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"Popular"
a Timber Grove Story
by TGTrinity
cover by bela04
Chapter One: The Wish (6/10/16)
Chapter Two: One Week (6/24/16)
Chapter Three: The Date (7/21/16)
///// Chapter One
///// "The Wish"
Devon slammed the door behind him and crashed onto his bed. Tears were
streaming down his face as he grabbed a pillow and sobbed like a baby.
This over emotional showing on his part made him feel even worse, and
soon he was finding it hard to breath.
His ears perked up when he heard a knocking at the door, and he tried to
gather himself enough to respond without sounding like he was crying.
"Yes," he said as manly as he could muster.
"You okay in there, chief?"
It was Devon's father, and he obviously knew that something was wrong.
It was just the two of them living in the house since Devon's mother had
passed away, and their bond had only strengthed as they helped each
other with the shared grief. They would sit on the porch overlooking the
pacific ocean and have long talks about life, while sharing fun stories
about his mother. They had become friends, and that meant there was
little he could do to hide his emotions.
"I'm fine," Devon called out, doing his best to stifle the crying.
"Can I come in?" He saw no reason in hiding something that his father
was plainly aware of, so he did his best to dry his eyes before walking
over to the door and opening it. "I knew it," his dad said as he rested
his hands on his son's shoulders, "a bad day at school?"
"Yeah," Devon said as he wiped his nose before walking over and sitting
on his bed. "The guys were picking on me again," he said as he opened
his backpack and pulled out some papers that had been torn up.
"What about?" His father asked as he sat down and began to look through
the pictures. He already had a good idea what his son was being picked
on about, and the papers verified it. His son was a very gifted artist,
and he became a big fan of Anime when he was a kid watching Pokemon.
This led to him reading and watching anything Anime that he could get
his hands on through his teenage years. During this time he was also
growing into his own sexually, so naturally the two came together in the
form of Devon drawing anime girls in his spare time. "They went through
your sketch book again?"
"Yeah," Devon said as the tears and sobbing had finally abided. "They
called me a pervert for drawing those girls and started passing them
around the school."
"Well," his father said before taking a moment to pause. He was proud of
his sons drawing ability, but he had recently turned eighteen and was
still drawing girls instead of talking to them. He wanted to support his
son, but at the same time he knew that the road he was on could possibly
be a very lonely one. "Well, you have nothing to be ashamed of," he
finally said, "and you only have a month left before you graduate."
"I know," Devon said with a whimper, "but sometimes I wish that I could
be as popular as the High School kids on Crunchy Roll... They all have
different abilities and looks, but are popular all the same."
His father was at a loss for words again. When he was in High School, he
was fairly popular and hung out with the "cool" kids. Afternoons were
spent at any number of sport practices, while the nights involved him
getting drunk and causing trouble. Having a son that took more after his
mother's petite frame meant that most sports were out of the question,
not that Devon would want to play anyway. It was a wide gulf that
separated the two, and no matter how close they had become it was one
his father could still not easily navigate.
"Popularity isn't something you should seek, Dev," he said as he wrapped
an arm around his son, "it's just something that happens. You should
just focus on having a few good friends, and go from there." He was
hoping that what he was saying did not come out as an insult, and he saw
that his son didn't take it as one.
"Thanks, dad," he said as he gave him a side hug.
"No problem," he added as he got up and walked to the door. "You're
going to be just fine," his dad said with a big smile, "because it's
Taco Tuesday."
Devon let out a little laugh that his father added to before closing the
door and walking away. Devon was grateful to have a father that was so
supportive of him, and he wished that he could be stronger for him.
Instead he would try and focus on not being so emotional, as he knew his
dad was still dealing with his own issues.
"Okay," Devon said under his breath as he shuffled all of his pictures
together and began to see what he could save, and what would have to go.
He was saddened again to find that many of the pictures would be
unsalvageable, but he heart leapt as he came upon one of this favorite
pictures that he had ever drawn. It was a picture of a girl with long
blonde hair and the prettiest face that he had ever been able to draw.
He was good at drawing the bodies of girls, and had gotten particularly
well at drawing their oversized breasts, but the face had eluded him for
a long time. He didn't know how he had gotten this girl so right, but
the sight of her made his heart flutter.
"I bet you're popular," he said as he hung the picture up on a corkboard
on the wall. He then turned to look at himself at the large mirror that
was against the wall and sighed deeply. A very skinny young man looked
back at him, with a mop of reddish brown hair and a face covered in
acne. The shirt that he wore was a medium, yet it still hung on his
frame like he was a skeleton underneath. The only reason that he had the
mirror in his room at all was the fact that it had belonged to his
mother. He often tried to avoid it at all costs as it reminded him of
his tortured reality, and one of the reasons he had taken to drawing was
to escape reality.
Only now he was wishing he could do more than just escape it.
"I just wish that I was more popular," he told the mirror before letting
out a dejected sigh, then something truly peculiar happened. The frame
around the mirror seemed to glow a soft pink as the image of him began
to swirl. It was like an effect he had seen on his anime shows a dozen
times, only this time it was real. "Oh, shit... What's happening!?"
Devon called out as he struggled to move from where he was, but he found
that he was incapable of doing so.
The pink light soon enveloped the entire mirror, and then it seemed to
explode out into the room. For a moment everything around Devon was a
bright pink, and then everything faded quickly to black.
Devon was breathing heavily as he struggled to open his eyes as they
stung like he had just jumped into the ocean. Everything was blurry, and
after a moment he was able to make out the mirror in front of him. At
first he was only able to see the soft pink frame, but then an image
began to come out of the blur. He had to blink a couple of times to
verify what he was seeing, but it certainly looked like the blonde girl
he had drawn and hung on the wall.
Only she wasn't a drawing. She was really right there in front of him
standing in the mirror where Devon's reflection should be. He raised a
hand to reach out and touched her, then froze as she did the same. "Oh,
God," he whispered, but it was not his voice that came out of his lips.
He was the girl in the mirror.
"What the hell," Devon whispered in a voice that a soft soprano. She was
wearing a pink and white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and enough
buttons undone up top that she could... "I have breasts," she said in a
louder voice as she quickly undid the shirt to reveal two very large
breasts in a flattering pink bra.
"What's happening!?" She exclaimed as she turned around and saw that she
was certainly all woman, and a very attractive one a that. It was also
then that she noticed that her room had also changed. Where anime
posters and doodles had once hung instead showed pictures of flowers
with black and white photos taped to the frames. A pink bedspread was on
her bed, with at least a dozen big white pillows placed at one end.
Clothes were strewn across the floor in an incredible display of
disorganization, with bras, panties and bikinis that seemed rather small
mixed in. As her heart seemed to beat out of control, something caught
her eye next to a large white bra laying on the ground beside her bed.
Devon cautiously walked over and picked up a small pink device that
began to vibrate the moment it got in her hand.
"Oh, fuck," Devon said as she finally succumbed to the shock of it all,
and fell softly onto her bed.
///// Chapter Two
///// "One Week"
When she finally came to, Devon could hear someone calling her name.
"Devon... Devon?" The voice was both familiar and strange all at once,
and although the voice sounded like it was nearby there was no one in
her room.
"Hello?" She asked her empty room, her voice causing her to loose focus
again.
"Devon?" The voice called again, and this time she could tell that it
seemed to be coming from the nearby mirror. She cautiously got up from
her bed and walked over to the mirror, and instead of her own reflection
she saw someone that she hadn't seen in a long time.
"Mom?" She asked timidly to the image that looked like her mother. She
was wearing a white nightgown and looked as if she was younger than when
she had passed away.
"Oh, Devon," the image in the mirror said, "you're even more beautiful
than I imagined."
"What's happening, Mom? Am I dead? Is this all a dream?"
"It's neither of those things, Devon. This is my gift to you."
Devon scoffed at the image of her dead mother and raised her hands in
the air. "Sticking me in the body of a blonde girl with huge tits is
your idea of a gift!?"
"You've always thought that the grass is greener on the other side,
Devon," she said with a sad look on her face, "so I wanted to give you a
chance to see what it would be like if you were the most popular person
in your school."
"Why!?" Devon asked as she stomped her foot on the ground. "couldn't you
have made me a little taller and be done with it!?"
Her mother smiled at her and seemed to sparkle and fade. "You'll have
one week, Devon. Experience everything you feel you're entitled to, then
tell me if it's what you really want?" The image then faded away until
Devon was looking at her new body again.
"Mom! Oh, come on Mom!" Devon yelled as she pounded on the mirror.
Suddenly being in the body of a girl was one thing, but talking to her
dead mother made her feel like she really was going crazy. She decided
to lay back on her bed and try and fall asleep, but found that was
awkward with her new breasts. It seemed like every position she tried to
get into was foiled by her new shape.
"Fuck!" She shouted into the room, a word that she typically never said
as a guy. "Fine," she whispered to herself as she got off the bed and
undid her shirt. Maybe if she removed her bra, her breasts would feel
better while sleeping. For a moment she was worried that removing the
bra was going to be a difficult take, but she found that her fingers
seemed to know exactly what to do.
"There, that's better," she said aloud to no one. Her naked breasts were
hanging in front of her, and she couldn't help but admire how they had
kept their shape even after she removed the bra. Devon thought that it
wouldn't be terrible if she looked at them in the mirror, since they
were her tits after all.
She slowly walked back over to the mirror, and was relieved to find that
the image of her mother was gone. She didn't know why, but she felt a
little embarrassed as she looked at her topless body. Her tits were firm
and bouncy, with nipples that were the size of quarters. Devon didn't
typically spend a ton of time online looking at porn, but she had
certainly dabbled with it from time to time. That being said, her tits
certainly seemed to be exceptional, and the thought crossed her mind of
what the rest of her looked like.
"It's my body," she muttered as she slid out of her jeans. A pair of
lacy white panties was wrapped around her new vagina, and her hands
shook as she slid her fingers in the waistband. There was never a time
in her life when she had seen a woman naked in real life, and it felt
surreal that it was going to be her own body she saw first.
After a deep breath she pulled the panties down and saw her new vagina.
There appeared to be no hair, and she saw pink folds surrounding her
slit. It was a strange sight not to have a penis, but she felt that her
new form was much more enticing...
The urge to feel herself was growing, but she didn't think that it was a
proper thing to do. Devon still saw her body like it belonged to someone
else, so the idea of using it in a way to provide pleasure was an uneasy
one.
"Experience everything you feel you're entitled to..."
The words he mother said slipped through her mind, and she wondered what
her mother meant. Was this a way to help Devon feel more comfortable
around girls? Is this all some plan on her mother's part to teach her
some sort of lesson that would make her a better person in the future?
If so, how would feeling up her new pussy make her a better person?
The thoughts were swarming around her, and she just couldn't bring
herself to do anything. So instead she marched her naked body over to
the bed and tried to get comfortable. She did find that her naked body
molded into the bed a little bit better, but she also found that her
large breasts were unruly devils. Her nipples also seemed to touch every
sheet and blanket she had on the bed, causing them to stiffen while
providing an oddly pleasurable sensation.
While the thought of exploring her new vagina was still too much, she
didn't seem to have a problem with running her hands over her breasts.
They were incredibly soft to the touch, and as she pinched her nipples
she thought that she might scream.
"Devon," a voiced called from the door, "it's time for dinner!" It was
her father calling her, and she thought that she was going to die of
embarrassment.
"Coming!" Devon yelled as she removed her hands from her tits and
bounced out of bed. She quickly replaced her panties and jeans, before
pulling on her bra and buttoning up her shirt. As she straightened
herself up in the mirror, she scolded at her reflection and her
inability to control herself.
With another deep breath she opened the door and walked downstairs. She
didn't know what to expect as she approached the dinner table, but her
father looked at her like she was always a girl. "Hey sweetie," he said
with smile as he sat at the table. A small pot of spaghetti was in the
center, with a bowl of salad next to a plate of garlic bread slices.
"It looks great," Devon said as she sat down at the table.
"I'm glad you approve," her father added with a grin. They began to eat
the meal in silence, and Devon found that the food tasted better than
usual.
"Wow, this is really good," she said in between big bites.
Her father looked at her strangely and smiled. "Thanks, and I'm
surprised you're eating more than your two bites and a glass of water."
"Oh?" She said as she crammed a piece of garlic bread in her mouth.
"Yeah, you typically say that the food has too many calories," he said
with a laugh.
Devon's eyes got big as she realized what he was saying. All of these
calories would cause her to put on weight, and there was no way that she
was going to let her perfect body soften up like that. "I'll... I'll
just spend some extra time on the bike," she said with a forced smile as
she thought of why she even cared what her body looked like.
"So, are you still going out with Steve tonight?" This question caused
Devon to spit out all of her food, making her dad look at her like she
was dying. "Oh my God, Devon! Are you okay!?" He said with a panic as he
got up and moved to her side.
"I'm fine, Dad," she said in between coughing, as she took the drink her
dad was holding out to her and drank it all. "I just choked on
something, that's all."
"Well," her dad said as he returned to his seat, still visibly shaken,
"it's better you do that here than with Steve tonight."
"Yeah," Devon said as she wondered who Steve was. Suddenly in her mind
she could see visions of a very handsome guy running on a track. His
strong body pumped like a piston as he bolted past other racers to the
finish line. She also saw images of the two of them sitting on the couch
in her living room. He would kiss her neck softly before placing his
hand on her...
"Are you sure you're okay? You look really flushed?" Her dad asked with
worry in his voice.
"No, I'm really okay," Devon said as she tried to think of something
beside Steve grabbing her breasts. "I've got to go upstairs and take a
shower," she blurted out as she got up and quickly bounced up the
stairs.
"Don't worry! I'll do the dishes," her father called out as she closed
the door to her room. For the first time in her life she lingered by the
door and looked down at the lock. She could never remember locking her
door as a guy, even when she would peruse the internet. Yet her new body
had moved her ways being a guy never did, and she was beginning to think
that some privacy might be for the best.
After taking another moment to think about it, Devon slowly locked the
door and began to remove her clothes so she could take a shower.
///// Chapter Three
///// "The Date"
It was a strange night.
Devon was glad to find that the front door was unlocked for her, and
even more happy that her father was not sitting in the living room
waiting for her. She was still trying to come to grips with what had
just happened on her date with Steve, which meant she was absolutely not
ready to speak to her father about what happened.
As she slowly crept up the stairs, she thought of how things got out of
hand so quickly. Only a few hours had passed since she had become a
woman, yet the memory of being a man seemed to be fading faster than she
was willing to admit.
The night had started off easily enough. After a long hot shower Devon
went about getting ready for her date, which she found to be fairly eye
opening. Her closet was full of beautiful clothes, and a particular
black dress caught her attention. It was the kind of dress that you
could wear to a fancy dance or just out to drinks, and it felt to her
like it was a simple enough thing to put on. Only after putting the
dress on did Devon truly understand exactly how well proportioned her
new body was.
The dress that looked simple and fun on the hanger now looked simply
devilish when wrapped around her new curves. She stood in front of her
mother's mirror for a great deal of time trying to talk herself out of
wearing something that was so sexual, but then she finally gave in to
the fact that anything she put on her new body was going to elicit a
very distinct reaction from the men around her.
The choice of dress also led to the uncomfortable task of picking out a
pair silky black panties and a bra to match. Again, the bra was easy
enough to figure out, but the panties seemed to awake a realization
inside of her as she pulled them up her long legs.
The outfit that she was now wearing was one that she once thought was
only worn by girls who were looking to get laid.
"Not me, though," she whispered as she sat at her vanity and began to
apply some makeup. Before she even knew what was happening Devon was all
ready to go right as a text message popped up on her phone.
"I'm outside."
It was from Steven, and Devon felt her heartbeat quicken. Part of is was
being nervous on going on what truly amounted to be her first date,
although she had memories of going on dates with Steven before. The
other part was a more primal feeling that was taking her by force. One
last glance in the mirror revealed a young woman that was in control and
desireable, two feelings she had never experienced as a young man.
"You can do this," she said with a wink to her reflection, and the date
was on.
And it was everything a date should be. Steven was a gentleman and told
her she looked beautiful when she got in the car, and she could feel his
eyes running up her long legs to where a small bit of black fabric
covered half of her smooth thighs. There was no meal, which Devon was
grateful for, which meant that they went right to the movie theater.
Devon rolled her eyes when she saw that they were going to be going to
the latest Michael Bay disaster, but when Steven grabbed her hand and
led her to their seats she couldn't care less about what was on the
screen.
Small talk was exchanged as a few other patrons entered the theater, and
Devon found that any stress she was feeling about the date was
unwarranted. She was actually enjoying herself, and talking with Steven
was kind of nice.
"Oh, it's starting," he had whispered as the lights went down, and no
sooner had darkness set in that Devon found Steven's hand on the inside
of her thigh.
"What are you doing?" She whispered as he massaged her thigh.
"The same thing I do every time we go to the theater," he said with a
great amount of charm, "unless you want me to go right for the finish
line?" Devon didn't understand what he was getting at until his hand was
rubbing her panties.
"Oh my God!" Devon gasped as a rush built inside of her. She was proud
to say that she hadn't explored her body too much in the shower, feeling
it was still not really her own body, but now she was regretting her
decision.
"Holy shit," Steven said as he leaned in close, "you are wetter than
I've ever felt."
"All of this," she said in between stifled moans, "is just... What is
that!?" This sudden outburst caused a few people nearby to hush them,
but no one could see that Steven had just slid a finger into her moist
slit.
"Come on," he said as he acted like nothing was happening, "what is with
you tonight?"
She wanted to scream at him and explain that she had only been a woman
for a little over four hours, and that she was not interested with
getting fingered at the local cineplex.
Yet the words did not come.
Instead she thought of what her mother had said to her from the mirror.
"Experience everything you feel you're entitled to..." Was this really
what her mother wanted for her? Maybe experiencing some sexual activity
would open her eyes a little bit and help her understand people her age
a little better. Perhaps one couldn't really know themselves unless they
understood the basic carnal drive all experience.
But really she just wanted to see what else Steven was going to do to
make her feel as good as she did with his fingers inside of her.
It was this state of mind that led Devon to taking Steven into the
women's restroom. "No way," Steven said with a big smile on his face,
"you've always said no to doing this!?"
"Quiet, do you want to get caught?" She whispered as she pulled him in
an empty stall and closed it. "Now make me feel good."
Steven didn't answer verbally, but instead came at her like a man
possessed. They made out for a while as Steven ran his hands all over
her body. It was no real surprise that she particularly enjoyed it when
he gave her breasts some well deserved attention, and in a few seconds
he had her bra off and was sucking on her pert nipples.
"Oh, fuck!" She screamed, not caring if anyone could hear her. Nothing
in her life have ever felt as good as what she was experiencing now, and
like an addict she wanted more. "Oh, shit! Yes! Lick my tits!"
No more words were said as Devon heard the sound of a zipper...
She turned on a light in her room as she thought about what she had seen
in the bathroom. It wasn't the first penis she had ever seen in her
life, but it felt like she was seeing one for the first time. Then she
had done things that she never thought she would ever do. Out of control
was how she felt at the time, yet now that time had passed she could see
what it really was.
Desire.
She had spent so many sleepless nights wishing that people would accept
her for who she was. Her obsession with Anime was simply a way to escape
how shitty she perceived her life was, to see people who rallied around
one another and celebrate their differences. Most of that was true, but
it wasn't the whole truth.
At an early age Devon had fallen in love with the female form. It was
not an obsession really, but she would watch certain cartoons just
because the girls were so cute. When an old friend showed her some old
Anime that he had lying around, Devon was hooked. The way the girls in
anime moved and talked was hypnotic to her, and nights were spent
drawing and sketching the girls in more and more provocative clothing.
Her drawings were the closest she would ever get to women, as she had
tried and failed on multiple occasions to date some girls. She had some
close friends that happened to be girls, but they would never be
interested in him...
Yet now she was desired by someone as attractive as Steven. He did
everything she asked him to do, and opened her eyes to the true
pleasures of the flesh. This also meant that she had to give him a
blowjob to work him up, but that was all worth it once he pushed her up
against the wall and entered her from behind.
Devon was so lost in thought that she didn't realize she was laying on
her bed in her bra and panties, with her hand between her thighs. She
wanted to feel terrible about what she had just done, but the thought
was so silly to her now. Why would she ever feel bad about feeling so
good? If this was what being popular was like, then she was going to
have the best week ever.
She bit her lip as she played with herself, and then she thought that
she should probably get some rest for school tomorrow. This led to a
memory of her picking up a pink object that was by her bed earlier in
the day. Devon cautiously peered over the edge of her bed and saw the
small pink device resting where she had left it. It began to vibrate the
moment her hand touched it, only this time she did not drop it.
This time she put it to good use.
///// TO BE CONTINUED
Author's Note:
Thanks for reading! Please Visit TGTrinity.com if you enjoyed my stories
and would like to read more of my stories, check out my captions or view
my new digital comics.
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