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Day 4 - Tuesday
I blinked awake the next morning to find myself in the same position as I
had the day before - on my side with Nick snuggled behind me, still
asleep. Barely covering my ass as it was, the thin material of the
chemise made the feeling of Nick's cock against my rear even more
pronounced, and, I realized, all the more enjoyable.
There was no pressing urgency from my bladder this morning, so I decided
to make the most of the opportunity to explore my potential newfound
sexuality. Being careful to move slowly so as not to wake him, I shifted
myself so that the bulge of Nick's cock in his boxer briefs was against
my crack rather than pressing into my hip.
Even more slowly, barely daring to breathe, I began to rub myself against
him, feeling him get harder, spreading my buttocks apart as he did.
After a few gentle rubs, the satin skirt of the chemise slipped over the
top of his head, and a moan escaped my lips as I realized that all that
was between the hardness of his cock and my tightly puckered anus was the
material of his boxers and the thin strip of my panties. In that moment
I knew. I knew I wanted more. I didn't care if it meant I was gay or
whatever, I knew I had feelings for Nick and I knew I wanted to act on
those feelings.
At that thought, I felt a pressure quickly building inside of me. I bit
my lip to keep from screaming out as the most intense orgasm I'd ever
felt washed over me, flooding my panties with cum, all without my little
tucked back penis even being touched. I quickly pushed out from Nick,
running to the bathroom still jelly-legged from the orgasm, hoping that
he didn't see the sticky white fluid dripping down the inside of my legs
as he woke up, and hoping even more that I hadn't got any on him.
I locked the door behind me and stood, still slowly dripping, in the tub,
peeling off my chemise. I checked it over to make sure I hadn't stained
it, which fortunately I hadn't, and tossed it to the floor, before taking
the waistband of my panties and pulling them down, my penis giving out an
extra little dribble of cum as I did so.
Under the circumstances, I decided against removing the tape, and instead
turned on the shower, scrubbing my juices out of my thong as best as I
could, before hanging it up to dry and turning my attention to myself.
Under the hot, steamy shower, I had the time to think about what had just
happened and everything that had led up to it.
I'd spent the vast majority of the past few years living with, and
spending most days with Nick, yet I'd never had any of the kinds of
thoughts about him that I was suddenly experiencing. My mind wandered to
an image of myself naked, as Alex, with Nick, but found myself quickly
rejecting it and replacing it with a naked Alexis and Nick. After just a
day and half as one, did I really see myself as a girl, rather than the
boy I actually was? It was true that it'd had been an incredibly
enjoyable day and a half on every level, but would that still be true
after spending more time this way? If I returned home this way? If Nick
were to make love to me this way?
I snapped out of my daze as I suddenly realized that my right hand had
crept down to rub at my crotch while my left was absent-mindedly circling
the nipple of my fake breast. No! Bad hands! Not helping at all!
I stopped myself from anymore fondling and finished up washing my body
and hair. Once dry, I again wrapped a towel around my body and another
around my head. Leaving my thong where it hung to dry over the towel
rail, I picked up my chemise, took a deep breath trying in vain to calm
my nerves, and stepped back out into the bedroom.
Nick was standing with his back to me, and as I walked back into the
room, he began to try to sidle past me, all the while not looking once in
my direction.
"Is... is s-something wrong?" I stuttered, afraid to hear his response.
"No, nothing," he mumbled. "Well, something. It's embarrassing, I can't
tell you."
Oh god, I'd really messed up. Still, I knew we needed to get this out in
the open or it'd destroy the both of us. Dreading his response, I
quietly whispered, "Remember what you said on our... our first night
together... that I could tell you anything, that I could trust you. That
goes both ways."
He sighed. "You're right... I'm... Look, I just don't know quite how to
say this..."
"Go on," I responded, part of me not really wanting him to.
"I... Well, I think I had a wet dream," he said, turning to face me with
a pained expression on his face, the evidence of my indiscretion covering
the front of his boxers in thick white globules. "I mean, I woke up
covered in... this, with a raging hard-on and all sorts of dirty thoughts
running through my head, so..."
I knew I should tell him the truth, but I just couldn't. What if he
didn't react well? Despite all our time together I had absolutely no
idea what his feelings were on gays, but I did know his parents were
card-carrying, Palin-worshipping, Christian Republicans and what that
meant for THEIR probable feelings. Nick had always seemed a lot more
laid back than all that, and I knew he had no interest in going to
church, but how could I know for sure what that meant for our situation?
I faked a giggle at his discomfort, feeling it all the more intensely
myself, and he turned back to the bathroom.
"Look, I'm just going to go shower and clean up, I'd appreciate it if you
didn't -"
"Don't worry," I interrupted, "it's already forgotten. And forgiven, if
the dream was about me." There I went, trying to push buttons again.
Nick went into the bathroom without another word, and to take my mind off
things, I turned to picking out my outfit for the day. As much as I
wanted to attract Nick's attention, I still wasn't ready for a bikini, so
the beach was still out, but I knew beautiful and sexy didn't stop at
tiny and revealing.
After what seemed like a long shower, Nick finally came out of the
bathroom, finally able to look me in the eye again. He still didn't say
anything, moving past me to get dressed. I took my clothes into the
bathroom and began anew the process of fixing my hair and makeup.
By now, the steps I needed to take were almost second nature, and by the
time I was only half-done, I could already see I was doing a much better
job, getting much closer to the look that talented professional Kimi had
produced. Everything was done in a much shorter time too, though I was
still taking a lot of care to not make any mistakes.
The light cotton sundress I had chosen for today was a sultry solid red,
trimmed in white at the hem and cleavage, lightly underwired on the
bustline and belted with a wide white sash. Of course the lingerie
matched the dress, in satin, which I was fast discovering to be a
wonderfully sensual material, as did the cute shoes I squeezed and
buckled on to my feet. If Nick could resist me in this, I knew my
feelings were going to end in frustration.
Alas, resist me he did. In fact, as we spent the day touring Pearl
Harbor, he seemed a little distant. I knew that one of his grandfathers
had died during the Korean war, and that maybe the memorial was making
him consider the loss of a man that'd never been a part of his life
outside of stories and photographs, but I knew in my heart that it was
more about what had happened this morning, and I could only wonder if he
suspected the truth of whose semen had stained the front of his shorts.
I tried keeping the conversation as light as possible given the subject
at hand, and did an admirable job at keeping the topics away from the
friendship triangle of Nick, Alex and Alexis. He joined in, to an
extent, but I could tell that his mind was elsewhere.
I started to feel the frustration of the situation building inside me,
and all of a sudden, as we were taking the boat back to land from the USS
Arizona memorial, I felt myself burst into tears. Within milliseconds,
Nick's arm was around my shoulder, his face close to mine.
"Alexis, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" he whispered.
"I... I don't know, I guess... all those lost lives..." I lied, unable to
put into words what I was really feeling. "I just... it's senseless, you
know?"
"I know," he replied, drawing me to his chest and holding me tight, "it's
incredible to think of everything that happened back then, all the men
that fought and died for their countries. On both sides," he added.
"You must be thinking of your grandfather," I sobbed, after a moment of
silence between us, my words muffled by his chest.
"Yeah. I mean obviously I never knew him, but what he died doing,
whoever's future he was fighting for in that pointless war, it makes me
wonder. Like, if he'd be proud of me, the way I've lived my life so far,
especially after I bombed out of my chosen career in such spectacular
fashion."
I looked up at him. "I think he would," I said, rubbing the tears away
from my eyes. "You're a good man, you stand up for your principles and
your friends. Football doesn't matter - at the end of the day, it's just
a game. What matters is what you do, the way you act and how it affects
those around you. I can't think of a single person whose life you
haven't improved in at least some small way, just by being you."
"Even you? After... you know," he said, stroking his hand down the side
of my dress.
"Especially me. I won't pretend it was my choice to be like this, but I
also won't pretend I'm not a better person for doing so. I think it's
helped me understand myself a lot better, not to mention women as a
group. I tell you, I'll never complain again about how long it takes a
girl to go to the bathroom, or about having to leave the seat down."
He smiled as I giggled at my own joke, then kissed me on the forehead.
God, how I wish I'd tilted my head up just then!
"Thank you Alexis, that really means a lot to me to hear you say that. I
know my life has been better with you in it too." Wait, did he mean me
in general or specifically Alexis? Ugh, why did I have to keep
overanalyzing everything he says or does?
He continued to hold me in his embrace until it was clear my crying fit
was over, coincidentally as the boat pulled back into its dock, gently
running his hands down my arms as he let me go.
"Thank you for holding me, Nicky." I weakly smiled at him. "I'm sorry
for letting myself go like that."
"Don't be," he replied, "I'd much rather someone displayed their
emotions, rather than bottling them all up. It'd be a terrible thing to
never be able to cry at something that upset you."
At the concierge's suggestion, we decided to head out of the main city
for dinner, to what was described as a fabulous little out-of-the-way
seafood place in Makaha on the Western shore. We had changed again, Nick
wearing smart-looking khakis topped with a burgundy shirt and tie, me
into another of Alexis' little black dresses, a tight, clingy little
number that made every movement feel ever so sexy. My heart wasn't
really in it though - I just knew Nick would never be mine, despite the
moment we had shared earlier on the boat. It was clear to me that he
didn't see me as anything but his friend, and I just didn't want to risk
losing that friendship by trying harder to attract him.
As we ate (and, true to form, fabulous it was), I began to wonder what my
future held. It was beginning to seem like I'd have a hard time
returning to my male life - I'd never before imagined how good it would
feel to live as a woman, and wasn't sure I'd be able to give it up, but
would things be the same back home, where I would have to face my family
and friends and live with the decision in the real world? Would I be
able to do so without Nick being anything more than friend? I was so
lost in my thoughts, it was a moment before I realized Nick was looking
pointedly at me, expecting an answer to an unheard question.
"I'm sorry?"
He laughed, "I said 'a penny for your thoughts?' Clearly you were
thinking them pretty hard given that you didn't hear me."
"Oh I was just... I was just thinking about what it's going to be like to
go back to my old life." I decided to go with the truth, or at least a
version of it. "You know, if I'll be able to go back to being a guy
again, or if I'll have the urge to dress up every now and then, or even
if I'd want to remain transitioned full-time to being a girl and have to
face up to my family and friends as one."
"Wow, no wonder you didn't hear me. That's definitely some deep, life-
altering stuff you've got going on in there. You're enjoying being a
girl that much that you'd consider staying one?"
"I am, but... I mean it's one thing being one here on vacation, staying
on this island paradise, but what about back in reality? Where there's
college and jobs and responsibilities and other people to think about?"
He thought about it for a moment, his brows knitting together in a rather
pleasing manner. "I think you have to do what's right for you. What you
said earlier about living your life so that you're a positive impact on
those around you, well I think that has to start with yourself. Like, if
you're not happy in yourself, how can you possibly make others in your
life happy too? There's plenty of time in life for responsibilities.
While we're young, our prime responsibility is getting ourselves into a
position where taking care of jobs and families and things will be able
to come easily. If we're not happy with ourselves now, it'll be that
much harder to be happy later in life." He paused. "If it helps, you
can cross me off your list of potential people to worry about, I'm cool
with whatever you decide. I like both Alex and Alexis, and I'd like to
think I'd still be best friends with whichever one flies back home at the
end of Spring Break."
"Oh Nick, I'm not sure what to say!" I said, feeling the tears welling up
a little again, "Your friendship means the world to me, so... that..."
"Hey, hey, I know what I said earlier about showing emotions, but don't
go getting too soppy on me," he joked.
I smiled, wiping my eyes. "You've given me a lot to think about.
Really. I mean there's plenty of time to make decisions, but I think
that helps."
"Glad I could be of service. Just be sure I'm the first one you tell
when you make a decision." He smiled back, giving my hand a squeeze as
he did.
We went through the same bedtime ritual we had developed over the last
two nights, my side of it becoming quicker, the more practice I was
getting, though I thought I noticed a flash of what looked like
disappointment on Nick's face when he saw me wearing the flannel pajamas
again. Once we were both in bed, Nick rolled toward me and gave me a
tight hug.
"What was that for?" I asked.
"I know we've both had a lot on our minds today, and you probably with a
lot more reason than me. I guess I just wanted to say I'm sorry if I
seemed off at any point. I also wanted you to know that I meant what I
said at dinner, that I'd support you whatever decision you make about
your future."
I returned his hug with as much force as I could, kissing his cheek as I
did. "Thanks Nick, you're the best friend a girl - or guy - could have."
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