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Day 3 - Monday
A small but intense pain in my bladder woke me the next morning, along
with a dry mouth from all the alcohol I had drunk. I had to pee bad, but
I had another problem to deal with first - at some point in the night,
Nick had rolled over and was spooning me, his arm draped over my waist,
snoring gently into my ear. Not only that, but I could feel something
pressing against the top of my butt. Not hard, but definitely there.
Somewhat distressingly, I wasn't at all disturbed by the thought of
Nick's penis rubbing against me, in fact I felt a slight smile creep
across my face at the thought. What on earth was wrong with me?
Still, needs must, so I nudged him in the ribs with my elbow. He snorted
and I whispered "Let me up, I have to pee!" He raised his arm just long
enough for me to scoot out from under him and I ran to the bathroom.
He was awake and sitting up once I came out of the bathroom, trying
awfully hard not to look me in the eye.
"Sorry about, you know. I guess I forgot where I was and who I was with.
I'll move to the couch tonight for sure."
"Don't worry about it." I smiled, meaning it. "It's been a while since
I woke up spooning with someone. Admittedly I'm usually the big spoon,
but I won't pretend it didn't feel nice the other way around."
He blushed, and quickly changed the topic of conversation. "Hey, I
figure you're probably going to need some extra time in the bathroom this
morning. I was thinking while you're getting yourself ready, I'd go for
a quick run to wake up, then shower and get dressed when I get back, then
we can go downstairs together for breakfast."
"Sounds good to me. Kimi said she barely did any work on me last night,
but I know I'm going to need a few attempts to get things right, so I
probably do need some time to myself."
"Ok," he said, grabbing his running shoes out of the closet, "what do you
want to do today?"
"Well I know we came here for the beach, but I'm just not sure I'm ready
to be around people while wearing only a bikini."
He grinned. "Shame, but I figured as much. We could take a drive over
to the North shore. I know that Japanese temple is over there somewhere,
so we could go explore that."
"Sounds delightful! Huh, there I go again." We both laughed at my
choice of words, but I noticed a strange look flash across Nick's face.
He left, and I went to the closet to pick out my outfit for the day. I
realized I could use this time to explore the lingerie I'd wanted to try
on last night, but I really didn't know how long it was going to take to
get ready. I settled on a white sundress with a purple floral pattern
that rose from the hem, thinning out as it reached the bodice. I held it
up against me noticing how the high, tapered waistline would have the
skirt likely flare around my hips. Turning to my underwear drawer, I
picked out a simple white cotton thong and matching bra to wear, and left
my selection on the bed.
I decided I ought to try out taping myself back for myself, so I took the
solvent and applied it as Kimi had directed to the tape. She hadn't been
kidding about the sting, but once the tape was removed, and I'd massaged
some life back into my slightly aching genitals, it quickly subsided.
Seeing the contrast in the mirror between my bust and my crotch made me
see some humor in my situation, and I chuckled a little to myself as I
stepped under the shower.
I used the opportunity and the excuse of lathering myself to give myself
a good feel-up, comparing (surprisingly favorably) the texture of my fake
breasts with my real skin. Though they felt slightly rubbery to the
touch, the weight and the way they moved as I squeezed and massaged
seemed quite realistic. All of a sudden I realized that, though there
was obviously no sensation from the breasts themselves, the way they
pulled on my real chest was quite a turn on, and I discovered that my
forgotten penis was begging for some attention of its own.
I reached down with my right hand to grip and squeeze him, even as I
continued to grope myself with my left. Not knowing how long Nick was
going to be gone, I fairly well molested myself, and my orgasm was fast
and furious. After taking a moment to catch my breath, I washed my body,
enjoying the way my smooth skin felt, and both shampooed and conditioned
my hair for the first time in my life.
Drying off, I wrapped my hair in a towel as I'd seen so many girls do,
and turned my attention to the first task of re-feminizing myself - the
tape.
I decided the best way to go about it was to sit on the floor and use the
wall to help me spread my legs open. Working more by my memory of how it
had felt the night before, rather than by sight, I pushed my testicles up
inside me, pulling my penis firmly back to hold them in place. I grabbed
the piece of tape I had already torn off and, hoping I'd done everything
right, stuck it in place.
Pulling myself back to a standing position, I saw the smooth flatness I
had already come to expect, and walking around the room a little, felt no
sign of any tugging on my skin that would suggest I'd stuck it down
wrong. Success!
Next up was my hair. Without even thinking about what I was doing, I
wrapped my towel around my body, tying it off so it would sit over my
boobs like a short, fluffy dress, then pulled off the other towel from my
wet hair.
I began to go through the motions that Kimi had described to me, using
the hairbrush to guide the direction, even as the dryer did its work,
then using some spray to hold it all in place. I examined my handiwork
in the rapidly desteaming mirror - I hadn't quite managed to recreate the
same effortless-looking waves that Kimi had produced, but for a first
effort, it wasn't bad, even if I did say so myself. I'd certainly done a
nice job of framing my face, and again I noticed how much it slimmed my
neck.
I decided I ought to get dressed before working on my makeup, in order to
reduce the chance of smearing. Starting by rubbing moisturizer all over
my body (another first), I enjoyed the sensations of my lotion covered
hands massaging my soft, smooth skin. I stepped out of the bathroom and
walked back to the bed, noticing as I did that I seemed to be walking
more on the balls of my feet, I supposed replicating the way I'd had to
walk in the heels last night.
I pulled up my thong, still enjoying the sensation of it sliding into
place, then clipped my bra into place behind my back, ensuring that my
breasts were nicely settled into the cups and the straps were correctly
positioned. The sundress did not have a zipper, so I raised it over my
head and pulled my arms through the wide straps. Tugging the dress over
my boobs proved to be a little bit of work, but I finally got it over
them, feeling it fall into place over my hips and thighs, the edges of
the hem tickling at my thighs where it touched them.
I returned to the bathroom and began the daunting task of putting on my
makeup. I tried as best I could to follow Kimi's instructions, but the
first two attempts ended up being way too heavy, almost clownlike. I
started over for the third time, going much lighter with everything and
waiting until I'd done a first pass everywhere before going back and
touching up if needed. Slowly the gorgeous face from last night was
hoving into view, and while I still felt like I'd messed one or two
things up, I decided that those would come with practice and decided to
call it done before I wasted anymore time or supplies.
Remembering there was a small jewelry box on the chest of drawers in the
bedroom, I checked through it, pulling out a pair of silver stud earrings
set with amethyst, and matching necklace, all of which I clipped into
place. I had kept the bracelets and rings, including my "wedding" ring,
on overnight.
I mentally checked off everything that I had done the night before with
Kimi - was I missing anything? Of course, shoes! I wasn't going to get
very far today without them!
I swept back to the closet, trying and failing to suppress a small smile
as I felt the clothes and jewelry replicate my movements, and looked
again at the shoes. Trying as best I could to think about matching
colors as well as practicality, I decided on a white-strapped cork wedge
sandal, with what appeared to be small rhinestones set at intervals
across the straps.
I sat on the edge of the bed, squeezed my toes into the front of the
shoes, pulled the back strap up over the back of my heel to my ankle and
stood again, watching my every move in the closet door mirror. Looking
at myself, I honestly could not believe that this time yesterday, I'd
thrown on my jeans and t-shirt, done pretty much nothing with my hair and
prepared to go about my day as a guy. The vision I saw in the mirror was
the complete opposite, a pretty, stylish, flirty-looking young woman,
coiffed, made up and dressed for a fun day trip with her, admittedly
pretend, husband.
I swirled my skirt around my hips, posing, imagining a camera clicking
away taking shots of my every movement, and as I lost myself in my
daydream I suddenly heard the door open and Nick strode in, his gray
running vest sticking to his chest where he had been sweating, his arms,
shoulders and legs glistening. He was talking as he walked into the
bedroom, wiping his face off with the towel that was around his
shoulders.
"Phew! It's been a while since I ran in sand, I'd forgotten how hard it
could be. I think I'll need to rub some Bengay into my knee once I've
showered, it feels a little sore after that. Oh my, Alexis... is it
possible you actually got even better looking than you were last night?
That dress looks amazing on you!"
I positively beamed at him for the compliment, even as I felt a lump rise
in my throat as he stripped off his vest, baring his glistening six-pack
abs. My god, was I actually... attracted to him? Or was it just because
he had said such nice things about my appearance? I should have been,
but honestly wasn't, sure.
Thankfully, I didn't have to dwell on it for the moment, as he stepped
into the bathroom to shower off. I busied myself tidying up the vest and
shorts he'd left lying on the ground, wondering why I was tidying up
after him even as I did it.
In no time at all I heard the shower shut off, and I went out to the
kitchenette, more to not have to see him step out in only a towel than to
pour the glass of water I told myself I was getting. In a tiny fraction
of the time it had taken me to get ready he was there standing beside me,
dressed in checkered shorts and a blue polo that showed off his muscular
arms without drawing (much) attention to them. I was getting a little
worried that I was starting to notice these kinds of things, but Nick
interrupted my thoughts.
"Ready for breakfast? I know we ate well last night, but I'm starving
after that run. I've heard they have a great buffet here, so I hope you
brought an appetite! Come on, let's go." He said, reaching for my hand
and holding it in his as we walked out of the room. "Sorry about the
hand-holding," He said in a low voice, "but I figure if we're going to
pretend to be married, we should at least try and look the part."
True to his word, the hotel breakfast buffet was amazing. Nick helped
himself to a plateful of bacon, eggs and potatoes, as well as a freshly
prepared order of French toast. I found that I wasn't all that hungry
though, whether because I'd eaten so well the night before or, more
likely, because I was trying to concentrate on not thinking about the way
I had felt when Nick had come into the room that morning, or when he had
held my hand walking through the hotel. Though tasty for sure, I picked
at my ham and cheese omelet, and decided to hand it off to a waiter when
Nick went to get us each an apple.
"All done?" he asked on his return, "OK, I'll go get them to bring up the
car from the garage, you'd best go back to the room and get your purse."
Ah, I knew there'd be something I'd forgotten. Thankfully, Nick had
remembered. Wait, why thankfully? All that was in my purse was makeup,
and I was supposed to be a guy, not needing that stuff. Wasn't I?
Still, I did as he said, emptying the contents of the small black purse
into a somewhat bigger, tan canvas one. I added my wallet, realizing as
I did that maybe I did need a purse, now I had no pockets, as well as
Nick's camera, before noticing that he'd also left his phone behind and
adding that too. Slinging it on to my shoulder, I strode out of the room
and rejoined Nick in the lobby.
Him opening the doors for me almost seemed second nature by now, and soon
enough we were on the highway, heading outside of Honolulu for the first
time. With the help of the GPS navigation on Nick's phone (for which he
had thanked me profusely for remembering to bring), we explored the North
side of the island, finding small hamlets on near deserted beaches,
gazing in awe at the ridge of mountains down the middle of the island,
while excitedly trying to guess the exact spot of Hurley's golf course
and other scenes from Lost (was it really only yesterday we had been
doing the same thing in the city? It already seemed a lifetime ago), and
eventually driving through the cemetery that led to the Shinto temple.
The whole time we had been driving, we had fallen back into the easy
chatter of two old friends and my thoughts from earlier that morning had
slipped from my mind. Once we arrived at the temple and Nick took my
hand again as we strolled across the bridge leading to it, it all came
flooding back and as Nick was silently gazing all around him, I had
nothing to distract me from analyzing them.
Yes, it was true that ever since I'd become Alexis, things were a little
different between the two of us, but different how, exactly? Was it all
down to the husband/wife pretense that Nick had sold to Kimi, or was it
more than that? After all, I'd already admitted to myself and him that
I'd enjoyed the feeling of him spooning with me that morning, and I was
even fond of the way were walking now, hand-in-hand or me holding his
arm. Could I really put that down to the way I currently was dressed or
was there more to it?
Nick broke my thoughts again, insisting that he take a photo of me on the
bridge with the temple in the background.
"Why though? It's not like we can ever show it to anyone."
"True, but I'd like to be able to remember this moment. It's not every
day you're in Hawaii with a beautiful girl, even if she isn't all that
she seems."
I relented which gave way to more and more snapshots, me ringing the
giant bell at the entrance, removing my shoes (yet still standing on my
toes, for some reason) to enter the temple, sitting under a tree with my
skirt spread around me, laughing as I felt the koi nibbling at my toes
after dipping them in the large pond that circled the temple, repainting
my big toenail after noticing that one of the koi had nibbled some of it
right off.
Nick was perfectly content to take photos of me without appearing in any
himself, up until another couple offered to take a photo of the two of us
together. I was all ready to decline, but Nick gratefully took them up
on the offer. Standing back on the bridge again, Nick rested his arm on
my shoulder, pulling me close to him, while I wrapped mine around his
waist, all of which serving to remind just how much shorter than him I
was, even in the heels. The camera came back to us with a picture of the
two of us, grinning like maniacs. I noticed however that, while I was
looking at the camera, he was glancing down toward me.
"I can't help it," he explained, "Even if it wasn't for your face and
your pretty smile, those boobs..."
I slugged him. "Hey!" he laughed. "I'm sorry but it's true, your
cleavage is spectacular. Even though I know they're not real, I just
can't help but feel my eyes drawn there."
"It does look pretty good," I admitted. "Feels kinda good too," I added,
wondering if I was oversharing.
"Oh yeah? Maybe you'll have to let me judge for myself one of these
days," he joked, prompting another punch to the arm from me.
"In your dreams, buddy. These," I said, gesturing to my chest, "are off
limits." I wondered even as I said it whether I was telling the truth.
Better for now to have both of us believe that I was.
We continued our way Northwest, stopping at a lonely beachside restaurant
for a late lunch of grilled shrimp. After eating, Nick took my hand
again, and led me down to the beach. We sat side-by-side on the sand,
leaning back against a large dry rock, and gazed out to the rolling waves
in front of us.
"Alexis," Nick said, breaking the silence, "I know this isn't exactly
what either of us were expecting from this vacation, but I wouldn't want
to be here with anyone else right now. Well, except maybe Heidi Klum,
but that's different." I laughed at his joke. "What I mean is, I know
I'd be having just as good a time with Alex, but I'm having a lot of fun
being here with Alexis. It's... different, you know?"
"Yes, I think I know." I smiled, remembering I'd used the same turn of
phrase the night before. "Different in a good way?"
"Certainly not in a bad way."
He put his hand over mine, where it rested on my thigh. "I'm really
proud of you, you know."
"Why?"
"When I suggested it, I thought you'd freak out, which admittedly you did
a little bit, but ever since then, you've taken everything that's been
thrown at you in your stride. I know if I was in your position, I
wouldn't have taken things nearly as well as you have. And that's a huge
understatement."
"Thanks Nick. I must admit, it's been a little disconcerting how
naturally I've picked up all of this, but it's been enjoyable so far, you
know, seeing how the other side lives a little. I'd been dreading
getting through the rest of this vacation from the moment I stepped into
that salon, but since then I've kind of come to accept it, even look
forward to it in some ways. It's definitely helped that you've been so
supportive so far. And I could certainly get used to all the doors being
opened for me and how quickly we were served in the restaurant up there!"
He laughed. "Didn't I tell you so? Come on," he said, standing and
reaching down to offer me a hand up, "If we hurry, we'll have time to
drive over to the beach where they filmed the crash! I Googled it last
night while you were at the salon."
I smiled at him, back in geek-out mode, and taking his hand, he lifted me
easily back to my feet, once again giving me an opportunity to
contemplate how much stronger than me he was as we strolled back up the
path to the car.
We enjoyed the rest of the day, even though the former crash site set
just looked like any other stretch of beach we'd passed. Still, it was
still kind of cool to know that we were standing at least somewhere close
to where the raft had been built, to where Locke had discovered he could
walk again, and all the other moments we'd enjoyed over the years.
By the time we arrived back at the hotel it was dark and getting quite
late. Nick suggested just grabbing a burger or something at the hotel
bar, which I happily agreed to, but while he went to order the first
drinks, I decided I needed to freshen up a little and headed back to the
room.
I got into a little trouble trying to take off my dress, but I soon
realized that if I crossed my arms and bunched the skirt up around my
waist, I could lift it off in one go, besides catching on my breasts as
it went up, that is.
I brushed away the sand that had stuck to my legs, noticing that I'd
started to develop some faint tan lines around my bust and thighs.
Strangely, I discovered that the fake breasts even seemed to have tanned
a little where my cleavage had been exposed and I seriously had to wonder
just how much money Nick had spent on these things.
For beer and burgers I decided I didn't need to be dressed fancy, and
worked the jeans up my legs to my waist. I quickly discovered that,
unlike men's jeans, the material was soft and somewhat stretchy, so what
had looked to be an impossible task to get them closed, actually turned
out to be relatively easy. I couldn't help but admire the way the tight
blue material looked on me, lifting and slightly separating my buttocks
and emphasizing my hips in a very sexy manner, as well as displaying my
smooth crotch and giving my thighs a delightful curve.
I pulled on a pastel pink t-shirt with the word "star" emblazoned across
the chest, fluffed my hair where it had gone a little flat, and touched
up my makeup a little, before heading back downstairs to Nick, waiting at
the bar.
He sat on a stool at the end of the bar with two mai-tais sitting in
front of him, so I climbed up and perched on the stool next to his.
"You look good in those jeans, very sexy" he said, almost absent-
mindedly, "I have to admit I thought you'd wear them earlier today seeing
as they're a little more like your normal clothes. It was a very
pleasant surprise to see you wearing the dress this morning."
"Thanks." I blushed at the compliment, "I figured that's mostly what my
wardrobe consists of, so I may as well get used to wearing them."
Actually that was a complete lie, for some reason I hadn't even
considered wearing anything but one of the sundresses this morning. I
realized that I had wanted to look pretty and flirty in a dress, but was
it for my benefit or for Nick's? Sooner or later I was going to have to
figure out just what direction my subconscious was taking me in. I
couldn't spend the next two weeks second guessing and overanalyzing my
every move.
We ordered and ate our food, talking about the day we'd spent together
and Nick snapping a few more pictures of me. This time he agreed to let
me take some of him, on the condition that we also get some more
together, him holding the camera at arm's length to take the photo while
he had me snuggle up against his shoulder. It still amazed me just how
normal all of this felt - it certainly wasn't a pose we'd have done if my
suitcase wasn't lost.
After splitting dessert, a gooey chocolate lava cake, and a couple more
drinks, we headed back to the room. Once again, Nick offered to sleep on
the couch, and once again I rebuffed him, though again having him watch
some TV while I got ready for bed.
Feeling a little tipsy, I decided I wanted to get a rise out of Nick,
maybe see if I could figure out some of the strange things going on in my
head. After hanging up my clothes, peeling off my bra and clearing the
makeup off my face, I placed the pink flannel pajamas back in the drawer
where I'd taken them from last night, and instead picked up one of the
nightdresses.
It turned out to be a silky-feeling, lavender satin chemise, the hem of
which was barely inches below my buttocks once I'd pulled it on over my
head. I sat my breasts into the unwired cups, running my hands down my
body, feeling the electric sensations of the satin against my smooth
skin.
Smiling to myself, I opened the bedroom door and called to Nick that he
could use the bathroom. He stopped in his tracks as soon as he saw me,
his eyes practically out on stalks, his mouth open.
"It's not often you're lost for words, Nick. See something you like?" I
teased.
He began to nod, then quickly shook his head as if to clear it.
"Bathroom," he squeaked, gently pushing past me.
I climbed into bed feeling a little confused and disappointed. Had I
really wanted him to do or say more? He came out of the bathroom,
climbing into the bed beside me. For a moment he looked at me, with his
mouth screwed to the side in thought, but then rolled over and turned out
the light with a grunted "Goodnight."
I lay in the dark staring at the ceiling, more confused now than ever. I
just didn't know what I wanted anymore, but it seemed like if I really
did have feelings for my friend, besides what we already had, then those
feelings were one-sided. If Nick had truly thought all those compliments
he'd given me earlier, wouldn't he have acted on them? Or was it the
knowledge of who I really was stopping him?
Eventually I drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
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