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Disclaimer: All people in this story are fictional and any resemblance to
living people is a cryin' shame. It was created to be a pleasant
fantasy.
Bunk Beds - Chapter 7
Isis Eris
Chapter 7
I must have drifted off to sleep at some point because here I was in the
white void of nothingness once more. My desire for sex was so palpable
that I probably would've had sex with the next person that walked by - if
there wasn't already somebody standing in front of me. It was Karen, in
my true body. Well, the magical 9 inch penis that was standing erect
wasn't exactly 'true', but it was true enough.
"I've always wondered," Karen said.
There was a pause while she looked at me with lust. I wanted to ask what
she wondered in the hopes of speeding this all along, but I couldn't
actually speak unless she gave me permission to - and she had clearly
forgotten this little fact.
She shrugged, and walked up until she was close to me.
"I've always wondered," she said. "What does the inside of my vag feel
like from a guy's perspective?"
Oh, shit. That monstrous thing was going to go inside of me? Would it
hurt? Could I even feel pain here? I read once that the average vagina is
4 inches deep, so -
She put her arms around my waist and lifted me up into the air. I
instinctively wrapped my legs around her waist and leaned forward into
her embrace. My breasts were pushed into her chest and I was resting my
head on her shoulder. Karen moved me around a bit - I wasn't sure why,
at first, but then I realized she was trying to line up our genitals.
"Get ready," Karen whispered.
I felt her cock thrust into me with a great force - I lost my breath when
she hit 'rock bottom' - the very back of my vagina. Intellectually I
realized that probably should have hurt, but I only felt pleasure.
Perhaps there was no pain in this dimension? I bucked back with my hips
and he responded with another massive thrust. Oh God, it felt so good! I
leaned back a little so the cock angled towards my clit a little more,
and started feeling up my own breasts as the volley of hip-thrusts
bounced back and forth.
I could tell that Karen was breathing heavily, and so was I -- the sweat
was just pouring off of us. My mind started to shut off due to being
consumed by pleasure. I moaned, and I moaned again. Or maybe it was just
one long moan that was more audible at some times than others. Karen was
grunting and her eyes were closed. I could tell that she was close to the
edge now because I was, too, and in this dimension we seemed
synchronized. Finally, I threw my head back and screamed -
***
I caught my breath, and opened my eyes, but I wasn't back in Karen's
room. I was still in the void. Standing in front of me was the stern
figure of my landlord - or rather, landlady. Dee stood in a stark
contrast to the rest of the whiteness as she was wearing a midnight black
tuxedo in a feminine cut that emphasized the curve of her hips and her
breasts; her skin seemed to shimmer in the void.
"Hello, Loren," she said.
"What?" was all I was able to sputter in reply.
I looked down and saw that I was in my own body again and it was
completely naked. The pleasure of the void invaded my dick and I had a
perma-hard on. I covered myself discreetly with one hand.
"I'm here to make a deal with you," she said.
"About our lease?"
"Yes. If you do a small favor for me, I'll let you and all of your
girlfriends out of the lease. No penalty and I'll return half of the
deposit."
I really didn't like where this was going; the hairs on the back of my
neck stood up and I felt cold shivers through my body.
"What exactly do I have to do for you?"
"I need your help to get me into a certain body. A very specific body, in
fact."
"How am I supposed to do that?"
She rolled her eyes. "The bunk beds, obviously. You might not have known
but there is a type of consent with the bunk beds. You give your consent
when you fall asleep in the bunk bed while knowing who is in the other
one. If someone else were to climb into the bed other than the person you
had thought it was, it wouldn't work. So I can't just steal a body.
That's where you come in. I need you to get her to consent to this."
"Right," I said, taking this in. "But who? Whose body do you want?"
"You friend Beth's."
"What? Why do you want Beth's body? That's sick!"
"It's a funny thing, the union between body and soul," Dee said. "I've
had hundreds of bodies over the years, but I still have a yearning for my
original body. I don't think you could comprehend how much I miss it, or
how far away it seems. My first body was shaped just like Beth's - though
it was a little more Greek."
"You want Beth's body because it reminds you of your old body?"
"Damn it, Loren, I realize this is unusual, but do try to think about
what you say. Don't just repeat it back to me like a broken parrot!"
"Sorry," I said, and then I realized I wasn't sorry. "I'll never let you
have Beth's body."
Dee nodded gravely. "I had assumed you wouldn't go along with it. Which
is why my clients have lent me the power to blackmail you."
The hand that I was using to cover my petite genitals moved over onto my
hip - and it moved without my command. Dee lifted up her arms in a
sweeping theatrical gesture; her palms were facing up. Bright green
flames blazed out of her hands and I felt a terrible pain in my crotch. I
looked down in horror only to see that my balls and my dick were
embroiled in similar green energy, and it felt like somebody was
squeezing them. A few moments later I jolted in place and the magic
disappeared.
Dee was now holding two green orbs in each of her palms, along with a
green cylinder in one hand. A nasty smile spread across her lips.
"Look down," she said.
My neck bent downwards and I got a good look at my crotch - but it was
different. Neither of my testicles were there, and my dick was half the
size it usually was. Even though I was experiencing a raging hard-on it
must have only been two inches long!
"I have taken the essence of your balls and half the essence of your
dick. If I were to crush one of these delicate shapes in my hand, the
essence would ooze out, and that body part would effectively be
destroyed. Do you understand the nature of my threat?"
"Yes," I said.
"If I feel that you are not adequately working towards the goal I've set
for you, then I will destroy one of the orbs. You can still father
children with one testicle. The second time I penalize you, it will be
the cylinder I shatter, leaving you with a permanent micro-penis. And if
you fail me completely, then I'll destroy the second orb. I could, of
course, destroy your penis entirely -- but I'd rather leave you with the
two inch stub as a reminder of what you'd lost."
She walked up close to me until her nose was touching my nose. She
grabbed my dick and squeezed.
"You will now awaken. I suggest that you think long and hard about my
proposition, and that you do the right thing, lest you be left with some
serious regrets."
***
"Oh, thank goodness," a voice said.
It was Karen - and boy, did she look relieved.
"You didn't wake up at the same time as me," she said. "You were still
asleep, and I tried to wake you, but I couldn't. I was afraid that
something terrible had happened."
"Yeah, no, I'm fine," I said groggily.
Or was I? I threw off the sheet that was half-covering myself to make
certain that last dream had just been a dream - but it hadn't. I had no
balls. They were gone, without any marks or incisions that would suggest
that they had been surgically removed - it was like I hadn't even been
born with them! My penis was half the size it used to be, but it was
still there.
Damn. That dream was real. This is really embarrassing - maybe I won't
tell anyone except Beth about this. But no, my roommates will find out
about this - development - when it's their turn to be in my body. No, I'd
better tell them everything.
"No, I'm not fine," I said.
Karen turned to me as she was half-way into a pair of jogging shorts,
though still topless.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
I slid off the top bunk and then stood up.
"Oh my God," she said, quickly seeing the problem.
"Yeah," I said. "Would you round up the other roommates? I think we'd
better talk about this."
***
Soon I was standing in the living room in a night-gown. Oddly, no one
questioned the night gown - I guess they were getting used to seeing my
body dressed up in a feminine manner. Well, two of them had done it
themselves, I guess.
"After the usual dream that we shared, I had a second dream," I said.
I explained what went down, and the conversation to the best of my
ability. I probably got some of the precise wording wrong, since that
lady talks in such an exact manner.
"...and when I woke up, I was like this," I said, and lifted up my
nightgown to my waist. Beth and Jenna gasped, and Cindy was a mixture
between amused and horrified. Nobody said anything for a few minutes.
Funny; a week ago I never would have dreamed of exposing myself like
this, to anyone. After everyone had a good look, I put my nightgown back
down. When it's soft it's only half an inch now. There was a short but
sharp silence.
"You've been emasculated," Beth said.
"It looks so - harmless," Cindy said.
"My clit gets that longer than that," Jenna said in wonderment.
There was another silence.
"Obviously, we can't let our landlord have Beth's body," I said at last.
"That would just be sick, and weird."
"You'd never get your balls back," Karen said.
"No, but I'd still have most of my body, at least. If we make the trade
then Beth will lose everything."
"But could you live like that? Surely your manhood is a big part of your
identity," Beth said.
I shrugged. "I guess? I never really built my identity around my
genitals. I built it around my personality."
"Well, we don't have to act like this is an all-or-nothing affair, or
make a final decision right now. If we keep thinking we might even think
of a way around this," Jenna said.
"Yeah," I said evenly.
"So everyone," Jenna said as she tapped her finger to her head. "Put on
your thinking caps. Because we need a solution that doesn't involve Loren
getting castrated or Beth losing her body."
We agreed, and then the group dispersed.
***
Cindy pulled me aside before I could back to Karen's room.
"You remember Kendra?" Cindy asked me.
"Your artsy friend that took advantage of you?"
"Yeah, her. Well, we're on speaking terms again, and we're kind of
working things out. But she asked about you. She'd never met a trans-
person before you. 'Course, that was me in your body, but she doesn't
know that. She might have a job opportunity for you."
"Really?" I asked.
"Uh-huh. She's friends with this lady that runs a caf? that's known as a
LGBT hotspot in the town. I had mentioned you were looking for work, and
Kendra thinks she can get you a job there."
"That would be awesome," I said.
"Only problem is, both Kendra and the caf? owner think you're an MTF."
"Emm-Tee-Eff?"
"Male-to-female. You know, a transsexual that was designated as a male at
birth, but transitions into their true self as a woman later on. They
take hormones to grow tits and make all the fat on their bodies more
feminine."
"Oh. I've heard of people like that, but I guess I never knew the
terminology."
"Basically, if you wanted to take this job, you'd have to keep up the
ruse that you're transwoman just starting out."
I thought about it. "So, I'd have to dress female every day, and stuff?"
"Every time you left the house, anyway. Word might get out if any of the
patrons see you going back and forth between boy and girl."
I stopped to think about that. Would it really be any stranger than going
into a woman's body every other day?
"I would've told you last night, but you were pretty mad at me for having
sex with your body."
"Yeah, well, I still kind of am," I said.
She looked down. "Oh. Sorry. But you know, it meant a lot to me. I lost
my virginity to your body."
"What? You said you've had tons of guys!"
"I lied. The only guys that have been interested in me have had a creepy
Asian fetish. Everyone else thought I was too weird."
"I...see?"
"Never mind," she said. "I'll give you Kendra's number and you can decide
what to do."
She fiddled with her smart phone until Kendra's number popped up and she
copied the number onto a post it-note for me.
"It's pretty big of you to do what you're doing for Beth. I didn't know
you had that in you," Cindy said, then went back to bed.
"Thanks."
***
I walked into Beth's room as I studied the post-it note Cindy had given
me. If I could get a job, I'd only have to earn enough to either get a
bed of my own or to move out, and then Dee wouldn't be able to blackmail
us with threats in the dream-world. That could save Beth, at least. I
guess it wouldn't actually get any of my missing body back, but I could
live with that.
Although, should I be able to live with that? It seemed to me like balls
were supposed to be pretty important to a guy. I guess I had only really
looked at them as something that enabled me to have children - and I
hadn't even really thought about whether I wanted children or not. So
what did it mean that I wasn't bothered at the thought of losing them?
"What do you have there?" Beth asked.
"It's Kendra's phone number. She might be able to set me up with a job at
the LGBT caf? in town," I said.
"That would be great," Beth said.
"I'd have to pretend I was a MTF transsexual," I said.
"Oh," Beth said. "Would that bother you?"
"A little. But it might be the easiest solution to getting out of reach
of our evil landlady."
"True. And we could help you. I think you would look pretty as a girl,"
she said.
She really doesn't see me as a guy at all.
"No, really, I think you'd look attractive as a girl! It's a compliment,"
Beth said.
"Thanks, I guess."
"You already have a great fashion sense. We just might have to help you
with hair and make-up a little."
"And my voice."
"No, you have a very feminine voice already," Beth said.
"Thanks," I said again, not exactly hiding my contempt.
"But it's beautiful voice. That's another compliment."
"If you say so."
"Being feminine isn't a negative thing, you know. I'd always appreciated
the fact that you were so comfortable with yourself."
"Comfortable with myself how, exactly?"
"You know," she said. "You're not afraid to shirk conventional
expectations of gender expression to be yourself."
"I'm not?"
"Come on, Loren. Surely you knew this about yourself."
"I never thought about what I did or why; I just did what felt natural."
"See, and that's what I've always loved about you."
Silence.
"Do you see me as a guy?" I asked.
She locked eyes with me but looked conflicted.
"I'd like to think that I see you as you, and nothing more."
"And when you see me for me, do you see me as a guy?"
"I - well, I don't see you like other guys. And I liked that. I'm not a
misandrist or anything, but I never really could relate to guys, and
there were very few I could hold a conversation with."
"So...No."
"Loren, what's wrong? This isn't like you."
"I have to make a phone call," I said and left.
***
I sat in Karen's vacant room, staring at my feet. It was rude of me to
just walk out on her like that; I felt bad about what I did immediately
after I had done it. But she had confirmed the fear that had been
festering inside of me the last few days. I had the definitive answer -
the only girl in the apartment that I wanted to see me as a guy didn't.
Maybe moving into this apartment was a bad idea. Not just because of
Beth. But before I came into this place I felt like understood how the
world worked and I thought I understood myself. Now I'm seeing that my
understanding of things were much more limited than I had thought and I'm
not any better for it. I looked down at the yellow square of paper in my
hand. I guess if I was going to get out of here and - do something - this
was my only viable option at the moment. Especially since I had screwed
up that sweet video game store job.
I dialed up Kendra's number. It was kind of weird - this girl had tried
to make out with me while I was in Cindy's body.
"Jesus, it's early. What do you want?"
"Oh, uh, I can call back later," I offered.
"Who is this exactly?"
"This is Loren. Cindy said you might be able to help me find a job."
"Yeah! Yeah, that's right. I'm friends with this lady, Manny. She runs
Veritable Variables, the coffee shop in town. You ever been there?"
"No," I said.
"Well, it's the closest thing we have to a gay bar here in town. 'Cept
it's a coffee shop."
"You think Manny would give me a job?"
"Oh yeah, I'm pretty sure she'd love to help you out. See, Manny likes to
help out LGBT youth who are going through hard times."
"That's really awesome of her."
"I know, right? Do you have any experience at being a waitress?"
"Nope. Will that be a problem?"
"Can you make coffee?"
"No."
"Well, it doesn't matter. If she doesn't want to help you then I'll just
bang her until she agrees. Her and I are friends with benefits, you see,
and while usually the benefits are sexual, we do regular favors for each
other from time to time, too."
"Ah," I said.
"If you don't mind me asking, what's your orientation?"
"St--straight lesbian," I said.
"Cool. I'm bi, myself. Oh! And if I may ask another question, are you on
hormones yet?"
"No, I'm - I really don't know anything about that."
"Manny can probably help you with that. If any Trans people are here in
town, or have been in town, she's talked with them and learned something.
Bet you can't wait to start growing boobs!"
"I've always wondered what that would be like," I deadpanned.
"Haha! Well, when I saw you at lecture with Cindy, I thought you looked
plenty cute already. Say, though, I have to get back to bed. It's like 7
AM on a day I don't have classes. I'll talk with Manny and have her call
you. Is that okay?"
"That's great! Thanks, Kendra."
"No problem. Cindy's said you're a really deep person, and I dig that.
Actually, I kinda had the sense she had a crush on you. But that can't be
right, since she's straight. Anyway, talk to you later!"
And at that, she hung up.
Cindy, having a crush on me? Wow, this Kendra girl was even more out of
touch with reality than I had thought.
***
Well, the first part was done. Now if Manny calls, I'll just say yes, and
then that'll be that - I'll officially have started my false transition.
That's the word that Cindy had used earlier today. Transition. Every
time I go to work - and maybe every time I leave the house - I'll have to
dress as a woman. Funny; I had already forgotten that I was sitting
around in a nightgown. I lifted it up again and looked at my flaccid
half-inch penis. Since it wasn't on top of any testicles it just laid
flat against my skin and if there had been more of it then it would have
just hug the curvature of my body.
What little claim to manhood I had once had - or ever had, I guess - was
gone now. At this point I was closer to an intersexed person who had
arbitrarily been assigned male due to having too big of a clit. I put my
hands to my breasts, which had developed more than they should have at
puberty. They were a little sensitive to touch. I rubbed them while I
thought about what it had been like if they had grown even more back then
- like as big as Jenna's, or Beth's breasts. I guess it's possible that
they still could, if I got on hormones.
Although, come to think of it, I'm not exactly producing hormones
anymore. I wasn't on estrogen, but my body was devoid of testosterone.
What exactly would that do to my body? I think I read about what
happened to the castrati - those boys who were castrated so they could
still have great singing voices - but I don't remember what all the
effects were. And besides, I was almost 19. Surely it couldn't have much
effect on me at this point?
It was at that point my phone rang and it showed an unknown number.
"Hello, is this Lauren?" the voice on the other end asked.
"Yes, that's me," I said.
"Hey, Kendra just told me what's up, and I'd love to have you on my
staff. Part time only, but if you do well we can see about full-time.
Does that seem like it'll work out?"
"Yeah! That's great."
"Good. Come over later today and we'll fill out all the paper work, set
up your work schedule, and all that. You have the address?"
I didn't it, so I wrote it down as she told it to me. I could probably
walk there if the weather was nice.
"Welcome aboard, Lauren! Here's the part where your good luck starts
kicking in again."
She hung up and the call was over - but my 'transition' had just begun.
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