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My best friend and I. CBA "Hi my name is Ike, what is your name?" The blond girl I'm trying to chat up is looking me over, and the just says, "Not interested." Ouch, that's the way most of my attempted conquests go, but it always still hurts. My best friend Steven on the other hand is already cuddled up to a girl he just met tonight. He swears that he just says what I do, but I can't help but think maybe he's holding back a trick of some kind. Cause he just about always gets the girl he's after. Not me though. I have to work the numbers and ask enough of them out that eventually one shows some interest. It's not looks. At least I don't think so. I'm a fit guy, I take care of myself. I have all my hair, and my teeth are nice. My face looks decent enough if I say so myself. Steven is a bit smaller then me, not all that strong, he's a talker not a fighter. His face and hair is similar to mine. He does sport a well-groomed beard though whereas I keep myself clean shaven. Anyway, I do Ok I guess, but Steven gets laid A LOT is all I'm saying. We became friends at four years old when we met at the start of pre- kindergarten. Even back then, Steve had a way with the girls, they were always trying to gain his favour. As we got a bit older, maybe seven or eight years old, he played doctor with the girls way before the rest of us guys ever could. Heck, most of us were double that age (or more) before we got our chance to see and explore a girls body. I still remember Steve going all the way with one of our older classmates when he was twelve! That lucky SOB! By the time I finally went all the way Steve was a well seasoned veteran having slept with several dozen girls. I'm not trying to imply Steven was a love em and leave em kind of guy, no he dated and cared for these girls both before and after he slept with them. But as lucky as he was getting the girls, he was also unlucky too. After awhile the girls always seemed to either fall out of love, move away, or become lesbians or something. It was the damnedest thing. But I'll tell ya, most any of us guys would have traded with Steven for his knack with the women. Anyway, besides the women, Steven also had a knack for finding good goes, and as his best friend he always included me. For example he found us an after school job being caddy's at a country club when we were 13. The players always tipped us handsomely, and it included free access to the facilities. So during our off time we could swim in the pool and hang out with the girls who swam there too! (Those rich girls liked tiny bikinis lord love them). When we were a bit older (16 or so) we had access to the bar, and so we could grab partial bottles for free (the club liked to display full or mostly full bottles only). As a result our parties were epic and would draw in plenty of attendees (lots of girls!). As we approached graduation, Steven was working on his latest idea to get us a good job (and plenty of access to women). "Hey Ike! I finally heard back from that resort in the French Riviera! Dude we got the jobs! And I even talked them into purchasing our plane tickets both ways man! Just think, free room and board, all those rich people leaving tips, hot European women, great weather, the Euro dollar worth more than ours.... it's gonna be epic dude!" "Steve that's awesome man! I knew you were good, but even for you this is off-da-heezie!" The excitement of our upcoming trip helped our graduation crawl by, but still I could hardly remember any of it with visions of the trip dancing in my head. The flight over the Atlantic crawled by even slower (I swear we could have rowed our way over just as fast). When we finally found ourselves in the Riviera it made up for everything though. We dropped our luggage into our rooms (separate rooms that connected to a suite with a shared kitchenette, bathroom and small sitting space. No TV, but we didn't come all the way to France jut to watch French TV. We came for the girls. We hit the clubs after a quick cleanup, shave and brushing our teeth. It seemed like the very first club we hit checked all the right boxes. Drinks (legal age 18), awesome dance music, and sooo many hot women! Of course Steven hooked up within an hour of getting there. She even gave him a BJ in the lavatory! And then Steven had time to find another girl who took him home for the night! The next day was our orientation at the resort, both of us fighting hangovers but looking forward to the night. The second and third nights went much like the first for both of us, Steven hooking up right away and me left to take care of myself that night. At least I found someone to dance with on the third night. It was when we were out on the fourth night that everything changed. Steven and I had just arrived at the club and made our way to the bar. While waiting to get our order a big guy walked up to Steven and said something into his ear. Next thing I realize Steven is in the midst of some private discussion with the guy. I had no idea what they were saying as the music was too loud, but I swear I had seen Steven in similar talks before. But normally it was him talking to girls trying to get into their panties, only, if I didn't know any better Steven looked to be in the girls shoes. Whatever the guy was saying, Steven was blushing, laughing and smiling like he had hit the jackpot and found his dream guy. It was crazy. A blonde girl got my attention down at the end of the bar, so I told Steven "Dude, there's a blond down there giving me 'fuck me' eyes, you Ok?" When he ignored me, I left Steven to go chat her up. She was a fun conversationalist who's accent was driving me wild (I think Swedish?) and so I was distracted for quiet some time, when I thought to look for my buddy I was completely floored as It looked like he had been just necking with the guy I had left him with! WTF! Steven wasn't gay! I excused myself from the blonde and went to talk to Steven, but he had left before I got to that part of the club. Where the hell did he go? I wandered back to the blonde, but I was so distracted that she grew tired of me and left me to my own devices. Dammit! I looked around the club again but I still couldn't find Steven, and then nature called. When I pulled up to the nearest urinal and was peeing I heard a sound of two people fucking in one of the stalls 'Man some people get all the luck!' I took one more round of the club looking for Steven when I finally saw him walk out of the bathroom. 'When did he go in there?' My intuition did flip flops when the guy soon followed. 'No! It wasn't them I heard in the stall was it? No, it couldn't have been! Could it?' Steven motioned towards the exit, and so I met him there. He only said, "I'm exhausted, let's get out of here dude and get a good nights sleep for once." I could only follow him outside where he flagged down a taxi to get a ride back to our room. I didn't know how to broach the subject with him. How do I say to my best friend, a compete lady killer "I think you were having homosexual sex in the bathroom?" And Steven wasn't talking either, but the look on his face was one of quite contemplation (and maybe longing?) The next day at work Steven seemed to be back to his old self. I swear he got laid with one of the Resort hostesses during our lunch break. That afternoon I offered, "Steven, what do you say if we go to a different club tonight or maybe even stay in and take a break?" "Sorry man, but I have someone I have to meet at our usual hangout." "Oh ya, anyone I know?" "No, I don't think so, but perhaps I can introduce you when we go tonight?" "Alright, I'll hold you too it!" And then we had to get back to work. Our routine for getting ready always had Steven using the bathroom first and then me after. I was still making myself something to eat when Steven left the bathroom and dipped into his room. I didn't think anything of it till I was in the shower and noticed some hair in the drain. 'What the.... did Steven shave? He had had a beard since he could grow one! Why would he shave now?' When I came out of my room ready to go to the club Steven was cleanly shaven alright, and there was something off with his hair. He had combed it.... different. It was kinda girlish to be frank, and there was something else off I couldn't quite place. But my thoughts were interrupted. "Come on Ike, I don't want to be late." "Late?" Steven did not live by the clock, never had since I'd known him. He was even late for school almost every day. (He always talked himself out of suspensions or getting in trouble.) We hailed an Uber and after getting in Steven was nervously fidgeting the entire trip, but I guess we made it 'on time' as he relaxed after we arrived at the club. It was only as we were walking into the club that I finally realized what I had not noticed about Steven, he had shaved or plucked his eyebrows. It was a more gender-neutral look, to be honest, but put together with his hair and the shaving I had my suspicions. Those suspicions went through the roof when the same guy showed up and Steven jumped up and rushed to him like a school girl. They didn't kiss or anything, but the way their hands met and the guy was stooping down talking into Stevens' ear.... I couldn't help myself I felt uncomfortable. Steven said something back to the guy, and then spun around and almost skipped back with the man following uncomfortably close behind (Ok, uncomfortable for me). "Ike this is Matthias, Matthias this is my best friend Ike." Matthias extended his hand enveloping mine in his 'man he was big!' and in a deep voice, "Nice to meet you Ike, Stevie has told me all about you." I was thinking, 'Stevie? Since when does Steven (or Steve) go by Stevie?' but out loud I only said: "Hello Matthias nice to meet you too." Left unspoken and kept to myself 'And I don't know a thing about you, except I think you may be turning my friend gay!' Matthias then added "I don't know if Stevie has told you, but you are invited to a private party with us. There will be lots of ladies there that I think are perfect for you. Interested?" 'Well fuck, it sounds like Steven already committed himself to go and I didn't want him going alone with this guy.... so how do I turn down an offer like that?' So I replied "Sure, when do we leave?" "How about right now?" and then Matthias started walking through the crowd and people parted like the Red Sea for him. I noticed Steven was pressed up close to him again as we followed the way out. Matthias gave a wave at an attendant and a moment later a Porsche 911 was pulled up with Steven hopping into the passenger seat and Matthias, of course, taking the wheel. He then held out a piece of paper with an address on it. "We'll meet you there, I'm afraid this car isn't built for more than two." And then he pulled away. 'I guess I'm traveling by myself!' I hailed a taxi nearby and gave the address. I could swear we pulled up behind Matthias' car a couple of lights later and I saw the driver push on the passengers head, and then the passenger bent their head down over the center consul while kneeling on the passenger seat. 'Was that Steven giving a blow job! In public on the street even?!?' But my taxi lost the Porsche as soon as the light turned green. 'Fuck!' I don't know what is worse. Thinking my best friend was giving a guy a blow job, or not knowing for sure. (It's Europe, and they have more exotic cars then I'm used too, so I guess it could have been a different Porsche, and so that could have been anyone. But then again the driver did look super big and tall, and the passenger's hair was kinda short..... and that did look like Stevens profile..... fuck this was going to eat at me for sure.) When I arrived at the address provided I didn't see Matthias' Porsche or I would have checked the plates. Approaching the front door there were a couple of burly security guards dressed in suits standing to either side and stopping people. 'I wonder if I can even get in,' I was thinking when the guy on the right says "Prenom?" "Sorry I don't speak French" I replied. "Name?" "Ike, Ike Webster." "Yes, you are expected inside." And then the guy ignored me turning to other people who had walked up behind me. Dismissed, I walked into what could only be described as an office building, only it looked like it was being used as a home. I could hear the guard say, "Prenom," as I made my way past the entryway and into a corridor, then faintly but growing stronger I could hear the sounds of music and muted chatter up ahead. Passing an elevator in the corridor, I carried on until I walked into a large open space filled with very rich very beautiful people. I felt out of my element. Everyone looked like models, the women, the men, everyone. It was their looks, their bodies, and their clothing. It was like a photo shoot had just happened and now everyone was taking a break. I think you get the picture. I then heard, "Ike! Ike, over here!" It took me a moment but I finally found Steven in the crowd as he called my name. I have no way to properly describe it, but he was kinda putting his hand up and then bringing it back down, and then up again. You see lots of women do it that way all the time when they try to get someone's attention, whereas a guy would just put his hand up and give it a couple of sharp side to side jerking motions whenever the person they wanted was looking their way. As I walked up Steven gave me a quick hug and then stood back pressing his back up against Matthias and said, "Everyone, this is my life long best friend Ike. He traveled with me to work at the resort. Ike, these are Matthias friends." 'Ok.... why would Steven be introducing me to Matthias friends in this way.' Then it came to me 'this is how a guys girlfriend might introduce his friends to her friends.' My stomach was doing flip flops. There was a mixture of men and women in the group and most just said, "Hello," or, "Nice to meet you." But one guy who was maybe even bigger then Matthias took my hand in his saying, "Hello Ike, my name is Victor can I get you a drink?" His grip was light, but he didn't let go right away like I expected (when compared to my experience with every other handshake I had ever had in my life). I attempted to pull my hand back, but with a smile in his eyes Victor held on for just a moment before smoothly releasing me. I could tell from that simple interaction that he was a powerfully strong guy and that he could have overpowered me easily. Frankly, it set me on edge even further than I already was, but I replied, "Yes, I think a drink would be good right about now." "Great, how about some wine?" "I think I'd prefer a beer if you have some?" "A beer coming right up, I think beer right now would be great so I'll join you. Matthias, Stevie, anything for you two?" "I'll take a beer too, Stevie will have a wine spritzer," reported Matthias. I looked at Steven in surprise, but he had a look I can only describe as 'contentment' plastered onto his face. In my head 'What the ever loving fuck! Steven just let the guy order something for him like that? Steven likes beer or hard liquor, I had never seen Steven drink anything like a wine spritzer in his life!' But I held my tongue as I was surrounded by Matthias' friends and many of them were bigger than me. Plus I wasn't sure anymore if Steven would take kindly to me calling out Matthias if I did. Steven never left Matthias' side the entire night so I couldn't talk to him privately. Beside Matthias' friends kept talking to me and asking me questions or otherwise kept me occupied. Every time I looked over I could see Matthias talking to Steven keeping his voice low so even if I tried I couldn't make out what he was saying. But I watched Steven look intently into Matthias' face and nodding yes now and then and only occasionally talking back. It was getting late and I was looking to go back to my room at the resort, but when I looked for Steven I just caught sight of him and Matthias walking into the elevator I had passed back in the corridor. 'Where the hell were they going?' By the time I walked up to the elevator, I saw the floor numbers displaying a big red six, it was the top floor. But when I pushed on the call button it wouldn't light up and remained unresponsive. As I was getting agitated Victor walked up to me and simply stated, "Your friend is staying here tonight, you will see Stevie back at the resort tomorrow. Can I give you a ride home?" I shook my head saying, "No, I'll hire a ride." "Are you sure? There will be quite the wait for a taxi or Uber as a crowd is waiting outside. I really don't mind giving you a ride." Defeated I agreed to the proffered drive. We only had to wait a couple of minutes when an attendant brought Victor's car. Turns out he drove a Porsche too, only his was a Panamera, my dream car. I swear ever since I saw one when they first came out I've lusted to get one. I just need to win the lottery. I was quite pleasantly surprised to find Victor opening up the engine a bit showing what it could do. "I love your car, how long have you had it?" "Only a couple days, Stevie mentioned to Matthias that it was your dream car." 'What does that mean? Did he get this car just to impress me? No. Nobody does that. No way'. I didn't know how to respond to Victors confession (if that is what it was). So I held my tongue. Victor broke the silence, "So Ike, do you have a girlfriend back home?" "No, no I don't right now, besides a long distance relationship would be difficult. In fact, Steven and I came here not just for the work but to meet girls." "So have you met anyone since you have been here?" I noncommittally responded, "Only a couple." "Oh ya? They from here or are they only visiting like you?" "Both, one was from Sweden and the other grew up here." "Anything serious?" he asked as we approached the resort. I replied, "Not really." "Great. I'm glad to have met you, Ike, I hope we run into each other again soon. Good night." And then Victor took my hand in his for another uncomfortably long handshake. When he finally released my hand, I hopped out of the car and responded, "Thanks for the ride." And then I turned and walked away. There is a bit of space to cover before you get inside the resort, and when I didn't hear Victor's car pull away after I had walked for ten seconds or so, I turned around to see if something was wrong. Victor had been waiting for me, watching with the passenger window down and waived when he saw that I looked back. 'Why the hell was he waiting for me? I'm not some girl who needs to be protected from others.' But I was brought up to be courteous so I unconsciously waived back before I thought to stop myself. Even from this distance, I could see a big grin light up Victor's face and he continued to wait until I turned around and walked out of site. I heard the V8 engine roar to life and Victor only pulled away after I was out of sight and 'safely' on the grounds of the resort. 'Guess I should feel lucky he didn't try to walk me to my door.' I shuddered at the thought. I couldn't bring myself to jerk off when I got to my room. Unwanted imaginations of what Steven was likely doing right now was messing with any desire to get off. 'My best friend was staying the night at the guys home!' It took forever and much effort to calm my mind, but I finally fell asleep and slept through the rest of the night only waking when my alarm went off. Climbing out of bed and wandering into the suite, I could only look over at Stevens open door and the empty bathroom and I knew that he hadn't come back from Matthias' yet. I got ready and then reported for work. When they asked, "Where was Steven?" I decided to lie for my friend and said, "Stevens feeling sick and will not be coming in until later if at all today." The day dragged on when Steven didn't make an appearance all day. But when I walked into our suite I could hear him rummaging around in his room. "Steven, is that you? You missed work today man. Are you Ok?" Steven came out of his room with one of his suitcases in tow. 'What the hell is he wearing?' Was what I was thinking when Steven distracted me when he blurted, "Ike! Matthias is going to take me on a trip!" I was shocked and could only stare at my friend in wonder and thought 'What the hell, we came here to work and meet girls. It was Stevens idea! And there he is wearing what looked like ballet shoes, shorts that looked weird and a kinda girly looking loose top that was hanging off of his smooth hairless shoulder.' But all I could say was, "Oh? Where are you guys going?" "He's going to take me to see parts of Asia!" "Ok..... how long will you be gone? And what about our job?" "It should be one or two weeks, maybe three. I'm sorry Ike but this is a once in a lifetime opportunity for me, and Matthias will be paying for everything, and besides I want to go with him." I couldn't keep skirting the issue anymore so I asked, "Steven, are you gay now? Are you and Matthias boyfriends?" "What! No! Matthias is not gay! And no we are not boyfriends. Ike, how could you think that I would be in a homosexual relationship? What's wrong with you?" "Ok, ok, well you have been acting really strange lately and it just looked like that is what has been happening." "Well, you got things wrong. Ike, I'm sorry but I have to go, our flight leaves right away. I'll try to call or text you every day!" And then Steven rushed out the door and was gone. 'Well fuck!' Despite what Steven had said, and he had never lied to me before, but I just couldn't help but think he wasn't telling me the truth. Too many things pointed to Steven and Matthias being intimate. I immediately regretted not asking more pointed questions. Like 'are you having sex together'. And I realized Steven had said words like 'Matthias is not gay'. That is not how I would have answered such a question. I would have said, "we are not gay", or something like that. But now it was too late to look Steven in the face and ask more hard questions. He was off on his adventure without me. I couldn't bring myself to go out that night, my brain was still running a mile a minute. So I just stewed in my thoughts and went to bed as soon as my eyes grew heavy. The next morning I woke up to a text message waiting from Steven telling me, "It was a long flight but since it was Matthias' private jet it was quite a bit more comfortable than our trip across the Atlantic! Anyway, we've landed safe and sound. I'm afraid I will be out of communication for a few days so don't worry when you don't hear from me. I miss you already." 'Well that was a bit more of a touchy-feely ending to a text message then I was used to seeing from Steven.' But I replied, "Thanks for the update, hope you're having a good time. I missed not having you around last night so I just stayed in. Stay safe." It took me a couple of days before I was motivated enough to hit the clubs on my own. Having never gone without Steven before, I felt awkward, but something about my body language was stimulating women's curiosity I guess, as I was actually being approached by them for once. A few false starts and the next thing I knew I had met someone. Her name was Michelle, a local who grew up in the Nice area. She was interesting and funny, and she offered (in her cute French accent), "Let me ah be your tour guide, I ah want to to to ah how you say 'show'? Oui show you the views." I had the next day off so we set a time to meet up just outside the resort the next morning. Michelle was sitting on a scooter when I walked out of the entrance and smiled at my facial expression when I saw her. In her (still very sexy) French accent she teased, "You ah have never ridden on a ah scouter before Oui?" In the same light, I replied playfully, "Nope, never in my life. I guess you get to take my scooter virginity! So please take it easy on me." She laughed while leaning forward indicating I should sit behind her. As soon as she felt my weight settle onto the back of the scooter, she replied playfully back, "Is there any other..... virginities of yours I can take?" And then sped off to our first destination. We had a great day, and that evening we explored each other intimately. Turns out she was game in letting me try her ass, she was quite proud for hers to be my first. Steven called me the morning after I slept with Michelle, he seemed to be a bit down in the dumps, but when I asked him, "Steve are you Ok? You seem a bit put out. Anything wrong?" "No, I'm good Ike. I was thinking about all the good times we have had through the years and decided that I just needed to hear your voice. You always make me feel better. Your friendship means so much to me." "Oh ok, well Steve you know that I care about our friendship very much too. Seems like you have always been there during the best times in my life, and it feels weird having you gone." "Ike, you don't know how much I needed to hear you say that. Thank you. Have you gone back to the club recently?" "Nah, it just didn't seem right to go to our hangout when you're not here, so I found somewhere new across town called 'Les Cave du Roy'. It's pretty good." "Oh ok that sounds like fun. Do you go there often?" "I don't know about often, maybe I'll go a couple of nights a week. Yesterday during my time off I went sightseeing. It's a beautiful countryside that's for sure, you and I barely put in a dent to what there is to see." "Ya, I'm hoping to see more when I get back. Listen, Ike, I have to go, Matthias has some things planned. I'll text you tomorrow Ok?" "Ok Steve sounds great I'll look forward to it. Bye." "Bye" Dating Michelle, I was able to get my mind off of what Steven was probably doing with Matthias while he was off on his adventure in Asia. We were still sending each other text messages every day, but Steve didn't call me on the phone to talk ever again. But as first two weeks and then three came and went and he still hadn't returned, his replies to my requests for when he was going to come back became more and more cryptic or he would change the topic. After three weeks absent, the resort terminated Steve's contract with them and even canceled his return plane flight. When I texted Steve telling him, he brushed it off. "Oh that's Ok, Matthias didn't really want me to work there anymore anyway, and he will buy me a flight to anywhere in the world I would like to go." I didn't like his responses frankly, it wasn't like Steven to be willing to be so reliant on someone else. I mean he could always lean on me whenever he needed help, but it was like he was dependant on Matthias for everything, and he was acting completely Ok with it! Over a month after Steve left, Michelle and had I met at the Les Cave du Roy, she wanted to dance the night away and I liked dancing with her too. Anyway, we had been there for maybe thirty minutes when I spotted Victor off to the side. I could swear he looked away when I glanced in his direction, but I waited till he looked back so I could make eye contact and nod recognition. Michelle noticed my stare and asked, "Do you ah know him?" "Not really, I only met him once at the party of a friend of a friend, and he gave me a drive back to the resort after." "Well you should be, how you say... ehhh careful Oui careful," she said. And in response to the look I gave her she added:, "Understand there is no proof, but that man and his mon ami, there are rumors that outside of their circle, people ah how you say 'go away'?" "Go away? Are you saying people disappear?" "Oui, ah yes they disappear." "What!" I exclaimed in shock. Then more under control, "What exactly are you saying, because I think there might be a bit of a translation problem and I don't understand your last sentence." "Oui, people go away, ah disappear and they never come back." "Holy fuck! My friend, my best friend left with Victor's friend Matthias and he was supposed to be gone for maybe a week or two but it's been almost five since he left!" "Oh no Ike (she always pronounced my name Eek, it was so cute) your mon ami have they.... been in contact at all?" "Well he texts me every day and he even called me once, but that was a while ago." "Oh well.... like I said, they are rumors, you know how people can be. I'm sure your mon ami is Ok." "I don't know. It's not like Steve to do something like this. He was acting so strange even before he left! Hell, he left for a trip to Asia with a guy he had only known for maybe two or three days!" "Oui that does sound strange. Are you Ok? Would you like us to leave?" "No Michelle, I think I'm ok, I had gotten used to not thinking about Steven. Used to not worrying about him so much since he left. But this conversation has brought it all back. But I want to be here with you." "Ok, well let's say we dance and distract you?!? Boogie-woogie! Oui?" She said playfully trying to get me to laugh. I did give her a genuine smile, her cuteness always made me feel better. Later while I was in the lavatory to piss, Victor saddled up to the urinal next to me. , "Hey Ike, how are you doing?" "Ah, I'm good Victor, you?" "I'm good, you looking forward to your friend coming back soon?" "What?" "Stevie and Matthias, they should be back next week." "Really!?! Steve didn't tell me." "Well, maybe Matthias hasn't told Stevie yet? Anyway, it should be no later than the end of next week." "That's great, I've been worried, thanks for telling me." "Your welcome. That a good looking woman you're with, you guys interested in joining me for drinks?" "Ah, I'll ask Michelle, she gets into the dancing mood and doesn't like to sit down for very long before the music gets her going again. But I'll check." "Cool, feel free to stop over even if it's just yourself, you know, if you should need a break." "Oh, Ok I'll keep that in mind. Later," I said the last over my shoulder after washing my hands and departed. I hadn't intended to tell Michelle that we had been invited for drinks, but I recognized another of Matthias' friends talking to her as I left the lavatory (Jonahs maybe?). When I walked up beside her, he had already left, but she simply said, "Eek (Ike), we have been offered drinks with that guy you know." "Ya... Victor made the same offer while I was in the lavatory. It's kinda weird don't you think? That they waited until we were separated to offer us drinks? I don't think I want to accept their offer." "Oui, I think it is weird too." "Hey, Victor did tell me that my friend will be back sometime next week." "Oh that's good, you miss your mon ami, I can tell. You want to go back to my place?" "Yes please." She laughed at my hopeful response, "Oui you silly boy." At my questioning look, she added with a smile, "Oui, you will get lucky tonight, let's go." The week dragged on as I waited for my friend. But when I questioned Steven by text, "Are you coming back next week?" Steven sent back only one weird cryptic response, "I'll be back, but you will hardly recognize me!" Any questions to get more details along those lines were ignored, Steve would only send, "I have had such a great time here." Or, "I've missed you so much." It was only Tuesday the following week, and I had no plans after work so I took my time and conversed with a bunch of my co-workers who I had become close with. I ended up arriving back to my suite later than normal when I heard a noise in Steve's room. "Hello? Who is in there?" And I knocked on the now closed door (it was open when I left for work). 'Who the hell was that?' Calling through the door, "Listen, that room belongs to my friend Steven, you can't just sneak into our suite and go into his room like that!" I started banging on the door. "Come on! Open the door, it's too late to hide!" I was contemplating about breaking the door down when the door suddenly opened and a beautiful brunette was standing there looking at me with the saddest eyes. She then rushed into my arms and started balling! "Oh Ike, Ike, what am I going to do?!?" she suddenly blurted out. 'WTF, how did this woman know me?' "Ah Miss, I'm sorry but how do you know me?" At my question, she balled even harder her sobs racking her body. Despite the wreck of a human being holding onto me like a lifeline, I started to get hard. Don't make any mistake, I'm not into women who are in pain, or seem damaged somehow. And I'm normally not into a woman who is so tall (we were close to the same height) It was purely because of her big tits currently pushed into my chest heaving in time with her sobs (and the view of them if I just looked down). I decided to let her hold onto me until she was ready to let me go on her own time, she really seemed to need the release as it was almost twenty minutes before she calmed down and backed away a bit. It was as she was still sniffling and her eyes were all red and bloodshot that I finally realized who she was. The answer was in her eyes all along. "Steven?" At my question, she only looked at me and wordlessly nodded her head affirmative. "Ho... how? W... why? What....." I sounded like a stuttering idiot, but I just couldn't form the questions running at top speed through my brain. I took a few deep breaths enough to ask, "Steven, did you want this yes or no?" She started shaking her head in the negative as soon as I said 'did you want this', and then proceeded to exclaim, "NO. No, I never wanted this. I know it's hard to believe, but even the very first night I met Matthias he started controlling me." "How?!?" "Ike I just don't know! I wish to God I did!" And then she broke down crying again. My heart ached for her so I took her into my arms, it was important that my friend knew she had my support. When she recovered from her latest bout of tears she continued, "I'm Ok, I'm Ok. I want to explain, tell you what I remember. Alright, so Matthias introduced himself to me that night at the club, do you remember that night?" At my nod, she continued, "I remember thinking that it was really strange that this big guy was talking to me, and then he said something in my ear and that is when everything kinda gets hazy. It's like I was there, but I had no control over any of my actions?" I could tell she was seeking my understanding. I nodded for her to continue. "Ike I can't tell you how many times those first few days that I almost 'woke up' from whatever hold Matthias had over me. He was still building up his control and I would almost 'recover' but then Matthias would say 'something' to me and I would lose control again. It's like living in a horror movie. The last time you saw me before I left for Thailand I was so close to getting free. But then I blew you off while you were trying to stop me from going, and as soon as I walked out to the car Matthias asserted control over me again!" she started to cry again and held her arms out for another hug. Taking her into another hug I apologized, "I'm so sorry Steven, I should have tried harder to stop you!" As she replied, "I know," I felt a sharp prick in my arm. Looking down in shock I saw she was holding a needle. "What the...." was all I could get out before I passed out. I gained consciousness in the air, the sound of the jet engines and the passage of accelerated air over the hull unmistakable. I could feel straps or something securing my arms and legs. Still groggy I opened my eyes and staring back in the seat across from me was Victor. Off to the side was Matthias with Steven sitting on his lap and she was running her fingers through Matthias chest hair and giving little soft kisses to the side of his face. With a croak in my voice, I asked, "What is going on? Why did Steven inject something into me?" Matthias spoke up, "Because I told Stephanie to do it. That is her name now by the way, there is no Steven anymore." "But why?" "Because my friend Victor likes you and he wants you to be his companion like Stephanie is mine. And also because Stephanie misses her best friend and she wants her best friend back and to be her friend always." "I'm not gay," is all I could come up with for a response. At a look from Matthias, Victor answered for himself, "That's Ok, I'm not gay either. That is why we are flying to Thailand, we land in only a couple more hours." I started to struggle against the straps, I knew the ramifications of going to Thailand. That is where they created Stephanie! Matthias spoke again, "You can relax Kayla, you will love your new life as Victor's girl. Just like Stephanie, you will do as you are told and you will love doing it. Here let me demonstrate." He took his hand and pushed gently onto the back of Stevens' head. She immediately dropped off of Matthias' lap and quickly had his belt and pants undone and helped pull them down. She then kneeled and attacked Matthias? cock like a woman possessed, slurping and licking his length before taking him deep into her throat. It would have been an incredibly sexy erotic sight if I didn?t know that that was my best friend doing it! Matthias and Victor both watched for my reaction but I kept my thoughts to myself and my face expressionless. Inside I was terrified. ?Why show me this? They must be sadistic fucks!? Soon they confirmed my assumption. Victor spoke, "Well I have talked to Matthias and he agreed to grant me an extra favor. You see, we will be married as soon as you are more to my liking, and as an early wedding present from me to you, you get to have one last experience as a man to look back on." Victor then walked over to me and said something into my ear. It was the damnedest thing, but I couldn?t make out what he just said to me, but suddenly I felt like I needed to do.... something. At Victor's declaration, Matthias had bent down and whispered into Stevens' ear too. She stopped her ministrations on his cock and standing up walked over to me. Victor had already stepped back by the time she reached me and then she began removing the straps holding me in place. I wanted to escape or rush the cockpit and crash the plane or anything other than what happened next. Steven fell into my arms and we started kissing. Her lips tasted like peaches and were so soft and yielding. I could feel her huge breasts pushing up against me again, and just like before I soon became hard as a rock. I then felt Stevens hand as she snaked it into my pants and grasped my dick to lightly jerk me off. With her working my dick, I reached down and stripped off her top and bra to play with her puffy nipples. Finally breaking our lip lock, we stripped off the rest of each others clothing and I could fully see what the marvel?s of modern plastic surgery and medical science can do. She was beautiful. Her man made pussy looked so good, I just had to take a taste. We maneuvered into a 69 and soon both of us had our heads buried into each others crotch, me licking, her sucking. At a sound from one of the guys (Victor and Matthias were watching everything), we uncoupled and Steven laid down onto her back with her legs spread wide open. The moment of truth and my saliva covered cock slid into her easily accommodating my length (Matthias was much larger than me I would find out later). I soon developed a rhythm fucking my best friend while she humped back meeting me thrust for thrust. We started kissing again when the guys said something else. Once again there was a mad dash of repositioning and Steven was on his hands and knees with his ass up in the air. Steven?s butthole was winking at me as I positioned myself to fuck her ass. Like her pussy, I slid easily inside and this time the guys let me keep going till I dumped my load into her bowels. I collapsed onto her back and we laid there trying to recover with my cock still buried to the hilt in her ass. All I could think about was ?That was the best sex of my life." But I felt guilt, remorse and a heaping helping of fear too. "I?m probably going to be just like her someday." We laid there for several minutes and when I had wilted my limp penis fell out of her ass. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and told her quietly, "I?m sorry any of this happened to you Steven, you deserve better. Your friendship has always been the best thing in my life, I love you and I hope you can forgive me." I felt a prick on the back of my arm again..... When I next woke up, I could hear the beeps of hospital monitors and I felt a dull ache over much of my body. I knew I was no longer the man I used to be. When I opened my eyes I could see the sheet draped over me tenting at my chest ?Man those must be big.? I heard a noise and looked over to see Steven sitting quietly and looking off into space. It took me a moment to notice the bruises along one side of her face and a cast on one of her arms. "Steven, what happened to you?" "Ike you're awake!" And then she winced as she stood up and walked over to take my hand with her good one. "Ike, I?m so sorry I was too late to stop your surgeries!" "What are you talking about?" "Your surgeries, the guys had them give you a sex change, you know that right?" "Yes I know that that has happened, I can feel it even through all the pain meds I must be on. But what are you talking about trying to stop it? It?s pretty clear that Matthias had some kind of control over you. None of this is your fault." "But you don?t understand Ike, I think you helped me break free of whatever it was that he had over me. It was when we were lying there on the floor of the aircraft after we made love and you told me that I deserved better and that you love me. Something clicked after that and when Matthias tried to control me again it didn?t work. At first, I didn?t trust it, and I pretended, but then we were in the car and taking you to the hospital and I was scared that they might overpower me if I made a scene. So I was waiting for an opportunity. But then you were admitted and we were driving away and I knew what was about to happen to you so I panicked! I jumped at the driver of our car and made it crash. You see I was hoping I could get back and stop everything. But I must have been knocked out for a bit because by the time I woke up and rushed here it was already too late, they had taken your testicles and had cut up your penis already. I mean at that point what kind of a life could you have as a guy? So I decided to just let the rest of the surgeries happen. I?m so sorry Ike! Honest, I wanted to save you! I love you!" she held it together for most of the explanation, but had started crying when she described the part of how I had already been emasculated. She completely lost it though after she told me she loved me. "Stephanie?" I used her new name out loud for the first time on purpose. When I said it, I got her attention and she looked up in surprise. "I love you. You have nothing to apologize to me for, not a single thing." and then I held out my arms wincing in pain from my new tits. She knew exactly what I winced from, she had experienced the joys of large breast implant surgery herself. So she hugged me as best she could without hurting me. Then I asked, "So what happened to the guys?" "Oh ya, they're dead." "What!" "Well neither of them were wearing seat belts and were thrown from the car as it flipped in the accident. I made it out with only a broken arm and some bruises probably because I was jammed up in the driver's footwell in the process of crashing the car." Despite everything I was feeling I couldn?t help but laugh causing considerable pain. "Oh man my pussy and tits hurt when I do that!" Stephanie joined in when she heard me say that. Recovery went about as expected. Stephanie was there for me all waking hours, and she even helped coach me when it was time to dilate my new vagina, and the first time I had to pee with it. Thank god I had her there for emotional support, I don?t know what I would have done without her, and I can?t imagine what it must have been like for her to have done this all alone and with a psycho waiting on the sidelines waiting to fuck her. As it is I cried quite a bit, we both did really. We had each been forcibly sex changed against our will so I think you can forgive us a few emotional outbursts. I?m sure the estrogen didn?t help. Turns out Matthias had given Stephanie several platinum credit cards and access to a serious bank balance prior to his death. Guess he thought he had nothing to worry about. Well without any concerns for money, we checked into a local resort once I was deemed fit to leave the hospital. Walking out wearing a long summer dress Stephanie had picked up and talked me into wearing was interesting. Her argument, "Kayla I?m telling you, you want to keep your new kitty dry to promote healing. It is hot as heck out there, and if you wear pants you are going to want to wear panties under them and in this heat and humidity you are going to sweat and end up with damp panties." Then she added jokingly , "and not the good kind of damp!" After we both had a good laugh, she continued, "A summer dress will feel much nicer and you should go commando to help keep dry and it?ll be even cooler on the skin down there. It will feel delightful I promise." "Ok Stef I will yield to your learned wisdom, but you're going to wear the same thing!" With a wink, she replied, "Oh I was going to go commando under a summer dress regardless of your decision." And then she had flipped up her skirt flashing me. No panties..... Despite no worries of money, we checked into only one room with a king size bed. After our ordeal, we both felt much safer being together. Stef was still healing from her operation too, and without a penis penetrating her anymore, we both had to dilate three times a day. It was easier to just lay beside each other and perform it together. I marveled as Stef would push in the largest of stents into her pussy like it was no big deal. She told me, "You will be able to accommodate them too, you just need a bit more time to heal. After all, the same surgeon created both of our vaginas." Stef also made me massage my tits though it hurt maybe even more than my pussy. She told me, "That is the point! Your body is trying to form scar tissue around your implants, and so you need to break that tissue down so your tits stay nice and soft and squeezable. You don?t want a pair of bolt-ons do you?" When we weren?t taking care of the healing of our bodies we went sightseeing and exploring Thailand. The people were so friendly and the countryside was breathtaking. We took to holding hands a lot so that men wouldn?t try to talk us up. We were discussing it and my view was, "I don?t know if I could ever like a guy like that." And Stef?s, "Well, though most of my experiences were traumatic, I did have sex with one guy who I didn?t mind. In fact, if I?m honest I really enjoyed sex with him." At my look of incredulity she added:, "When you have sex with someone you love it doesn?t matter if they are boy or girl, I?m talking about you silly." With my body and face healing well, Stef discussed what our expectations might be with regards to other people. At first, I thought she was trying to get me to ?be? with someone. But what she was trying to say, but poorly, was that I needed to work on my voice if I wanted to be stealth or if I didn?t care then many people would likely clock me as a transsexual. She didn?t pressure me as she didn?t get to make that choice for herself, she was made to sound feminine weather she liked it or not, but I could make that choice for myself. I told her, "Stef, your opinion matters to me. I would like to know if you had had the choice to sound more feminine or not, what would you have chosen?" "Well, becoming a woman is not something I would have ever chosen for myself, god I miss my dick! But since I am a transsexual woman now, I guess I?m really glad that I look and sound the part. To most people, if you look like a duck, walk like a duck and sound like a duck then you are a duck. I like that I?m a duck." And so we took a flight to Korea as soon as I was well enough to travel. Stef?s passport had been changed for her, so it listed her new name, new sex and so no one took a second glance. But my passport looked nothing like what was standing there in front of passport control. Still, with an explanation of my recent sex change and a promise to get my ID?s fixed when I got home, they let me into the country. It was a couple of days, but with a large fee extracted from one of those credit cards I mentioned earlier, I was operated on again. It was going to take time, but I was going to be a duck too. (Voice feminization surgery) Wandering Asia with my best friend was great, even if we no longer went looking for girls. Sure we could have searched for lesbians, but I think both of us were happy to have the woman we already had (each other). But eventually, we wanted to go home. There was nothing worth grabbing back in France, and we were concerned something might happen with the bank accounts and credit cards Stephanie still had from Matthias, so we booked a flight back home. Flying first class made the flight across the Pacific much more bearable than out flights to and from France. Arriving back home we booked another single room at one of the better hotels. Stephanie had been made to call her parents shortly after her sex change to inform them that they had a daughter now. Unfortunately, they had disowned her on the spot. She cried pretty hard as she reflected back telling me the story. When I leaned over and kissed her on the lips, it had been instinct (I wanted to console her), but she responded back and soon we were necking like the lover's everyone had assumed we already were. We had been avoiding any true intimacy as I recovered from my surgeries, but I was good now, and I wanted to make love to my girlfriend. So we broke each others virginity (she had never made love to a woman as a woman, and I had never made love as a woman at all). There were some false starts, but licking pussy is licking pussy, only now we could feel for ourselves what felt good and what did nothing for us. As I stood outside my parent's house, I was nervous, but I had my girlfriend there with me. I had thought about calling them so many times and tell them that their son was now their daughter, but in the end, I just couldn?t bring myself to do it that way. I decided it was best to do it in the flesh. I turned to Stef. "I love you so much!" "I love you too! It?s going to be Ok, I know it." And after a short kiss, we walked up and rang the doorbell. When the door opened both of my parents were standing there in the entryway, and my mother simply exclaimed, "We knew you were alive! Oh, my baby! You and your friend come here!" And then my parents gave us both the biggest welcoming hugs and kisses, all of us balling. My parents had heard from Stef?s, and so they knew she had been sex changed, and they had decided to accept me no matter what. Irregardless if I did something similar, they would always love me unconditionally. Of course, they accepted Stephanie too, she was the woman I loved. When I asked mom, "How did you know it was me?" She only replied, "It was in your eyes." fini CBA