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Chapter 5
I went back downstairs and Bev went back to the bedroom. As I approached
the couch, I found Jim's body fast asleep with Parks and Rec still paused
mid-episode. I gently sat back in my seat and pressed play on the remote,
starting the show back up. Sara woke up and continued watching the show
without a word, thankfully not realizing how long I'd been gone. After a
few more episodes Jim walked back in.
"I think we all need to talk about what we do from here," he said in
Sara's cute voice. He walked over to the staircase. "Bev! Come down,
we're having a meeting!"
A few moments later my body sleepily trudged down the stairs. Bev and Jim
sat down. "What are we doing, Jim?" Bev asked.
"I just wanted to talk. I've been thinking. We can't just sit around like
this for three months. We have lives to lead. You kids can't miss
classes."
"Yeah, Dad, that's dandy. But the professor may notice my sudden receding
hairline and ask questions," Sara quipped.
"No. I mean your mom and I can you in your place," Jim said.
"Jim, are you nuts?" Bev said. "We can't go to college!"
"Yeah, I don't know about that, Dad," Sara agreed. "There's got to be
another way."
"If you can think of a better idea, then I'm all ears," Jim said. They
went silent at that.
"Jim's right. We can't go to classes looking like this, Sara. They'd call
campus security for sure," I said.
Sara began to tear up. "I can't do this, Greg. I can't be like this. I
want my body back. I want my boobs back!"
She was becoming hysterical. I reached over and began to rub her
shoulders, usually a cake job which was now harder with my dainty hands
and her new broad shoulders. "I know it's hard Sara, but we're going to
get through this, I promise." I sounded very motherly.
She eventually calmed down and we all agreed this was the best way to go.
Jim owned his own business so it wasn't necessary for Sara to go there
because it had a manager to run it. Bev didn't even have a job, so no
sweat there.
"So it's settled," Jim announced. "Bev and I will leave tomorrow. You
guys write down your schedules and directions to the classes, ok?"
"A...and I think I should have a private talk with Greg and you should
have a talk with your father, sweetie. They will need to know how to take
care of a woman's body," Bev said with a nervous voice.
Sara winced. "Oh. Ok, Mom."
"You stay down here with your father. I'll speak with Greg upstairs and
show him my clothes." I got butterflies in my stomach when she said that.
Bev led me upstairs into her bedroom and closed the door. She turned
around and stared at me for a moment. "Don't worry, Greg, there's not a
lot for you to know. I've already gone through menopause. That was just
for Jim."
"Thank god." That relieved me a bit.
"There may be a small discharge every now and then, but you can just wipe
that with toilet paper. Now, let me show you your new wardrobe." She
walked over to the closet door and disappeared inside after opening it.
"Come on in, Greg."
I followed as commanded. "This is a big closet." And it was. It looked to
be the length of the whole room, decked out with a rainbow of pants,
blouses and dresses. Below them sat just as many selections of shoes.
"This will be yours for a few months. Don't be afraid to live a little
and try on a dress. They are super comfortable." She motioned for me to
exit the closet. When we got back out she walked to her dresser and
opened a drawer full of panties. " Here is your underwear." She picked
out a purple pair and handed them to me. "Put these on."
"Now?" I asked.
"Yes now. You can't walk around with a bare fanny all the time. Take off
that nightgown. We're getting you into some actual clothes."
I pulled the nightgown off and dropped it to the floor. There I was naked
again in front of Bev. I could feel her eyes scanning me. For some reason
I kind of liked it. I bent over, my tits now swaying like a Newton's
cradle, and slipped each leg in the panties one at a time and pulled them
up. They actually felt nice. They seemed to be made of a faux silk and
hugged my ass perfectly. I looked down and saw I was sporting a little
cameltoe.
Bev then opened up another drawer. "Time for you first bra!" She reached
in and pulled out a lacy purple one. "We want you to match. Do you want
help putting it on?"
"I don't think I'll need a bra, Bev," I said defiantly.
"Trust me, Greg. Those are heavy. You'll feel better and they won't flop
around all the time. Now hold out your arms."
There was no arguing. I knew it was futile, so I complied and held out my
arms. She thread them through the straps and placed the cups over my tits
only then just to give them a lift and quick squeeze while smiling. She
then walked behind me, move the straps to the top of my shoulders and
pulled on the band. I instantly felt a wave of relief on my chest, my
boobs now pulled up and pushed in, giving me some remarkable cleavage.
"There. Better, no?"
"Actually, yeah. A lot better," I said as I felt around the bra and my
boobs. I looked up again and found Bev staring at my cleavage. "Like what
you see?"
Bev quickly looked to my eyes. "Wha...huh? Uh sorry, Greg. I don't know
what's wrong with me."
"I do. You have a load of testosterone running through you. You're a man
now, Bev. Apparently, you like tits now too."
"Don't be crass, Greg." Annoyed, she went back in to the closet and came
back holding some clothes. "Put these on. I'll be downstairs." She left
the room. I could hear her stomp as she went down the stairs.
I laid the clothes out on the bed. Bev had chosen some khaki capri pants
and a turquoise blouse with short sleeves. Before putting them on, I
wanted to get a better look at myself. I turned to the mirror above the
dresser and my eyes went wide. My tits looked even better in the
reflection than in the first person. I loved the cleavage. It wasn't just
a line going down the middle, but a beautiful curvature. I reached up and
grabbed my newly supported tits. They felt firmer now but still supple.
"Hi, sweetie," I said to my reflection with the sexiest voice I could
muster. "You like these D cups? Do you want to...touch them?" I licked my
tongue around my lips and made a powdy face which quickly turned to a
smile. "Well, that's enough of that." I went back to the bed and slipped
the capris and blouse on. I noticed that the blouse was a low cut top,
showing off a good amount of cleavage. "Bev, you did that on purpose.
Oh, well."
As I walked down the stairs I noticed the boobs were now staying in
place. When I got to the bottom everyone was looking at me. Sara's mouth
was gaping.
"Greg, what are you wearing?" she asked wearily as her eyes were affixed
to my tits.
"Your mom picked it out. I'm just following orders."
"If he's going to be in my body, then I want him to look presentable,"
Bev shot back at Sara.
"You gave my boyfriend cleavage, Mom!"
"Honey, right now he is your wife. I can't very well dress him up in
men's clothing. This is what I own and this is what fits him now."
"I feel sick. I'm going to bed." She stood up and started walking to the
stairway.
"I'll come too," I said.
Sara stopped. "No, Greg. We uh...I can't sleep in bed with you like this.
Would you mind taking the couch?"
My heart sank at that. "Uh. Yeah, that's fine, Sara."
Bev said she would bring me a pillow and a blanket after Jim and Sara
went to their respective bedrooms. It was weird seeing my body walk
around the house, knowing where everything was located. As she came to
the couch with the supplies, I noticed the muscles in her hairy arms
flexing a bit, causing me to shudder internally.
"Don't worry about Sara. She'll come around eventually," Bev assured me.
"No, I don't blame her, Bev. I wouldn't want to sleep in the same bed
with my mother either."
"You aren't her mother, Greg. Right now you are her wife."
Me being referred to as a wife made me feel oddly warm inside. "I
suppose. Are you tired, Bev? I don't know how I can sleep after
everything that's happened today. Want to watch some TV."
She thought for a moment. "That sounds good." She plopped down on the
opposite side of the couch as we began to watch a documentary.
After about an hour, Bev spoke up. "Should we talk about earlier?"
I winced. "You mean the bedroom?"
"And the bathroom." She looked down for a moment and then back to my
eyes. "I feel different in this body, Greg. It's hard to explain, but I
feel...well...manly. And you were right. I was staring at the cleavage.
My own cleavage. It disgusts me, but I'm attracted to my own body." She
fell silent, waiting for me to react.
"I feel the same," I squeaked out.
"You do?"
"Yes. When you left me in the bedroom, I enjoyed getting dressed. I liked
that fact of having sexy cleavage and I still do. I think I want to be
looked at there. And I found myself looking at you walking around, seeing
your muscles move. And...I liked jerking you off. I think more than our
bodies changed, Bev. Our minds changed too."
Bev smiled. She slid over to my side of the couch, the sides of our legs
now touching and said, "Well, then we shouldn't fight it." My heart
started to flutter as she put her hand on my thigh and rubbed it gently.
She leaned in for the kiss but I beat her to it and our lips locked. Her
other hand was now gently stroking my cheek as mine was rubbing her
crotch. Through her jeans I could feel her cock start to stiffen. My head
swirled as our tongues fenced. I was making out with my own body and I
was loving everything about it. Feeling her stubble rub on my face felt
like home. She moved her hand from my cheek down to my breast and groped
it, sending electricity through me with her strong fingers.
"Unzip your pants," Bev commanded between kisses. Before I could act, she
had done it for me and shoved her hand beneath my purple panties and
found my sopping pussy. Her fingers explored my new vulva, feeling all of
its bumps and folds until they found their ultimate destination. I melted
as she proceeded to insert two fingers into my virgin hole. "Mmm, your
pussy is nice and wet, Greg."
"Call me Beverly," I said with a lustful gaze. "And go deeper. As deep as
you can go, Greg. Do it right."
"I guess a man should do as he's told." She pushed her fingers up to the
knuckle as I let out quiet moan. Just when I thought the moment couldn't
be any better, a new surge of pleasure arose as she wiggled her thumb at
the top of my pussy.
"I guess that's the cli..mmmmph," I groaned.
"Now let me see that titty." Her free hand moved up to my blouse and
pulled it and my bra down, exposing my breast. As soon as it was visible,
her mouth latched on like a newborn. Her manly body moved in a pattern,
pumping my pussy, rubbing my clit and sucking my tit, ensuring there was
never a moment that I was without pleasure.
"Oh god, what are you doing to me, Greg?" I whispered. I was getting
close. I reached for my other breast and rubbed it through the blouse.
This was the hottest moment of my life. Finally, it came and so did I. A
wave of euphoria saturated my soul and oozed from my head to my toes. Not
an inch of my body was spared. As Bev slid her fingers out my cunt, my
body shook uncontrollably. "So that's what its like," I whispered.
"Yes, Beverly," Bev said with a heavy breath. "That's what it's like."
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