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The Conversation Tom Phills raced toward the Beacher house. Since his mother passed away, Tom had spent almost all his free time there. That had been almost two years ago. Ms. Beacher's son, Jason, had become a friend when it had happened and now the two were near-inseparable. Aside from that, the Beacher house was a place where Tom could relax after school. A welcoming place for him to do whatever, watch television or do his homework. Sometimes Jason wasn't even home and Tom simply enjoyed the company of Janet, his mother, or would just walk in and hang out alone, resting until one of them came home. The door was always open. This semester Tom had grabbed a few elective classes, an Early Bird and received the Honors Student benefit of being able to get out of school a few hours early. For the most part Tom used this time working extra, elective shifts in shop class or in one of the club activities but summer was fast approaching and all these things were now closed down. Tom decided to leave school early. The front door to the Beacher house was at the end of a secluded path shaded by pines at the far end of town but not more than a couple miles walk from the school. "Hello?" Tom called inside; he was there earlier than normal so when no one responded it didn't strike him as odd. Tom did as he usually did; he walked in like it was his own house and sat down. Tossing his backpack to the ground he closed his eyes, clearing his mind on what was perhaps the most comfortable couch in all of Higgens County. Then he heard talking. Mrs. Beacher's voice echoing out from the kitchen and dining room and it sounded like she was talking to someone on the phone. The conversation seemed tense. Tom clinched. Janet might be in the middle of a private conversation and she clearly didn't know he was there. He tried to avoid eavesdropping but he overheard her say curious things. He couldn't resist, got up and eased closer to the doorway of the dining room. "No, I didn't steal them," Mrs. Beacher said to the person on the telephone. "The drugs are not dangerous, the ability to change a man to a woman is the next important advance of science and I just needed... better access to test them." For some reason at this Tom felt himself harden in his pants. He knew Dr. Janet Beacher was the head of some genetic research lab but her work was always hush-hush. Tom often liked to fantasize about the weird science fiction movies he grew up on, of people being changed into beasts and insects and even from man to woman but that had all been fiction. What he imagined and what he just heard couldn't be real. "We've gone through all the labs, we have 5 years of testing in. We know the genetic material to change the host is present but it needs some sort of catalyst to work and we just can't test a catalyst without a human trial." There was a long pause in the conversation. Janet paced as she talked, wandering from the kitchen to dining room and closer to the dining room door. Tom was just on the other side of that door and grew nervous she would spot him but he couldn't pull himself away. The person on the other end of the phone was a male, Tom could tell, his words only mumbles to Tom's ears but they sounded like concerned mumbles. "But it is! Spontaneous genetic material, radical DNA alteration, we know primary and secondary sex characteristics will appear, physical changes, it's all there! We just need to take a leap." Janet was speaking faster now. Distracted by how horny all this talk was making him, Tom could barely keep up. He only vaguely knew what DNA alteration or catalyst might mean from his high school science classes but sex characteristics, he learned that in fifth grade. But he still wasn't putting it together until Mrs. Beacher spoke again. "Well, that's just it... I've already got a subject. I've had him on the drug for three months now. Well, it's... it's my son." What?! Tom couldn't believe his ears. "Now hold on, Greg. I'm his mother so technically I get to decide. And besides, the catalyst doesn't even work without 'consent.'" The words were coming too fast and the room seemed to spin. Tom instinctively reached into his pants and he couldn't resist giving himself a tug, then a second. "Look, we're friends right? There was even that time we... yeah I know. And you know I can't have any more children. I really need you to be a friend for me on this one. I really want grandchildren and Jason just isn't... no, not gay but he doesn't seem interested in wanting to meet girls, let's just say that." Another pause. A lot of thoughts were whizzing through Tom's head. In his heart Tom had always been a bit of a pervert and this was a complete overload to his imagination. For a mother, Janet Beacher had a great body, flowing curves and big tits. He thought of her banging whoever this Greg was on a laboratory table, knocking over beakers. He thought of her son Jason, slowly changing into a girl, growing hips and thighs and breasts; looking more and more like his mother until the two images became one. Suddenly Tom was in the fantasy standing over the feminized Jason, wearing Greg's labcoat. He was inside her moving faster and faster and as he moved Jason changed more and more, naked breasts pushing out, then her stomach growing and growing, looking like she was three months pregnant, then five. His pumped his penis furiously. He was so close. "Greg, I'm serious. I'm the lead developer on this so it's my call. I know it was wrong for me to take that much UR21 without signing it out but I am licensed to use it. Hell, I practically invented it. Yes, I'll keep you updated on his results. Pictures? Ha! We'll see. Okay. Goodbye, Greg" Janet had been nervously pacing the whole conversation. She knew Greg would keep her secret but now, having aired everything into the open she finally sensed the realness of everything she had been doing for the last few months. How she had started her son on a steady prescription of UR21, a breakthrough of her team that could spontaneously create a genetic material that blended and flowed throughout the system. Flawlessly it altered DNA sequences and bonded with amino acids, and all fueled by female hormones. It was the complete process needed to ultimately mold new human flesh and tissue. Janet was very sympathetic to developmental and gender identity issues, her brother - now sister - being a tormented soul while growing up and had transitioned but still found many aspects of her new life, the female life, still missing. UR21 would be her gift to those people and now it seemed like talking to Greg had given her the will to do so. She only needed to find a catalyst. As the conversation drew to a close she thought she saw a bag on the floor and panicked. Had her son come home early? Shit, if he had heard any of my conversation... "Okay. Goodbye, Greg," she said distracted, hanging up the phone and stepping out into the doorway. There she saw her son's best friend Tom, hand inside his pants, having probably listened to the whole thing. Tom's eyes met hers and went wide. The Catalyst Tom sat on the couch for a long while before replying. Janet Beacher had caught him listening in on a very private conversation, had caught him masturbating to her plan to use a genetically altering drug on her son, his best friend, but she didn't seem upset at all. Rather, a gleam had shone in her eye. She forgave him for listening in and invited Tom to sit on the couch to hear her out. "If you were listening in for as long as I think you were than you heard, I invented a pretty special new drug. Take any living organism and, using the body's own process for making new cells, we can add in a special genetic material throughout the bloodstream. In the case of UR21 we can take a male human and create all new female tissue." Tom was dazed. He was still erect and the fact that he was interrupted before he had gotten himself off wasn't helping. "But there's a snag. There are two components needed and so far all of our lab results have stopped at this point. First, there needs to be some sort of trigger, a command that starts to tell the body to change. We found the solution for that pretty quickly in this" Mrs. Beacher pulled something from her pocket and held out her hand. On it was a small, green medicine capsule. "Now if a subject took UR21 for years and years and never ingested this little guy, M.E.5UR, nothing would happen at all. The subject would just have all this pent up genetic ability waiting to be released. M.E.5UR is the firing pin. Now, hold out your tongue." There is no reason why Tom should obey but her words held him like hypnosis. He stuck out his tongue and she placed the pill on it. "Now swallow. There's a good boy. It's also important to understand that the one dose you just ingested is all it takes to trigger the process but without taking UR21 first it's perfectly harmless." To demonstrate, Janet took another capsule from her pocket and gulped down. "You see? Yummy!" Tom was starting to come around. "But, you said there were two problems. What's the second?" he finally asked. "Ah, I see nothing gets past you. We've tested rabbits and fish and Ginny pigs all souped up with UR21 and dosed with M.E. and each time we were stymied until I got an idea without using anything at all." Tom leaned forward, the bulge in his pants clearly viable to Janet. She continued on, pretending not to notice. "We had a aquarium full of frogs in the lab for inspiration. You see, this particular breed of frog will change sex spontaneously if it is in an environment too heavily concentrated by one gender or another. And then it hit me. I went through the calculations and the formulas and figured that the missing ingredient was some sort of desire to change." "So, did that work?" Tom asked. "Not really, no. We were able to get a reaction from a monkey. We had to stimulate certain parts of the brain with electrodes and after a while we got results. Lactation, reproductive organs, the whole shebang. But we can't have an animal hooked up to electrodes forever and whenever we stopped the changes would begin to revert. We were stuck at a dead end, without some sort of breakthrough we couldn't go any further with the testing." "But, on the phone... you're using it on Jason?" "I'm not a monster Tom, the drug is perfectly safe. I've even used it on myself, although it won't do anything for me since I'm already female. Don't you see? It can work. Sure, we can't force a living thing to want to change, but if we can get someone to embrace the change then we could get a complete transformation." "So, you need Jason to want to be female? Let's say for a moment I believe you. Jason doesn't want to be a chick. I mean, he's not really into girls but, well, he's not really into anything." At this Janet gave Tom a wide grin. "And that's where you come in." "Me?" "Yes. I completely agree with you that Jason doesn't have the necessary push on his own. Just like the frogs, he needs something that can push the feminine side of him." Janet sat on the couch next to Tom; she placed a hand on his leg and rubbed. "A handsome, horny boy for instance." "Wait. You want me to what, try and get my best friend hot for me?" Tom's tone feigned incredulity but Janet could tell she had hooked him. "That right. Think of it. Just spend time like he was a friend, a girl friend. Talk, hangout, maybe even flirt a little. We'll slip him the triggering pill and it shouldn't take long." "Mrs. B not to be rude but I'm not gay..." "You don't have to be," she cut him off. She massaged his cock through his pants and she spoke, "The genetic material works fast. From feminine features and hair, maybe bone structure. So you're not attracted to men, but I'm talking about tits and ass. Tell me honestly that you're not the faintest bit excited?" Tom sat on the couch for a long while before replying. Then he spoke. "What do you need me to do?" --- Later that day, as Tom hung out with Jason upstairs in his room, Dr. Beacher's words still rattled inside Tom's head. "All you have to do today is slip this pill into Jason's food. As soon as you do that the catalyst will be released and Jason's mind will have control over the genetic material that's been building up." Then she had given Tom a wink. "Of course, if you want to flirt a little or give him a kiss, who knows? Maybe we'll even see some changes today." Jason loved bananas. They had laughed and talked about school and comics. Janet had brought up some snacks for the two of them and left them be. Some fruit and a banana which Jason had eaten hungrily but not before Tom had slipped a little something into the flesh: the catalyst. That had been more than a couple hours ago; it was getting dark outside. Tom had known Jason for years and years, through grade school into high school, even if they'd only become friends recently. They had bonded over Beth's death, Tom's mother, and Tom had proven his loyalty any way he could until they became best friends. But Tom never looked at Jason the way he looked at him today. Jason had short light-brown hair, high eyebrows and a sharp chin rising up to high cheek bones. Jason was otherwise awkward around girls though he had what some might call a handsome face but Tom couldn't help but see it differently now. If the eyebrows were a bit thinner, if the hair was longer and his features softened a bit; a cute button nose and those blue, blue eyes... "Hey, Tom? Earth to Tom!" "Huh?" Tom snapped out of his trance. "I said I tried a regular razor the other day and nicked myself pretty bad, see?" Jason leaned in real close, lifting his head, pursing his lips and pointing to a spot just above his chin. Tom's heart was racing. He was picturing him as Jason could be, should be. His chewed-on nails allowed to grow long and painted, sitting there in lace panties instead of boxers and sporting just the faintest outline of ripe, teenage breasts beneath an otherwise loose-fitting shirt. Jason allowed Tom to lean in as if to inspect the gash on his chin but whether it was Tom or Jason more surprised at what happened next, neither knew. Tom closed his eyes and met Jason's pursed lips in a full kiss. Unlike Jason, Tom was quite popular with the girls at school and had kissed many times before. Eyes closed, he couldn't now tell the difference between them and his friend, a boy. Jason screeched, pulling away, "What the hell!" Tom froze, Jason staring at him with wide eyed terror and shock. Tom could only return a look of guilt. But was he crazy or had Jason held that kiss just an instant before breaking it off? On the word "hell" Jason's voice had cracked and broke, almost like in puberty. Tom couldn't respond and it seemed a long while before Jason broke the silence. "Did you just kiss me?" Jason's voice was all over the place and it broke and screeched and up until now it had seemed almost normal to Tom, if normal for a person panicking. But the realization hit him and broke him out of his trance, Jason's voice was different somehow. "I'm... I'm sorry," Tom eventually said. Jason's eyes went dead, staring at the floor, disbelief washing over him. He stood up and opened the door to the room, unable to look his friend in the eye. Tom hadn't said anything to Ms. Beacher as he left the house, even as she called after him. Walking slowly down their driveway he thought back to the last moments that had passed in Jason's room. "I think you better leave," Jason said, and as he passed, "and don't come back!" Jason's voice wasn't cracking anymore. Normally he had a gruff voice and, even if he did sing tenor in choir class, his speaking voice was lower, richer. Not even in his youth had he had a particularly high voice. Jason's parting words sounded nothing like that from memory, the timbre still had that smokey sound but was clearer, sweeter even. To Tom it had a quality not unlike Demi Moore if maybe a little higher, younger. It was the sound of Jason's voice and that imagined image of Jason as a girl that stuck with Tom all the way home, along with a frustrated erection that wouldn't go away. But, more than all of those were Jason's final words. "Don't come back!" The Call School had ended for the pair just that week and with nothing else to do, Jason was cooped up in the house all alone. Normally those two were thick as thieves during the summer, having planned out all the things they would do months in advance. Janet Beacher hadn't known exactly what had happened that day between the two boys but she could guess. It had been a week and Tom hadn't returned to their house. Damn it Tom, Janet thought, I was only kidding about that kiss! Janet was close with her son and knew all his habits. It wasn't unusual for her to hear him in his room masturbating but Jason was never that sexual of a boy. In fact he had one of the lowest libidos of anyone she had ever heard of and would go months sometimes without getting any relief. So if he did take a little "me" time here or there it was fine with her. Only now it seemed Jason had gotten a little obsessed. Like all moms, Janet knew the social contract was that of course all boys masturbated and of course it was obvious to their parents but of course none of the parents were suppose to know. Janet just wasn't sure how her son expected to keep it a secret. There was thumping and banging in Jayson's room all hours of the day; you'd think he was trying to jump start a lawnmower in his bed. There were the occasional grunts and gasps that caught her ear when she walked passed his door, he was not even trying to mute the noise. Every now and again, however, she did notice a distinct moan, an almost girlish squeal of intense pleasure. The first time, Janet nearly raced upstairs to see if Jason had snuck a girl into his room. When she did finally peak in, all she saw was her son, alone, slumped over and sleeping naked in his bed. Since then, Janet herself had to get off every now and again after hearing one of those moans. Caught in this teenage household haze of hormones, Janet had nearly forgotten about the experiment! Of course she had remembered to give Tom his daily vitamins - truthfully they were all capsules of UR21 that would keep Jason's body stocked with the rogue genetic material. That she continued out of habit. But after all, she also needed to write down data on the changes themselves. She sat in her office, a nook just outside her bedroom and down the upstairs hall from Tom's room. By the slight thuds against the wall she could tell he was in the middle of another one of his sessions. She tried not to think about it. Her computer buzzed to life. She entered the appropriate password to her personal files and began to log what she had noticed so far. There was the obvious change in voice, higher and more wispy, definitely girlish. She noted in particular how unexpected the change was. Vocal cords on the whole were something definitely unique to each gender's DNA but the fact the the genetic material could repair stretched cords back taut was highly interesting; and highly erotic. Janet couldn't help but slip a finger inside the elastic waistband of her pants and rub a little. If there was one thing that her and Tom shared that might help pull this off, it was that they were both quite a bit perverted at heart. Jason came to his mom for all things so of course he came to her right away the day after Tom and kiss-gate. He hadn't talked about any of that unfortunately, but his voice was obviously different. "Do you think I got some kind of cold or something?" Jason said, raspy and high. "No, sweetheart, things like that are just normal at your age." "But what about those vitamins I take? Do you think..." Janet had to nip that thought off quick. "No honey, if anything those are good for you. And besides, you were taking those for months now. No, just ignore it and I'm sure it will be fine." She crossed her fingers on that one. Luckily, Jason had adapted and she caught him instead forcing himself to speak with a lower voice. It was a little ridiculous, the effect was just like that of a girl pretending to sound like a man. She almost put a stop to it once or twice until she noticed that, as the days went by, Jason would, here and there, forget to use his man-voice. Instead slipping more and more into that sexy, sissy new pitch of his. It had only been a week since Tom had fed her son the triggering pill but another thing she remembered was how shaggy his hair had gotten. Normally it took months before it was long enough for him to bother worrying about it but it had only been a month since his last cut and already it was bugging him. Lastly was his hands. He came to her earlier that week complaining of hand cramps and it took every ounce of control Janet had not to burst out laughing and crack a masturbation joke. Instead she inspected his hands lovingly, like a mother would. "Nothing seems to be wrong," she'd said, "maybe just some cramps I'd guess." Janet knew otherwise. She had gone to college in downtown Minneapolis and knew one of the telltale signs of a transvestite was their hands, always wide,and thick and veiny. She had never looked at Jason's hands that hard before, but now the skin seemed smooth and flowed over each knuckle, softening the contours. The fingers seemed longer, contrasting with the narrower width of his palm. "If you say so, mom. What should I do?" "You mean other than getting those nails clipped? They're starting to look a little long." "Mom!" Jason yanked his hand back, clearly embarrassed. Why hadn't he noticed before and why hadn't he cut them, Janet wondered. Jason stared back at her though, clearly looking for an answer. "Well, just don't do anything too physical for a while. You should be good as new in no time." From the sound of things down the hall, Jason wasn't following her advice. Thump, thump, thump. Concentrate Janet, concentrate. She took her hand out of her pants and resumed typing. Like his hands, his face fit into the same category. She could tell his skin looked softer, the divots beneath his cheek filled out, his chin and cheek bones were less sharp. Also, not that he had shaved much before, but his shaving habits had all but ended and still the small patch of his goatee hadn't grow back. Instead, all her son's facial hair seemed replaced by small, orangish hairs sprouting all over his face like a peach. But as far as science was concerned the last two changes were far from being empirical facts, only her observations. They meant nothing to the test itself by just describing them. She made a mental note to take some "before" pictures for the record. Thump, thump, thump. Damn it, kid! Aren't you done yet? But that sparked another change Janet had almost forgotten about. This one she'd need to look into more. She slipped off her shoes and snuck down the hall. In his haste, Jason had left his door open a crack. It's almost like he wants to get caught, she thought. She peaked inside. Jason was naked and on his back, face agape. His closed eyes were looking away, ass pointed towards the door. At one point it seemed as if he had tried to cover with a blanket but now it was strewn aside, shed in the frantic motion of him pulsing his hand up and down in a blur. But he didn't seem hard. Janet's eyes went wide at the whole scene and had to remind herself, It's okay, this is for scientific purposes. Janet was a little embarrassed to admit to herself that she knew Jason's rhythm based on his noises. First he would bite his lower lip, audible puffs of breath through his nose. Often, things would end like that. But his sessions had not been consistent of late. Sometimes Jason had to work a lot harder. The sounds would graduate, from a "mmm, mmm, mmm" to an "uhh, uhh, uhh." That's where he was now, usually finishing here if not sooner. But she knew she was going to witness firsthand what had only happened a handful of times. A moaning orgasm. Clearly frustrated, Jason's hands tried all sorts of holds and speeds but to no avail, already grunting out, "Uh, uh," not loudly but not quietly either. The body reacts to pleasure in a purely trial-and-error way and Janet caught how his long fingers, with their longer fingernails, would occasionally travel too far down, grazing him just bellow on the bottom of his crotch. Jason's response was electric. He let out a pitched "Ah!" noise, arched his hips but quickly sank back into the previous routine. Janet couldn't tell at first - clearly it was pleasurable but maybe also painful? Was he just embarrassed it felt good? Clearly yanking on his limp member was doing no good in either case. She got her answer almost immediately as Jason repeated this accidental grazing again, then again. "Ah, ah, ah!" Clearly attempting a masculine voice was no longer a concern of his, this was the sound of a young girl getting nailed. His hand went from a light grasp around his cock to an underhand rub in an instant. It traveled further and further south. Eventually the image was one Janet herself was familiar with; Jason was rubbing his crotch back and forth frantically, his hips were gyrating up and down to the motion. Janet even though she caught his other hand rubbing his chest, until finally it was all too much for him. A womanly scream echoed throughout the house. Janet nearly forgot where she was, watching her son's body convulse as the orgasm wracked him. She jumped, quickly speeding down the hall back to her computer. She composed herself, took a breath. "Are you okay in there sweetie?" It was quiet for a while, a long while. Janet almost spoke up again before she heard the mousy response back, "Yeah." Man, she thought, I really need to get laid! and automatically dialed Greg's number. --- A week later and since she began to catalog her son's changes a disturbing trend began to appear. Jason's naked-time hadn't exactly decreased in frequency but she was noticing more and more the tell-tail manly stains when she changes his sheets; less and less had she heard the girlish moans she had begun to relish. There were two things however that really triggered her worry. One was that her son had now gone a couple days without masturbating once. Now, this could be considered normal for Jason but it was a stark contrast nonetheless from the last couple weeks. Lastly, and it could be her imagination, but his voice did seem a tad deeper. This was a problem. Maybe the genetic material would lose sway after a while and the changes would revert if not constantly stimulated, and now her son was in sort of a one step forward, two steps back pattern. Ultimately this meant she had to figure out if the changes could be maintained on a more permanent basis but the immediate problem was in trying to keep the daughter side of her son happy. She made a call. "Hello?" "Hello Mr. Phills, this is Jason's mom. Is Tom there?" "Just a minute," the burly voice that was Tom's father replied. Janet was relieved that she didn't detect any hint of a problem in his voice or objecting to her call. "What's up?" Tom answered. "Hey Tom, this is Janet Beacher..." Tom interrupted, "Oh, hey, I probably shouldn't be talking to you.." "Damn it Tom, don't hang up. This is important." There was a pause, she had his attention but he was the first to break the silence. "Look Ms. B, Jason doesn't want me around anymore. It's probably for the be..." "He's changing Tom." This time she interrupted. Predictable Tom, she knew she had him. "Want to know what's changed?" She could picture drool coming out of his mouth, his penis hardening, "Yeah... what?" She teased, shrugged it off, "Oh, not much. Look, I know it hasn't gone smoothly. Just come over again, I'll set it all up. Say, next Wednesday? Same time as usual?" The Conversation Tom hadn't known just what Ms. Beacher had said to get her son to agree to seeing him again, but Jason was right there at the door waiting when he arrived. "Why don't you two go for a walk, huh?" she said. They both stared at each other before Jason finally walked past and Tom followed him down the road. The two had been walking several minutes but neither had said a word. Tom had kept a pace or two behind Jason and, with Janet Beacher's words still ringing through his mind about genetic change, he couldn't help but check out his friend's body. It seemed like not a whole lot had been going on. It was warm and Jason was wearing cut off denim shorts, not quite Daisy Duke's but still shorter than he ever remembered Jason wearing before. It didn't help his legs at all however, still angular and specked with brownish hairs, muscular and boney, they were chicken legs. Jason had square broad shoulders and stood at a height with Tom if not an inch higher. He did notice the shaggy hair. His arms, torso, chest all seemed normal, along with a flat ass - yes, he even looked once or twice down there to make sure. It was a boy's body. But then there were the hands. At first it was the fingernails - way too long for a boy - Tom noticed. But everything else as well, the softness, contours and shape. Tom wasn't imagining it, was he? Tom's vision was fixated on Jason's hand swinging back and forth as they walked. Like a pendulum it hypnotized him and he caught himself once or twice resisting the urge to take the hand in his. Walking hand and hand, boyfriend and girlfriend, seemed like such a natural thing. "So..." Jason broke the silence, his voice still high and sweet like the last time. It jolted Tom out of his trance. Both boys caught the oddness but Jason quickly cleared his throat and began again, this time speaking with a practiced low tone. "So the guys missed you on Call of Duty last night. Remember, the league started up again?" Jason sounded like someone trying to make a prank call or like when a daughter mocks her dad by imitating his lecture voice. Jason pretended not to notice. "Uh, yeah. I've been busy. You remember, dad's got me painting the shed this week?" "Oh shit, that's right. Sorry, I guess we talked about that... sorry for not helping but, you know." Jason looked away but Tom caught the hint of a blush on his face. "Yeah," Tom said, barely hiding a smirk, "that was real messed up. What I did, I mean. I didn't want..." Jason quickly interrupted, "Let's just not talk about it, okay?" "Sure." Tom picked up his pace so he was even with his friend. Then said, "Hey, let's go down to the creek. It's crazy hot and I want to get under some shade." Jason looked at him. It was the first time Tom really got a look at his face since he'd seen him and he tried his best to hide any sign of interest or disappointment. Jason was clean-shaven today but his friend never did have a problem with excess facial hair. It was the same Jason he'd always known, lips, cheeks, chin. His nose was a cute little button and his eyes... a lot of times they were a hazy gray and today they were the purest blue, but none of that meant anything. Maybe Ms. Beacher was just the crazy mad scientist Tom had always suspected. "You know," Jason said as they took the dirt path that led to the grove of willows by the creek, "it's okay with me I guess..." Tom caught something in the words "I guess," Jason had stopped masking his voice, it slipping back into a creamy, raspy falsetto. Maybe there was something to this drug after all. Tom just let him continue. "I mean, if your gay," Jason said. The boys both stopped, Tom looking deep into Jason's blue eyes as they stood on the stoney bank of the creek. "I'm not gay." Jason looked quizzically back at him, like he was about to ask a question. Before he did however he naturally took a step forward but his foot slid on a rock. "Ah," Tom heard a girl scream. It was Jason. Tom only caught how oddly Jason tumbled, his ankle shimmied like a rod with a big fish on it and then plop. He was laughing almost too hard to think about how daintily Jason had fell, how shrill his scream was as he went palms first into the muddy bank and even as he rolled over, white shirt all wet. "Ack! Don't just stand there, jackass. Aren't you going to help me up?" Tom grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to his feet. Barely able to hold back his snickering, he asked, "Are you going to be okay or should we head back and get you some dry clothes?" "No, it's okay. Besides I'm really hot anyway." Jason took a while brushing himself off, then twisted and bent. "Man, that tumble messed me up though. Mind cracking my back?" It was a common thing the boys did together, cracking each other's back. Out of habit Jason got in front. For Tom however, other things were racing through his mind, like how he'd have his arms around his friend's waist. He positioned himself behind carefully so Jason wouldn't feel the erection growing in his pants as he pressed against his back. "One, two..." Tom heaved. Jason felt as light as ever. There was no crack and Jason tried again. Holding hands-to-elbows around Jason's waist Tom heaved him back as far as he could and noticed as he did how warm Jason felt. His skin, especially down by the waist and hip was almost feverish, even beneath the wet shirt. Nothing happened. "Sorry man, no dice," Tom said. Jason twisted and stretched some more, clearly still aching. "If you want, I could try and massage it out?" Jason didn't turn around but stood still at this. Finally he replied, "I guess. Okay." He sat down on one of the larger boulders with Tom straddling right behind him. Tom normally only gave massages to girls but there was that one time, after gym, Jason had tweaked his back. Later on that day Tom had helped him work it out, Jason face down on his lawn, doing everything he could. He never did get that knot out, the massage session had be cut short when Tom had inadvertently found a sensitive area around the small of Jason's back. Jason remembered exactly where that spot was but he bided his time. He started instead on the shoulders, brushing aside Jason's rich, brown, shoulder-length hair gently as he went. "Mmm," Jason sighed, "that's nice but it doesn't hurt there. A little lower." Jason's voice just about cooed. "Okay, Jay," Tom replied. Tom moved his hands down but intentionally kept the motions soft and smooth, running his hands beneath the shoulder blades and around the backside of Jason's ribs. "Like this?" Tom swore he caught a "tee hee" out of his friend before he said, "That tickles! Not there silly, my back. And you have to press in harder." Silly? Tom thought. Still, this was the invitation Tom was looking for. He grabbed Jason's shoulders and scooted forward, his friend now firmly in his lap, and he dug his thumbs into the flesh along the spine and down. Tom then used a bit of force but let his hands slip, the blades of his four fingers now cupping the top of Jason's butt. He froze, noticing goosebumps on Jason's arm but also sensing him stiffen. But Jason didn't freak out. Instead, in the softest voice said, "That's a little too low." "Yeah, sorry," Tom said, and moved his hands up to the middle of Jason's back. The difference in heat was amazing; the rest of his friend's back was still damp and cool but when he had wandered down south, for that brief moment, the flesh felt on fire. Tom kneaded and circled his hands there for a while. Jason unwittingly pushed himself back, pushing his butt tight against Tom's crotch, right where his stiff member ached and stretched. Tom thought Jason must feel his hard on by now but if he did he didn't let on. Instead, Jay sighed and even moaned a bit. "Yeah, right there. I think that's working. Ahh, yes!" Jason's pitch was getting erratic, excited. A girl's voice, pre-orgasm, Tom thought. Tom knew this was the right time. He moved his hands two inches lower, right into Jason's sensitive spot, and dug in. The reaction was instantaneous. Jason's body shook as if it had run into an electric fence. He almost stood up but then shivered and sat again, his hand shooting up to his mouth but not before a muffled squeak escaped. Hips jerking up and down. Tom spent a lot of time with girlfriends over the years but he wasn't sure if he'd ever seen one of them have an actual orgasm. He wasn't sure now. Carefully he pulled his hands back but Jason's butt wagged left and right, it rubbed hard across his cock and it was everything he could do to keep from cumming himself. After the jerking stopped, Jason must have caught himself because he stood up abruptly and brush himself off again, though there wasn't really anything to brush off. Nervously he said, "Well, we should probably get back." Tom tried to glance into his eyes again but Jason avoided his gaze, looking away almost guiltily. On the walk home his friend seemed much more pleased. The two talked about plans for the summer and it seemed like old times again. Tom couldn't help but notice how Jason's unfaked voice sung as shrilly as that first time when they'd kissed, that in each stride Jason had just the slightest bounce in his step. Nor did he fail to eventually realize Jason seemed to be walking funny. Hips twisting ever-so-slightly into each stride, legs rubbing close and butt wagging just a bit, Jay walked like a girl. Jason could be going crazy but he also thought his hips looked wider, if only slightly. That heat I felt, Jason thought, I wonder... They eventually got back to the Beacher house and Jason was about to rush right inside. "Hey, Jay?" Tom called after. Jason... Jay turned around. A curious, innocent look on his face. Tom studied the face again in that instant and found a much softer expression than he had earlier, eyebrows up and interested, chin sticking out. Maybe his friend had forgiven him but something else was different too. "Thanks," Tom said, "for hanging out with me, I mean. I really missed this." "Yeah," Jay admitted, "me too." His look was both coy and even somewhat shy, but then snapped back sharply, "Hey, that's the second time you called me Jay. What gives?" That's the look, there! That's was what Tom had missed. At the forming of Jay's "W" and after the inflection in the question, Tom noticed Jason's lips. They naturally pursed outward; they stretched and plumped, wider and much fuller the before, Tom was sure. Jay had been changing! He hadn't imagined any of it and this time the changes were physical and had happened right before his eyes! He tried to keep his composure even though his heart beat a mile a minute, "I don't know, it sounded good so I thought I'd try it out. Why, do you mind?" "No, it's okay," Jay answered, body language all wrong for a boy saying goodbye to his friend but perfect for a girl, twisting side to side, coyly in front of a cute boy. "Okay, I'll see you later then," and Tom risked the slightest of winks before he left, "Jay." The Changing Room "Come on, Jay. We're going and that's final." Calling her son Jay had been Janet's idea all along. It sounded more feminine, a girl's name, and it was easy to get Tom to go along with it over the phone. Now she was easing into using it herself and her son was none the wiser. "Mom!" Jay called, the voice petulant and whiny. "I don't want to go to the mall." The whole week Jay had been off balance. He noticed he would be walking and then, almost at once, forget how to walk and stumble and when he caught his balance he grew embarrassed at how natural he seemed to swig his hips or wiggled his butt. Maybe I do need new pants, he thought, these seem awful tight. Still, he certainly didn't want to go out in public where people would see him. He almost thought he caught himself thinking where boys could see me... but that had to be his imagination Janet knew her son too well however, "But don't you want to get your hair cut? It's getting really long." It was true that the only thing Jay disliked more than actually getting his hair cut was when it got too long and now it was downright out of control. Jay always liked how thick his hair was and would often run his hands through it but it usually irritated him when the back brushed against his neck and now, running his fingers in and caressing his locks back gently, it seemed like his hair went all the way down to his shoulder. He couldn't remember it ever being that long. "Besides, your cousin is coming in a week and I need to pick some things up for her as well. You might as well get out of the house for a little bit. With how much you've been hanging out with Tom lately I've barely had a chance to spend any time with you." It was true, him and Tom had been closer than ever and spent nearly every day together. Many times they'd be up in Jay's room, talking and laughing or else wrestling and giggling. Janet had even snuck a peak at the two a few times and had caught Tom giving her son what seemed to be not a completely unsensual back rub. A couple of those times Jay had even taken his shirt off and let Tom massage him on the bed, face down. "Mom!" Jay protested again, like a daughter protesting her mother bringing up a crush. Janet wondered if Jay noticed how girlish he sounded. Still, the argument persuaded him into the car and they sped off to the Higgens County Mall. --- Jay yanked and twirled at his hair throughout the whole trip, disgusted, and Janet picked up on the non-verbal clue. "Just hold your horses," she eventually said, both entering the huge mall complex, "I've got to run a few errands first, come on." They walked down the opposite wing of the mall from the entrance, many female clothing, shoe and apparel shops displaying their wares from every window. Janet kept an inconspicuous view of Jay's gaze, trying to see if anything caught his eye. She thought she saw him look once or twice at one of the prom dress displays and then once again as they passed Victoria's Secret. "Oh, look at that," Janet said, turning back, "this is perfect." Jay snapped to attention. "What is?" "Free bra fitting," Janet motioned to the sign outside Vicki's. "Come on, this will only take a sec." "Can't I just wait outside?" Jay called, but his mom was already inside. Looking back and forth down the halls, the mall had been unusually empty today. At least there was certainly no one there that Jay knew. The lingerie inside was both excitingly forbidden and embarrassingly girly but in the end Jay's curiosity caught the better of him and he followed his mother in. Janet was already in the changing room by the time Jay got there, shouting orders and tossing things at him. "Jay, the fitting lady is busy. Be a dear and take this back. I need something bigger," she shouted from behind her cubicle, brassier flying from the hole above the door. The soft, red linen fell to Jay's feet. He hesitated. Then bent over and picked it up. The cloth was still warm to his touch, he slid it smoothly between his fingers. "Jay? You there?" "Yeah, mom but I don't know what to do." Janet seemed to be shuffling with some other things in her stall and answered nonchalantly, "You see that tag on the inside of the cup? Read it back to me." "36 C, it says. That's the size?" "Yeah," Janet answered, "and it's not big enough. Guess I'll try going to a 36 D. See if you can't find the same thing with that tag in the bin next to you." Jay looked to the table behind him, then eyed the few customers and staff in the store. None of them seemed to mind Jay helping out his mom and he even caught a smile or two directed his way. He started shuffling through the pile. Then asked, "I don't get it, why don't you just get the same size as before?" Janet couldn't see her son but her heart swelled nonetheless with the question. Even as she sat bare-ass naked on the wooden bench she could picture in her mind a conversation just like this one that a regular mother and daughter might be having. She replied out from behind the wooden door in an instructive tone, "Well, for one, a woman's bra size can change. Depending on her hormone level or what time of the month it is, she could get smaller or even considerably bigger. Then of course there are young girls. Their breast size is constantly growing in puberty." There was no reply from outside, Jay was certainly either taking his time finding the right size or else he was a little too wrapped up in what she was saying. She had to keep herself from a squeal of glee as she continued, "Also, not every store's cup size is the same. The number is the number of inches around the waist but the cup is how round the breast is. How firm or big the boob is, you might say." A dainty hand reached in below the door holding another fire-engine red bra. Janet grabbed it, took off her shirt and put it on. Then she quickly brought up the matching panties and opened the door a crack. Jay did a double take at the unexpected scene of his mom in her underwear but Janet spoke up before he could look away. "You see?" She twisted, showing her profile. "You don't want any space here," she said, padding the tips of her breast," but you also don't want the straps digging into your back or the cup squeezing you out. Well, sometimes you do, if you want to show off." Janet winked. "Geez, mom" Jay replied, rolling his eyes and blushing as red as the bra. In a few moments Janet had changed back, placing the items in the bag. Jay noticed something else however and asked, "What's the deal with the 34 AA bra you grabbed? Aren't those way too small for you?" "Oh those? Those, um, are for a friend of mine. Her daughter is just starting to develop and I thought this would make a good training bra." Janet walked with Jay further down the hallway but his curiosity had grown more and more bold; Janet having to explain a training bra's purpose in helping a girl to get used to the feel of a bra and how a mother knows when to start training. All this naturally led to a conversation about periods and menstruation. "Mom, that's gross. I don't want to hear about that." "Well, you asked. Come on, why'd you stop, we're going in here." It was another clothing store but this one had sandcastles and beach balls set up in the windows. "I thought you had serious errands to run, why do we need to go in here?" "Don't you remember, I said I needed to pick something up for your cousin? Well?" "Oh, right. I guess. So long as it doesn't take too long." Inside Janet raced to the back, a section that had mannequins wearing all manner of swimsuits: bikinis, swim shorts and Speedos. Jay didn't follow as closely and stopped when he caught himself looking at the Speedo mannequin. A Speedo left notthing to the imagination and even the mannequin there was showing off a noticeable bulge that Jason imagined someone must have sculpted on it. To take his mind off everything, there was a section of water toys in the middle that he was rummaging through. His mom was busy sliding things off hooks in the back when he noticed the cashier's kiosk with a male and female employee standing on the side. They were talking closely, familiarly, even intimately. The male cashier, a blond headed teen that wore a tight, mock-lifeguard shirt that clung to his rippling chest and ab muscles, had his hand on the girl's hip, rubbing up and down. He spoke in her ear and she giggled and fidgeted but Jay kept his eye on the hand as it bobbed lower and lower. She wore sport shorts, tight at the waist but loose at the bottom and as the boy's hand rubbed, the shorts rode up. His hand first glanced across her bottom, then it cupped her butt. Then the hand was up and just inside the inseam, caressing the bare flesh of her upper thigh. Jay felt tingles. "Damn it!" The shout caught the three of them off guard. "Jay, can you come over here a sec?" The couple quickly scrambled, making themselves look busy as Jay approached the back. In her hands his mother held two bikinis. "What is it?" "Well," Janet said nervously, "I was wondering if you could do me a huge favor?" She said it in the hushed tone of a secret, forcing Jay in closer. "I forgot your cousin's size back home and I was wondering, you and her are almost exactly the same build. Could you...?" Janet smiled her biggest smile, shaking one of the suits in front of him and gesturing the other back towards the changing room. Jay's eyes went wide. "Please!" she begged. "Come on, it'll be quick and I just have to get the size right." "No way, mom. Someone will see me!" But Jay looked to the front of the store. The male employee seemed to be going on a break, his large frame peaking from in front of the display window outside and the female must have been there also, almost out of view. By the way his shoulders rotated and her ass twitched the two were probably making out. Jay felt a warmth between his legs. "How about you do this for me and I let you get your ear pierced like you've wanted, huh?" "Seriously?" Jay said. "Cross my heart." She handed him the bikini from her right hand, opening the changing room with her left. He took it. It was red, a thin string piecing two triangles together, each no bigger than a piece of french toast. The racked hanger also held the thin, hourglass-shaped bottom, also held together with string. The bottom had a little cartoon panda bear above the crotch with the word "love" on top. "Okay," he said, "but real quick." He dashed inside and snapped the door shut. Janet watch as, with lightning speed, articles of clothing hit the floor inside. Then there was a definite pause, a reluctant sigh. She saw a leg raise up, then the other. Bottom first, she thought. She had to admit, her plan had worked and it excited her to no end. Inside every changing room was a mirror but her son's reply was so quick she didn't think he'd needed it to tie the top. "There, it fits," he said, already bending down to pick up his clothes. Janet slid a foot inside trapping the boxers he snagged before he could pull them up. "Not so fast, I want to see it quick." Jay was in no position to argue. "Okay," he whispered, panicked, "but hurry." He opened the door a crack but Janet snuck inside and closed the door. The changing room was shallow but wide with the mirror behind her son so she got a great look. Neck to toes she saw exactly what you'd expect to see of a boy wearing a girl's bikini. Her's son's body was indeed all boy, a slight bulge in the biniki bottom, the top cup fabric of the suit oversized and sagging down, exposing his nipples just a bit. Her son had the faintest brushing of adolescent hair above his tummy, on his chest, his arms and legs. "Mom, come on!" "Don't worry, the door is shut. Just a minute already!" Janet pretended to inspect the outfit over. "Here, do this and tuck your..." Janet gestured using her own crotch, "thingy in between your legs. Hurry and we'll be done!" Jay didn't argue and did so. She had continued to maintain her journal back home, trying to document any noticeable change in Jay. The long hair and high voice were nothing new and she was even eventually able to take a few pictures of Jay; Greg had scoffed at them noting that they looked great... for a boy. Still, Janet didn't give up hope. He stood there now, crotch smooth, in a posture not all dissimilar to how a young lady might stand, hands folded together right in front of him, legs tight together and chest out. But it was his face that held her interest the most. Over the last few days Jay's eyelashes seemed to stick out, his lips fuller, his face soft, smooth and completely devoid of a pubescent boy's normal hair growth. Jay was a beautiful young girl, at least from the neck up. Janet walked to his side and pulled on his top. "Well, it's too big on you..." She let those words hang in the air a bit. "But it should be perfect on your cousin. Well, what do you think, how to you look?" She spun him around towards the mirror and he posed shyly at first. In a moment though, he unclasped his hands and even twisted. He's checking out his butt, she thought, too bad it's flat as a board. "Okay," Janet said finally, not failing to notice the smile her son was trying to hide, "we'll get this one." More and more Janet found she was able to get away with small things like this, like how her son had taken to forgetting to mask his voice and even forgetting that it had changed altogether. She had begun asking more how a particular shade of lipstick looked on her, sometimes even having him try it on so she could inspect it. Other times she might leave a particularly steamy romance ebook open on her computer; many times she'd return to her desk finding that a number of pages had been turned since she left it. Janet had even caught him reading more than once. "What do you think, pretty intense huh?" she would ask. He never answered her, too embarrassed. At the Ear Piercing Pagoda she pulled the man there aside, paid him up front and talked to him quietly while Jay sat down. In an instant, the whole thing was over; Jay had been getting used to the sting in his first ear before noticing what was going on. "Hey!" he shouted. "Just one ear. You weren't suppose to pierce both!" The man feigned embarrassment but Janet once again suggested, "Well, you might want to switch ears someday." Jay tried to suggest something about what kids would think if an earring was in the wrong ear, but she smoothed it over further by stating, "if you don't like it you can always let one close back up." Still, she didn't let him leave without getting a couple studs to hold both open, just in case. Janet grinned wide at how suggestible her son - soon daughter, she hoped - had become. The hair cut salon was no different and in the end the hair dresser hadn't cut Jay's hair shorter so much as she had cut it more narrow and styled it. "Just trust me on this one, honey. You look really good in a ponytail," she had assured, and against his meager protests once against reassured, "If you don't like it we can always get it cut again." So there they were, mother and son, walking back to the car. Janet saw her would-be-daughter, earrings, pony tail and hopefully soon to be wearing the frilly yellow training bra she had bought. It was a good day. The Cousin "Jay!" Janet called from the kitchen. "Hurry up in the shower, Tom and Lisa are going to have all the fun without you." Jason had a problem. "Oh, and make sure you clean up after yourself this time. You can't leave that much hair in the tub, you'll clog the drain!" Okay, make that two problems. It was summer time and, for whatever reason, he was shedding like crazy. His mom had gathered a ball of the stuff last time and hadn't looked happy. He began to scoop up what he could and noticed, same as he did before, that he didn't seem to be growing it back nearly as thick. His pale arms and legs, even his chest was smoother and silky. It was strange but he was already embarrassed enough without mentioning it to his mom. Lately she had been dismissing any concern he might have anyway and he wondered if he just going crazy. Beside, that wasn't the big problem. Lisa, his cousin, had arrived yesterday and today her and Tom had decided to set up the big, above-ground pool and go swimming. Lisa was Jay's second cousin and they had always flirted and teased but the last time he had saw her was almost two years ago. Since then, she had matured quite a bit and, now, she was huge! Her boobs were even bigger than his moms, not a small feat. Jay had gotten up late this morning; him and Tom shared his bed and for some reason Jay just couldn't get to sleep. He had awoken and headed straight for the bathroom. Jay's morning wood was already stiff as a board when his cousin emerged right in front of him wearing the red bikini him and his mom had picked out - the one he had been wearing only a couple days ago. Lisa was all curves and he saw her as he had seen himself that day in the mirror, posing in the suit. Only she filled it out well beyond anything he could have imagined. 36 D, he thought. She knew she caught him off guard, his gaze immediately shooting downward to avoid looking at her ample cleavage, but then bouncing back and forth between that and looking at the cartoon panda above her camel toe. There was no safe place for him to look, his cousin was all woman. Lisa just laughed, put a hand on her hip and posed further. "Like what you see?" She could play the same game and stared at his crotch making him squirm with discomfort. In a blur he had shoved her out of the doorway and closed himself inside. "Don't take too long in there," she taunted suggestively. That must have been twenty minutes ago though and his erect situation had not improved. All the usual tricks didn't seem to be working. He just couldn't get off. Shamefully, he had masturbated to the thought of his cousin before. But even now, even seeing her as a full-fledged, scantly clad woman, thinking of her wasn't doing anything. It made sense, she was still his cousin, but then he had tried to think of any girl that merely looked like her and that didn't work either. He tried leaning forward, picturing himself and this girl naked in the shower, him bent over her back. This fantasy usually involved the girl pulling at his cock, guiding him inside her depths and, as he thrust, the girl's tits would swing back and forth, his hands reaching around to grasp them. That's usually what would send him over the edge. Now, if anything, it made him softer. He had even tried giving up a few minutes in, hoping instead his penis would calm down also. But he couldn't get the image of himself in that bikini out of his head. The image switched back and forth between him and his cousin wearing the same suit; he pictured her over and over, her big tits juxtaposed over his. It made him as hard as a rail and he knew he couldn't go to the pool like this. "I mean it, shower time is up! I need to use the restroom." Janet yelled in after him again. Jay was able to wrap a towel around himself and sneak past his mom into his room. His hair a long, wet mess blocking him from seeing if his mom had noticed his erection or not. In his room he saw all of Tom's clothes tossed haphazardly about from when he had changed. Jay wasn't thinking straight, cock still poking stiffly into the towel, or he would have caught himself as he thought, I was asleep and Tom was naked, right here. He pulled the towel off, him penis still sticking straight out, and figured cleaning up would give him some time to relax. He folded the towel and then began stacking Tom's clothes on top of them. He stopped suddenly, Tom's shirt crumpled in his hands. That smell! He remembered now; sleeping next to him, Tom had the faintest sent to him. It wasn't a bad smell, not body order per se. It smelled like... boy, was the best thing Jay could think to describe it. Before he knew it, he was face deep in Tom's shirt, taking in Tom's full sent when shouting erupted outside, startling him. Jay peaked through the window down over the ledge. Lisa and Tom must have seen his outline from above because they were calling to him and, quickly tossing the shirt aside, he peaked to see what the commotion was about. Those jackasses! They were staring at him now and were splashing playfully up at him - their splashes having no chance to reach him there on the second floor. Their shouts were nothing but mumbles behind the paned glass. He could guess at the message though, their body language suggesting taunts and jeers. Before he could open the window to yell back however, Lisa had leaned in to whisper something in Tom's ear. Then the two began to strip! Luckily, Tom's junk was under the water, though he dangled his trunks in front of him like a sixteen year old might jingle car keys. The real sight was his cousin, completely without modesty, now topless. She splashed and bounced about, Tom and her shoved and put on a quick series of sexual tableaus; Tom pretending to bite her tits and her rubbing them in his face. Jay's cock throbbed but also, just outside the pair's field of vision, he instinctively placed a hand over his heart - it was beating like a jackrabbit's - and above his own breast. It was warm, almost hot to the touch. Inside, the genetic material had been priming to overload, a strong new hormone pumping from his brain. Estrogen. His left hand began stoking his cock as fast as he could. Lisa and Tom lost interest in their teasing, now seemingly more interested in the fact that they were in a pool naked with a member of the opposite sex. Jay still had a great view of his cousin in profile. He could still see her massive chest, firm and supple with youth. He could see his own chest hovering above her in his field of vision. Jay pushed his pecks out. Man-boobs some might say, and he might have imagined it but they seemed to swell, his nipples perky and firm. Looking down at his own breasts then back at his cousin, remembering himself in the same swimsuit she was wearing but unable to fill it like she did, he couldn't help the thought that crashed into his head next; I hope my boobs get as big as hers! That thought would have instantly been followed with reality crashing back to him, perhaps thinking something like, what am I doing! Instead, something more primal triggered in him. His dick hardened fully in an instant and pleasure erupted simultaneously from his cock as well as the secret place he had found beneath his sack. Both exploded in what was the biggest orgasm he had ever felt and, satisfied at last, he slumped over into his bed and closed his eyes. Jay laid there naked in a haze for hours. Any time he touched his chest it burned, his nipples still erect on top of the swollen mound that had been his pecks. His mother knocked on the door. "I'm not feeling well," he had answered to her pleas of concern. Tom cracked the door open later, their swim session clearly at an end. Jay was just quick enough to cover himself with the blankets before he stormed in. "Hey Jay, if you're not coming out any time soon can I at least have my clothes?" Jay nodded. Jay had always known his friend was good looking enough to snatch up any lady in sight but now he saw why. Tom tanned very quickly in the summer and was already a darkening bronze. While his arms were more tone than muscle, the tan showed off every line and moreso when it came to his muscular abs. The sight was impressive. Tom snatched up his clothes quickly and strolled out. Oh God, Jay realized just now, his swimsuit is a Speedo! And fitfully he fought off another erection as he remembered the mannequin from the swimsuit store. If Janet, Tom or Lisa had wondered where Jay was they certainly didn't bother him until supper came. It's just as well, Jay spent all that time trying not to think of the bulge he had seen in Tom's swimsuit. --- Supper was later than usual at the Beacher house - Jay's mother was a stickler for everyone eating together - and eventually Jay roused and came down to eat. He initially had worried he had played with his nipples too much, the swelling there just would not go down. He instead opted to wear baggy pants and hoody to cover himself. Janet ate quickly, opting into bed early; last night she had been up until all hours, busy riding Greg in every position imaginab