Just Another Day In Paradise - Day 7 free porn video

Just a quick note to anyone who has been following this story on each release day - firstly, thank you for all the wonderful reviews! Makes a girl's heart soar to read them! ;-) Secondly, the daily updates of the story will be taking a short break in the coming week as I go on my own Spring Break vacation (if only mine could go similar to Alexis' so far...). Hopefully I should get the next two chapters written and uploaded before I go, as they'll likely be on the shorter side, but you'll have to wait a little while for the story's climax. Well they do say you should always leave them hungry for more... :-) If you'd like to contact me to discuss the story so far or just to chat, I'd love to hear from you! You'll find my email linked in a comment on Day 5. Day 7 - Friday For the first time since we arrived in Hawaii, Nick was awake before me. As my eyes slowly fluttered open, still heavy with sleep, I found him leaning on his elbow above me, a smile on his face. "What are you doing?" I sleepily asked. "Just watching you sleep. You looked so peaceful I didn't want to wake you." He paused, waiting for the smile to fully creep across my face and my lips to open to thank him, before continuing. "Well, except for when you let one rip. That kinda spoiled the moment." He laughed as I swung my pillow at him, then grabbed his too, looking to shield himself from the soft, fluffy, pain-free blows I rained down on him, laughing all the more until I was joining in. Eventually, worn out from the exertion, I flopped back to the bed and he joined me, still snickering a little to himself. We lay there for a moment, both breathing heavily, until I turned to look at him. "I know we just sort of got a little exercise for the day, but I think you may have mentioned something about a run yesterday?" He grinned. "I knew you'd be jonesing. Meth addicts are better at waiting for their next fix than you are." "Hey, I like to keep myself fit. And now I've got to make sure I look good naked for someone, not to mention looking good in revealing swimsuits, I should be working even harder at it, not slacking off like I have for the last week. Not to mention," I added, rolling on to my front so that the curve of my rear was prominently displayed through the sheer material of my nightgown, "that it's very well-known that running gives you firm, perky glutes. You do want me to have a nice pert booty, don't you Nicky?" "Well when you put it that way, why the hell are we still in bed?!" Though Nick usually preferred to take a series of short, quick runs, practically sprints, with breaks in between, a throwback to his football playing days, he deferred to my preference for a longer distance for today. We took Kalakaua Avenue, running alongside the beachgoers on Waikiki Beach, before heading down to the road ringing the bottom of the massive Diamond Head Crater. I could run a 10K like this in my sleep, but we had to stop quite a few times for Nick to suck in a little air, his big, muscular frame not really suited to such endurance running. He'd also brought his camera with him, snapping a few photos of either me or the view before we continued on. It was odd, running alongside Nick, though not because of the tight spandex clothes I wore being so different to the loose fitting shorts and vest I would have normally sported, nor even because of the way my breasts moved with each step. Though the tight, t-backed sports bra did a pretty good job of holding everything in place (not to mention helping to expose and fill in some tanlines on my shoulders), it didn't completely prevent them from bouncing on my chest, and while I was secretly grateful that Nick had to stop every now and then, giving my chest a break, I figured it was all part of the territory and I'd have to get used to it anyway. No, the odd thing was that, after spending the majority of this week doing things so foreign, so alien to my old life and taking it all in my stride like it was nothing, now I was doing something that had been second nature to me previously, and in some ways it felt like I was doing it all wrong. I found myself stumbling once or twice, and though I outwardly blamed it on the boobs, or not quite being used to the new shoes yet, I couldn't help but wonder inwardly if it was because I'd gotten so used to being on my toes from the heels I'd been wearing every day. After all, I'd had no problem running up the steep hill road from Hanauma Bay the other day while wearing 3 inches of heel. The biggest thing, though, was that I had previously used running as a way to clear my head. If I had a big test or paper to prepare for, I always took a long run before starting as my mind was so much clearer and prepared to take in the information I needed afterward. Similarly, if I'd had a rough day, a run helped ease the tensions and relax me. Now though, I found my mind racing as fast as my legs, whether I had made the right decision to transition, whether my friends and family would accept me, whether Nick's family would accept me, for that matter, and whether I could face up to my future, should those around me not. I was still positive that I was Alexis, not Alex, but that 100% certainty that I had felt just the day before was dipping with every step, and every troubling thought, I took. I began to question myself, how this new personality had appeared so suddenly, just from wearing different clothes, whether it had been a mere reaction to circumstance, or if it really had been something laying deep under the surface of my subconscious that had finally been awakened. I had to stop. I had to think. I spotted a lonely bench facing out to the ocean and flopped down on to it, waving Nick, who had straggled behind a little, over to me. "What's up?" he asked, concern etched on his face, as he bent over, hands on knees. "Did you get a cramp or something? I find that happens a lot if I haven't worked out in a while." It took me a moment to gather my thoughts enough to respond. "Nick, am I doing the right thing?" "Well, except for stumbling over yourself a little on that hill back there, your form looks fine to me, you wouldn't know you'd never run with boobs before." "This isn't the time for jokes Nick, I'm serious," I snapped, my frustration with myself boiling over on to him, "Am I doing the right thing? Transitioning, taking the hormones, becoming a girl full-time?" He finally sat down next to me, one hand resting lightly on my shoulder, the other on my knee. "What's going on, Alexis? I mean, you were so sure yesterday, and the doctor clearly thought you were too... what's changed?" "Nothing, really. Well, everything, obviously, but nothing since yesterday. It's just... I can't stop all these thoughts going through my head. Like, what if this is all just a reaction to the situation? I mean, what if I put my old clothes back on again and it was like nothing had happened, I was back to being Alex again? Is it really possible for something as... as huge, as crazy, as defining and life-changing as thinking you should be not only a completely different person, but a different gender, if it's possible for that to just be lying under the surface, completely unknown, completely hidden away until something wakes it? Something as simple as putting on a dress or panties for the first time? "And I keep coming back to the whole 'this is just a vacation' thing. What if, when we're back home, my parents react badly to all this? God forbid, disown me, like Kimi's did? What if your parents do the same and refuse to let you be with me, or cut you off or whatever? It's not just my life I'm changing here, it's yours too, our families, our friends. God, even my classes and my job." His arm snaked around my back and he drew me to him, my head resting against his shoulder. I felt like I should have been crying, and yet I wasn't, my emotions strangely silent beyond the frustration with my own behavior. Was this another sign of Alex peeking back through? "Look, I'm no psychologist, but I'm going to try something here. Do you love me?" "I... I think so." "You think so?" "No, I know so. But-" "No buts, do you love me?" "You know I do. I've never loved anyone like this before, it's just-" "It's just you aren't sure if it's a figment of your imagination from wearing a dress for a few days. Look Alexis, like I said, I'm no psychologist, but I think that if 'Alex' was still truly hidden away in there, the Alex I've lived with for the last three years I mean, just waiting for you to put on his clothes again, I don't think he'd have let you fall in love with me. Let's face it, that'd be one seriously awkward conversation on both sides when he came back. "I can't say for sure about the whole waking a hidden personality trait thing, but there's small things that change within us throughout life all the time, so why not something bigger like this too? I mean I used to absolutely HATE olives, and now I can't get enough of them. Look, I can only say what I see from observing you these past few days, and what I see is someone who is kind and loving, strong and independent, fiercely loyal, fun-loving, smart... the list goes on, and while the whole list applies to both Alex and Alexis, everything good on it is stronger, more defined as Alexis. Besides that, the only real difference is that one of them has realized that she wasn't born in the right body and is bravely taking the steps to correct that. If you woke something hidden away inside you, it was a good something. "And as far as our families go... well from what I've seen of your parents, it's possible they may not understand at first, they may even be angry or resentful for a while, but they clearly love you and I'm positive they will go on loving you whether you're their son or their daughter. My family... well... while one does not simply walk into Mordor, we SHALL pass that bridge when we come to it, and if they cut me off, we'll just find a way to make it work. I know it's horribly, HORRIBLY cheesy to quote Bon Jovi, but we've got each other and that's a lot for love." I couldn't help but smile at him. "You're such a cheeseball. Bon Jovi was bad enough, but Lord of the Rings too? How on earth did you become a jock? You're clearly more cut out to be a geek, like me." "I prefer to think of myself as a jeek. Or a gock," he said, nose raised in the air fake-pretentiously. I laughed, despite myself. "Thanks, I needed that." "They used to tell me I used humor as a defense mechanism, but I just laughed that off... Because it hurt too much." I couldn't help but giggle again, despite the cheesiness, and I reached up to kiss his cheek. "Did you really mean all those nice things you said about me?" "Yes. Look, Alex was a great guy, I mean he was my best friend after all. Alexis has all those same qualities, only more so. I guess what I'm trying to say is that, since you discovered this side of yourself, you've taken one of my favorite people in the world and somehow made them so much better. And before you ask, yes I'd still say that if you hadn't slept with me." "Ha, typical guy!" I said, jokingly giving his arm a thump. "Can't go more than a few seconds without thinking about his penis. So, to cut a long story short, you do think I'm doing the right thing?" "Only you can truly decide that for yourself, but from my perspective, yes. Of course, you don't have to worry as much about it as you are right now, it's not like the changes from the hormones are going to kick in for a while yet - if you do decide to change your mind when you get home, you can just stop taking them." "Oh my god, you're right! Why didn't that occur to me?" "Well I guess we can cross 'smart' off the list of qualities Alex and Alexis share, but I suppose you are a blonde after all..." He laughed, quickly springing out of his seat. "You son of a- !!" I yelled, chasing after him. Though I still wasn't completely sure about my decision to transition anymore, our conversation had certainly helped me get things a little straighter in my mind, and by the time we got back to the hotel, I felt pretty clear and refreshed again. As I had promised the morning before, we showered together, which quickly led to more than just showering - the feeling of Nick taking me from behind as the hot water of the shower splashed on my chest and face, his strong arms wrapped around my body to hold me upright on my tiptoes quickly being added to my list of favorite positions. Of course, seeing as that list included everything we'd tried so far, I figured it'd be easier to come up with a list of ones I didn't like, should such a thing exist. With everything that had been going through my mind that morning, I had been feeling less than desirable too, so the sex definitely helped me feel better about myself. As we dried ourselves off, I noticed that my face was beginning to feel a little scratchy on the towel - my beard was starting to grow back. Feeling a little disgusted by the return of my unfeminine body hair, I did a quick self-inventory, discovering the same was true of my armpits and my pubic hairs. I'd quickly grown to love the way my body felt with smooth, sexy skin, and I actually felt a little bile rise into my throat with each lightly stubbly graze across my fingers. Though it wasn't particularly visible yet, I knew I would feel bad about myself if I didn't break out the depilatory cream Kimi had given to me and fix the situation. The stinging of the hair burning away once more was almost soothing, knowing I'd soon be back to the smoothness I craved, and though I couldn't see anything washing away in the drain this time as I reshowered, the scratchiness was gone, and I felt good about myself again. As I dried myself off once more, I heard my phone ringing from the next room, followed by a yell from Nick that he'd answer it. I barely had time to slip on the pretty pink, heart-patterned panties I had decided to wear today when he appeared at the bathroom door, a worried look on his face, his hand covering the microphone. "It's a local number, 808," he hissed. "A man... wanting to speak to Alex." I could feel my face fall, my eyes opening wide. As I took the phone from him, I willed myself to speak in a deeper tone, even if I still couldn't replicate my old voice. "Hello?" I sounded decidedly unmasculine, just like that sitcom staple where the woman pretends to be her husband, boyfriend, brother or whatever on the phone. "Mr. Tanner? This is Detective Kaho'onei with the Honolulu Police Department. We found some property that we believe belongs to you." "My... my suitcase?" I replied, my mouth suddenly going dry. "That's right. There's a problem we'd like you to help us out with though; we'd like to bring you down to the station and ask you some questions about how you lost it, it may help us with an ongoing case we have right now. I'm down in the lobby of your hotel right now, how about you come on down, we'll get through this and have you on your way to enjoy the rest of your day as soon as we can? "Ah... sure. Look, I just stepped into the bathroom though, can I send my roommate Nick down to wait with you and I'll be right down?" "No need for that, Mr. Tanner. There's actually an officer waiting for you outside your room. I'll just let him know you'll be out shortly, and then we can get on," he replied, hanging up. "What did you tell him that for?" asked Nick, his brows knitted together in confusion, "We've got nothing to hide from the police and now you just made us sound really suspicious." "Nick, they're expecting Alex. A guy. If I go out there with these things on my chest, what are they going to think? Sure we could tell them I'm transgendered, but... I'm just not ready to have that conversation with a bunch of police officers right now. And if they've found my suitcase, that means... oh god, that means I'm probably going to have to give my... I mean, Alexis' clothes back. Shit, shit, shit! I can't cope with this, I've got to get these breasts off right now!" I'd already applied the solvent, but now in my haste to get out to the cops with the least amount of suspicion leveled my way, I had begun tugging and pulling at them, finally tearing them away before the glue had fully dissolved. I gritted my teeth at the pain, and thankfully Nick was quickly there, rubbing lotion into my rapidly reddening chest, soothing the rawness. For the first time since the salon, I dressed in my old boy clothes, the jeans and red t-shirt I had traveled in. I just couldn't bear to go 'full-boy' though, and, figuring no-one would be able to see them anyway, I kept my little thong on underneath my jeans. I didn't have time to think about what I was wearing, we had to get moving - I stuffed my hair under a baseball cap Nick had brought with him, hiding the length of it from view, grabbed my wallet out of yesterday's purse, accidentally knocking Nick's camera to the floor as I did, and moved to the suite door. Nick swooped his camera up from where it had fallen, pocketing it as he followed me out the door, where a uniformed police officer stood, leaning back against the wall with his legs crossed at the ankles. "Mr. Tanner? Mr. Swanson?" he asked, to which we both nodded, "If you'd like to follow me, we'll have you both on your way as soon as possible." Taking the elevator, we followed him down to the lobby where we were greeted by a somewhat heavyset man in his mid-40's, clearly a native Hawaiian, wearing a decent-but-inexpensive-looking light gray suit. He introduced himself as Detective Kaho'onei. "But I know that's not even that easy for most Hawaiians to pronounce these days," he continued, "so if you just call me Detective Kaho, most everyone will know who you're talking about." He walked us out to a waiting unmarked car, a pretty recent-looking silver Subaru Impreza, continuing to talk as he opened the back door for us to climb in. "I'm sorry about pulling you out of your vacation, but like I said, there's some... circumstances that your suitcase is kind of involved in that we'd like you to help us out with, if you can. I'd prefer if we waited to get to the station to talk about it further though. I just want to assure you boys that you're not suspected of anything, we just have to ensure all our leads are followed up." He turned chatty from that point, asking us if we were enjoying our vacation so far, what we'd seen and done; it would have almost felt like we were in the back of a cab, if it weren't for the fact that the back doors wouldn't unlock from the inside. Nick answered the majority of the questions; still unable to find my 'real' voice, I tried to keep my words to a minimum. It wasn't long before we found ourselves sitting in a dreary interview room, a table with a few chairs around it, drab gray walls interspersed on one side by the obligatory two-way mirror. The detective lowered himself into a seat across the table from us, picking up a manila folder from the table and giving the slightest of nods toward whoever was standing on the other side of that mirror. He opened the folder and handed us an 8x10' sheet, a photo, I soon discovered. "Do either of you recognize this woman?" The woman in the picture was blonde, likely in her mid-twenties, and very pretty, or at least she had been. The photo had obviously been taken at autopsy, the metal table clear behind her head and the lack of life behind her blue eyes very stark. I shook my head no, and Nick voiced the same. "How about any of these?" Three more glossy autopsy photos came our way, a redheaded woman and two men, one white, the other Hispanic, all three looking to be the same age as the woman in the first photo we had been shown. All three of them people we had never laid eyes on before. He sighed. "I expected as much. The lady in the first photo is Alexis Bailey, the others her friends, Candace Mariano, Duncan Hughton and Javier DeSoto. They were reported missing on Sunday by three different sources - the hotel they should have been staying at, Miss Bailey's family, and the airline they flew in on. That you all flew in on." "She's Alexis..." I mumbled to myself, looking again at the photo of the pretty, dead blonde. "Hawaiian Air said you had called in to report your suitcase missing? Or switched, sorry," he said, correcting himself as he glanced down at the file in his hand. "That you had accidentally collected Miss Bailey's case, and she likely yours. Well I can at least confirm that that appears to be true. Your suitcase was found last night, along with the bodies of Miss Bailey and her friends." He handed us a fifth picture, a grisly looking murder scene, the bodies already removed, something straight out of an episode of Dexter, congealing blood spattered all over the walls and floor of what looked to be a small wooden shack. I felt sick to my stomach at the sight of it, and clearly Nick was similarly affected from the retching noises coming from beside me. Thankfully he quickly restored the photo to its place in the folder, though I knew I wasn't going to sleep well, if at all, for quite a while now. "Sorry about that," he said with a wry grin, "not exactly what you want to see on an empty stomach. Or a full one, for that matter. Look, it's pretty clear you boys aren't involved in this in any way. This isn't the first homicide case we've had with this M.O. in the recent past, and we know from your travel records that you're both only recently on the island for the first time. It's pretty obvious your only involvement is as an unfortunate coincidence. However, we still need to officially be able to remove you from our field of inquiries, so... could you tell me where you were between 4 and 5 pm this past Saturday?" "Oh jeez, don't remind me," said Nick with a grimace, still wiping his mouth from almost vomiting at the crime scene picture. "We were stuck in that damn Avis office at the airport, waiting for them to find us a car. Another half an hour or so beyond that, too." "Should be easy enough to confirm. And what about between 2 and 3 pm on Monday?" Uh-oh... Before I could stop him, Nick launched into the truth, a smile suddenly on his face. "Oh, yeah! That was when we were over at that temple, remember?" he said, turning to me, my mouth completely dry, unable to interrupt him. "My camera!" he blurted, reaching into his pocket, "there's pictures of us there and I never managed to figure out how to turn the damn timestamp off them in the settings." My mouth still betraying me, I watched wordlessly as Nick handed his camera over to the detective, and he turned it on, holding it at a strange angle as he pressed the advance button to flick through the pictures, a look of confusion quickly appearing over his face. "I see you, Mr. Swanson, but except a couple of shots in downtown at the beginning, I'm not seeing anything confirming your whereabouts, Mr. Tanner." "You are, Detective. You just don't realize it," I said, my eyes closed, my voice shakily returning to its 'normal' Alexis setting. "We haven't exactly told you the whole truth about the suitcase switch." I pulled the cap off my head, my new long blonde hair falling back down to my shoulders, watching the look of dawning realization come across the detective's face as he held the camera up, his eyes flicking from it to me. "If you go to our hotel room, you'll find a pair of breasts on our bathroom floor where I hurriedly took them off this morning, too." "I... I don't understand..." I'd never seen a policeman lost for words before - it would have been pretty funny if I wasn't completely mortified. "When it seemed like my case had been lost for good, we went through our options. What you see on the camera... it's what we settled on, what I've become." "Well," he said, still looking a little flummoxed, "I can't say I understand, but I suppose sometimes desperate times call for desperate measures. No problem though, we'll have your belongings processed within the hour or so, we'll have them back to you and you'll be able to return to normal." "I don't want to though," I barely whispered, realizing it was true, that dressing as Alex again felt beyond wrong, the clothes rough, itchy, baggy and altogether uncomfortable. "This... well, that," I said, pointing to the camera, remembering how I looked at that moment, "is normal now. I'm not... what I look like anymore, not MISTER Tanner..." I was in tears by this point, beyond caring what Detective Kaha or anyone watching on the other side of the mirror thought of me. "I can't go back to being a boy again, I just can't. I wasn't sure, but now I know. I hate the way I look and feel right now. And she set me free," I said, pointing to the photo of the real Alexis, "and she'll never know it, and I can't ever even thank her. And it's so unfaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiirrrrrrr!" The tears and snot were really flowing now, and the detective was rooted to the spot, eyes and mouth wide, clearly unprepared for this outburst. Even Nick was glued into his seat, unable to bring himself to react, staring at me, his face registering so many different emotions as he flitted through shock, compassion, sadness and a whole lot of stuff I couldn't recognize through my tears. The door suddenly swung inward, banging against the wall, as a woman strode in, walking directly toward where I sat. "Detective!" she barked, not even looking at him, "I'll take it from here, thank you! And Mr. Swanson, may I suggest you get some fresh air, enjoy this wonderful day we're having?" Before any of us had time to react, she had swept me out of my chair, and out of the room, directing me a short walk down a corridor, one arm around my back, the other hand on the shoulder closest to her. Entering another room, she gently pushed me to sit on an old but plush leather couch, before closing the door and sitting down next to me, forcing a fairly hot cup of coffee into my hands, wiping my eyes, nose and lips with a few Kleenex. "Take your time, it's ok. And drink up, it'll help you relax - I didn't pour it too long ago, so it should still be fairly fresh." I felt her hand stroking the back of my hair, running through the full length, and, sipping the coffee, I did begin to calm down a little, though still hit with the occasional sniffle and heaving sob. "I'm sorry about that," she continued, when she could see my tears were no longer flowing, "he's a good detective, but getting a little old, a little set in his ways. That interview was only going to end even worse than it already had if I'd let him say another word, and I don't really need him facing disciplinary action right now. I'm sorry, where's my manners? My name's Lieutenant Schlafly, but please call me Allison. I think we're beyond formalities now." "Alex," I sobbed, having difficulty getting anything more out, still sniffing as hard as I was. "I think we both know that's not true," she said, with a gentle smile, "even if I hadn't heard your little outburst, I saw the pictures when Detective Kaha held them for the video cameras to see. If that really is you in those pictures, you make a very beautiful woman." I raised my head to look at her properly for the first time. At first I assumed she was African-American, though quite light-skinned - more Tyra Banks than Michelle Obama - but looking closer I realized that she must just love to sunbathe in her free time, the dark tan she sported evidence of such. Her dark hair was graying in places, but her age was difficult to place, her face still quite youthful, the only hint about her older years, beside the hair, being the light wrinkling in the very corners of her eyes. Dressed in a deep blue suit with a knee length skirt, a white, ruffled blouse underneath the jacket, she looked more businesswoman than cop. Still stroking my hair, the gentle smile she was giving me was disarming and I relented. "Alexis. My name is Alexis." "You took her name?" "It was too much of a coincidence not to. It didn't seem like there was any harm in it at the time. By the time I realized... realized that that was what I was supposed to be, that I wanted to be a girl... the name had stuck." I paused. "You're going to want my- I mean, her clothes back aren't you? To send back to her family." I whispered, my head dropping back down to my ugly flat chest, feeling the tears forming once more at the thought of losing what I already thought of as mine, even though I knew it truly wasn't. She didn't reply, and it was a moment before I noticed that she must have also swiped Nick's camera from the interview room, clicking as she was through the photos. "Miss Tanner... Alexis, sorry, are you... oh, I'm sorry, I'm not sure what the term is. What I'm trying to say is, are you trying to become a woman permanently?" "Yes," I whispered, "I had second thoughts this morning, but now I've had to spend this afternoon dressed like... this, again... I know for sure again. Oh no, I didn't even get to take my hormones pills this morning!" I wailed. "And Mr. Swanson... he's...?" "My boyfriend. I mean, he wasn't, we were just roommates, but since I... well, we discovered..." "Well I have to say I'm not surprised he fell for you, looking through your pictures." The room lapsed into silence for a moment, broken only by the slight sniffles I was still making. "I'm sorry Miss Tanner. I would love to be able to help you, but unfortunately you're correct - we're obligated to send any belongings to the family of the deceased. Under the circumstances though, I don't think anyone would notice if one or two things were missing, some underwear perhaps, maybe a dress or two or a pair of shoes." She continued, lowering her voice somewhat, "I know it's probably a stretch to make that work for the week you have left of your vacation, but it's really the best I can do." "I understand, and thank you for leaving with me something." I was sad that I'd be losing the majority of what I already thought of as 'my wardrobe', but it wasn't the total disaster it could have been. She told me that an officer would be by the next morning to return Alex's belongings and collect Alexis', and walked me out to the front of the building where Nick was waiting for me. He enveloped me in a hug, apologizing over and over for finding himself unable to leap to my defense in the interview room. I told him not to worry about it, that if the positions had been reversed, I would have likely been too scared to react too, trying to forgive him even if he wasn't able to forgive himself yet. Though I was still dressed as a boy, albeit a pretty androgynous one, Nick held me close in the taxi ride back to the hotel, occasionally kissing my forehead, telling me everything would be ok, and clearly not caring about the looks the cab driver was giving us in the mirror. I had stripped off down to my panties as soon as our hotel room door had closed behind us, unable to wear the rough, baggy clothing that had once been mine for even a second longer. Unable to even hang them up anymore, I had tossed them into a heap in the corner of the room, partially hidden by a chair that sat there. I had a mere half a day left to enjoy my clothing - Alexis' clothing, as I realized I would now have to call it - yet I couldn't bring myself to do anything but lie on the bed, Nick holding me tight from behind, his arms wrapped around my torso. Obviously it didn't help that I was flat-chested again, and though Kimi had promised to come over as soon as possible to help me reaffix my breasts when I had called her to tell her what had happened, it still wouldn't be another two hours before she could leave work and drive to the hotel. We lay there together in silence, my mind a completely blank slate, unable to process the way the fates had been messing the two of us around. Though Nick had assured me that he still found me attractive, still loved me, despite my returning to what I knew was a state of being anatomically incorrect, I knew I wouldn't be able to feel anything good about myself until I was restored. When the eventual knock on the door came, I didn't even react, Nick slipping his arm out from under me to go answer it. Kimi entered the bedroom, dropping the bag she carried to the floor and wordlessly wrapped her arms around me, holding me tight and gently rocking me. I could hear her crying and somehow it began to wake me out of the daze I had been in since leaving the police station. I hugged her fiercely, whispering to her that I was ok, and apologizing to Nick, who had sat down beside us, for practically ignoring him for the last few hours. We got to work. While Kimi and I reglued the breasts to my chest and began working on reblending them in, Nick went through Alexis' clothes, letting me pick the few items I would keep from my position on the bed, and packing the rest away into her suitcase. I figured I'd be able to make some of the sexy bedroom attire that I had bought with Kimi work as regular underwear, so only kept a little of that. Similarly with the two dresses and one swimsuit that were actually my own, I figured I could get by with only one or two other things. However, I couldn't part with the silver thong bikini or the corset I had worn on the day Nick and I had first made love - there were too many wonderful memories there to let them go. Eventually my drawer and my half of the closet were practically bare, and Alexis' case was zipped up and waiting once more by the door, just as it had been those 5 short days ago, when my adventure in femininity had started. "I need to get out of here," I said, still feeling a little defeated, even though my breasts were returned to their former glory. "I need a couple of margaritas or something. Kimi, would you join us for dinner? It's the least we can do after all your help. Again." Besides the breasts, she had also taken a pass at my makeup and hair. I couldn't quite draw up the smile that the look she had produced deserved, but I could at least pay her back in some small way. "Well, I wouldn't want to feel like a third wheel, but if you're sure you don't mind, I'd love to hang out with you and help take your mind off today." "It's not a problem," replied Nick, "I think we could all use a friend right about now." Deciding we were looking more for drinks rather than anything particularly special food-wise, I dressed in one of the more casual of my few remaining outfits, the denim mini-skirt and a cute little black t- shirt with a deeply scooped neckline. A small bedazzled heart sat on the chest of the shirt, drawing attention to my restored cleavage, and the skirt's lightly frayed hem showed off my beginning-to-tan legs nicely. Though I was still feeling like my world was turned upside down, the very act of getting dressed made a small smile creep across my face. Kimi took us to a bar she knew; kind of a dive, but the drinks were cheap and free-flowing. A couple of locally-brewed Longboard Lagers were followed by cocktails and eventually jello shots, and it wasn't long before all three of us were wasted, the conversation devolving into screaming into each other's ears over the loud music how awesome we all thought each other was, our best friend in the whole wide world. I have no idea what prompted it, but all of a sudden I found myself on the bar, Kimi by my side, as if we were in Coyote Ugly, both of us dancing sexily, gyrating our hips and grinding against each other. Nick wasn't the only one in the bar cheering us on, and I even discovered there were a few dollar bills being slipped into the waistband of my tiny skirt, so short that it was surely giving those at the front of the bar a view they wouldn't forget in a hurry. The rest of the night was a complete blur. Though I have no idea how, whether Kimi had sobered up enough to drive us, or if we had somehow called a taxi, we made it back to the hotel - I recall Nick and I stumbling through the door, our mouths locked together, pawing at each other clothes. We hadn't made it to the bed, instead drunkenly falling down on the living room floor where, still mostly dressed, Nick had rolled me on to my back, spreading my legs and entering me in one easy motion, my legs automatically wrapping around him and pulling him to me. The sex was rough, animalistic, neither of us saying anything more than the involuntary grunts and moans of effort and pleasure as he pounded into me. My legs spread further to better accommodate him, and the feeling of him pressing deeper and deeper was incredibly intense, despite the dulling of the senses caused by the alcohol we had drunk. It was over quickly, both of us needing to feel that release, screaming out each other's names as finally I felt him flood me, tipping me over the edge and springing my own orgasm, my body wracked with mini-earthquakes of pleasure. Nick collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily, kissing any part of my neck and face he could reach, both of us sighing and giggling drunkenly at every touch. After a moment to recover, Nick stood, picking me up and carrying me to the bed, where he finally managed to undress me, climbing into the bed behind me as I passed out.