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Chris-alis Chapter 2 Disclaimer and warning: Although this story starts out innocently as do most of our own life stories, as the characters progress in age, themes shift to more adult situations along with explicit sexual descriptions. You have been warned. Something seemed a bit off. Somehow I found myself sweating profusely, sprinting down the sideline wearing nothing but my football cleats and a black lace bra and panty set, kind of like the ones I've seen Mom wash when she typically did a load of laundry the day after a nice night out with Dad. My whole field of vision was almost blindingly bright, however the edges seemed blurry or hazy, yet I could distinctly see the freshly cut deep green grass and the bright white chalk outlining the boundaries including every yard line, five yards apart, running the whole length of the field. Then my field of view suddenly panned out so that I could see myself running but I was also a spectator as if looking down from a low flying bird's eye view, moving with the direction of the action on the field. While I was sprinting with the football in my protective grasp, the whole West Valley Chiefs' defense was coming into the frame, they seemed faster than ever and they were on my heels chasing after me. My heart was pounding, but even stranger still, I could feel my thoughts being conflicted about whether I should keep running or let the team catch me. As everyone came into view, everything sped up as if the scene was set to fast forward, making everything move in indiscernable blurs. At that exact moment it finally made sense, my eyes snapped open realizing that I simply had probably experienced one of if not the most bizarre dreams of my life. I've read stories about people waking up in a cold sweat from nightmares or vivid dreams, but the only sweat I awoke to was practically steaming hot. I noticed that I had left the window and blinds open leaving the hot suburban Dallas sun to pour into my room directly onto my bed. Damn this Texas heat! I complained to myself. Still not quite fully awake, I dragged myself to the bathroom, turned the shower back on again and quickly rinsed off. Was I going to need to shower several times daily now that we moved here, I wondered to myself. After quickly rinsing and drying up, I picked up my most comfortable sweat shorts and noticed my old favorite game jersey from the pile of unsorted clothes, clothes I hadn't yet decided what I was going to do with yet. Once I had pulled my sweat shorts all the way up, tying the waist cinch tight, they clung almost skin tight over my hips, rear end and my upper thighs. Grabbing the jersey, I pulled my head through the neck opening first, then put each arm through their respective sleeves, so far so good. At one time, my jersey almost fit like a second skin while I was wearing my shoulder pads, but this jersey was now two years old. As I tried pulling the rest of the pliable jersey over my breasts, the material was forced to stretch in order to fit my new dimensions, conforming to the shape of my body, as if it were a second skin below my shoulders. Looking into the mirror, my mouth dropped agape. I saw a girl looking back at me who looked a lot like some of the girls in the posters my brother recently pinned up on his wall before we moved. The one particular poster that I specifically thought of, the girl was dressed only in a Saints jersey, filling it out, posing in a very seductive fashion. Although I'm more of a Chargers fan, I could see why Dave chose to tack up that poster on his wall. Snapping out of a momentary fantasy, my thoughts returned to my present situation. Upon taking stock, I decided that it wouldn't be a good idea to go downstairs for breakfast with the family dressed like one of my brother's fantasy poster girls. Besides, I had work to do. The wireless network needed to be up and running today so that I could get started on my internet research project. Hopefully setting up the wireless network would satisfy my parents' demands for me to help with today's unpacking chores. I reached into my dresser drawer where I had already sorted some of my oversized baggy t shirts. After struggling to adequately wrap my breasts as flat as I could with the ace bandage, I pulled on my new extra large Foo Fighters concert t shirt. I had intended to go see them with Mandy when their tour stopped in L.A. next week. Unfortunately I never got the chance to buy the tickets since the move to Dallas took precedence. Still feeling a trace of melancholy, I regained my concentration and walked down stairs to have breakfast with my family for the first time in our new house. Walking through the house, I felt almost like a stranger trespassing. Everything was completely unfamiliar. If I had to get up in the middle of the night to get a drink of water from downstairs, I couldn't do it before falling down the stairs and bumping into every wall between my room and the kitchen. I had a feeling that if I ever got comfortable here, it would be a long time before I'd consider this 'home'. Entering the kitchen, the smell of fresh sizzling bacon and the sound of the toaster oven timer ticking down helped at least stir some feelings from home, how we would all sit down together every weekend for a pleasant cooked family breakfast. When we eat breakfast, everyone in our family seems to just inhale it, making their food disappear from their plates. After polishing off their plates, despite having spent nearly 24 hours straight on the road and then another 12 hours moving and unpacking, Mom, Dad and Dave all looked like they were ready for round 2 of unpacking. Looking over at me, Mom asked, "How's unpacking going?" Swallowing the last of my toast, I responded, "I think I've unpacked and put away most of the things that I can still use. I guess a lot of my old clothes don't fit me very well anymore since my last, umm, growth spurt." Scanning me head to toe, Mom asks, "Let me know when you'd like to go shopping. Maybe next weekend? I need to look into some local fashion that's better suited for dealing with this heat and humidity. Besides, we need to get familiar with the shopping malls around here." Nodding in agreement, I ask, "Since I'm mostly done with my unpacking, do you need me for anything special today or can I get started setting up the wifi and all the computers?" Looking over at Dad first, Mom answers, "That would be wonderful if you can get the computers unpacked and running today. Do you want Dad or Dave to help you?" Already halfway out of the kitchen I quickly shot back, "I'll be fine, but if they are looking for something to do or would rather set up their own computers, I'll at least get the wireless network set up." Dad and Dave looking at each other both responded in unison, "Thanks, but we'll set up our own computers later." With a satisfied stomach and mission to fulfill, I began rummaging through the boxes marked 'fragile - electronics', digging for the modem and wireless router. After spilling the top layer of Styrofoam peanut protective packaging onto the floor, it was no trouble spotting the electronic components that I needed to finish my important little project. Once I picked out the perfect spot on my father's desk in his new study area, right next to a phone jack and power socket, I had everything hooked up and plugged in. All the necessary lights came on, which now meant I should only be required to plug in and turn on my laptop, then check that it's connected to the internet. After cleaning up the packaging material that spilled onto the floor, the morning was still only half over, leaving the rest of the day to myself. Turning on my laptop, I crossed my fingers that everything would work on the first try. After my laptop was fully booted up, the wifi reception bars lit up solid, indicating I had internet connectivity. Hallelujah! It's time for some things to start going right again, even if they're just minor things. Getting around my Dad's parental controls was so easy. Having freshly wiped my hard drive and reloaded my operating system along with all of my previous software programs and backed up data a few weeks before we made our big move, it was like giving myself a brand new upgraded computer without the restrictions. Opening up a brand new browser, I simply typed in a Google search, 'female genitalia anatomy' and a whole bunch of website links popped up. Clicking on the first link, I seemed to have found what I was looking for. Not only were there several pictures with detailed diagrams of vaginas, they also had a section displaying the same kind of pictorial explanations for penises. Before going any further, I took my laptop off of my desk and into my bedroom's privately adjoining bathroom. I sat down on the floor across from where the large wall mounted vanity mirror extended all the way down to the floor. I peeled off my sweat pants, pulled off my t shirt, unwrapped my ace bandages around my breasts and then resumed looking at the clinically diagrammed vagina pictures. Most of my parts matched what I saw in the Vulva diagrams, except the glans of my clitoris was also the glans of my penis. Compared to how most girls' clitorises looked, mine was obscenely wide. In fact, mine was wider than my thumb! After I fished my penis out from it's fleshy encased compartment, which kept it completely hidden from plain sight running under my veneris mons, my unerect penis began to stand out a good 4 or 5 inches. As I continued examining myself, my vaginal opening was beginning to look and feel a little moist, at the same time, my penis began to harden becoming a couple of inches longer. As I started pulling and rubbing my penis, my examination began to decend into a journey of self exploration. While my penis was completely hard, I figured out that I couldn't tuck it back in where I normally kept it in it's fleshy compartment. The more I massaged my penis, the more the moisture gathered around the opening of my vagina. With my butt on the floor and my legs spread apart, I could clearly see in the mirror across from me how thick pearly white vaginal fluids were beginning to drip onto the floor. By this time, my examination was over and I was completely at the whim of my supercharged teenage hormones, searching for the pinnacle of ecstasy. Continuing to massage my penis, my breathing became heavier, while a kind of electrical energy began building along the inside and outside labia walls and hood of my vagina. My heavy breaths quickly turned into low moans. My moans began to almost sound like a little girl enjoying her favorite ice cream who oddly was simultaneously also doing some hard exercises, but much much more intense. As I began to lightly buck my hips, my movement made my breasts bounce and sway, providing a little extra stimulation. The extra stimulation took me over the edge, I don't know for sure, but I think my eyes rolled back into my head while my whole body began to shake. Instead of vaginal fluids just dripping out, I was now leaking a slow hot steady stream of pearly white vaginal juice. From what I could tell after reading about stimulation and orgasms, I had concluded that I definitely had just orgasmed. Strangely, my orgasm kept rolling as I kept massaging my penis. I must have kept my orgasm going for 10 minutes until I couldn't hold my moans back from turning into a scream. Coming down slowly from the most amazing body and mind engulfing sensations I could ever imagine, I needed a break, if just to contrast the orgasmic ecstasy from how I normally felt. As my head cleared, I could smell a very distinct odor in the room. I reached down between my legs, scooped up a dollop of my still warm thick vaginal fluids, then raised my fingers up to my nose and took a whiff. Yup, oh boy, that was the scent. It was slightly pungent but not so bad that it turned me off. Quite the opposite, really. Without really thinking, I licked my fingers and put both the scent and taste to memory. However, I had no basis for which to compare the odor to with any other scent from memory, other than assuming that this is what having sex must smell like. As my penis softened up, I was able to tuck it back into its fleshy compartment. Nonetheless, my body wasn't done accepting pleasurable stimulation, I felt the sparks of rapture start to fly again around the hood of my vagina. Even with my penis tucked away out of view and being unable to directly apply massaging stimulation, the stimulation around my clitoris and my clitoral hood seemed even stronger now with my penis tucked away. As my fingers became lubricated from my vaginal juices, I couldn't resist inserting my finger into my vagina. The muscles within the walls of my vagina spasmed as my finger pushed apart the sensitive hot wet fleshy walls inside. I could tell that this was going to be an interesting afternoon of exploration. Over an hour later and after four more long lasting orgasms with my penis tucked away, I decided that while both kinds of masturbation had their strong points, the vaginal stimulation seemed to provide the most overwhelming indescribable pleasure. Looking at the clock, I noticed that over 2 hours had gone by and if I didn't go down for lunch soon, my parents might send a search party out looking for me. Making sure to clean up thoroughly, using a wet soapy wash cloth and rinsing off any area where my vaginal juice might have spilled onto me, I felt satisfied once I couldn't smell my arousal any longer. After slipping my shorts back on and putting on a little extra deodorant around my privates (just in case), I went downstairs to grab some quick lunch. Less than halfway down the stairs, I noticed the weight of my breasts bouncing and swaying with each downward step. Looking down at the front of my shirt, even though my shirt was a size larger than I'd normally wear, there was no mistaking two distinct breasts pushing my shirt out an extra 3 inches than my t shirt normally would when I tightly bandaged my breasts. Contemplating whether to turn around and rebandage my chest to hide my continuing breast development or just continue going downstairs to the kitchen for lunch, I decided that I was sick of constantly bandaging myself up, not to mention putting up with the extra layer of cloth in this heat. If anyone says anything, at least I'll get the issue out in the open. Continuing on towards the kitchen, I was mildly amused by the light bouncing and gentle swaying sensations I felt coming from chest, simply from walking without my customary bandaging. Entering the Kitchen, only Mom was still in the room finishing her late lunch. Reaching the fridge first with my back turned to her, I grabbed the limited selection of leftover lunch meat that we were able to fit into the ice chest from our move, found a few slices of rye bread and began making a few Black forest ham sandwiches. As I sat down at the kitchen counter island next to Mom, she looked over at me and just stared for a few moments. "Where have you been hiding those?" she asked, breaking her long silence. "Ace bandages, they're not just for sprains anymore." I jokingly replied. "So far our neighbors haven't come calling to welcome us, but with tomorrow being Saturday, I imagine a few of the more outgoing neighbors will be stopping by to introduce themselves. Have you thought about what we talked about on the drive here?" pumped Mom, looking at me for some direction. "I've been thinking about it since we last talked yesterday. I haven't rushed to a decision yet, but I'm leaning towards not hiding what's happening. By tonight I think I'll be more certain how I'd like to make my fresh start. Is that OK with you, Mom?" I proposed in response. "Take your time honey, whatever you decide is okay. And if you want to go see the doctor again before deciding anything, that's okay too." Mom replied in a comforting tone. "Before I hit the sack, I'll talk with you and Dad. Tomorrow isn't going to wait and I have a pretty good feeling how things might go whichever way I decide." I explained to Mom, slowly heading back upstairs. Mom nodded her agreement as I began walking upstairs to sort out some more impending issues. Feeling fairly certain that my privacy was safe for the rest of the afternoon, I went back to my bathroom and closed my door once more. While restarting my laptop waiting for it boot back up, I peeled off my clothing down to my birthday suit. While the computer whirred to life, I took a moment to initiate a little more self-examination in the vanity mirror. As my eyes darted in the mirror looking from head to toe, I couldn't see the boy who had always looked back at me in the mirror. In fact, I didn't even look like I could pass as one of the 8th grade girls from last year's class. I looked more like a sophisticated older teen girl, you know the top of the food chain type at the cusp of adulthood, the ultimate girl, a high school senior chick! With the computer ready to go, I slid a soft folded up towel against the wall across from the full length portion of the vanity mirror, then plopped myself back down. Back in the same position where I last felt my first real earth shattering orgasm before lunch, I decided to find out more about what having sex was like for guys and for girls. With that in mind, I simply entered 'hot babe sex' into the search box on my browser and in no time, thousands of website links were found by the search engine. Feeling a little mischievous, I pushed past my inhibitions and clicked on the first link. Within minutes I was scanning various salacious videos. The one that caught my attention first was of a tall athletic guy and beautiful waifish girl having sex. Upon their clothes coming off, she started licking and then swallowing his dick. Within minutes, he was returning the favor licking her vagina, or pussy as she called it. A few minutes later, he pulled her up and bent her over the arm of a sofa and slowly plunged his dick into her pussy. The girl squealed with a look of more than just regular enjoyment on her face. She had a wild animalistic look on her face. As the video played on, I began to slowly rub my own vagina. I licked my fore and middle fingers, then began to rub my moistening labia in small circles. Once vaginal juices began to flow past my fingers, I inserted my middle finger while using my moistened thumb to rub my super large clitoris. My vagina spasmed, almost as if the muscles within it were pulling and squeezing on my inserted finger. With my other hand, I reached up and began caressing my the engorged nipple of my right breast, causing my heart to almost skip a beat and lose my breath. Continuing to massage my sopping wet clitoris and labia alternatively, my breathing turned into stifled moans. Desiring even more stimulation, I began rolling and pinching my erect nipple between my fingers. As the girl in the video was reaching her climax, I began to feel my own orgasm crest like a giant wave at the beach, the way it would pick you up with unimaginable force allowing you to ride its immense power when you do everything just right. By now my vaginal juices were flowing and the room was filled with the smell of my arousal. Still rubbing my clitoris I slid my middle finger into my vagina in addition to my forefinger. The extra volume filling me made my eyes feel like they were bugging out of their sockets. Finally the guy in the video began to climax, but instead of climaxing inside of the girl, he pulled out and aimed his dick towards her breasts. Within seconds, he started to shoot streams of sperm onto her breasts signaling the end of their encounter. After thoroughly enjoying four more mind blowing orgasms while watching a few more videos of various sexual exploits, which included women solo masturbating and lesbians having sex, upon feeling my satisfaction, a wicked smile took shape across my face. Although I had a dick, it didn't really do what the guys dicks did in the videos, at least not when they climaxed. I could probably use my dick for sex, but it still wouldn't ejaculate sperm the way the men in the videos did. On the other hand, my vagina was like all the girl pussies. In fact, I decided that from now on when it comes to sex, I have a pussy too and more importantly, I really think I like using it. Thinking back prior to today, I hadn't given much thought about myself in a sexual way. However, with my body and mind now rapidly being transformed, twisted, pulled and shaped by the raging torrent of hormones flooding my body in addition to my genetic blueprint having its final say on how I was going to ultimately turn out, I could only imagine what the coming months, let alone years would bring. Even with my sudden awakening of overwhelming sexual arousal, in the back of my mind, I couldn't forget Mandy, which in turn caused me to drift off fantasizing about us. Regrettably, the fantasy was short-lived, when my heart pushed past the lust and desire, it told my head that Mandy loved the boy version of me, at least that's who I was to her before we last said goodbye. With that realization, I snapped out of my revelry and began to clean myself up again. This is just too confusing. But I think I'm beginning to understand some of those hackneyed old sayings, such as, 'there's no going back' and 'you can't go home again'. I could only move forward now in a way that could only make sense with what has been happening to me. Going forward with the new me, my biggest fears now were that people might find out who I was before, then there would be all the potential pitfalls and mistakes I could make as I start trying to act like I've spent my whole life as the girl who I now appear to be. Heaven help me. Before going downstairs to have 'the talk' with Mom and Dad, I needed to clean up and rinse off once again. After drying up, I pulled out some fresh clothes, however, this time I found my old gym shorts from 6th grade and my first concert t shirt, my washed out black Green Day t shirt. I have to say, it can come in handy having young parents who'll take you with them to fun and cool events like rock concerts. However, I don't know if anything can prepare even the coolest parents to pass the ultimate test of coolness, being cool with and understanding the news I was about to spring on them. I purposely picked these clothes knowing that they would be tight in all the places girl clothes tended to be. No sense in hiding who I was any longer, not to my parents anyway. My shorts only came down less than halfway down my thighs, more importantly, they really hugged my hips and butt. My t shirt was tight everywhere and it didn't even reach down to my bellybutton anymore. After smoothing out my shirt, I brushed my hair, styling it more like some of the girls with shoulder length hair without bangs, mainly parting my hair slightly off center from the middle but framing both sides of my face. Taking a last look in the mirror, I kind of reminded myself a little of a really young darker haired Jennifer Aniston. If this is what I have to work with, not too bad, I guess. With my suddenly changed new attractive hair style in contrast with my old brushed back style and wearing my small form fitting clothes, not hiding what my body has transformed into over the last year plus, I was as ready as I could be to spring the talk on my parents. Downstairs, while my parents were finishing up watching the ending of some romantic comedy, I stopped into the kitchen to pour myself a tall glass of ice cold milk and snack on a protein bar. It was something to do to pass a few minutes while waiting for the movie to end. When the ending music began and the credits started to roll, I matter-of-factly strolled into the family room in front of my parents. I'll never forget the look on Dad's face. If he would have had taken a sip of his drink at the moment he saw me, I'm certain he'd have spit it all over the floor. Mom flinched a little, but then quickly patted the couch seat right next to her signaling for me to come sit down by her. Breaking the silence, I announced, "Mom, Dad, just thought I'd check in before going to bed. I guess we need to discuss a little something." Putting her arm around me, Mom looked at me in appraisal for a moment then answered, "I'd say so, Chris honey." Dad opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but then just nodded his head instead. "I know since tomorrow's Saturday, we're probably going to meet at least a few of our new neighbors. I don't think I can hide anymore what's been happening to me since before last year. Anyway, since no one knows me here yet and with all of the coming introductions, I didn't think it would make sense to continue covering up and hiding these changes." I explained. "Honey, have you thought about how you would like to be known and what we should call you in front of everyone?" Mom queried. "I think 'Chris' will still work. No need to change something that we're all used to. As for school, I might have to change 'Christopher' to something like 'Christina' and my middle name, 'Justin' to 'Justine'. But if you can help me get that done, it should be pretty smooth sailing." I replied almost nonchalantly. "Okay, help me out here just a second. Mom told me that you went to the doctor and some things were happening, but she never said that the things happening to you were happening this much. How, how did you manage to keep this from us?" Dad finally mustered to ask. "Well Dad, I started out mostly normal like you remember, but then I noticed these small differences..." and then I went on to explain the stages and extent of my changes leaving out details about today's earlier self-exploration. After talking for close to an hour, Mom and Dad reassured me that everything would be OK, also that they respected my decision and that there was nothing wrong with it, even if it was very uncommon. They also understood my desire for privacy while going through these changes, especially in relation to my past. For now, we just wouldn't talk about it except for in very general terms if anyone ever asked. After receiving a few hand delivered welcoming cards in our mail box from some of our neighbors, we knew Saturday would bring us some visitors and probably some brand new people into our lives. After calling Dave down for a briefing of our discussion, once he picked his mouth up from the floor, he tentatively was on board with our plans on how we went forward with my new public identity. But leave it to Dave to point out how the next big family get together with Grandmas & Grampas Martinek and Lange, not to mention all of our aunts, uncles and cousins was going to be something wild next time they'd see me. Oh well, I'll worry about it when that day gets here. Before we broke our family huddle, I told them that after we enrolled for high school, I'd still like to sign up and try out for the football team later this summer. Mom, Dad and Dave all looked a little surprised, but then shrugged, 'why not?' if I really wanted to. In the mean time though, we agreed that I'd need to make a trip with Mom to the shopping mall to help me replace and stock up on my wardrobe with what I'd need to make my new look work. With the major details discussed, I headed upstairs, hoping for a decent night's rest. Closing my bedroom door behind me, I sighed in relief. On my way to the bathroom, I booted up my laptop for one last little browsing session before going to sleep. As I was about to brush my teeth, I tied my hair back into a ponytail to keep my hair out of my face while brushing my teeth and washing my face. As I looked into the mirror with my hair in a pony tail, I couldn't help but think about all the special times I spent with Mandy, the way she always had her hair tied back in a cute pony tail when we were outside running around, playing basketball, swimming in the pool or riding our bikes. After rinsing the toothpaste from my mouth and patting my face dry, I realized that I never checked my email or Facebook page. Facebook was still pretty new to high school and jr. high kids, but everyone I knew who had a computer was chatting with their friends, doing things on line with each other through it. Checking my email first, I noticed two emails that were marked urgent, high priority. They were both from Mandy, one from the evening we left and the other was written earlier today. After reading both emails, she wrote that she wanted to check in on me and in the second email she said that she was starting to get worried that we might not have made it here safely yet. I quickly replied to her second email and wrote to her I was sorry for not checking my email and writing back sooner. I explained that there was so much to do and I fibbed saying that I just got the internet up and running tonight. I finished my email saying that I missed her and wished she could be here to help me adjust. Boy, if she only knew! After hitting send, I checked my Facebook page and saw that a few of my old classmates wrote some messages on my page, along with Mandy who added three of her own messages. In one message, she included a picture of her making an exaggerated sad face. After reciprocating posts on everyone's Facebook pages, but without sending any new pics of me, it then struck me that I'd have to make a new Facebook identity once I started to meet new people out here. Oh man, this is going to get complicated. Taking care of my on line civic duties, replying to my friends, I proceeded to indulge in one quick erotic search to release a little pent up tension from the big talk with my parents earlier. For the heck of it, I typed in 'pussy' and hit search. One of the first links to come up was a Youtube video. Evidently it was a video of a song by a band called 'Lords of Acid' called 'Pussy'. I almost passed on it, but decided to click on the link anyway. I figured that if I didn't like the video, it only cost me a minute or so of my attention. Once the video got going, I almost died laughing so hard. However, at the same time, as silly as it was, I was also getting a little aroused. The lyrics were hilarious but oh so naughty. The song almost perfectly fit my mood considering the way things went for me earlier today. Before shutting down my computer, I added the song to my favorites and made a note to myself to check out more Lords of Acid songs next time. Lying restlessly in her bed almost 1500 miles away on a hot Friday Los Angeles night, Mandy thought to herself, "I can't believe Chris is really gone. Losing my best friend like this just isn't fair." As she continued to search her thoughts, she then wondered to herself about their final hug on Chris' front porch. "How, why did his chest stick out and touch my tits so far out in front of him? It felt so soft but also firm, like... no, no way, theres no damn way...."