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Sins of the Ancestor: part 2 Author's note: I should apologise to many of you. I had intended Sins to be at least a two part tale (depending on reception) but gave no indication of that. Instead I just cut off the story fairly abruptly. The abruptness was intended but giving an impression of a complete tale was not. My apologies. I'd like to thank the reviews given to part 1 so far. Like so many writers, I worry about my work and seeing those comments has helped spur me to write this installment. Thank you! I have some comments at the end in response to individuals but there's one I want to put here first. Aran'Gar, keep reading. I promise I don't plan on this being lazy. Inept I can't help, but not lazy. For those new to the tale.. It's part two. Go and read part one first for this to make sense. ***** "Jenny!" I yelled at her in shock and embarrassment, leaping to my feet. I stood there for a half-second, mouth open to curse her when my legs promptly folded and I landed on my arse with a yelp. That small exertion had my thighs burning like I had run a marathon. Shit, was I that weak I couldn't even stand? "Haha, that was classic, Erika. Nice one!" I lifted my dumbfounded gaze from my legs to Jenny. She was tugging her knickers and jeans back up her legs and chuckling happily. I frowned. "Don't," I growled. At least I tried, but I lacked the vocal depth now it seemed. "Don't, call me that." "What? Erika?" Her voice was rife with genuine confusion. I pushed myself into a sitting position as she rose from the chair and approached, her eyes roving my body constantly. Damn, even that little effort made my arms ache. "Duh, just makes sense. You were Erik, now you're Erika." "The fuck I am. IF I stay like this, I'm going to pick my own sodding name and not just whack an 'a' on my actual name like some lazy ass gimp." Jenny paused, hands on his and eyebrow raised as she considered it. "I guess I wouldn't want to just be 'Jonny'. You made sense. That's weird, I'm used to you be the self absorbed, homophobic arse. Come on, let's get that arse back on the couch." She knelt down and had her arms around me before I could react. I got as far as "wha-" before she straightened, grunted and unceremoniously half lifted, half tossed me back on the sofa. She oofed down alongside me, her right arm trapped under my body. And as she was doing this, my lungs filled with the smell of her. I don't know if it was the changes to my body or I simply paid more attention when stupefied but my nose told me more than I ever realised it could. Her arousal hit me first. She was wet, her pussy now post- orgasmic and smelt divine. She had washed. Not just a cursory bits and pieces attempt, but a full on, body scrubbing affair that left her smelling of soap and roses. I liked it. There was also an underlying, sour hint of fear to her aroma. Just a trace, low enough to give doubts that it was actually real. I didn't believe those doubts. An ache in my chest welled up that I don't think was anything to do with the shit I'd just gone through. There was far more to her scent than those elements. There was summer sunshine, banter and belly laughs. There were days spent wandering endless through woods we knew better than our own homes. Sick days wrapped in blankets trying to make each other laugh so hard they'd puke. There was the wonder of my brand new Wii when I had been 11 and the hours we spent playing Wii Sports or, later, chasing each other on Mario Kart, lobbing shells and dropping bananas. There was the awkwardness of puberty, of watching her chest grow puffy under her shirt as we started secondary school. The absent noting, followed by avid attention as my own adolescence set in, of those tits slowly developing until they became the magnificent pair of double DDs (I guess we're even on watching tits grow now though). There was the camaraderie of someone that knew me utterly, how to make me laugh and cry, even how... Even how I would react to that secret. A secret that had to have been part of her very core. The secret she had hidden from everyone including, or maybe even especially, me. I met her eyes. Brown with the tiniest flecks of copper that would flash when she was truly pissed off. Amusement creased the edges, smoothing away into a frown as she saw my serious expression. This was Jenny. My best friend and first love, a woman who even after I had abandoned her and been utterly selfish, had come to help me when told I needed it. I had hurt her and been hurt by her as only a narcissist could be. I raised my hand and cupped her cheek. "Erik, are-" "Shut up. Let me say this." She hushed and listened, her eyes tracking back and forth between each of mine. Holy hell, I must look serious. Still, the copper flecks weren't flashing, so it could be worse. I swallowed, my voice suddenly filled with unintended huskiness. "Jen. I'm a dick. I'm a dick now and I was a real dick before. You tried to tell me something huge and I-" I was cut off by her. She grabbed me to her, not so much kissing me as smashing her lips into my own. It hurt a little, but damn was it good. Moments ago I had been swamped by exhaustion, even cupping her cheek had taken an effort of will. That was then.. The kiss - and we soon turned it into one - breathed over the smouldering embers that still burned faintly in my veins, stoking to a roar with her own fervour. I slid my hand into her long black hair and tangled my fingers. I pressed my naked body to her clothed form, my right knee pushing between hers. Our tongues wrestled in a duel neither wanted to win. Hers had a secret weapon in the form of a stud near the tip. Where else had she gotten pierced? Why did I care? I set about trying to steal that stud, attacking it with my tongue in a futile, fun way. Jenny parted her knees and my thigh slid between hers, rising as our bodies shifted. I forced the muscles of my left arm into weary action, rolling her onto her back and me on top of her. I tensed my thigh, pushing to her crotch as I... As I failed to grind my cock into her hip. I had no cock. I had no fucking cock! Yeah, I know. I should have realised this already. Hey, I was exhausted and swimming in a metric crapton of hormones and residual magic (or whatever the fuck it was that did this to me). That's not counting whatever the magic did to my mental faculties and reasoning. All I knew was that right now events had proceeded as I was used to. Hot and heavy, bodies tight, legs parting and then the next stage, some good old dry humping, was a bust. I rocked back onto Jenny's knee, flinched as I went to settle my new and sensitive slit on her leg and moved slightly to one side to compensate. She misinterpreted my move and thought I was giving her space. She grabbed the hem of her top and with a grunt, yanked it over her head, disappearing to parts unknown. She reaching back to undo her bra when she noticed my attention was elsewhere. Instead of watching her (and part of me was kicking myself that I wasn't), I staring between the cleft of my own tits at the dark blond curls that covered a distinctly cockless pubic mound. "Hey." I gave no response, so she kept it mature, grabbed my wrists and forced them behind my back. "HEY!" "Ack." Eloquent, aren't I? "Fuckwad, I'm talking now," she tugged my arms to emphasise her point. Before this, I could have resisted her easily, letting her restrain me would have been a choice. Now, though, between the muscle loss, the shrinking (I thought, hadn't really stood yet to really check) and sheer exhaustion wearying my body, I was at her mercy. "Yeah. You were a dick. I fucking hated you and hated losing you. Don't you dare look like that." She pressed my wrists together then clasped them in one hand then wagged a finger in front of my face. "You were a dick, now you're a chick. You were a complete cunt. And I kinda deserved it. And know what?" I wasn't sure I liked the sudden smirk she wore. "You can finally answer an age old question. Which gender gets the best fuck." Her gaze dropped from mine to my chest. She ogled my tits, firm and pert with their hardened nipples standing out proudly. I felt a rush of heat rise in my cheeks of indignant, embarrassed pride. Her hand cupped my left tit gently. "You have no idea... yet," she murmured. "No i-oh." As I spoke, she squeezed, fingers digging into the fleshy orb, her thumb trapping my nipple to her hand and pinched. I shivered, flinching back as my vision swam. Jenny didn't let me get away. The pressure increased as she turned her wrist, the feeling was somewhere between pleasure and pain. It was utterly delicious. An empty, aching longing grew in me, a hunger for something other than food. Then the bitch released my tit, her hand loosely cupping it now. I blinked my eyes open at the sudden relief in time to see her forehead move towards my chin, obscuring my vision as her lips sealed around the areola. Her cheeks hollowed and she sucked my nipple into her mouth. Her tongue danced around, licking me seemingly at random. "Fffffffffffffuuuuuuck." This was so alien to my formerly male senses. My nipples had lacked this level of sensitivity and, while parts of me had entered women before, we're talking my cock or my fingers. Rigid, solid parts of me. No part of me had ever felt so... so... fucking pliant! My tit was trying to fill the void her suction made. I struggled in her grip but she grunted and dug her fingers into my wrists. She needn't have bothered. I wasn't trying to get away. I want to wrap my arms around her head, trap her mouth in place and ride her with my... Holy fuck. I wanted to ride her. With my cunt. It was my first conscious female desire and it scared the shit out of me. Until now, everything had been instinct. Hormone and enchanted lust had decided or at least driven my acts, but now... now that thought had been my own. Fuck. My thoughts must have been betrayed by my body, Jenny tutted - that was just odd to feel on my tit - and promptly bit down. Sensitive nipples have a downside and I tore back from her grin with such force I had to check for blood. Thankfully, there wasn't any but damn was my nipple swollen and reddened. "Enjoy that? I thought your boobs looked sensitive earlier. Lucky devil, I'm jealous." She dived forwards, this time to the other side and planted a series of quick, feather light kisses on and around the areola that left me squirming in sodden heat. That aching need grew, flaring in my belly until I was pretty sure you could fry eggs on my stomach. "P-please." I hadn't meant to say that. Jenny looked up, swirled her tongue around my nipple with a flourish before leaning back. She was as smug as the cat that got the cream. She straightened, snaring my vision on that deep crevasse of flesh formed by her tits. They were so much bigger than my own, round and succulent, and mine weighed down my chest. How did she cope? I pushed away the errant thought, glancing back up to see her smug look change into a full on, shit eating grin I knew so well. "What did you say?" I speared her with a glare. She laughed. I wrestled a hand free from her grip. She caught hold of it with her other hand and drew both my arms wide. Damn her. Damn my weak arms. "I said please!" "Please what?" "Please... you know." "Nope." "Bitch." "Yep." "You really going to make me say it?" "Payback is fun, huh?" I glowered at her, trying to decide if it was worth it. She winked at me, pursed her lips and blew me a kiss. Wait. That wasn't a kiss. That was just blowing. Cold air. Onto my wet nipples. Damn, that was fighting dirty. "Fuck me!" "You didn't say please." "ARGH! PLEASE! PLEASE FUCK ME RIGHT NOW." She moved fast. Before I could register each step of the process she had me on my back, her mouth pressed to mine as she knelt beside me. One hand cradled the top of my head, the other slid down my body, starting at my shoulder and caressing breast and stomach on its slow descent. My belly shivered with tension. Scrap that. All of me shivered, with nerves not tension. Had I really just asked my best friend to have sex with me? I didn't even know what lesbian sex is, and now she's nibbling my neck as her fingers are in my pubes and- Oh. I stared unseeing at the ceiling as Jenny cupped my sex, trying to process everything that was happening. I could feel her fingers on my lips, the base of her fingers at the apex of my cunt. She pressed lightly, just enough to tease my clit and distract me as her second and third fingers opened, parting my lips with them. I moaned, earning a chuckle and a glance from Jenny. When had we stopped kissing? Her fingers roamed over me but, surprisingly, avoided the action area. They trailed over my inner thighs (oh god, the curse hadn't... I need to shave my legs! Fuck!), over the crease where my legs join my abdomen, over my labia and pubes. Her mouth reached my breasts again and she resumed suckling, though with more gently. I twisted slightly, pushing one side up to force more into her mouth. Suck on that. It was exciting. It was nerve wracking. It was absolutely infuriating. I wanted this, my body needed this and yet, part of me was abhorred by this. I had never been so passive during sex. Even girl on top I would pull her forwards, grip her shoulders and buck my hips to fuck her properly. I was wrong, I should stop this, get my head on. Figure out what had happened to me and how I could change back. I opened my mouth to speak as her fingers found my clit. She gave me a single swirl of her finger. It lifted my back arching off the sofa, anchored by my head and feet. As a guy, sex and masturbation was always about my dick. It began with getting my flaccid member hard, then getting it in some orifice or just plain beating my meat, building up the fuck/wank to orgasm. Apparently I didn't work like that now. This was the first touch on anything other than my outer lips and I'd practically hit the fucking roof. And all she'd done was touch it for under a second! I slumped down, panting hard and seeing stars, barely registering Jenny repositioning herself. "Damn, girl," Grrr, I am not a gi... oh wait. "Talk about a hair trigger. I'll skip ahead to the good bit." I lifted my head, peering down the valley between mounts Pinky and Perky as she lifted my leg and slipped under. I saw a brief flash of her toothy grin before her mouth disappeared below 'see' level. Her first lick was long and broad, the flat of her tongue filling my cleft and touching all of my pussy. She finished with a flick of her piercing directly onto my clit and I heard my involuntary cry before I knew that I had made it. She licked again and I wriggled my hips, trying to get her tongue into the good spots. A few more swipes of her tongue and I didn't care that she had me mewling like a kitten. I just wanted more. More of her on my clit and more of her spreading of my entrance. If I could get a mouth each on my tits and another to tongue wrestle, then I'd be golden. Jenny gave no warning that she was going to change up the routine. Instead she gave a longer, piercing laden swirl on my clit and plunged two fingers straight to the knuckles in my cunt. Pain shot through me as I felt something tear. My mewls became significantly more colourful. "Huh. A virgin after all," was all the reaction she allowed. Fucker didn't even give me a glance. She kept her fingers in place and contented herself with soft, nuzzling laps on the apex of my sex. It worked, and the pain was swallowed by the pleasure. Her fingers started a slow motion back and forth in me. I bore down on them, squeezing with newly arranged muscles and fuck did it feel good. I reached down and grabbed fistfuls of her hair, using her head as leverage to grind my cunt on her tongue. I snarled in frustration as my eagerness spoiled her rhythm and hampered my rising climax. Her free hand took hold of one of mine as I forced my hips to still. She drew it carefully from her hair, placed on my chest and squeezed my tit through my hand. Now we were talking! I grope and pinched at my tits, twisting my nipples with far more savagery than they had ever received. Jenny fucked my cunt with her fingers, each pump of her digits sending a thrill through me. And I was getting closer. Unlike my old pre-change sessions where it all condensed in my cock to an explosion, this one I felt throughout my whole body. The tightening of my limbs, the coiling of tension in my belly, a twitching of my vaginal walls, a throbbing of my clit that echoed in my nipples, the clenching of my neck and jaw... I could hear my cries getting louder and louder. It was unmistakably the sound of a woman getting a thorough fucking. It was a sound I had adored hearing. Whether in my room or hers, that sound let everyone now my prowess at giving her a right royal fucking, a sound of worship to my ego. Now I was the bitch in heat, screaming out in adoration to my lover's skills. To my lover herself. To Jenny. My orgasm tore through me, released by the thought of my best friend buried in my cunt. My body went rigid, my climax straining every muscle I had. Jenny would much later tell me she worried I was about to crack her fingers, my cunt had clamped down so tight. My screams had snapped to a seething hiss between clenched teeth. I don't know if it lasted five seconds or five minutes. At that moment, I didn't care. The release was staggering, less focused than my male orgasms but so much more encompassing. The initial, strongest wave lost her hold on me and my body sagged in relief briefly before the next, muscle seizing spasm shook me. It was less violent, and only lasted half a millennia. I wanted to whine in protest as Jenny whipped her fingers free in the lull before my next wave seized me, this one too weak to lift me. The next barely twitched my legs, and then the remainder trailed slowly away. As my orgasm faded, my mind became foggy with exhaustion. Jenny was... close? I could smell her, under the scent of my own juices and felt her lips press to me. I tried to smile, to say her name. I might have whispered it but I never heard a response. I was already asleep. *** I awoke to a painful thirst and some kind of carnival bouncing off my skull. Someone had sandpapered my throat when I wasn't looking. Just breathing brought a rasping pain that sent me into a spasm of coughs. "Woah, Sweetie, easy. Here, here's water." Sara pressed a straw to my lips. My heart soared as I sucked the sweet, sweet nectar of cool water into my mouth and swallowed it down. That hurt, but was relieved almost instantly by the chilled liquid. I sucked that straw until it croaked along the bottom of the glass. "More?" I nodded, instantly regretting the motion as fireworks exploded in my eyes. I heard the rustle of her clothing as she rose. "I'll be right back." I let myself settle back into my bed. How the fuck I'd gotten there was beyond my memory but that was a distant concern at that moment. First, I set about the soul crushing task of cataloguing my pains. My head was arguing with my throat as to which hurt more, a contest that either way I was sure to be the loser. I didn't dare risk opening my eyes and my nose still had the ache from being smacked in the face a lifetime ago. My arms and legs had an ache set deep into their muscles. This felt like the worst hangover I had- Hangover? In a mad scrabble and a tangle of my duvet, I grabbed at my body, swore, tossed off the covers and grabbed again, one hand shooting to my chest and the other to my groin. I grabbed a tit and pubes. Fuck. Not an alcohol induced hallucination then. Maybe I'm mad? That'd be nice. A brief trip to the loony bin and I'd come out, male and ready to fuck the world. One way to test that theory came to mind and, impulsively, I seized it by pinching and twisting my nipple in one motion. My distinctly unmanly yelp brought Sara bursting through my door, slopping water over herself in her haste. I must have looked a sight, sat upright and rubbing at my abused nipple as she gave me a look filled with such worry. I'd not seen that look on her before. She offered the glass and I swallowed down the water mutely. Sara picked up my duvet and folded it over my legs, keeping herself busy. The water helped, both with the soothing of my throat and easing the pain in my head to just a dull roar. I broke the silence. "Not a bad dream then." Damn, was that my voice now? Christ it's weird to her a seeming stranger as I spoke. "No. No, I'm afraid it's not." I lay back on the bed. Yeah, I had my tits out. It was the least of my thoughts then. "Jenny?" "Had to go, she's got a class she can't miss this morning." I frowned, turning my head to protest when she cut me off. "It's Monday, you slept through Sunday completely. Even when we carried you up here." Monday. I'd missed my entire 21st birthday. Perfect! Perhaps I could be savaged by some rabid animal or spontaneously combust too. That would just round things off nicely for me. We sat in awkward silence. Sara had known what was going to happen to me. She had known for years. I wanted to scream in her face until I was hoarse. To unleash all the anger that I could feel festering in me. If it was anyone other than Sara I would already be in the middle of the biggest tirade of my life. But it was Sara and I don't raise my voice to her. Never have, never will. I had to speak though, and while I kept my voice quiet I could not hide the bitterness from my tone. "You knew." And she did. It was written on her face clearly. She had known all my life, apparently. Known that this huge event was looming in my future, ready to destroy all that I was. Known that and told me nothing. "Yes, Erik. I... I never knew how to tell you." "You couldn't even warn me to not go out?" "Oh Erik," her shoulders sank, deflated, "that I really do owe you an apology for. I thought your birthday would start the changes, it was only a chance look at my old journal that made me... I messed that up badly and ran out of time to get to you. I truly am sorry." I grunted, unsure how to respond and decided on silence. She broke it. "I bought you some clothes." "What?" "Top two shelves in your cupboard. I got you a few tops and jeans in different sizes. Find out whatever fits and we can take back the others. Underwear too, but you might want a proper bra fitting to make sure..." she kept on, talking in detail about the bits she had picked up for me but I tuned her out. Bra fitting? An image came to mind of being in a store, tits out and smiling like a fucking idiot as some woman - I would deck any guy the tried - felt up my tits and got paid for it. Fuck no, I would just go braless. Simple. "...account for you, when you've decided on a name." "Wait wait wait, what was that?" She smiled, she had known I wasn't listening but kept talking, using her old tactic of dropping something interesting in to get my attention. "I said I've saved some money in an account. When you decide on a name we can start to get you sorted with the account and ID and such. For now, there's five hundred pounds in an envelope in your clothes." She gave me a wan smile. "Telling you may have been hard but I have prepared for this in other ways. "Have you any thoughts on your name? If it helps you at all, your mum liked the nordic names of your heritage, hence she chose Sigrun for herself and Erik for you." I stared at her, the sheer enormity of it all hitting me for the first time. Erik-me was gone, never to return. Yet everything I had was as Erik. Bank account, mobile phone, rent contract, national insurance number... I had to replace it all. Somehow. How the fuck do you do that? Where do you start? Hell, I- Snapping fingers brought me out of the spiral. "Erik-" I bristled at the use of a name I so clearly could not keep, "-we'll take it one step at a time. You're not alone in this, okay? I'm always here. I have the next two weeks off work for whatever you need, and I can take more if it's needed. I know there's so much, but you can ask me anything, anything at all, about womanhood and I'll tell you all I know. So, Sweetie, is there anything I can tell you right now?" I hadn't realised the question was even on my mind yet the moment Sara asked, it was the only thing I wanted to know. It was simple, really and I spoke before I even thought about what I was saying. "What do I look like?" The shocked look on Sara's face would have been funny at any other time. Her mouth opened and closed as if her mind had been replaced with that of a guppy and, just once, she glanced down at my bare torso. It was obvious, I could see that it hadn't occurred to her. Of course, she's had the better part of two days to look at me and, given that I was naked in bed, she'd seen it all. She shook her head in a barely noticeable shake and composed herself to her usual state of poise. She stood up and offered me her hand. "Let's get you to the bathroom." Of course, for as long as I could remember Sara's shower included a full size mirror. I had spent hours of my life posing and flexing in that thing. And the room had a lock. I could poke and prod myself in security. Walking there was an entirely freaky experience. I jiggled and sashayed in areas and ways no man has before, it distracted me enough not to care that I was naked in front of my mum. I swear I wasn't trying to wiggle my hips, they just seemed to do that. Still, that was better than my chest. I'd always had hips, and what kid hasn't tried to walk like Jessica Rabbit at least once? My tits, however, were entirely new and every step set them in what I'm sure was a gentle motion but felt like being shaken by an earthquake. Sara closed the door, giving me privacy. I looked at the mirror. So it turns out swapping genders does not involve magic hair growth. My curly blond mop had looked sexily ruffled as a guy but now made me look tomboyish as a girl. I frowned at that. I didn't want to be a girl but if I was, and that 'if' was pretty damn steady looking now, then I was not going to look like I wanted to be a guy. Assuming this change was permanent, I was letting my hair grow. Okay, so that's the hair down. I lowered my attention to my face. My eyes had stayed blue and had they gotten more vibrant? No, my skin has paled and they just stood out more. My jaw had narrowed, losing its squareness and looked significantly thinner for it. I could see traces of Erik there but only barely. I didn't so much look like my sister than my cousin, three or four times removed. And I was pretty. Damn, for face alone I'd rate a nine. I probably should have guessed that. Mum had been a looker and Jenny certainly liked the view. There was no single stand out feature, I just had the best of all. Clear skin, aquiline nose, high cheekbones, the works. Out of curiosity I lifted my chin. Nope, no stubble and all traces of my Adam's Apple had receded into a long arching neck. My shoulders and arms were slim, all those days at the gym toning myself had been wiped away. The girl I was looking at didn't know how to lift, let alone have a number to toss around. My hands were narrower, fingers more slender than they had been yet no longer. My armpits were hairy. Damn, were there no perks to this curse? My breasts - shit that was still a weird thought - my breasts were... a B cup? Fuck no, they couldn't be. They had felt huge as I walked here, each step sending them bouncing away merrily. Yet, there they were in all their small glory. I felt somehow cheated, that I should have had tits so massive I was almost a parody of a woman. I sighed and looked closer. My areolas were about the size of a 50p (though thankfully not the shape), with nipples currently poking out maybe shy of a centimetre. My tits were high on my chest, showing no signs of sag and were to small for an underhang. Good. They were less than two days old, if they had framed my belly button I'd just shoot myself now. I tensed my stomach but there was no definition to my abdominals. Damn. I knew it had been unlikely after the slimming of my arms and shoulders, but abs are hot on guys or girls. I wanted to keep mine. Whatever, it was a small thing compared to the rest of the changes. My waist was small and not in a healthy, supple manner. Judging by them and the ribs I had on display, whatever had changed had burnt a crap-ton of calories doing so. I needed some weight to get to a decent body fat ratio. My hips flared out, unmistakably feminine and completely the shallow hour glass figure I now possessed. The whole pelvis was framed by my hip bones, standing noticeably next to the dips. The centre swelled slightly, I was thin but not skeletal. Then there was my cunt, hidden by the thatch of pubes. With my legs together like this, there wasn't much to see bar the lack of my old cock and balls. I parted my golden fuzz... and saw a pussy. After wanking my cock into a cunt and that... whatever it was Jenny and I had had, then this was the one part of body I was familiar with, this was it. In all honesty, it looked like every other cunt I had seen, unique in the details but the same in the broader strokes. My labia were fleshy, the inner tucked neatly away. My clit was hidden under her hood. Guess that she only comes out to play when it suits her, then.. My legs were too thin, lacking the roundedness of some muscle that I find so attractive. My knees were nobbled and bony. And my legs were fuzzy with fair hair. Ugh. That was not a good look. Then my feet were... well, a little smaller. Basically the same. They're feet, not one of my desires so I'd never paid great attention to them as a guy. I doubted I would now either. I raised my gaze, taking in my entire body rather focussing on the individual parts. I was, hairy legs and armpits notwithstanding, currently a seven. Give me some food and time in the gym and I could get that... I could... I burst into tears. Not just a delicate trail of them, I'm talking full on, deep shuddering sobs with enough tears to nearly blind me no matter how often I swiped at my eyes. It was insane. Everything my life had become was something from myths, not real life. How could this be real? How could I have tits and a pussy? Fuck, was I gay? I'd been eaten out alr- "Erik? You want me to come in?" "I'M NOT-" I swallowed. It had a horrid, gloopy sort of sound thanks to all the sobbing. I managed to get some reasonable control before Sara spoke again. "I'm not Erik. Not now." "Okay bu-" "Where's the razor? I want to shave my legs." It was the first thing I could think of to distract her. "In the cupboard, next to the soap. Take care around your ankles, they can be tricky and you'll want to be very slow and careful if you do your vulva." "MUM! No!" That was just.. No, couldn't handle that right now. Legs and pits only today. I caught sight of myself in the mirror. The crying had given me red splotches. It was not a good look on that blond. I turned up the thermostat, Sara always kept it too low, and then turned it on. It takes a few moments to get warm, so I dug out the razor and other toiletries, put them on the shower shelf and stepped into the newly steaming flow. One scream and jump later, I braved getting an arm into the scalding spray and turned it to something safe humans. I mean fuck, did being male mean I had asbestos laced into my skin? I swear I could feel blisters forming from that blast. I gave it a moment and tested the water before getting in the second time. I had learned my lesson though, and kept the washing to be slow and careful. The routine of the act kept my mind from dwelling on all I'd lost, though I couldn't help but be acutely aware of the changes. Don't believe me? You try soaping up your tits and not think about soaping your sodding tits. It was when I was shaving my legs that my mind began to wander. It was weird in a whole other way to everything else. Shaving was something I already did unlike sitting to pee (yes, I skipped that, now I won't elaborate. I peed, that is all), but I have shaved my face for years (okay, once I shave my balls too, but never my legs). Your face is all angles and bones, your legs are long patches of skin and involves bending at the waist. Definitely weird, but doing my thighs wasn't exactly thought provoking. My mind wandered. I thought about Jenny. How long had she stayed? Did what happened mean something? Fuck, did I even want it to? If so, am I gay? Surely I can't count as gay, I'm literally a guy in a woman's body. Plus, I'd fancied Jenny for years, fancied doing her with me as the guy. So there, I'm straight. For a man. With a pussy. Argh. Fine. Lets look at the other side. Do I want cock? Of course not. What would I do with it? Have a suck on one. Umm, how about no to that. Get it nice and solid then guide it to the entrance my pussy? Maybe I'll loosen my grip enough that he can push forwards an inch. Just enough to take the tip. Uhhh... Just enough to feel his cock stretch my opening for him. How different would it be to Jenny's fingers? Thicker, of course and unable to bend. More solid though, I bet, and with a better ability to... Well damn. I'll give you ten guesses who just noticed that aching- longing feeling of arousal as they had thoughts about getting some dick? What, you only needed one? I'm shocked. I rested my forearms against the tiles in front of and breathed deeply. Was it me that wanted this or my body that wanted it? Fuck, was there even a difference between the two? Wait, was I still changing? Would I stop liking girls soon? Would it even end, might I end up fancying the tits off some goats or something? I thought of Jenny as I sat astride her, remembering the image of her peeling off her top and afterwards, how her tits had filled out her bra with creamy flesh, pale against it's black fabric. Her knowing smirk just moments before she realised the reason for my hesitation. I felt a wave of heat that had nothing to do with the shower. Yep, still liked women. I stared at the tiling, afraid of the next thought but knowing it was there. Knowing I had to face it sometime. I reached a decision and felt something in me harden with the resolution. This had happened to me. I could either seize it or be dragged along by it. I decided to seize it. I cupped my tits, slowly pulling at my nipples. Dan, my housemate and wingman, is six-four and could probably bench press me right now. I had seen him on Friday strolling from the shower to his room, towel about his waist. He was still damp from the shower, his shoulders, biceps and pecs glistened. Yeah, that'd do for this mental sojourn. I felt another wave of heat and groped harder at my breasts. I could picture him now, moving with that slow confidence, his muscles rippling and shifting as he moved. His pecs were solid, with enough bulk to show through when he wore a shirt. His bicep was bigger than my thigh. My clit throbbed. How would his body feel against mine? All warm skin and hard muscle against my willowy frame. I had loved the feel of tits pressed against me, feeling them move as I thrust. How would it be to press mine to a man? To feel my nipples scrape against his chest, would the hair scratch at them? Would I like that? My right hand slid down the side of my body, over stomach and hip until my fingers delve into my snatch. My index finger parts my lips, stroking up and down length of my slit. What about his dick? Would I feel it swell and press into my hip, hard and simple in it's desire. I can touch a cock, right? I mean, I handled my own for years, this is just another, albeit with a different owner. My hands are smaller now, I'll have to squeeze a little tighter as I close my fist around him. The thought of holding another man's erection would have been the ultimate mood killer days ago. Now I revelled in the details. Would his hips buck as he tried to fuck my fist? Would he moan deep in his chest as I pump my hand up and down his shaft? Would he whimper when I squeeze just under the glans, desperate for the release I can give him. Another spike of lust lanced through me at that thought. My finger, wet with water and my juices, zeroed onto my clit. I indulged in the radiating pulses of pleasure that tiny organ was giving me before I returned to my fantasy. I pictured Dan pressing against me, my clothes and his towel discarded as the backs of my knees hit the bed. I fold onto the covers. He follows, his hands finding my wrists and cock hot against my stomach. His meat would leave a slimy track on my belly as he shifted, trailing towards his reward: my tight, sopping cunt. My body would twist beneath him, trying to press my lithe form into his hardened one. He could kiss my neck, bite my shoulders, suckle my nipples as he pleased, his cock ready to plunge into my eager body... Mmmm, not bad for a first attempt but it's not grabbed me like sex with Jenny did. Of course, she was right there and this was just in my head. Still, I decided to try something else. I reset the image. This time he's backing up. I give him a shove, smirking as he topples to the bed. His cock stands proudly from between his legs: his own miniature peak. I will conquer that, I decide, and it'll be when I choose. I plant one knee beside his on the bed. He doesn't know where to look, splitting his gaze between my face, tits and cunt. He's riveted by me, I find that I thrive on that feeling. I can capitalize on his indecision, planting my other knee the other side of his lap and straddling him. His arms are busy holding him upright, mine are free to glide over his biceps and shoulders, to wrap around his head as I shove my tongue deep into his mouth. Just a little shift of my legs and I have his cock pinned between his abs and my cunt. Then I could grind my clit onto his cock until it is time and I mount him. Or I could abandon the foreplay, moving onto his lap and impaling myself immediately. I could use his shoulders for leverage and slam my pussy down on his cock at a relentless rate, not seeking my orgasm so much as demanding its immediate and unconditional arrival from his abused cock. Or I smile evilly into his eyes as I take him in hand. He's desperate to get in me but I demand he prove his staying power first. I pump my hand relentlessly over his meat, my fingers gripping tight to overstimulate him. He's torn between getting lost in the moment and splattering his jizz over his stomach and chest or gritting his teeth, resisting the pleasure now for the hint of a chance at my cunt later. He will resist and I will reward. Possibility after possibility flashed through my mind, each more intoxicating that the last. My hand was a blur, moving so fast over my clit that it had practically become a vibrator in its own right. I imagined us fucking at my command or at his, I saw me standing, demanding his tongue in my snatch. I saw me drop eagerly to my knees, leaning forwards with my mouth open... I moved on there. Somethings I wasn't quite ready for. I had given up on pinching at my tit. The precariousness of wanking under a running shower combined with the sheer energy I was putting into the act had me unbalanced. To cope, I wedged myself into the corner against the cool tiles, the knuckles on my left hand white as I gripped the shower shelf. That's how I held myself up as my climax hit me. It lacked the power of the transformation-induced climax and I lacked the skill Jenny held to manipulate a woman's cunt but damn was it satisfying to feel my body convulse from my own efforts. That orgasm had no magic fuelling it, no experienced lesbian showing me what my body could manage. Just me, my fingers and my imagination. It was only when the tremors of pleasure were fading that the real implications of my climax struck me. In those fantasies, not only was I the only woman but I was active, willing and hell, sometimes even demanding of the men and their cocks (and tongues, and fingers...). It had excited me to distraction, my focus had been the filthy images flitting through my mind's eye and not the mechanics of how to work my clitoris, cunt and tits. I had never wanted to go gay. I'd once heard a guy claim he'd fuck another man. His logic was that he'd take a woman up her arse and it's just another butt. I disagreed, the butt had a guy around it, that made it totally different and a deal breaker for me. Not any more. Whatever had morphed my body had done something to my mind as well, changing me from desiring just women to liking both genders. Fuck I had a lot to figure out. *** That thought plagued me as I finished my shower (an act which began fishing out the razor I had dropped and completing the shaving of my legs and armpits and ended with confusion of what hair products I actually needed). After a brief, startling mistake involving yanking a towel across my chest, I dried myself with careful motions. The walk to my room was less disturbing, I was adjusting swiftly to the changes in that regard at least, and I absently noted that I seemed to have kept the height I held before. Seems I'd been wrong before to assume that the magic would shrink me, though it had seemed like I a decent chance of being right with that one. I had been average height for a guy, I guess that made me a little on the tall side now. Sara had been busy in my room during my shower-wank. On my bed were multiple sets of stonewashed jeans, fitted T's, knickers, bras and socks, along with a few pairs of trainers sat next to the bed. On my desk sat an envelope and a cooling cheese and ham toastie, Sara's best dish and one greeted by an appreciative rumble from my stomach. I fell on that first, inhaling it as if I'd not eaten for days. Oh wait, I hadn't. On the second toastie, I slowed enough to regard the choices before me. The bras could fuck off, that I knew. My tits were small and as young as they could be, I'd spare myself dealing with them today. The knickers were all plain and functional. I thanked Sara silently for sparing me frills. I may have tits and a cunt, but I wasn't that much of a girl now. I popped the final corner into my mouth and snagged a dark pair from the bed. Stepping into them was fine, as was sliding them up my newly shaven legs. The issue came when settling them into place. Men's underwear was never so... so... snug, these almost felt like I was being groped by the fabric. I shivered, making my tits shake. I settled for a huff of consternation and moved to the jeans. The first two sets wouldn't do up, the third I could yank off without unbuttoning them if I tried hard enough. That left the fourth and final pair which, thankfully, fitted pretty damn well. I snipped the label and heading back to the bed, ignoring the urge to check out my butt. The T-shirts made me smile. I cannot be bothered to wear plain Ts with just the designers name stitched in like a walking advert, instead I generally wore ones with retro images and logos emblazoned on them. I settled on a Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles one (hero, ninja isn't retro) and pulled it on. My nipples were obvious through the yellow fabric. I decided I simply didn't care. Socks and shoes followed (second pair fitted, if you're playing at home), and I was ready. Well, as ready as I would ever be. I made it to the bottom of the stairs. I could hear Sara shifting things around in the living room. I knew she was waiting, expecting us to have some big talk. Maybe go on that promised shopping day. Both prospects were wearying yet had to be done. I squared my shoulders, lifted my hand from the bannister and spotted Sara's car keys on the side. I stared at them. I had five hundred pounds in one pocket and my mobile in the other. Sara had lied to me. I acted on impulse and grabbed the keys. A moment later I was outside, locking Sara into the house. Then I was getting behind the wheel of her car, pulling the seat in a notch and starting the engine. I hesitated. I had no plan or destination, this would do absolutely nothing to help me. Movement ahead drew my attention. Sara had pulled back the curtain and was staring at me, eyes widened in surprise. In all my life with her, I had never rebelled against her. Sure I had pushed the limits at school and, after Jenny came out, had been pretty reckless in my love life but I had never tried that at home. Sara and I had each other. We had a deal. Sara had lied. I slammed the car into reverse and got the hell out of there. ***** Author's note (again): thanks for getting this far! No really, thank you. I have written this and the previous installment to see if others like the stories I can tell, if you have made it this far than I reckon you do. Before I go, I have two requests and some responses to make. First request is for constructive feedback, even if it's as simple as "Thanks, I liked this", it shores up my worries for another day. Greater detail is definitely welcome as well though. Either give me a review here or send it to [email protected] Also, if you have ideas of what you'd like to see in the tales future, lob them in there. I have some idea of where this is heading, but I'm flexible and if I see a good idea, I'll try to incorporate it. Second request is that I'd like someone to proofread the next installment before I post it. P L Richards was right on his review, I meant born and wrote bored. It irks me, but after hours writing it, the typo apparently slipped past the drafting process. All I can offer is thanks and that you will get to read the installment before anyone else. So, now to the reviewers. Ellie, I'm sorry for not giving warning that some things (a lot of things) wouldn't be answered quickly. Yep, femErik (bad term, but she's not revealed her new name yet, so nor will I) does get jiggy with Jenny and there will be more with Jenny in the future. Sexuality right now is pretty fluid for her but she knows she's far more open to experimenting than Erik had been. JBS, yep. Rjh-kk. Again, sorry for the abruptness. I hope this installment shows you more along the lines of what you wanted. One thing I will note that's not been covered (and won't for a long while, if it ever is): Erik's change would never be affected by him. The specifics of the curse were set out a long while ago and do not relate to him individually, just him as the scion of his bloodline... hmm, that's all for now regarding that. Sapphire. That's coming. I promise! Well, maybe not the job. Erik was still at university age. I'm not sure how far into his life we'll end up. P L Richards. Thank you! The errors irk me, but if I didn't get it up to view I may have lost my nerve and never posted it. Which is a shame, because I would then have not written this installment down either, and I have enjoyed writing both. I hope you enjoy seeing more of femErik's thoughts on events (I really need her to name herself, femErik is a terrible name). If I may ask, was there any specific bit about Jenny you liked? There's a lot more to her than came out in the first installment (or this one for that matter). Other characters will be developed more as I write, but Jenny is already as real as Erik and Sara are to me. Tgido, Warm Hearted and Anonymous. Aw shucks, thank you!