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Part 6 - Senior year
(Alexis begins wearing only girl's clothes, redecorates her apartment,
learns what caused the changes in her body, begins sharing her apartment
with Allison and having sex more often, gets drunk and discusses the
future with Allison.)
Shortly before classes began Allison asked me if I needed to shop for
any clothes. I did in fact but I had been waiting till most of the other
kids had already bought their clothes and the remaining ones went on
sale. Allison said that was fine, but if I waited too long there would
hardly be anything left so we went shopping the next day. Now I used to
hate shopping, but this time I really enjoyed it, probably because
Allison was with me, and we spent the whole day going from store to
store checking out the clothes - usually in the Women's Sections because
with all the changes that had taken place in my body, boy's clothes just
didn't fit me all that well anymore.
As we were trying on the clothes we found out that Allison and I took
exactly the same sizes - was that cool, or what? And often when she
found a top, or a pair of shorts, or even a dress that she liked, I
found that I liked the same style and would buy one that matched the one
that she had just bought. When we had bought all the clothes that we
needed, we still had a little money left over so we went to the jewelry
section and bought a couple of matching bracelets, necklaces and
earrings. Well, there was one area where I didn't buy the same style as
Allison - underwear. Now, Allison is into wearing these skimpy thongs
and when I had been over at her house during the summer she had let me
try on a pair a couple of times. But man, feeling that strap or whatever
it was coming up between the cheeks of my ass freaked me out and I just
couldn't get used to the feel. So I settled for satin bikini panties
instead of the thongs.
The weather was still pretty warm the first day of school and Allison
and I had talked the night before so when we got to school the next day
we were both wearing yellow tank tops, short tan shorts and matching
jewelry. When we were walking along together we looked so much alike
that occasionally one of our friends would have trouble telling who was
who and they'd refer to me as "Allison" and I'd have to correct them and
tell them that I was really Alexis.
About a week into my senior year my homeroom teacher handed me a note
asking me to see the school nurse during my study period. When I went in
to her office she asked me to sit down and then said, "Alex, several of
your teachers and I have noticed the changes in your physical appearance
over the past few years. I've looked back through your file and haven't
been able to find any records of a physical examination that would
explain the changes, and when I tried to contact your mother she refused
to talk to me. So, out of a concern for your health, the school has
arranged for you to have a complete physical examination - at our
expense," and she handed me a small card with the doctor's name and date
and time of my appointment. I was complaining to Allison that the school
was making me have an exam and she just smiled and looked at me and
said, "Well, just don't let him cut anything off." Yeah, very funny.
So anyway I showed up for the exam and, surprise, the doctor was right
on time! He spent some time asking questions about my medical history
and then asked me to strip for a physical examination. I was, like,
pretty embarrassed at the point as I didn't mind Allison seeing my body
but I wasn't looking forward to having some man seeing me naked. I guess
he sensed my embarrassment as he told me that I could just strip down to
my bra and panties. After he checked everything else he asked me to
stand up and drop my panties. Man, I was really blushing at that point
as he examined my tiny dick and probed around underneath it where my
balls used to be. Finally he said that I could get dressed again and
that a nurse would be in shortly to draw blood samples and that I should
stop at the front desk on the way out and make a follow-up appointment
in several weeks. I was so glad that have the examination over with that
I didn't even think to ask him any questions.
In mid-September Allison and I got back to the subject of redecorating
my apartment and we chose the paint colors and got all the brushes and
stuff that we'd need and planned to spend all of the next Saturday, and
Sunday if necessary, doing the painting. On Saturday, Allison came over
around 9 o'clock and we got right to the painting. After a couple of
hours the place was getting pretty warm, even with the windows open. It
was going to be a warm day and by late morning the outside temperature
was around 85 and it was probably 10 degrees warmer in the apartment -
and of course there was no central air conditioning and I hadn't had the
money to buy a window unit. As the apartment got warmer and warmer
Allison and I responded by taking off first one piece of clothing, and
then another, and then another. By early afternoon we were both down to
wearing only our panties, well, I was wearing panties but Allison had on
a thong - whatever. Even wearing only panties we were pretty warm and
our bodies were covered with a sheen of moisture and I was getting
pretty turned on by the sight of Allison's sweaty body moving around
near me, and the way her breasts stuck out as she stood up on her toes
and reached up to paint a spot near the ceiling. I think that maybe
Allison was feeling the same way as she kept glancing over at me.
All of a sudden, Allison reaches over with her paintbrush and dabs a
little yellow paint on my right breast. "What the heck," I yelled,
jumping back. And then I saw Allison giggling and I got this big evil
smile on my face and I reached out and splattered her navel with yellow
paint. "Not in the hair," Allison said as she dipped her brush in the
paint and laid a big stripe on my right thigh. Man, we went at it after
that and within five minutes or so we were standing there, almost
totally covered with yellow paint and then Allison steps forward and
begins rubbing her paint covered breasts against mine and I put my arms
around her and began kissing her. Gosh, it felt so sexy to be rubbing
our slippery bodies against each other that within seconds we had our
hands down in each other's crotch rubbing and were stroking each other,
and then our panties were off and we were running toward the bedroom.
Allison had me lie down on my back and she sucked on my dick and then
laid down on her back and spread her legs. Man, I had never gone down on
her before but I was so turned on that I was ready for anything and I
eagerly stuck my face down in her crotch and began licking her pussy.
The deeper I stuck my tongue into her, the more turned on she became and
soon she was clamping her thighs around my head and pushing my head
harder and harder against her pussy. Finally she gave this long moan
that rose higher and higher and turned into a scream and I had my arms
around her ass, squeezing it as I licked and sucked on her pussy. And
then we both just sort of collapsed in a sweaty, paint-covered embrace.
After about fifteen minutes or so when our breathing had returned to
normal, Allison looks over at me and says, "I never knew painting a room
could serve as foreplay," and I giggled. "But seriously," she continued,
"If we're ever going to get the painting finished we'd better get back
to work," and she slaps me on the ass and gets out of bed.
As I got out of bed I looked around the bedroom and exclaimed, "Oh,
Darn!"
"What's the matter?"
"Look at the bed," I said, "we'll never get the paint out of those
sheets." And we didn't.
When the date for my follow-up appointment with the doctor rolled around
I went in to his office - and get this - he was on time this time as
well - man, this guy was 2 for 2. So anyway, he has me sit down and
starts by telling me that I had a benign tumor on one of my Adrenal
Glands. At the word "tumor" I was like, freaking out and thinking that
I'm going to die of cancer or something. He must have seen the look on
my face as he explained that the tumor is benign and as long as tumors
of this type aren't causing problem that they usually just ignore them.
But then he continued to explain that these kinds of tumors can cause
increased production of certain types of hormones and my tumor was
producing estrogens which would account for the changes in my body.
"Okay, so you can treat it or something and I'll go back to looking like
a guy?" I asked, with an apprehensive look on my face.
"If we had caught it four or five years ago we could have removed the
tumor and started you on some supplemental androgens and you would have
developed normally. The problem now is that you've passed through your
growth spurt at puberty and there's not much that we can do at this
point. What you've got now is pretty much what you'll have for the rest
of your life. Of course you could have plastic surgery to remove your
breasts, and it wouldn't hurt to start dressing and acting like a boy
instead of a girl, but that's about it."
My head was spinning that that time so I just asked the doc a couple of
quick questions and then got up and left. I mean, it was kind of
comforting to know what had caused the changes in my body, and that I
wasn't going to turn into some kind of freak or anything. And to tell
the truth, if the doctor had told me that there was this kind of "magic
pill" that would turn me back into being all boy - instead of kind of a
mixture the way I am now - I'm not sure how I would have felt about
that. When Allison asked me that night how the appointment had gone, I
just grunted, "Don't wanna talk about it."
Now that I have my own apartment, Allison and I have a lot more privacy.
Well, except that the walls are a little thin and when Allison does that
screaming thing when we're having sex and I'm going down on her - I
think the neighbors can hear that 'cause the next morning I'll get funny
looks from a couple of them. But it's really nice 'cause we're not
rushed and can take more time building up to having sex and then just
relaxing together in each other's arms afterwards and kind of gently
playing with each other's body and rubbing our breasts together and
stuff like that. As we've been having sex more often, each of us has
gotten a better appreciation of what excites the other. With Allison
it's me going down on her and having oral sex. With me it's having her
play with my tits and nipples and massaging the inside of my upper
thighs and stroking me between my legs. The funny thing is, that now we
can get together and have sex whenever we want, we aren't "doing it" at
every chance - well, still once or twice a week - but often when we're
together we'll just relax and enjoy each other's company and just talk
and do girl-things like talking about different hair styles, and giving
each other manicures and pedicures, and experimenting with different
makeup, and stuff like that.
By early the following year, my apartment had become more of "our"
apartment than just "my" apartment. Allison still stayed over at her
house during the week but she spent most weekends over at "our"
apartment, and she was leaving more and more of her clothes over at our
apartment, and the way we had kind of gotten into the habit of buying
matching clothes it was pretty hard to tell which clothes were hers and
which were mine. So, one Saturday the weather had warmed up a little,
but not enough to really do anything outside so we were just kind of
hanging around the apartment and watching some TV and catching up on
homework and then in the afternoon we went over to the mall and browsed
around a little and ended up buying only matching pairs of open-toe
white sandals with two inch spike heels and then went back to our
apartment and ordered a take-out pizza from a joint across the street.
Allison had swiped a couple of bottles of wine from her folks and we
were watching TV and eating the pizza and drinking the wine and just
making out a little on the couch and around 7 o'clock or so Allison
suggests that we go out to a movie. "So, what ya wanna see," I asked. I
think I might have been slurring my words a little because Allison
looked at me and giggled a little.
"There's that Jonas Brothers movie that just opened up. We both like
them so why don't we go to see that one? Lemme see what the show times
are," and she checked the paper and found that we had an hour before the
next show.
"OK, but I gotta use the bathroom before we leave," I said as I got up
from the couch.
"Ya gonna go dressed like that," Allison asked and I'm, like, "it's just
a movie. What's wrong with what I'm wearing," which was a pair of jeans
and an old Miley Cyrus Tee.
"Oh, come on, let's put on something that looks a little better," she
said and we picked up our wine glasses and headed off to the bedroom to
pick out some other clothes. To tell the truth, after we'd gotten to the
bedroom and stripped down to our bras and panties and were sorting
through our clothes, trying to come up with matching outfits, I began
thinking that it would be a lot more fun to get Allison into bed than
just go to a movie.
"Oh, quit looking at my ass and help me sort through these clothes," she
finally said. Yeah, well, it wasn't her ass that I was looking at but I
moved over and helped her with the clothes and we finally found a couple
of short denim skirts and tight white tank tops that matched.
Allison drained the last of the wine from her glass and then said, "Oh,
one 'nother thing before we go," and she strips off her bra and starts
to get dressed. I guess I didn't even think about not following her
actions as I took off my own bra, pulled on my skirt and struggled into
the tank top. We put on the sandals that we'd bought that afternoon and
looked at each other. Oh man, with the short skirts, the spike heel
sandals and the tank tops that were so tight they looked, like, well,
they looked like they'd been painted on, Allison looked so sexy and I
had gotten so horny that I moved over and started to kiss her. "Time
enough for that, later," Allison said and we headed off to the movie.
You have to walk a little different when you're wearing high heels I'd
found out when I bought my first pair last year - like you have to swing
your hips a little more, or something. So Allison and I are walking
through the mall, headed toward the movie theatre, and I could clearly
see her breasts swinging back and forth under her tight tank top and I
could feel mine swinging the same way and I guess from some of the
stares we were getting from some guys that we were putting on a real
show. It must have been the wine I'd been drinking but I didn't care if
they stared at us. "Take a good look guys," I thought.
In the theatre, I talked Allison into sitting way over at the end two
seats in a dark corner and I kept trying to slip my hand up under her
skirt and she kept pushing my hand away. "Later," she whispered. So I'm
so horny that I had to do something so I slipped my hands up under my
tank top and played with my tits. Finally the movie was over and we were
walking back to the apartment and I'm beginning to wonder if I should
have eaten that third candy bar during the movie - on top of all the
wine and pizza that I'd had earlier. All of a sudden my stomach gave
this big lurch and I knew what was going to happen so I stopped walking
and bent over a snow bank and waited for the next lurch - which came
just about the time Allison realized that I'd stopped walking and turned
to look at me. "Whadda ya doing," she asked.
"What's it look like? I'm puking," I answered.
Finally the spasms were over with and I grabbed a little clean snow and
wiped off my mouth and we continued walking back to the apartment.
Actually, after I'd emptied my stomach I didn't feel all that bad and I
was looking forward to getting Allison into bed. So we get into the
apartment and I just asked her, "Bed?"
"Yeah, but do me a favor first. Brush your teeth and use some
mouthwash."
Man, that was the fastest teeth/mouthwash time that I'd ever set and
soon Allison and I were soon stripping each other's clothes off and in
bed and giggling and playing with each other. Guess it was the wine that
made us so horny but Allison screamed twice that night!
It was maybe a couple of weeks later that I finally told Allison what
the doctor had told me that second time I saw him. After several moments
of silence Allison asked, "So, like you're going to stay the way you
are?"
Oh man, "She doesn't like my body and she wants me to change back to
being a boy, or something," I thought and I started to cry.
"Oh Alexis, I didn't mean it to sound that way. You're so perfect now
that there's nothing about you that I would change - even if I could. I
love you just the way you are," and she moved over and embraced me and
we kissed. And I was still crying but now it was tears of happiness.
After fifteen minutes or so when I'd calmed down I pulled back a little
from her and with this worried look on my face I said, "Well, he did say
that there might be one additional change. He said that from my medical
history it appeared that the women on my mother's side of the family
have been big-breasted and these," as I cupped my tits, "might go up
another cup size over the next several years. But I hear that there's
this breast reduction surgery that you can have."
And now it was Allison that got this look of horror on her face as she
sort of stammered, "But ..... that would mean ..... oh ..... you can't
do that ..... because, uh ..... they're so beautiful, and ..... and I
like to play with them so much .....and ....."
I cut her off when the worried look on my face changed to a wicked grin
and I said, "Just kidding. Well, not about the cup size - just about the
breast reduction."
Allison's eyes got wide and she squealed, "You! You tricked me. Now
you've got to make it up to me in bed," and we ran off to the bedroom.
As we were relaxing afterward I suddenly said something. I don't know
why but it just sort of popped out, "Ya know, did you ever think about,
uh, well, us maybe getting married?"
"Yeah, sure," Allison answered, "look at us. You think we could get
married?"
"Well, technically at least, I guess that I'm still a boy - at least
that's what my birth certificate says."
Allison looked at me for a couple of seconds and then she got this huge
grin on her face and said, "Alexis, do you think we could wear matching
wedding gowns?"
And we both broke up at that, but then we looked at each other and we
were both thinking, "Well, why not?"
(The End)
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