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Lets Make A Bet-Balance This is the 2nd of 3 in the Lets Make A Bet series. It can be read as a stand-alone story but it makes more sense if you have read the first story. There is more intimacy in this story as well as much more internal conflict from the first one. There is also stronger language as well as sex scenes, Readers have been warned. As always I can be reached at [email protected] for any reason at all. "Please Sara! Take the bet!" Jessica said to her sister. "No. I've told you countless times I won't accept any bet that could change you back into a guy," Sara said. Five weeks ago I was a normal college age boy. I had friends, a social life, and did things that every boy in college would do. Now, now I am a girl. A very sexy, simple, and horny girl and it is all my fault. My sister and I have an ability to magically impose our will on each other via bets. The loser of the bet has a condition imposed on them like saying silly things, doing each other's homework, cleaning for each other, or in my case turning into a girl. I can't say that this is all her fault either, I had quite a lot to do with turning myself into a girl, but that doesn't mean I like it. "Oh come on! Why won't you take a bet like this?" I said to her pleading once again to take a bet. Since she turned me into a girl she has refused to take any bets that might result in me turning back into my old self. She says it's because that would defeat the point of the bet but I think its because she enjoys seeing me suffer. I tried to argue with her that our bet was invalid because it ended at midnight and I wasn't caught until the following morning but she explained to me that as long as there was another person present I couldn't change back, a fact she failed to mention to me before. Because of that exploitation of the rules she trapped me in the body of a girl for a full year. Ever since then I have tried at a near daily rate to try to turn back into a guy. "Nope, and stop asking. You lost the bet so you have to spend a year as a girl. Its not my fault that you took the bet," Sara said. "Pleaseeeee!!!" I said begging her. "No. Now stop," Sara said before leaving the room. She held all the cards against me and she knew it. In the five weeks I had slowly adjusted to life as a girl. I had gotten into the routine of waking up very early to shower and get dressed, as well as putting on my makeup. Classes were difficult for me as I tried to balance thoughts of the subject with the thoughts of boys running through my head. If there was one thing that I thought I did an exceptional job with it was avoiding boys. While I did tease them constantly with how I looked and had begun to act I had never once accepted a date or ended up in bed with a boy, a small victory in my losing war. And don't even get me started on Periods. I swear if I have to go through another one, let alone 11 more, I am going to kill myself. My sister and I's relationship had become strained. At first she loved having a sister but slowly, over time, she became annoyed with it. There was something in my change that she still was not happy with and I couldn't tell what it was, but I knew it was there. I thought as hard as I could, which was rather limited really, to figure out what it might be but never have been able to figure it out. "Ok Sara lets go," I said to Jessica. "Ok," She said calling back. The two of us were going on a double date with a couple of boys that Sara knew. She was interested in Kyle and was only able to get a date with him by hooking his friend, Stan, with a date with me. "You look good." "Thanks," I said. "So do you." As much as I hated to admit it, it felt good to be complimented on my looks. I was wearing a very skimpy little dress that had spaghetti straps and came barely to mid-thigh. God only knows why but I decided that underwear was optional tonight as I chose to go without a bra or panties. My makeup and hair were flawless and to finish off my ensemble I had a cute little purse and a pair of 3 inch high heels on. By comparison my sister didn't look as good in her skirt and top. Another scary thing over these past three weeks has been that I have noticed how every other girl looks in comparison to me. "Hi there," Stan said opening the door at his house. "You look amazing." "Thank you," I said blushing. Stan gave me a quick look over making sure to spend a little extra time examining my chest. I returned the favor looking him over a couple of times. He looked nice in a pair of jeans and a polo shirt. You could tell that he spent some time, but not to much, working on his body. I hated to think about it but my mind was hard at work wondering what he looked like under his clothes. "Are you boys ready?" Sara said. "Um yea," Stan said being caught looking at my chest. He blushed slightly then escorted us into his house. He had a nice place, though it could use a woman's touch. Another effect of my transformation was that I had become rather timid in this body. When I was alone with my sister I was like my old self but when I was faced with a man, especially one who towered over me, I turned into a timid little girl. "You two look gorgeous," Kyle said as he came into the living room. "Thank you," My sister and I said at the same time. Kyle gave me a quick look over, again spending plenty of time on my chest, but looked mainly at Sara. The fact that he was looking more at her than at me was a welcome relief. "So is the plan still dinner and a movie?" Sara said. "Yes. We were thinking Olive Garden for dinner and then we would see what was playing for the movie. How does that sound?" Stan said. "Sounds like a plan," Sara said. This wasn't the first double date that we had gone on and I had gotten into the habit of letting her do all the talking. "Ok then lets go," Kyle said. "We can take my car." Sara and I followed Kyle and Stan to Kyle's car. He had a 2012 Chevy Silverado, a giant truck. It was a bit of a pain to climb into the back seat considering how big it was, how small I was, and how small my dress was. The last thing I wanted to do was flash Kyle or Stan my ass as I was climbing into the backseat of his truck. We made small talk until we got to the restaurant where Kyle and Stan quickly climbed out of the truck. As I started to climb down from the truck Stan was there to give me a hand, which was nice except for the fact that his eyes were more focused on trying to look up my dress rather than helping me. I swear he knew I wasn't wearing any panties. "Here you go," The hostess said as she sat the four of us. My sister and I sat next to each other while Kyle sat across from her and Stan across from me. Stan and I had drawn the short straws and had to slide into the deep part of the booth, a difficult task on the best of days let alone one when you are wearing a dress and no panties. "So what classes are you in?" Stan asked me. I saw Kyle asking Sara questions as well. "Biology 101, English 115, History 236, and History 101. What about you?" I said trying to be polite. "Sounds fun. I'm in Chem 300, Math 235, Psychics 302, and Biology 200." "Wow what a course load!" I said honestly surprised. I couldn't even think about trying classes like that, let alone passing them. "It's not too bad. Plenty of work but it's not as challenging as I thought," he said trying to impress me with his smarts. Our conversation continued on, barely, for some time before we ordered. "Oh that looks good," Sara said as my salad was delivered. I looked over to see that both Kyle and Stan ordered large dinners full of meat. How I missed eating large meals full of delicious meat. Another unfortunate side effect of me being in this body was now I ate very little, and when I did eat it was typically salads or fruit. "So does yours," I said looking at Sara's salad. Our conversations slowed slightly as we were eating dinner. I was the first to finish with Sara following quickly behind. "That was delicious," Kyle said finishing his meal. "Yes it was," Stan said finishing his shortly after. "So does anyone want desert or should we see what is playing?" "I couldn't eat another bite," Sara said. "Me either," I said. "Ok then let's take a look at what is playing," Kyle said as he pulled out his smart phone. He quickly Googled the local movie theaters and pulled up a list of what is playing. "What are you in the mood for? Comedy, action, horror, romance?" "I'm not sure," I said noticing how he put a small emphasis on romance. "Why don't we let you boys decide?" Sara said. "You sure?" Stan said. "Of course!" Sara replied. Stan and Kyle leaned back in their chairs and talked to each other. "Ok well unless we feel like waiting around for a few hours our choices are fairly limited. So why don't we go watch the new comedy that just came out?" "Sounds good to me," Sara said. "Ok," I said feebly. It really didn't feel like I was part of the conversation or decision making process, and frankly I wasn't. Kyle paid for our meals and the boys led us out of the restaurant. On the way out every guy turned his head to get a look at me and I noticed a few times how Stan was walking as if to say "Yes boys that's right, she's my piece of ass". They led us from the restaurant and Stan helped me into the truck, again eyes focused between my legs. Sara saw this and gave me a small smile and a wink. We made some more small talk on the way to the theater. "Here we are," Kyle said as he pulled into a parking space. "Looks crowded," Stan said as he opened my door. "Yes it does," I said looking around. In that slight second I took my mind off of watching my dress and I knew that Stan got a very quick look up my dress and now knew for a fact that I was not wearing panties. I turned my head to look at Stan and the look in his eyes confirmed that he saw up my dress. "Let me give you a hand," Stan said as he helped me down from the cab of the truck. I turned slightly red from the thought that he knew I wasn't wearing panties, god only knew what was going through his mind. "Four tickets please," Kyle said paying at the ticket counter as the three of us waited off to the side. "Enjoying the night so far Jessica?" Sara said to me. "As good as I can expect," I said quietly to her so that Stan wouldn't hear and try to "improve" the night. "Ok were good to go. Do you want anything to drink?" Kyle said returning. "I think we are both ok," Sara said speaking for the two of us, all the while the four of us walking to the entrance. "Why don't you two go find a seat while Jessica and I go use the little girls room?" "Sounds good, we'll meet you in the seats," Stan said. "See you in a minute!" Sara said. The two of us separated from Stan and Kyle and headed into the women's bathroom. I still hated the fact that I had to enter them, though I had gotten more used to using them. Sara was able to quickly find a stall and use it but I had to wait for one to open up. How I missed the days of open urinals and no waits just to go to the bathroom. A stall opened up and I was able to go in and do my business. I still hated the fact that I had to sit to pee, but it was becoming slightly more natural for me, a fact that I hated. "So," Sara said as I washed my hands, "How do you like Stan?" "He's nice I guess," I said as I finished washing my hands. My makeup had gotten a little bit smudged so I pulled out my purse and began to touch it up. "Going to spend any time with him after the movies?" She said prodding me slightly. "You know I'm not," I said slightly annoyed. "Oh come on! He's a perfectly nice guy who is very smart and has a good job! You know that he would be good for you." "Absolutely not Sara. I am sick and tired of you asking me to screw every guy I see!" I said my voice getting loud enough that the woman washing her hands next to me gave me a sideways look. "Sheesh you don't have to get your panties in a wad Jessica. I was just curious that's all." "Thanks for your concern," I said sarcastically. "We should be getting back." "Yes we should," Sara said. The two of us walked to our theater in perfect silence. I noticed various couples hanging out in the hallways of the theater either just getting out or waiting to go into their movie. Of course the guys turned to look at me, and naturally their dates became annoyed at them and even shot me evil looks. "Up there," Sara said breaking the silence as we entered our theater. I saw our dates seated in the middle of the theater with two seats between them, presumably for me and Sara. "Here you ladies go," Stan said standing up so that Sara and I could walk by him. As I suspected the seats in the middle were for Sara and I. I took my seat, carefully, next to Stan putting my purse under my seat. "These are good seats," Sara said. "Don't you think so Jessie?" "They are nice," I said timidly. "You made it just in time the movie is starting," Kyle said as he and my sister exchanged a rather quick kiss. I was disgusted to see her kissing some guy, but at the same time somewhat envious. The movie started and the crowd became quiet. I sat there quietly with my legs crossed and my hands in my lap as the movie played on. I found some of the movie humorous but some of the jokes just were not funny to me, least of all the jokes about PMS and girls. I'm not sure where but somewhere in the movie Stan had started to encroach on my space. I only really noticed that Stan had started to make a move on me when his arm stretched over me and rested on my shoulder. I was shocked and yet, it felt good to have his arm around me. It felt like someone cared about me. It wasn't long after his arm wrapped around me that his hand found its way into my lap. I sat there half watching the movie half watching, and feeling, Stan make slow moves to feel my body. The movie finely ended and Stan unwrapped himself from me, I could see Kyle doing the same with my sister. Honestly I couldn't tell you much about the movie. After Stan had started to touch me my mind became more and more focused on him, and keeping him away from my body. "That was a good movie wasn't it?" Stan said to me. "Yes," I said. "Well shall we return to our place?" Kyle said. "Sounds like a good plan to me," Sara said. "Alright then follow me!" Stan said imitating, poorly, some sort of expedition leader. I let out a small giggle and he saw that and took advantage. "I will keep you safe m'lady!" "Oh just walk Stan," Kyle said impatiently. I could tell he desperately wanted to get home with my sister. "Fineeee," Stan said. I followed him down the stairs in the theater and outside to the parking lot. Kyle unlocked his car and Stan, again, gave me a hand getting into the car. This time his eyes were not as focused on my crotch they were more focused on my chest. After all, he already knew that I wasn't wearing panties. "Would you like us to drop you off at your dorm?" Kyle said. "No that's ok. I don't want you to use the gas with the way prices are," Sara said. "Oh it's no problem at all. You don't live too far out of the way and it wouldn't take us long at all." "Don't worry about it Kyle. You have already spent enough money on us tonight, we can walk home just fine from your house," Sara said definitively. The rest of the drive home we talked about the movie, albeit I talked very little having not paid much attention to it. "Here we are," Stan said as Kyle pulled his behemoth truck into the driveway of his rented house. "Would you like to come in for a minute?" Kyle said as he helped Sara down from her seat. "We have some beer if you would like a drink," Stan said as he helped me down, again his eyes looking at me. "I.," I started but was quickly interrupted. "We would love to gentlemen, do you have any wine?" Sara said. "I might," Kyle responded obviously happy that Sara agreed to stay. "Once we get inside I can look for some." "That sounds lovely doesn't it Jessie?" Sara said looking through the car to see my face. "Um, yes it does," I said rather timidly. The one time I had tried to speak up all night and I was cut off before I even got started. Now I would have to endure a night of wine and boys with no visible means of escape. We were led inside the house and both of us were given seats on the couch in the living room. Kyle and Stan both left to, presumably, find some wine for us to drink. Oh how I missed beer....... "We have to get out of here," I said to Sara. "Why? Kyle is great and so is Stan. We have had a great night and you know it." "No, we need to go. I don't want to be here." "Well its far to late now. We are going to spend a little more time with the boys tonight, and you would have a better time of it if you loosened up a bit." "But" I started but was cut off by the boys coming back into the room with a couple of beers and two glasses of wine. "Here you ladies go," Kyle said as he handed Sara her glass of wine, Stan giving me mine. "Thank you very much," Sara said as she took a sip of her wine. I took a small sip of mine letting the taste of the wine fully engulf my mouth. Damn my female body and its love of wine. Kyle sat down and turned on the TV to Family Guy. A show I had loved before my transformation and one that I now could only tolerate. We all chatted a little bit and before I knew it both Sara and I had drank three glasses of wine. "Where is your bathroom?" I asked Stan. "First door on the right," Stan said pointing down the hallway. "Thank you," I said as I stood up. I walked, or more like stumbled, down the hallway all the while feeling Stan's eyes on my ass. I got to the bathroom and was a bit grossed out. Unlike the typically clean bathroom in our dorm, this one was clearly owned by boys. One upside of being a girl that I had found was when you were drunk it was much much harder to pee all over the toilet. I finished up and looked in the mirror. Staring back at me was a girl who had obviously been drinking. I stumbled back into the living room only to see Stan sitting alone on the couch. "Where did my sister go?" I asked. "She and Kyle went upstairs," he said motioning for me to sit down next to him, which I did. "So how have you liked the evening so far?" "It has been nice," I said slightly less timid thanks to the alcohol coursing through my body. "That's good. I was really worried when I heard I was going out with you." "Really? Whys that?" I said genuinely curious. "Well," he said pausing slightly and leaning in closer to me, "It's because you are just so beautiful. It's not often a guy gets lucky enough to date such a stunning girl like you." "Oh," I said feeling my face turn red. "Th...Thank you." "You shouldn't thank me for telling the truth," he said as his arm wrapped itself around me pulling me in close to him. I giggled at the corny line that he said and he took that as an opening to give me a small kiss. "Stan I...."I said but quickly found him kissing me again. I could feel my body start to warm up as he touched me. Add in the effect of the wine and I knew that my body was starting to get in the mood. Stan continued to kiss me and I put up almost no resistance. "I cant do this," I thought as Stan maneuvered one hand to my chest and started to fondle my breast. I let out a small gasp as pleasure started to grow over my body. I could feel myself closing in on the point of no return. "No! NO NO NO!!" I thought to myself. "Stan," I said as I pulled my tongue out of his mouth. "I'm sorry, I just can't do this right now." "Oh," he said defeated as he pulled his hand off of my chest. "I get it." "Oh no Stan, its not like that. You're a nice guy and all I just don't want to get involved with anyone right now." "I understand. Would you like me to walk you home?" Stan said still depressed at my rejection. "That would be great," I said. Stan helped me to my feet and led me to the door. We walked silently down the street until we got to my dorm. "Look Jessica, I'm sorry if I came on a little strong tonight," Stan said as we reached the doors to the dorm. "Its not you Stan. I just," I paused trying to find the right words, "I just have a lot of stuff going on in my life right now. I just don't want to get involved with anyone right now. I really am sorry Stan." "That's OK. If you ever change your mind give me a call ok?" Stan said as he handed me a piece of paper with his number on it. "I will keep that in mind," I said as I leaned into him and gave him a goodnight and thank you kiss all in one. "Good night Stan." "Night Jessica." I stumbled to the elevator and eventually made it back to my room where I slumped down on the couch. I curled up in a ball and let the nights events wash over me. My body still ached for attention but my mind was screaming at me to do nothing. This constant battle between my female body and the remaining part of my brain that was male played out in my mind every time I had gone on a date. Tonight was like all the others, I had a gone to the edge of the abyss and pulled myself back just in time. "Good morning Jessica, did you have a good night with Stan?" Sara said as I exited my room to see her sitting at her computer. "I didn't have sex with him if that's what you're asking," I said. "Damn...," Sara said under her breath. "What?" I said. Suddenly things started to make sense. All the double dates, the constant prodding, everything. "You want me to have sex!!!" "Of course I do!" Jessica said admitting her secret. "But, why!?" I said shocked and horrified at this revelation. This whole time she just wanted me to get fucked, by some guy! "The damn change should have taken care of this. With how you made yourself you should have slept with ten guys by now." "You still haven't explained why!" I said with my rage growing. "So you would know what it was like! This whole thing has been about you knowing what it's like to be a girl. Having sex with a guy is part of it!" "But, this whole time. You spent so much effort looking for double dates. Did you even like the guys you went out with?" "Well not all of them. But this isn't about me!" "Yes it is you fucking bitch!" I said shocked at the language coming out of my mouth. "Fuck off," Sara said as she got up and stormed out of our dorm room. I was left there in a blinding rage at what had happened. After everything she had done to me, the lies, the deceit, everything, she still wanted to humiliate me more. My own sister, how could she? My rage followed me into the shower where I took a very long, and relaxing shower. In the shower I calmed down and started to think. How could I use this to help me? And then it hit me. My sister returned a few hours later with a cup of coffee in her hands, I was waiting on the couch. "We need to talk," I said catching her slightly off guard. "About what? And don't think I have forgiven you for what you called me," She said. The fact that she was talking about forgiveness was so angering that it was almost drowned out by the irony. "I have a proposal for a bet." "You know I won't accept any that turns you into a guy," Sara said nearly walking out on me. "Sara wait, I know that. This bet doesn't involve me turning back into a guy." "I'm listening." "Now that I know you want me to have sex with a guy I propose this. I bet that I can find a guy of your approval and have sex with him. If I do this then my time as a girl will be cut in half. If I fail then I will stay a woman forever," I said. It was a very risky proposal. If I failed I would spend my entire life in this body, but if I succeeded in having sex with a guy I could return back to normal sooner. "Give me time to think about it," Sara said as she left the living room and went to her bedroom. The fact that she didn't outright deny the bet was the best chance I had had since I transformed. I didn't have to wait on the couch long for Sara to return with her verdict. "I just got off the phone with Kyle. He tells me that Stan really does like you and is worried that he came on to hard with you. I bet that you cannot have a meaningful relationship with Stan," Sara said. "What do you mean meaningful relationship?" I said. I knew my sister had to be up to something, but what? "You will have to go out on dates with him, be around him, be his girlfriend, and only when you truly love him will the bet be completed." "And what is the punishment?" I said. I wasn't sure I liked where this was going but this honestly was the best lead I have ever had. "If you fail you will spend your entire life as the woman you are now with no possibility for return to being a guy. If you succeed you will have the option of staying as a woman for as long as you wanted or turning back into your old self at any time." "Let me think." "Hurry, because I am not giving you this option for long," Sara said. I had to think quickly. My choices were very limited. In the entire time that I had been a girl I had never once gotten the chance to turn back. The consequences of failing though were so high. "Well?" "Give me a second," I had no choice, I had to take this bet if I ever hoped of returning. "Alright, I accept the bet." "Ok good. Then when you have a meaningful relationship with Stan you will come tell me of your choice to remain as a woman as long as you want or instantly turning back into a guy," Sara said, and with that our bet was finalized. "Good luck Jessie, you're going to need it." "Thanks," I said slightly worried. I hadn't had much time to think it over but the conditions that she gave me were not much off from what I gave her, they may have even been better actually. Now instead of finding some random guy to fuck I just had to go get Stan to love me. I quickly got up from the couch and went to find the piece of paper with Stan's number on it. I called him but only got his answering machine so I left him a message saying that I enjoyed our time together and wanted to see him again. After the call I laid down on my bed and contemplated what I had gotten myself into. It seemed like every event that had happened so far made things go from bad to worse. And the entire time my sister was there planning it all, pushing me to do more things I didn't want to do. I decided there that when I turned back I would find a way to make her pay for what she had done to me. "Are you enjoying your dinner?" Stan said to me. He was wearing a very nice shirt with a tie. I could tell that he spent time on his appearance for our date. "Yes I am, thank you for asking," I said. Stan called me back shortly after I left a message on his phone. I explained that I was in a weird mood the night before. Funny enough he believed me, probably thinking I was on my period or something, and agreed to go out with me again during the week. That was two weeks ago and we have seen each other a couple of times now. Tonight's date was a stay at home date. I felt guilty having Stan drive me around town with the way gas prices were so we decided that I would go to his place and he would cook us a nice dinner. The food wasn't that great but everything else was. It was obvious that Stan had spent serious time cleaning the house during the previous day. On the table he had lit a couple of candles whose light illuminated the otherwise dimly light dining room. He had gone out and bought a nice bottle of wine for the two of us to drink as well, a fact that I appreciated. "That was wonderful," I said lying to him as I placed my napkin on the plate. "I am glad you liked it. Would you like to go to the living room and watch a movie?" "That would be nice," I said. I got up from my chair exposing my outfit once again for him to see. Tonight I had worn a very very short pleated skirt and a top that barely covered my chest. The skirt didn't even come to mid thigh and had a habit of bouncing up to expose the panties that I , thankfully, had worn. The top had a diving neck that barely covered up my chest and bra. The diving neck was only matched by its tightness. For shoes I had only worn two inch heels this time rather than my typical three or four inch ones. "I can't help but say how stunning you look," Stan said as he pulled me down next to him. He fumbled with the remote a bit before turning on the TV to a pre-loaded Netflix movie. "I hope this is ok." "It will be great. I wanted to see this in the theater but I didn't get a chance to," Again I lied to make him feel comfortable with his choices. He pushed Play and the movie stared. I snuggled close to him and inhaled his aroma. It didn't take to long for his hands to start to wander either. They slowly moved down from the couch, to my shoulder, and then slowly but surely his hand landed on my chest. I didn't fight it, in fact I kinda liked it. Before the movie even ended the two of us were making out and one of his hands was groping my chest while the other was feeling up my ass. "Excuse me for a second," I said pulling away from him. I stumbled off to the bathroom where I noticed that he had cleaned it up nicely. Not as nice as a girls bathroom, but still nice. I finished my business and then looked in the mirror. I had decided on what I was going to do tonight long ago, but I still had to convince myself of it. I stumbled back into the living room and sat down, but not on the couch and not facing the TV. I straddled Stan and went back to making out with him. He didn't argue and began to wrestle with my tongue. His hands quickly moved around to my ass and started to give it a squeeze. As we were making out I felt him become hard. My mind started to go off in all sorts of directions. Emotions overcame me and pushed the unwilling, but complacent, male part of my mind away and let the female body take over. I began to slide up and down on him slightly as we continued to make out. The female aspect of my mind started to wonder just how big he was. "Would you like to go upstairs?" Stan asked me taking his tongue out of my mouth. "I would love to," I said in a heavy breath. Stan picked me up and carried, literally carried, me upstairs to his room. I started to look around it but didn't have a chance because he dropped me on his bed and quickly started to disrobe. My focus immediately landed on his crotch where he dropped his pants to expose his rather large penis. I felt my legs involuntarily close slightly before he leaned down and forced them open. He quickly had my shirt off exposing my bra and followed that up my taking off my shoes and skirt. As I laid there in nothing but panties and a bra with a fully naked man before me a fleeting thought about what I was doing ran through my mind. It was quickly pushed out as he took my bra off and began to suck on my nipples. I let out a small moan as he continued to suck on my nipples. Without me even realizing it my panties had been removed and I was completely naked, helpless, under a fully grown and naked man. I felt myself becoming very wet, as my dream girl would be. Stan maneuvered his large member between my legs and in one massive thrust he was inside me. I let out a scream at the initial pain of being entered but then began to moan as he pumped in and out of me, my body loving every second of it. Stan continued to pump in and out of me as he massaged my breasts. Before I had a chance to say anything I felt Stan explode inside me, thankfully the condom catching all the child producing sperm. He pulled out and rolled over onto the bed next to me leaving me there wanting more. I laid there completely naked and helpless thinking that I had just completed the bet, but something was missing. There was no massive orgasm that I had heard my sister talking about, no earth shattering climax followed by a warm glow, nothing. Then it hit me, this wasn't romantic, this was just sex. Not even great sex at that. Sure it felt good but Stan was the only one who got off. I looked over to see him smiling and felt my body demanding more. I had no choice but to masturbate myself to climax next to the boyfriend who didn't even care enough to help me finish. I was just a girl he could fuck. I wasn't anything special, I was simply a vagina that he could put his cock in and have some fun. The realization that I had just let a man enter my body and have his way with me surrounded my thinking as I laid there in bed. Stan was already asleep giving me plenty of time to stare at the ceiling thinking about what had happened. What went wrong? I was supposed to come here tonight, have a romantic dinner with Stan, let him fuck me, then turn back into a guy. Sex was the ultimate sign of romance, wasn't it? As I laid there replaying everything in my mind I could only come to one conclusion. While my male thinking brain thought that sex would symbolize the ultimate sign of a woman wanting you my female brain came to a different conclusion. There was more to romance to simply letting a guy fuck you, much more. This bet was going to be a lot harder to win than I had originally thought. I drifted off to sleep dreading why I took this bet. "Have a good time last night?" Sara said as I entered the dorm. Stan had been kind enough to lend me some of his cloths, since mine were a bit trashed, as well as drive me home. "I guess," I said. "Things didn't go like you expected did they?" She said with a small smirk on my face. "He finished and didn't bother to help me finish," I said without realizing that wasn't what Sara was talking about. "Haha really? Well consider that another lesion in your growing education on being a girl. That's how a huge majority of guys are. As soon as they get off they pull out and call it a night. Didn't feel that good did it?" "Not in the slightest. I felt used," I said honestly. "Well you learned a lesson then, even if it wasn't the one I was hoping you would learn." "Yea I learned that lesson to," Realizing that she meant for me to learn that love was more than just sex. "Glad you did," Sara said as she returned to working on her computer. I left Sara at her computer and got my towel from my room. I was in desperate need of a shower to get the smell and feeling of sex off of my body. While I took my shower I could not help but think about the night before. The images and feelings of letting a guy fuck me rushed back into my head and caused me to be overwhelmed by my emotions. I crumpled up into a ball and cried in the shower. I don't know how long I spent in the shower but it was long enough for my fingers to become pruned. I got dressed in a pair of tights and a top and spent most of that Saturday laying on my bed staring at the ceiling thinking about how I was going to win the bet. Sleep that night was restless. My mind was torn between my male mind wrestling with my female mind on what it meant to be in a meaningful relationship. "Jessie.....Jessie!" My sister said waking me from my slumber. "uggggg what?" I said rolling over still half asleep. "Stan is on the phone for you," She said handing me the phone. "Hello?" I said into the phone. "Jessica? Hi its Stan." "Hi Stan. Whats up?" "Hey I know its late notice but I just got some tickets to the hockey game this afternoon and I was curious if you wanted to go." "Oh," I said. In my half-awake I automatically answered without really giving it a second thought. "I would love to go." "Great!" Stan said obviously happy that I had accepted his offer. "The game starts in 3 hours so I will pick you up in about two hours." "Sounds fine," I said slowly waking up. "Cool! I will see you in a few then. Bye Jessie!" Stan said as he hung up the phone. "So, you made plans with Stan again so soon eh?" Sara asked as I walked out of my room. "Yes. We are going to the hockey game this afternoon," I said rubbing my eyes and heading into the bathroom. I turned the shower on and as the water warmed up I used the toilet. Again while I was in the shower I thought about the meaning of a meaningful relationship and how I would go about having one with Stan. "Hi Jessica, you look great," Stan said as I climbed into his car. "Thank you," I said. I had worn a pair of tights and a top that came to just above my crotch and decided, yet again, that panties were optional. The combination of no panties as well as tight tights led me to produce a slightly visible camel toe, something I knew Stan would notice and look at. The two of us chatted a little bit, but not much, on the way to the game. It was a rather awkward drive because I was not quite sure how to act around him since we had sex, and this was the first time since we had sex that we saw each other. The two of us made our way into the arena and to our seats. "These are great," I said truly amazed at our seats. We were 8 rows off the glass at center ice across from the benches. We could see everything from our seats and could hear the players talking to each other even. "Yes they are," Stan agreed. The first period started and I tried to pay attention to the game. Unfortunately part of me being a girl took away parts of my enjoyment for sports. I still liked them, though not in the same way. Instead of being amazed by good hits I enjoyed watching good fundamental play, and I really enjoyed it when they showed the pictures of the teams younger players. I couldn't help but think about what it would be like to have sex with them. "Excuse me," I said to Stan as I straddled him on my way out of my seat. I had to use the bathroom, badly. "Oh," Stan said noticing that I straddled him, his eyes firmly planted on my crotch. I made my way up the aisle and found the women's restroom, or to be more exact the line into the women's restroom. Another fun fact of life as a woman that I found out after my transformation was that it was a pain in the ass to use the bathroom at any large public event. Gone were the days of walking right up and letting loose. Instead I was constantly met with a line of women all patiently waiting to do their business in a bathroom with far too few stalls. The line moved painfully slow but eventually I was able to get into a stall. As a guy I always thought that women's restrooms were perfectly clean and sanitary. As a girl I realized that women's restrooms were just as dirty as men's restrooms, just in different ways. I never thought about it to much as a guy but as a girl I was very observant about sitting down to use the restroom, and in every possible instance I "hovered" instead of actually touching the toilet seat. "Just in time," Stan said as I sat down next to him. "The line was terrible!" I said. My trip to the bathroom had taken nearly the entire 15 minute intermission. "I can imagine," Stan said. Every time a guy told me that he "could imagine" what it was like to deal with girl things I cringed slightly inside. They didn't know, how could they? I had been a girl a while and still was learning new stuff about being a girl all the time. The second went by with little action and the third period came and went with our team eventually winning the game. We filed out of the arena, slowly, and made our way to the car. "That was a great game," Stan said as he started to move into traffic. "Yes it was. Thanks again for taking me," I said. "No problem. I really enjoy spending time with you," he said. I could tell from his voice that he honestly meant it. "I like spending time with you to," I said to Stan. "I.," Stan tried to say something but he was obviously caught off guard by the fact that I told him I liked being with him. He awkwardly stumbled on. "Would you like to go out again sometime this week?" "That would be great," I said. "Great! Ill give you a call sometime later this week to set it up. Sooo..." Stan said pausing. "Would you like to come back to my place or should I drop you off at home?" "Umm," I said pausing. I had to weigh my options quickly. "Your place would be nice." "Cool," Stan said as he drove us to his place. Stan opened the door and I followed him inside his place. It wasn't long before we found ourselves sitting on his couch watching TV. He was nice enough to get us both something to drink while we sat there watching South Park. Stan quickly started to make moves on me. His arm wrapped itself around me and he pulled me close to him. It felt good to have him holding me to him, I felt safe and warm. I put my drink down and faced Stan giving him a little kiss of appreciation. That single kiss soon turned into the two of us making out. His hands started to wander and one found its way to my chest while the other started to creep toward my crotch. "Wait Stan," I said pulling his hands off of me. "What's wrong?" "I'm sorry, we cant go any farther tonight." "Why?" "I'm on my period," I lied. I knew where this was going and I really didn't want it to go there. My body really wanted me to go further with Stan but my mind still was confused. "Oh," Stan said pulling his hand away from my crotch as if it were a radioactive monster that would kill him. "I'm sorry," I said. "That's ok. Not like you can help it," Stan said. Again he unknowingly hit a small pressure point for me. "Ill make it up to you sometime," I said as I moved away from him. "No worries, do you want me to drive you home?" "That would be great. Thanks," I said. Stan drove me home and I made my way to my room. I laid down on my bed confused and horny. My hands moved over my body while my mind was telling me not to. I had been so good about avoiding the temptation of playing with my female body for so long. Why was I now failing at resisting those urges? What had changed? I couldn't hold myself back any longer and I let my hands walk across my chest and into my crotch where they played with my body parts. My male mind screaming to stop, then overcome with pleasure, it stopped resisting. As I laid there rubbing my vagina through my tights I wondered if I had lost the fight against my female mind and body. I couldn't give up my war against my female mind, but for tonight I was more than willing to give my female mind a win on the battlefield. My body ached as it became more and more horny, the only way to satisfy it was to masturbate. I gave in to my body and satisfied its demands. When I woke up the next morning I knew that karma had come back to bite me in the ass. My period had started. "I hate this...."I said to myself as I went into the bathroom to find a tampon. I was able to find the box but to my horror there was only one tampon left. I took out the tampon and put the box on the counter. Doing one of the most humiliating things of my life I inserted the tampon and then went to the living room. "We are out of tampons." "That sucks. Guess you should go buy some more then," She said with a slight smirk on her face. "Why cant you go get them?" I asked. I really didn't want to have to go to the store to buy tampons. "Well I don't really need them right now. And judging by the fact that you know we are out that tells me that you do. So unless you want to bleed all over yourself you have to go get a new box of tampons because I am perfectly content sitting here watching TV," She said coldly. "Please?? Please go buy a box, I don't want to do it," I said begging her "Why not? All girls have to buy them at some point in their life." "Its just to embarrassing. Everyone will look at me buying a box of tampons and think that...."I trailed off. "Think what? That you're a girl on your period? News flash little sister, you are a girl who is on her period. You can ask all you want but I'm not going to go buy them for you, and since you probably just used the last one you have a limited time before you need your next one. You might want to get ready and go to the store." "Fine," I said pissed off. How could my sister be so cold to me? It was embarrassing enough that I was a girl, but having to buy tampons? My hate for being a female and my hate of my sister only increased after our conversation. I walked into the Wal-Mart with my resolve as steeled as possible. I had to buy tampons, and I had to do it now. I had noted the type that I had been using and walked straight to the tampon aisle in the store. I don't think anyone can possibly imagine how embarrassing it is to be walking into an aisle dedicated to the grossest of all female body functions. Worst of all is that it wasn't exactly a hidden aisle, there were signs all over the place as if saying "Women bleeding out of their snatch here!" announcing to the world that the women in the aisle were, well, dealing with womanly things. I hadn't paid much attention to the aisle as a man, outside of my childish snickering when I would pass the aisle, and I am sure that women who were born as women saw nothing to harsh about that place but I did. Maybe it was the aisle, maybe it was the women browsing the various products, maybe it was the reminder that I was a woman dealing with a period, or maybe it was the hormones from the period itself but I wasn't that happy. I grabbed the singular box of tampons and moved as quickly as I could to the checkout aisle. Unfortunately for me the self-checkout stations were all closed down which defeated my idea of buying them without anyone else knowing right there. I was forced to look through the rest of the checkout lanes for a lane with the smallest line, unfortunately for me the entire town apparently decided that today was a good day to shop in a Wal-Mart. Finding a checkout lane with a woman at the counter I made my way to the line and stood there. It felt like everyone was looking at me holding that box of tampons. Looking back on it I probably should have grabbed one of those little baskets and bought other things that I could cover the tampons with. "Find everything ok?" The checkout lady asked me. "Yes I did," I responded politely but with a sense of urgency. "That's good," She said as she swiped the box of tampons across the machine. She then gave me a nod as if to say "we've all been there sister, stay strong," Damn it how I hated how women instantly accepted me into their sorority so easily. I handed the lady some cash from my purse and took the change. I left the store with a sense of relief and accomplishment. While I was still embarrassed that I had buy the tampons when I left the store I had a major sense of accomplishment wash over me. I had met a huge hurdle and jumped over it. Granted I wasn't happy about what kind of hurdle it was, but it still felt good to clear it. "I see you were able to buy some tampons," My sister said to me as I walked into our room. It was odd how she always seemed to be home these days. "No thanks to you," I snapped back at her. "Awwww is my little girl being moody?" She said in a condescending tone. Maybe it was all the hormones rushing through my body but I snapped. "Why don't you shut the fuck up and leave me alone?" "What?!" She said surprised that I had snapped at her like that. "Ever since this change you have been nothing but a bitch to me. You won't help me with anything, you constantly make things harder for me, and you have been nothing but a giant fucking bitch this entire time." "I..." she started but I cut her off. "Shut the fuck up and stop being such a cunt," I said and then stormed out of the living room and into my room. I sat there fuming at my sister. You would think that after all she had done to me she might show me a little bit of compassion. I am her brother, well sister but still. All I could do with the rest of the day was sit on my computer and fume. The rest of my week really was spent dealing with my period. It truly is impossible to explain how much they can mess with your life if you haven't grown up with them. I missed a few classes that week simply because I didn't feel good and I didn't spend much time with Stan at all that week. Most of the time I stayed at home and played something on my computer. Another two months have passed and I still haven't won my bet with my sister. She has continued to be a bitch to me and our relationship is on the verge of collapse. Because she was spending so much time at home I had started spending a majority of my time at Stan's place so that I could avoid my sister. It was practically like I had moved in with him with how much time we spent together. We had sex a few more times since then but not that often because sex just complicated things between us. The biggest problem that I was facing was that with all the time spent with Stan I really felt like I started to like him. He didn't represent a tool I could use to turn back into a guy, he was something more. Stan and I had decided that because of how nice the weather was we should go to the beach and spend some time there. I got up early that morning and found a perfect bikini for the day. It was a string bikini that barely could contain my ass and chest and was skimpy, at best. I knew it would make Stan happy to see me in the bikini. I covered it up with a tiny skirt and a clingy top. "You look good," Stan said as I arrived at his house. "Oh just you wait," I said flirtatiously. "I'm not sure that I want to," he said. It was obvious that he was curious what exactly I was wearing under my skirt and top. "Do you have everything?" I said to him noticing how his car was packed full of beach stuff. "I think so," he said. "Let's get going so we can get a good spot." "Sounds good," I said and slid into his car. Over the last few months I had come to act more "natural" around Stan. Something about him made me more comfortable and I was much more willing to speak up and give input on things when I was with him. The drive to the beach took us about an hour, the whole time the two of us talked. "Ooo there's a spot!" I said pointing to an opening just big enough for him to park his car in. "Got it!" Stan said as he zipped his car over and deftly slid it into the tiny parallel parking space. It really was quite impressive how he drove his car. "What should I carry?" I asked Stan as he opened the back end of his car. "Just grab the towels and your stuff and I can manage the rest." "Alright." It was obvious Stan was trying to impress me by carrying everything to the beach. I grabbed my large bag full of things I wanted to bring as well as the towels and started to head down to the beach. Stan followed close behind me with his arms full of umbrellas and towing a rather large cooler that was full of food and drinks. "This looks like a good spot," Stan and I said at nearly the exact same time. I let out a small giggle at how we were both thinking the same thing. We set our stuff down and Stan started to set up all the umbrellas that he had brought, he really did bring quite a few. "Do you have any chairs?" I asked Stan noticing the distinct lack of chairs. "Don't need them. All you have to do is dig out the form of a chair into the sand and put your towel on it. It is much more comfortable and if you don't like it then you can just make a new one." "Oh, well then can you help me make mine my big strong man?" I said posing in a position intended to make me look like a weak helpless girl. "Of course!" Stan got on his hands and knees and started to dig out a form for me to sit in. It didn't take him long to dig me a small trench so that I could lay down in it. He then spread my floral patterned beach towel over it and turned to me. "There you are, let me know if you want it changed any bit." "Thank you!" I said and gave him a little kiss. "As a reward I will let you see what I am wearing under my skirt." "Oh I like that," he said as he spread his towel out over the sand. "I figured you would," I said as I playfully took of my top. Stan's eyes, as well as a large number of the guys on the beach, instantly affixed themselves to my chest. Next my skirt came off, and his reaction was priceless. "You are absolutely stunning," he said to me looking at my body up and down. "Thank you," I said. It was obvious he liked what he saw, and not just by his voice either. He was pitching a rather large tent in his swimming trunks. "Would you like to help me with my sun screen?" "Of course," he said grabbing my sun screen from my bag. I laid down on my belly and undid my top so that there were no strings to get in the way. "Tell me if its to hard," Stan said as he started to rub suntan lotion onto my back. "That feels good," I said. It really did feel good having his big strong hands rub the suntan lotion onto my back. He didn't push hard but he pushed hard enough to make me feel real good. He rubbed it into my back and his hands did a little bit of wandering. They had a tendency to reach around slightly in an attempt to grab my chest. I didn't get annoyed with him, and I actually liked it so much that I lifted up just enough so that he could get his entire hands onto my chest. He grabbed each of my breasts for just long enough to start to turn me on before he went back to rubbing suntan lotion onto me. He moved his hands from my back to my legs where he expertly rubbed the suntan lotion onto my body. His hands, again, did a bit of playful wandering and lingered on my butt. "Liking what you feel down there?" I said playfully. "Oh you know it," he said as he gave my butt a bit of a squeeze. "I'm glad that you do," I said. He finished rubbing the suntan lotion onto my body and took off his shirt to put some lotion on his body. I couldn't help but stare at his torso, it was obvious he had been working out lately and I felt myself getting turned on by the sign of his developing pecs and abs. "Like what you see?" he said trying to imitate me. "Oh you know it," I said doing my best to make my voice lower, which really wasn't that good. The two of us spent a lot of time talking and sunbathing together. I'm not sure if he felt as good lying in the sun as I did but I was sure that having me to look at made it more bearable for him. A few times we made our way into the water where he would splash me with cold water and I would eek like a little girl. It really was a great time. "Thanks for driving us to the beach today. I really enjoyed it," I said as I gave Stan a hug. We were in the process of packing his car up so that we could begin our drive home. "No problem. I really do enjoy spending time with you. Not to mention you look dead sexy," he said as he gave my butt a little pinch. "Aww thanks," I said blushing up. The two of climbed into his car and Stan started to drive us home. I'm not sure what possessed me to do what I did next but I did it anyways. I undid my seatbelt and leaned over to Stan's side of the car. "What are you doing?" he said. "Shhhhh, just keep driving," I said as I undid his fly. Recognizing what I was doing Stan got as comfortable as he possibly could. I pulled his penis through his pants and started to playfully lick it. It didn't take long before he was hard. I licked the tip a few times watching how it reacted each time I did before I started to take it fully into my mouth. I had never sucked his cock before, but I was now, and I was loving it. I felt so good as I moved my head up and down on his rock hard penis. My own level of horniness increased as I sucked his cock and I quickly found myself making my bikini very wet. I took his entire cock into my mouth and sucked it to climax. When he climaxed I felt his hot load shoot into my mouth and I swallowed the entire thing down not wanting to let a drop drip free. I licked it clean and pulled my head up from Stan's lap. "What was that for?" he asked. "Not that I'm complaining or anything but you have never done that before." "I just wanted to," I said honestly. "Well...."he said pausing out of shock "Ok then." I could only help but giggle slightly. "What do we want to do for dinner?" Stan asked. "I don't really want to cook and something tells me neither do you." "Well then how about we stop and get some pizza on the way home?" he suggested. "Sounds good to me," I replied. Since becoming a girl my love for pizza had diminished, but I still did enjoy some pizza from time to time. Stan made turned off of the highway and started to slow down at the stoplight when my entire world went black. I started to come to and knew something was wrong. The entire room around me was white and I couldn't move at all. I could hear a constant rhythmic beeping coming from somewhere in the room. "Oh god, nurse! NURSE!" I could hear someone screaming. My room quickly filled with people rushing in and shining lights into my eyes. I couldn't make out everything they were saying and I still didn't quite understand where I was. "Are you ok?" I heard someone say. "Can you hear us? Can you move?" another said. "I...."I tried to speak but found myself to weak to speak very well. I started to panic slightly as I started to comprehend where I was. The fog in front of my eyes started to clear and I saw that I was laying down in a hospital room. "Calm down," a nurse said noticing how I was starting to panic. I did my best to calm down but was still panicking. "Give her the shot." I saw another nurse put something into the IV tube and I felt myself calming down. I wanted to go to sleep but they wouldn't let me. "Jessica can you hear me? Just nod if you can," the nurse said. I nodded. "Good. Do you know where you are?" I nodded yes and no. I knew I was in a hospital, but where and why? Where was my sister and where was Stan? Who were all these strange people? "Jessica, you were in a car crash. You are currently at Our Lady Of Peace Hospital recovering. Your sister is on her way here right now to be with you. Once you calm down a bit and fully come out of your coma we will tell you more. For now we just want you to relax as we run some tests on you," The Nurse said. I could only nod as the fog continued to impede my ability to understand what was going on. Slowly, ever so slowly, I started to get a clearer picture of what was happening. At first I hadn't understood what the nurse had meant when she said I had come out of a coma but I slowly was starting to realize what she meant. I learned that on the way home from the beach a drunk driver had T-Boned Stans car hitting my door at 50 MPH. The doctors and nurses all said that I was lucky to be alive. When they found me I was unconscious and bleeding profusely from multiple wounds. No one said anything about how long I was in a coma for or where Stan was. They said it was because they were worried that the shock could make me slide back into a coma but I started to fear it was because of something else. A few days later the doctors said it was safe for my sister to talk to me about what had happened and that the risk of me sliding into a coma again had passed. "Hi Jessica, how are you?" Steph asked me holding my hand. "Good," I said meekly. I couldn't really respond with full sentences yet because I just didn't have the energy. "you?" "I am better now that you are awake," She said honestly. "Do you know how long you were in a coma for?" "No," I said. "You were in a coma for 25 days. The doctors were worried you weren't going to pull out of it. The whole family was worried." "Mom dad?" I said unable to form a complete sentence asking all the things I wanted to about our parents. "They have been worried sick. Both canceled business trips to come back to see you multiple times. I called them the instant that you woke up and they are on their way back from trips that they had to go to." "Stan?" I said truthfully worried about him. "The car was really messed up Jess. You are lucky to be alive," She said avoiding the question. I became alarmed and worried by how she danced around it. "Dead?" I asked as tears already started to well up in my eyes. "I'm sorry Jess," Steph said looking at me in the eyes. I couldn't help but start to cry like I had never cried before in my life. The man I had done so much with, the man I enjoyed being with, the man that I truly did love was dead. Steph held my hands as I cried and cried. What little energy I had was spent as I cried. "How?" I asked. I knew he died in the car crash but I still wanted to know more. Steph looked me in the eyes. I could tell she was looking deep into my soul and she could see the pain that I was feeling for the loss of Stan. "Jessica, don't get mad at me ok?" She said. Something was wrong. "Stan is not dead. I lied to you because I had to know. Stan didn't get hurt to badly. He spent a few nights in the hospital but was released only to come spend time here with you. He would be here right now but he had to go home because there was a death in his family. He started to cry when I called him to let him know that you woke up." "why?" I said confused. Why had she lied to me? She knew how hurt I would get thinking that Stan had died so why would she lie to me? "I had to know. You truly do love him and based on both of your reactions you two have a meaningful relationship. You won the bet Jess. You can change back now," Steph said looking at me. I could only lay there in shock at what had occurred. I had just woken up from a coma after being in a car crash. My sister lied to me telling me that the man I loved had died in the crash only to find out if I did love him. And to top it all off I had won our bet and could turn back into a guy at any point, but do I want to? After realizing that I did love Stan, did I want to turn back into a guy? Could I abandon what I was feeling just to get back into a male body? The questions blared into my mind as the darkness overcame me and I slipped back into a coma.