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Bunk Beds -- Chapter 8 free porn video
Disclaimer: All people in this story are fictional and any resemblance to
living people is a cryin' shame. It was created to be a pleasant
fantasy...Though some of that Landlady stuff is kinda freaky.
Bunk Beds --Chapter 8
By Isis Eris
I apologized to Beth for being a little catty with her earlier and I
asked her to help me get dressed. I guess she understood that I was under
a lot of stress because she didn't seem to hold it against me. Which is
great - the last thing I need is to lose Beth's support. I was standing
in Beth's room in a pair of lacey blue panties eying my options for a
skirt. There was the one I got at the thrift store, some rejects of
Cindy's, and some skirts Karen's parents had given her but she never
seemed to wear. I don't think I've ever seen Karen in a skirt, come to
think of it.
"This is the bra the other girls have been wearing while they're in your
body," Beth said as she came into the room with some clothes.
Not so long ago, this would have felt weird, to be this undressed in
front of Beth. But I guess that since she sees me as a girl, anyway, it
didn't feel like such an improper situation. And besides, my junk was so
small I didn't even have to try to hide it - there was just a slight
indent where my half-inch penis was.
"I'd really like to wear that skirt I picked out," I said. "Do you think
we have any tops that would go with it?"
"Maybe. Put the bra on first," Beth said to me.
I'd had to put on bras before when I was in Cindy and Karen's body, so
this wasn't a new experience for me. This was an A cup bra in a band size
higher than what Cindy wore - I'm guessing she had a 'buy one get one
free' deal and she must've grabbed one in the wrong size mistakenly.
Besides, she was an AA cup. It fit me better than I care to admit.
Apparently that extra breast growth I had when I was in puberty amounted
to a small A cup.
I decided to put on the skirt I'd found at the thrift store, anyway. It
went down to my ankles - it actually fit me better than it did Karen. It
had a gypsy-ish design on it, with lots of circles and lines and stuff;
it reminded me of Gallifreyan script from Doctor Who. Looking through
the pile of clothes, there was a V-neck shirt in a light silver color
that complimented the blues of the skirt. So I put that on, too.
"How does this outfit look?" I asked.
Beth turned around and looked me over, smiling. She didn't say anything
for a minute; she just kept her eyes on me.
"That's very nice, Loren. Put some make-up on and you'll be a fetching
young lady," she said, at last.
So I sat down by the vanity.
"You're kind of like an 11 or 12 year old girl. You don't really know
anything about make-up yet, and you need to experiment to find out what
you're really comfortable with. Some types of stuff will just feel more
natural for you to work with. But for now, I'll teach you the basics,
and make sure you look good for your employer-to-be," Beth said.
So she talked me through the steps as she did them. In the end, I looked
pretty good. It wasn't a super dramatic look but it enhanced my overall
femininity. But then I noticed in the reflection that Beth was staring at
my face with an odd look - it was that same look she had when I told her
about the sauna incident. I turned to face her, and she turned to face
me.
"What do you think?" I asked.
Still she didn't say anything. Then her face was coming towards me, and
one of her hands was on the back of my head, keeping it still, and our
lips met. We kissed; we stopped for a breath. We kissed again. Her other
arm felt its way around my torso and I felt her squeezing my bra. When
she broke off the embrace my brain was stuck in a warm and fuzzy haze.
That had been incredible. I think I even had a two inch erection.
"I'm sorry," she said, and then ran out of the room.
"Wait!" I said.
I followed her but she went into her room and shut the door on me. It was
obvious that she didn't want me to come in, so I didn't - but I knocked
on the door.
"I'm not here. Go away," she said.
I sat down on the couch in the living room looking as confused as I felt.
I hadn't even noticed that I had sat down next to Cindy.
"Hey, you look nice," she said.
"Thanks," I said.
"What's wrong? You're not worried about your interview with Manny, are
you? They think you're Trans, so they won't think you look weird," she
said, trying to be as reassuring as possible.
Oh, yeah. I was on my way to an interview, wasn't I?
"Beth just kissed me."
"What? Congratulations, you sly dog!" Cindy said.
"It was weird, though. She grabbed my breast...and then she ran to away her
room afterwards and refused to talk to me."
"Hmm," she said.
"Do you know what that means?" I asked.
"You don't? Maybe you're a guy after all," Cindy laughed.
"Thanks," I said, slightly annoyed.
"Your boobs really look like boobs in that bra. I have to say, I'm a
little jealous," she said.
"Thanks," I said again, in an even more annoyed fashion.
I headed out to my car.
***
I had to park like a block away from Veritable Variables because it had
such a dinky parking lot. Most places were like that downtown, though,
and I wasn't about to try parallel parking unless it was a life or death
situation. This did mean, however, that I'd have to walk further, and it
would be more likely that I would be seen. Although I guess I couldn't
avoid being seen - I wasn't invisible, and this was a college town.
Students would be walking to and from class as well from study spot to
their apartments. Someone was going to see me.
As I walked down the street I could feel eyes on me. Even though some of
them were looking through me and not at me, I could still feel them. A
woman narrowed her eyes as she looked my way - was she wondering why I
was dressed like this? A guy smirked as he walked past me. Some other
people laughed as they walked past. Were they taking amusement from me,
or were they just going about their day? I didn't know, but I was
apprehensive.
I entered Variable Variations. It looked like a normal enough coffee shop
-- mostly college aged people hanging out. I walked up to the front
counter. There was a cute girl there about my age; short red hair with a
ponytail and a winning smile.
"Hello! What can I get you today?" she asked.
"Actually, I'm here to talk to Manny," I said.
"Oh! Lauren, is it?" she asked, and she gave me a quick inspection. "Let
me go get her."
I suppose it shouldn't be a surprise that someone who refers to
themselves as "Manny" should end up looking like the stereotypical butch
lesbian. She was a little bit taller than me and with short spiked hair;
Manny was wearing some dark flannel over a white tank top and some grey
slacks. She nodded at me as a sort of greeting.
"Hey, Lauren. Good to see you," she said. "You're looking good. You pass
already! Stop me if I'm too forward, but are you on hormones yet?"
"No," I said. "Although at puberty I got a bit of breast growth, so I'm
mostly filling out this bra."
"Niice," Manny said. "Yeah, that answers the second question I had. But
on to business, shall we? You ever worked at a restaurant before?"
"No," I said, a little shyly.
"That's fine; that's fine. We'll make you into the next waitress of the
year. Our schedule's pretty flexible. I'd like to start you out at part-
time hours until I see that you've got the hang of things, if that's
alright. Do you have any special scheduling concerns or requests?"
I briefly thought of how every other day I'm in one of my roommates'
bodies.
"Uh, can I work on an every other day schedule?"
"Sure, sure," Manny said as she took a note. "That works. It's a little
late in the day to start you now, so we'll start you out at 8:00 AM day
after tomorrow."
"That sounds good," I said.
"One other thing," Manny said. "If I can be of any assistance to you in
your transition, just let me know. I've made a lot of contacts in the
past five or six years, so I can help you find therapists, laser hair
providers, endocrinologists - the list goes on and on. I'm lookin' out
for you, so don't be afraid to ask. Alright?"
"Thank you Manny," I said. "I mean, really. Thank you so much."
She made like she had an invisible hat and tipped it at me, before
turning and leaving. I started to walk out when I noticed a girl was
smiling at me. She was a gothy sort, all dressed in black and with those
huge black boots with like a million buttons on them. The girl, who
either had a wig on or had dyed her long hair neon green, stood up, and I
realized she was four or five inches taller than me.
"I don't think I've seen you here before," she said.
"No, uh, this is my first time here," I said.
"You should come more often," she said.
"I will. I just got a job here."
"Oh?" she said.
She handed me a napkin with a number on it written in green ink.
"Hope to see you soon, cutie," she said, as she walked away.
So, I just got hit on by a Goth girl. Could she tell that I wasn't
biologically female? Or did she think I was a butch girl trying to clean
up and pass as femme? Maybe she just liked what she saw. I walked back to
my car still feeling the weight of a world's eyes on me at all times.
***
Upon my return to the apartment, the first thing I did was check the
Master Schedule that Jenna had compiled. It looked like tonight I'd be
sleeping in her room; it looked like tomorrow I'd be in Jenna's body.
There wouldn't be any change to my height, so I wouldn't have to worry
about any weird perspective shifts, though I might have to worry about
how other people perceive me. I thought Jenna was super good looking -
curves, all over.
And my breasts were going to be pretty big. Jenna had the biggest of any
girl in the house, I've been told. So far the most endowed I'd been was a
B-cup when I was in Karen's body, and when I had been in Cindy's body my
breasts had actually been smaller than my natural body. All Cindy had was
some slight elevation on her chest where I guess the milk ducts were and
big nipples.
Actually, it looked like I was going to be in Jenna's body twice in a
row. Hmm. I guess I'll have to get comfortable in her skin.
I turned around and noticed that Karen was sitting on the couch, topless,
reading a sports magazine. I went over and sat down next to her,
smoothing out my skirt before sitting down, and then crossing my legs
like I had been instructed.
"Hey Loren," Karen said, not looking up. "What's new?"
"I've got a job as a waitress now. I think things might finally be
looking up," I said.
She looked over at me then, examining me.
"You look pretty. Any guys hit on you while you were out?"
"No, but a goth girl did," I said.
"Hmm. Well, I'm not surprised someone did. You've got that sweet but
nerdy girl-next-door type of vibe going on,"
I wasn't sure how to take that, but I thanked her.
"So, you figure out how to get your balls back yet?"
Shit. I'd been so wrapped up with this whole job thing I'd forgotten
about that whole little problem concerning our dark sorceress landlady.
If we didn't transfer her into Beth's body she was going to destroy the
essence of my testicles and take away half of my penis length. Well, she
already had them - if I wanted them back, I had to comply with her
wishes.
"No. I'm really out of my league there. If I were in one of my games on
the computer I'd look for a magic sword or something."
"Hmm," she said as she turned back to her magazine. "I've been meaning to
ask, can you even pee standing up now?"
My penis was half an inch long soft, and an inch and a half hard after
the landlady's alterations.
"I mean, technically I could. It's not like I lost that power," I
stammered. "But, uh, I'm not going to try."
"Looks like all the toilet seats are staying down for a while," Karen
said.
"Yeah," I admitted. "Though I guess it's not really a big deal in the
end. It's probably the least of my worries."
"Have you asked Beth about finding a way to beat the Landlady?"
"No," I said. "And she's been acting weird. She kissed me this morning,
and then locked herself in her room."
Karen put down her magazine and looked at me again. "Really?"
I nodded. "I'm not really sure what that means."
"You'd better get her back on your side," Karen said.
I agreed.
***
I had debated about changing out of my clothes, but I figured I might as
well get used to this. I had a small snack as I tried to work up the
bravery to knock on Beth's door. My bravery continued to build up as I
checked my email, and some websites, until I finally had to admit I was
stalling. So I took a deep breath, walked to her door, and knocked on it.
"Beth?" I asked.
"Come in," she said, softly.
She was lying on her bed clutching a plush dragon - Smaug, from the
Hobbit. Her eyes were boring into the bunk above her; it was obvious she
had been crying.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
She sat up slowly, not turning to meet my gaze.
"Yeah, I think I am now," she said.
"What's the matter?"
"I finally had to admit to myself something I had been denying for a long
time," she said.
"You don't have to share it with me if you don't want to," I said.
She met my gaze. "I'm a lesbian."
"Oh."
"I knew since middle school. I wasn't interested at all in the boys, but
I was interested in how my female friends were changing. I didn't try to
date anyone in high school. I think that's why Karen's nudity bothers me
so much - it turns me on, a little. Then that would make me have to face
the part of myself I was trying to hide. And you telling me about your
lesbian experience really got me going. And...I think I was trying to flirt
with you, when we went clothes shopping. I wanted to flirt with a girl,
and you were in Karen's body at the time."
"You kissed me this morning," I said.
"Yeah," Beth said. "I think I was attracted to the girl in you."
I suddenly had the feeling of being on the edge of a cliff, looking down.
"Hey, there's not a girl inside me. I'm 100% guy."
"Maybe," Beth shrugged. "You do have femininity, though. And maybe I'm
into more androgynous figures or something."
I felt better - I was no longer on that cliff. I was not a girl.
"I'm in love with you," Beth said, finally.
I was trying to keep up here, but the gears weren't spinning right. Or
whatever an appropriate metaphor would be.
"You're everything I want in a girl, personality wise. The only problem
is that...Well, your boy parts don't interest me at all. Although I guess I
like how your genitals are configured right now. They seem less off-
putting; cuter."
I sat down in her chair by her computer.
"I saw you today, dressed up so pretty, and God, I wanted you. I've
actually fantasized about you turning into a girl before, and it was like
my dream came true this morning. Sort of. But that was the final straw
that made my wall of denial come crashing down. So I've been here,
reflecting, since then."
"Wow," I said.
"I'm sorry if I've hurt you, or confused you," Beth said.
"No! No, there's nothing to apologize about. That's all seems like pretty
logical reactions to the situation."
Silence.
"You know, I've been in love with you for some time now," I said.
Tears started to flow out of Beth's eyes. "I know. I'm sorry. I hope you
don't feel like I've been leading you on."
"No," I sighed. "I never felt that."
"I was always dreading the day you admitted your feelings to me, and I
had to come up with some lame excuse that would probably end our
friendship. Luckily, you were too polite to press anything. You truly are
a nice guy."
"Well, it was probably more cowardly than nice," I admitted.
"Still. You never pressed me for anything, and I appreciated that."
Silence.
"Come here. Sit beside me," she said.
I went and tentatively sat next to her on the bed. She turned to me, and
put one arm around my waist to pull me closer to her, and used the other
to bring my head into a kiss. It was wonderful - for me, anyway.
When the kiss ended I asked, "How was it?"
"Confusing. I think my brain liked it more than my lips."
"Oh." I said.
Silence.
"Are we dating now? We kind of professed our love for one another," I
asked.
"I don't think so. I don't think it could work."
"Yeah, the lesbian thing," I sighed.
"I think I need to be alone for a while," Beth said to me.
I nodded, and left.
***
Well. That all certainly just happened. I guess her thinking of me as
'one of the girls' worked in my favor. Here I was spending all the time
worrying about her seeing me as male, and it turns out that wasn't what
she wanted, anyway. Wow.
I sat down on the couch in the living room. The living room was neutral
territory for us, so it seemed like the closet place I had to having any
personal space here. My desk and my computer were in the corner, after
all. It would be nice to have my own room so that I could just shut the
door and be by myself.
"Hey Loren. You figure out that Beth's a lesbian?" Cindy asked as she
entered the room and took a seat next to me.
"Did everybody know but me?" I asked.
"No, I think it was just me. I thought to myself, 'why isn't Beth ever
flirting with Loren?' Then it hit me - she likes the vag. It was the only
explanation."
"Well, congrats."
"I'm an expert at reading people," Cindy said.
"We both confessed our love for each other," I said, more to myself than
to her.
"So you're dating!"
"No," I said.
"Well, tough luck, kid," Cindy said as she slapped my back. "Tell you
what - I can be your friend with benefits. That ought to help you out."
"What the hell, Cindy?"
"You need relief; I need relief. I've already been with your body once,
so it's familiar to me. And you've been in my body before. Plus you're an
okay guy and I trust you. So why don't we become fuck buddies?"
"Cindy, no. That's not going to happen."
"Come on. How can you say no to these?" She asked as she flipped up her
T-shirt.
"I'm going to bed."
"Oh my God! How could anyone say no to these?" Cindy wondered aloud as I
left the room.
***
I went to Jenna's room and started undressing. Jenna was already in there
working on her laptop - she barely acknowledged my presence.
"Are you turning in early?" Jenna asked.
"Yeah. I'm going to lie in bed until this day is over."
"It's only six in the evening," she said.
"I'm going to will the day to end. You'll see."
"Well, okay. Remember to wipe your make-up off. Oh - and my sister and I
always had a rule that the first to bed gets to pick which bunk they
want. So the choice is yours, little miss gloomy."
"Thanks."
I walked over to the bathroom and washed my make-up off. When I returned
to Jenna's room, I climbed onto the top bunk. My only consolation for
this crazy day was going to be the fact that this time, my sub-conscious
was going to be in control of the dream-sex. That was sure to be
interesting. Odd, to think that way about my roommate, but if it was
inevitable then I might as well enjoy it.
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