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Chapter 9 - Revelations
Chris knocked quietly on the door, glancing all around him. He was desperately
hoping that no one would spot him there. He knocked again, more urgently. It was
cold out this early on Friday morning, and Chris was not dressed for it. No,
Chris was not dressed appropriately at all, for the weather or for his gender.
He was standing in front of his neighbor's apartment door, wearing nothing but a
red lacy bra, red satin panties and red high-heeled pumps. He had felt so sexy
in these clothes only an hour earlier, but now he was cold and ashamed. He
thought to remove the shoes, but the ground was cold and wet from the lawn
sprinklers, and Chris was already chilled to the bone. So he stood there in
drag, hoping that Debbie would answer the door before some early bird neighbor
left their apartment and spotted him.
Chris began pounding on Debbie's apartment door. Last time he had talked to her,
he got the impression that she might be staying with a girlfriend tonight.
"Please be home, Debbie!" he said. Finally, the living room light came on. Chris
could see a pinpoint of light coming through the spyhole in the door. The
spyhole went dark again, and he guessed that Debbie was peering out at him
through it. He knocked again, softly now that he knew she was up.
"Debbie, I know it?s late," Chris spoke to the door. "Please let me in. I'm in
trouble."
"Lady, what in the hell are you doing running around in your underwear on my
doorstep? Get the hell out of here before I call the cops!"
"Debbie, please..." Chris pleaded.
"How do you know my name? Who are you?"
"It's me, Chris. Your neighbor."
There was a moment's pause. Chris assumed that Debbie was inspecting him through
the spyhole. He moved to give her a better view of his face, but the light was
poor.
Chris heard the deadbolt being thrown and relief flooded through him. The door
opened only a few inches though, and Chris noted that it was still chained.
Debbie's face appeared in the narrow opening, and she looked him up and down.
"Chris, is that really you? Why are you dressed like that?"
"It?s a long story, Debbie. Do you suppose you could let me in? Its cold out
here, and I don't want anyone to see me."
Debbie looked puzzled for a moment, then the door closed. Chris thought for a
moment that she was going to refuse. He had no idea what to do if Debbie turned
him away. But then he heard the chain being undone and the door swung wide.
Chris stepped into the warmth of the apartment and stood before Debbie. Debbie
was looking bleary-eyed, but still incredibly hot. Especially since she was
wearing nothing but a pink nightshirt. He wanted to give her a big hug for a
number of reasons; out of gratitude for taking him in, because he needed some
comfort, and not a little because he wanted her body heat! But he thought better
of it. Debbie was looking quite shocked, as he had expected she would. He didn't
want to scare her off.
Luckily, she took the initiative. She wrapped Chris in a warm hug and said, "My
God, Chris. Look at you! What happened to you? Why are you dressed like this and
why are you knocking at my door at four in the morning?!?"
Chris felt a tremendous load lifted when Debbie hugged him. He was so relieved
to know that he was not alone, and that Debbie had not rejected him. After
several moments, he could feel the tension begin to drain from his body. It
occurred to him that he was in Debbie's apartment in the middle of the night,
both of them barely dressed, and hugging tightly. How many times had Chris
fantasized about being in this very situation. Well, not this exact situation,
Chris had to admit. In his fantasies, he was not dressed in a bra, panties and
heels. It bothered him more than a little that he was not getting turned on.
Debbie spoke again, "You've got to be freezing! I'll go get you something."
She went to her bedroom and returned with a fluffy pink terrycloth bathrobe.
Chris hesitated, but then took it and put it on.
Debbie shrugged her shoulders. "Sorry, it's all I've got. But it looks good on
you about now." She smiled at him.
"Thank you Debbie. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't let me in."
"Of course I'd let you in. It just took me a minute to figure out it was you.
You look a little different..." she said leadingly.
"Yeah, I've been going through some big changes lately. If you get me something
to drink, I'll tell you about it."
Debbie went to the kitchen and started to pour Chris a shot. Thinking better of
it, she decided to bring the whole the bottle.
"I know this is going to sound crazy, but please hear me out." Chris took a deep
pull on the bottle, then launched into his story. He left nothing out. Often,
Debbie cast Chris doubtful looks. But Chris had only to open the bathrobe and
show Debbie his altered body as proof. He told her about the stranger and his
elixir, and about how Andy had spiked Mindy's drink, only to have Chris get it
by mistake."
"That bastard," Debbie interrupted. "I can't believe Andy would try to trick
Mindy into blowing him. Then again, Andy always was a dog. I don't know why you
live with him. He treats women like shit."
"Well, it never bothered me that he treated women like shit. Until now, anyway."
Chris continued his story, explaining about his cravings for cum and the changes
that he had been subjected to. Finally, he told her about trying to give Andy a
blowjob, and about getting caught.
"So Andy wakes up as I'm blowing him. I guess he figured I was Mindy, 'cause I
was wearing her perfume..."
"I noticed. Channel No. 5. Very nice," Debbie smiled.
"But as he cums, he grabs my head and holds me there until I begin to choke."
"My God, Chris. Did you really give Andy a blowjob?"
Chris felt his face flush and looked away.
"I'm sorry," Debbie said. "I didn't mean to embarrass you. I'm just having a
hard time swallowing all this."
"So did I," Chris joked, regaining some dignity. He knew that Debbie, of all
people, wouldn't judge him.
"Well, I finally managed to yell at him to let go, and he realized I wasn't
Mindy. He turned on the light and saw it was me, and that I was wearing Mindy's
clothes. He wasn't amused. He threw me out of the apartment."
"He told you to leave?" Debbie asked. "Why didn't you..."
"He didn't tell me to leave. He physically grabbed me and threw me out. I don't
even have the door key."
"Well obviously," Debbie pointed out. "Where would you keep it?"
Chris smiled for the first time. "Thanks, Debbie. You're the best."
"How could he throw you out like that?" Debbie said. "After all, what happened
to you is his fault. Oops! Its six o'clock already. I've got to get to class.
You can crash here. I'm sure you could use some sleep. I'll be back tonight and
we'll talk some more."
"Thanks," Chris said again.
Debbie went to the bedroom, while Chris polished off the last of the liquor.
When Debbie returned she was dressed and had her backpack over one shoulder.
"I'll have my cell phone. Call if you need anything. In the meantime, try to get
some rest." She walked up to Chris and gave him another big hug. Then out of the
blue, one of Debbie's hands went around the back of his neck and pulled him
close as she kissed him square on the lips. Not a deep kiss, but more than
friendly! Chris could feel his breasts pressing against hers and was beginning
to feel his little cock stir. Before Chris could begin to respond, she was out
the door.
Chris wandered into Debbie's bedroom and found it decorated in a very feminine
style, with lots of lace and pastel colors. "She may be a lesbian," he thought,
"but she sure as hell isn't a bull-dyke!" No, Debbie liked to dress very
feminine and sexy. And she liked girls who did the same. Suddenly overwhelmed
with fatigue, Chris started to strip off his clothes. Only then did it occur to
Chris that he was still wearing Mindy's underwear. The whole time he had been
talking to Debbie, he had been wearing bra, panties and heels. His fingernails
and toenails were still bright, shiny red. Chris realized that he had been
perfectly comfortable conversing with Debbie so dressed, and so had she. Now
naked, he spotted the nightshirt that Debbie had been wearing earlier. "Well, I
wouldn't want to sleep naked in someone else's bed. What else can I do?" Leaving
the red satin panties on, he pulled the nightshirt over his head and down his
body, then crawled into bed. Between lack of sleep and the liquor, he was asleep
before his head hit the pillow.
Chapter 10 - Discoveries
As had been happening so often lately, Chris woke up confused and disoriented.
His head was still fuzzy from the alcohol. Checking the alarm clock beside the
lacy, flowered bed he saw that it was 1:00. Light was spilling in around the
curtains, so it had to be one in the afternoon, Friday. As he pulled the
bedsheets off, he noticed his red fingernails. The pink nightshirt he wore was
filled out generously by his ample breasts. For a moment he thought that he must
be in some alternate universe. A universe where he was a woman and this was his
bedroom. But reality soon returned as memories of the night before came back to
him.
As Chris lay there in bed, Nature?s call came to him. So he climbed out of bed
and stumbled toward the bathroom to take care of business. As he closed the
door, he noticed the full-length mirror and stopped to appraise himself once
again. At first he was horrified, thinking that further changes had taken place.
He had eaten cum last night! He shouldn?t be changing. But on closer
examination, he found that he was pretty much the same as the night before. His
face was still easily recognizable as his own, with some feminine features. His
breasts were still about a B-cup, and his tummy trim, widening out to a
pleasantly plump ass. His legs were long and smooth, ending in cute little feet
with pretty red-painted toes. He was still looking at the same somewhat
attractive woman with a bad haircut. The tight, pink nightshirt had just done a
great deal to accent his feminine curves.
"What had possessed me to shave my legs and paint my nails?" Chris wondered
aloud.
Stepping up to the toilet, he pulled the nightshirt up and the red satin panties
down. Reaching to grab his Lilliputian penis, he realized that he would probably
not be able to aim well enough to pee standing up. Reluctantly, he pulled the
panties the rest of the way down, turned around and sat down.
Having taken care of that, Chris decided to look around for some nail polish
remover. Searching through the medicine cabinet, under the sink and in the
vanity yielded nothing. It was only after searching Debbie?s bedroom as well
that Chris remembered that she didn?t wear nail polish.
"Damn! I?ve got to get this stuff off." Chris thought. He was starting to get
cold, and figured that he ought to get dressed. He hadn?t brought any clothes
with him, so he was going to have to borrow some from Debbie. Of course, it
would be rude to rummage through her drawers and closet without her consent, so
he decided to call her cell phone.
"Good morning, Chris!" Debbie said cheerfully as she answered. She must have
seen her home number show up on the called ID. "Finally decided to get out of
bed, huh?"
"Hi Debbie. Yeah, I wish I were still in bed, but the light must have woke me
up."
"How are you feeling?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.
"I?m okay, but I?ve got a bit of a problem."
"What?s up?"
"Well," Chris said, "I?ve got nothing to wear. So I?ve either got to borrow
something from you, or I?m stuck in your apartment all day."
"You?ll just have to stay at my place," Debbie said playfully. Then, "Oh, of
course you can borrow some of my clothes. Just don?t stretch out any of my nice
dresses!"
"Actually, I thought I?d borrow some jeans or something."
"Well, okay. Suit yourself. You?ll find some panties in the top dresser drawer."
"Uh, thanks." Chris muttered. "You wouldn?t happen to have any nail polish
remover, would you?"
"Sorry, I don?t wear nail polish."
"Oh, alright. Thanks again."
"See you when I get home. Should be around six," Debbie said as she hung up.
Chris decided that he would stick with the panties he had on, and started for
the closet. But curiosity got the better of him and he found himself opening the
top drawer of the dresser. "This is perfectly normal," he thought. "Any guy
would love to see what kind of panties a hot girl like Debbie wears." Chris?
eyes opened wide at the array of underwear revealed to him. Debbie?s sexy tastes
extended to her underwear. There were tiny thongs, and cute boy shorts, delicate
lace and smooth shiny satin, in a variety of racy colors from hot pink to
virginal white to sexy black.
His eyes fixed on a beautiful white lace bra. Pulling it out, he instinctively
held the pretty thing up to his chest and peeked into the mirror. His chest,
which had once had a smattering of adolescent chest hair, was now smooth and
hairless. The pretty, lacy cups and straps looked wonderful against his pale,
hairless chest.
"No!" Chris said resolutely. "I?m not going to do this. I?m a guy. I?m going to
find the least feminine things Debbie?s got and try to dress as neutrally as I
can." He threw the bra back into the drawer and slammed it closed. Chris headed
back to the closet and started looking through Debbie?s clothes. "She sure has a
lot of pretty things!" he thought. But he held his focus and found her blue
jeans. Pulling a pair off the hanger, he inspected them. "I?ll never fit into
these!" He tried anyway, but he was right. They were all skin tight on Debbie.
And while Chris? figure was considerably more feminine than it had been, he
wasn?t as trim as Debbie.
Rummaging further through the closet, he came across a denim skirt with a
stretchy waistband. Having given up on the jeans, he reluctantly pulled the
skirt off the hanger and stepped into it. The feeling of the skirt sliding up
his smooth legs was incredible. With some difficulty, he pulled the skirt up
over his wide hips and into place. Checking the mirror he saw that it was
slightly off-center, and straightened it. Stepping back, he could see that he
looked quite good in the skirt. He had taken off the nightshirt and his breasts
were standing out, perhaps sagging just the slightest bit. He was still cold
from being undressed and his nipples were fully erect. Seeing himself, he
couldn?t help but glance back toward the dresser.
Chris started looking through Debbie?s shirts, but all he could find were small,
tight tops. "What does she do in the wintertime?" Chris wondered. "She?s got to
have some heavier clothes." When he couldn?t find any, he gave up and picked a
silky blue top with a deep V-cut neck and short, split sleeves. It was quite
feminine but at least it was blue! Looking in the mirror, he saw that his
breasts were clearly visible and his nipples were sticking out through the thin
material. He tried putting the red bra back on, but the red color and lace shown
through. So Chris stripped off the blue top and red bra and found himself back
at Debbie?s dresser.
He opened the drawer and couldn?t help but lift the lacy white bra out once
again. He placed his arms through the delicate straps and managed to hook the
clasp behind his back. He was getting the hang of this! Looking down, he noticed
a matching panty. It was also a made of delicate white lace, in the same pretty
pattern as the bra. Picking it up, he found that there was very little to it. It
was a thong. Eagerly, he removed the panties he was wearing and slid the tiny t-
back up his legs and settled it comfortably over his crotch, with the strap
running up his ass-crack. Such a small panty would never have been able to
contain his manhood a week ago. But now his little penis was snugly tucked
behind the tiny white panel. Chris checked the mirror and was disappointed to
find that he did not fill the bra out very well. Checking the bra, he noticed
small pockets on the insides of the cups. Chris looked back in the drawer and
found inserts, like little pillows. He inserted them into the pockets and was
amazed; he had cleavage! A guy could almost titty-fuck him with that much
cleavage.
Chris? cock stirred and one hand dropped instinctively to start rubbing it. He
didn?t notice that, instead of grabbing his cock and pumping it as a guy would
do, he was just rubbing his hand up and down against his panties, much as a girl
might do. He brought one hand up to his breast as he watched the sexy girl in
the mirror and began to fantasize about being titty-fucked.
Chris was laying in bed, naked. Andy was sitting on her stomach, with his cock
between her large, round tits. Her long, red-tipped fingers were holding her
breasts together as Andy slowly pumped his slick, hard meat in and out of her
cleavage. On each upstroke Chris would lovingly lick or kiss the bulbous purple
head. Occasionally, Andy would stop pumping, holding his cock head at Chris?
chin. On these occasions, Chris would greedily wrap her luscious red lips around
the hot shaft and suck it into her waiting mouth. She licked and slurped
hungrily, re-wetting the shaft so that it would slide easily between her
swollen, aching breasts. She felt a pang of regret as her stud pulled his cock
out of her mouth and once more began to fuck her tits. His pace picked up and
Chris knew that her lover was close to cumming. She reached out and grabbed her
lover?s ass, helping him along. Her arms held her breasts firmly around the
pumping cock as her hands coaxed him into pumping faster and faster.
Chris looked down and was delighted to see the head of her lover?s gorgeous cock
poking in and out from her breasts. Chris felt Andy?s body stiffen, and so she
opened her mouth wide. She hiked his ass up and held it there so that she could
see the swollen cock-head sticking out from between her tits. She did not want
his cum to be wasted splashing on her chest. Chris instinctively closed her eyes
as she saw the first jet of cum erupt from her lover?s cock. She felt a splash
of hot liquid hit her face, and tasted it as some shot into her eagerly waiting
mouth. She released his ass with one hand and grabbed the stiff cock, milking it
for all she could get. Shot after shot of hot spunk hit her in the face and
splashed into her hair. She greedily licked up and swallowed any cum that hit
near her mouth. When her lover didn?t stop, but continued to unload spurt after
spurt of cum, she took him back into her hot, wet mouth and sucked up every drop
she could get. With the cock safely in her mouth, she dared to open her eyes
again and the sight brought her to climax. She looked down to see her long
delicate fingers, tipped with long fiery red nails wrapped around a huge cock.
One end of the cock was buried in her mouth, while the other was tucked between
her ample, luscious breasts.
As Chris climaxed in his fantasy, so did he climax in real life. Standing there
in front of Debbie?s dresser, his body was wracked by an incredible orgasm. His
whole body felt as if it were electrically charged, and burning with fire at the
same time. The orgasm seemed to go on for many minutes. Not the usual several
seconds as his cock erupted. As the climax slowly subsided, Chris began to feel
the familiar tingling sensation that indicated his body was changing. It was
strong all over his body this time; his face, neck, chest, stomach, hips, legs
and feet all tingled furiously. He lost his balance and staggered to his knees.
Coming to his senses, he realized that he would have to eat his own cum again in
order to slow the changes. He quickly stripped off the white lace thong and
brought it to his mouth. He tasted the familiar flavor of cum soaked into the
panties, but there was very little of it.
"How could that be?" Chris thought. "I was cumming forever. How could there be
so little of it?" He could hardly get anything out of the panties. But he had
still soiled them, and became embarrassed. "What am I going to tell Debbie?" he
said aloud.
Looking back in the mirror, Chris quickly forgot his embarrassment and noticed
how good he still looked in the sexy white lace bra. In fact, with the latest
changes, he looked absolutely hot. His hair, although still not styled very
well, was a dirty blonde. His face was angelic, with high cheek bones, and a
delicate jawline. His eyes were now a crystal clear blue, with high, arched
brows. His complexion was smooth and creamy and his lips large and full. His
long neck, now lacking an Adam?s apple, ended and at a pair of narrow delicate
shoulders. "My breasts are huge!" he said aloud. "No, wait. That?s only because
of the padding." But they were still at least a C-cup, and he filled out the bra
generously. His tummy was trim and flat, and his hips flared out sexily. His
legs were long and luscious, ending in dainty little feet.
Chris looked at the stained panties and was disappointed that he would either
have to take the bra off or wear a mismatched set. Somehow, it seemed important
to Chris that he look nice, and this meant wearing a matching bra and panty set.
"Well, there?s not that much cum on the panties," he thought, and decided to put
them back on. Dressed once again in the white lace bra and panty, Chris felt
incredibly sexy. He decided to head back to the closet and see what else Debbie
had to try on. He spotted the jeans and shirts he had looked at earlier and
frowned.
"Why should I try to dress neutrally?" he thought. "Why shouldn?t I find
something a little nicer?"
Chris turned and surveyed Debbie?s collection of dresses. He rifled through the
plethora of pretty things until he came across a little black party dress. He
remembered seeing Debbie in it once and she looked awesome in it! It had a low-
cut neckline, with delicate half sleeves and tight waist and a flared skirt that
came to about mid thigh on Debbie. It would probably sit a little higher on
Chris. It was made of a shiny black satin, with multicolored glitter infused in
the fabric. Chris couldn?t help himself as he pulled it off the rack and held it
up to his body.
"Well, with the latest round of changes," Chris said "I shouldn?t have to worry
about stretching it out."
To Be Continued
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