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Brunette - By ZeDD The alarm radio started blaring out ?I want you to want me,? which rocked me from the sound sleep I was in into instant awareness. Shocked, yet still unable to think straight I swatted the little box off my small table and sent it into something that broke like little glasses. Bolting upright, I could only mash my fists together in anger as the remainder of my project for school fell to the floor, little pieces of glass that would no doubt shred the bottom of my feet after forget-ting to clean it up following my morning dump and shower. Who would want to clean up stuff first thing in the morning? Dressed in jeans and a school sweatshirt, I was putting my books into the back seat of my car when I heard Wendy coming by. I?ve always had the hots for Wendy, ever since her and I had the leading roles in last years school play. I never knew Wendy possessed such a hot body, or that without her glasses she sort of reminded me of Alicia Silverstone. I had ample opportunity to check out her curves when we were rehearsing, her costumes only serving to emphasize rather than cover up her natural charms. Before she would always dress in baggy clothes and sweatshirts, hiding those large, firm tits and killer ass from everybody. Now though, her secret was out and I knew what lay beneath. ?Hi Mike!? Her smile was genuine and bright and just for me. Funny how she called me Mike. My real name isn?t Mike, it?s Matt. Only my friends ever call me Mike. Yet from day one when we first met, she had called me Mike, as if she had known me for years. Sometimes, when I?m lucky enough to spend some time with her, like last year, she would act a certain way and it would remind me of my best friend, Jacob. I don?t know why, just the way she moves sometimes, the way she uses her hands when talking, or just the way she looks at things in a wistful way that says so much more than words. When she does things that remind me of Jacob, I begin to miss him. I didn?t really know what happened to him either, just one day he wasn?t around anymore. His parents thought he had been kidnapped yet there wasn?t a note, and no phone call ever came. He was my best friend. Shortly thereafter, Wendy came to stay with Jacob?s parents. She was Jacob?s cousin and I guess his parents hadn?t gotten use to not having a teenager running around yet so invited her to stay with them. I suppose I couldn?t blame them. I sure felt happy about Wendy being around though. I knew when I looked at her that we?d hit it off right away. I mean, she and I had so many things in common, it was scary! And ever since the play we?ve been friends, always giving each other a ride whenever one of us needed one, or just hanging out together. Although I?ve tried pushing it towards something more, she?d always anticipate what I was doing and head me off, almost as if she already knew what I was thinking. I really wanted to be more than friends and was getting really frustrated over the whole thing. I felt I had a lot to offer a girlfriend and that she was perfect for me! I think Wendy knew exactly how I felt, too. ?Do you think I could ride with you today?? She giggled as she dumped her homework into the back seat next to mine. I smiled, glancing at her sweatshirt, noting the logo ?Guess? stitched across her ample bust. She must have been wearing a minimizer because she appeared to be only a C cup today. I gazed at her chest looking pensive, taking the moment to really guess what she was wearing underneath. ?I think a 36 D,? I said to her. I chuckled as her eyes went wide, before glancing down at herself. She started laughing when she saw the logo too, immediately realizing what I had been thinking. ?Good one.? She laughed as she eased herself into the passenger seat. ?Goes to show what I can wear and not wear around you.? I laughed with her, enjoying her sense of humor. There?d be no way anyone would have ever have done that with any other girl, and I felt lucky to have a friend who was so open. ?It was too tempting,? I supplied. After getting comfortable and slipping the keys into the ignition, I turned to her, sensing another moment of closeness. She looked at me, waiting for me to say something, somehow giving me the impression that she already knew what it was going to be before I said it. ?Wendy, I ?.? Smiling, she put her finger across my lips to silence me, then leaned over. The moment was new and exciting to me and I thought that she was going to kiss me. But instead?. ?I know how you feel towards me Mike, and I like you too, but there?s this thing between us. There?s something about me you don?t know, and I?m not sure I?d like to share it at this time. Fact of the matter is, you?re just not my type.? I guess she saw the hurt because she gave me an almost sisterly kiss on the cheek. It was the same old hurt I?d gotten before from her and I?d certainly heal from it. But what she?d said was relatively new to me, and I felt I had gotten my first clue to what lay inside her head. I started the car and drove down the street towards school, but my mind was on what she?d said. Not my type was somewhat vague because it could mean many different things. Of course, the first thing that popped into my mind was that she was a lesbian, but I crossed that off. If she liked girls then she was bisexual and there wasn?t anything wrong with that in my mind. Maybe the fact that she was bi was enough for her to keep a distance from people. I knew she wasn?t seeing anybody, hadn?t been ever since she came into high school. I pulled into the parking lot at school and found a spot a little ways from the building. Wendy looked at me only briefly, wondering if I was needing to talk to her. I only smiled and reached over the seat for her books. ?Thanks Mike. See you after school?? Her plump lower lip, the sunlight glancing off like a star, momentarily captivated me. ?Actually, I was wanting to ask you out this Saturday. Maybe to a movie and dinner, or something else.? Sorrowfully, she looked at me like I was a lost puppy or something that wouldn?t go home. ?You really like me?? She asked quietly. I quickly nodded yes, unable to keep a smile from my face. She seemed to look around, not to see if anybody was lurking nearby trying to overhear us, but to search for something to say. Finally, she had a half smile of her face as she turned her body towards me. ?If you really like me that much, then why don?t you drive me home.? I smiled from ear to ear and was eager for the last bell to ring. ?You got it!? I said as I started to get out. She placed a hand on my arm, stopping me. ?No. I mean now.? I felt my eyebrows go up a notch and quickly searched my memory for anything that demanded my presence today. I could think of nothing that couldn?t wait and quickly started the car back up. I drove off the school grounds and couldn?t help feeling like I was doing something wicked. I?d never taken off a day while all of my friends were still in school and found the experience rather exciting! Soon, I was pulling to the curb in front of Wendy?s house and jumping out to quickly open her door for her. Smiling, she got out, thanking me for the courtesy and grabbed her books from the back seat. Together we walked up to her parents two story brick corner house. I?ve been inside Wendy?s house lots of times before, when I?d come over to spend the night with Jacob, as kids would do. We?d stay up real late playing games, or drawing, or just thinking about the future. Sometimes we?d even get our homework done. Yeah, I?ve been over here lots of times, but never with Wendy. She smiled when I stood by the door, waiting for her to invite me further. Ever the gentleman around her. She seemed to know what I was thinking yet again and snickered at my attempts. ?You don?t have to act that way around me, Mike. I?m going to get a couple of sodas and then we can go up to my room.? I nodded, quickly imagining what she might be thinking, and failing. I just didn?t seem to have the ability to sense what Wendy was thinking or going to do like she had with me. So I stood by the bottom of the stairs and waited for her. In all the time we?ve known each other, sharing a soda at her house hadn?t been one of them and I wondered if her guardian parents, or whatever they were, still had some of that old fashion root beer left, like Jacob and I used to slurp down together. Not surprisingly, Wendy came back with an old fashioned root beer, holding it out to me in a big glass mug that I always drank out of back then. Still smiling, she led me upstairs to her room, pausing only long enough to write a little note to her guardian parents, telling them she had a friend over and that they were studying in her room. Her room looked nothing like I had envisioned. Instead of posters of bands, or guys, there were these really cool prints of fantasy artwork, something like off the cover of paperbacks. I recognized one of the prints from an old Conan novel I have. Her furniture, though feminine, lacked any of the usual assortments of knick-knacks that came with a beautiful teenager?s life. No make-up covered the dresser, no lingerie, pants or blouses strewn over the floor in a morning haste to get dressed, and no flowers or pastels on the walls. The bed had been made, but no stuff animals kept the fluffy pillows company, and no remnants of past antics lay about. In short, I had the impression this was a room you?d see in a furniture store. Completely decorated for a girl of nondescript age but lacking in warmth or personality. I looked at Wendy, unsure about disrupting anything here. Maybe she has a thing about her room? ?I like you very much, and the reason I brought you up here was to sort of let you know something about me.? I smiled as she chewed on her plump lower lip. Jacob used to do that but Wendy made it look sexy. ?I know you like me.? I nodded, smiling. Her smile returned was forced. ?But I?m not exactly sure you?re my type,? she paused, her wide eyes looking for any reaction. The longer the silence continued the deeper the meaning became for me, until I finally understood what she was beginning to tell me. ?You mean to tell me you?re a lesbian?? I asked quietly. She nodded once before smiling nervously. Well, doesn?t that just beat all, I silently asked myself. She must have understood the look on my face, although I had kept my initial feelings from showing, because she was quick to explain. ?I?ve always liked girls,? she said. ?When my friend and I went out bowling every Tuesday, we?d always keep an eye open for some well stacked girl that might come by.? Her words were really an eye opener for me. I had trouble imagining her and another girl going bowling and checking out the ladies. Hell, that?s exactly what me and Jacob always did. ?I guess there?s not even a chance for me, then, is there?? I asked, making the sentence seem like a poor joke. I was still troubled by a few things, coincidences that kept coming up. I couldn?t really think straight so decided to sort it all out later. She was saying something and I wasn?t paying attention. ?I?m sorry. I wasn?t listening. What did you say?? she breathed again, calming herself a little before repeating. ?If you really like me that much, you could always change the way things are between us. I know that doesn?t make much sense right now, but if you were to keep an open mind about me, take some time to think about things, about me, you might begin to understand a little better." ?I really don?t understand any of what you just said, but I do understand your sexuality. There?s nothing for you to explain, or apologize about. I?m the one in the wrong.? ?But you?re such a fine person,? she said, smiling. ?A girl would have to be crazy not wanting to be with a person like you.? I chuckled, resisting the urge to call her crazy to her face. ?Like I said, I?m going to give you a couple of hours to think about things, and if you decide you want to be with me, well, things have a way of working themselves out,? she ended with a laugh and a shrug of her shoulders. ?But I know I want to be with you right now. I don?t need a couple of hours to figure that out.? We both looked at each other for a couple more seconds before she finally said. ?Okay,? she walked over to her small collection of books and opened one up. It looked like one of the classics. Moby Dick, maybe. She evidently used that particular book to hide the small object that she held. It looked to be a small stone, maybe 4? long, and no bigger around than my thumb. I was curious at best, and resisted the urge to joke about its close appearance to that of a small dick. She held the stone between two fingers and looked at me. I could tell she was seeing much more of me than just the physical. You can tell when a person is thinking deep thoughts and she was doing just that. I didn?t know what they were though. She smiled then and stepped closer to me, clasping my hands in hers, the rock between them. ?In my mind, I?m imagining the girl that would most please me. I don?t have to imagine her likes and dislikes. I don?t have to imagine how she thinks or what her favorite foods are or what she likes to do best on a weekend, all I have to imagine is what she looks like and how much she loves me, and how much fun we would have together.? With her eyes closed, she tilted her head and began to smile, her hands clasping mine so gently. I didn?t know what she was doing, maybe making a wish or something. I didn?t want to interrupt whatever it was so just kept my mouth shut. I spent the few minutes just looking at her face, her moist kissable lips and cute nose. Her eyes were closed but I knew they were the most beautiful blue surrounded by thick lashes. Her skin was so soft and smooth, absent of any marks whatsoever I was sure. Her hair was almost a chocolate, so smooth and rich in color. I never knew brunettes could be so beautiful. When she opened her eyes she was still smiling, but there was a tear. I gently captured it on my finger, closed my eyes and made a wish. I kissed her on her nose and said goodbye. I put my empty mug in the sink and let myself out, still thinking about what had happened. None of it made any sense to me. I didn?t want to go to school now so decided to stay home instead. No one else was going to be there so I thought I?d rent a couple movies and kick back. Pulling into the movie rental store, I got out and started walking across the parking lot when I spotted a lady walking down the sidewalk. I don?t know what it was, but there was something about that woman that I instinctively knew Wendy would love about. I tried to analyze this feeling and failed utterly. Was it the way she moved? I didn?t know and didn?t want to stand in the parking lot anymore than I had already done so headed toward the video store. Suddenly, I had this really funny feeling pass through me. Almost a creepy tingling sensation. I?ve never felt anything like it, and made sure I wasn?t going to faint before I headed in. Funny, I thought, my pants seem a little tight around my hips for some reason. I walked around the action section looking for something that would take my mind off of Wendy. I needed something with a lot of action, excitement, suspense, and with an all star cast, I chuckled. My pants became extremely snug on me, outlining my buttocks and hips well, yet I failed to notice. I also failed to notice how the cut of the jeans had become slightly different than before. The legs had slimmed, adhering to the shape of my own legs, much like woman?s jeans usually did, and the pockets had gained a slight pink stitched embroidery at the tops. Instead of a button, they now fastened by a snap. I continued looking, feeling strange and sad at the same time and totally oblivious to anything else. As I stood back up to look at the titles on the next shelf, I didn?t notice how it was just a little bit taller than before. I scanned the titles quickly, knowing I was getting bored, and picked one I?d never seen before. After paying the inflated rental price, I was walking back to my car when I spied a shoe store. Well, I thought, might as well kill two birds with one stone. I needed new dress shoes for the upcoming dance and now seemed a perfect time to get them. Walking in, I was greeted by a saleslady and was captivated by her choice in footwear. I don?t normally notice such things but the fact that she was so tiny yet chose to wear such high heels made her a little more exotic. Whatever the reason, I glanced at her heels and legs, appreciating how sexy they were. Of course I was sure Wendy?s were better looking, even if I?ve never been able to see them. As I was breezing through the shoe store entrance, my shoes transformed from the expensive tennis shoes I had paid for myself to a pair of feminine looking loafers. Anyone looking would be able to see the nylons above the loafers disappearing under the softer material of the slacks. I searched down the aisle of shoes that had my size, not finding anything I liked at all. How come there?s always a bunch of shoes at these places, but there?s never a pair for me? I was getting frustrated and it wasn?t even 10 o?clock in the morning yet. I stood and crossed my arms, conscious that when I did, the bottom of my shirt sometimes would ride a little higher, revealing my midriff. I put my arms back down and was about to leave when I happened to glance up to the size sign. Hell, I wasn?t even in the right section, no wonder I couldn?t find anything. There was no way I was going to even keep a size eleven shoe on my size nine feet. I wonder why I was thinking I wore a size eleven? I walked to the end of the aisle, almost bumping into another lady, her hands each holding a pair of heels. I had an instant of knowing how beautiful she was while at the same time realizing that I was ramming into her ample bosom by accident. She staggered, affording me a glimpse down her blouse, and I was quick to steady her with a strong arm. I always loved the quick flash of cleavage from a stranger, thrilling in knowing I?d seen much more, albeit for only an instant, than they chose to show. With a quick apology I let her pass, enjoying the sight of her broad, yet perfectly rounded buttocks swaying back and forth down the aisle. There was something even more exciting than a mere glimpse of that particular woman?s chest, and I was quick to seize it. I was struck by the sheen of material of her blouse, which covered the satin cups of her bra, and I knew without a doubt that Wendy would have loved to have met this particular woman. I knew that she would have loved it, but knowing how I knew this was really strange. Maybe I was empathic. Sighing audibly, I walked around the corner, looking for the size nine aisle. As I did, my shirt became a lighter shade, almost a pale yellow. The fabric also changed, going from the course feeling sweatshirt fabric to a lighter, softer feeling nylon/cotton blend. The jeans had darkened and began to have a different quality to their material also, becoming a little softer and lighter. I was oblivious to these things as well as my continued loss of height. I scanned the shoes, trying to decide what I was needing. Did I really need a new pair of dressy shoes, or should I forgo the dance all together and splurge on a new pair of tennis shoes. Carla walked down the aisle asking people if they needed help, wanting to hurry them up a little so she?d have time to tidy up before her supervisor showed. Spotting a relatively plain looking individual, she went up to her, quickly realizing she didn?t know whether this person was a girl, or a boy. Noticing she was standing in the woman?s aisle, she quickly assumed she was a girl, though very plain looking. ?Is there something I can help you find?? Mike looked at her, unaware of what perceptions he was giving by his altered appearance. He wasn?t even in the mood to size her up, such was his morning, though the woman?s jutting breasts through the tight blouse did catch his eye. ?Not really, just sort of browsing.? He replied in a soft voice, smiling faintly as she smiled back. ?Well, if there?s anything I can help you with, please don?t hesitate. We are running a special today though, when you buy a pair of pumps, you can get a matching bag at half price.? With that said, she turned and walked back to the front desk, leaving Mike standing there questioning whether he had heard her correctly. Why would I buy a pair of pumps, and why would I even desire a matching bag? I thought about it, placing my hands onto my wider hips, yet couldn?t fathom why she would say something like that to me. I didn?t need a bag. I didn?t notice I was now wearing a pair of soft feeling slacks, which fit snugly around my smaller waist and wider hips. From the back, one could see how they outlined my rounded buttocks, emphasizing the sexual contours of a woman instead of a man. The fit about my thighs was loose while around my ankles the material became rather generous, similar to bell-bottoms. My shirt continued to change even as I dismissed the saleslady?s comment, the material becoming an ivory satin, fitting well my slimmer upper torso which only defined the blossoming curves that were developing. I was quickly dismissing the idea of buying a pair of shoes after all, glancing down at the 2? pumps I wore beneath the voluminous cuffs of my dark blue slacks, I really didn?t need any. Spending money just because you were bored was a big no-no for me. I firmly believed that?s how people became broke. I quickly exited the store and headed for my car with the intent of picking up a couple of items at the grocer?s on the way home. Getting in, I made sure the hem of my long skirt was in before I shut the door. Pulling out onto the street, I again began thinking about Wendy. So why wasn?t she a little more forthcoming with her tastes? Did she think I?d judge her if it were something a little odd ball? That was silly of her! I giggled suddenly, my voice sounding high and light. She should know by now there wasn?t any way that I would judge her at all. After all, they were good friends and had shared a lot of time with each other in the past. Pulling into the lot of the grocer?s, I adjusted the strap of my bra, which faintly showed beneath the thin fabric of my blouse. I smiled, knowing that Wendy liked it when she could see my undergarments beneath my clothes. She could be a little odd sometimes. I looked down and giggled, sending my B cup breasts quivering. I just loved wearing a satin blouse over a satin bra. And this particular bra made my breasts slightly pointy, tenting the material nicely. I cocked my head in a sudden instant of confusion, unsure whether I should be wearing a bra at all. It seemed to me that I had never worn a bra before in my life! Glancing down at my small bosom I concluded that I?d never worn one before because I had never needed to. Wasn?t it just recent that I had started blossoming? Finding a spot quickly, I ran my fingers through my hair, wishing instead of the grocer?s, I?d decided to go get my hair done instead. I?d put it off too long and now it had grown well past my shoulders, and threatening to make me look a little trampy. The first thing I saw was this really hot looking babe just leaving with a small basket of groceries. I couldn?t help but stare at the sexual energy she exuded as she walked by, unconsciously licking my lips as I looked at her beauty. I knew Wendy would have loved this one, and tried to commit to memory just how this woman looked. Her large breasts jutting out fiercely, their immense size causing them to shake and jiggle in a totally different manner than the rest of her body. Her waist was smaller than what would have been called normal in this day and age, yet served to emphasize the voluptuous width of her hips as she swiveled her way past me. I spotted her soft hands, my eyes widening as I realized just what Wendy would really like to see on me! She had beautifully manicured nails of exceptional length, which only served to enhance the woman?s beauty. Oh, how arousing that would be for me to surprise Wendy with such long and sexy nails. She?d love it that was for certain! I turned around, wishing to view her from behind, and gasped at how her beautifully large ass rounded out so nicely behind her, shifting to and fro with each step of her elegant heels. Anybody would have stopped in their tracks to view such a creature so I didn?t feel at all worried that I might be viewed as strange, or different. Walking into the grocer?s, I got a cart and starting pushing it down the aisles, looking for a few items to bring over to Wendy?s tonight. I wasn?t sure when we had agreed about me coming over but I wasn?t going to argue the point. Suddenly, the thought of spending the evening with Wendy cheered me up immensely. I couldn?t even remember why I?d been depressed earlier! We had so much to talk about, and share things with each other! A stock boy spotting the pretty girl pushing her cart towards him took a minute to admire her. He loved women who wore skirts that only came to the knee, and he especially loved this girl who wore her satin blouse so snug against her body that it showed off her soft breasts magnificently. He could even see her bra beneath! She was definitely a pretty girl, someone he would want to meet sometime, and wished his girlfriend were as pretty, or stacked as her. I didn?t notice the stock boy, so didn?t see him ogling my firm C cup sized breasts encased so naughtily inside my white, satin under-wire. I couldn?t help but smile as I thought more of Wendy. She was so beautiful and sexy, smart and funny, and talented. Humming to myself happily, I casually pushed my cart along, my long, smooth legs showcased by nude stockings, my ample fanny bouncing sexily from my provocative step. My little girl purse I put in the basket right in front of me. I kept my touch on the cart light so I wouldn?t scrape my inch long nails. I smiled as I impulsively checked them, making sure the bright red color had not been marred, or the nail chipped or cracked. Wendy liked her to have long, sexy nails, just like she liked her to wear sexy clothes whenever she came over. And she ?did? like to wear sexy clothes for Wendy! I stopped and glanced down at what I was wearing. For some reason, I had completely forgotten what I had put on this morning! Sighing with calm satisfaction, I was glad that whatever fog I?d been in all morning hadn?t affected my choices in the least. I was positive she?d love this outfit, anyway. My white 4? heels made my legs look so long and smooth, and my short skirt was really sexy as it helped make my legs look even longer! I knew that if I bent over from the waist, I?d show the tops of my stockings off to anyone fortunate enough to be looking at me. Of course, bending over was something I liked to do since I was such a flirt! I couldn?t help myself, really. I was a tease and a flirt, and just loved to see men become flustered around me, their women getting so angry. I idly played with a strand of my long brunette hair, twirling it around a finger as I looked at this or that. When I stood, I would always stand with my back arched ever so slightly, enough to push my D cup breasts out to their fullest, attracting any attention around. My full lips, while not quite pouty, were nevertheless soft and kissable, especially when covered in bright red lipstick as they were now. I was eager to get over to Wendy?s to show her how pretty I was, confident that she?d love the way I looked. I picked up some bread, sausages, cheese and a bottle of water and sexily strutted over to the checkout, my wide hips swinging back and forth while thinking that a picnic would be fun. While standing in line, I was struck by how gorgeous the checkout lady was. I knew Wendy would love the way this girl looked, but especially the way her big nipples poked out the uniform she was wearing. She had her bra on, of which I could see the strap just peeking from her open collar, her store blouse, and an apron on over that, and I could still see the unmistakable bumps on her big breasts. This girl really had some huge nipples and I found myself wishing that I had really big nipples for Wendy to suck on. I sexily toyed with my plump bottom lip with one of my 2? bright red nails as I thought about how much she would love that. I watched her ring up my purchases, bag them for me, then watched as she gave me my change, all the while peeking at her big nipples and smiling face. Did she know I was checking her out? I walked out to the car, my little purse strap over my shoulder, and put the bag in the back seat. I was careful getting in as wearing 5? heels sometimes made it tricky, and pulled the seatbelt across my huge chest. Sometimes riding in a convertible attracted more attention than I wanted. When you have a pair of FF cup breasts like I did, the seatbelt would go right in between and separate them, calling more attention to their size then anything else I could wear. I couldn?t really do anything about that though, except trade my car in for a hardtop. Maybe getting a hardtop was a good idea anyway cause the wind would always play havoc with my long brunette locks, making a mess that took me several minutes of fixing before looking good again. I couldn?t imagine how I must look to other people when I pulled up beside them in traffic after driving around in the wind! Pushing a strand of long curls over my ear, I thought that maybe changing my hair length would be easier and cheaper. I sat there and thought about that for a minute, finally deciding that Wendy much preferred my ultra long locks to a boring old hardtop car, any day. I noticed that my skirt had ridden up when I got in, showing the tops of my sexy stockings and full creamy thighs to anyone who might have been walking by. I pulled my skirt down a little, not much cause the thought of someone seeing my sexy stocking tops made me tingly and warm, and looked around to see if anyone had been checking me out. I giggled at how naughty I was behaving, and made a note to tell Wendy about it when I got there. She always loves to hear things like that. I opened my purse and took out my lipstick, pulling the mirror over so I could see my pretty face. Sensuously, I applied the bright red color to my big, plump lips, loving how outrageously pouty it made me look. Outrageous like a Hollywood starlet, I thought. I loved the feel of the soft, silky substance as it went on, arousing me as I thought how much Wendy also loved it. She loved the fact I had such big puffy lips, and would often hint about watching me use those lips on various parts of her body. Well, she never actually said anything about that, but I had the strongest feeling that she would when I got there. I smiled, thinking about spending the day with Wendy outdoors, or maybe indoors! I giggled again, sounding almost like an airhead! Oh, won?t Wendy just love to tease me about being such a bimbo when she hears me giggle and laugh so silly. I was all warm and tingly thinking about Wendy, and looked down to see how big my nipples had become, poking out the satin of my sexy bra and satin blouse. They were certainly huge, all right! My hands went up, fingers running softly across their tips, making me close my eyes and moan! My head lolled to one side as the incredible sensations traveled throughout my body, getting my pussy hot and wet. Wendy loved how my nipples grew so long and thick, the areolas becoming swollen, pushing the nipples further out. I quickly looked around, afraid someone was watching me make a spectacle of myself. Sometimes I simply couldn?t control myself! I giggled as I started the car and pulled out, my low cut blouse showing the tops of my big breasts jiggling and bouncing as I tried to hit every little bump in the pavement. I knocked on Wendy?s door, knowing that we?d have time together cause her parents weren?t home. The door opened and there stood Wendy, smiling the brightest smile I?d ever remembered seeing on her. ?I knew you?d be back soon. I was expecting you, you know.? She smiled sexily as she looked me up and down, gently grasping my hand and pulling me inside. I giggled inanely, causing her to giggle as well before we both ended up giggling like the two schoolgirls we were. ?You really are beautiful, and I can?t wait to become a closer friend to you now.? She told me while holding my hands in hers. I couldn?t be happier! ?I?m so glad you like the way I look.? I almost cried to her. ?I didn?t really understand what was happening at first. I?m not really sure anything did happen. All I know is, I?ve wanted you ever since I met you last year in the school play.? School play? Wendy noticed my sudden confusion and smiled, waiting patiently as my mind attempted to work it all out. Wasn?t I in the leading role with Wendy? I remember distinctly having the men?s leading role, and Wendy having the leading woman?s role. I remember studying my lines with her for hours on end every weekend, eating pizza and drinking tons of soda and tea. I looked at Wendy, searching for a clue, anything that might help me fill the sudden void of what was happening! She only smiled, winking like she?d played a joke on me or something. It was cute. A lot cuter than when Jacob did it. I remember when Jacob and I ?..! My eyes became wide as saucers as I sucked in a ton of air all at once! Suddenly it had all became clear to me! Wendy WAS Jacob! She had somehow transformed himself into the incredibly sexy Wendy! Then, when it became clear that I was infatuated with her, she supplied a means to which I became the beautifully voluptuous, overly sexy, top heavy, brunette bombshell, Michelle! She had somehow transformed me into a longhaired, wide- hipped, full-bottomed woman with huge, bouncy breasts and nipples I could hang a coat on! I looked down at my body, my eyes blocked by the expanse of cleavage shamelessly revealed by the low cut blouse, and took in the almost fetish looking clothing I was wearing. The white 5? fuck me heels that made my legs look so fantastic and forced my ass out so naughtily, to the ultra short black skirt that barely covered the tops of my stockings and hugged the inflated globes of my ass. I couldn?t see it, but my hands revealed a tiny waist, supple and smooth, beneath the erotic feel of my satin blouse. I shook my head in wonder, feeling the soft brunette locks tickle my cheeks, neck and shoulders, all the way to the top of my Jay-Lo ass. My hands were small and dainty, the tips of each finger possessing a long, sexy, bright red nail that somehow had a little gold ring fastened at the tip of each! I knew I had big, puffy lips, the kind men call cock sucker lips, and not only had them covered in luscious red lipstick, but that my whole face was painted and made more beautiful than possible. I looked at Wendy, noting for the first time that I was about 4? taller than she was, but without my heels she?d be just a tad taller. I couldn?t believe what had happened, or that I wasn?t able to see it happening! I looked at her with a look of disbelief, unable to comprehend the whole thing. The first thing that came to mind was . . . ?Why?? I asked, my voice sounding like the high, soft lilt of a sexy woman for the first time to my ears. I knew the change to my voice must have been as slow and hard to notice, just as the rest of my change had been. ?You wanted to be more than friends to me, and like I told you, I?m a lesbian.? She shrugged then, not having anything else to say. I saw a tear forming in the corner of her eye. Hesitantly, I reached out and captured the tear on a long nail. There was one thing that came to mind then. ?If you could change so much, why couldn?t you have just made yourself like me, instead of changing everything about me?? She blushed at that question, giving me the feeling I wasn?t going to like the answer too much. ?Well, I could easily change you back, but I wanted you to experience what I went through, to go through the same feelings of pleasure, to feel the same erotic pleasures of the clothes, to experience the effect of beauty on others around you.? She paused, considering her words carefully. ?I loved being a girl so much, and everything that went with it, that I wanted my best friend to share it with. I wanted you to have as much pleasure as I?ve been having, and I?ve been having the time of my life.? She said with a lot of conviction. I was calmer now, realizing that she could change me back. Knowing that, I began to think about it in detail. I did love it all, how I looked and felt, and looking the way I did really aroused me to no end! I suddenly realized that if she did change me back, I would lose it all, becoming the solitary male I?d been before. I had to admit that I did have a lot of fun! Looking at Wendy standing there prettily, knowing that she was turned on by the way I now looked as much as I was turned on by the way she looked, really made the whole thing a lot more acceptable. The idea of us becoming closer, especially in a sexual way, made me all tingly and warm again! And I could change back later on if I changed my mind! I smiled at her, letting her know everything was all right, then giggled inanely. She came and hugged me then, and I knew right there that I would never be changing back, ever again. I was now Michelle for the rest of my life. And I?d have my best friend, and dream girl right beside me. We hugged tightly, embracing each other on all levels, communicating in ways we never did before. I was hopeful for the future and was looking forward to experiencing everything Wendy had. I held her in my arms, conscious of soft flesh mashed against each other in exciting ways, and was thinking about making the first move in that direction of our new relationship when I suddenly felt Wendy?s hand softly slide over my breast, squeezing it sensuously! ?Oh! That feels wonderful.? I gasped. ?Leave it to you to go there first.? We giggled together for a long time after that. The End