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Just Playing Along By Bluedust Hi guys! Wow, seems a while since my last contribution, how are you all? Good, I hope. Okay, so, here's my third effort, right here for your viewing pleasure. As always, I've tried to be original in my approach, coming up with something different to what else is out here. I hope you enjoy it and please, please, please, DO leave comments as I always read them and like to take them on board for my next piece. Well, that's enough from me, here we go... Note: In this story, the term "sissy" is used. Everyone's definition of this term varies and I'm only using one of those definitions. If you think this might offend you, please don't read this. I'm not looking to offend anyone, only to entertain. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- "Alright, everyone settle down!" The chatter of the classroom promptly quietened. "Thank you," Mrs Blake said. She took a moment to scan the twelve of us. Twelve young men, all eagerly waiting to find out what our assignment for the term would be - our last term of school. Collectively, we were a drama class - well, part of a drama class anyway. Normally, there would be 30 of us, girls included. On this particular morning however, Mrs Blake, one of our two instructors, had selected us 12 and taken us into the classroom next door. "What's this about, ma'am?" asked Mike, who was incidentally also my best friend. "Well, if you give me a moment to speak, Michael, I shall explain," she replied. Mrs Blake, though a respected teacher, was still only young at maybe 30, making her putdowns all the more amazing. She was a perfectly-formed woman, with smooth creamy skin and brown curly hair. "Now, as I'm sure you're all aware, this will be our last term together before we unleash you all into the world. May humankind forgive us..." A collective laugh rose. "So, anyway, we thought we'd do something a little special." She put her hands together. "We've been assigned the task of putting together a play for the whole school, as well as for certain special guests. And the play will be William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet." Understandably, we all traded looks. "Um...not wanting to point of the obvious, ma'am," I said, "but without the girls isn't that going to be a little.....well, y'know..." "Well, you're certainly right about that being the obvious, Scott," she replied, looking at me. "But let me explain. It's been asked of us that we do the play in the most traditional way possible." "Meaning?" a voice asked. "Well, I don't know how well you know your history, but in times of old, back in England, all characters in any play were always played by males." "Even the female characters?" "Even the female characters." "So...who's going to be Juliet?" "I'm not wearing a dress!" someone protested. "And any one of us would look ridiculous in one!" "And what about the voice? None of us could get high enough in pitch." "This is ridiculous." The complaints went on. "Quiet!...........QUIET!" Mrs Blake called. "Now...if you WILL let me finish. We have made special arrangements for the lucky guy who gets to play Juliet." "What do you mean?" asked Mike. "Through bargaining with the school's board of directors, we have hired a T-Booth." Everyone fell into silence. We all knew what a T-Booth was. The T stood for transgender, and was used to change the gender of any person medically diagnosed as transgendered. With it, the manliest man you ever saw could be transformed into the most beautiful woman imaginable. The thought sent a shiver down my spine. "I know," she beamed, taking joy in our expressions, "isn't 24th Century technology wonderful?" "Hold on," said Mike. "If one of us is turned into...into a girl...how will it still be an authentic play?" "Because the person in question won't be transformed all the way, just partially." "Like a shemale?" everyone erupted into laughter. "Sort of...but retaining just enough of their masculinity to be legally considered male. We've hand-picked what we consider to be our best 12 male acting students for the job." "I'll pass!" a voice called. A murmur of concurrence rose. "Well, you're more than welcome to pass," she smiled, "but you should know that the reward for this will be a Chapman Merit." For the second time in as many minutes, we fell into silence. A Chapman Merit. Founded 200 years ago, it was considered the ultimate academic achievement. The doors something like that would open would be infinite. Her smile grew wider. She knew she had us. None of us could turn that down, not for anything. "So...who decides who'll be Juliet?" Mike asked. "The old-fashioned way...we draw straws." Mrs Blake held out a fist of exactly 12 straws. "All characters are contained in this bunch. If you get Romeo, you're Romeo. If you get Juliet...you're Juliet." "Surely it would make more sense for us to audition for the roles?" I asked. "Oh yes," she scoffed sarcastically, "I can see you going all out to play the leading lady. Nope, this is the only fair way. Come on, everyone draw." We leaned forward hesitantly, and did. My hand was sweating as I took my pick. "I've got Romeo!" Mike proclaimed. "Wow, someone wants to kiss a guy," a voice joked. "I don't care - I'm not Juliet!" I watched as the others read their straws, relief washing over them in turn. "I've got Juliet..." someone called out. I felt my heart relax. Everyone rushed over to see. "Psyche!" he laughed. I tried to wait it out, to see who would discover they had the dreaded straw, but in the end, I just couldn't take the agony of waiting. I opened by palm, staring at the straw...and nearly vomited. There it was in pink, curly writing. Juliet. "Scott's got Juliet!" a loud idiot leaning over my shoulder shouted. I looked up into everyone's faces. Some were grinning cruelly, others looked sympathetic. Mike looked about as bad as I felt. "Very good," Mrs Blake remarked. "Scott, would you come with me please?" "I'm going to admit, I'm glad it was you who drew Juliet," she said, as we walked the corridors. "Ma'am?" "Not that I don't feel for you or anything, but of everyone I think you're by far the best actor." "Acting hardly comes into it when you're simply changed into the person you're meant to be impersonating." "Oh, I disagree entirely. Appearance is never what makes an actor. Can you honestly tell me that you think any of those guys in there could successfully impersonate Juliet?" "Well..." "Exactly." "It's still not a great compliment to pay a guy though, you know?" We walked on for a while, Mrs Blake continuing to talk as we did. I mainly nodded in reply. In truth, my mind was understandably elsewhere. We entered the nurse's room where Nurse Emma was sat at her desk, typing away. A freckled blonde in her late 20's; she was the kind of woman you went about inflicting injuries on yourself just so you could spend time alone with her. My attention was drawn almost immediately to an enormous booth on the left. Big, thick wires led out from the base of the equipment, the two sliding glass doors doing little to hide the harnessed chair on the inside. "We'll be ready in a moment," said an Asian woman, appearing from round the side. My guess was that she was from the hospital from which the school had hired the equipment. She was short and very professional- looking. Which, I have to admit, came as something of a relief given that I was the "subject" in all this. I'd guess....fifty maybe? "Good, well, I'll leave you both to it," Mrs Blake said with a smile. She turned to look at me. "I'll come see you in a while, Scott. Looking forward to it..." She left and I turned to face the two nurses. Emma was already approaching, acknowledging me with a smile of familiarity. "You'll need to take this first," she said, handing me a beaker with a blue liquid inside. "What is it?" I asked, peering down at it as if it were poison. "It's a special combination of chemicals," she explained - no doubt the layman terms were for my benefit. "Once they're inside you, we use special "electro-waves" to stimulate them and turn them into an aggressive form of oestrogen that transforms your body." "H-how does that work?" I asked. "Well, the waves also act as a catalyst to-" "-No need to explain all of this," the other nurse interrupted, waving her hand. "He doesn't need to know the details. We're here to change him, not to educate him. Knowing will not do him any good." Emma looked back at me sympathetically. Sensing I was on the verge of a telling-off for my hesitancy, I downed the drink. "Now, clothes off," the nurse insisted. "Right...here?" I stammered. "Yes, yes, the electro-waves need to reach alllll the way inside you." "Your clothes won't fit you anyway," Emma added, sympathy still glued to her face. I retreated behind the clothes screen, stripping off. I couldn't help but check my body over, and tense my muscles to make sure I was giving a good account of myself. The floor was cold against my bare feet and made every part of me stiff - well, all except for ONE part. With my hands placed firmly over my crotch, I stepped out tentatively into view. "No need for shyness," the senior nurse said, giving me a glance. "You have nothing we haven't seen before and you certianly won't have afterwards." "Actually, I've never seen someone after a T-process..." Emma said quietly. "Transgendered people still only have a mixture of male and female features," she replied, "you have seen them all before, whatever the combination." "Of course, Dr Chen." A fully-fledged doctor, eh? Seems I was wrong to call her a nurse. Thank goodness I never said it out loud. That would have been embarrassing. "Okay, to the chair," DOCTOR Chen said with a point, still busying herself with the equipment. I padded over to the chamber where Emma pressed a button causing the doors to slide open. I stepped inside. The chair was best described as a dentist's chair, I would say. I sat back deeply, the cool plastic pressed against my naked body. I watched as Emma bent down, strapping down my ankles. "Is that necessary?" I asked. "If we don't do it, you'll fall out of the chair once we raise it," she smiled. Her crouched position gave me an ample view of her cleavage. Any other time, and I wouldn't have been able to take my eyes from it. Now though, any display of arousal would have been unbearably humiliating. I felt a warmth run through my crotch. "Can I have your arm please?" she asked, moving alongside. "What?" "Your arm." I saw the strap on the chair arm and felt my heart sink. Not wanting to be a nuisance, I offered it over to her where she strapped it down at the wrist. Then she moved round and gestured for the other. I moved my hand quickly from my crotch, trying not to draw attention to what was down there. There was no hiding now - everything was exposed. Giving my hand a stroke, Emma headed back out of the booth. I thought she might have given me a glance but couldn't be certain. "I'm raising the chair now, doctor," Emma said as she pressed a button on the console outside the booth. A humming sound came from the chair as the back began to rise, straightening itself out. It rose until it was perfectly straight and at a diagonal slant. Only the perfect positioning and harnesses kept me from sliding right off it. I gulped. What wasn't on display before certainly was now. "Make sure all locks are secure," Dr Chen called across. Emma nodded and began running checks. I waited nervously, butterflies in my stomach. My back was perfectly straight, my buttocks pressed flat against the chair-cum-bed-cum-restraining-table. A shiver ran through me causing my toes to curl. Instinctively, I looked down, and saw something that left me so embarrassed I nearly died. I was sporting a semi, my penis pointing straight out at Emma. I tried to will it to go down before she saw it, but the idea of being so helplessly aroused in front of her only served to make my balls tighten, the foreskin sliding back as I grew harder and harder. I stood there sweating, my mind racing wildly. Pleasedon'tlookuppleasedon'tlookuppleasedon'tlookup. She looked up. "He's entered stage one, Dr Chen. Would you like me to oversee it?" "If you would please," she replied, as ordinarily as if she'd offered to pick up the phone. She reached into a box, retrieving a pair of latex gloves and putting them on. "Don't worry," she said, "this is perfectly normal. Your body's just getting rid of a lot of excess masculinity." "Oh...r-right," I mumbled. I wish I'd have replied with something cool. Mike would have. He always had a line for the ladies. I was fully rigid now, all seven inches pointing up at the florescent lights above. Emma moved over towards me, cupping my balls gently. "Don't worry," she said reassuringly, "this shouldn't take long." She placed her other hand over the head, gently but firmly. I drew a sharp intake of breath. My stomach muscles felt tight, my balls likewise. My cock was already aching fiercely, blood rushing into it to the point I don't think it had ever been bigger. I curled my toes tight and clenched my fists. Emma didn't look up, she had her sole concentration on the task at hand. Since coming of age, I'd had sex a total of twice. The first had been on my last birthday with my then-girlfriend. It hadn't been anything spectacular, we'd just retreated upstairs awhile away from the party and gotten busy. The whole thing had lasted no more than two minutes - don't laugh. It was, ironically, the thing that broke us up. See, unlike most people my age, I hadn't gone around having sex until I was old enough, so I missed out on the experience they already had. Humiliation for doing the right thing, who'd-a- thought, right? The second time had been on vacation. There was this beautiful girl who'd just split up from her boyfriend and wanted some comfort. You can call me shallow for seizing that opportunity if you like. Just remember that I was feeling pretty neglected myself on the relationship front. Anyway, point is, this was all pretty intense for me. I felt a throb and shivered, that familiar sensation creeping in. It wouldn't be long now. I was going to cum in front of Emma, right into her hands and there would be nothing I could do about it. Another surge of sensation came and I pushed my crotch out with a moan - I hadn't meant to moan, I just been caught short of breath and then it happened. Emma coolly kept her hands wrapped firmly around my cock. This was it, it was about to happen. Knowing I was on the brink, I decided to make the most of it. I stole one last glance at Emma's cleavage, the sight pushing me all the way. I bit down on my lip to keep from moaning anymore. My pelvis thrust back and forth instinctively, my buttocks slapping back against the plastic padding of the chair. And, finally, I felt the needle-like pressure inside my cock as I began to spurt into her gloved hands. It seemed to go on forever, with my vision actually starting to blur at the end of it all. Catching my breath, I watched what she did next. To my surprise, she simply peeled the gloves off at the wrists, dropping them into a waste bin before washing her hands at the sink. "Stage one completed, doctor," she called. "Very good, close the chamber doors please," Dr Chen replied, coming across. Before she did, she gave me one more smile of reassurance. "Are you ready for this? Not feeling unwell or anything?" "No, I'm okay thanks," I replied breathlessly. The doors slid shut. It's hard to take what happened next and put into words. A humming rose up around me, then a light began to swell. Or was it the other way round? Maybe the humming came FROM the light, I'm not really sure. All I know is that soon enough, the whole chamber was flooded with light to the point I couldn't see anything. Strangely though, the light didn't hurt my eyes. I can't say that it hurt anywhere, in fact, because I couldn't feel any part of my body. All I was aware of was a soothing heat that seemed to come from inside me. It felt like I was sleeping and yet awake at once. It was SO relaxing, in fact, that when the light began to fade out, I actually felt a little disappointed. The chamber doors opened and Emma came back in. I was slowly returning to the world, both in body and mind. The first thing I noticed, was a tickling feeling around my neck. "Scott? How do you feel?" "Erm...okay," I croaked. Something was definitely different. I looked across to my arms, only to see that the binds around my wrists had slid up all the way to my elbows! My muscles were gone, my arms thin and smooth. I'd actually slid part-way down the chair, the binds now doubling as slings to keep me from falling. I blinked rapidly as something fell over my eyes. "Oh! Sorry!" she giggled, removing it from my face. "We were told you'd need long hair for the part, so we added that." "You can do that?" I asked. My voice was absurdly high. It was as if all the depth from my throat had gone, been hollowed out. "Given what we CAN do, that's hardly surprising, is it?" she winked. I looked down at the rest of my body. My eyes bulged with what I saw. I was thin, small, even. My chest looked nothing like it did before; my pecs were gone, replaced by two soft-looking mounds - nothing too pronounced, but visible all the same. My nipples were puffy, swollen, and darker in color. They'd even stretched to the point they now resembled areolas, which, I dunno, maybe they were? Further down from there, My thinly chiselled six-pack had been smoothened into a flat, straight belly, the hair leading down from my navel completely vanished. And. That. Wasn't. All. I stared hard at my cock, which had shrunk to a ridiculously small size. It couldn't have been more than two inches at best. What's more, my pubic hair was completely gone. "Oh...I should have mentioned," Emma explained, seeing the look on my face. "To get rid of your body hair we have to get rid of ALL your body hair, like, start the process over. Don't worry, it'll grow back in about a week or two. I said nothing, my eyes continuing to travel until reaching my stick- like legs, the straps there having ridden all the way up to my knees with my shrinkage. "Let's get you down," Emma said, pressing a button. The bed began reverting to a chair once more. Once it was as it was again, she set about unstrapping me. I climbed out of the chair and stepped down, but the floor was much further away that I'd remembered. It was kind of like that sensation you get when you fail to realise there's a step there, and drop down by about half a foot. Except this was more than half a foot. I found myself eye-level with Emma's bulging chest, the world spinning around me. "It's okay," she said, bracing me as I staggered. "It'll just take a moment for your brain to adjust to the changes." "Let's give him a medical straight away to make sure he's okay," Dr Chen said. I sat wrapped up in a gown, perched on a small stool, trying to get my head together following the last half-hour. The medical had been merciless, a relentless ordeal of prodding, poking, and countless questions. In the end however, I'd been given a clean bill of health. It was "a perfect transition," as Dr Chen had described it. I held my shoulders tight. Everything around me felt monstrously huge, even though the difference was less than a foot. The medical revealed I'd gone from 6'2 to 5'4 which, though it was an enormous difference in terms of a person's height, couldn't possibly do justice to how small I felt. There was a knock at the door. With a confirmation from Emma that it was okay to enter, Mrs Blake came in. "Oh! Well, look at you! Don't you look marvellous!" Yeah, she was pretty delighted. "Ohh! Stand up, let me have a proper look at you!" "Thanks, I'm good," I replied sulkily in my higher voice. "Well, we've definitely got our Juliet," she sang. Great. Somehow in all of this I'd forgotten that I actually have to appear in front of the whole school like this. "If we're done with all the poking and praising," I said, addressing all three women at once, "can you change me back please? It'll be time for me to go home soon." Mrs Blake stared at me. "Oh, hon...you won't be changing back. Not until after the play anyway." "Wait, what?" "It costs too much to constantly change a person back and forth. This equipment is going back to the hospital." I returned her confused stare tenfold. "I did explain this to you on the way here, Scott." My jaw DROPPED. She probably did. I'd been so lost in thought on the journey here that I hadn't heard a word I'd said. She might have confessed to being the queen of Mars for all I knew. "But...what..." "Don't worry, we'll be here with you every step of the way, you're just a bit dazed at the moment. Now, there's the small matter of your name." "His name?" Dr Chen asked, looking up from her clipboard. "Yes, well, he can't very well go around with a boy's name now, can he?" Emma giggled. "If you're going down that road, you probably shouldn't be calling "him" a "him.'" "That's true," Mrs Blake nodded, a little amused. "Well now...how about Julie?" "Julie?" Emma asked. "Where does that come from?" "Because he's -ahem- she's playing the part of Juliet in our play." "Oh, is it Romeo and Juliet? I love that one, I might have to go see it. But yes, that's a very clever play on words." "And what," I asked, folding my arms crossly, "am I supposed to wear during all of this?" "Oh, don't worry," Mrs Blake said, smiling down at me. "We have everything planned for you..." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------- I sat staring at my house through the car window. I'd been staring, in fact, for close to ten minutes. "Are you going to be okay?" Mrs Blake asked. "Hm? Oh....um....yeah....sure," I replied slowly. "Just figuring out how I'm going to tell my whole family about this." "They'll be more understanding than you realise. This IS the 24th Century, you know?" "I know, I know..." "Look, you've got the letter we issued you with, so let that do most of the talking. Come on, you could have had this over and done with by now, you're only prolonging your own suffering." "You're right," I nodded, "I should just get this over and done with." I turned to her. "Thanks, Mrs Blake, and thanks for the ride." "No problem...Julie," she smiled. I shook my head at her and climbed out. The moment I stepped outside, a teasing breeze brushed across my bare knees. I shivered dramatically, instinctively reaching down to cover my skirt. Had I not been so embarrassed I probably would have laughed at the absurdity of my situation. There I was, dressed in a full girl's uniform, for no other reason than it was the only thing that fit - allegedly. Mrs Blake had also pointed out that this would be a good way for me to "get into character." I looked at the windows to make sure I wasn't being watched. Then again, even if I was I'm not sure I'd be recognised from this distance. I turned one more to Mrs Blake, who gave me a thumbs up before driving away. I swallowed hard. "Let's get this over with..." Well, you could have cut the tension at lunchtime with a chainsaw, no exaggeration. I sat at the table, the hem of my skirt folded neatly under my thighs with my knees together, desperately trying to overcome the exposure I felt. My idiot younger brother, sat just opposite, couldn't wipe the grin from his face, mainly because my transformation now officially meant he was bigger - and, as he insisted, stronger - than me by quite some way. That, I could live with though. What I couldn't live with was my dad's blatant disgust at the whole thing. I'd stood quietly in front of him, shrunken and withdrawn, as Mom read aloud the details from the letter I'd handed her. He'd stared in complete silence, looking me up and down about three times, before grunting and lifting up his paper to block me out completely. "I want nothing to do with it," he'd said simply. That was Dad for you, a real man's man. No doubt seeing his eldest son in the state he was in sickened him to the core. We continued to eat in silence. "Well, I think it's wonderful," Mom said at last. "There aren't enough men willing to see things from a woman's perspective." "I'm not a woman, Mom." "Of course not, you're just acting. I understand. Oh, but we will have to see you in the play. I played Juliet once, you know? Your Grandmother did too. When I never had any daughters we assumed the tradition had ended but...well, here we are." "You are NOT coming to see me," I told her, my teeth gritted. "Pass the butter please. Julie." I looked back to see my brother grinning at me, his delight so obvious you could have seen it from down the street. I snarled and flicked a pea at him, got him right between the eyes too. "Julie!" Mom snapped. "Mom! Don't call me that!" "It says in the letter we're to call you that to help you adjust in a female role." "I don't care, you can stop doing it right now. "Julie, this is worth a Chapman Merit. Do you have any idea how much that's worth in today's world?" "Not enough for this crap," I growled, getting up from the table. "Language, young lady." Now THAT remark made me angry. I didn't say anything back, I just made sure to give her my dirtiest look, before storming past and upstairs. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------- "So...all of that is real?" "Yes, Mike," I sighed, "all of this is real. The hair, the voice, all of it." I rested my elbow on the desk, staring lazily at the image projected by his webcam. "Is it true they made your dick smaller?" "Wh-what?" "Everyone's saying the process made your dick so small that you have to sit to pee. Is that true?" "What?! Of course not! I haven't seen any of the guys since I changed. They're just B.S'ing you. I can go as normal, not that it's any of your business." "But it is smaller?" "I'm not answering that!" "That means yes," he grinned. "Do you want me to switch off this link? Because I will if you carry on-" "-Okay, alright, I'm sorry. I was just curious. Everyone's been saying different things and wondering what's going on and, well, here I am getting a front view seat." "You must feel very privileged." "Heh, oh yeah," he laughed. I gave him a lazy smile. "So...do you have boobs now or what?" "Excuse me?" "Just asking." "What did I just say about your "questions?'" "Okay, I'm sorry." He eyes began to slowly travel downwards. "Stop looking at my chest!" "What? You said I couldn't ask, not look." "I don't believe you. If we weren't best friends, then..." "Just clue me in a little bit, please? I swear I won't tell, you know you can trust me." I sighed yet again. "My chest is...slightly larger, okay? My nipples are...puffy." "Nice." "Nice?" "Well, um, I mean...free access to boob, right?" "It hardly counts when it's your own." "I'd take it." "No, you wouldn't..." "Well, no, maybe not. But Julie, seriously, you look good. Really convincing, almost hot, even." "Please don't say that, it sounds weird." "Sorry." "And less of the "Julie," alright? I've had to put up with that for the past two hours already." "Sorry, school's orders." "Since when did you follow orders?" "Since there was a Chapman Merit on the line." "So people keep reminding me..." "Hey..." "Hm?" "You don't think it'll be weird tomorrow, do you?" "Huh?" "I mean...me as Romeo, you as Juliet..." "Of COURSE it'll be weird, you idiot. We're best friends, both guys." "Could be worse...could be a stranger or someone you hate." "That's true, I guess." "Plus, if I don't focus too hard on your features, I can kinda pretend you're really a girl." "Good for you," I replied, cynically, "and what am I supposed to do?" "Pretend I'm a girl...?" "Very funny." "Heh, sorry, not much help, I know." "No, it's okay. It's nice to talk about this with someone not too...well...you know..." "Someone who's not a teacher or family member?" "Yeah, yeah, I guess." "Well, happy to help." That line set the tone for the rest of the evening ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------- "Come on guys, we don't have all day..." Mrs Blake's remark did little to calm my trembling nerves. I swallowed hard, breathing in through my nostrils in an attempt to gain some control over myself. I was standing on-stage in my girls" uniform, my sweaty hands clasped together in my lap. Mike was standing in front of me, though I was having a great deal of difficulty looking him in the eye. It was just too embarrassing, having to look up at your best friend, when your whole life you've been exactly too inches taller than him AND more muscular than him. Mrs Blake, sitting on the front row, waved her notes exasperatedly. "Guys! Please!" The rest of the cast were standing behind us, their eyes weighing down on us like some great oppressive force. I looked up slowly at Mike, my mouth dry and my lips trembling. My face was burning hot, I felt like I might faint. "Julie!" "I can't!" I screamed. I put my hands to my mouth in shock. I knew my voice was high now, but I hadn't been expecting to make THAT kind of sound. "It's just a kiss," she insisted, a little more gently. "But...he's a guy. I can't kiss a guy!" "You're an actor, Julie, you need to find a way past this." "Easy for you to say." Someone started chanting. "Kiss! Kiss!" "Quiet, Leroy," Mrs Blake warned. She got up from her seat, walking towards the edge of the stage. I clenched my thighs together. I felt certain she could up my skirt from where she was. "Okay, I understand this is difficult for you both. Why don't you take a time out, go somewhere private, and try to overcome this? We'll keep on working here." I tried to muster a reply. Couldn't she see this simply wasn't going to work? "Thanks, ma'am," Mike replied. "We'll do that." He walked confidently off-stage. I followed him from behind with short, quick steps, my hands still clasped firmly in my lap. "I don't know what you're expecting," I frowned, hands on hips. We were standing the male changing rooms and, for the first time in my life, I'll admit I felt uncomfortable there, almost ashamed. I sort of felt as if I no longer had the right. "Well...why don't we just work on our kissing," he said, scratching the back of his head. "Mike, I can't kiss you, and I doubt you can me. We're both guys! We're best friends for crying out loud!" "True...but, like Mrs Blake says, we're actors. Listen, I know this isn't going to come out right, but...I think you're really pretty like that." I stared incredulously. "What?" "Yeah, I knew that was going to come out wrong. All I mean is...well, if you wore a bit of make-up...did your hair up...you'd look just like a..." "Don't. Don't you dare, Mike." "My point is I feel I can do this." "Well, hooray for you, have a medal." "I'd rather have a Chapman, and I think you would too." "Do you realise how hard this is for me?" "No, I can only guess. But I know that what I'm saying to you is exactly what you'd say to me if our situations were reversed." I sighed, hugging myself tight. "How...how do you wanna do this?" "Just...close your eyes." I raised an eyebrow. "Really?" "Just do it, would you?" I exhaled heavily through my nostrils and shut my eyes, straightening my back. Time seemed to be slowing down. I listened carefully for the sound of Mike's trainers scuffling on the floor but couldn't hear a thing. Then, suddenly, I felt his lips on mine. It was nothing at first, just a gentle brushing before pulling back. I felt myself blush, hesitating to open my eyes for fear of finding him inches from my face. "Is that okay?" he asked. I nodded quietly. He moved in again, catching me off guard completely this time. I instinctively parted my mouth for breath, only to find my lips wrapping around his as he pushed in deeper. This wasn't just brushing, this was a full-on kiss. My heart thundered inside my swollen chest, my stomach churning like a cement mixer. We broke off, a wet smacking sound filling the otherwise vacant changing room. When I dared open my eyes, his nose was inches from mine. His hand came down to rest on my cheek, before pulling me in for another. I was too stunned to respond, I just stood there, waiting for myself to protest and tell him off for getting carried away, but I never did. We stood staring at one another, basking in the afterglow - was that what it was? No! Not for me, I was only doing this because I had to! "Maybe...we'll do it like that?" Mike said after a while. I swallowed and nodded. "Sure..." We exchanged a few notes and he went to re-join the others. I told him I'd catch up. The moment he was out of sight, I ran across to the bathroom, hands between my legs. Standing in front of the urinal, I grunted in irritation. I was certain that my bladder had shrunk during the change. I was just about to relieve myself when suddenly the door flung open. Three male forms walked in. Two I didn't recognise, the other nearly gave me a heart attack. Jeremy, the second best player on the school football team after Mike. He was also a world class bully. Bumping into him in these circumstances was not going to end well. "Well, well, look at this," he laughed. "A girl in the men's room. Looking for some action, sugar?" "Very funny, Jeremy," I snarled. "Come on, out you go. Men only." "What? Don't be ridiculous. You know it's me." He grabbed me by the arm, his hand covering my bicep easily. "Get in the girls" room, sit on the seat like a bitch, and piss there." "Get OFF me!" I began to struggle, only for one of his friends to slap me painfully on the butt. "Ow!" "Out you go you little sissy." "Sissy in her sissy panties!" another laughed. I grunted, trying to resist, but each and every one of them was at least twice as strong. I found myself being dragged in front of the women's restrooms, before being pushed in with more cruel laughter following. I looked around the room. Thankfully, no-one else was around. Realising I wasn't going to be able to hold out, I ducked inside one of the cubicles. My heart was racing, my breaths rapid. I had to do it, I had to pee in the girls" restroom. I lifted my skirt and pulled down my panties. What I saw made my heart sink. I was hard. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------- I rolled over in my bed for the fourteenth time and sighed. My slender legs were knotted together, my palms sweaty as they clutched the bed sheets. I couldn't do this. I couldn't stay up all night in this...this agony. It had started when I'd been thrown out of the men's room, or maybe it was just before that, when Mike and I had...had... I threw the sheets from my body with a hiss, sitting upright. Mom's spare nightdress hung from my slim body, my curves nowhere near sufficient to fill it. I looked down at the small tent around my crotch in disdain. There was no getting around this, I needed release. I padded softly over to my laptop sitting on my desk. Sitting down slowly, I catch a glimpse of the night sky outside through my curtains. Switching on my computer I pull them closed completely. No-one must see this. Not even a passing owl. I work my way through the usual list of screens, clicking patiently until coming to the website I was looking for. There's nothing imaginative about my initial search: Women. Big tits. The results come up and I click on the first one that looks like it might do the job. She's dark-haired, probably in her late twenties, and sitting on the edge of a bathtub in nothing but a pair of 4" heels. This should do. This kind of stuff always does. Lifting up the hem of my nightdress, I look down at my cock. Fully hard, it increases its size to a full 3 inches - not even the length of the woman's heels. It's still smooth as well, Emma's promise of regaining what I once had down there still waiting to come to fruition. It doesn't matter. I need release. Reaching down, I pinch my cock with my forefinger and thumb, starting to rub gently. It still feels good, even if it only has the satisfaction of a semi. Feeling my heartbeat start to rise, I bring out the usual "turn-on" lines. Staring at the smiling woman, I whisper quietly. "That's it, bitch...show me your titties...bet you want this big hard cock, don't you? Mmm, yes, you want it." I go for about 30 seconds, then stop. It's no good. I know I could cum, probably anyway, but it just wouldn't give me the satisfaction I need. No, there's something in the deeper recesses of my mind that wasn't there before, something that craves - no, demands - attention. I turn hesitantly towards the door. No-one seems to be around. I stand up, taking my gown and wrapping it tight around me. The door opens with a quiet creak, before I slip out and pad barefoot downstairs. The carpet feels incredible against my sensitive skin, something I've long yet to adapt to. When I reach the kitchen, the icy tiles send a shock right thru my feet, my legs, all the way up thru my spine and to my chest, where my nipples immediately shrink, standing on end. It takes all my willpower not to scream, clenching my fists and gritting my teeth. Gathering myself, I tip-toe over to the fridge and open it. My heart skips a beat as I see the item I remember being there. A cucumber, half at least, wrapped tight in clear plastic film. I'm too embarrassed, too utterly ashamed to hesitate - I just want it over with. I snatch it from the shelf, stuffing it into my gown. As I close the fridge door I think I hear footsteps from above. Mercifully though, there's silence only moments later. My heart almost literally in my mouth, I scurry upstairs on my tiny feet, only daring to breathe again once I'm safely back in my room. I toss my gown to the floor, peeling off my nightdress and dropping it around my feet. Striding to the laptop, I put the cucumber on my desk beside it. My cock is still raging, my nipples so hard they could cut glass. I start to rub again, this time stroking my right nipple at the same time. The intensity is nearly doubled from last time. I lick my dry lips, focusing on the woman again, her own nipples standing out against her perfectly-rounded areolas. Her bare pussy faces me invitingly. I stop again, a distressed breath escaping my chest. I can't do it, I can't put this off any longer. I NEED to feel something different to this, my body still demands it of me. I click on the text box again, this time with a polar opposite search: Men, Muscle, Big. The first image I see feels me with shame, dread, and a sense of intimidation. His tanned body is perfectly toned, his smooth black hair thick with gel. And his cock...oh my gosh, his cock...is enormous. It points upright going beyond his belly button, his cold hard stare telling of both his pride and my weakness. My own penis, a small, feminine thing by comparison, goes so hard it actually aches. Trembling, I lift my legs up to squat on the chair. Taking the cucumber with a shaky hand, I sit it on the chair beneath me, the severed end straight enough to allow it to sit upright unaided. I rest my hands on my knees, raising my rear until I'm hovering over it. Then, with all due care, I lower myself gently. It's cold, and my first instinct is to pull away with a gasp. Slowly though, I relax, and manage to massage my way onto it carefully. I'm divided in that moment between shunning shame, or embracing it completely. The man's eyes penetrate me far more severely than the thing underneath me. Silent words run thru my mind, stripping me, teasing me, screaming abuse at me. I let them, and begin to grind slowly. I feel myself being filled all the way, pressure points inside my body being revealed at a breakneck pace. My tiny cock bounces with the motion, my shrunken balls slapping up and down, as well as my puffy tits. With my hands on my knees, I push up and down, working myself into a rhythm that allows for a steady build-up of pressure. It leaves me breathless, oxygen being pumped in and out of my lungs as rapidly as I pump myself. An involuntary moan escapes, far louder than I would have liked. I bite down on my lip, trying to make sure it doesn't happen again. The thought of someone walking in makes my heart beat even faster, the blood rushing around my body at such a rate I find myself waiting for the moment when my veins will burst. I would die, I would die on the spot if anyone came in right now, and yet I can't stop myself. My smooth body is glistening with sweat, my long hair clinging to my shoulders, face and chest. I lean forward as much as I can, taking in his cock with my eyes. I move faster, and the image starts to blur as tears obscure my vision. God help me, I'm so ashamed but why oh why can't I stop myself? I look down to see my dark nipples jiggling up and down as I bounce, my small toes curling up against the seat. I want to feel them, to stroke them, but I'm already so weak that I need both hands on my knees to continue the motion. The muscles in my thighs burn, the dryness in my throat threatening to choke me, but I have to go on. Finally, I start to feel it, the inevitable approach of climax. I strain, focusing hard to the man in front of me once more. I lick my lips, and the image of Mike's kiss enters my mind before I'd even had chance to think of it. Bottom lip trembling, I shut my eyes and whisper. "That's it...fill me with your cock....I'm just a sissy, a sissy-girl with a little cock. Take me...take..." My cock bobs fiercely. I arch my back, as thin shots of cum fire out onto my flat belly. Tears roll down my cheeks as I gasp weakly. "I'm a sissy...I'm a sissy...I'm a sissy..." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------- "You ever get that feeling that your life just isn't going to pan out the way you wanted?" Mike, off in a world of his own, suddenly realises I'm talking to him. "I'm sorry, what?" "Never mind," I sigh. We're in the back room behind the stage. I have my arms stretched out wide, two girls knelt down in front of me inserting pins into the long dress that covers my body. "How do you feel?" he asks. "Like a total idiot," I reply. "You look alright," he says, as comfortingly as he dares. "Hold still!" Rebecca scowls. "I AM holding still!" I snarl. "How come you two are involved in this anyway? I thought this was guys only." "None of the guys in your group can sew," Alice tells me, a pin between her teeth. "Just be grateful we're helping out." "They can't do your hair and make-up either," Rebecca adds. "And you're welcome by the way." "So you're doing this out of the goodness of your hearts?" I ask. "Well, that and extra credit." "I thought as much." Mrs Blake entered thru the door. "Oh, now this IS coming along! Well done, girls, you've excelled yourselves. Julie, you look divine!" "Thanks, I guess," I muttered, looking down at her. Underneath the dress, I was actually standing on a stool. It invoked strong memories of when I was actually tall enough to look down at a woman. "The big day next week," she said excitedly. "How are you both feeling?" "Sick," I replied. "A bit nervous," Mike replied. "I'd honestly like a little more time to go over the lines with Julie. It does seem like we're carrying most of the responsibility here." "That's true, I suppose," the teacher replied thoughtfully. "But at the moment, I'm afraid we're going to have to focus on the bigger scenes, to get the whole cast working in unison." "We could call it off," I suggested hopefully. "Perhaps if you both do a little one-on-one rehearsing in your own time," she said, choosing to ignore my suggestion. "Can you both do that?" "I don't see why not," Mike smiled at me. "Whatever," I shrugged. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------- "So, this is your room?" "What are you talking about?" I asked crossly. "You've been here lots of times." "Yeah but, not since you changed." "What were you expecting? Pink wallpaper? Cushions everywhere?" "I dunno, just...something different, an adaptation to your role?" "Like turning my room into a Shakespearean castle?" "You know what I mean." "Unfortunately, yes." His eyes continued to search my room until he saw something that made him smile. "Ah, now THIS is different!" I turned round only too late to see him holding up my nightdress. "Hey! You put that back!" "Ooh, pretty!" he chuckled. "Mike!" "Ooh, listen to that voice. So shrill!" "Give it here!" I snatched at it, only for him to lift it out of reach. "Oops!" I folded my arms. "Are you here to do lines, or to tease me?" "Can't it be a little of both?" I gave him my hardest glare. "Where did you get it?" "It's my mom's, okay?" "She has good taste. Does this really fit you?" "Of course, why?" "It's really small." "Thanks for pointing that out." "Okay, sorry, sorry," he said, giving it up. "So, are we doing this or not?" "Sure, sure..." he said slowly, looking me over. "What?" "Nothing, I was just...wondering." "About?" "How small did you say it is again?" "I never told you! Honestly Mike, what's brought all the questions on? I thought we were done with this?" "Yeah but, it's different with just the two of us, right? Come on, just a peek?" "No. Way." "What's the big deal? We used to see each other in the showers all the time." "That was different." "Why? Because you used to be bigger than me?" "Why are you so fascinated?" "You would be too." "No, I wouldn't." "Come ooooon....I'll show you mine." "Why would I want to see yours?" He moved in on me swiftly, his head towering above mine. "I think you would," he said softly. My cheeks flushed, my toes curling. "What?" "I've seen you glancing at guys. Nothing major, just little glimpses here and there." "You're talking garbage." "Am I? Because you really seemed to enjoy that kiss the other day." "It....it was acting...." "You're blushing." "Am not." His hand moved sharply, tilting back my chin. Before I could get my next words out, his lips were closing in around mine. He broke off slowly. "Are too." I stood stammering, my face burning. I inadvertently licked my lips. "D-don't... "Don't what?" he smiled. "I...." I stroked my arm, crossing my legs. I could feel myself starting to stiffen down below, my shaft rubbing against the soft fabric of my panties as it gently rose. "Try and tell me you don't want it." "Do YOU want it?" "I've wanted it almost from the start....but I had to be sure you did too." "I..." "It's okay, we're too consenting adults. What's wrong with a little fun? A little experimenting? We don't have to go full-on, just...fool around." I tried to think of a lie to throw him off but he'd already seen thru me. The truth was, I wanted this just as much as him, maybe more. "Just a peek?" I lost the fight to hold back a shy smile as I asked the question. "Just a peek," he grinned. I reached under my skirt and slipped down my panties. My cock sprang free, causing my skirt to flick up for half a second. It didn't reveal anything, but brought a smile to Mike's face. "Okay," I said, taking a pinch of my skirt. "Ready?" "Ready." "Promise not to laugh?" "Promise." I lifted my skirt. His eyes widened at the sight of my 3 inch cock, his mouth stretching all the way to the corners of his cheeks. "You promised not to laugh!" "I'm not! I'm not! It's just...it's really cute." "That's not funny, Mike." "No, I'm being serious." I looked down at it in inspection, then back up to meet my eyes. "Can you still....you know?" "What? Oh, ew...that is SO none of your business." "Hey, don't be embarrassed. Look, I'll meet you halfway." He unzipped his pants, letting them slide to his feet. Then he gripped his shorts and with a proud grin pulled those down two. My jaw dropped as his cock sprang into view. It was huge! At least seven inches. "How...when did you...?" "What?" he laughed, hands on hips. "You've seen it in the shower." "Not...like THAT I haven't." "Not jealous are you?" "Of course I a-*cough* am not." "Good, because I'm more than willing to share." He took his rigid member in his hand and slapped it down on top of mine. It sent a tremor through it that extended all the way to directly thru my groin. "Ow!" "Ha, sorry, couldn't resist." I frowned and slapped his balls. His wince gave me a sense of satisfaction. He grabbed me by the hair and bent me backwards, leaning over and pressing his lips hard on mine. I responded by slipping my hands under his shirt, raking my nails, which had gotten pretty long now, down his steely chest. Soon we were wrestling until our legs were intertwined. Mike lost his balance, falling backwards onto my bed. He snatched at my shirt as he went, ensuring that I fell on top of him. My hand brushed his cock as I landed. There was a pause, a moment when we did nothing but stare at each other, our breaths intermingling. Then, in one frenzied moment of lust, I bent down, holding up his cock and slipping my lips over it. It was strange, but not as strange as it might have been. My passion was carrying me forwards. I didn't care that the door was unlocked, I didn't care that my naked ass was in the air, I didn't care that it was my best friend's cock in my hand and I didn't care that I was sucking it. He moaned softly, stroking my hair. I sucked hard on the shuttle of his dick before spooning the shaft with my tongue. My thighs were trembling. I couldn't have stood up if I'd tried. I gripped his balls gently, massaging them as I pumped my head up and down. I ran my mouth over every inch of his manhood, trying to make up for the fact I couldn't fit it in entirely. Lord help me, I just couldn't control myself. Then, I felt his balls tighten so much they practically retracted into his body. He began to shudder and shake, his cock hardening like steel as it twitched relentlessly. There was no time to consider getting out of there - before I knew it my mouth was being pumped full off thick, creamy cum. I retracted hurriedly, gagging on what was an absurd amount of juice. There was a knock at the door. My heart leapt. It was Mom. "Julie? Is everything alright in there?" "Y-yes, Mom," I spluttered, hot cum dribbling down my chin. "Everything's just....peachy." "Oh. I thought I heard a noise. Okay, don't mind me." I waited for her footsteps to fade, then turned accusingly to Mike who was struggling to control himself, doubling over with laughter. I punched him in the arm. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------- "So, nervous?" I looked up at Mike and gave a sickly smile. I'd been hugging my arms for so long my palms had gone sweaty. I was in the dress. "I feel like I'm going to pass out." "You'll be fine," he smiled, "you're made of tougher stuff than that." '20 minutes, people!" Mrs Blake called, striding past us. Backstage was an absolute storm of activity. "Knock "em dead, Juliet!" someone called as they came up from behind. I didn't get chance to see who it was, all I felt was the firm slap on my backside. I let it go. I didn't have the energy to start a fight. Mike peered thru the curtain at the growing mass outside. "Your Dad definitely not coming?" "No," I replied. "I actually think it bothers him more that I'm still a guy. Somehow a guy prancing around in a dress is worse than a guy becoming an actual woman." "He'll get over it once it's over." "I'm not so sure he will." Mike's hand came down on my shoulder. "Well, listen, your Mom's here, your brother's here, and...I'm here." I reached up, slipping my slender fingers in-between his. "I know, and I appreciate it." "This'll all be over soon. I saw them transporting the T-Booth to the nurse's office this morning." "Really? That's good." "Can you hold out for another 2-3 hours?" "Well, I've gotten this far. I'm going to go get some air, kay?" "Sure. See you soon." I gazed longingly thru the window at the T-Booth. There it was, just as it had been the day it transformed me. Not long now. Looking at it now, I came to realise something that surprised me. More than regaining my true physical form, what I was looking forward to most was getting my sense of self back. I'd been so muddled lately, confused as to who I was and literally trapped between two worlds. After this though, there would be no dispute. So close now. A hand came around from behind, grasping my mouth. For a split second I thought it was just Mike fooling around. Then I saw the other two involved and realised otherwise. It was Jeremy and his sidekicks again. They began pulling me across the field. I tried to resist, digging my long heels into the ground only to have them dragged from my feel with the greater pull. "Sorry bitch," Jeremy snarled in my ear. "But whatever else he does, Mike is still our star football player, and the moment he goes thru with this he's going to be a laughing stock and that affects the whole team." I tried to reply, to demand an explanation as to what they were planning to do, but all I could do was mumble my words against his tight-gripping hand. They dragged me further and further, until we were inside the nurse's office. At this my heart actually relaxed a little. They were going to change me back! I wasn't going to have to go thru with the play at all! "Hold her nose," Jeremy ordered, throwing me into the arms of his friend who did as he was told. He pinched my nose hard, forcing me to tilt my head back and gasp for air. In that moment, Jeremy poured a glass of the blue liquid down my throat. I choked, retching as it oozed down my throat. "Get her in." They pushed me into the booth and the chair, strapping me down hurriedly while keeping an eye outside. "Hurry!" Jeremy urged. The chair began to rise, the machinery around humming. The other two fled the room with their cowardly leader holding back just long enough to whisper into my ear once again. "If you're going to go this far with the girl act, we might as well take you all the way." I gasped in shock as the words hit home. "No! Wait!" I yelled. It was too late. He was gone, the doors to the booth closing and the lights increasing as they began their work on my once again. And all I could do was take it. I breathed heavily as the intense lighting finally began to fade. It was done, I could feel it somehow. I looked down at my chest and whimpered. It was full, the top part of my dress, where previously a mould had been used to give the impression of a decent sized chest, was full. I had....breasts? Oh my gosh, I had breasts. I wasn't just puffy like before, I actually had fully-formed, flesh-and-blood, ripe and heavy breasts. I bit down on my bottom lip. My nipples felt raw and hard, and were pushing mercilessly against the restraints of my dress. I managed to wriggle my hand free of the strap holding it down, and from there was able to free the rest of myself. I stumbled out of the booth. Everything was different once more. My skin was softer, more sensitive than before and my emotions...oh good gosh my emotions felt like they could spill out at any second without warning. My throat felt numb. I put my fingers to it, and felt that what had previously been only the tiniest trace of an Adam's apple was gone completely. I brought my hands in front of me and looked at them. They were slightly smaller than before, my fingers definitely shorter. I was about to examine myself further when I caught sight of the clock - only 5 minutes until the curtain rises! Lifting up my dress, I hurried barefoot down the corridor. I huffed and wheezed as my new breasts bounced uncontrollably with each heavy step. Lord help me, I really needed a bra. I'd always thought it was so hot when a girl has to run, her bra not giving her enough support to keep herself from jiggling wildly, but from this perspective it was certainly no fun at all I can tell you. I wasn't running like myself either. My ass and hips were wider, more pronounced, and getting my balance right in such a panicked state was an absolute nightmare. Worst of all though, was that my legs were notably closer together, as if there were nothing obstructing them from being so. I tried to ignore the signs of what that meant. I burst outside and onto the grass by the path, only to quickly double- back and hide. People were still entering from the front. I couldn't let them see me, no matter what. I'd have to go around the back, it was the only way. And then, yet another problem presented itself. It seemed to appear suddenly in my lower abdomen, a pressure that, although it was different to normal, I knew exactly what it meant. I had to pee. I looked around and calculated. The nearest bathroom was on the opposite side of the building to where I needed to be and, with how sudden this had crept up on me, I wasn't sure I would make it in time. Finding myself in an unbelievable pinch, I did something I never expected myself to do. I moved over to the large tree nearby, concealing myself behind it, wriggled my panties down my legs and squatted. I gathered up the hem of my dress in my arms and looked underneath. My thighs were rounded and shapely, a smooth thin slit between them. It was gone, completely and utterly. No way would I be able to do this standing up. I sniffled at the sight of the small stream gushing out from between my legs, pitter-pattering onto the grass. I bit down hard on the urge to wail and cry, telling myself to keep it together for just a little while longer. "Mike!" I cried, bursting into the dressing room. Mike, without a word, stood up looking down at me in complete shock. Did I really look that different now? "Who..." "It was Jeremy," I explained. "He and his friends, they..." I gave him the story in reverse order, selectively choosing the less graphic of the details. "I'll go tell everyone the play's off," he said. "No!" I shouted, pulling him back by the arm. "We need to do this." "Julie, no reward or merit is worth all of this." "It is when it's everyone else's as well. Mike, everyone's worked so hard on this. I can't let them lose out on this because of me, I just can't." "Show time, people!" Mrs Blake called. "Can you...can you keep it together for that long?" he asked. "I...think so," I nodded. My voice sounded so different to before, not just lighter but...well, not me. "The show must go on, right?" When finally I died on stage I didn't get up to receive my applause. Instead I just lay there soaking it in, quietly giving thanks for the end of the whole ordeal. I would later hear from Mike that my Mom and bro were both in tears by the end. Whether he was exaggerating or not I don't know, but I suspected there was at least a little truth to it. I lay on that bed for so long that I was practically asleep by the time the curtain fell. But who cared? It was over. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------- A week had passed. I sat on my bed, Mike beside me, as we absorbed the news slowly. "So...how long did they say it will be?" "Don't know," I shrugged. "They said maybe never. No-one has ever undergone the process twice before and in so short a space. It might be impossible to reverse what's been done to me." Not that Jeremy and his friends hadn't paid the price. They'd been disgracefully expelled, something that carried a bigger weight now than ever before. Who knew what would become of them now? "And...how do you feel about that?" "Honestly? I'm...not too bitter about it. I mean, it's not like I haven't been getting the practice in, right? It almost feels like fate decided this would happen and that the past few weeks were just a warm- up." "And um...what's "Julie's" sexuality going to be?" "Well...I think we can play that by ear. I might ditch that name though, come up with a different one when I register to change my name." "Well, if you ever need any help deciding..." "Thanks." "Bought any bras yet?" "Do you mind?!" "Just asking." "Yes, if you must know. I went with my Mom last Tuesday." "Okay, that's good........what cup size are you?" "Mike!" "Sorry, sorry....come on, you know you'd be the same." "Maybe, but that doesn't mean I'll play along, kay?" "Okay, okay. On a serious note though, do you feel ready for womanhood?" "I don't know," I smiled. "It can't be a bad thing that a girl starts her new life, and already has her real life Romeo....." THE END Thanks for reading, guys! I really hope you enjoyed it. Please remember to leave your comments as I'll be reading them before getting to work on my next piece. Peace!