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Bound To Happen Sometime by Jim Ruggeri I've been writing for almost a year now and I love reviews, please review a story or shoot me an email. I take requests too, so if you've got any ideas floating around it would be great to hear them! In an infinite universe, given enough time, the odds of anything happening tend towards certainty. This is a story of something that by all accounts shouldn't have happened, and yet by pure coincidence it did. This is one of my first stories I've actually allowed people to see, so it would be cool if you could take two seconds to review it. Cheers! As an extra incentive, anyone who reviews can have themselves or a character of theirs in a future story, just send me an email after you review My name is Johnny Ingram and I had an easy life, I can't stress that enough. I wasn't running away from anything, physically or emotionally, there was no abusive step-father, no distant mother, threatening older brother or immature little sister. There was just me and my Mum and Dad, then, one day, there wasn't. I was just about to turn nineteen when it happened. My life was ordinary, probably boring to someone on the outside, but perfect for me. I had total freedom to do whatever I wanted, my parents trusted me, they understood I wasn't really the self-destructive type, and wouldn't be getting myself into situations where I'd be vulnerable. I was given free reign over my activities, attending University, going to the pub with my mates and so on, I didn't really much care for anything apart from seeing my friends and working on assignments, and that was how I spent my last evening as the first me. I'd been at workshops until late evening, and then spent the rest of the night having a couple of drinks and playing pool. Nothing remarkable happened, and I strode home thinking only of renewing my bus pass the next morning. I made a snack, I brushed my teeth, I went to bed. That was the end. I arose the next morning as groggy as I usually am, I have a tendency to oversleep, which clouds the mind a lot more than under sleeping on waking. I got out of bed, eyes closed over, and began the arduous morning journey to my bathroom. Over the years I'd managed to learn the floor plan to the extent where I could get up, use the toilet, and return to bed without having to open my eyes. However, after taking a few steps, I noticed something was up. My carpet was old, and a light, faded green. It had a quality that I could notice while walking across it, and this was not my carpet. Come to think of it, this wasn't a carpet at all. This had the tell-tale smoothness of hardwood floors, and the echoes of my footsteps as I strode across it were as alien as the texture on my feet. I stopped, still not opening my eyes, a little too much effort at this time in the morning, and I thought for a little while. Perhaps I'd stayed somewhere else for the night. I could clearly remember getting into bed though, I'd eaten my snack, and then put the plate on the floor.. I opened my eyes, and strangely the carpet mystery was not the most alarming thing to happen. My body had changed. Changed in confusing ways. Where my hair had been short and brown, it was now long, flowing, and a bleached blonde, almost white. This was suddenly superseded when I noticed the significant drop in height, from just over six feet to just under five and a half, at a guess; and my anxiety exploded when I discovered the new presence on my chest area. I'd never been to the gym really, I'd never had to, but I was used to having a flat chest at least. This chest wasn't flat, this was generously proportioned at the least. Under my pyjama top were two very large C cup breasts, hovering seemingly of their own volition. Now was the time for panicking, above all else. What could I do, I was an eighteen year old guy in a strange place in a strange body. I ran for the nearest door, discovering instead of an exit, what I had originally been searching for: a bathroom. I ran in, and locked the door as quickly as I could. The light wasn't on when I had entered the room, so now the task became finding the hanging switch in the darkness. I waved my arms around waiting to catch something, when the thought occurred to me that maybe I didn't want to turn the light on at all, it might just be better to continue the remainder of my days in the darkness of this bathroom. I couldn't have lasted long after all, considering my body's new build from what I'd seen before. The dilemma was thankfully solved for me when my arm brushed the switch, taking a deep breath, I pulled on it, lighting the room. And what a room it was! Black marble everything, except for a pearl white toilet and bath. It was huge, around the size of my living room back at home. For a moment I returned mentally to the house I grew up in, and I thought about it hard, before reality snapped me back into this opulent washroom, and with that, I caught my reflection in the mirror. The wall opposite the door was reflective from floor to ceiling, meaning nothing was missed out when I finally saw myself. I was a beautiful girl. My eyes, wide and soft, my nose a little upturned button, my lips pink and plump. My skin was milky white, and I couldn't move for staring. I spent a good while examining the reflection, the girl in the mirror was someone I wouldn't have even dreamt of talking to, never mind sharing a bathroom with. She looked puzzled, and sad, and she sat down on the floor of the bathroom, conscious that whatever was happening, there might be other people in this place. I looked away from the reflection, and had a shock when it clicked in my brain that the person I was looking at was indeed me, and I was sat down on the floor, listening. There wasn't a peep from anywhere else, although there was always the possibility that someone could be sleeping in another room, or waiting for me. It took all my courage to stand, and even more to open the door, but I had a plan. I burst out of the door, scanning the room for anything that could be used as a weapon. Immediately I spotted a hockey stick leaning against the window. I have.. had a pretty similar one, and I know how to use it. Holding the stick up in this smaller body was difficult, although it was proportionally smaller than a man's one, so I could deal with the strain. Now that I had something to defend myself with, I inched open the other door in the room, revealing a well-furnished corridor, a long expensive looking rug running its entire length, with more brown wooden floors beneath it. I would have regarded this as a pretty nice place, if it wasn't for the fact that danger could be lurking behind any door. I waited silently with the door ajar, listening, and trying to keep my breathing as quiet as possible. Still nothing, as weird as the situation was, I was sure the mastermind behind it would be lurking somewhere, to mock me and tell me why all this was happening at least. I wouldn't be so lucky. After a few aborted attempts, I finally managed to step out, I wish I'd had time to put more clothes on, all I was wearing was a baggy t shirt and panties. The air on my smooth legs was a sensation I hadn't encountered, and it was distracting me from the task at hand: namely to make sure I was as alone as I hoped I was. I passed from room to room, another bedroom, a magnificent kitchen, a dining room, and then into a large open plan leisure area, widescreen tv, sofas, glass tables, and a library that took up a whole wall. This was the last room, barring the door on the other side, and I was beginning to allow other information to enter my thought process. Outside the window I could see the place I was in was taking up an entire floor of a building, and was high off the ground, maybe three or four floors up. I recognised the city too, I had lived my entire life on the outskirts, and now I'm in a posh penthouse apartment. I'd be enjoying myself, maybe relaxing even, if I wasn't occupying the body of a girl. My cursory search was not completed yet, so still holding my weapon tightly, I approached the door on the other side, tightened my grip around it, and then backed the door open. Edging slowly around the gap, I encountered only another corridor, this one far shorter, with two doors, and what looked like an exit. I wasn't sure what to do here, so I opened both of these other doors up, one was a smaller, guest bedroom, and the other a utility cupboard. Looks like I was indeed alone, for now. This was somewhat anticlimactic, I was expecting a battle, ending surely in the death of one of the parties, but it was just me, well a part of me, in a swanky flat, in a girl's body. I decided the best way to get my bearings and work out a plan would be to retrace my steps to the room I woke up in. As I trod back across the living room floor, adjusting my weight in uncomfortable ways to compensate for my new baggage, I noticed a laptop computer, placed just underneath one of the leather sofas. Thinking I may be able to glean some more information from it, I snatched it, and ran back to the bathroom, locking myself in there. The surprise of my new breasts now paled in comparison to what I saw when I opened the laptop, in the competition to see what particular revelation could put me closest to a heart attack. The loading screen had a picture of me, the girl I am now, with her name next to her flawless face. Jenny Ingram. Jenny. Was it me? Then the clincher, I tried my password, and it worked. I swallowed as the desktop booted up, a picture of Jenny, wearing my old school uniform. We went to the same school. I was starting to feel sick. I tried the internet, and was hardly now surprised to see her face and name on my Facebook page. Everything I'd ever posted, was now hers, or well, still mine. It was dawning on me now, that this girl was me, and I am this girl. But that begged the question. Where were my parents? I'd seen no sign of them as I wandered this flat. Just me, I even think I saw some framed pictures in the living room. I walked back through, and my observation had been right. I picked one up, to see this girl, me, on holiday with my parents, looking considerably better off. They were wearing expensive looking sailing gear, and she, was wearing a tiny outfit I couldn't believe they'd let her wear, nevertheless though, their arms are around her, holding her lovingly as the three stared into the camera. I removed the picture from the frame, hoping some caption may be on the back. I was right, but I wish I hadn't been. A pencil written note read 'I miss you', there looked like there was going to be more writing, but the author has tailed off mid letter. Tears began to well up in my eyes. I rushed over to a professional looking bureau by one wall, and hesitated before opening it. Financial papers flew around as I searched for what I knew was in there. In a folder I found it. A death certificate. My parents were gone. I don't know how long I spent in the dark flat, maybe a day, maybe a little more. I was alternating between laying on the sofa and staring at the ceiling, and going through the files on the laptop, learning as much as I could about the person I was now. Neither were easy tasks. The former I found filled my head with dreadful thoughts, all I could think about was the life I was missing. When I'd eventually draw up the courage to load up the laptop again, some of my fears would be dashed, others confirmed. Her life had been for the most part very similar to mine, born in the same hospital, on the same day, same schools, same interests, same enemies, only Jenny's parents had won the lottery, something my parents wouldn't have had a chance at, considering they never played. That explained the lavish surroundings, and I must admit this made the pill a lot easier to swallow. I'd occasionally sip from glasses of water, but I didn't eat for the whole time I was laying around, and it reached the point where I was getting dizzy. I forced myself over to the kitchen, only to find the cupboards bare, and an empty fridge. Attached by a magnet to the door was a shopping list, written in Jenny's handwriting. I was going to have to go outside, like this. The thought made me grit my teeth immediately, it was hard enough to be locked in a flat, but going outside, that was too much. I paced back and forth in the living room, shopping list in hand, I needed to do something, I couldn't just starve to death. Then again, couldn't I? No. I pushed that thought out of my mind, I couldn't allow myself to think like that. As I passed the window for the umpteenth time, I noticed a small supermarket just over the road. That clinched it. There was no way I could hang around up here worrying when the answer to my problems was mere metres away. It was going to be difficult though, I knew that, and I had to force myself back into the bedroom to find some clothes. It was late in the day when I finally got ready, the sun was already setting, and I knew I didn't want to be outside at night. Not like this. Not yet. I found a baggy, grey hoodie, which I pulled over the t shirt, and then some matching sweatpants. I was miserable, so I might as well be comfortable. There was still the matter of my hair. Jenny apparently did things with it, there were products everywhere which I had no idea how to use, or what they were for. Her style seemed to change photo to photo from what I saw on the computer. I tried my best to just pull it back into a lop-sided pony tail, it looked fine, not the best effort, but an alright first try. I found some high topped sneakers in a cupboard that looked absurdly small, however once I put them on they fit like foot gloves. A nice surprise, I liked these shoes. After a small panic involving a lack of door key, upon closer inspection I found the door wasn't locked, and that there was a further corridor outside. I thought I'd searched the whole place, and this worried me some. I peered out into the darkness, and then hit a light switch as quickly as I could with my arm before bursting out. It was just a nicely presented corridor, with a set of stairs down to a lift, a private lift. I could get used to this. My heart racing, I held my finger to the print scanner, and breathed a sigh of relief upon its acceptance. This was going to be the way in and out of the flat, and I considered for a moment what would happen if I lost all of my fingers. The anxiety didn't last long, as my more immediate situation hit me. I was going outside, as a girl. The doors opened to a lobby, containing some nice potted plants, and a large glass storefront onto the street. I stepped out of the lift, and then realised, for the first time in this body, people could see me. I froze, like a deer in the headlights, and stared at the people walking up and down the street. It was busy, and I hadn't anticipated this. I was making eye contact with people, and it was all I could do to not turn and run. I no longer had much of a choice in the matter as the doors slid shut, leaving me alone. I swallowed hard, and then approached the doors, clutching her bank card in my hands. I was assuming she'd have the same PIN number as me, everything else was the same, although there was always a nagging feeling that this was the point where it would all start falling apart. I took one more breath of the air conditioned lobby air, and then opened the door to the street, having to push past people almost immediately. I breathed in, and tried to get across the road as calmly as I could. The shop was just a second away, and its bright, even lighting was a beacon in the sea of bodies. I was incredibly self- conscious, there were a lot of men around, it wasn't something I'd anticipated, but from this reduced height, the average man seemed huge! It was getting a little much, everybody pushing up against me in the crowd but, thankfully, I made it into the shop without any problems. The automatic doors slid shut behind me, this gave me the opposite feeling from the lift doors doing the same. Where before I felt dread, now I was filled with a calmness, and the knowledge I was relatively safe. The shop was getting ready to close, and there wasn't anybody around save for an elderly lady working the counter, and a middle aged guy stacking a shelf by the entrance. I picked up a basket and resolved to get as far away from him as possible. Guys couldn't be trusted right now. I fished out the shopping list from my pocket, and spent a few minutes collecting all the items from the shelves. She had pretty similar tastes to me, however I did put my own spin on some of the items. If we switched back bodies, then she was going to have a nasty surprise to find her ketchup replaced by hot dog ketchup. I smiled a little at the prospect, but then that brought with it a pang of sadness, I was reminded that somewhere, out there, was me having my proper life. It was getting overbearing, and I rushed to the counter, fighting back tears, and plonked down the now very heavy, full basket. The lady looked nice, she wasn't tall, I towered over her even, but she had a warm face, and it made me feel a bit better to be talking to her. As she scanned the items through one after the other, I was reminded of a presence behind me. I turned my head slowly, catching the eye of the male shelf stacker. He was older, balding, with a thick moustache. He averted his gaze the second I caught him. He'd been checking me out! I started hyperventilating a bit, and I really, really wanted to leave. I adjusted my pose so I was a little side on, so I could catch him if he started doing it again. It wasn't much relief when I did. He'd been staring at my bottom, and I felt down to adjust my pants, discovering to my horror, that the top of my panties were exposed. I was completely mortified and went bright red. I was breathing pretty quickly, and completed the transaction as quickly as possible. The card worked, thankfully, however I was left now with two very heavy shopping bags. I tried lifting them, only for the contents of one to spill out everywhere. This wasn't what I needed right now, and I cursed myself for forgetting I'd not be strong enough to lift the two, considering how heavy the basket had been with two arms. The old lady thought she was coming to my rescue when she called over the shelf stacker, I stood completely still and didn't make a sound while he picked everything up and rebagged them for me. He held out his hand for the other bag, he was going to carry them to the door, and I just handed it to him silently. The lady at the counter bid me farewell as the shelf stacker and I approached the exit. We walked through and out onto the street. I was just trying to keep my gaze rooted to the floor. The street was busy, but the crowd was dying down as he turned to me. "You alright from here?" He was looking right into my eyes, and I didn't know what to do. "I just live over the road." I pointed towards the glass fronted lobby, thinking this was the best way to get rid of him. I could feel his eyes on me as I turned to point. "I'll just carry them over then, might as well." He smiled, and I forced back an acknowledgement. It wasn't a smile, but it was as close as I could muster. We crossed over the road, my heart pumping faster than it ever had before, he kept looking at me, was it too much for him to just look ahead? I was screaming in my head, this wasn't the worst thing I could imagine happening on my first trip out, but it might as well have been, it was pretty damn close. We reached the doors to the lobby, and I scanned my finger on the pad. The light turned green and there was an audible click as the door unlocked. "Very fancy." He winked, and I just wanted to throw up. "I'll pop them inside then you don't have to.." He just made his way into the lobby. I was going to scream if he insisted on helping me up to the flat, but he came right back out again after placing the bags down carefully. It was reaching the point where I was going to have to say something at least. "Thanks.." I muttered, I was trying not to cry, and this came out croaky. "You're very welcome," he said that in a strange way, with a confidence he shouldn't have had. I nodded, and he took one last, very obvious glance at my chest, before I walked into the building and shut the door. I bend down to pick up the bags, and something caught my eye in the street. He was still there! He gave me a little wave and I realised what I'd just done. My back had been to him when I bend down and.. The thought of him staring at my bum was making me tense to the point of being completely rigid. I didn't want to think about it anymore. I turned towards the lift, tears now welling up. I carried the bags over to the doors, well aware he was still staring at me. In that moment, I hated myself, and I hated everything. I scanned my finger, and the doors opened. I had to check if he was still there, still watching me. I turned around as the doors closed to see him still there, he gave me a little wave even. I burst into tears once I was finally alone. The doors opened to the flat, and I pulled the shopping in, and then went straight to the bathroom, locking myself inside. I'd never be able to go back there again. I cried for what felt like hours. I cried so long I had a bright red face and a thumping headache, and once the pain grew too much, I started calming down, and looked over to the girl in the mirror. She looked an absolute mess, it was looking like I was going to need a shower. I bit my lip with fear, only to remember I needed to put some of the shopping in the fridge. I got up, still looking at myself, my hair was matted from leaning up against a wall, my eyes were red and irritated and I looked miserable. I stomped out of the room, I still had things to do. Growing distracted as I headed back towards the bathroom, I ended up looking through the laptop, still lying on the bed outside. The girl in the pictures looked so much happier than the one who'd stare back at me from the mirror. She was used to all this, I was just a newcomer, I was sure there was going to be a learning curve, and I got scared again. Rather than allow myself to wallow in self pity, I stood up, and walked into the lavish bathroom, turning on the water and allowing it to warm up. A shower was exactly what I needed, I'd been sat around in these sweatpants for what felt like hours, and the t shirt underneath the hoodie for even longer. Crumpling when it hit the floor, the hoodie came off first, only for me to discover that I'd began trembling. I'd been able to pretend in the back of my mind that everything was fine, even while things weren't, disrobing in full view of the mirror was an admission that events were changing out of my control. Underneath the clothes I had on was a girl's body. My body. Those two concepts were not meshing well in my head. A compromise was in order, and I undressed with my back to the reflective wall, not looking at myself, or moving my eyes from a point across the room. I could hear my breathing over the rush of hot water and the shuffle of my clothes coming off, and it sounded worried, pained. My eyes welled with tears, I was getting ready to cry again. Once I was naked I turned to get into the shower, almost catching my reflection, then I thought of something. Something I'd missed: the bathroom door. I sniffled and then decided I wanted to lock it, I needed some level of control over my world, and right now, even that small exercise of power would suffice. The bolt clicked into place, and I shut my eyes as I walked back across the room, only opening them once the steam of the shower had enveloped me sufficiently. The water felt like it was running through me, for the first time in the day or so I'd been here I could shut out everything that made me scared, and sad. That is, until I got so caught up in the relaxing feeling that I looked down. Wet blonde hair fell about a large, obscenely feminine bust. Pink areolas a few centimetres across were framed by tiny bumps around them. I could ignore them no longer, not with the evidence right in my face. I held them up in my hands, they weighed a little more than I thought they would, and felt soft, and sensitive. I touched a finger to one of my new found nipples, and felt a buzz run through me down my spinal cord, to my crotch. Yes, that was next. I had never made it to the toilet since my initial attempt to find it that morning, partly due to my denial about what was going on. I think I'd gotten so upset by the guy in the shop checking me out partly because it was an admission that I was no longer myself. One of my hands still holding my boobs with the side of it brushing against both, now erect, nipples; the other started to creep down to where the electric feeling had led. I paused when I realised the vagina wasn't where I'd thought it would be, it was lower than I imagined, unmistakeable though, was the feeling of my labia as my finger traced across it, causing a far more pronounced electric sensation. The shower was starting to be the least of my priorities as my left hand began stimulating a nipple, whilst the other found its way not only inside me, but also up to my swelling clitoris. My eyes closed over as I worked out a rhythm of stimulation that felt the best. Holy hell, it was something else. As a guy I had spent a healthy amount of time alone in my room with a box of tissues and a copy of jugs, but this was another level entirely. The erotic feeling was careening throughout me, not just in my genitals, where it was focused as a powerful, numb lust. My breathing became sharp, and uneven as I felt the end was coming. I'd never felt anything like this before, it was a warm, white hot swelling of intensity that began to overwhelm me. I thought about stopping, about maybe this was a little far for my first day, but I couldn't have stopped my hands if I wanted to. They were moving quicker and quicker, lubricated by the shower water, and the feelings they were causing were building to a certainty. A certainty that at any second, but definitely a one rapidly approaching, I was going to have my first real orgasm. It was coming close, my knees began to buckle as the numbness permeated my entire lower half, I paused for a moment to sit on the floor of the shower, warm water lapping at the bottom of my wet hole, as my hand rubbed the top. My left hand was becoming tired, and the nipple it was tweaking was growing a little sore but it was still making me feel good, so I kept it up, in fact, it was making me feel even better than before. My right hand found itself drifting inside the opening, not just stopping at the very swollen clit, it felt magical. I can't describe it any other way, I no longer existed and the feeling was all that remained. A thought suddenly rushed through my head, my mind had been mostly blank for the duration, as the novelty of my new parts presented itself, however my growing familiarity allowed for my mind to wander. The thought terrified me, and thrilled me at the same time. He'd been so close to me, the man in the shop, he'd been so close and I'd ran away. He wanted to make me feel like this, and for me to make him feel just as good. I'd never thought about a man that way before, but the way the ideas and memories in my brain meshed with the physical sensations in my vagina and breasts, it just felt right. This was certainly not something I was expecting, and I slowed my pace a little, to the point where I was no longer picturing my would be suitor, undoubtedly still over the road, most likely thinking of me the way I was thinking of him. I couldn't do this if I was going to let thoughts like that enter my mind, I was a guy after all, and up until this moment I had never considered anything like that arousing. I made a deal with myself, and then continued with my exploration. The titillation returned immediately, as well as my pace, and thankfully more pressing matters than the man became apparent. My body began to jerk, as the numbness imploded, filling my entire being with an exquisite, cosmic, radiance that echoed through me again and again and again. It was a long time, at least I think it was. I bucked and spasmed on the floor, eyes rolling in their sockets, eventually turning onto my side as it continued. My first orgasm, and it wasn't nearly over. The pent up lifetime of little comings disappeared as this monumental tide crashed on the banks of my being. I lay still until it was over, rocking occasionally. The warm water raining down on me was a baptism, and my heartbeat would not slow. I blinked once, twice, and then sat up. I was calm, and I felt content. I felt like a change had swept me off my feet, literally. Standing on wobbly legs, I was washing my parts, ensuring everything was cleaned thoroughly, when I remembered what I'd been thinking about during. I'd been thinking about a man, and a man, getting close to me, and.. It was too much. The sweaty pact I'd made with myself needed to be strengthened, I needed to maintain some semblance of my past life, and thinking about men in that way was not going to help. Trying not to worry, I concluded that I could keep any other urges under control, as I just had earlier, by stopping, and having a quiet think, although an actual physical situation with a guy felt like an impossible, terrifying concept, the fact of the matter was I was an attractive eighteen year old, and I would have to be careful. With this sorted, and the reverberations of that unreal frenzy still washing through me, I washed my hair with shampoo and then conditioner, ignoring the many smaller bottles on the floor of the shower, they would have to be individually examined at a later date, and an investigation would begin of whether they were necessary. Until then, I would stick to the basics, soap and shampoo. I felt like I'd been in the shower for too long of a time, and upon switching off the water I realised this was probably true. I walked back into the room with a lot less fear than when I entered the cubicle, and turned around with no fear to see my reflection. I was flawless. Vain perhaps, but it wasn't even really my body. There wasn't a mark or a blemish on me, my legs were long and toned, with a tanned tint to them, my waist was thin, and I noticed my hips were wide, turning side on, my ass was firm and sculpted. If I had to be a girl, at least I got to be a one I could enjoy the look of. I dried my hair, and walked over to the washbasin, picking up my toothbrush, and noticing something I'd forgotten about. All around the outside were makeup products, lipstick, eyeliner, foundation, and many other vials, containers, powders and so on. It was daunting, and I knew at some point I was going to have to wear this, right now I could just continue pretending they weren't for me. My toothbrush tasted good, and I completed my brushing with zeal, my teeth were bright white and uniform, my smile was winning. I was feeling a lot perkier, and bounced over to the hooks on the wall, taking down a dressing gown, and walking through to the bedroom, switching off the bathroom light. A tenseness in my lower half reminded me there was left over business to attend to, and I rushed back in, peeing in the darkness. I wasn't quite ready to see that yet, and I rushed out of the room having flushed the toilet with a speed that would suggest I was being chased. I slammed the door, and climbed up onto the bed. I was going to make some food, but like all great explorers, I now felt ready for rest. The sounds of the city dampened as I slid my smooth legs under the covers, and leant over to turn out the light. It had been a long day, and there was still a lot I needed to learn, about myself, and the new world I was inhabiting. I thought back for a moment to my adventures in the shower, and I felt a little rush as the sensations resurfaced temporarily, and with them the thoughts of the man from over the road. The cold realisation that it wasn't going to be as easy as I'd hoped to curtail unsavoury thoughts stifled any plans to take up my stimulation again. That was enough for one day, besides, there would always be tomorrow. Still, I could hardly complain, while I thought of my parents, I was sure that they were still out there somewhere, perhaps with a very confused girl, who'd at least be very happy to realise she still had them, even if I couldn't. It was the situation I was in that made me sad, I was going to have to look at this as an opportunity, and look at tomorrow as an adventure. I spent the next few days living off the groceries I'd bought from the shop over the road, and as time passed, I became increasingly comfortable in my new body, but increasingly less comfortable about the prospect of having to once again leave the house. The last time I'd left had gone badly, but the more I thought about it, the more I convinced myself that he was just being nice, and that it was my self- consciousness, not the way he was acting that contributed the most to my fears. I finished the last of the milk, and I realised the time had come, unless I wanted to spend the next few days eating dry cereal, and then I'd have to go out anyway. Exploring this upper class place was wearing thin as well, I'd gone through all the cupboards, the wardrobes and anywhere else secrets could be stored. I also discovered the source of my newfound wealth, for my Dad's 58th birthday, my Mum had bought him a lottery ticket, it was a small part of the present, and was meant as a little joke. The smiles grew on their faces when they realised they'd actually won. One million for every year of my Dad's life, and then some. I wouldn't be hurting for money, which dissolved a lot of my anxieties. When I'd finished my cereal, I finally decided it would be today I'd go outside. I wouldn't be returning to the shop over the road, which guaranteed I'd be avoiding the man in there, but this presented new dangers, the further I strayed from this safe place, the more vulnerable I would become. I looked out of the window, it was a beautiful weekday morning, and the city streets were mostly empty. I reasoned to myself that women walk around all day, nothing bad happens to them, and that there was nothing to worry about. It was a difficult pill to swallow, this body was so small, and was going to draw the eyes of people I didn't necessarily want to have anything to do with. This dichotomy played on my mind long after I'd had another shower, and a further brief exploration of my new parts. Thankfully there were no reoccurrences of unmanageable thoughts, and this bolstered my confidence, I'd be able to go outside and be me, just me with different packaging. I'd be fine. While leaving the bathroom I decided to once again forego any makeup, my face was in need of it any way really, and besides, I wasn't going to know what to do anyway. No, the makeup would be wasted on me. The hair though, that was another matter, I'd spent the last few days with it all over the place, getting in my eyes and generally being a nuisance. This wouldn't do outside, so I elected for another attempt at a pony tail, this time looking considerably better. Practice makes perfect. The choice of clothing next was a puzzler. The sweatpants and hoodie I wore to the shop were more evidence of my denial of the situation than anything else. This time I was going to dress up a bit nicer, even if I ended up just wearing the clothes I used to wear. Upon inspecting my wardrobe, I discovered Jenny wasn't much for plain clothing, as well as being quite liberal in her taste. I found the one pair of jeans in the whole of the gaping closet, and put them on. Struggled to put them on that is, it took me a quarter of an hour getting the damn things fastened, I wasn't going to be wearing these again in a hurry. I even considered one of her skirts for easiness sake, but I backed out, I'd come this far, I couldn't give up now. Picking a top out was far easier, a retro Star Wars t shirt was buried under a stack of blouses and playsuits. This was a bit more like me. I slipped it on, and as my nipples brushed against the fabric, resurfacing feelings I'd previously resigned to the shower, I remembered I should probably put on a bra. A bra. Christ, I must have been losing it. The top came off, sending the same jitter through me as my breasts were stimulated, and I trekked over to a set of drawers. Catching myself in the mirror I realised I was getting quite the thrill from my chest being free in the open air, I smiled, and remained there for a moment, checking myself out, before I returned to the task at hand. All of her bras seemed inappropriate for a trip out for groceries, but I found a black one that seemed like it would fit properly. I placed my orbs into each cup, and spent almost as much time as I had on the jeans getting it on, but once I found the trick I was sorted. I looked myself up and down in the mirror, these jeans certainly were tight, but I felt more comfortable in them mentally as I would in a skirt physically. My boobs looked great in a bra, pushed up and supported, I would have stared at me all day if it wasn't for the rumbling in my stomach. I really was falling for myself, such a strange sensation. I put the t shirt back on, a little dismayed that there were no sensual feelings this time, and couldn't help but tweak my nipples once or twice or three times. That was enough, my toes curled a little on the ground, and I found myself getting distracted, but the growling stomach convinced me there was more important things to be doing, besides, I wouldn't be out long. I gathered my necessary items, some sunglasses, a bag to put the shopping in, my bank cards, some pocket change, and a little penknife. Just in case. I wasn't quite ready to go out there defenceless. The lift ride to the ground floor felt a lot quicker than it had previously been, perhaps because I was dreading returning outside again. But, when I stepped out into the warm, summer air, I didn't mind any more, and I started enjoying myself. I turned, walking while thinking where it was I should go, there was a place about five minutes away, so I resolved to go there. I made it down one street, then a second without any mortifying incidents before I got tripped up. I was getting cocky, and perhaps should have had my wits about me a little more, instead of lost in thought, relishing the warm sunshine. I bumped into someone upon turning a corner. Someone male, someone taller than me, and a hell of a lot stronger. I froze, then realised that probably wasn't the best idea, as the man I'd bumped into backed off a little. I looked up, recognising the face. "Jenny?" a familiar voice uttered. Stood in front of me was someone I hadn't seen in a long time, in either body. A fellow student of my high school, Andrew McCartney. He had been a shy boy, undoubtedly due to his mild autism, and I'd rarely had anything to say to him, nor him to me. On the odd occasion he would open his mouth in class, he'd often use the opportunity to say some pretty bad stuff, often racist, ignorant or discriminatory. He wasn't all bad though, it was clear he didn't have anyone to tell him not to say those things. I pitied him a little, if I wasn't arguing with him. Right now though, there was no pity, but neither was there fear. Upon recognising him, my anxiety faded, here was someone who posed no threat to me, he was a very shy guy when I'd last seen him, maybe two years ago, and I honestly didn't think he was interested in girls, that or he was unable to express his attraction. "Andrew," I said confidently, my high voice confused me for a little while, before I remembered it was mine. He shuffled around a little nervous, I'd never seen him like this before, but I had a theory as to why. "It's been a while," he muttered, making eye contact with me for maybe a third of those four words, the rest of the time they were darting around, almost as if he was glancing for an exit. "It sure has," I smiled, showing a little teeth. He seemed to relax, and I was happy that he didn't seem so nervous, his condition had meant he did spend a lot of time alone, and any connection was a nice charity, even if I was still a little wary of being outside my place. "Well.." He pushed past me, and turned, looking sorry, but then turned back, walking away very quickly. He was always a very strange kid, I hoped the best for him. "See you!" I called after him. What could it hurt? He turned around and cracked an awkward smile, before returning to his hurried escape. Hell, if a girl that looked like me was talking to me in the street, I'd have half a mind to cut my losses and get out of there too. Nothing else remarkable happened after that, I went to the shop, picked up a sensible amount of groceries that I'd be sure I could carry, and then returned to the flat, packing everything away. I was sitting on the laptop, catching up on the news for a moment or two, when I decided to reward myself with another shower. About to shut the computer down, a tone went off, signifying I had been sent a message. I looked over to the bathroom door, and then back to the closed laptop. I opened it back up, I could always masturbate later. It was indeed a message, a one from Andrew of all people. I sat looking at the notification, wondering if maybe I'd given him the wrong impression, but he wouldn't exactly be difficult to avoid, so I chose to open it up. I might as well. It wasn't anything noteworthy, he was just saying hi, but the timing of this contact was concerning. This was a guy who didn't really know about social conventions, and he'd been reprimanded at school for acting inappropriately towards girls, he had a na?ve innocence about him, and he'd always maintained he was just being friendly. I thought I'd throw him a bone, especially seeing as how I didn't have anyone to talk to really either. "Hey," I responded. "It was nice to see you today. I missed you." He missed me? "That's cool, it would have been nice to catch up, but clearly you had better things to do." "Oh. Sorry. I had to be somewhere." I let this linger, he knew I could see the message, so he continued. "We could catch up on here though?" I sighed, and looked once again to the bathroom door, I really wanted to touch myself, I was getting better and better at it, but again, that could wait. As much as I didn't want to admit it, loneliness was setting in, and some conversation might be nice. "Sure :)" I typed. And with that, we started talking to each other. He started telling me about his quest for a job, about how he wished he'd stayed on and maybe went to University, I regret to admit I laughed a little at the prospect of that, he wasn't really University material, and just his life in general. He made me chuckle a few times, and he was definitely a sweet kid, I wished all the luck in the world to him. The conversation continued long into the night, the bathroom door waited and waited, until I fell asleep while he described his list of new video games he was going to buy. My eyes couldn't stay open any longer, I'd seriously lost track of time, but it was nice to have a connection with someone, even if I didn't really intend for it to come about, or continue past that evening. I slept soundly, with the bright screen on my face the whole night, I was smiling. A week passed, and I continued acclimatising to my new life. A maid came by, to my shock and horror, letting herself in, but I didn't let her see me jump with fright at her presence, and she left quickly after tidying the place. I was hardly surprised when it turned out that having money was all it's cracked up to be, I bought all the games I'd ever wanted, and all the systems I'd ever begged my parents for, and piled them up in the living room. I played them most of the time, getting increasingly wrapped up in the worlds I'd wanted to explore for so long. It really wasn't bad. Exploration didn't end in the virtual realm either, I was still exploring myself, and found I was getting quite adept at making the finish the best I possibly could. I restrained myself though, as much as I was able, the time could easily have been entirely spent touching it. I could hardly have justified that though: there were games to play. These I could play as much as I wanted, I was fulfilling childhood dreams; that meant something. Andrew had messaged me a few times since I last spoke to him, but I didn't really have the patience or the time to respond. He was a nice guy, but he wasn't the most interesting conversationalist. I felt bad, it wasn't his fault, but all the same I couldn't spend all my time essentially babysitting the guy over the internet. Dinging loudly, I surmised that he'd sent another message. Jesus. I sighed, and realised I might have been being overly antagonistic, he hadn't done anything wrong after all. Besides, video games or no, I was getting a bit lonely not talking to anyone. It was time to drag my carcass off the couch, and sit down at the table where I'd placed the laptop. It was a stretch, but I made it over, sitting down at the solid oak dining table. My guess was correct, Andrew was trying to contact me again. I hadn't opened the past four, but I could see from the preview they were all along the same lines, just a greeting, followed by asking me if I was ok. I didn't know exactly how to reply to that, for a plethora of reasons, but I decided I should probably throw him a bone. Lying, I replied saying I'd been busy with assignments. He seemed chipper though, and launched back into one of his little tangents where he'd talk about nothing for quite a while. I responded non-committedly, my attention more focused on looking at videos in a separate window, but my attention was piqued by one of his responses. I was surprised by this to say the least. "That's cool =) I was thinking we could catch up sometime? If you're not too busy =) x." Hovering silently, the message remained on the screen, and I blinked a few times, weighing my options, and thinking about how diplomatically I could respond. I was about to let him down gently when something stopped me. I wasn't doing anything, and I hadn't experienced any real social situations since the change. Maybe I should hang out with him. It would be like having the training wheels on my bike, he was harmless, and it's not like I'd be bummed out if I embarrassment myself in front of him. We could go somewhere public, and we could have a cup of coffee or something. Just as long as he understood that was all it was. "Sure, I'm free today if you're around." I missed off the kiss, hoping that this was a subtle but firm way of curtailing any chances of him misreading the situation. I was a little miffed when his response was more than enthusiastic. "Wow! OK =) =) xxx." I had a few second thoughts, but this was going to be a challenge anyway, it was going to be fine. We sorted out a meeting time and place, a coffee shop a few streets away from my flat, not too close for him to know where I live, but not too far away that I was walking around alone. I still felt vulnerable, although having Andrew around might help. He was a lot bigger than I remember from school, but I choked this up to my drop in height, rather than him growing. Still, I couldn't imagine anyone would mess with me with him around. Warm sunshine bathed my room, the sun was passing the point in the sky where afternoon turns to early evening, it was a beautiful day, and I needed to put some clothes on. I'd been lounging around in a hoodie and some of Jenny's more baggy panties. The jeans were crumpled up on the floor of my room, and I was definitely not wearing them again. I hated them, almost as much as they hated me. I was probably going to have to burn them, unless someone could stop me, but now wasn't the time. I went through the wardrobe looking for something else, and found a skirt not nearly as short as the others, it was blue, and came down to the top of my knees. I could wear this, sure I could. Hanging gracefully from my waist, the skirt only needed some minor adjustments as I pulled it up my legs and sorted it out while looking in the mirror. It looked good on me, and had a demure quality that the rest of Jenny's wardrobe didn't. My legs were showing, and it felt a little too weird. I'd spent the day before trying to work out how to shave them, and it had taken me hours to work out a proper technique. Bare legs justt wouldn't do, so I found some black hose, and pulled them up. That was better, there was a line of defence now at least between my underwear and the outside world. For my top I just picked out another bra, a red one, a little more flashy than the one I'd worn a week ago, but I hadn't been able to find the washing machine, so this was going to have to do. I laughed a little when I discovered a Batman t shirt hidden amongst a tower of blouses, and decided that was a lot more my style. Under the bed I discovered some huge, red, Dr. Marten's boots which fit well, Jenny and I shared a lot in common I guess, and looked myself up and down in the mirror. I looked acceptable, but something was missing. I tied my hair back the way I always did, and then realised what was wrong. I could do with a little make up, just a little. The foundation on the side of the sink, as well as the lipstick were self-explanatory really, and I applied them in little time. Returning to the mirror I nodded. I was getting butterflies just looking at myself. I wasn't sure if I was vain or actually in love with myself, but it was definitely somewhere in between the two. I checked the time, and realised I was going to be late. I ran to the lift, taking it down to the lobby, and rushed out into the street without any of the anxiety I'd experienced on other trips. Today I was a normal girl, going to talk to an old school pal, that was all, and I honestly felt like nothing was going to go wrong, and that I'd be back playing my video games in a couple of hours at the most. Andrew was stood outside the coffee shop when I arrived, he was looking nervous, and was glancing around furtively before he spotted me walking towards him. He was tall, about 6' 3" and would be described as muscular, but this didn't really register as I approached. It was nice to see a familiar face, and I smiled when he caught my eye. He did the same, and I noticed his eyes flicker down to my body, and then back up to me. It couldn't be helped, I reasoned, I remember being a guy. Embarrassment fluttered through me as I reached him, and he bent down, giving me an awkward hug. I could see my expression in one of the place's windows, I didn't look particularly happy, but I faked it as he let go of me. "I thought you weren't coming," he blustered, a little out of breath. "Sorry, I got a bit lost." It was a believable lie, and he bought it without question, even though I'd suggested the place. He wasn't the brightest really. We walked into the coffee shop and took up a table near the back, it was a weekday, so we had little company in the old building besides a waitress behind a counter. He nervously ordered two coffees, not allowing me to pick for myself. He's just trying to be confident, I reasoned, and sat down with him as the waitress began preparing our order. He brought up a few of the things we'd talked about over the internet, and I actually found myself getting into the conversation quite a bit. He'd gotten a lot more animated since high school, and it was certainly infectious. I barely noticed the waitress bringing over the coffees, as we continued our laughter. Catching my reflection in a long mirror lining one wall, I could see I was grinning quite inanely.We were having a good time, and a good time was definitely what I needed. I hadn't had so much fun since the change. I felt happy and calm, something I was going to have to get reacquainted with, they didn't feel like they fit with my current situation. Before we knew it the place was closed, and I'd barely touched my coffee. Barely protesting, I smiled when he offered to walk me home. I'd said I got lost on the way after all, and keeping up the lie might help in the long run. I'd definitely hang out with him again, he was a lot of fun, even if he wasn't as smart as me. He kept me talking though, and I let it slip about the video games I'd bought. He lit up. I felt bad when I told him I was busy later on, but he was free to come round another time. I wanted to set a boundary to begin with, just until I was comfortable. We rounded the corner to my place, and he was surprised to see I lived in such a stately dwelling. I laughed at this suggestion, and we stopped in front of the lobby door. It got a bit awkward, the street was empty and I don't think either of us knew exactly how to end the time. "So, we should do this again," I offered. "That sounds great. It's been so good seeing you again." He lingered, giving me a warm look. The conversation ground to a halt as he struggled to formulate his thoughts. Clearly he had something to say, and there appeared to be an internal struggle as to what form they were going to escape in. I braced for the worst. I enjoyed his company but anything further was out of the question. "I've missed you, you're really lovely and I hope you know that." The words burst out of his mouth, it looked like he was trying to keep them inside, but his efforts were in vain. I was dumbstruck, I hadn't expected a compliment like that, and I just stood below him, looking up, with my mouth agape, trying to cognise the situation. I mumbled, and then looked into his eyes. I never even saw it coming, he moved towards me, slowly, hesitantly, and I remained fixed to the spot as he moved. Then he kissed me. A strange, otherworldly feeling swept through me as one of his huge hands held my back in an embrace, whilst the other one brushed against the side of my face. His tongue entered my mouth, and traced around, I couldn't help but shudder. An electric thrill juddered through me, and I swooned, closing my eyes as he continued the kiss. It was all brought to a halt when he noticed people were walking towards us. He brought his face back, and held me as I'd lost all feeling in my legs. I looked towards the door, still unable to stand for myself. "Open it," he said. I hesitated as the lift doors shut, he was holding me very tightly, almost to the point of being uncomfortable. Almost. I'd been mesmerised by his authoritative order outside, but now I was beginning to have second thoughts. My breath was ragged, and I started contemplating an escape route. The lift continued upwards, and he turned, putting both arms behind my back. I looked up at him apprehensively, and he came in for another kiss. Where the first one had been sweet and gentle, this was of an entirely different sort. The entrance corridor came into view behind him, but all I could do was continue letting him inside my mouth. Our breath had become heavy, and we took air in almost in unison. He was hungry, and each time we came back from breathing, we got more into it. We fell backwards into the hallway, and landed on the ground, him on top of me. My toes were already beginning to curl as I felt his erection pressing against my crotch through our clothes. He put his tongue back into my mouth, and quickly removed my t shirt, exposing my heaving chest. His eyes lit up, and he removed the bra in just as much time. I was topless, in front of a man, laying underneath a man, a man until this moment I'd never had more than a passing acquaintanceship with. The moment was surreal, and I think the only reason I continued along with it was the otherworldly nature of my body's responses to his touch. He was rough, and then some. He pawed at my breasts, tweaking my nipples until a little moan came out. I couldn't help it, the noise drifted from my chest to my crotch, and then up to my mouth, and through my silky lips. It became a purr. He'd been waiting for this, and backed off, leaving me suddenly feeling cold and exposed on the wooden floor of my entrance corridor. Before reality set back in, and I could call this whole escapade off, he lifted me into his sculpted arms, and carried me towards the opposite door, then through the living room, pausing in the final corridor. "Second on the right," I breathed. It was really thrilling being carried like this, I felt so protected and safe. I thought I shouldn't, but then couldn't help kissing his neck as he brought me into my bedroom. Clothes were still scattered around the floor as I hadn't expected I'd have company. He laughed when he saw some of the clothes I'd been considering, and I just tried to remain in this moment. It was perfect, and I don't exactly know why. As soon as it had begun, it was over, and I was placed down on the bed. I was feeling truly wonderful, like never before, and watched with genuine arousal as he took off his shirt and pants, revelling in the fact his erection appeared to be looking right at me through his underwear. He climbed over and began taking off my skirt. I realised he was going to need help, so I lifted my bum up off the mattress, giving him the purchase he needed to complete the job. Then off came the hose. The pair of us were panting, in our underwear. He was on me again, before I could say anything else, before I could do anything else. His dick was rubbing against me as he dry humped my increasingly moist pussy. He moved his mouth down from mine to my chest, kissing and rubbing my breasts. I tried to hold back the grunts and moans that accompanied the unreal sensations, but it was in vain. He noticed what I was doing and leant into my ear, I'd never felt so close to someone before. "Let it out." The words came out more as a growl than anything else, and my panties soaked through. I began openly moaning as he kissed my nipples, sucking on them one at a time, then moving up to my neck, then back again. My body was responding with gusto, my hips were bucking into his, and I could feel that tell tale build up forming between my legs. He moved one of his hands down, I didn't see where it was going until it grasped one of my bum cheeks. I was firmly clamped waist to waist with him as he continued dry humping me. I thought the thrill could never beat this until he slipped his hand back to my front, and down into my panties. I almost came then. While I had become adept at touching myself, he seemed to be a master. He rubbed and tweaked and brushed all the right places. My panties were flooded as he pulled them off me. He sat up for a moment, still on me, and gave them an enthusiastic smell. He smiled in appreciation, and I found myself grinning right back. He tossed the soiled underwear across the room, and continued fingering my pussy, and sucking on my nipples. When I'd masturbated, it had always been on me to keep up the stimulation. If I stopped, the arousal would die down almost completely. This was not so here. The itch I was beginning to experience throughout myself was cresting, blooming more and more completely, until a certainty was revealing itself. I was going to cum. My breathing became more laboured and sharp, my eyes started rolling back in their sockets, and my toes curled more than they ever had. I could feel the certainty, it was so close. I closed my eyes and bit my lip as it came completely into view. Then, he stopped, and pulled his fingers out, taking his hands and mouth off me, and then stepping off me. My eyes were still closed, I was waiting for whatever he was going to do to finally push me over the edge and take away the itch I'd been feeling for some time now. Nothing came. Literally. I opened my eyes, and turned to where I knew he was standing. My eyes widened with desire. He'd removed his underwear, revealing a nine inch wonder, four inches in diameter. It was indeed looking at me, little drops of precum forming on its tip. My jaw hung open, I'd never seen anything like it. He didn't even have to say anything. In fact, I think he intended on climbing onto the bed and getting started. I took the initiative for the first time that evening, and approached his member. I knelt down in front of him, and looked up. He was surprised by this turn of events, and his unbroken gaze told me I was on the right tracks. His dick was inches away from my mouth, it looked so tasty. I could feel the heat emanating from it even from this far, and it twitched occasionally as my lips closed around it. Here it was, my first awkward blow job. My mouth was completely full of dick, right to the back of my throat. I wasn't really sure what to do past this point, I'd never really thought what my dick sucking technique might be. It had always seemed pretty self-explanatory, but right now I was coming up with a blank. I licked the bottom of the shaft with my tongue, trying hard not to catch its tenderness with my teeth. It twitched, and the pulsing throb running through it sped up and became more powerful. I moved my head back, just like I'd seen in porn, and rhythmically sucked and licked his huge, powerful cock. This continued for a little while, and I'd look up from time to time. His eyes were either shut, or looking down at me. I put a hand around the part of the shaft I wasn't able to fit in my mouth, and could feel its warmth even more prominently. The pussy juices were running down my inner thighs as I continued to satisfy my man. A hand brushed the back of my hair. He was playing with it, watching me pleasure him. The playing turned into pushing, as he grabbed the back of my head, tenderly but firmly, and thrust forwards, pushing as much dick would fit into my already full mouth. It passed into my throat as my lips reached the hilt. This was a strange picture, as I became a little more aware of what was going on. I didn't mind it, in fact I loved it, it felt so right. My pussy was still on fire, and I needed to cum. I used this need and licked and sucked him until I knew he was about to cum. On cue, he pulled out. I was left once again, kneeling in front of him with a mouth wide open, still tasting dick on my tongue. He was ready though. He nodded over to the bed, and I climbed back up, laying down for him and waiting. "Fuck, I've been waiting for this for years," he grunted, and then mounted me. It had been little over a week since I'd first thought about a man this way. I'd only lasted a week. This was it though, in a few seconds, I was about to be a virgin no more. Juices were pouring out of me as he took his cock in his hand, and moved it to the entrance of my waiting moistness. "Please be gentle," I moaned. "It's my first time." He looked at me, and then thrust himself inside with force, it felt like I was being split open. "I know," was his only response. Then he brought his face up to mine, cock deep inside me, and kissed me with passion. I kissed him back as the erotic tide swelled in me as he thrust again and again. I was going to cum, the certainty would come sooner rather than later. My head felt light, my body numb, and a fantastic white-hot feeling ignited. It rippled through me, I spasmed as my being was bombarded with an explosion of sensual pleasure. It was more than I could handle, especially with his thrusting adding to the feeling with each jolt. I began pushing myself back into the mattress, one eye closing over as it kept going. I was so glad he'd stopped before now. This was magical. I'd been cumming for a couple of minutes, but in my head it felt like an eternity. My muscles twisted and jerked as orchestral music filled my ears, and the edges of my vision gained a white, glittering border. Then it took its time, but it petered out, and I was surprised to find, Andrew was still having sex with me. "Nice to see you're back," he chuckled, continuing with his thrusting. I smiled, and leant forwards, kissing him hard. I started thrusting back myself, adding an intensity to the inte