by Jennifer White
When I graduated from college, I got a job right away. But entry level jobs don't pay enough to make it in the big city, so I was forced to share an apartment with a roommate. I was fortunate however, that Ian turned out to be a lot like me, and we hit it off instantly as friends. Other than working at different jobs, we did just about everything together. We liked the same music, the same restaurants, and the same movies. I couldn't have asked for a better person to share a place with. We were best friends.
The only thing we didn't share together was my girlfriend. I met Stacie at work, and we started talking. Then it became hanging out at lunch. Then we started to go out to lunch, sometimes just by ourselves. Before I knew it, we were dating. I started spending more and more time with Stacie, so naturally I was spending less and less time with my new best friend, Ian.
He seemed jealous sometimes when I talked to Stacy on the phone all night, or when she came over to watch a movie with me. I'd always give in and watch whatever romantic "chick flick" she wanted to see, instead of the action movies that Ian and I preferred. But that is what you do when you're in love; you make sacrifices to keep your partner happy. I didn't mind; I was falling in love with her, and we were so happy together.
So imagine how I felt one day when I came home from the Laundromat, only to find Stacie on the couch, making out with Ian! I was so upset that I felt like punching Ian in the nose. And I felt betrayed by Stacy. I stormed to my room, locked the door, and turned up my stereo loud enough to drown out their knocks on my door, and their attempts to apologize. There was no way that they could make up for this! I never wanted to see either of them again, as long as I lived.
As I tried to sleep that night, my mind was racing. Anger seethed inside of me. Ian had to go. And Stacy too. I didn't want to be with someone who I couldn't trust anymore. I don't know how much sleep I had that night, but it wasn't a lot. I got up at 3:00 to get a stiff drink, so I could relax a little. Finally, hours later, I did get fall off, into a troubled sleep....
* * *
I woke up, and I felt awful. I was a little hung over, tired, and still upset. My stomach was in knots. I needed some medicine. I opened up the cabinet where we kept the pharmaceuticals. The aspirin bottle looked strange to me. It wasn't the brand I usually bought. I shrugged. Ian must have bought it. I needed something to stop my headache. So I popped a couple of pills.
I laid on the couch, flipping through the channels, but nothing good was on. I gave up, leaving on The Shopping Channel, which had these hot models wearing their cute clothes. It made me feel better to see all of those girls for some reason, so I just went with it. I just laid there for hours, in a daze. I dozed off a little, and when I woke up, I finally felt hungry.
I looked through the fridge, but the leftover pizza didn't sound good, nor did the bacon and eggs. I looked through the cupboards, but nothing there sounded appetizing either. I realized what I was hungry for, but it seemed strange: I wanted a salad. We didn't have anything to make one from, so I put on my shoes, went downstairs, and got one from the deli across the street. I took it back to my apartment, and ate it there, as I watched The Shopping Channel some more.
I laid back down on the couch, after taking a couple more aspirin. I felt so strange. I felt uncomfortable, like my insides were all in a jumble. I flipped the channel over to a soap opera, and watched that to take my mind off of things. My chest itched, and I caught myself itching it several times. I hadn't showered all day, and the itching was starting to drive me crazy. So I decided a shower might be the thing I needed.
I got up, ran the hot water, and got in. I washed off my nipples, which were driving me crazy. I must have been itching them too much; they were red, and had swollen up. The strange thing was that as I washed up, it seemed like a lot of hair was coming off of my body. The soap smelled strange to me too. When did we get floral soap? Was it causing the hair to come off of my chest? I didn't know, but as I kept rubbing and washing, and I lose more and more hair, I started itching much less. Only my red swollen nipples continued to bother me.
After drying off, I went to put on my boxers, but something was wrong with them. They felt loose around my waist (which was cool), but they were kind of tight in my hips. I had just done my wash. I hadn't noticed anything strange when I folded it up and put it away. Why did it fit like this now?
I pulled on my jeans, and I had the same problem. Loose in the waist, tight in the hips. I tightened my belt as far as I could, and ignored it. I didn't feel good enough to worry about that right now. I put on my shirt, and went back to the couch to lay down. I felt tired. I flipped back to The Shopping Channel, and watched the women on the show selling purses and jewelry.
My nipples were hurting me though, and they were driving me crazy. Every time I moved, my shirt rubbed against them, and it hurt. They were so sensitive to the touch. I took another couple of aspirin, but that didn't help at all. I ate the rest of my salad, then sat back down again. I flipped through the newspaper, reading the entertainment section. I saw a flyer for a sale at the local department store, which I read over with interest.
There was a picture of a beautiful model, wearing just a bra and panties. As I looked at her, an idea suddenly came to me. It seemed silly, and I brushed it off at first. But then it popped back in my head again. It just made so much sense to me. It was weird, but this thought of mine was to go and put on a bra, myself. Yes, it was a weird thing for a guy, but if my nipples were so sensitive, I reasoned that if I had on a bra, as I moved, my shirt wouldn't rub against them and irritate them further. The more I thought about it, the more sense it made.
As luck would have it, Stacie left a few changes of clothes in my room. I went to her drawer, and pulled out one of her bras. It was pink, with some padding in the cups, which made them look nice and smooth. I took off my shirt, and stared in the mirror. All the hair on my chest was gone, and my nipples were very much enlarged, as well as the area around them. It almost looked as if I had little boobs, which freaked me out.
I fumbled to put on the bra, to hide the swelling on my chest, so I wouldn't have to look at it. Much to my relief, when I put my shirt back on, the padded bra did in fact give me a lot of relief. I still itched in my chest, but at least it wasn't getting inflamed, and I felt a lot better. I pulled my pants up, and scowled. Why were the fitting so poorly on me? My boxers were falling off me too, and getting all out of place. I decided to change into sweat pants to be more comfortable.
I took off my pants, and decided to try on another pair of boxers. Unfortunately, they fit on just as poorly as the first pair. Then I caught sight of a pair of pink panties laying there in the open drawer. They were narrow in the waist, and wider in the hips. I found myself picking them up, and pulling them on. They fit me like a glove. They felt so comfortable! I quickly pulled on my sweat pants to hide them. I didn't want to think that I was wearing panties (and a bra!) under my clothes. It was just for now. Just until I felt normal.
I felt a lot better now as I sat on the couch. I turned on one of Stacie's movies that she had left behind. It was very interesting. I decided that I had been spending so much time with her that I was starting to like her movies as much as my own. I had to wipe some tears out of my eyes as the movie ended. It was so sweet, I felt happy inside. But why would that make me cry? I decided that it must be because I just lost Stacy, and my best friend, all at once.
I had a pounding headache, so I took some more aspirin. I had a pain in my nose even, like it was being squeezed. I went to the bathroom, and looked in the mirror. My face looked strange. Something seemed wrong, but I couldn't place it. But there was something else that really shocked me: it was my chest.
At first when I had put on the bra, you really couldn't tell I was wearing it, since it was hidden under my shirt. But now, things had changed. The swelling in my chest had become so large that I had two distinct mounds under my shirt, pushing it out away from me. The button at the top looked like it was straining to stay in place, as if it was going to pop off. I unbuttoned my shirt, and I gasped as I saw *them*. Breasts. On my chest!
They filled out my bra completely, and even with it on, you could clearly see their tops. I reached down and cupped my hands over them. They were so large, so full! My mouth was hanging open as I felt the shock go through me. I had *breasts*!
Looking down, I really noticed now how narrow my waist looked, but how wide my hips were. I turned to the side, then looked back over my head at my rear. I had that rounded shape of a woman. Me! How was this possible? It looked as if my body was becoming female! In a panic, I reached down to feel between my legs. Much to my relief, nothing had changed there, as far as I could tell. I still had my equipment. But the rest of me had changed so much that I hardly recognized myself. Other than some resemblance to myself in the face (and what I had between my legs), I looked like I was a *woman*.
I took off all of my shirt, and then my bra. As I removed it, my firm breasts didn't sag at all, they were *so* firm. My nipples had become so large, and they were surrounded by a darker ring of color. I traced my hands around the rings, feeling the bumps there. I cupped my hands around my breasts, and gasped. They were so beautiful, and so perfect. But they were on *me*!
I took off my sweat pants, and my panties. After seeing such perfect breasts, my penis was fully erect. It showed no signs of being effected. Yet. But something looked very wrong on me. With my womanly shape, and my chest, I just looked foolish with such hairy legs. I felt an overwhelming urge to get into the shower, and shave off my legs.
No! I didn't want to do that! Why would I feel that I had to? That was just plain wrong. But I had this feeling of disgust inside, seeing all of that hair. I was conflicted, but I felt almost dirty. I sighed and climbed into the shower. After I got back to normal, the hair would grow back. It was bothering me so much right now, I decided just to clean them up. For now.
I put soap all over my legs, and shaved them. While I was at it, I shaved under my arms too. I was kind of on automatic pilot. I don't know why I did it, but I felt much better afterwards. I got out, dried off, and put on a robe. I got out the blowdryer, and worked on my hair. It seemed longer to me than normal. How long had it been since my last haircut? I wasn't sure, but it didn't seem like I had shoulder length hair. Why was I feeling so confused? Why was I humming as I styled my hair?
I put on my bra and panties, then went to my room. I looked in my closet, in the section where Stacie kept a few of her clothes. I selected a tan skirt, which fit like a glove. I put a black tank top on over my bra, and it also fit perfectly. I began to wonder for some reason, how I'd look if I had some makeup on too. I found myself going to Stacie' stash, and working on my face.
I put brown colors on my eyelids, followed by eyeliner and mascara. I put on a bright red lip gloss, and then I suddenly wanted to do my nails to match. Twenty minutes later, the second coat had dried, and I felt a lot better. I looked in the mirror, but I wasn't happy with my hair. I went back to the bathroom to play with it, and get it just right. I had this feeling: I wanted to look my best when Ian came back home.
Ian! As I thought of him, my heart raced. The place was a mess! I had been such a slob all day. I quickly started to clean things up, but I also realized that he'd be hungry when he came home. I started dinner cooking, then returned to the cleaning. I made his bed, picked up his room, and threw his clothes in the hamper. Then I cleaned up the livingroom, and vacuumed.
Dinner was just about done, so I set the table. I wanted everything to be nice for him. I wanted for him to be pleased with me. I went to recheck my hair and my makeup. Everything was perfect. I tidied up a little bit more, waiting for him to return.
About ten minutes later, I heard the key in the door. I felt my heart race. I looked at Ian, and I just melted as I looked into his blue eyes.
"Hello, Jody" he said.
Jody? That was a girl's name... but it seemed perfect for me.
"Hello Ian" I replied. "I made your favorite drink for you."
I handed him his whisky sour.
"Thanks, Jody" he said, as he took it from me. I looked at him, and I felt so proud that he was *my* man. I felt a tingle down between my legs. I was getting hard. He turned me on so much. My desires for him were so overwhelming! All I could think about was how I could get him to want me in the same way that I wanted him.
We ate dinner together, and I asked him all about his day. I listened with interest. He seemed so fascinating! I gave him another drink, then I cleaned the dishes and put the leftovers away. Now we moved to the couch, and I sat very close to him. I was getting all hard from being so close.
When he turned to me, and put his arms around me, I just melted into him. I put my arms around his neck, and leaned in so we could kiss. I let him explore my mouth with his tongue. I felt so much in love, so much like he was in control of my body and my emotions. Oh, how I wanted him! I reached down, and felt how hard *he* was.
I smiled as I undid his zipper. He reached down and pulled his penis out through his open fly. I licked my lips, as I felt myself drool from the sight of it. I *had* to show him how much I loved him. I leaned down, and put my mouth around his erection. I licked the head with my tongue, tasting the little bit of pre-come that leaked out. I let in more and more of him, until I my mouth was full, and he was touching the back of my throat. I started rocking my head up and down rhythmically, using my tongue as well, trying to make it as pleasurable for him as possible. I didn't know what drove me to do it; it just happened without thinking. And once I had started, I couldn't stop.
"Oh baby, you're so good" he moaned, as I went at it harder and harder. I kept it up, going like crazy, until I felt him begin to throb, and then a warm splash filled my mouth. I swallowed it all, a licked every little last bit of his come off of him, before finally letting him out of my mouth. I licked my lips. I felt so good, so satisfied. But there was something more I wanted.
I got down on my knees, and I removed his pants. I pulled off his boxers too. Then I stood up, and pulled down my panties. Ian got on his knees in front of me, and he put his mouth around *my* penis. I was so hard. I wanted him so much. I let him go at me for a minute, until I knew I was good at wet. And then I told him to stand up, against the wall.
He did as I asked, and spread his legs apart for me. I smiled as I came up from behind him, and guided myself into him. It felt so good as I slid my erection inside him. He was nice and tight, and he only let out a few moans of pain.
"You're so big, Jody" he told me.
"Its because you turn me on so much" I replied, as I started to thrust forward, harder and harder. I started really banging him, and it wasn't long before I too exploded in a huge orgasm, deep inside of him.
"Wow" I said. "You are such a good lay."
Ian sat on my lap, and reached under my tank top, to touch my breasts. I removed my top and my bra, to let him have full access. He massaged my nipples, then started to suckle on the left one. Wow! It was electric, and I felt myself getting hard again already.
"I wish I was a woman, so I could be exactly what you want" I said, as he continued to make me feel so good with his mouth on my nipple.
"You *are* exactly what I want" he said, as he came up a moment for air. I don't want a real woman; I want a woman with a dick. Like you, Jody.
That made me feel *so* good. I was what he wanted? Then I was just right! If this made him happy, it made *me* happy. We kissed and hugged all night, and I fell asleep in his bed, safe in his arms. I was his girl now, and that made me feel so good. I was overwhelmed by the feeling of love for Ian. I felt so happy.
* * *
The next morning, I got up early, and made breakfast for Ian. We showered together, and we went down on each other. It was marvelous!
"Today, we'll buy you a whole new wardrobe" he said.
"I can't wait!" I replied, envisioning all of the pretty dresses and skirts I needed. I was going to wear such sexy things for him! I was making up a list, when there was a knock at the door. I put down my pen, and hurried over. Ian shouldn't have to be bothered with such things. That was *my* job. I opened the door, and saw Stacie there.
"Hello, Stacie" I said.
"My, my. You turned out well" she replied.
"Thank you!" I said, feeling proud of my looks. I showed her over to Ian, and asked if I could get them both a drink. I hurried to the kitchen, and put on an apron, before making his whisky sour, and her margarita. I serve them the drinks, and waited by the side, for their orders.
"You didn't believe me at first that I could do it" said Stacy.
"But I'm so glad that it worked out this way" replied Ian.
"Did you two make love yet?"
"Twice" he replied. "She is amazing."
"I told you that she'd be obsessed with you."
"Explain it to me again how you did it?"
"Ah, I told you that it would remain a secret. All you need to know is that the process is quite painless, and it is irreversible. I hope you like her. She is yours now, and forever."
"Thank you so much Stacie. I'll send the payment."
"Every month. For ten years, as we agreed."
"And if you ever miss a payment, then don't be surprised if *you* end up like her one day, transformed in to *my* slave."
"No worries, love. I'll pay up, every month."
"Good. See to it that you do."
I stood there listening, but I didn't know what they were talking about. It was all gibberish to me. I just stared at Stacie's pretty shoes, longing for a pair like them for myself. I also liked her pencil skirt. I'd look good in one of those too. Maybe I should get my ears pierced like hers too? She was so pretty.
I looked over at Ian, and I couldn't help but to smile. My man. My lover. I couldn't wait to please him again. I'd ask him what he would like for me to wear, so I could clothes that pleased *him*. I could wear things for myself during the day while he was at work. But when he was home, I would devote everything to him.
I cleaned up the drinks, and showed Stacie to the door.
"It was nice to see you, Jody" she said.
"Likewise" I replied. "I love your shoes. Where did you get them?"
We chatted about clothes and shoes for twenty minutes, until at last she said good-bye, and left. I turned to Ian, and gave him a huge kiss.
"I love you so much" I said.
"The same for me" he replied.
We never did get out to buy clothes for me that day; we spent all day together, making love, giving each other massages, and growing our mutual bonds of togetherness. I was all his now, and I would do anything for him. He was all that mattered. I wanted to much to make him come, again and again. All night long. I showed him my boobs, and let him touch them, so he'd get hard again. As I felt his erection begin, I smiled. Soon, he'd be inside of me. I licked my lips. I couldn't wait to do it yet again.
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