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We left the way we came in and headed back towards the residential
areas. Lucas was quieter than usual as we walked. He seemed deep in
thought.
"Are you ok?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'll be ok. It's just alot to take in," he said quietly.
"I guess so, you and Debbie seem really close," I pressed on gently.
Lucas walked on in silence for a while.
But then, as we walked together, Lucas suddenly opened up, as if
unburdening himself. "She started working front of house when I was
recruited into Project Flash. I was trying to pick her up at first, but
I got inducted before I could seal the deal. By the time we went on our
third date, I had the same equipment between my legs as she did."
"How did she react to that?" I asked, trying to keep him going.
"Oh, I never told her. I don't know what she would have said. At that
time I was still coming to terms with losing my cock. All the people
involved in the project knew and I felt like I was being treated with
kid gloves because of it. I hated that feeling. Being with Debbie made
me feel almost normal. So I never told her. Eventually I just kinda
steered myself into the Friend-zone. She's like the sister I never had,"
he replied.
"That must have been tough," I said.
"Yeah, it wasn't the best situation ever. But it worked out," Lucas
mumbled. Suddenly he brightened up a little. "Speaking of working out,
do you wanna hit the gym and see what you got?"
Surprised, I said, "Sure, why not?"
Lucas changed direction and we walked around the side of the residential
block and towards a large square building with tall, narrow windows.
Lucas made a quick call, he sounded like he was reserving a private
workout space. As we approached the building, it reminded me of the YMCA
near my building in San Diego. We entered, walking past the reception
where a friendly looking man was sitting. He and Lucas exchanged waves
but no more. We took a left down a corridor and into a small changing
room.
The room was painted in a plain cream color and had two benches and six
lockers, three on either side. Lucas pointed to a neatly folded pile of
clothing on the bench. "That's for you, it's not glamorous but it should
work."
"Er thanks," I replied.
Lucas went to one of the lockers, took out a key and opened it. Inside
were a selection of different work out gear. He began to get changed out
of his street clothes.
I struggled at first but then managed to pull my hoodie, top and bra off
over my head in one go. I unzipped my jeans and let them drop to the
floor. As I bent over to pull them off my feet, the sudden movement and
extra weight of my boobs made me almost topple over.
"Son of a bitch!" I grumbled as I fought to correct my balance.
"What happened?" asked Lucas concerned.
"Nothing, I'm fine," I assured him as I turned around toward the sound
of his voice. As I came round to face him I saw him looking over at me
as he pulled his sweat pants up, and then for a second glance down to my
bare breasts. At first I was too busy thinking about almost falling on
my face but then I realized that my boobs were on show. My hands
instinctively flew up to half cup/half cover my ample chest. Lucas' eyes
went wide and he spun around to look away, so fast I didn't even see him
move.
"Sorry, Sorry! I shouldn't have looked, I didn't mean to. Sorry," Lucas
apologized with his back to me.
I was shocked and I could feel my face turning red but then I stopped. I
remembered the look on everyone's face when I freaked out in the cafe
earlier and tried to calm myself. I was a guy right? At least, I was
until a few days ago. I was pretty sure I would have looked. I'd done it
before at beaches and things. Sure, I wasn't happy I had the body of a
woman now but I couldn't loose my shit every time I was reminded that I
had tits. As far as I knew I was stuck like this for the rest of my
life. It wasn't the end of the world and the sooner I got used to that
fact the better. I slowly turned to look at the full length mirror on
the wall of the changing room. I lowered my hands to my sides, letting
my large, full breasts sag slightly.
"Don't worry about it, Bro. I have to get used to people looking at me
like that sometime, I guess," I assured Lucas. I turned my torso
slightly to get a better look at my breasts. "I mean, check this out
dude, these things are huge!"
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Lucas turn slowly to look.
"Are you sure?" he asked pensively
"Er...yeah, check them out," I said. "I mean, They're like the kind of
tits you see in a comic book. I'm not sure they can be this big AND this
perky without defying the laws of physics."
"Well, they are quite big," Lucas offered. "And perky."
"I know, right? I mean, they're heavy as fuck and they keep getting in
the way but goddamn, if I still had a dick, it would be solid as a rock
right now." I bounced up and down gently on my toes. My big breasts
jiggled along with me.
"Yeah, they're pretty impressive for sure, but can you put a shirt on
cos you're distracting as hell" Lucas said, turning again to continue to
get dressed.
I turned towards Lucas and stuck my boobs out as far as I could. "What's
the matter? Jealous?" I teased.
"Fuck no!" Lucas sounded shocked and turned to look at me again. "You
can keep them, thank you!"
I laughed. "Fair enough, but from a purely objective point of view,
these are some world class tits. You don't know what you're missing."
Lucas smiled. "Oh, I'm not missing anything. I have a great view from
right here and I don't have to use a mirror to see my nipples."
"Thats a good point." I giggled and stuck my tongue out at him. Then
stopped. "Wow, that was really girly."
Lucas laughed. "Yeah, it really was."
"I should have stopped while i was ahead, huh." I smiled self
consciously.
"Yeah, you should have. You almost sounded like a bad-ass marine again
for a moment, then you fucked it all up," Lucas replied with a smirk.
"HEY! I AM a bad-ass, marine! I just have a slightly different ass now."
I turned slightly and looked at my bigger, rounder ass over my shoulder.
Lucas looked me up and down admiringly. "You remember that I still like
girls, right?" He smiled. "Because right now you're cock teasing the
fuck out of me and it's not fair."
Suddenly the wind fell right out of my sails. I had just been messing
around, busting Lucus's balls because he seemed uncomfortable. It hadn't
occurred to me that he found me attractive in any way. My face burnt red
with embarrassment with the idea that he thought I was trying to cock
tease him.
"Well, I .... " I babbled. "Sorry, I didn't mean.... I don't..."
"Shut up, you slut." Lucas laughingly chided me. "You're not the first
boy to ever discover his hot new girly powers."
I was stunned with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to tease
you."
"Don't be such a drama queen. I not struggling to keep my dick in my
pants because of you. You're not THAT hot," Lucas said.
I realized that Lucas had turned the tables on me and I was now the one
having his, or her balls busted.
"You're such a bitch!" I said jokingly.
Lucas smiled. "I am, but keep that's between you and me, ok?"
Lucas pulled his under shirt off over his head and I couldn't help but
notice his chest. It was toned and muscular with well defined abdominal
and pectoral muscles. Like the chest of a Olympic swimmer. But the thing
that really drew my attention were his nipples. They were large, round
and feminine. They stood out, proudly in the cool AC.
"Now who's checking who out?" Lucas said, crossing his arms to cover his
chest.
"Sorry, but your nipples are very.... I just thought you were..." I
trailed off, unsure as to what I did actually think.
"You thought I was just female between my legs?" Lucas replied. "No, I
got the full package. Sorta, I guess I'm just lucky that in my case, the
process didn't really change my overall structure. I'm still the same
build and height I was when I came here, just with some female
characteristics."
"But you consider yourself a man still?" I asked.
"Really, I don't consider myself male or female. I struggled with it
alot at first but, over time i found, I hadn't changed in my head and I
found no reason to start changing my life to fit a female roll. So I
just kinda, carried on as normal and no-one seemed to care."
"But people call you Mr and Sir?" I questioned.
"People call me what they call me," Lucas replied. "But yes, I like to
keep my change under wraps. I still look enough like a man that people
don't question me, they call it like they see it. I just don't correct
people and no-one is any the wiser. I guess in that way it's a lot
easier for me, than you."
"Yeah, must be nice," I said.
"Yeah, I guess it is," Lucas replied as he pulled his t shirt over his
head.
"But what about the girls you date and the bars you go to? They must
know you're female, right? I thought out loud.
We had finished getting changed at this point and Lucas led me through
into a small private workout space, mirrored walls, with a multi gym at
one end and a martial arts mat taking up the other. Heavy punch bags
hung around the edges. We walked towards the weights.
"Well, that's a little different. That kinda started by accident," Lucas
explained as he set himself on the equipment. "I was out at a bar
drinking my sorrows away, thinking I would never have a normal life
again. I'd kind of retreated into myself. I was becoming bitter and
angry. I felt like a freak and I figured no woman would every let me
near them again. So anyway, I'm sitting at a bar outside town and a
beautiful girl comes and sits down next to me. She introduces herself as
Alexis. She's easily a 10, funny, smart and sexy. I think that actually
made me feel worse. I tried to give her the brush off but she wouldn't
take the hint. She just plowed on and eventually we ended up having a
nice chat. It felt like i was spending an evening with an old friend. We
talked about nothing and the world.
Lucas trailed off. Seeming to be lost in thought.
"So what happened?" I pressed.
"I got drunk. I was at least five drinks deep when she found me. We
drank and talked until the bar closed. From that point on things get a
little spotty. I remember making out with her in the back of a cab. I
woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon cooking. When I found
that I was naked in a strange bed I kinda freaked out." Lucas smiled. He
began to draw the bar down and do a set of lat pull downs.
"Holy shit, I'm sure you weren't the only one who freaked out. What did
you do?" I said.
He finished his set and turned back to me. "I wrapped the sheet around
shoulders and followed the smell of bacon. She was cooking and smiled
when I came into the kitchen, she positively died laughing when I asked
her what happened last night. She told me that she had seen how drunk I
was and figured that I wouldn't be able to get it up for her like she
wanted but, because I could barely stand, she would give me a bed for
the night. Apparently I had been very eager during the cab ride and so
she thought I might rally. We made out on the cab ride home and when we
arrived thing got even more heated. Once in the bedroom I had gone down
on her, which she was very impressed with but when she took down my
pants to return the favor, she found my secret. Apparently I just looked
up for a moment and said 'oh yeah, I meant to tell you about that' and
passed out."
"Wow, and she didn't kick you out?" I was gripped by his story.
"No, it turns out that Alexis was a lesbian who had just gotten out of a
bad relationship and had gone to the bar to hook up with a random cock
as some kind of payback to her ex. When she found out that I wasn't what
I seemed, she figured that I had actually done her a favor by stopping
her doing something really stupid. She said that she should have known
that I was a Drag-King because no real man would be such fun to talk
to," Lucas laughed. "So I told her I was new in town and she invited me
to a local gay bar. She always introduces me as her Drag friend and I
ended up quite liking the role. No-one questions it and I just get
treated like a straight guy."
"That's quite a story, bro. You lucked out," I replied.
"Yeah, I'll take you there some night if that's something you'd like,"
Lucas offered.
I thought about it for a moment. "I'm not sure I'm ready for the dating
scene just yet. And I would make a piss poor Drag-King looking the way I
do now." I smiled.
"Yeah, You'd never find a way to hide those big guns of yours" Lucas
offered. We both laughed. "Ok now, hot shot show me what you've got."
I sat down and pulled the bar down to check my form. It felt odd in my
new body, the strange movement of my breasts as I pulled down, the extra
distance created by my wider hips, even my shorter arms created a
challenge but after a few practice pulls I felt ok.
"Ok, you can add the weight now," I said.
"How much more do you want?" Lucas asked.
"Lets start low, 50lbs," I said as I adjusted my grip.
"What do you mean start with 50lbs? I haven't taken my weight off yet,
you just did three reps with 200lbs." Lucas sounded amazed.
"Really? It's didn't feel like anything! Add another 50lbs," I said.
Lucas kept adding weight and I kept pulling with ease. We moved on to
other sections on the machine and in the end I maxed out on every one. I
ran out of plates to add. I wasn't even tired. Lucas suggested trying
free weights next time to see what i could really do. Lucas explained
that he had slightly increased muscle power but nothing like i was
displaying. Lucas suggested we moved onto the mat and spar a little. We
went slow and easy, just going through the motions. I was very concerned
about hurting Lucas by accident and held back. Despite this we still
knocked each other around a little.
After Lucas was able to slip a couple of light punches through my guard
I said, "Damn, you're fast even when I can see you're holding back. That
last punch stung!"
"Aww, did I hurt the little babies feelings?" teased Lucas as he bounced
around the mat.
"I would kick you in the balls right now but that wouldn't do anyone any
good," I mock threatened.
"Actually, it hurts more than you'd expect. But the aftermath isn't
anywhere near as intense. You know what does hurt like a bitch though?"
Lucas continued to bounce.
"No, wha...." I barely got the words out before Lucas lunged forward
with a sidekick and kicked me straight in the chest, connecting squarely
with my left breast. The force rocked me back, the breath left my chest,
I dropped my guard and my arms swung in to hold my aching breast. I fell
backward but was caught by someone behind me and lowered to the ground.
I gasped for air and tears rolled down my face. As my vision cleared, I
looked up into Lucas's worried face. I realized that he was the one who
caught me.
"I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to connect so hard. I thought you'd
move," Lucas said.
"Fuck me, that really hurts," I gasped.
"Yeah, I know. I was just messing around. I'm so sorry!" Lucas sounded
concerned.
"No, don't worry. At least I learnt that lesson here and not on a
mission somewhere. Thanks for catching me." I smiled up into Lucus's
face.
It was awkward for a moment, being this close to someone for the first
time since I changed. Especially one I know found me, even a little,
attractive. Even though it was only Lucas.
"I leave you alone for 3 hours and you're already trying to sleep with
the new chick!" Sara's voice sounded from the doorway.
I suddenly fell the last few inches to the floor as Lucas sped out from
where he had been cradling me and stood in a fake "Who me?" pose against
the wall. Sara laughed.
"No, he wasn't doing anything" I protested, but then thought, why am I
defending us? "We were training and Lucas was trying to teach me
something and I fell."
"What did he do?" Sara asked with a dark expression.
I realized I was still rubbing the pain out of my boobs. I was caught. I
looked from Lucas to Sara. "It sounds worse than it is..."
"Tell me," Sara demanded.
"He kicked me in the tits," I mumbled.
Sara looked shocked and charged towards Lucas.
"You KICKED her in the breasts?" she yelled as she slapped him in the
arm in time with the words. "You are such an asshole!"
Lucas cringed away from her attack. "I was trying to show her something"
He protested.
"She's only just got them, you might have broken them!" Sara couldn't
continue the joke and started laughing. She stopped hitting Lucas and
turned towards me. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm ok. It was more of the shock. I didn't know that hurt that
much," I replied.
"It's a very closely guarded secret between women." Lucas winked. Sara
hit him again.
"You're still an asshole," she said.
"Whats with everyone hitting me today? I bruise easily." Lucas pouted.
We all laughed at that and then decided that we were all hungry. We
decided to head back to the residential block and make some food. We
gathered at Lucas's place because, unlike me he had actual food in his
cupboards.
His place was neat and tidy. Stylishly furnished in leather and chrome.
Framed sports posters on the wall and a collection of action movies and
books about war on the shelves. Sara said it needed a woman's touch,
which made us all laugh. Lucas was a surprisingly good cook. He rustled
up a very good pasta dish with fresh tomatoes and meatballs. It was nice
to sit and talk with friends again. It reminded me of being in the field
with my old platoon but with much, much more comfortable surroundings.
We talked about sport, movies and told old war stories.
I asked Lucas what happens now with the program. I said that I figured
It was pretty screwed now that I had changed genders. Lucas said that
the company had contingency plans in place for this because it had such
a high risk of happening.
"Yeah, I guess they would. It seems that I was the only one that didn't
work that one out." I smiled sheepishly.
"Yup, smooth move. By the way." Sara laughed.
"It just means that the type of missions will change slightly.Time
frames get expanded. You'll get extra training, of course," Lucas
explained.
"Extra training?" I questioned.
"Yeah, you have a whole new set of skills to learn, not only your
enhanced abilities but also your....er...feminine mystique as well."
Lucas grinned.
"My what?" I almost spat my drink across the room.
"You'll have to learn to use that body of yours to get what you want,"
Sara teased.
Lucas laughed but tried to bring the talk back on track. "Not just that
but you'll have to learn how to deal with situations differently. People
deal with women, especially small, young looking women, way differently
than they deal with men. You have to know how to work round that or use
it to your advantage."
"Well, yeah. I guess," I mumbled. This hadn't occurred to me. How would
I command respect on operations in this body. I knew full well how women
are viewed in combat units. "So TMF is going to teach me how to be GI
Jane?"
Lucas laughed, "You already know how to be a soldier. TMF need to teach
you how to operate in the field as essentially, a super heroine and not
end up dead or on the front page. You'll have a month to get accustomed
to the new and improved you. We'll help you with that. And then you're
training really begins."
"That sounds ominous," I said.
"It isn't as bad as he makes it sound. We'll make it fun," Sara came and
sat beside me.
"So what do I do for a month before training?" I asked.
"Well, honestly you seem to be adjusting really, really quickly. I mean
quicker than even I did," Sara said. "So that's gonna make a huge
difference. You seem to be doing the hard work for us, and in record
time. You'll have to sit down with the head shrink-er a few times but
mostly it'll be us showing you how to live as a woman. Show you that
your life isn't over."
"Ok, well that doesn't sound too bad," I said.
"Yeah, you've been through worse," Lucas said. "But it'll be a lot of
info to process in what'll seem like a short amount of time."
"So when do we start?" I asked.
"Tomorrow" Sara and Lucas replied together.
We sat and chatted until around 10, then I was hit by a wave of
tiredness and decided to go back to my apartment. Sara said she'd walk
me back on the way to her apartment. As Sara walked down the hall
slightly ahead of me, chatting over her shoulder, I couldn't help but
notice what great shape she was in. Her butt especially was perfect. The
strange thing was I realized that I wasn't as much thinking of her in a
purely sexual way, but equally in a comparative way. She was taller than
me, her legs were longer then mine and, I thought, her hips gave her a
more pleasing shape.
"You gonna stare at my ass all the way back?" I suddenly heard Sara ask.
I realized my eyes had been resting on her ass for some time. "I wasn't
really staring, more lost in thought and your ass got in the way." I
smiled.
"Cute, but you're not my type," Sara responded with a grin.
"Whats wrong with me?" I joked.
"For a start you're too soft in the wrong places and you don't have the
right interface," Sara shot back.
"Not 'Mech' enough for you, huh?" We both laughed. "Can I ask you a
serious question?"
"Sure." She nodded.
"Do you sleep with your prosthesis on?"
Sara looked at me for a moment. "That is serious. But, it depends. Most
of the times, yes. But sometimes, I like to take them off before I go to
sleep. It sounds weird but sometimes I like the brief feeling of
helplessness before l fully wake up and remember my prosthesis are right
next to me," She thought about that for a moment. "That's pretty weird,
huh?"
"Er.... Yeah, that's pretty weird. But then I'm starting to think that
that's what we all have in common here. Our weirdness," I said as we
arrived at my door.
"I think you're more right than you know," Sara said. "Are you going to
be ok on your own or would you like me to stay over."
"I think I'll be ok. I've got to be on my own sometime," I said.
Sara agreed and said goodnight. As I entered the room and the door
closed behind me, I started to think back over the last couple of days.
The offer from TMF, sleeping with the Doctors. my plans for all the
money I was going to have, waking up in this body, the trip to town,
even the way I was now dressed.It felt like a lifetime of craziness
crammed into a few days. All the things I'll never be able to do again,
like pee standing up, fucking a beautiful woman and getting her
pregnant, being 'one of the boys'. All the things that had changed in my
life and how it would never be the same again. It was like a torrent of
rain slamming into me and, where, moments ago I was happy and enjoying
time with my new friends, I was suddenly sobbing uncontrollably. I just
couldn't stop. It wasn't even that I was depressed. There was sadness in
the mix of emotions but this almost felt like a pressure release valve
blowing inside and all my emotions came flooding out. I fell to my knees
on the carpet, then to my hands and finally rolled onto my side and
curled up in a ball as tears ran down my face like mountain streams.
I cried and cried. I had never cried so much in my life. It felt like
hours. At one point I was worried that I was loosing my mind. But then
as suddenly as it had started, the tears stopped. I laid on the floor
for a moment and did an assessment of myself. I felt good. I felt like a
lot of the days stress had been lifted from my shoulders. It struck me
that maybe this was what I had heard women refer to as "a good cry."
I laughed and slowly got up off the floor.
I walked into my bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes
were ringed red. The tracks of tears were evident on my face. I smiled
and the face that smiled back at me suddenly struck me as very cute. If
the girl in the mirror had been here, in-front of me I wouldn't have
been able to resist giving her a hug and telling her everything was
going to be ok. Even though I wasn't sure it would be. Only time would
tell.
I pulled my top off and then reached around and undid my bra, as Sara
had told me to after Lucas had ratted me out for pulling it all off over
my head at the gym. The sudden relief as the straps no longer bit into
my shoulders and sides was like heaven. I wondered briefly if I could
try and get away without a bra sometimes but, when I pulled on a loose
t-shirt to sleep in, I answered my own question. If I thought I was
getting checked out now, seeing my unrestrained boobs bouncing under my
t-shirt with their big hard nipples poking through the material would
get me mobbed. I smiled at that thought and figured that I would try and
find a more comfortable bra in the shopping trip that I knew would be in
my future. I brushed my teeth and washed my face. I thought about having
a shower but remembered that I hadn't really worked up a sweat, so
decided against it.
I walked out to my bedroom, removed my jeans and climbed into bed. I
can't say for sure that I was asleep before my head hit the pillow but I
wouldn't be surprised.
Nadene
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