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Gender Fluid - part 2 Walter Ego -1- For the first time in over six months I wake pain free. It is a boundless luxury that I cannot yet take for granted. My mind goes back to the time since the galley fire back when I was a Cook's Mate James Reynolds on a naval vessel. I earned a medal that day for saving my work crew but an explosion left me burned over half my body. My left arm was damaged and until yesterday I did not have its full use. The days that followed were an endless series of surgeries, skin grafts and physical therapy sessions. When I finally gained my discharge I came to my home town to look up the girl who'd been my best friend since grade school. An unrepentant tomboy she'd agreed to be my prom date and we lost our virginities to each other that night. Separated since high school, me in the Navy, her to university I knocked on her door only to find she had adapted her late father's invention to become Zach, a six foot two hunk patterned after an Olympic swimmer. Begging him to use the machine to ease my suffering I enter the device while he used the only other template available to turn me into Abigail. The position of the sun tells me that I have slept until early morning. The last thing I remember is the night before when Zach kissed my forehead and closed the door. I am in Katie's, Zach's name when he was a girl, bedroom. It is much different than that prom night when I first got laid. Gone are the odd collection of sport equipment and piles of rumpled clothes that would be more associated with a boy's room. The spot when a band tour poster had been pinned that night was now blank. No pile of stuffed animals or dolls had seen this room since Katie's mother had died when she was four. The only thing that hinted that this was girl's room was the old fashion vanity that had contained the pile of boxes for the video games that Katie and I both loved. The vanity's reflects a female with long brown hair and near hazel eyes. The contour of the light bed sheet suggests womanly curves including above average breasts. Her hair shows disarray of a night in bed and a few wayward strand occlude her face. I reach up to tuck back the hair, an action that my left arm would have struggled with twenty-four hours ago. I uncover the sheet to discover that Abigail has put herself to bed in a short yellow nightie with matching panties. My conversion is so recent that it is hard not to think of Abigail as another person albeit one in which I, mostly, have control. A nightgown seems wrong to me but Abigail is more accepting of feminine things and overrides the fleeting objection. Beside it feels good against her skin on a summer's morning. Of more pressing concern is that Abigail is hungry. I stand beside the bed feeling the lightness that one feels when a great weigh has been lifted. In actuality it is less than twenty pounds as Abigail is a tall girl although the weight has certainly been pleasantly redistributed. I head downstairs amused by the sway of her hips and the bounce of her breasts. -2- It has been too long since I was master of a kitchen. Long weeks of hospital food and rehabilitation has kept me from anything more complicated that soup or a sandwich. I was summarily banished from my evil step-mothers kitchen, maybe not evil but she just didn't like me. I taught myself to cook after my own mother was killed by a drunk driver. Katie and her father rarely cooked, often living on take out and cereal. Kat often kidded me about cooking being a girl thing for which I always cited the rich male chefs with their fancy restaurants and TV deals. She never left anything but crumbs when I cooked for her however. As I grew to my teens I found I had a knack for it and as an adult I learned the dirty secret than a well cooked dinner is often a shortcut into a woman's panties. Zach did not seem to have progressed far in the area of food but his larder did contain the basics. I soon had the fixings for omelets laid out. I was soon reveling in the familiar sounds and aromas of eggs cooking and bread toasting. As the cheesy commercials suggest, it is the pot of smell of fresh coffee brewing that brings them to the table. You'd think with all the fancy equipment in the basement laboratory that Dr. Blackwald might have had some sort of fancy coffee machine, or invented one. At least Zach hadn't skimped on the coffee blend. "Good morning. That smells great." I turned to see Zach, rumpled hair, bare chested with only nylon shorts on his toned body. He sits promptly without mentioning my attire making me believe that Abigail might not be the first lingerie clad female to make him breakfast. I had not eaten since breakfast the day before. In fact Abigail had had no food or drink since her creation. We both dug in. I had said little the day before, totally overwhelmed by my transformation. This morning I was positively chatty. Zach asked me how I was and it all spilled out about the differences in smells, how I could focus more at a distance, how much better food tasted and how incredible it felt to be without pain. I asked him about the feeling of being two persons and he tells me that he had gone through the same thing and that it was several days before he fully integrated. I tell him about the joy of cooking again. How I will keep him properly fed and that his kitchen is so badly organized and needs a good navy scrubbing. I tell him we need groceries ASAP and go on and on about the meals I can cook and how now that I'm well that maybe I can go to a fancy cooking school and open my own restaurant or maybe just a kitchen that caters to ex-service persons. It all comes out in such a rush that Zach adopts the male response pattern of "OK, Yes and Sounds good." I only stop when the coffee flows through Abigail's system and I realize that she needs to pee. The first floor lavatory is close. The toilet seat is up but with a lifetime of male memories I notice. I hesitate for a moment thinking I need a plan but its squat, release, wipe, flush and wash her hands. Not all that different. OK wriggling her panties off is a bit new. Relieved, I return to find Zach rummaging through a kitchen drawer. I see him take out two elastic bands and he steps behind me and gathers my long hair into a ponytail. "Better?" he asks. "Better." I reply. "OK, it's time to make some plans. As you know I created the Abigail template thinking that I would transform myself into her. In between the programming sessions I lined up as many ducks as I could. With the help of the hacker community Abigail has a birth certificate, school records and a small bank account. Knowing what her measurements would be I bought her a few things to wear but not enough for two months. I can put you on my credit card account and we can apply for one with your name. There is no picture ID however. You can get a driver's license but the DMV only does driving tests on Wednesdays and Saturdays so that will have to wait a couple of days. If you want to make a grocery list than we can go this afternoon. As for clothes there are hundreds of on-line sites. There are a few brick and mortars still open nearby but you know you can't count on me to tell you about women's fashions. I have some people I need to contact so if you can keep yourself busy until around noon then I can drive you anywhere you want after lunch." "Zach it feels so good to be able to do anything that I want to do everything. I do think I'm ready for a shower and a change of clothes and I want to tackle this kitchen. You don't mind if I take it over while I'm here?" "No, you know I'm useless in here anyway. I'll be in the lab in case any more old classmates come by needing me." I giggle as Abigail throws a dishtowel at Zach and watch him deftly snatch it out of the air. Zach is still an athlete as his tall, lean body attests. -3- Abigail is standing in her room as I examine her wardrobe. The closet holds one print summer dress and a dark blue skirt whose hem, when I size it against Abigail's body, lands an inch or so above her knee. There are two blouses, one white sleeveless shift and a hunter green button shirt with the buttons on the female side, sandals and a pair of sneakers. I open the draws to the bureau to find an unopened three-pack of brief cut panties, while, black and yellow. They sit next to a white sports bra and a package of pantyhose. The lower drawer holds a pair of jeans and some denim shorts. Abigail is not impressed with Katie's idea of what a girl needs but I grab the white panties, the bra, shorts and shift and head two doors down to the bathroom. The bathroom is more modern than many of the other rooms in the old Victorian house. I do remember that there is a master bath with an oversized tub. Abigail will likely take advantage of the tub in the near future but today I felt too active to spend the time soaking. The shower has a removable head for washing all those hard to reach spots and there are plenty of bath size towels. I am shedding the nightie and adjusting the temperature of the shower spray. The soap and shampoo are gender neutral but will leave Abigail smelling clean if not like a flower. The water on my skin feels like heaven and I slowly increase the hot water to a level that would be impossible for my old burned body. The soap glides over Abigail's body. Her breasts are responsive to drip of the lather and my gentle strokes. One more area to explore at a later time. I wash her belly and legs and maneuver the showerhead to rinse between her legs. I do not linger as I'm not yet ready to find out what that might lead to. Jimmy's hair had a Navy cut, never requiring more than five minutes to wash, rinse, dry and comb. Abigail's hair is long and thick and shiny. I use three handfuls of shampoo to get it all and spend that five minutes alone rinsing it. I do not find conditioner so I foresee it taking even longer in the future. There is a hairbrush so I spend several minutes smoothing out her hair after wringing and toweling it dry. Feeling clean, I pull the sports bra over her head and clearing away the stray hairs settle it on her chest. I easily slip the panties and shorts up her legs and over her hips. I am pulling on the shift and turning to the mirror to see the effect. I am once again amazed at my transformation. I occurs to me that Katie designed Abigail to fit both her goals of fitting in with the girls who accentuated their femininity while still enjoying the rough and tumble competition she had reveled in as a tomboy. Based on a star volleyball player it was easy to see her long legs and toned muscles leaving most women behind and giving many men a run for their money at almost any sport this side of gymnastics. Her skin almost glowed with youthful health and her breasts and hips would clearly signal fertility to the male sex. Her face is bare and attractive but at the same time I sense Abigail's curiosity at what her image would reflect with some subtle makeup. Zach had hinted that Katie's desire had been for Abigail to fully enjoy the female side of life. -4- Zach's kitchen needs a major reorganization. I am sitting at the kitchen table having tidied, washed and scrubbed the shelves, cookware and floor respectively. The dishwasher has run non-stop with the silverware, plates, glasses and mugs. It's not yet to Navy standards but I am pleased with the progress. I have cleared out half the contents of the refrigerator and have started a grocery list when Zach appears from the lab. "Wow, you're hired. I almost don't recognize this place. " "Well you might not if I stay here long enough to do everything I want to it." "You missed cooking didn't you?" "Yes. Do you remember the times I cooked for Kat?" "I sure do. Those were some of the best meals I ever ate growing up." "Yes and the look on your face when you had shoveled it down was so special and made me feel like I had done something really good. When I enlisted they asked me a whole bunch of questions about where I'd gone to school and the summer jobs I had and so forth and when I mentioned doing the cooking for Dad and sometimes for you they were able to steer me into a cook's rating. And Zach, I have never felt like I had been in such the right spot in all my life. I started doing the grunt work but the Navy rewards good results. I loved seeing the faces of sailors coming off or going onto a hard work shift enjoying a good meal. I started to get a good reputation and high marks on my service record. I started thinking about a civilian culinary school when my hitch was up and I wore my bunkmate out talking about the restaurant I wanted to open." "And then the fire happened." "And then the fire. It seemed like I would barely be able to cook for myself let alone for others. I am so grateful to be free of pain but now I have hope of chasing my dream job again." "Well the kitchen is officially yours. Is there some naval ceremony for transferring command of the galley?" "No, just remember not to spill anything on my clean floor." "Aye, aye ma'am." -5- Zach and I are sitting at a local diner on our way to the grocery store. I am conscious of being out in Abigail's body. Zach had called her ma'am and the waitress referred to me as Miss but there is a nagging feeling that I am about to be exposed as a fraud. "Nonsense." Abigail tells me. There is no part of her body that betrays any trace of Jimmy the sailor. Her ears are not pierced but it's not obvious her hair covers her ears. She wears no jewelry and her nails are not painted. If I have acted in a mannish fashion in any way it is too minor for any casual watcher to care. Only the most astute observer would have seen my slight hesitation when Zach held the diner's door open for her. Zach and I talk as old friends do after a lengthy separation. He tells me of some of the changes in the town and proposes we drive around for a bit before shopping. I agree and I watch from the passenger seat as he points out the new field at the High School and where an old mill building had burned down. I had not had much occasion to drive while in the service and will need a new license if I wish to be fully independent. For now riding as Zach's passenger is quite comfortable. We are entering chain grocery store that serves the town. Zach tells me there is a Farmer's Market that opens on Thursdays so I'll have a chance at some fresher produce then. I look up from the too many choices of cooking oils to notice that a couple of male patrons have been ogling my legs. Or maybe it's my rack. I am more amused than upset as I've recently been in their shoes and know I look pretty hot in my tight shorts. Dinner tonight is not elaborate. Steak, baked potatoes, green beans washed down with some cold beer. I will serve some more adventurous recipes in time but I have also learned the impact of a hearty but basic repast. I float the idea of getting an outdoor grill to put by the pool and remind myself that Abigail doesn't yet have a swimsuit. Wouldn't those guys at the grocery store drool if they saw her in a bikini? Zach and I kill the rest of the six pack sitting on the patio until the bugs drive us inside. A little TV and I'm off to bed. -6- It is a warm night. I am putting the blouse and skirt away. The bra is again tricky again because of Abigail's long hair. I think about digging out one of Jimmy's t-shirts but Abigail gently suggests that no more clothes are needed tonight. I slide into bed and feel the caress of the cool sheets on Abigail's skin. At last the time is right to explore the most intimate parts of Abigail's body. I start from the top. Abigail's hair has been a nuisance more than once but as I rub a tress against her cheek its softness is pleasing. Its smell is still clean and fresh but I imagine it with the sweet floral scent that I scented on that girl I lay with one night near Singapore. A finger traces her lips. They are full and slightly moist. They tingle slightly. They seem the type that is described as kissable but whose lips will they enjoy kissing? The finger traces length of Abigail's neck finding more softness and of course no Adam's apple. The female mounds are below. I begin with a gentle massage enjoying the tenderness of Abigail's hands as her palms trace upward. Two fingers now, a small tweak to the left nipple. Yes, a jolt of pleasure shot up to her brain in microseconds. Gentle kneading now as the two nips come to full attention. I move down from her breasts because she has grown warm within her panties. I slide her hand inside to trace through the downy bush to the opening of her sex. I feel the effects of the same rush of blood that formerly would result in tenting my shorts but it now accompanied by the faint scent of her juices. I feel her lips part slightly as I ease a finger inside. It feels like nothing I have ever experienced before. A second finger stretches her vulva further and the two fingers tease at the entrance to her vagina. Somewhere inside is the magic clitoris, ah yes, just there but still in its hood. It is not ready to come out to play but the rubbing feels too good to stop just yet. I remove her hand and bring it to my nose. The smell is the same but different from what I have smelled from other girls. As a man it would be invigorating, to Abigail's nose it is just slightly exotic. I have gotten out of bed to ditch the damp panties and wipe her secretions away. I will sleep nude tonight. The experience is new and exciting but lacked anything that could be described as a climax. Zach has said that as Katherine she never had an orgasm. Could she have designed Abigail in the same way? Wouldn't she have waned the full experience of sexual gratification as part of her aborted quest for a female life? Of course she would. This was just one night, a first attempt. Abigail's sexuality is not fully explored. -7- Has it really been a week since Abigail emerged from the GF device? She and I have been busy. A new driver's license indicating a new birthdate. Clothes have been a big priority and the closet and dresser have been loaded with a variety of options. Abigail has become more and more assertive in this respect and there has been a trip to the salon to trim to style her hair to a more manageable length. Her ears are now double pierced and her nails done a bright red. I have put up little resistance as she has become more insistent. She has a much better idea on what her public persona should be though she stays completely out of the way when I'm cooking. In between we have been watching internet videos on basic makeup and hair management techniques. As it is a Friday night Zach has asks me if I would like to go out to his usual bar. Abigail and I both find this appealing. We seem to becoming more likeminded every day. I put on my new tight jeans and top it with a cream colored V-neck blouse. Abigail will show some cleavage tonight. She adds two bangles to her right wrist and a plain ring to the right hand. A small watch adorns the left. I am not sure if she is trying to attract attention of if I have just come to appreciate looking pretty. Maybe both. We arrive at McDougal's and Zach is immediately greeted by patrons of both sex. He has built on the easy familiarity he had with the boys when he was Kat, to what looks like the same comfortable relationship I once had with my Navy buddies. It is the reaction of the women that most draws my attention. Zach is popular, not the least for being very easy on female eyes. His demeanor is one of high confidence when talking to a woman that was so lacking when he was of their same gender. He is rewarded with several affectionate touches to his arm and at least one peck to the cheek. He finds us a table. Zach has just returned with two beers when we are approached by a well- built man wearing a muscle shirt. "Hey Zach. I haven't seen you at the gym for a while. Hey, who's the pretty lady?" Abigail warms at being called a pretty lady and I look at Zach to gauge his reaction. "Hi Chip. Yeah I had a big project I've been working on. This is Abby, she's an old friend who just got out of the Navy and has been staying with me. Abby this is Chip. He's my occasional gym partner and basketball buddy." "Hi-ya Abby. So are you new in town? Do you need someone to show you around?" "Actually, I grew up around here. Zach and I went to the same school." I have picked up on Zach's strategy of telling almost the truth. "Let me get you a beer Chip and you can see what fabulous tales of the sea Abby will spin for you." I find I like being called 'Abby'. Chip and I get to talking about Navy life and the various ports I have visited. I talk about seeing the sights with my buddy Reilly kind of implying he was a cute redhead instead of a bald guy with wrestler's arms. Chip has bought another round as Zach has gone off to chat up some girl he spotted, leaving us to our conversation. It is nice to talk to someone new and Abby is enjoying the male attention while I make a sport at spotting which guys are sneaking peeks at my breasts. Abigail did dress for a bit of exposure and I can look down myself and see the fringe of the peach colored bra that is enhancing the presentation. I am excusing myself as the third beer has necessitated a trip to the ladies room. I am conscious of my destination and correctly choose the 'W' door over the 'M'. I am being exposed for the first time to the feminine chatter that was one of the biggest mysteries for those of the male gender. The talk is about everything and nothing but eventually did seem to get around to assessing the men in the bar. I have exited the stall to wash Abigail's hands. I check my face in the mirror and decide that my pale lipstick could use a slight touch up. I nod to the provocatively dressed girl next to me as we rapid assess each other. She smiles back. "Excuse me but I saw you talking with Chip out there. You should know he can be fun but he's kind of a one and done sort of guy. Good in bed if that's what you're looking for but don't expect breakfast." I smile warmly as I am the one who would inevitably make breakfast and at the easy sisterhood engendered by us both being in this female sanctuary. "He does seem like a nice guy. He let me go on and on about my service life. I only met him because he's a friend of Zach's." "Oh are you here with Zach? Now there's a body that'll take you there and back again. He's dated a couple of my girlfriends and they say he can be a tiger but that there's something odd about him that they just can't put their finger on. Have you known him long?" "Actually I went to school with him. He's putting me up at his place until I get myself settled." "Well you do seem to be his type. I've never really gotten him to notice me but Oh boy I would give him a tumble if he did knock at my door." "Well I hope you find what you're looking for." "Me too sweetie." I am leaving the restroom and trying to calculate how long it be before half the bar would be under the impression that Zach and I were sleeping together. I looked for Chip but he had moved on to a petite blond I hadn't noticed before. Zach was standing at the bar taking in the game on one of the TVs. He smiles at me as I join him and lean in close. We watch the game for a while both rooting on the home team. Let the rumors fly. Zach and I are driving home. I am playing the evening over in my mind. I am not overly surprised that Abigail was more attracted to Chip than to the girl in the lady's room. Isn't an attraction to men an expression of femininity, the very thing that Katie wanted to encourage in Abigail? So, I ask flipping the usual script, of all the guys in the bar which one would I most want to go home with? The answer comes quickly. It's the guy who is driving me home. -8- I am in bed. On most nights since my change I have continued to explore Abigail's body. I've discovered some of her secrets but tonight in light of my recent revelations I am ready to take it up a notch. As I caress her body, for the first time I imagine that it is a man's hand that is finding her tender spots. At first I imagine Jimmy tracing the curves of Abigail's breasts. Briefly it is Chip who is stroking her supple arms but in short order it is Zach who lips, in my mind, are pressing against her. I imagine her thighs opening and it is his fingers that are caressing her labia. I feel the warmth of her pussy, more intense than ever before and the jolt as the dormant clit comes out to visit. I make Zach's imaginary hand circle her nub as the other digits fondle a nipple. The tension is building and Abigail's respiration is quickening. Onward and onward. I need relief but I cannot stop and the only way is forward. When the climax comes I snatch a pillow over my mouth just in time to muffle my scream. Male afterglow is nice but fleeting. The residual of a female orgasm is awesome. I lie motionless as all thoughts are banished from my mind. For a few moments I simply am. It is only when the wave has past that I think of Katie. My poor friend Kat had never experienced this type of bliss and now she has given it like a gift to me. I do not know if Zach is capable of receiving half this much pleasure but it is clear that it now my mission to try. -9- I am soaking in a tub of water as hot as I can stand. By the fickleness of fate the morning after Abigail's first orgasm has been met with her first menses. So far it has been two days of bloating, blood and tampons. Zach has been both amused and sympathetic. "How did you deal with it when you were Kat?" I had asked. "I usually went out to play with the boys who didn't have to go through it every month and try to make them hurt a bit too." I try and remember if I was ever one of the guys who had felt the brunt of Kat's wrath. Yeah probably. The soaking helps and I find myself being philosophical. In three weeks of Abigail I have been free of all the pains that come with being a burn survivor. Experiencing her period has definitely been the biggest trial so far, along with forgetting her purse two or three times already. Bras are a mixed blessing, minimizing the oscillation of her breasts but feeling exquisite relief when it is removed at the end of the day. Getting the look over from guys (and the check-out from other women) has been more a source of fun than of annoyance. Abigail likes pretty clothes and some are necessarily tight in spots but I find I really do like the way they look on her body. I have tried high heels and Abigail's innate athleticism has helped with the unusual posture, but I have yet to spend a day in them so the jury is out. All in all I would not choose to go back to being injured Jimmy. Yes my body's cycle will be racing time with Zach's ability to build a new template but knowing I have endured worse calms my anxiety. I am back in my kitchen having passed through my first monthly flow. I am starting to feel sexy again and I find myself looking at Zach and comparing him to the boy in my masturbatory fantasies. "That smells great Abby. What's cooking?" "Short ribs." I reply. "They'll be ready in about fifteen minutes." "I'll go wash up." "And set the table?" "Aye, aye." The ribs have been tender and I am happy with the changes I had made to the sauce recipe. I once again bring up the idea of applying to culinary school noting the problem of not knowing what identity would be enrolling. Zach replies. "I'm about halfway to a new template and I'll have some options for you by the end of the week. Speaking of which, Friday is Jimmy's birthday. I know you have immersed yourself in being Abby and that you have a different birthday on your license but we always celebrated it when we were kids. Besides you have been cooking so much", he points to the plate of bare rib bones, "that I've had to swim extra laps. I thought I might take you to a nice restaurant so someone else can cook for you for a change." So much goes through my mind is the space of his proposal. I had spent so much time being Abigail that I hadn't spent much thought as to what my next identity would be. I also flashed back to the past few afternoons sitting by the pool in her new bikini watching Zach's powerful body swimming against the built in water jets. I also wonder if he has meant this as two friends celebrating a birthday or if I was being asked out on a date. If I played it right, I quickly decided, I could turn the former into the later. "Zach, you've done more for me already than any friend could ask. I would love to go out somewhere dressy and enjoy some great food with you." I wait a moment to see how Zach will react. If Zach had grown up as a guy than couching his idea in those terms might have scared him. "Great, I'll dust off my suit and get us a table at Marcello's." I am now excited. -10- I am once again enjoying a warm bath. The scent of lilac caresses my nose. My legs are freshly shaven and I being careful not to dampen by hair more stylish do including the new blond highlights. I leave the tub and pat Abigail's skin dry. I put on a pretty black and white bra and matching panties. I carefully roll nude stockings up each leg and attach them to garters. I slid on a brand new black sheath dress that shows off as much of Abigail's leg as I dare. I carefully apply makeup in accordance to with the numerous internet lessons I have viewed over the week. A thin silver chain matches the medium size hoops in my ears and the silver and bronze bracelet on my left wrist. I dab a floral scent perfume behind each ear and rub more between my wrists. I check myself over in the mirror and adjust my dress. My breasts are only modestly exposed but the effect of the bra is to tease as to their fullness. She puts on a pair of two inch pumps and I head down to meet Zach. Zach's suit is a stylish tan and he has learned a double Winsor knot for his royal blue tie. He looks beyond beautiful to Abigail's eyes and from the look on his face she is having the same effect on him. "Wow Abby, you look fantastic." "Thank you dear. I'd like to say I just threw this on but I've been working on this since you suggested dinner." "I know I didn't work that hard for our prom." "I thought you were very pretty that night but I appreciate better what girls go through for you guys." "Are you ready to go? Our reservation is in about twenty minutes." "I just need my purse." The night is warm enough that I don't need a jacket. As we arrive at the restaurant the valet opens the door for Abigail and I allow him to take my hand as I emerge from the car. Marcello's is busy this night but we are seated immediately. The dining room is softly lit and mummer of diner's conversation mixes with light music. Zach pulls out my chair to allow me to sit and we are soon attended by Dario our "server for this evening." The place has an old world feel and I half expect to be given a 'ladies menu' without prices but even Marcello's has caught up to that modern reality. Neither of us are well versed in wine, it is something I hope to learn more about from cooking school, so we decide to accept Dario's suggestion for an Austrian red that he tells us is very popular. Zach does agree to my suggestion of an appetizer of bruschetta. The meal is excellent as I enjoy a rack of lamb with spinach. I coyly try to turn down dessert but Zach reminds me that this is a stealth birthday celebration and he asks for two orders of Cr?me Brule. Zach gets the check and I warmly thank Dario as Zach leaves a generous tip. The drive home is quiet. I cannot fathom Zach thoughts but for myself I am trying to plot the proper ending for the evening. We are entering the house and the door has just closed when Zach makes the decision for me. I feel myself being pulled in by the waist until I am face to face with Zach. He leans in to meet Abigail's lips. Her lips part and we do not resist. I do not sense how long we are locked together. "So", I breathe, "the dress worked." "No. I mean yes you look so incredibly hot in that dress but you don't know how many times since you came out of the GF machine that I've wanted to do that." "I've wanted you too. I've just been so mixed up lately with Jimmy and Abigail and Zach and Katie that I don't always know whose feelings I have." "When I was Kat, Jimmy was more than just my best friend, he was the person who accepted me for everything that I was. He was my first lover and I cared for him a lot; as much as think I could have for any boy. Then when you found out I had become Zach and still looked in and saw the real me I felt that warm way again. And then you became her. The girl I thought that I would finally be happy being. Tall and curvy and confident and then you started to cook for me again. Abigail I fell in love with you from the start." I smile. It was true even in that large six foot two frame I almost immediately saw the Katie of my youth. "I can't image having to grow up without you either. You made my life interesting and made girls less mysterious and normal in my eyes. I didn't really know I much I missed you and I think that I have done all the things I have done to act like a girl in order to get close to you again. I never would have believed how much I would come to like it. I don't think I really understood until now but I think I've always loved you too Katie-Zach." I take the initiative now and take Zach hand in order to lead him up to Abigail's bedroom. I let him unzip her dress and excuse myself to the bathroom. I discard the dress and heels, careful peel off the stockings and remove my jewelry. I unclasp the bra and slip off her panties. I slip on the kimono and check Abigail image in the mirror. Yes. this is what we want Zach to see. Zach is naked on the bed and his visage is warm and inviting. He has seen our body naked as it came out of the device and has seen it again in our skimpy bikini but the slow reveal as I slowly undo the robe and slip it off our shoulders is like his seeing us for the first time. I take in his body too. The toned muscles, the manly chest, the powerful legs and his semi-erect cock all show the promise of what is to come. We lean in to kiss his lips and I stoke the smoothness of his chest. He quickly reasserts control and flips us on our back. We surrender to his will and await the consequences of his power. Zach is benevolent with his strength as he moves down our body kissing our throat, his hand tracing our curves. He lingers at our breast alternately kissing and teasing. Our body's arousal starts like our solo explorations but is now multiplied by the warmth of his body, the press of his weight and the smell that is a mixture of his musk and cologne. The tension increases as the blood builds in the tissue between our legs, the heat rising. I try to prolong the sensation but before long I am begging for relief. I silently thank however many girls that Zach has had to practice on. "Please Zach, do it now." Zach has positioned himself for entry and our legs are spread in full invitation. Zach's cock is fully erect, he obviously did not skimp on the detail, and our hand slides along it length to position its head at our entrance. There is a quick jolt as our hymen is stretched aside and his cock descends fully. We wrap our legs around his, squeezing his cock as tightly as possible. Zach begins his stroke and soon our hips find the matching rhythm. As a male I always secretly enjoyed the sounds a woman makes when she is well plowed and if Zach feels the same then we do not disappoint him. Our body is well primed and we can feel that our climax is near. We arch our back and Zach plunges in deeper. Suddenly we are rocked back with the fury of our orgasm. Our toes have curled and coherent thought is gone. Lost is the separation between Zach and Abigail and between Abigail and Jimmy. When I feel Zach release inside myself and we at last separate I realize that only I remain. I have journeyed through the pain to become someone else and I like what I have become. I am Abigail.