the kitchen to talk while the men remained in the living room. Later, Faith and I were in her room.
“Learned more about the family dysfunction, did you?” She said.
“I never noticed there’s no intermingling of the sexes at these gatherings aside from dinner itself. Have you ever asked about it?”
“Yes. Grandma calls it tradition and Mom doesn’t say anything.”
“Have you ever spent more than a few minutes talking to Tobin?”
“No. Tell me about him.”
“He has a dry wit. But, he’s shy and barely talks at the table.”
“I had no idea,” she said. “We should get ready for bed.” She pulled her shirt off and laughed at my shocked face. “I ain’t got anything you ain’t got.”
“But, you know who I am.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“I guess not,” I said as I took off my T-shirt.
“That’s a cute bra.”
“Shelly insisted I get bras that were, as she called it, fun.”
“Has she found someone else?”
“Not that I’m aware of.”
“You did break up.”
“Yes. It wasn’t that bad. We were surprisingly okay with it.”
“That’s good, I guess,” Faith said. “And how about you and Marc? Have you?”
“No.”
“You’ve been dating for a month. Is he big?”
My face must have been bright crimson.
“So, you’ve touched it, I hope? Otherwise, he’s going to leave you.”
“Marc’s not like that.”
“He’s a guy. You know what they’re like.”
The Friday after Thanksgiving is traditionally a day one avoids shopping centers unless one has a specific deal they wish to take advantage of. Not Faith. Faith loved Black Friday, as it’s known – the hustle, the stampede of shoppers – she loved it.
She dragged me to the mall to buy me more clothes. She was not happy with the style she assumed Shelly inflicted on me. She said, “I can’t accept you as my older sister with the conservative clothes you wear.”
“They aren’t conservative.”
“You don’t own a single abdomen revealing top. You have no tight leggings. You have no short shorts. I’m not saying you have to dress like a sex worker. But, you have assets you should be showing off a bit more.”
We traveled the young women’s clothing stores for crop tops, tank tops, corsets and half-corsets, and leggings in stretch fabrics, flowy fabrics, and leather. The first time I tried something on, I came out of the changing booth and asked, “When am I going to wear something like this in Winter?”
“That’s what a coat is for.”
“I’ve never understood freezing your ass off to look hot.”
“Pretend Marc is standing right around that corner over there. Do you want to ask him how you look in that crop top or in a long sleeve Christmas sweater?”
I blushed.
“That’s what I thought. The top’s okay. I don’t like the leggings color on you. Next outfit.”
For several hours and in and out of half a dozen stores, we improved my wardrobe. She paid for most of it. On the way home, she said, “We have to tell Mom and Dad. I can’t keep buying my friend half a wardrobe each season.”
“I know.”
“And what are you going to do about finals in a few weeks? You can’t put Dave’s name on a test and get away with it at my college.”
“Nor mine. Again, I don’t know.”
“With Mom and Dad on your side, they can help you with talking to the school. You probably need a lawyer to help you sort it all out.”
That evening, Faith dragged me into the living room as Mom and Dad were sitting – cuddling? – together on the sofa.
“Mom, Dad, Eve has something to tell you.”
“What is it, Dear?” Mom said, sitting up and giving me her full attention. Dad hit mute on the television remote.
“I haven’t been completely honest with you about who I am,” I said. “I have no idea how to prove this to you but… I’m David.”
Dad laughed. Mom just looked confused. Dad said, “My son was never what I would call curvy, young lady. And you must be a foot shorter than David.”
“I don’t blame you for not believing me. If I hadn’t just spent two months as a woman I wouldn’t believe me either.”
“David’s had a problem that he didn’t tell us about for two months?” Mom said. “Now, I know this some kind of prank. Did Faith put you up to this?”
“She isn’t lying,” Faith said. “Hear her out.”
“It was eight weeks ago, also on a Friday night…” I told them what happened in Shelly’s dorm room and the subsequent few days.
Mom and Dad, mostly Dad, peppered me with questions only Dave could know the answer to. Dad thought I got one wrong, but Mom and Faith confirmed I was right. Mom even asked, “What’s my original hair color?”
Faith and I laughed. “Do you even know? Faith asked me that when she was first told about my change.”
“No,” she said with a chuckle. “I think I’m a dirty blond. But, these days there’s a lot of gray when I don’t keep up with dying it.” She stood up and embraced me. “I believe you, Love.”
“I’m still a bit skeptical. But, if Britney believes you, I believe you.” He stood up and gave me a hug.
“How did Shelly take it?”
“We’re BFFs now.”
“You broke up?”
“She doesn’t feel the same way about me physically.”
“And you?”
I blushed.
“She has a boyfriend,” Faith said.
“Already?” Dad said.
I took out my phone and showed them a few selfies of me and Marc.
“He’s a handsome boy,” Mom said.
“Too good looking,” Dad said. “Have you and Marc…?”
“She doesn’t have to answer that,” Faith said. “If you can ask her, you’ll start asking me.”
“Should I start asking you?”
“Donald!” Mom said.
“I was just curious.”
“I convinced Eve to talk to you because she has a problem,” Faith said. “She isn’t registered for classes and she can’t take Dave’s final exams for him without getting him expelled if she’s caught.”
“Oh, right,” Dad said. “It’s not too late. I’ll call my friend Kerry. She can’t help herself, she’s a contract lawyer. But, she’ll be able to recommend the right lawyer to help us talk to the college.” He left the room to go to his home office.
“You always wanted a second daughter, Mom.”
“Not at the expense of my only son, Eve,” she said. “Are you fully…?”
“I’ve had my period. I’m due for the next one soon.”
“How did that go?”
“Shelly prepared me well.”
“That’s good. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you,” Mom said. “Your make up is amazing.”
“Also Shelly.”
Mom was very understanding and asked me about my studies. She only asked a few questions about Marc. Dad returned shortly.
“It took over five minutes to convince Kerry I wasn’t saying you were transitioning or anything medical like that. She gave me the number of an acquaintance who works in civil rights and identity law. I’ll call them Monday.”
“Just don’t let this become a big national news story,” I said.
“Yes, we want to avoid that. You’ll probably have to meet with this lawyer in their office whenever I can set up a meeting.”
“I know.”
* * *
Saturday morning, Mom was so happy to hear Faith was taking me to a clinic for a gynecological exam. Suffice it to say, it was not as bad as I imagined it could be. It was only terrible. At least I wasn’t a thirteen year old girl my first time. The doctor was very understanding and she prescribed birth control pills. When I told her I didn’t have insurance, she gave me a prescription card to help offset the cost.
Faith and I went to the mall again afterward. We were standing outside a store when a familiar voice called out, “Faith.”
We turned around and saw J.B. approaching. J.B. was my best friend through high school. Faith never really liked him.
“What, J.B.?” She said.
“Is Dave home for the weekend? I haven’t heard from him in a while.”
“Dave couldn’t make it home.”
“That sucks. All his texts are short and boring. Any idea what happened to him? Who’s this cutey?”
“Eve is my cousin,” she said. “Eve, this is J.B., Dave’s friend.”
“Nice to meet you,” I said. He extended his hand and I shook it. I never realized how cute J.B. was. Of course, I was fully aware that he was a bit of a player. His body language now was saying, “check me out.” I said, “Have you known Dave a long time?”
“Since grade school. If you hear from Dave, Faith, tell him I’m hoping to get a phone call from him.”
“Sure, J.B. We gotta go.”
“No prob. B-bye hot stuffs.”
As we walked away, I said, “Is that why you never liked him?”
“I liked him before he started calling me hot stuff.”
“I never noticed it before.”
At home, I spent an hour talking to Marc on the phone. Faith only butted in a little.
Soon, it was Sunday afternoon and Faith was driving me back to campus. “I have to say, Eve. It’s amazing how natural a woman you seem. If I didn’t know you were once Dave I’d never have suspected it.”
“Yay for me embracing my feminine side.”
“I’m serious. You could have hid yourself away, cut your hair, camouflaged yourself in boy clothes, and so on. I don’t know what I would do if I woke up as a bro one morning. I’m proud of you.”
“Thanks, Sis. That means a lot.”
“And I got a big sister out of it!”
“And I got to be a big sister.”
I texted Marc as we got close to campus. He was standing outside my dorm as we pulled up. I got out of the car and kissed him immediately.
“Now, I see why you wear such high heels,” Faith said. I was still half a head shorter than Marc in these sky high heels.
“Let me get your bags,” he said. “Is this your sister?”
“Hi, I’m Faith. And you are far too hot.”
He blushed and said nothing as he grabbed my bags from the trunk.
“Don’t embarrass him.”
“What? Do you have a brother?”
“I do. But he’s ten years older and married.”
“Do you have a pic? I want to know if you were the lucky one.”
“Faith!”
He pulled out a pic of his brother and his wife walking a red carpet.
“OMG, is that Anielle Delacroix?”
“Yes, she’s his wife.”
“Da-amn. No pressure, Eve.”
“None at all,” I said.
“I still have another hundred miles to get to my campus,” Faith said. She gave me a hug. “Be good.” She gave Marc a hug and said, “Be good to her.”
“Always.”
She got in her car and drove away as we waved at her. We kissed again. Someone nearby called out, “Get a room.”
“How was your weekend?” I said as we reached my room. Robert wasn’t there yet.
“Good. Anielle’s pregnant, but don’t tell anyone. She’s planning an announcement.”
“Is that their first?”
“Yes. I can’t imagine my brother as a father. Mom and Dad were excited to become grandparents. The baby was all anyone talked about all weekend.”
“Do you want kids? Eventually?”
“Sure, I guess. That’s a weird question for you, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.” I said. There was an awkward silence.
“Not anything you need to worry about today.”
Robert arrived shortly and that put an end to any idea of another big make out session. After Marc left, Robert said, “I didn’t ruin the mood, did I?”
“That’s all you’re good for.”
“Hey.”
“I’m joking. No, it’s almost that time of the month.”
“Bummer. Isn’t sex supposed to help with cramping?”
“I wouldn’t know.”
I told him about telling the family my secret.
“That’s awesome. Hopefully that lawyer can get things settled.”
Dad and I met with the lawyer on Wednesday. Her name was Micah Peterson. She was in her mid-thirties. She was professionally dressed but her offices had in a bit of a punk vibe. She said, “This is going to be difficult. There’s not any prior law regarding people spontaneously changing gender. Frankly, you look indistinguishable from a normal woman your age. I can’t decide if that’s a good thing or not. On the one hand, it makes it easy to argue for a legal name change. On the other, it makes it almost impossible to get someone to believe you use to be a man. What is the end goal?”
“I’d rather be a man, I think.”
“You think?”
I paused. “I have a boyfriend.”
“Does he know?”
“Yes. He actually figured it out. I showed up when Dave stopped being seen on campus, etc.”
“Smart kid.”
“So, since you have a boyfriend, you’re feeling better about the change?”
“Mostly. I use to have a girlfriend. She calls us BFFs now.”
“Probably the most interesting friend-zoning I’ve ever encountered. Are you seeing a therapist?”
“No.”
“I’ll have my assistant get you the name of a couple therapists who work with gender issues,” she said. “I’ll contact the school and arrange a meeting with the Dean of Students. Hopefully we can get in before finals start. After that we’ll have to play it by ear.”
* * *
The meeting with the Dean took place on Friday. Micah, Dad, Mom, and I met outside his office before going in. Anil Mittal was an older man. His office reflected a refined taste. He had a slight British accent. After introductions he interrupted Micah by starting, “So, this, you are telling me, is David Putnam, second year business major?”
“She calls herself Eve, now,” Micah said.
“And her transition was somehow magical?”
“I prefer to say an unexplained phenomenon,” Micah said.
“Ms Peterson, it is only because your reputation proceeds you that I am not laughing. Mr. Putnam’s files say he is six foot five inches and over two hundred pounds. This woman could not physically be him and yet you swear she is.”
“Yes.”
“This blessed event happened in September?”
“The twenty-ninth,” I said.
“Why did you wait so long to do anything about it?”
“Ms Putnam was hoping it would all go away. When it didn’t, she was afraid no one would believe her.”
“What do you want me to do?”
Micah took some papers from her case. “In the short term, we’d like the university to issue papers saying Eve can take David’s exams coming in the next couple weeks. It would be a shame to have her lose an entire semester. In the long term, we will probably have her name legally changed and we would like David’s records transferred to her.”
“We can discuss the transcript issues after you deal with the name change. As for her finals, she will have to take them separately from the other students. It would be too much of a hassle to allow her to take the exams without ID, fake or not. They will take place here and I will proctor them personally. I will have to get approval from the university president. But, I don’t think he’ll object. So, this is a tentative solution.”
“That sounds like a good solution,” Micah said.
“Thanks, Dean Mittal,” I said.
“If you ever go back to being David, you will inform me immediately,” he said.
I nodded.
In the hallway outside the Dean’s office, Micah said, “That went very well. I’ll work on getting the name change started. That will probably not get anywhere until Spring. Complicating this is your gender change. We will need to find a sympathetic physician since it can only be accomplished with a physician’s sign off. I’m going to call a couple congressmen I know to see if we can mitigate that. It will take time.”
“Thanks for you help,” Dad said.
“It’s what I’m paid to do. And as the Dean said, if you find yourself as David again, call me before you call the Dean.”
“Easy to promise at this point,” I said.
* * *
Marc and I continued to be intimate without reaching home plate. Finals took place a couple weeks after the meeting with the Dean. Taking the exams alone in a corner of his office was weird. It was certainly a lot quieter than sitting in a room with a hundred other students.
Dad came up to campus by train to drive my car back home. Micah was still working on getting me a new driver’s license. Marc had already packed the car before Dad arrived. They shook hands.
“I would have driven her home if she had asked,” Marc said.
“Britney would have loved to meet you.”
“Part of why I didn’t ask him to drive me home, Dad.”
“It’s okay if I meet your boyfriend.”
“You won’t ask me a bunch of questions afterward.”
“I could.”
The month long winter break flew by. Mom spent most of the break trying to make up for lost mother-daughter time with me. Faith ran interference a few times to get me out of it but I really didn’t mind spending more time with Mom. Dad was not quite distant. We still played chess in the evening every now and then. He loved playing against me. And I could still beat him occasionally.
Marc visited a couple weekends and got along great with my parents. He could not sleep over though.
A week before Christmas Eve, Grandma visited and we told her who I was. We did not tell Uncle Perry and Aunt Kate. Mom wanted to tell her sister but I did not want to have too many people knowing until a permanent solution was found.
Before I knew it, I was back on campus. I was still rooming with Robert since neither of us had a problem with living with the other. Dean Mittal was glad as even he did not like dealing with the staff at housing.
* * *
It was a week after the spring semester started when Robert rushed into our room and said, “Oh, good. You're here.”
“Glad to see you, too.”
“I had an idea. When you changed you tried putting on your old underwear. Have you tried any of your old underwear since?”
“I also tried putting on my men’s underwear the morning after it happened.
“So, that Friday and that Saturday. How about since then?”
“No, they would be very loose.”
“That's not the point. Maybe your body changes with your underwear. Had you ever worn female underwear before you did a few months ago?”
“Of course not.”
“So, give it a try. You have nothing to lose.”
“I already tried this.”
“Maybe whatever makes you change takes time to recharge.”
“Fine, fine.” I grabbed one of my old boxer briefs and went into the bathroom.
A moment later, male me was shouting “Oh, my god.” I stepped out of the bathroom in just my boxer briefs. “I'm me!”
“You're half naked and your makeup looks funny on Dave.”
“But, I'm me.”
“You’re welcome. Now, put the panties back on to see if you can go back and forth.”
“Why would I want...?”
“Are you crazy?” He said. “Why wouldn't you want to be able to switch back and forth? You were telling me about kissing Marc. You think he wants to kiss Dave?”
“But...”
“No buts.”
“Stop, stop, stop. I am having the worst déjà vu right now.”
“What?”
“The dream I told you about a couple months ago.”
“What about it?”
“You’re saying exactly what you said in my dream.”
“Whatever. You would be closing the door on the coolest life anyone could have. You've fooled around and I've seen you drool over guys. Don't you want to know what it feels like.”
“You did it again.”
“So, you apparently also have precognitive powers. Doesn’t matter. Do I have to be graphic?”
“No, no, I understand you completely. It's just... well, I am curious.”
“I could help you out there, too.”
“That’s it. I’m done,” I said. I got dressed and left without saying anything else.
I went to Shelly's room. When I opened the door she did not seem surprised to see me looking like my old self. I hugged her and we kissed.
“So, how did you find yourself?”
“Robert had the insane idea that there’s a recharge time just after a gender change that has to pass before I can switch back. Insane idea. But, it worked.”
“That's great. Can you still go back to being Eve, now?”
“What?”
“Was that a one time thing, a glitch in the matrix, or are you some kind of sexually morphic being?”
“If I never put on panties again, it won't matter.”
“But, what about Marc?”
Somehow between my dorm and her dorm, I had forgotten about Marc. I dropped into a chair in the room and just sat there for several moments. Shelly said nothing. “I have to tell him.”
“His first question will be whether you can still be Eve or not.”
“No, he'd ask if I want to be Eve again.”
“Which you are saying you won't do.”
“I have to find out.”
I went into her bathroom and removed my clothes. I started sliding the panties up my leg when I saw myself in the mirror. Am I Dave or am I Eve? I asked the naked man in the mirror.
The waistband settled on my waist and nothing happened. I removed the panties and grabbed my underwear and put them back on.
“Nothing,” I said.
“Oh, you’ll have to wait a day or two and try again. When you first changed you could not change back.”
She came over to me and hugged me. We kissed.
“Didn't we break up?” I said.
“We were on a pause until you could turn back to Dave.”
“Which I've done. Now I have a boyfriend and a girlfriend. You never struck me as the sharing type.”
“I would never share Dave with another woman. I also don't think I would be jealous of Eve being with Marc.”
“Seriously?”
“Just don't expect any threesomes.”
“Not even Dave, Marc, and you.”
“I-- I hadn't thought of that.”
“I should go talk to Marc while you fantasize.”
“Shut up!”
I went to Marc’s dorm and was let in. I knocked on his room door. Everything looked different being a foot taller now.
“Dave?” he said, stepping aside to let me in.
“I hope Ian isn't here.”
“He isn't. So, long time no see.” He sat on his bed. I sat on the desk chair.
“Yeah, about that.”
“So, you're here. I'm guessing that means I was right about you and Eve.”
“You were.”
“Does this mean Eve’s never coming back?”
“I tried changing back. It didn’t work. Just like it didn’t work when I first became Eve. I just spent several months not feeling like myself.”
“So we're breaking up? I don't mind. Just don't string me along.”
“I just left Shelly's room. She was also happy for me. I never wanted to break up with her.”
“I see.”
“I also don't want to break up with you. I mean. At the moment, I'm not looking for anything physical with you. But, I--”
“So, I will see Eve again. And she still wants to be my girlfriend.”
“Assuming it doesn’t take three months between changes.”
“I should probably reject this idea. What if it only takes a day or two between changes? Would you switch back and forth that frequently?”
“Maybe.”
“Shelly had no problem with this?”
“She said she didn't. We won't know whether she or you or I can handle the idea of sharing me between you two until we try it. Insane as it sounds.”
“I'm willing to try. I really like Eve. And I think you were finally comfortable being Eve until you... You never did tell me how you became Eve.”
I sighed. I told him the story of the underwear. When I finished he laughed. “What?”
“How did it take so long for you to try putting on men's underwear?”
“I tried immediately. And the next morning.”
“But not since then?”
“No.”
“The gang is going to miss Eve at lunch tomorrow if you don't show.”
“Let's give the three-halves dating a chance first. If we find out we can handle it, we can tell the girls about my weird ability.”
“But not Ian.”
“God, not Ian. Are you daft?”
We laughed.
“I’ll try again Saturday. If it works out, we can get together as a couple and hang out.”
“It's a date. If you remain Dave, we can still hang out as Bros.”
“I suppose that's possible.”
“Dave, I might have a girlfriend with whom I can do guy stuff with. Nothing can be better than that. Having to share you with Shelly is worth the price of admission.”
“I'm glad you're so open about this.”
“I'm glad you were man enough to tell me why Eve wouldn't be in classes tomorrow.”
“Okay. I'm headed back to Shelly's dorm. Good night.”
We shook hands, awkwardly at first. I left.
* * *
I called Micah and when she found out how I turned back I could hear her biting her tongue. We put a hold on any name change. I went to the Dean’s office and he was less restrained. “This is amazing,” he said. “How did you not try to turn back with your own underwear immediately?”
“I did try it immediately. Even the next morning. I haven’t tried it since then until this morning.”
“So, you’ll be attending classes as yourself this semester, I assume.”
“I will. I might still be attending classes sometimes as Eve, assuming the cool down period isn’t weeks long.”
“You will?”
“Eve has a boyfriend. It would be unfair to just ghost him.”
“You seem a bit confused about what you want.”
“Tell me about it.”
* * *
Shelly and I were having lunch in the cafe on Friday when Marc approached us. Quietly, he said, “May I join you?”
Shelly said, “Sure. Have a seat.”
Marc looked very relieved as he sat. This was the shy Marc I first met a couple months ago. “I don't want to intrude.”
“No, no, you two should get to know one another,” I said.
“Should we?” he said.
“Why not?” Shelly said. “Do you have any plans with Eve or Dave tomorrow?”
“You told her?” Marc said.
“Of course,” I said.
“Good, good. Of course, you told her. No, I thought we'd just hang out. Did you want to do something specific?”
“Nothing specific. I'm up to date on my studying, though.”
“There's that movie you want to see,” Shelly said.
“No,” I said. “I don't think I'll enjoy as much if I'm Eve.”
“Really?” Marc said. “What kind of movie?”
“A stupid action movie. While I was Eve, I watched a couple similar movies and they were good. I enjoyed them. But something was missing. They weren't great movies to Eve. I rewatched one of them last night and it just landed better when I was Dave.”
“Testosterone?”
“Maybe.”
“You could watch it with Marc as Dave.”
“I think I want my first date since finding Dave with Marc to be a strictly Eve date. Maybe some other time, Dave and Marc could see that movie.”
“Sure,” Marc said. He visibly relaxed. “I was worried this might be hard to do.” He indicated with his hand the three of us conversing.
“It's a very unusual circumstance,” Shelly said. “It'll probably work because none of us are the type who feels the need to spend time with their significant other twenty-four/seven.”
“And my other relationship isn't a secret.”
“What if Shelly found another boyfriend or I found another girlfriend?”
“We don't have to decide that now. I just hope if that happened, you would tell the other two about it before it reached the dating stage. No secrets.”
“Agreed.”
“Agreed.”
Saturday morning, before my shower, I put on Eve’s underwear and I was changed into Eve. It took at a maximum four days between changes. I suppose I had to experiment to find out the minimum time between changes. Robert was awake as I came out of the bathroom.
“Eve?” He said. “I thought you would wait to change closer to when Marc was coming by to pick you up?”
“I figured I should get reuse to this body before I saw him. Everything is so big again.”
“You are so lucky.”
“I am?” I wasn’t sure what he was referring to.
“You have two people who care for you so much they are willing to share you. And you get to experience 100% of the human experience compared to most people who only get to experience 50% of the human experience.”
“You always did see my curse as a blessing.”
“And I hope someday you'll realize I was right.”
Marc arrived around three in the afternoon and Robert opened the door. I was standing not far away. When I first saw Marc, my heart jumped into my throat. That had not happened when Dave saw him. Marc did a double take as he saw me.
“She’s hot, right?” Robert said.
“Don’t be a dick,” I said.
“You two would have just stared at each other for a few minutes if I hadn’t said anything.”
“He’s right,” Marc said. “And you are, too. He’s a dick.”
“Hey.”
“Bye, Rob,” I said walking out ahead of Marc.
When I turned to look at him Marc was rolling his eyes. “What did he do?”
“Don’t ask,” Marc said.
We got in his car and drove downtown. He parked not far from the restaurant where we had reservations for the evening. It was still mid-afternoon so we strolled toward a small park a few streets over. We held hands.
“This isn’t killing you, is it?”
“What?” He said.
“Holding hands. You said you weren’t much for PDAs.”
“Oh, my feelings about PDAs are mostly untested. I had a girlfriend in high school who never let me near her in public because I was always shooting video of her for her social media presence. She didn’t want anyone to know she had a boyfriend in case it would reduce the number of followers she had. We didn’t last long.”
“She sounds controlling.”
“She isn’t controlling me any more. That’s all I care about. You ever think about being a fashion influencer?”
“Never crossed my mind. I’m not into that stuff.”
“You aren’t?” Marc laughed. He stopped and tugged me toward a store window. “You like that dress right there.”
It was a blue, double strapped, one shoulder mini dress with strategically placed sheer mesh cutouts. I had shoes that would be perfect with it.
“I’m right,” he continued. “You’re thinking about how it would look on you right now.”
“Just because I like a dress doesn’t mean I want to make videos of me showing off my clothes.”
“Let’s go in.”
“Why?”
“I want to see you in the dress.”
“Are you sure you want to unleash a woman in a clothing store?”
“I have faith you aren’t like that.”
“I don’t know,” I said opening the door to the store. “If you’re relying on me also being Dave, you’re forgetting Dave doesn’t like trying on dresses any more than he likes guys.”
“Oh, shit.”
The saleswoman in the store quickly found the dress in my size and I went into the changing room. When I came out, I strutted over to the mirror. I loved the dress. The cutouts were well-placed without being vulgar. And it showed off some cleavage without feeling like the girls were going to pop out if I turned too quickly.
As I was contemplating the thoughts flowing through my mind, Marc said, “We’ll take it.”
“We will?”
“Of course. It was made for you.”
“You’re boyfriend has excellent taste,” the saleswoman said.
“He saw me staring at this one. Try to pick something else for me,” I said.
“Challenge accepted,” he said in a deep tone. I laughed.
He walked a few steps and after careful consideration picked up a cream colored, slightly sheer blouse with a plunging, ruffle lined neckline and long sleeves that ended in a wide ruffle.
“I think he wins,” the saleswoman said. “It’s even in your size.” She handed it to me. She picked up a black pencil skirt and handed it to me. “If you want to put it on for him.”
Marc smiled.
I went into the changing room and came out. It was a great outfit. He bought them all for me and carried the bag as we left.
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“You don’t have enough clothes.”
“I can’t wear that dress on campus.”
“You certainly can. There’s a dance in a couple weeks.”
“I thought you were shy.”
“No one will be looking at me if I’m dancing next to you in that dress.”
“Can you afford it? Women’s clothes aren’t cheap.”
“There was a moment of sticker shock when she said $134. But, yeah, I can afford it.”
“I hope you don’t think I’m dating you for your money.”
“How would you have known anything about my finances up until now?”
“Candace?”
“I never dated Candace.”
“Her loss.”
When it got close to our dinner reservation, we walked back to the car to drop off the clothing. Shortly after checking in at the hostess’ desk in the restaurant, a voice called out.
“Marc?”
Marc turned and said, “Bill! How have you been?”
Bill was as tall as Marc, a bit more rugged in looks, attractive, lighter hair, darker complexion. He was accompanied by a tall woman, brunette, dressed in a red lacy top and tan slacks. They looked like they were a few years out of college.
“Bill, this is Eve,” Marc said. “Eve, this is my cousin Bill and his wife Shawna. They live a couple towns over from campus.”
“Pleased to meet you.”
“You aren’t an influencer, are you?” Shawna said.
“No.”
“Thank God. Do you remember Penelope, Bill?”
“I don’t think Eve wants to hear about Penelope, Dear.”
“I know of her and he’s right. I don’t want to know much more about her.”
“If you are going to chat, we’re going to powder our noses,” she said and gave Bill a quick kiss. She shooed me toward the bathrooms. I had been planning to check my make up. When we got there I checked my face in the mirror.
“How long have you known Marc?” She said as she closed the door to a stall.
“A few months. He was so shy. I had to ask him out. We’ve only been dating about a couple months.”
“That sounds like Marc. Be good to him. He’s a kind soul.”
“That is one of many qualities I like about him. How long have you been with Bill?”
“This isn’t about me. What else do you like about Marc?”
“Are you interrogating me?”
“No, no, no. Maybe a little. Other than the influencer, Marc hasn’t really dated. I gotta know what you did to coax him out of his shell.”
“We were in the same study group. He’s had crushes on the other women in the group. He switched to me when I joined. If he wasn’t so sweet, he’d be creepy.” I went into another stall to do my business and I realized this was the first time I had ever gone to the bathroom with another woman to talk about my date. “And he’s hot.”
As we finished washing our hands, she said, “His family is full of tall drinks of water.”
When we got back to the guys, Bill said, “She pump you for everything you and Marc know about one another.”
“Oh, hush, Bill. Nice meeting you, Eve. Don’t be a stranger, Marc. We aren’t that far from campus.”
“Good night, Bill, Shawna.”
“Nice meeting you,” I said.
They left. “Sorry about that,” Marc said. Before I could say anything, we were escorted to our table.
“She didn’t really say much except that your family is full of tall, hot guys.”
“True, I guess. My brother could have been a model. Instead he became a doctor. Bill’s son, Donny is taller than me.”
“You never said your brother could be a model.”
“That’s how he met his wife.”
“You could be a model, too.”
“Me? I’m too awkward in front of a camera.”
“You haven’t had the right photographer.”
He gave me a full rundown of his family tree over the course of the meal. I told him anecdotes about my own family when they worked well after an anecdote he told. I was a wonderful dinner.
Afterward, we went back to my dorm room. Robert was home for the weekend so we didn’t have to worry about being interrupted. “Why don’t you get comfortable and we can maybe watch a movie? I’ll be in the bathroom.”
“Okay,” he said and he started removing his shoes as I went into the bathroom.
I used the facilities and washed up before pulling a bag out from under the sink. I got changed into the outfit I had put there earlier. When I walked out, he looked at me and I wish I had been able to photograph how big his eyes had bugged out.
I was wearing lingerie. I had never worn it in front of Marc before. It was royal blue and lacy. A sheer camisole did little to conceal my breasts. A garter belt held up sheer stockings. The lacy blue thong barely covered my womanhood. I posed with my left foot flat on the ground, my right foot was on the tip of its toes pushing my knee forward. My left arm was straight by my side and my right arm was bent with my hand behind my neck. “What do you think?”
“I don’t think I’m able to think,” he said. He sat up on the bed, his feet on the floor. “I feel a bit overdressed.”
“We’ll take care of that,” I said. I walked to the bed and sat in his lap. We kissed. I am not sure when he removed my camisole or his own shirt. He hooked a finger in my panties and lifted my butt with his other hand. As I stood, he pulled my panties down to my knees. I shimmied my legs and stepped out of the panties as they hit the floor. “I’m ready.”
“Ready?” He said curiously. And then it dawned on him. “Ready.” He moved to the side so I could slip into bed. He stood up and opened a drawer near my desk. He took out a condom and dropped his underwear to the floor somehow all at once. He handed me the condom. His dick was stiff and pointing at me. I opened the wrapper and rolled it down his shaft. I then sat back to give him room to get into the narrow bed.
He placed his hands on the bed near my ears and was holding himself above me. We kissed again. It lasted several moments until my eyes flew open. I saw him staring at me. I had felt him rub his cock against my willing opening.
He cocked his head to the side, silently asking a question. I nodded and he pushed his cock downward into the entrance of my vag. I closed my eyes and hoped it would not hurt. Slowly, smoothly, he pushed himself inside me. It hurt a little. But, it felt amazing. My hands were squeezing his ass, trying to pull him inside me. But, he was a slow moving train, determined not to make me cry out in pain. He pulled back a little until his head was at the entrance again before pushing inside again, a little further this time.
I heard moaning and realized it was me. When he finally was all the way in, his balls slapping lightly against my ass, he began to fuck me in earnest. His strokes were still smooth but they were more forceful, longer, deeper. This was not his first rodeo. He knew how to make me feel amazing. If I was being honest, he was a better lover than I had ever been to Shelly. My ego did not have a chance to think about that though as he cranked up the intensity.
My mind was turning to mush. I had felt orgasms before as Eve. What was about to happen made them seem like someone running a single finger down my arm. This… This was…
I came down from the most incredible orgasm of all time. Moments had passed. I have no idea how to describe it. He was kissing me and I could not possibly have been kissing him back for the past few minutes. I kissed him back.
He was still buried deep inside me as he broke the kiss. “You okay?”
What a stupid question! “I’m amazing.”
“Yes, you are.”
“And you are even better. That… That was…”
He reached out and gave one of my nipples a seemingly gentle twist. My body coiled like a spring and I let out a sound that could not possibly have been made by a human. It was not as intense as the earlier orgasm, but that wasn’t a fair comparison.
“How did you do that?”
“I have a strong imagination,” he said. He slowly withdrew his flagging cock. He got up and removed the condom, leaving it in the can beside my desk. He lay down beside me. I turned onto my side and propped my head up on the arm beneath me. My other hand traced lazy circles on his chest.
“Was it worth the wait?”
“Give me a minute. I think you fucked my brains out and I don’t see them here on the bed.”
“You should have secured your brains in a jar before we started.”
“Next time.”
“There will be a next time?”
“Probably in an hour or so. And many more after that.”
We did it again, twice, before I fell asleep in his arms as the inner spoon.
* * *
I was awoken with a kiss. “Good Morning.”
“Good Morning,” I said. “What time is it?”
“Almost ten. I’m have a few things to do. And I’m sure you do as well. We’ll meet for dinner in the cafe?”
“Okay.”
We kissed again and he left. I got up and went to the bathroom. Should I try Dave’s boxer briefs, I wondered. It was definitely too soon based on past experience. I decided not to try as there were things Eve needed to do today.
A couple hours later I was in the cafe with Shelly for lunch. As she sat down she immediately said, “How was it?”
“It feels very weird to talk about this with you.”
“We both have boobs. That means I’m your BFF and you just had sex with your boyfriend. If you don’t talk I’ll never speak to Eve again.”
“In that case you get the long version.” I told her everything. Of course, I started with him buying me a dress. She was not amused until I got to the bathroom encounter with Shawna.
When I finally got to me showing Marc some lingerie, she asked, “When did you get lingerie?”
“Faith insisted I buy it. It felt awkward buying it in the store. Dave loves looking at women in lingerie, of course. But, I wasn’t sure if there was any appeal for the woman. God, the way his eyes devoured me. I can’t wait to wear lingerie again for him.”
“I’ll have to try that for Dave.”
“That’s up to you.”
She approved of him handing me the condom. She said that was how it should work. I paused awkwardly when I reached the point where I realized Marc was better than Dave at sexual encounters.
“I hope you were taking notes.”
“I don’t know that I could do some of the stuff he did. He was so natural and confident. He seems so lost in public. But, beneath that seemingly befuddled exterior is a confident tactician ready to make a woman scream in ecstasy.”
“Now, you’re just trying to butter me up for a threesome.”
“I was not. But, since you mentioned it…”
She waved me away. “Is that it?”
“No, we spooned and woke up a couple hours ago.”
“No morning sex?”
“Might have happened if it had not been nearly ten by the time he woke me up.”
This conversation basically repeated when I called Faith in the afternoon. And in far less detail at lunch on Monday with the girls. Neither Ian nor Marc were at lunch that day. Maria said, “About time,” the most, I think.
After classes Monday, I changed into Dave and noted the time. When Rob saw me that evening, he said, “So, what was it like?”
“I am always amazed at your restraint when I’m Eve.”
“Eve was not going to tell me how getting fucked felt. You’re a guy. Guys, at least guys who don’t have weird hangups, talk about and wonder what it’s like for the woman. You know. And I want to know as much as I can find out from someone who’s been on both sides of it.”
“I don’t think I can help you,” I said. “This body does not react like Eve’s does to the stimulation we’re talking about.”
“Don’t get all sciency on me.”
“Fine. It hurts at first. But, in a good way. It’s like that feeling if you work out too hard. It hurts good. But, don’t take that at face value. It actually feels nothing like working out, even if it is a good workout.”
“Now you’re speaking in riddles.”
“Woman feel an orgasm all over. I think guys do as well but they fixate on the feeling in the groin. It really isn’t that different. And yet, it is totally different.”
“You sound like a sex therapist. I need to open myself up to feel my own needs throughout my body.”
“Basically.”
“Fine. When you see Shelly, is she going to experience a better you?”
“Yes, Robert, I will have improved as a man by having sex as Eve. You were right.”
“That’s all I wanted to hear.”
In the morning, I tried putting on Eve’s underwear, but I did not transform. I tried again throughout the day. It was just before midnight when I became Eve again. Almost thirty hours had passed.
A month later, the minimum time between changes was only twelve hours. Apparently practice reduced the recharge time. Shelly, Marc, and I became closer. It was a Saturday in March when, as Eve, I went to Shelly’s room and found Marc there.
As I closed the door behind me, Shelly started unbuttoning her blouse. She tilted her head toward the bed and said, “I’m ready.”
* * *
During spring break, Faith’s curiosity about her brother’s/sister’s condition finally peaked. She stepped into Dave’s room and opened the drawer on his bedside table. A short stack of boxer briefs sat on the floor of the drawer. She selected the first one and hurried back into her room. She locked the door and stripped off her clothes. She put one leg and then the other into the far too large briefs. She lifted them up to her waist and held them there a moment before letting go. The waistband became snug against her abdomen with a soft snapping sound.
“Bryan, where’s Martin?” Wendy said as he entered. They twins hugged one another.
“I can’t stay long. We broke up.”
“Really? W–?” Marisol said, also giving her brother-in-law a hug.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry, Bro.”
“There’s nothing you can do about it. We disagreed about something and neither of us were willing to change our positions. It was a mutual understanding that we’d grown apart.”
“You were together for five years.”
“I’ve said all I’m going to say,” he got up and gave his twin sister and her partner a hug. “I’ve got to go. Talk to you soon.”
“Bye.”
“What’s with him lately?” Marisol said.
“I have no idea,” his sister said. “It’s very weird not knowing what he’s thinking. We used to be in perfect sync.”
“Really?”
“Oh, yeah. You didn’t know me before. Bryan and Edward were each other’s shadows. People called us Bry-n-eddy. We would finish each other’s sentences, dress the same. We didn’t start having separate personalities until high school when Bryan figured out he wanted to date men and I didn’t.”
“Did you know about yourself at the time?”
“No, I didn’t figure out I was a woman until I was twenty-four. Bryan laughed when I told him. Said it made sense that he was gay since after I transitioned, I’d be gay too.”
“I suppose that makes sense.”
“That’s Bryan. He felt funny being gay when I wasn’t. Edward was dating a woman named Carly when Bryan came out. We actually went on a couple double dates: Carly and myself and his first long-term partner, Alejandro. Good times.”
“You often say that about Carly. What happened to you two?”
Wendy laughed. “We grew apart. I feel so stupid. What Bryan just said. I said the same thing to Bryan at the time. I didn’t want to talk about it. And he never pressed me about it. It took a year to tell him Carly wanted to explore a threesome and I just wasn’t into it.”
“Really?”
“I haven’t really told you much about Carly, have I?”
“She’s only a name and a face in some old photos. I told you I don’t care about your past lovers, especially the ones from before you transitioned.”
“Carly was important. I was Edward when we met. We’d been dating for a while when she asked me to play dress up with her. She wanted to know what I’d look like in drag. ‘You have such a pretty face,’ she would say.”
“She was right.”
“The first time, it felt weird in a way I hadn’t anticipated. She loved how I looked. I felt really good about myself when we would go out together as women and come home to have sex. She encouraged me to do this because the sex was amazing.
“Everything was fine until she thought it would be fun to try a threesome. She said she knew a guy who wouldn’t mind me being a guy in a dress. I wanted no part of it. I only wanted to share her bed. Eventually, she started complaining I was spending too much time as a woman. When I told her it was the first time I’d felt right about myself in years, she became distant and we broke up not long after that. I heard years later she had a habit of getting her boyfriends to do drag and then a threesome. But for me, it unlocked something.
“When I told Bryan I was now Wendy, he was confused. To this day, I don’t know if he’s really accepted that his brother is his sister. But he never questioned it, never said I was wrong, and I can’t remember him ever using the wrong pronouns on me after I told him I’d be living as Wendy from then on.”
“He helped pay for your surgeries?”
“It’s great having a rich twin. When I told him I wanted to transition but didn’t think I could afford to on a teacher’s salary, he just said, ‘How much do you need?’”
* * *
Marisol was surprised when she saw who was entering her apartment. Martin wasn’t in costume. She rushed to intercept him. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m sorry Marisol. I didn’t know you guys were throwing a Halloween party today. Jane Russel?”
“Got it in one,” she said giving her long, red sequined dress with high slide slit and plunging neckline a twirl.
“I would have came a different day if I’d known about the party. But, I need to speak to Wendy urgently.”
“She’s in the kitchen. Is this about Bryan?”
“Yes. But it isn’t about me. It’s about Wendy.”
“What does that mean?” she said as she followed Martin into the kitchen.
Wendy wore the same dress Marisol did. She looked exactly like Marilyn Monroe from Gentlemen Prefer Blonds.
“Who are you supposed to be, Martin?” Wendy said with soft, lilting voice.
“I didn’t know there was a party. I figured you’d have it next week. I hope I’m not too late.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Have you seen Bryan recently?”
“It’s been about a month. I thought he was broken up over you two breaking up.”
“Don’t remind me. He’s gone nuts.”
“Don’t be like that,” Marisol said.
“Don’t make me kick you out in this dress.”
Martin held his hands up in self-defense. “I don’t know what he told you. But he… fuck. I’m too late.”
Another Wendy walked into the kitchen.
“Bryan?” Marisol said.
“Obviously, I’m Wendy.” He was wearing makeup exactly how Wendy did her makeup. The dress he wore was a copy of one of her favorite dresses. One could believe he either had expensive breasts forms on or he’d had a boob job.
“What are you doing, Bryan?” Wendy said, her face cycling through an array of emotions.
“I’m going to leave,” Martin said. “I’ve met my quota for his insanity.”
“Martin, don’t be like that.”
“Shut up, Bryan. This isn’t funny.”
“It isn’t supposed to be funny.”
Wendy left the room in tears.
“Get the fuck out of here, Bryan,” Marisol yelled.
“What did I do?”
“Get out!”
Martin was waiting for him when he reached the street.
“Don’t tell me you told me so.”
“But I did, Bryan. Take off that wig. You need help.”
“They’re hair extensions. And I need to understand. I don’t understand.”
“And this was going to give you clarity?”
“Explain what I did wrong, Martin. For old times’ sake.”
A car arrived and Martin got in. “Get in. I don’t want you confusing people by standing outside their apartment building.”
“I have to call it in that there are two passengers,” the gig driver said.
“Yes, yes, fine,” Martin said. “Bryan, dressing like your sister is not going to help you understand why she’s no longer – sorry, not no longer – it won’t help you understand why she was never your brother.”
“Right. That’s what they say.”
“They say it because that’s the truth. That’s the reality. Your twin was always your sister. You thinking you can just wear her stuff and claim to be just like her is insulting. I can’t believe you chose a party to be the place you showed her whatever the fuck you think you were showing her.”
“We’re still the same.”
“You were never the same.”
“We were always the same. Identical twins. You know it took me years to admit to her I was gay. She was never gay. Except, now she was always gay because she was always a woman and always a lesbian. I don’t know how to deal with that. Edward was straight.”
“Don’t dead name her.”
“I don’t know how else to talk about this.”
“Are you mad that she, somehow, stole your thunder? You were the gay twin and that was you being different. But then she’s not only gay but trans too?”
“No.”
“I think that’s it. You’re jealous that she became more unique. No one calls you two identical twins any more. This outfit is your way to be identical again.”
“That’s not…” Bryan’s voice was very soft. The driver even leaned back to hear better. “That’s not it at all. Being identical isn’t supposed to hurt her. It’s for me.”
“For you?”
“I don’t make sense without my twin.”
“That’s not how it works. Twins are separate people. Even conjoined twins are separate people. What does it matter if your twin is your sister? All your memories of being together are unchanged.”
“Aren’t they? We were always in sync. You never knew her before. You never knew me in my teens. We were Bry-n-Eddy. Not Bryan and Eddy. Bry-n-Eddy. We were one person. I feel lost without… her.”
“Bryan, I’m not your therapist. I don’t know what to tell you. But teenage you doesn’t exist any more, except in your head and in the memories of those who knew you. You’re thirty-six. You’re childhood is now less than half your life.”
“My therapist said that once.”
“Aging happens. Change happens. It kills me to see you falling apart. But I can’t help you with this. And you pushed me away. When you have your head on straight, maybe we can talk again.”
The car stopped. “We’re here.”
Martin took out his phone and spoke to the driver. “Are you still on duty? I’ll make a drive request so you can take Bryan home.”
“I don’t need charity.”
“Shut the fuck up and accept the ride.”
“Make the request now,” the driver said. “There. I got it. Woah, that’s an expensive neighborhood.”
“I’d tell you not to do anything stupid, Bryan. But that ship has sailed.”
“Thanks for listening, Martin. I love you.”
“You don’t know who the fuck you are. Figure that out before telling someone you love them.” He closed the door and the car pulled away.
“He your friend?” The driver asked Bryan.
“Ex.”
“That’s one understanding ex. What is your problem?”
“I’m a man and my identical twin isn’t a man.”
“I got that part. Why does it matter?”
“If I knew that, I wouldn’t be in your car.”
“Fair enough. Can I ask a personal question?”
Bryan nodded, dabbing away some tears.
“Are those breast implants?”
* * *
“It’s getting worse,” Marisol said.
“You saw Bryan?”
“I had to explain to David that he didn’t see my wife in a club Friday night.”
“What was your boss doing in a club?”
“He’s dating someone half his age. She likes to party all night on Fridays so she drags him to clubs. I get to hear him complain about the hangovers and back pain every Monday.”
“Didn’t he make a New Year’s resolution at our New Year’s party last month to not go drinking all night?”
“Yes.”
“Was Bryan with anyone?”
“David said you were dressed to kill and dancing with some guy.”
“Dressed to kill?”
“He snapped a pic.” Marisol took out her phone and sent Wendy a text that she had already prepared to send.
“That guy looks young.”
“That’s what you’re focused on?”
“I can’t look at Bryan. That dress is worth a fortune and he must have had work done in order to pull off a neckline that reaches his… is that a navel piercing?”
“Yeah. His makeup is even better than it was at Halloween.”
Wendy stared at the pic on her phone for a few moments. She flicked the image away and made a call. “Mom?
“Yes, it’s Wendy. How’s Dad?
“Someone spotted Bryan at a bar. He’s fine.
“No, I didn’t talk to him.
“No, I have no idea why he doesn’t return your calls. Or my calls. I was just calling to tell you you shouldn’t worry about him.
“I know it’s been three months since he moved out of his old apartment and didn’t tell us where he is now.
“Mom, the police told us they found him and they couldn’t force him to talk to us.
“Yes, a friend of mine spotted him out and about on Friday. He’s fine.
“What I meant, Mom, is he’s not ill.
“I…
“You…
“Mom!
“I...
“I…”
Marisol stepped away a few feet and fake yelled, “Wendy? Wendy, come quick!”
“Mom, mom! Marisol’s calling me. I gotta go. Love you.
“Love Dad too. Bye.”
* * *
The bar was named Takeoffs and Landings.
“Is this seat taken?” the man said to a woman sitting at the bar. A simple, wide tumbler a quarter full of amber liquid sat on the bar in front of her.
“Free country.” She turned her head and looked at him as she said it.
“Thanks. I’m Tom.”
“I’m uninterested.”
“Already. Well, thanks. Saves me the trouble of asking if I can buy you a drink.”
She didn’t reply.
“Is there a guy in here you would talk to? Or are you just here for the ambiance?”
She still didn’t reply.
“I doubt you were stood up. You have the look of someone who came here to brood but you didn’t want to do it at home alone.”
“If you buy me a drink, will you shut up?” She asked.
“No, that would just encourage me. You should continue ignoring me. It’s fine. I can take it. Besides, that drink you have looks expensive. Probably saved me a bunch shooting me down right from the start.”
“Pity.” She took a sip.
The bartender arrived and asked Tom what he wanted. Tom didn’t say anything to the woman until his dark ale was delivered. He took a drink.
“You aren’t here to talk. You probably aren’t picking anyone up. Not waiting for someone. I was right when I said it was the ambiance, wasn’t I?”
“That you are ruining.”
“Fine, fine, fine. Just curious. Do you think I’ll have better luck with the brunette sitting at that table on your left with her two blond friends. Or should I go for the woman sitting alone in that booth on your right. The first girl I fear will be too easy and there’s no chance for a long-term relationship. But the other woman looks like she’s overeager for a long-term relationship. I was hoping for someone at neither of those extremes.”
“And started with me.”
“Your ship wasn’t even in the port it seems. I’ve moved on to hopefully someone who will look at me when she’s talking to me. I don’t ask for much.”
Without looking, she said. “The brunette. The woman in the booth will end up stalking you if you try to break up with her.”
“That’s what I thought. Thanks, Wingman. Wish me luck.” He picked up his beer and headed to the table the three women were sitting at.
The woman at the bar knocked back her glass and finished her drink in one shot. When the bartender approached her, she waved her hand over the glass. He took the glass and put it in the wash bin. She sat alone for several minutes before looking over at the table.
Tom was looking right at her and gave her a wink when she looked over.
She got up and left.
* * *
“Hello?” Tom said into the phone. The call was from an unknown number.
“I’m calling you. I don’t know why.”
“Brooding bar lady from two weeks ago? So good of you to call.”
“Are you and the brunette engaged?”
“No, she didn’t even stay the night. Once she’d had her fun she left without even lying about calling me later.”
“You still dodged a bullet with the booth woman.”
“I probably did. But I can expect you to murder me on our third date, right?”
“Depends entirely on how you treat me how and when I murder you.”
“Great, this is a call about a date. Are you buying?”
“Sure. Let’s meet at the Cello Waltz around eight on Friday.”
“Oh, my.”
“You know the place?”
“I’ve never been there. But I am looking forward to it. Who shall I say the reservation is under?”
“Tom.”
* * *
Tom waited nervously in the lobby of the two star restaurant wearing a dark suit, tie and pale pink dress shirt. The door opened and his eyes were drawn to the woman entering. She wore an emerald, long sleeved, satin top with a plunging neckline. Her knee-length skirt was black and pleated from waist to hem. She wore dark opaque tights and medium height heels. She handed a beige trench coat she was carrying to the coat check person. Her clutch had a symbol on it that Tom wasn’t familiar with but he was sure it was a high end fashion logo.
As she approached him, he took her hand and kissed it. “I’m glad I dressed up.”
“I would have hated to have to murder you in the lobby.”
“I have a request.”
“My name?”
“If you would.”
“Call me Rayne.”
By the end of the night she was far less enigmatic to Tom and he was an open book to her. The check arrived and the waiter set it down next to Tom. He visibly froze.
She laughed. “I said I’d pay. Pass it over. No peaking.” She took out a titanium credit card from her clutch and placed it in the folder with the bill without looking at the check. She also used her phone to call a gig driver.
“Do you come here often?”
“No. I’ve only recently started indulging in fine dining. You could have taken me for a burger and I’d have enjoyed the conversation.”
“Date two.”
“There’ll be a date two?”
“I hope so.”
“I have one last thing to tell you before I hold you to that.”
“Okay.”
“I’m a trans woman. Is that problem?”
“It shouldn’t be.”
“I didn’t think it would be for you based on our evening. But I wanted to be explicit about it.”
“Not a problem.”
The waiter returned with the receipt. She signed it and put the stub in her wallet with her card.
“You have my phone number. Call me and arrange our next date.”
“Are you free during the week?”
“Any night as long as you give me a day’s notice.”
“Noted.”
When they reached the lobby, she walked toward the coat check. After she handed her ticket in, Tom placed his hand on her shoulder to suggest that she turn toward him. She did and he kissed her. She kissed back, ending the kiss shortly. “Good night, Tom.”
“Good night, Rayne.” He turned and left.
She put her coat on.
The woman at the coat check said. “Handsome man.”
“He is.”
* * *
Months later, the show they were streaming ended and Tom and Rayne were cuddled together quietly on the sofa in her condo. The television was turned off and they engaged in some soft petting.
“At the risk of ruining the mood,” Tom said.
“Not a good opening,” Rayne said, tensing up instantly.
“We’ve been dating for a while. You’ve met my parents.”
“I told you I would talk about my family when I was ready.”
“I was only hoping for an ETA on that.”
Rayne shifted so she was facing away from him.
He said nothing. His hands slowly trailed along her shoulder and hip. Eventually she relaxed again, leaning against his chest. She turned to look at him and they kissed for a moment. She turned away from him again and took hold of his wrists. She placed his hand on her breasts and said, “What do you think of these tits?”
Without hesitating, he said, “They’re great. Did you pay a lot for them?”
“They cost me my sister.”
He was going to let go but she put her hands over his and trapped his against her breasts.
“Bryan believed he had a twin brother. Late into their teens they were still dressing the same, finishing one another’s sentences, had all the same interests, and were referred to by most people with a portmanteau of their names. I won’t say it because it’s not my place to dead name Wendy.
“It took me months to confess to my sibling that I was gay. I knew they weren’t and I felt like I was letting them down.
“They laughed. ‘You know we’re different, Bryan,’ they said. I argued with them. But I had to accept it was true. We weren’t going to study the same things at university. We didn’t even attend the same university.
“I met a few lucky people during that time and that’s how I can afford a large condo that looks out over Central Park. My sibling didn’t study business. Wanted to be a teacher. No big deal.
“When we were twenty-four, she started presenting as a woman and figured out she was trans. I reacted poorly. Not to her face, mind you. To her, to family, I was the devoted brother. I paid for her transition. The same surgeon who gave me the breasts you continue to fondle made hers too.”
“Should I stop?”
“Of course not. Just try not to breath in my ear. It’s too soon for distractions if want the whole story.”
“Got it.”
“I could never understand how we could have been so identical and then so unique. I thought there was something wrong with me. The stupid part of that was not telling anyone for the next twelve years. Last summer something snapped. I told my fiance, Martin – I’ve mentioned Martin before, right?”
“Yes. He sounded like a wonderful guy from what you said.”
“He’s amazing. And I pushed him away, again, with the breasts in your hands. He had no use for a partner with tits. And he didn’t understand what I was doing.
“Which is fair because I didn’t understand either. At the time, I started taking female hormones and got breast implants and would only dress in dresses. It was so unfair to him.
“When he left me I melted down even more. I believed I needed to show Wendy I was able to be a woman too.”
“Able to be?”
“Yes, God, that was my mindset at the time. I was just a fucking idiot. I was totally fucked up. I went to Wendy’s home during a Halloween party. My costume, I said, was that I was dressed as Wendy. I even wore an outfit I had seen her wear on multiple occasions. This was before I had my hair dyed this red-violet color. We were both blond. I looked exactly like her. Marisol kicked me out.”
“Wendy’s wife.”
“Yes. That was my rock bottom. It sounds like I was an addict and perhaps I was. I was trying to be just like my twin. I had lost all sense of self. For weeks, I didn’t leave the condo.”
“What about work?”
“A few months earlier, over the course of spending time pretending to be a woman, I lost my place at work. It was high pressure, high finance Wall Street job. Lots of big dick energy. At first, all my friends and workmates were supportive of my wanting to transition. But they weren’t. They were frat boys in business suits. Some of them would fondle my ass in front of other people and I didn’t think anything of it. Eventually I was no different to them than the personal assistants they were cheating on their wives with and telling they would leave their wives to be with them some day. It’s amazing how easy it is to get someone to believe they aren’t just a good fuck when you’re their boss.”
“That’s awful.”
“I had them buy me out and retired early. I already have more money than I can spend. Before I went a little nuts, sadly, I had office assistants I would bang and lie to: Lyle, Oscar,... crap. I remember the last one’s wonderful cock but not his name.” She was quiet for a moment. Tom couldn’t tell if she was kicking herself for being an ass or if she was still trying to remember the man’s name. “In any case, when it happened to me, I thought I deserved the karmic retribution for being a scumbag myself.”
She paused in her storytelling as Tom’s fingers rubbed her nipples. She purred in appreciation before moving his hands into a more cupping position on her tits.
“Not so intense. Where was I? Oh, yeah. One day as I wallowed in the condo I ran out of booze and I couldn’t get any delivered. I was going to take a quick trip to a corner store when I passed my wardrobe and realized I missed getting guzzied up. I showered. I have no idea how long it had been since I’d showered. I got dressed, put on the warpaint, and went out to a club. I hadn’t felt alive in over a month at the time. I felt free. And I felt… I felt feminine.
“Guys were hitting on me and I didn’t want to play it safe. I wanted to get fucked. All I had to do was find a guy who wasn’t straight as an arrow. Turned out that wasn’t too difficult. For the next couple weeks I’d go home with a different guy. Each time they called me beautiful it felt right.
“I was a woman. I am a woman.”
“So it worked.”
“What worked?”
“Turn around.” She turned to face him as he continued, “You started out with the desire for you and Wendy to be identical twins again. Along the way, you discovered you are both trans woman twins.”
“I… That wasn’t…”
“You got implants. You took hormones. What did you think you were doing?”
“Pretending. It was just cosplay. Very expensive cosplay.”
“Was it? You could have stopped and gone back to being Bryan in several obvious places in the story you’ve told. You let a bunch of frat guys treat you like a piece of ass. All that was just pretending?”
“No,” she whispered. “I liked it. I wanted it. I’ve always been the inner spoon in a relationship.”
“Martin told you to find yourself and you did. You’ve always known. You just didn’t believe yourself.”
“Not always. I could never have put this feeling into words as late as a year ago. But you’re right I should have known. I pushed that feeling away and replaced it with nostalgia of being twin brothers.
”God, Tom. I wasted so many years…”
“No, no, no. Those years were necessary to get you to this place. And I have to admit I benefit from being here for you at the right time. One thing? How did you end up all morose in a bar when I met you?”
“After a month of hedonism, I saw Wendy while I was out. She didn’t see me. I hid from her even though I wanted to just run up and hug her. I was painfully reminded that the goal had never been to get fucked. I spiraled into a funk but I refused to just stay home. I hopped between a dozen bars before I found Takeoffs and Landings. I had been going there for over a week when this guy had the audacity to ask me to help him choose what woman in the bar he should hit on.”
“And yet you called him.”
“Clarise, the bartender, saw me looking around for you. She waited a week before she said to me, ‘Are you looking for Tom? He left you this.’”
“’If you need to talk, I can be your Wingman,’” Tom said. “I was so glad you called.”
“You just wanted a challenge.”
“Perhaps at first. You needed stability.”
“And someone who wouldn’t put up with my nonsense.”
“I have to exercise my part of that bargain again. I’m glad you felt you could tell me your story,” Tom said. “But, you need to tell it again to someone else.”
She cried. He held her. “Wendy,” she said wiping tears from her eyes. “If I invite her and Marisol to dinner on Friday will you attend?”
“I am your Wingman.”
“Don't forget. Friday is my girls night out.”
“So soon?” Michael said. “No, wait. I guess it's been over a month. What do you gals do on these girls nights out?”
“Nothing really,” Barbara said. “Jennifer, Latitia, and I just go to a bar and have a few cocktails. Talk about our husbands. The normal girls night stuff. If you are curious, you can always come with.”
Michael's eyes turned to look at the small curio cabinet in the corner. Inside hidden among mundane reminders of their wedding, their tenth and twentieth wedding anniversaries, the birth and high school graduation of Heather, their daughter, and other such life events were the accouterments of Barbara's witchcraft.
“We've talked about this, Mrs. Fleming,” Michael said, using her maiden name, the name she used when she was being a witch.
“I promised you I wouldn't do anything to you without your permission. I never said I would never do anything to you again,” Barbara said, a mischievous gleam in her eye.
“Yes, but you wield that promise like a drunken genie granting wishes to its loose-lipped master.”
“Only sometimes,” she laughed. “C'mon, it could be fun. You could be my younger cousin Monica from Fresno. In town for the weekend and tagging along with old Barbara for laughs.”
“How much younger?”
“Oh, I think you'd look great in your early 20s, blond like me, slightly shorter.”
“Slightly shorter.”
“Yeah,” she holds her out hand palm down just above her eyes. “Being young, you wear higher heels to make up for the height.”
“Ah, this is just your way of getting me into high heels again.”
“And a dress. Of course, silly,” she said. “It's not like you haven't been a woman before.”
“I suppose there would be shopping too.”
“No, you hate that. Monica would have packed a bag of clothes before she came here.”
“How long are you expecting me to be to be a woman this time?”
She got up and opened the curio cabinet. She pulled out a small box. “Here, put your wedding ring in the box.”
“That wasn't an answer,” he said as he did as he was asked.
“Well, I'm thinking you can't show up to the bar wearing Michael's wedding ring. The girls would rightfully find that weird. So, why not tie the magic to the ring? After I enchant it, when Monica is to arrive on Friday, you'll take off the ring. Have a few drinks. Then, when you put it back on, back to normal.”
“I haven't said yes.”
“You will.”
She was right. “Fine. But, no big boobs. The last time you did this my boobs were enormous. I had a sore back for days... as a man.”
“They weren't that big.”
“They were enormous and too sensitive.”
“That's boobs for you. And you like staring at big boobs.”
“In sympathy these days.”
“Okay, medium-sized boobs. Any other requests?”
“And give you a chance to twist some other poorly worded request?”
“You're learning.”
* * *
The next day, Michael was thinking about the conversation with his wife and looked at the ring on his finger. “She didn't,” he thought. He removed the ring. Light appeared in the circle of the ring and flowed up his arm and across his body. He blinked a few times and when the spots stopped flashing in his eyes he looked at his hand.
Except, it was not his hand, it was a smaller hand, smoother, one might say dainty, with long manicured nails painted a hot pink. He looked down into the cleavage of a green, v-neck dress, a lacy green bra was visible from his vantage point. He took a step toward the bathroom to look in the mirror and realized he was wearing high heels, green patent leather pumps, he discovered when he looked down. Reflected back at him in the mirror was a young twenty-something woman who looked a lot like his wife. Her hair was long and wavy, honey blond in color. Her face was made up like a fashion model, her eyes sporting several shades of greens and gray, her lips lined in ruby red with a slightly lighter red shade of lip gloss.
“Barbara!” She called out in a light contralto, an almost musical voice. She stepped out the bathroom and through the bedroom to the hallway where she met Barbara coming up the stairs.
“Monica, you're early.”
“It isn't Friday.”
“You came out perfect,” her wife said. “You took the ring off too soon.”
“What do you mean too soon?”
“I told you. When you take the ring off, you'll become Monica Bartlett until you put it back on.”
“You said that would only happen Friday.”
“Welllll...”
Monica rolled her eyes, “Here it comes.”
“Technically, I didn't say the enchantment would only work on Friday. I said you would become Monica on Friday.”
Monica laughed.
Barbara was trying to look cute and innocent.
Monica continued to laugh.
“What?”
“How long have you been cooking this one up?”
“I have no idea what you mean.”
“It was the incident with Sharrelle at the Christmas party last year.”
“There was no incident with Sharrelle at the Christmas party.”
“Yes, now you know that. But, for a few days you were casting truth spells on me constantly because you thought I was somehow lying to you.”
“I apologized for that.”
Monica waved her arms up and down her body, “Insincerely, I think.”
“Now, hold on. This has nothing to do with the Sharrelle thing.”
“No? No? Then explain to my why you've made it so I can't BE Michael Flemming except when I'm wearing our wedding band?”
Barbara stood there unable to answer for a moment.
“Exactly.” Monica held up her wedding band and put it on. After another light show, Michael stood in the hallway glaring at his wife. “Trust goes along with Love and Honor.” He walked past her and went downstairs. The front door only slightly slammed as it closed.
* * *
That night, Michael returned to the house. The dining room was lit by dozens of candles. He could smell the oregano of his favorite meatball dish. Barbara stepped out of the kitchen wearing a black apron with white lacy trim, black stockings and heels, and not much else.
“I...”
“Yes, you're sorry,” Michael said. “I know. I shouldn't have left angry. I'm sorry too.”
“You're not going to have me serve you dinner?”
“Oh, no, you are definitely still atoning for what you've done. I just wanted to get this awkward part out of the way.” He stepped over the one chair set at the table. “Are you not dining with me?”
“I shall if that is your wish, Master,” she turned to side of the room to move a chair.
“No, no, dear,” he said sitting down. He patted his leg. “You can sit here.”
“Yes, Master.”
* * *
At work Friday, Michael received a text. “Change in plans. Meeting at The Gold Fisher at 5pm because Jennifer has to leave early.”
He texted back. “The Fisher is a club, not a bar. And I can't get home and to the Fisher by 5pm.”
“Latitia thought a change of pace would be fun. And you can just go there straight from work.”
He had thought about that but he didn’t relish the idea of walking into the bar, now night club, by himself. But, he had made this bed.
He left work a little early and sat in his car in the parking garage. The club had valet parking so he had to change here. He pulled off his ring and stowed it in the glove box as the light show played over her body. She slipped off her heels so her feet felt familiar on the car's pedals. Being shorter, she did have to adjust the seat so she could reach the pedals and see over the steering wheel.
At the club she got out of the car and handed the key fob to the valet who handed her a ticket. She had no purse so she put the ticket in her cleavage. She found a small pouch there which contained a thin wallet, driver’s license, and a credit card. Both of the latter items were in Monica's name. At the door she was waved in without being carded.
She was kind of use to having cleavage and hips that wanted to sway but this was the first time she had been de-aged. The soreness in Michael's left knee was missing. Even with heels, she felt light on her feet. She was about to reach for a door handle when a man's cologne reached her nose. A hand reached the handle before she could. “I got that for you, young lady.” A man of about Michael's actual age said. He had dark hair with a bit of gray on the sides. His eyes were the lightest blue and his smile dominated his face.
“Um, thanks,” she said.
“You look like you're new to going out to clubs. A word of advice, don't let a man buy you more than one drink. Even then, some of the youngsters think a drink is a signed contract. Good luck in there.” He nodded to her and slipped away.
Monica tried not to laugh. She knew the type. A moment later, she spotted Barbara waving from across the room and calling out something she could not hear. Barbara hugged her cousin once she made it across the room, “Great! You made it. Monica, this is my friend Latitia and her cousin Keisha.” Monica shook hands with them.
“Your friend bought a younger cousin as well?”
“I know,” Latitia said. “When Barb said you were coming I thought why not invite Keisha so you wouldn’t have to hang out with us older women.”
“She had to twist my arm. I assure you,” Keisha said.
Barbara and Latitia were already dishing about their husbands when Jennifer arrived. “Sorry I’m late. I went to pick up Laura but she had to work late.”
“Who’s Laura?” Monica asked.
“Oh, my niece heard about our girls night out and wanted to tag along.”
“Just like us, Keisha.”
“Yes, just like us,” Keisha said. “Say, Monica, let’s go hit the dance floor. Let the old folk catch up.”
“Old folk?” Latitia said.
She was getting up from the booth and pulling Monica behind her, “At least you still have your hearing.” They made their way to the dance floor where the music was loud and the bass vibrated the dancers’ teeth. “Is that you, Michael?”
“Kevin?”
“Damned witches,” they both said.
“You want to say how she tricked you?”
“No. You?”
“No.”
They laughed.
“You aren’t that bad a dancer.”
“Probably part of the spell. I have two left feet,” Monica said. “Definitely the spell, I don’t feel self-conscious at all about shaking my thing.”
“It does shake rather nicely.”
“You want to go somewhere private?”
“God, no,” Keisha laughed. “Did you mean that?”
“I don’t know. But, I’d love to see their faces if we did leave together.”
A couple songs later, Latitia bopped up to them. “Monica,” she half shouted. “Barbara had to leave. She wanted me to tell you. I have to leave as well,” she said to Keisha. “You two stay and have a good time.”
“Okay, see you later,” Keisha said.
“I wonder if this was the plan.”
“Get us dancing in a club and ditch us?”
“Yeah.”
“Could be. You want to leave?”
“I’m actually having fun. And I’ve only been brushed up against. No one’s outright groped me yet.”
They stayed on the floor for another few songs. They occasionally spotted Jennifer dancing not far away. Back at the table, the two singles-for-the-night ordered drinks and Monica noticed two men intercept the waitress and pay her for their drinks.
“Men incoming, twelve o’clock.”
“You take being a wingman seriously.”
“Hello, ladies,” a tall dark skinned man said as he stood at the edge of their table.
A light skinned man, just as tall, said, “Do you mind if we join you? I’m Mark and this is Samuel.”
“Please do,” Keisha said, sliding inward of the round booth and closer to Monica to give Samuel room to sit next to her. “I’m Keisha.”
“I’m Monica. Did I see you two paying for our drinks just now?”
“Sharp eyed and beautiful,” Mark said slipping into the booth next to Monica. “I hope you don’t mind. No strings attached.”
“What if we like strings?” Keisha said.
“I guess we could attach some strings,” Samuel said.
They all laughed.
“Are you new in town? Haven’t seen you here before?”
“Do you spend a lot of time in this club?”
“My uncle owns it,” Mark said.
They exchanged pleasantries for a few moments before Monica suggested she and Keisha go to the bathroom. Once there, she said, “Those two are definitely our wives.”
“For sure,” Keisha said, fixing her makeup. “I don’t know about you. It’s been awhile since I got fucked looking like this and I intend on getting lucky tonight.”
“I agree. I wonder how far they were expecting to take this.”
“All the way, I hope.”
“You figured it out?” Said a voice in a stall. Out from the stall stepped Jennifer, laughing. “They thought they would fool you.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. I went to the table when you got up. They said you two were all nervous and unsure what to do so they were going to make sure not to hard sell you.”
“Oh, that means we should throw ourselves at them.”
“Definitely,” Monica said. “So, what happened to Larry, I mean, Laura?”
“Oh, he saw through the stupid plan last week. I told him I wouldn’t do that to him. Instead, I’m wearing him.” She did a quick three-sixty. “How does he look?” Jennifer’s blue dress with a long side-slit twirled around her.
“Very nice.”
“He’s into that?”
She whispered. “Don’t tell anyone. But, me wearing him was his idea. He loves being danced in. And he wanted to see how you guys reacted. Gotta go. The dance floor calls me.”
The young women returned to the booth and the men stood to allow them to slide in. “We pass muster?” Samuel said.
“Do you need to ask that?” Keisha said, stroking Samuel’s thigh.
Monica had her arm around Mark. “So, tell us what you do for a living? I’m betting it involves having pretty women hanging off your arms like this.”
“Um, well,” Mark said.
“Construction,” Samuel said. “We build buildings. We’re between jobs and when that happens, we like to go clubbing.”
“Your arms are so strong, Mark,” Monica said. “I bet you could easily lift both of us up.”
“That would be awkward.”
“One handed,” Samuel said.
“It’s so loud here,” Keisha said. “Do you know a place we could go that’s cozier?”
* * *
They arrived at a two bedroom hotel suite the men were renting. They said they were only in town for a convention. Samuel and Keisha disappeared into one of the bedrooms as soon as they arrived.
“Do you want to go in there?” Mark said, pointing to the other bedroom door.
“That’s why I’m here, Barbara.”
“You knew.”
“Since the club bathroom. You can ask Jennifer to confirm it.”
“Drat.”
Monica took Mark’s hand and pulled him toward the door. “I’m horny as fuck. You better be able to get me off before you blow your load, Mr. Fleming.”