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DISCLAIMER: All people in this story are fictional and any resemblance
to living people is a cryin' shame. It was created to be a pleasant
fantasy.
CHARACTER CHART:
Loren: 5'6, longish dark hair. Small A-cup naturally. Effeminate guy.
Cindy: 5'2. Asian. A-cup. Hair that goes halfway down her back dyed
blue. Rebellious, but self-conscious.
Karen: 5'10, athletic build. B-cup. Long blonde hair sometimes kept in
ponytail. Pragmatic.
Jenna: 5'6. Perfect hourglass figure. DD cup breasts. Optimistic,
detail-oriented, and logical.
Beth: 5'4. Top-heavy, a few pounds extra. The nerdy apple of Loren's
eye.
Landlady Dee: Dark skinned. Taller than Loren's male body. Cold and
foreboding personality.
Zeena: 5'8: Fire magic user. Traveling dimensions in order to find her
lost dragon. Red hair, modest breasts.
PREVIOUSLY, ON BUNK BEDS: The threat of the landlady looms over Loren.
She has taken both his balls and half of his penis and won't return them
to him unless he convinces Beth to give her body to the landlady. Also,
in order to keep a job at a cafe, Loren is dressing as a woman outside
the house. Loren switched bodies with Jen, but in the dreamworld he
molded her into an exact copy of Beth. The last chapter ended with Beth
and Loren admitting they had feelings for each other but that Beth was
exclusively a lesbian. Despite this, the two had some awesome Beth-on-
Beth sex.
BUNK BEDS -- CHAPTER 10
BY ISIS ERIS
(Isis is the Egyptian Goddess of the Moon.)
***
I woke up with Beth's head resting on my breast - or, rather, on her own
breasts, since I was in a duplicate of her body. It felt good. My
breasts were pillowy enough that it didn't hurt and she seemed rather
comfortable, too.
"How long was I asleep?" I asked.
"Maybe an hour," Beth said.
I wasn't sure if she had also fallen asleep or if she was merely in a
state of great relaxation.
"This feels right," I said.
"Yeah, it does," she agreed.
It felt like a dream come true. Well, that's not quite true. I wasn't in
the right body, nor was I the right sex - but here I was, with the girl
from my dreams lying on top of me. I could feel the warmth of her skin
against mine, and I felt her head rise with every breath I took. Yeah,
this felt right.
"I'm kind of sad that you have to go back to your body," Beth said.
I wasn't quite ready for this moment to end.
"Yeah," I said. "Me too."
"Really?"
"I can't have moments like this in my true body," I said.
There was a pause.
"Do you think we could have this kind of fun even if I were physically
male?" I asked.
She thought on this, then said, "Well, if you keep dressing up as pretty
as you do, we might be able to have a little bit of fun together. I
still don't like the touch or the smell of the male body, but maybe if I
focus on the girl in you, we could -."
"The girl in me," I said, quietly.
"Sorry - I just meant your inner femininity," she said.
I started to sit up, and feeling my movement, Beth rolled over onto the
bed so as not to be thrown by my momentum.
"Beth, what's wrong with me?" I asked.
"I don't follow," she said, though I think she did. "In what way?"
"I've always been so feminine. I spent my free time in high school
shopping with a female friend. Actually, all my closest friends have
been female. When I'm given the chance to have sex with you in a dream I
don't use my natural body parts. And being in a female body doesn't feel
all that wrong to me, even though Karen and Cindy said they didn't like
to be in a guy's body - and it really rattled Jenna. Beth, what's wrong
with me?"
I could feel it. I was standing on the edge of that cliff again - like
how I felt when I was in the changing stall with Beth. Or like that
weird dream where I was staring down a literal cliff. The voice in the
dream had told me to jump - but did I really want to go down this way?
"Loren, you're crying," she said softly.
"What's wrong with me?" I asked again.
She kissed me on the lips.
"Whatever this is, or whatever you are, it's not wrong. You are what you
are, naturally, and that can't be wrong."
"Yeah, maybe," I said.
I wasn't so sure about that.
"Pretending to be a male-to-female transsexual doesn't bother me that
much. Should it bother me? Would it bother most guys?" I asked.
"It probably would bother other guys. But you don't have to worry about
how a hypothetical 'they' feels. This is about how you feel."
"I'm really confused."
"I love you, Loren, and I'll help you in any way I can."
We embraced, and I put my head on her shoulder.
"Beth," I said. "I might not be a guy. If that makes sense."
She held me tighter.
"You don't have to figure this all out at once," she said.
"You all already knew this, didn't you? You could sense it somehow."
"I think the other girls were just teasing you when they said things
like that. I think it was supposed to be a sort of compliment - that
they felt comfortable with you."
"You said the other girls just now. That means - "
"Loren, you can't base your own identity on how other people see you. If
you do that, it's not your identity - it's somebody else's."
"But," I started, "the grammar of your sentence. You meant it
differently than our friends."
"If you told me you were female, not only would I believe you, I'd say I
could see it. But again, this is about you."
"Yeah."
I turned to face her.
"When I was growing up, my dad would tell me I wasn't 'manly' enough," I
said. "That I was supposed to be a guy and that I was doing it wrong. I
felt like I was malfunctioning, or something. And I thought that the
only thing to do was to become more masculine, even though that didn't
feel right. But now, for the first time, I'm thinking the other
direction might be the right answer. What would happen if I just 'let
go' to being masculine all together?"
"I don't know," Beth said.
"Not knowing stuff is scary," I sighed.
"Right now you're with me. So just relax, and let my pleasure wash over
you."
***
Eventually I ventured out of Beth's room to get something to drink. I
was really hoping for a soda but was fully expecting to come back with a
glass of water. Even when you made it clear that you bought the pack for
yourself they had a tendency to disappear pretty quickly.
I saw Cindy sitting at the kitchen table, looking down at her phone. She
was absentmindedly twirling her long blue hair.
"Free-boobin' it today, Beth?" She asked as I passed by her vision.
"I'm Loren," I said.
"Oh," she said. "Wait a minute; have you two been in that bedroom all
day?"
"Yeah," I said, trying to play it off as a normal thing.
"Oh, damn. Maybe we need to make a rule about roommates sleeping with
each other."
It occurred to me I had suggested the same idea to Beth not so long ago.
Thank goodness I never actually brought that up in one of our group
meetings.
"You won't tell anybody about what happened, will you?" I asked.
"No," she said. "But it's pretty obvious what went down."
I laughed nervously.
"So what's it like?" she asked me.
"What?"
"Having giant breasts like that. You've had my body before - you know
what mine are like."
"The weight isn't as big a deal as you'd think," I said. "And they start
to get sweat stuck under them. And your nipples are way more sensitive
than hers but I don't know if that's do to size or not."
Cindy nodded at each revelation and then sighed.
"I really do wish my breasts were bigger. People mistake me for a high
school freshman 'cause I'm short and flat-chested."
"You look fine," I said.
"You think so?" she asked.
"On my word as a lesbian, yes," I said.
She smiled.
I looked in the fridge and my box of soda was empty. Figures. So I got a
glass of water and headed to my desk in the living room. Karen was
stretching out and obviously comfortable. If I didn't know how
physically active she was I'd swear she was lazy. Jen was sitting next
to Karen with her legs crossed - in my body. If I weren't so familiar
with my own anatomy I might think it was a girl sitting there.
I sat down next to her and asked her how her day had been.
***
This is the story she told me:
"You know how you suggested I go to the gym with Karen? Well, I ended up
doing that. I ended up dressing pretty girly - a nice blouse, sports
bra, some demi pants. It wasn't because you were going through a fake
transition to keep your job. I'd forgotten about that, actually. But I
just couldn't stand the concept of dressing like a guy. But I did take
some of your clothes to use as gym clothes since you hadn't put any in
your locker yet. You really ought to make use of that membership, Loren.
But anyway, Karen drove me to the gym. We were walking and talking and I
almost went right into the women's room. But Karen discretely stopped
me, and reminded me I was supposed to use the men's changing room. I had
this feeling of dread wash over me, but I went in. Karen knew you locker
and combo number from when she was in your body, so I knew where to go.
I opened your locker and got your gym clothes out of my bag. But
something weird happened to me - I just started crying. Bawling. Right
there, on a bench in the men's locker room. You know how I'm usually a
well put-together person. I'm a born problem solver! But I just lost it.
It was sort of like a panic attack.
This tall guy came over, and started to comfort me. I realized he must
be Greg - that guy Karen hooked up with when she was in your body. I
didn't actually know the guy, but it felt good to be held. I calmed down
a little. He asked me what was wrong and so I told him that I just
couldn't' stand it - stand being in the men's locker room, wearing men's
clothes, or dressing with men. He petted my hair and said he had
wondered about my gender identity.
But he got me to my feet and told me that even if the town isn't super
progressive, the college Is - and so is their gym. Greg offered to go up
to the front desk with me and get the gender on my ID card changed and I
accepted. He's a real gentleman. I tried to explain to the lady at the
front desk and when I broke into tears Greg finished the story. They
were really understanding - they issued me a card with an "F" on it and
told me to contact them if anyone gave me problems about it. They also
said I should come back when I don't have red eyes from crying to re-
take the picture.
I really felt relieved - like my womanhood had been restored. Well, it
hadn't, physically - I was still in your body. And even if you have been
magically emasculated, it still wasn't the body of a woman. Although I
still was a woman, deep inside. In my soul, if you will. And nobody can
see another person's soul.
So I went into the women's room. There were a couple of girls there with
me, but I tried not to make eye contact with them. Usually I'd just
smile in greeting but I was afraid that my body would be frightening or
disturbing to them. I got changed as quickly as I could and left.
I decided to work on your legs. That crappy old truck of yours breaks
down a lot so I figured you'd have to do a lot of walking. And I know
the saying about glass houses and all of that, but you really ought to
work out a little more. You're in terrible shape and your body was
covered n sweat.
Frankly, it stank. So I decided I'd risk taking a shower. It was
probably a bad idea but I think I slipped back into the mindset of it
being natural for me to be in the women's locker room. So I went and
showered - I had brought shampoo along, too. But mid-way through the
shower this girl chose the spot next to me. She was a tall girl - curly
hair, busty and big hipped. Karen had described this girl to me as well
- apparently she's not shy about her sexuality. .."
As she continued telling the story, I realized she was talking about
the young woman I had sex with in the sauna. In Karen's body. Only Beth
and I knew that.
"...And she told me her name was Melissa. I was pretty scared but she
didn't seem offended by my presence. In fact, she was checking me out.
Her gaze got stuck on my genitals. She remarked on how I had been
castrated and I was kind of like, "Uh-huh." she said that she'd never
seen a woman's penis before.
I turned to look at her then. I don't know - I think it was that she had
looked at my dick and still managed to see a woman. That felt so good,
just being recognized like that. I got such a headrush that I actually
got an erection. Melissa asked if she could touch it, and I said yes -
she stroked it slowly, softly, she said that my penis was as smooth as
silk and so much softer than a man's. I was done shampooing and
conditioning my hair then, so I thanked her and left.
But I was kind of tempted to go farther with her. I've never thought of
myself as being bi, so I don't think it was her body. It was something
to do with how she was treating me so gently. I kinda wanted that
connection to go farther. But, I didn't.
After all that I've basically spent the day sipping tea and reading. I
really have to work hard to distract myself from that feeling of
wrongness."
***
When her story was done she asked me how my day had been.
"I was catching up on my sleep," I said.
She nodded, but there was suspicion on her face. Gears were turning in
her trying to figure out what I wasn't telling her. Luckily, Jen didn't
know that Beth was a lesbian yet, so I don't think she could imagine the
two of us sleeping together. Yet at the same time, as Cindy had warned,
the obvious possibility was there. But the thought passed.
"I'm looking forward to being in my body again, though," she said,
before smirking. "Are you?"
I blushed and it was more obvious on my feminine face.
"It's a nice body and all, but..."
She had a smug smile.
***
I said good night to everyone, including Beth - who gave me a kiss - and
went to Jen's room. After changing into a nightgown I remembered the
idea for an experiment Beth and I had awhile back. I brought my laptop
and my webcam into my room and focused the view on the bottom bunk. We
knew that at some point in the night our bodies switched beds and I
wanted to see what it looked like. I wrote a sticky note explaining what
was going on and put it on the door. I didn't want to freak Jen out.
So I laid down, and went to sleep.
***
I was horny - and I was standing in the white void again.
Jen was standing across from me still inside my own body. I could see
both by how flushed her face was and the fact that her penis was as hard
as it got - which was two inches, after our landlord's alterations. I
had chosen the bottom bunk so that meant she was in control.
"I would like to fuck you, if that's alright," Jen said.
I felt a tinge of agency and nodded.
I laid down on the ground - though, seemingly, there was no ground - and
spread open my legs. Jen got on top of me and wasted no time trying to
guide her dick into me. Once she seemed satisfied, she started pushing
her hips in and out - but oddly, I didn't feel anything. I was pretty
certain I was supposed to feel something. Was something wrong?
I laid there for awhile just watching Jen's panting face.
***
The location had changed but I was still somewhere in that weird- in-
between world. I checked, and I was back in my body - back in the real
world Jen was probably back in hers, too. My landlady entered the scene
dressed in a style halfway between business woman and magician. She was
frowning.
"Listen, Loren. The bunkbeds only allow so many changes, and we've used
up a lot of them. That means that you are running out of time," She
said.
Two glowing blue orbs appeared as if out of her sleeve and were joined
by a glowing blue cylinder. I knew what these were - they were the
essence of parts of my body she had taken from me. My balls and two
inches of my penis.
"Strike one," she said.
She clenched one hand dramatically and one of the lights faded into
nothing. I felt a strange phantom pain aching between my legs.
"Your left testicle is gone. Forever. Even if I were to suddenly become
magnanimous I couldn't bring it back. Do you understand how serious this
situation is? I want Beth's body."
"I understand," I said.
"Good," she said.
***
I woke up. Once I had my bearings, I hopped out of the bed to see what
my laptop recorded. I heard heavy breathing, so I turned around - and
Jen was masturbating with electric fury!
"Jen," I said, looking away.
"I woke up so fucking horny," she said, breathing hard.
I stopped the recording and deleted all of the video footage that showed
Jen fingering herself beneath the covers. Right as I hit the delete
button I heard a short cry from Jen. After a little bit of relaxing, she
came over to my side.
"I usually wake up from those things satisfied," she said. "What the
hell went wrong?"
I was playing the video from the start at a high speed.
"I couldn't feel your penis inside me at all. I wasn't even sure it was
in," I said.
She was embarrassed. "I'm so sorry - that must have been awful for you!
I feel so inconsiderate!"
I shrugged. "It was over pretty quick."
It occured to me that Jen, in my body, was having sex with a copy of
Beth's body. That's probably the closest that event will ever come to
actually happening.
"But that means - it was your dick. That means you can't," she said, and
then paused to find the right words. "I don't think you can have
penetrative sex with women anymore, Loren."
"The landlady destroyed one of my testicles. That's gone for ever," I
said.
Jen gave me one of those awkward hugs where one person is sitting and
trying not to actually be a part of the embrace.
"I knew what this would mean, for you, in the end. But I didn't quite
get the gravity of it until now," she said.
"There!"
I froze the video right when Jen, in her original body, appeared in the
bottom bunk. I rewound it a second and it was me in my transformed body
again. I started increasing the frames one tenth of a second at a time.
There wasn't any burst of colorful light or magic gas or anything - in
an instant, the bodies had switched places. The switch seemed to have
happened at 3:00.10 AM.
"That really doesn't tell us much, though," Jen said, disappointed.
"It was worth a shot," I said.
She sat on her bed and patted it, motioning for me to join her - her
face was serious. I had no idea what this meant or where it came from
but I joined her.
"Loren," she said slowly. "There is one thing I'd like to talk to you
about, if you'd be willing."
"What?" I asked.
"Neither Karen nor Cindy felt right while they were in your body. They
handled it pretty well, but I'm sure they could feel that pervasive
sense of...wrongness. I couldn't handle it, though. At all. Now, I'm not
an expert on transgender issues, but I think what we were experiencing
was called body dysmorphia. I think I what I just went through was what
a transwoman goes through every day. But I don't get the sense that you
feel that when you're in one of our bodies."
Jen paused and let the implication hang heavy in the air.
"I know you and I aren't exactly the closest out of this little group,
but if you ever want to talk about - things - I'm here to listen, and I
won't judge," she said.
Jen had managed to figure out that I probably wasn't a male, gender
identity wise. Damn, Jen's mind is fast and efficient at putting things
together. But I didn't say anything in response to her. She gave me a
hug and we both got ready for the day.
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