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Hot and Bothered - Part Two By: Light Clark Synopsis: Thanks to a couple of pilfered pills, Billy gets to see what life is like for a beautiful woman, but will reality live up to the fantasy? Warning: This story is significantly smuttier than my other work and contains multiple graphic scenes of a sexual nature. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Chapter 09 "What?!" Ollie gasped as his eyes snapped into focus for the first time since I had started changing. "Don't tell me you forgot?" I questioned as I reached over to pick up the other pink pill from the counter and show it to my roommate. "This dose is for you." "What?!" Ollie repeated his gasp, somehow managing to sound even more shocked. "I don't want to be a girl!" "Oh come on!" I countered incredulously. "You're seriously gonna pass up an opportunity like this? Plus, the change feels great, and it's not like you'll get stuck. You just take one of the reversal pills and boom, back to being a boring dude again! Now, stop being a wuss and just take it!" I ordered, thrusting the pill I was holding toward the man. As if afraid that just being near the thing could make him female, Ollie lurched back a step. "I, uh, I don't think that's a good idea. What if I don't change back?" "Seriously? Now, you believe there's a pill that can turn a man into a woman but not change him back?" I huffed in exasperation. "Well, you're not getting a demonstration, because this shit's too expensive to waste. I know it works, though, so just take it." Again, I pushed the pill closer to my friend and again he pulled away. "God, it's not like you're not already a giant pussy! Just take it!" "Fine!" Ollie finally relented, gingerly extending a hand. "But if something goes wrong, I'm gonna kill you." Rolling my eyes, I thrust the medicine into my friend's waiting grasp. "Nothing's gonna go wrong, dipshit. Stop being a buzzkill." "Whatever," Ollie muttered as he tossed the pill into his mouth and swallowed. Immediately, my face twisted in disappointment. "Aw, why didn't you wait until you could take your clothes off first." "You said to take it!" Ollie exclaimed. "That didn't mean you had to just gulp it down right away!" I shot back. "Well so-!" Ollie began to retort only for him to cut himself off as his hands fell to his gut. "Whoa ..." While still annoyed that my view would be blocked, I perked up at that clear indication that the changes were beginning. Sure enough, almost immediately, Ollie's features started shifting, most notably in terms of his height. A lot of the other stuff was hidden under increasingly baggy clothes, but nothing could hide the dramatic decrease in stature that the man went through over the next few seconds. By the end of it, our positions had pretty much reversed, him now being half a foot shorter than me rather than the other way around. Of course, height wasn't the only change that Ollie went through. Even baggy clothes couldn't hide the swelling of his chest as it expanded out to a pair of rather sizable boobs - nowhere near as big as mine, though. Possibly most striking, was the change to his face, where features grew increasingly soft and delicate, turning angular and mediocre male features into a picture of cuteness that brought to mind thoughts of dolls, particularly his big, blue eyes which were a perfect match to the sunflower blonde color his hair painted itself as it extended out past his much-slimmed shoulders. As his changes seemed to settle, Ollie stuttered out a weak, little "I- I-Is it-?" before clutching at his now slim, smooth throat at the sound. It was nothing like him as a guy. His new voice was soft, high, and a little breathy, creating a sound that was very cute and very feminine. "Is that my voice?!" "Seems like it," I remarked with a chuckle, although it sounded distinctly giggle-like. "It definitely suits you. You're just such a cute, little thing." "What?! No I'm not!" Ollie blurted defensively, serving only to make him sound cuter and girlier. "Oh yeah? You're like five foot, man!" I declared as I stepped closer to really put the difference in our heights in perspective. "Everything about you is tiny! Well, except for these." As I added that last bit, I reached out to grab my friend's new rack and give it a squeeze. Squeaking out a girlish yelp, Ollie hopped back. "Hey! Stop that!" "Oh, come on! I'll let you play with mine if I can play with yours," I offered. "Maybe I don't want to play with yours!" Ollie retorted. "Ever think of that?" "No," I answered bluntly as I hefted the massive globes of flesh. "I mean look at these things." "I am, and they look ridiculous!" Ollie declared an edge of panic creeping into his voice. "This whole situation is ridiculous! Men don't just turn into women with a little pill! It's gotta be like a hallucination or something! Yeah, it's just like a bad acid trip!" Taken aback by the sudden shift, I held up my hands in a halting gesture. "Whoa, dude, calm down, it's not that big of a deal." "Not that big of a deal?!" Ollie shrieked. "You just grabbed my tits! Why do I even have tits?!" "Jesus, fuck, it's just for one night, calm the fuck down!" I shot back emphatically. "You're not stuck like that or anything, so just breathe!" Much to my surprise, my friend actually obeyed that command, taking a deep, ragged breath that I couldn't help but notice made his shirt tighten quite interestingly at his chest. That tightness faded a moment later when he let it back out again, but it was at least traded for a sense of calm in his voice when he spoke again. "Right. It's just temporary. All I have to do is take a pill," he mumbled as much to himself as me, at least at first. Then his attention shifted quite fully to me. "Where are these reversal pills." "Right here," I answered, reaching over to pick up the last item on the counter, a sealed plastic baggy with two littel blue pills inside. "Okay, give me one," Ollie commanded, extending one tiny hand. I shook my head, only to again have to swipe some hair out of my eyes. "No. I'm not letting you waste this opportunity, so just-" "Give me one!" Ollie screamed, all sense of calm vanishing. Starting in surprise at the outburst, I narrowed my eyes. "No, and I don't see why you're being so crazy about this! It's not that big of a deal!" "Really, you're gonna stand there jiggling all over the place and tell me this isn't a big fucking deal?!" Ollie demanded incredulously. "Alright, well, these are a big deal," I admitted, smirking as I gestured at my melons. "But hey, I'm the only one that has to deal with them. Yours are a lot smaller." "They're still huge!" Ollie retorted, reaching up to grab his boobs. I shrugged. "Meh, big maybe, but not-" "Not the point, Billy!" Ollie cut me off impatiently. "You're right," I admitted. "What is the point is that right now our apartment is holding two of the hottest girls it's ever seen, if not the two hottest, and rather than take advantage of that and get to see 'em naked and play with their tits, you wanna send one of 'em away. Do you understand how stupid that is?" Jaw tightening, Ollie leveled a hate-filled glare at me. "One very important point you left out is that I'm one of those girls." "Yeah, I know. That's a good thing, 'cause you won't say no to stuff you want to do," I reasoned smartly. "What I want to do is get back to being a guy!" Ollie stubbornly insisted. "Well, you're not gonna for a bit, so unless you want me to hide these reversal pills somewhere that they might get damaged or lost, how about you just suck it up and stop being a bitch? Hmm?" I countered, jiggling the precious bag with the little, blue pills. My friend's eyes narrowed to slits, and for one long moment, he just glowered at me like that. Then, finally, his resistance seemed to crumble as he nodded. "Okay, fine, your right. I suppose it would be a wasted opportunity." "There ya go! I knew you'd see reason eventually," I declared happily as I set the baggy back on the counter. "Now what do you say to popping that shirt off, and swapping a few gropes." "Fine," Ollie relented wearily, reaching up to start unbuttoning his dress shirt in a decidedly perfunctory and unsexy way. However, what was very sexy was watching his new assets jiggle about as he shrugged it off his shoulders and tossed it away. Hell, there were some other sexy bits too, like how tiny his body was, especially that little waist of his that somehow sported a faint six pack. His lithe arms had some muscle tone to them, too - surprisingly athletic for someone so petite. My friend seemed to gain some appreciation for his situation as well when he saw himself topless, leaking out an impressed, "Whoa ..." as he let his hands run over his curves before settling on his boobs. "I guess these things are pretty ... impressive." "I'll say," I remarked, watching the whole display with rapt attention, along with some other ... interesting sensations. God, I couldn't remember ever being this aware of my nipples as a guy, yet now they were almost uncomfortably hard. "Want some alone time with them or ready to swap for a bit?" "Oh, uhm ..." Ollie mumbled, his cheeks pinkening slightly as he pulled his hands from his chest. "Whatever ..." Grinning, I closed the gap between us with an eager, "Whatever, it is!" Then, I grabbed the transformed guy's hands and planted them right atop my new sweater puppies to give him something to hold him in place before I went in for a grope of my own. That seemed to do the trick as he was so preoccupied with what he was holding that he didn't even twitch when I got my hands on his. That said, I still ended up being the first to squeeze. Right away, the difference between the tits I'd ended up with and Ollie's was clear. It wasn't just because of size. My friend's weren't completely overwhelming like mine had been, but they were still plenty big enough to overflow my hands. They were so much firmer, though. Mine had been incredibly soft, to the point where it felt like my fingers were being sucked into their marshmallowy mass. Ollie's were much more resilient, still plenty soft, but not instantly yielding to even the slightest pressure. Very nice. In the back of my mind, I could feel my friend follow my lead, giving my rack a few solid squeezes. Meanwhile, I was pretty quickly getting past the point of just wanting to fondle. I really would've liked to stick my cock between these two firm mountains, but I didn't have one at the moment. I had something that was almost the opposite. Instead of throbbing and hard, it was hot and goopy. That was fine, though. I could figure that out later. For now, I would gladly settle for a motorboat. Maybe I could even convince my friend to let me suck his- Suddenly, Ollie's hands released my chest. Then, he pulled back, lifting those hands along the way to make sure my grasp on him broke as well. After that, he just stood there, arms folded, and his gaze seeming to linger on my chest. Brow furrowing in confusion, I asked, "What? Something wrong with my tits?" Ollie shook his head. "No, they're ... spectacular. It's just. This is kinda weird." "Weird? What's weird about it?!" I demanded. "You're getting to play with a rack that you just said was spectacular!" "Well, that's sort of why it's weird, actually," Ollie explained in a quiet, unconvincing way made only more so by his high, soft voice. "I mean ... I don't know about you, but no girl has ever just stood there and let me play with her breasts." "Okay ..." I allowed the point, although I didn't agree that it was a good one. Girls might not do that, but I would love it if they did. Rather than voice that opinion, however, I chose to make a different argument. "But I wasn't just standing there. I was playing with yours as well." "Yeah, well, no girl's ever done that before either," Ollie remarked, adding a light, little laugh that was probably supposed to be a chuckle. Screwing my face up at that, I spat. "It's supposed to be a new experience, you know?" "Yeah, and I had it. It felt weird," Ollie declared. "Well, maybe we can find a way to make it feel less weird," I suggested. Doubt invaded Ollie's cute features as he shrugged. "Maybe, but I don't have any ideas how." "Well, what if it was more like normal with a girl," I proposed. "We could make out." A helpless laugh burst out of my friend at that idea. "No, if there's anything that could make this weirder, it's us making out." "How do you know if we don't try it?" I questioned. "Has that reasoning ever worked on a girl ever?" Ollie answered with a question of his own. "No," I admitted glumly, followed by tapping the fingers of one hand on the back of the other for a moment before adding, "What are we supposed to do then?" Ollie shrugged. "Personally, I kinda just want to change back, but I'm willing to tough it out as a girl for a bit just to see what it's like. Want to put some shirts on and then, I don't know, watch a movie?" "Watch a movie? Really?" I asked incredulously. Again, my friend shrugged. "Seems like a good way to get comfortable to me? What do you want to do?" "Have sex," I told him bluntly. Tittering out a beautiful giggle, Ollie rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well, you're gonna have to find someone else for that or just take care of yourself." That refusal pulled a weary sigh out of me. "But the whole point of turning you into a girl, too, was so that we could do a lesbian thing." "Glad to know you were only looking to fuck me," Ollie remarked. "It wasn't the - only - thing I was looking for," I corrected. "I really thought this would be a mind blowing experience for both of us." "Ah, well, you succeeded in that. My mind was definitely blown by this," Ollie informed me as he looked down at his female self. "But now, I'm kinda hoping to have a little time to settle down, pick up all the pieces, and put it back together." Once again, I leaked out a weary sigh. "Fine. Let's watch a movie." *********************************************** *********************************************** "Mmm, yeah, very nice ..." I critiqued as I stared at my reflection running her hands over her curves. This was one of those moments where I was very glad for the mirrored closet doors that my apartment had come with. With them, I could view every detail of my altered form. There were dainty feet leading into the smooth, creamy curves of a pair of incredibly long, shapely legs. Those then swelled out into lushly rounded hips that framed both a neat, hairless crotch in the front and a full, outstanding ass in the back before sweeping back inward into an absolutely tiny waist. It was actually kind of crazy just how dynamic that shift really was. I'd never seen a girl with such dramatic curves before, and they only got more so once I moved past her waist up to her colossal tits. She even had a stunning face with full, pouty lips, bewitching green eyes, and vibrant, fiery hair set against a flawless peaches and cream complexion. "God, what I wouldn't do to be able to fuck this girl ..." I breathed out in her honeyed voice. That wasn't exactly an option, given that I was her, but at the same time, it also made it very possible, just in a different sense of the word. I definitely intended to explore that other sense quite fully. "It would have been even better if Ollie had just not be a fucking pussy about this." Even as irritation surged at my friend's ruining of my plans, I quickly shoved it, and all thoughts of him, out of my head. He and his decision to go to his own room after we'd finished the movie were irrelevant at the moment. Whatever he was up to in there, and I'd wager it was pretty similar to my own plans, he'd left me on my own to enjoy my night as a woman. "And there is plenty to enjoy," I remarked as I hefted the bountiful melons that I'd been gifted with. The fact that those words came out as a sultry purr only made it better. There was one thing that had to be done first, though. "I just need to figure out the best way to go about it." Glancing about the room, I considered and discarded a few possible positions. The bed wouldn't really work. If I laid down with my feet toward the mirror, it was too hard to see myself between the angle and my boobs being in the way. If I angled myself, I could see better, but the view got worse. Eventually, I ended up on the floor, back leaning up against the bed with my legs spread and my knees pointed upward. "Perfect," I declared with delight as I looked over my reflection. From that angle, I had a clear view of my beautiful face and tits, but also what I would be doing between my legs. Plus, the image looked a lot like what I might have gotten to see if I was fucking the girl in the mirror. It was so hot. "And now that the visual stimulation has been taken care off ..." I mused aloud, only to let my hands finish the thought. They could have dove straight into the important part, but they decided to make a stop at my pillowy goodies first. Fuck, they were incredible. I loved how they overwhelmed my hands, sucking my fingers into their softness in a way that made it seem like they could just be swallowed up entirely. It was such an amazing feeling in my hands, but ... "Huh, I thought they'd be more ..." I mumbled as I tried squeezing more deeply into the mounds of flesh. When that failed, I pressed even harder only to end up hissing, "Ow," as I found that there was in fact a limit to how yielding these massive marshmallows could be. That got me to lighten my grip, but it did nothing to stop me from frowning. For as much as fun as it was to play with my boobs, they weren't what I'd been expecting. I'd thought after just a few squeezes, I would've felt some sort of ... build toward an orgasm, but it wasn't so. I certainly felt plenty hot and bothered, and I was soaked between my legs, but there wasn't that build. There was just a ... tingle, which was pleasant and nice, but nothing mind-shattering. "Maybe the nipples?" I guessed, shifting my hands to rub and even tweak those stiff, protruding points. They seemed tiny and hard compared to the gooshy mass of my breasts, even though they weren't actually all that small. There was a nice pencil eraser nub there to toy with, leading me to moan, "Mmm ... better ..." but still, they weren't nearly what I'd thought they would be. A few tweaks and rubs wasn't enough to even get me close to a climax. Clearly, it was time to get serious. While one hand kept its focus on my tits, the other I pried away to delve between my legs where it found a hot, wet mess. Playing around upstairs may not have gotten me an orgasm, but it had definitely gotten me in the mood. That much was clear. Now, it was time to figure out how to fulfill that desire. If I was expecting the first insertion of my finger to do what my boobs had failed, I was disappointed. I felt a slight, but exhilarating shudder, but it was not some grand finale. If anything, I actually felt less fulfilled after, as if one finger was just not gonna cut it. Well, that was no surprise. One slim digit was hardly going to be a match for a nice thick cock. So I added another as I plunged in deeper, exploring what I was working with. It was ... confusing. Some things felt great, but there were so many wants at once. Deep was good, but so was full, and so was rubbing at parts along the lips near the entrance, especially the little nub of my clit. Trying to satisfy them all at once with my hand, though, was a challenge. Only a couple of my fingers could really get deep enough, but they weren't enough to fill me up, and focusing on getting deep made it hard to pay enough attention out front. If I went for more inside of me, I couldn't go deep nor did I have fingers left over for other things. Obviously, if I stayed out front, then I had nothing inside. Still, difficult as it was, in the midst of my experimentation, I could feel a measure of success. At first, it just built quietly in the background, but after a while, it started to consume more and more of my thoughts. No, it was more like it was a coming wave, washing thought away, and when they were all gone, it would finally break. I wanted to feel that break. Gasping out quick, labored breaths, I pushed, fighting to get my hands to do more than they could. I wanted hands on both breasts, not just one. I wanted longer fingers, thicker fingers, more capable fingers. None of those failings were enough to stop the growing ... pressure within me, nor its eruption. "Ahhhh!" I moaned out sweetly when that moment finally came, like a damn bursting apart within me to send a raging river rushing out and over me. It was nothing like a male orgasm. Pleasure seemed to vibrate through every part of me, causing muscles to tighten or shake. It lasted longer, too, taking its time to burn through me and start to fade away. Yet, as I came down, I was disappointed. It was good, certainly better than jacking off as a guy, but it wasn't mindblowing. Hell, it wasn't even better than sex as a guy really. Of course, I hadn't had sex. I'd just masturbated with my hands. Still, I had expected ... more. Slouching wearily against the bed behind me, that disappointment in the quality of my orgasm fought with my contentment over having it. It had still felt great after all ... and exhausting. In fact, I felt hot and sweaty, especially when I pulled one hand off my tits to wipe stuck strands of hair off my brow. The other hand, I held up in front of me to look at. The delicate fingers, so inadequately slim, were so soaked with sticky fluids that they glistened as they shifted in the light. Considering that hand carefully, I remarked, "I guess I'm going to need more than just you." *********************************************** *********************************************** Chapter 10 "Ah ... that's better," Ollie sighed in relief as he patted at his once again flat chest. Personally, I considered the change a significant downgrade from the delectable rack my roommate had possessed as a girl, but that had always been a temporary arrangement, so I tried not to be too disappointed. That said, I was still pretty sore about not being able to convince him to try a little girl-on-girl with me. Mmm, yeah, that undoubtedly would've been much better than being stuck with only my own hands to amuse me last night. While there was nothing I could do about my disappointment in my friend, that didn't mean there was nothing I could do at all. For the moment, though, the most important thing was zipping back up the plastic bag with my reversal pill in it. After all, I didn't want to lose it. "What are you doing?" Ollie questioned as he saw me do that. "You still have to take yours." "I know," I confirmed, making sure the bag was sealed and carefully set aside before lifting my gaze to grin mischievously at my roommate. "But not yet." "But, shouldn't you ... isn't that ..." Ollie started and stopped a few questions before finally getting out. "You can't just stay like that, can you?" "Sure, I can. It's not like there's some time limit," I answered. "Mr. Johnston stayed as Gina all of last weekend, and I'm pretty sure he's planning to spend the next two weeks as her as well. He certainly took enough women's clothing on his trip to allow for it. All that matters is that you take the reversal pill when you're ready." That answer earned me a skeptical look from my friend as he inquired, "And when are you going to be 'ready', exactly?" I shrugged. "I don't know. It depends how long it takes me to feel like I've got a good grasp on what being a hot chick is like. Maybe, I'll change back tonight. Maybe, I'll spend the whole two weeks this way. It's not like I have any plans that require me to be a guy." Still, Ollie looked quite dubious of my plan, but that was undoubtedly just him being his usual, overly cautious self. He didn't seem too interested in arguing with me about my decision, offering only a week. "You sure about this?" "Yep," my female voice chirped out the word, bright and enthusiastic. "Unlike - some - people, I'm not a little bitch who panics over having different dangly bits for a few days. I intend to take full advantage of what might well be a once in a lifetime opportunity." "Okay ..." Ollie relented, clearly still clinging to his useless doubts. At least, he seemed done arguing with me about it, choosing instead to ask, "What are you going to do then? Sit around groping yourself?" "Certainly a tempting idea ..." I mused, glancing down at my chest which was covered but not really hidden by the baggy t-shirt I was wearing. Really, it wasn't even baggy around my chest, highlighting the incredible mounds of flesh waiting there. "But no, there's something I want to do first, and I'm going to need your help for it." Instantly, Ollie jerked back and raised his hands. "Whoa, I don't wanna be involved in whatever-" "Jeez, dude, it's not like I'm gonna ask you to fuck me or something. That would be too weird," I interjected with a roll of my eyes. "I just need you to give me a ride. I don't think a cop is gonna believe that my license belongs to me at the moment." "Oh ..." Ollie breathed out as he relaxed and quickly swept a look over me. "Yeah, that would be hard to believe." "Mmhmm," I hummed out in confirmation. "So, you willing to give me a ride or am I gonna have to waste money on an uber?" Ollie's shrug was noncommittal, but his answer was a clear, "Yeah, sure, I can give you a ride. When do you want to go?" An eager grin curled my lips. "Right now." *********************************************** *********************************************** "Really? This is what you needed a ride for?" Ollie huffed in irritation as he slammed the door to his car closed. "You wanted to go to a sex shop?" "Know a better place to get a dildo?" I questioned, rubbing at my chest with one hand as I used the other to close my door as well. One aspect of having massive tits was that there was, apparently, nowhere for a seatbelt's shoulder strap to go except right between them. Fortunately, that hadn't been super uncomfortable, but it had definitely felt weird. A wince rippled across Ollie's face at the last word I said as if it had caused him physical pain. "No, I don't, but why do you-nevermind. I don't want to know what you're gonna do with it." "You sure?" I inquired, smirking at my friend. "I mean, it's likely to be quite the show, a girl this hot just going at herself. I could even set up my phone to record it for you." "Yeah ... I'm gonna say no to watching my roommate get off, no matter what he looks like at the moment," Ollie refused as he turned to start toward the shop. "I know who you are and what you really look like." The laugh that answer pulled out of me was transformed into something more akin to a giggle by my current voice even as I shrugged off the refusal and followed after my friend. "Your loss." Reaching the door to the shop, Ollie pulled it open to step inside all while remarking, "Yeah, I'm thinking of it more as a win." "I'm sure you are, but you're also a dumbass who's totally wrong," I retorted, following my roommate inside. Rolling his eyes, Ollie waved a hand toward the counter. "Yeah, yeah, just get what you came for so we can get outta here. Everything in this place is a reminder that people are fucking twisted." "Hey now!" a female voice inserted itself into the conversation, drawing my attention her way. Immediately, I appreciated the fact that she did so, because she was definitely worth looking at. She had a goth-y sort of style to her, complete with dyed black hair, pale skin, and a few too many piercings. I cared more about the leather corset she wore and the impressive rack it was dedicated to displaying. She looked slim, too, and even had a fairly pretty face that was currently sporting a smirk as she added, "Nothing wrong with being a little twisted." "My thoughts exactly," I agreed, tossing a meaningful glance at my friend before immediately turning back to walk over to the counter, and more importantly the woman behind it. "I'm glad someone understands." "That's what we're all about here ... understanding," the goth chick replied, adding a suggestive twist to the final word. However, immediately after, she leaned in to add a conspiratorial and far less flirty, "And don't worry. My boyfriend was kind of a stick in the mud, too, before I showed him how much more fun it would be to ... submit." At first, I was put off by this bitch just coming out and declaring herself unavailable but I ended up a little more confused. "Too?" I repeated back, brow furrowing until it finally clicked for me. "Oh! No! He's not my boyfriend! He's, uhm, just a friend. I'm not into guys." "Really? Well, sorry for assuming," the goth chick apologized even as her eyes gave me a once over that certainly looked ... intrigued. Maybe having a boyfriend wasn't an indication of her being unavailable after all. "No worries," I answered confidently as I tried to shift into a posture to match by leaning against the counter with one arm. Immediately, it all felt wrong. First of all, the clerk was taller than me. Secondly, the combination of the counter, my arm, and my chest worked to pinch one of my tits uncomfortably. Thirdly, the posture just felt ... wrong - uncomfortable and forced. In the end, I abandoned it almost immediately. Meanwhile, the goth chick gave me a charming smile. "So, since you're not here to get something for you and your boyfriend, what are you looking for? Something to spice up things with your girlfriend, perhaps?" "Unfortunately, no, I'm single at the moment," I declared, not finding it unfortunate at all. It was just an excuse to make it clear that I was very available. "Really?" the clerk blurted out with genuine surprise, again sweeping her gaze over me. "Hard to believe." "Well, it's true," I replied before segueing into, "But, I still ... have needs, so here I am looking for something to help ... fill them." "Ahhh," the goth chick breathed in understanding as she pointed off into the shop. "Well, we have quite the selection. Pretty much that whole back corner over there." Nodding, I glanced back over at that corner before turning back to the clerk. "Actually, I was hoping you could give an opinion on what I should get. I haven't used many ... personal aids." "I guess you wouldn't need to," the goth chick joked with a laugh. "But I would be happy to show you some of my favorites, and if you get bored with toys and have an open mind ..." Reaching over, she grabbed a pen and one of the shop's business cards. The latter she flipped over to write her number on the back before sliding it over to me. "Give me a call. My boyfriend and I will be happy to make sure all your needs are filled." My eyes widened in surprise, but it wasn't because the clerk had included her boyfriend in the mix - well, that was a little surprising, too. What was more astonishing was how easy it had been. I'd hardly done anything at all, just given a few easy, suggestive lines. I hadn't even had to do the hard part. She'd just given me her number with a clear implication that all I had to do was call it to get laid. Never in my life had a girl been even close to that forward. It was incredible. Shocking as it was, I actually lost a beat just staring at the card before I finally thought to scoop it up and say, "I'll keep that in mind." *********************************************** *********************************************** "Alright, see ya later," Ollie told me as he pulled his car to a stop in front of our building. In the midst of removing my seatbelt, I paused to glance over at my friend. "See ya later? Where ya going?" "Somewhere far enough away that I don't have to listen to you playing with your new toys," Ollie answered, glancing pointedly at the paper bag that was resting on the floor by my feet. "You sure? I think I have a pretty sexy voice like this," I mocked the cowardly act. "Very sure," Ollie answered with dry seriousness. "But you have fun." Shrugging, I opened the door, grabbed my things, and got out. "Alright, I will." "Good, you do that!" Ollie declared. "I will!" I shouted back with feigned indignance before slamming the car door closed. That didn't stop the guy inside from flipping me off in an effort to get the last laugh, but I just did it right back before he drove off. Chuckling, I shook my head and walked into the building. The whole elevator ride up to my floor, I spent peeking into my bag of goodies. With the goth chick's help, I'd ended up picking out several. Most were dildos of a variety of sizes, textures, and vibrating functionality to see what fit best, in both meanings of the word. I couldn't wait to see what they would feel like, to the point where, once the elevator doors opened I rushed out and over to my apartment. Immediately, I realized there was a problem with that. At a normal walk, my huge tits jostled around a little in my shirt, but nothing too problematic. It had been noticeable at first before quickly falling out of mind. However, going faster exacerbated the problem rapidly. At a jog, there was a considerable amount of bouncing which combined with the size and weight was unbearable. It was enough to get me to slow down immediately, but even at a quick walk, there was still an awful lot of movement up there. "Damn, these things are bouncy!" I huffed, drifting to a stop as I brought my free arm up to cross it over my melons. It wasn't really necessary to stop their movement, nor did it seem like it would be very effective at it. There was just too much boob flesh there for one arm to hold effectively. Frowning, I considered it for a moment before shrugging. "Guess that's why stacked girls don't go braless much." Settling for a pace that my eagerness found frustratingly sluggish, I continued on to my apartment. When I arrived, I had to stop again, this time to fish my keys out of my pocket and unlock the door. Stepping through, I slammed the way closed behind me and went straight to my room. "Alright, ditch the clothes," I rattled off as I tossed the paper bag on the bed, quickly tugged my baggy t-shirt off, and chucked it aside. Then, I kicked off ill-fitting sandals and shucked gym shorts to get fully naked. The whole time, my massive jugs bobbed and swayed in a way that was impossible to ignore, but thankfully, not so extreme as to be uncomfortable like trying to run had been. "Now, what to start with?" I mused once I had stripped down and turned my attention to the paper bag on my bed. Dumping it out, I gave the available options a quick once over before I immediately reached out to grab the largest of the dildos - a black monster that would put any real cock to shame. "You're certainly not gonna leave me wanting, are you?" The sextoy obviously had no answer to give, but none was needed. This thing had been pretty much the biggest option in the store. Undoubtedly, it would do what my fingers had failed and fill up every inch of me down there. Eager to find out exactly what that was going to feel like, I settled into the same spot I'd used the night before, back against the bed and legs spread. It still gave an incredible view in the mirrored doors of my closet as well as good access to the wet slit between my thighs. That latter part seemed like it was going to be very important to using the black monster that I held. "Now to just spread these and ..." I narrated as I parted my vaginal lips and brought the dildo into position to ... My brow furrowed as I shifted my grip on the dildo along its floppy shaft from the base to the tip. While that improved my control, making it easier to aim the thing toward my opening, it didn't no ease my frustration. No, that only grew as I tried to get the thing inserted. "Damn, guess it's too big..." I muttered in concession after a few moments of failed attempts. While disappointing, I didn't let that setback ruin the moment for long. I mean, really, this was a good thing. That monster was way too big. No guy would ever be able to compare. Only a truly colossal slut would need something of that magnitude to satisfy her. Tossing the black behemoth onto the bed, I got back up to get a different option. This time, I went with the second biggest, a fairly reasonable approximation of the classic, thick, pornstar twelve-incher. Sure, this would be ... Well, it did go in, at least a little bit. It didn't feel good doing it, though. No, it felt more like trying to pass some mammoth deuce except in reverse. I could only barely inch the damn thing in, and every little push felt like it was going to tear me apart. "Ugh! Fine! We'll start small!" I growled, carefully pulling that thing back out before tossing it next to the black one before it. Then, I turned to the two options that were left. The first was a step down from the previous one, and the second was only maybe about average size for a cock. Not wanting to be thwarted again, I just grabbed the littlest one. That goth chick had said it was a good 'starter'. Situating myself in front of the mirror once again, I brought the little one into position. "Alright, third time's the charm," I stated before I slowly started pushing it in. Honestly, I had expected to find this little dildo to be much like my fingers - disappointing. It wasn't. Despite being notably thinner and shorter than the last one, which had technically fit down there, this one proved to be plenty thick enough to take up all the space that was available and then some. Things definitely felt really ... tight down there. It got pretty deep, too, well past the limits of my fingers. "Mmm ... " I moaned as the sextoy filled me up. I didn't leave it at that, though. I got it moving back and forth, creating a slow, steady stroke that soon had my hips rocking in time. With one hand being enough for that, my other went straight to my chest, grabbing a hold of one of the mountains of soft flesh to squeeze, knead, and massage it. "... that's more like it ..." Using the dildo definitely was more to my liking than my fingers. It solved so many of the problems I'd faced the night before. It didn't solve everything, though. I still only had two hands. My second tit was again left unattended, and there were other missed opportunities as well as other parts of my body that demanded attention they would never receive. Even the dildo itself, so delightful at first, started to show issues. My fingers may have lacked depth and thickness, but they had been quick and dextrous, able to do great work on what they could reach. By comparison, the dildo was clunky and slow. I wanted to pick up the pace and power of the thrusts, but the limits of one delicate hand and a tight pussy made that impossible. Still, I could manage enough to keep the orgasm building, driving me closer and closer to - "Ahhhh!" the moan escaped my lips as the wave washed over me. It wasn't the tsunami I had wanted, though. It was mild and tinged with disappointment, really not much better than I had managed with just my fingers. It was still great by guy standards, but it wasn't the earth- shattering moment that chicks always made it seem like when I was with them. "Damn ..." was the first thing I said once I had finally come down from the high. As I did, I slowly pulled my so-called aid in the endeavor out to hold it up. Like my fingers the night before, it was slick and sticky, but also disappointing. "I guess I'm going to need more than you, too." *********************************************** *********************************************** Chapter 11 A bored little sigh escaped my lips as the TV showed the beginnings of the second movie I had put on to pass the time. Hopefully, it would be better than the first, but I doubted it actually would be. Unfortunately, alone and still frustrated by the performance of my recent purchases, I had little else to do. Flopping onto my side on the couch, I fought with my blanket for a few moments to get it tugged fully over me once again. Even once it was, though, I couldn't sit still. I kept squirming and fidgeting trying to get comfortable. "Grah! Damn it, tits! Stop falling into stupid positions!" I growled as I grabbed the troublesome mounds and forcibly pulled them into a better spot. As amazing as they were to play with, the massive melons were awful for lying down. If I laid on my back, their considerable weight, even with some of their mass spilling off to the sides, pressed down on my chest in a way that made me feel chronically short on breath. Lying on my side, instead, resolved that problem, but the huge globes had a tendency to go where they pleased while I was getting into position. That could result in things like one getting pinned under me, which had been quite painful, to positions that were just uncomfortable. In fact, there was only one spot that really worked for them, kind of gathered up together right in front of me. Even there wasn't perfect, though. They were so big and I was so slim that they created this mass of flesh that tended to get in the way, especially of my top arm. That limb ended up having to rest along the upper curve of my body so as to not squish the things between it and the sofa beneath me. Of course, even once I had my boobs situated, that wasn't the end of my torment. I was then required to fix my hair, several long strands of which always managed to fall into my face whenever I had to fight with other parts of my body. I had to be pretty careful with it as well, because it, too, had a way of getting caught under me, leading to scalp searing tugs if I moved the wrong way. Irritatingly, it was also very resistant to being moved around, tending to stick to things like the blanket atop of me, so that only the part near my face was swiped back, a situation that would inevitably lead to it falling back into my way a few moments later. It was such a hassle. Eventually, I did manage to win the battle, hair and jugs both as out of the way as they ever got. That left me free to finally pay attention to the movie I'd put on - for a moment anyway. Almost as if intentionally timed, a couple of seconds later, I heard the sound of the front door opening. Not long after that, I heard Ollie sigh, "Whew, for a second there I thought I was going to walk in on you watching porn," in relief from somewhere in the kitchen. "Nope, not unless gunfire and blood splattering happens to turn you on," I replied, trying to make a joke out of it, but not really feeling it. Chuckling, my roommate walked over to peek at me on the couch. "Is that your bedspread?" Pushing myself up to a sitting position, I shoved the blanket away as I tossed a harsh look at my friend. "I was cold. Got a problem with that?" "Nope," Ollie conceded immediately before moving over to plop into one of the nearby chairs. Given the way he turned his gaze toward the TV, it seemed he intended to join me in watching the movie. Without the blanket, the chill of the apartment was quick to settle on me again, but I refused to retrieve the discarded thing. Instead, I folded my arms to tough it out, but that had its own problems. My tits were so large that they got in the way of my arms as they folded on one another. It also left those limbs rested atop the fleshy expanse which didn't feel comfortable at all. Huffing in frustration, I abandoned that first attempt to start a second, this time lifting up the mounds to slide my arms underneath them where they folded much more easily. Of course, they also served as a shelf for the warm, heavy mass, pushing them up and together while quickly heating up my forearms. "So, where did you go, anyway?" I demanded once I finally got my arms situated. "Hmm?" Ollie hummed as he pulled his attention from the movie. It was only briefly, though. As soon as he realized what I'd asked, he turned back while absently answering, "Oh, actually, I was just watching a movie. Well, I went and got lunch first. I figured that would give you enough time to ... finish up." "Lunch probably would've been enough for that," I grumbled, slouching back against the couch as I, too, turned my attention to the TV. Breaking off from the movie again, Ollie looked my way with an eyebrow raised. "Oh? The toys were that good?" "Hardly!" I scoffed in disdain. "They were ... " Trailing off for a moment, I sat up again to focus on my friend. "Last night ... did you ... test out what it's like as a girl?" "Yep, only reason I agreed to stay that way until this morning," Ollie informed me before adding a shrug. "It was alright. A lot more work for not getting that much more out of it." "Yeah! Exactly!" I agreed emphatically. "Which got me thinking, 'This is it? This is what all those girls have been screaming about all this time?' So, I thought, maybe it was just, y'know, 'cause I was doing it myself. Pussy feels better than a hand as a guy, so I figured a dick would probably feel better than a hand for a girl." Ollie nodded along with that line of reason. "Makes sense. I'm guessing there's a but, coming, though." "The 'but' was that it didn't. I mean, it did - some - things better, but it was worse at other stuff. Over all, it ended up about the same," I explained. After a moment of considering that, Ollie shrugged and turned back to the TV. "I don't know, man. You've had more experience with the whole 'being a girl' thing than I have. Maybe try asking a real one?" "A real one ..." I repeated back thoughtfully. "Maybe that was the problem? I mean, a dildo is basically like one of those gross fake pussy things, right. Maybe a real one would do the trick?" That idea immediately had Ollie turning back to me, his eyes narrowed. "What? Wait ... you're not actually considering doing it with some guy are you?" "Why not?" I questioned. "Because you're a dude, dude!" Ollie exclaimed. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were acting pretty fucking gay, but since I do know better, I'm gonna go with ... what the hell are you fucking thinking?!" "I'm not a dude at the moment," I pointed out, using my folded arms to jostle the rack they were supporting. "Unless you think I've been hiding these monsters from you all these years." That argument had Ollie smacking a hand against his forehead. "Just because you took some weird pill to get tits for a couple days, doesn't mean you're not a straight guy anymore. Right?" As he asked that, my friend removed the hand from his head to gesture down at himself. "I don't suddenly look attractive to you, do I?" "Hell no!" I denied outright only for my lips to then curl into a smirk. "But, you're also an ugly sonnovabitch." Clearly not amused, Ollie narrowed his eyes at me as he huffed, "Be serious, dude." "Alright, fine, you're right, I'm not suddenly attracted to guys, and the idea of letting one pound on me is far from ... thrilling," I conceded to both the demand and my roommate's argument. "But ... I am not a guy at the moment. That means, I have the right parts to enjoy this, and since I'm crazy fucking hot, I can just focus on myself for visual stimulation and ignore the guy outside of his efforts to get me off." At first, Ollie didn't seem to know what to do with that, just staring at me for a second before he finally blinked and stated, "This is a terrible plan." "Is it, though?" I shot back. "I mean, aren't you curious about what it feels like for them when they just ride through orgasm after orgasm? This is my chance to feel it for myself." "Am I curious? Yes," Ollie admitted, only to quickly add, "Am I curious enough to have sex with a guy? Hell fucking no. I enjoy sex plenty just the way I am, thank you very much." "Whatever," I muttered, waving off my friend's concerns. Of course, he felt that way. He was a little bitch who'd wanted to ditch out from the start rather than take advantage of this incredible opportunity. That I'd even convinced him to stay a girl for one night was a miracle. My friend's face twisted up incredulously at that response. "Whatever? Really?" "Yeah, whatever. I heard what you said, but I don't agree, and I don't have to fucking convince you either," I shot back. "If I want to go get plowed by some dude, it's none of your damn business." "Uck, whatever," Ollie spat as he shoved himself up from his chair. "Do what you want. Just don't bring that shit back here." With that, he spun around and stormed off toward his room. "Fine!" I shouted after him. It was obviously a terrible comeback, and it was only made worse by the fact that it gave my roommate the opportunity to answer it by slamming his door closed behind him. Not that it mattered. I didn't need his permission or his help. Looking like this, all I would have to do is snap my fingers to get someone to fuck me. I certianly didn't need some bitch of a wingman who was a fucking downer all the fucking time. The only thing he could do was give me a ride, and I could just pay someone to do that. Shoving myself up from my seat, I marched off to my bedroom, and slammed the door just like Ollie had done. However, while he was probably just pouting like the little bitch he was, I was there for a reason. After all, a hot girl could get a lot of things for free, but I'd probably need to at least pay my driver. Plus, I'd need my phone to arrange a pick up. Before any of that, though, I stopped in front of the mirrored closet doors, peering at my reflection critically. "Mmm, definitely smoking hot," I remarked, eyes feasting on the beautiful woman reflected there as she twisted and turned to give me a good view at everything she had to offer. There was a lot, from the gorgeous face to the huge boobs to the outstanding ass. In fact, she had a lot more to offer than could be seen. Much of her long legs were hidden under baggy shorts. The way her massive tits tented out her loose shirt obscured her tiny waist entirely. Even her hair had its incredibly soft, vibrant locks dimmed by a sort of ratty, tangled appearance. "Hmm ... I did skip my shower this morning," I mused, reaching up to prod at the messy hair up there. It wasn't really greasy, but it was tangled from sleeping and my frequent fights with it as well as sweaty from my more strenuous activities. In fact, while I'd done a little bit of cleaning up after each experiment, I probably reeked of sweat and sex at the moment. My gaze shifted toward the bathroom then right back to the mirror "Wouldn't really help with the clothes, though ..." I mused, but that seemed easy enough to fix. "Guess I'll just swing by and pick some stuff up on the way." *********************************************** *********************************************** "Come on fucking hair, dry already!" I growled over the sound of the hair dryer blowing at my hair. Normally, a minute or two was enough, if I even bothered with it at all. A lot of the time, I just towel-dried my hair after a shower and left it damp. Of course, during those times, I'd had a lot less hair. Now, I had a mane of it that was long enough to reach the small of my back, a really thick mane that seemed to soak up more water than a sponge. It didn't seem to want to give that water up either. Drying wasn't the only way that my current hairstyle had proved to be obnoxious either. It had taken forever to wash too, along with an absurd amount of shampoo and conditioner. Then, I'd had to fight with it for several headache inducing minutes to get all the tangles out of it with a comb. Fuck, I'd probably wasted at least thirty minutes of what should have been a five minute shower on just my god damn hair. It was unbelievable. Finally, after a few more minutes of seemingly ineffectual blowing, my hair was dry - enough. Of course, by then, my temples were pounding, but at least I could finally turn off the hair dryer and put it down. I felt exhausted, too, a combination that made me want to just give up on the whole going out idea and crawl into bed to sleep. "At least, it's finally done," I sighed as I looked at my reflection. Not only was the task complete, but it had accomplished its intended purpose. The tangled mess of hair was gone, replaced by shimmering, fiery waves over my reflection's shoulders and back as well as framing her gorgeous face. She looked stunning, which meant I looked stunning. That in turn meant that, for as obnoxious as this all was, it would make the rest of my night that much easier. Even as I thought that, though, a few hairs slipped, falling down just enough to get into my vision. I tried to just blow them out of the way with a puff of air, but that just made them flutter a bit before they fell back down. That led to an irritated huff as I swiped a hand across to drag them out of the way. "I should buy something to keep it out of my face," I muttered absently as I turned away from the mirror to finish getting ready. It didn't take long. All I had to do was pull on some clean, but equally ill- fitting clothes, set up a new pick up after having missed my last one by quite some time, and wait for them to arrive. It was annoying, but it at least gave me time to flop on my bed and let my headache subside. The pain was just about gone by the time my phone dinged to alert me that it was time to go. My eagerness for the night ahead restored by the rest, I immediately snagged the device and hopped to my feet. I even started to hurry out of the apartment, but that didn't last for long. Within just a couple of steps, the heavy bounce of my massive tits reminded me that such haste was not currently an option. Forcing myself to slow, I tossed an irritated look down at my boobs. Like my hair, they might look spectacular, but they were clearly in need of something to restrain them. I knew what was required, too, a bra. Just another thing to add to the list, I supposed. Although, the idea of those incredible mounds nestled in tantalizing silk and lace ... "Yeah, I should definitely get a bra," I mused, lips curling into a smirk. In fact, I saw no reason to stop there. It's not like my men's boxers were a good fit, so it would only make sense to get something for down below, too. I could always use a nightie to sleep in, as well, and maybe a garter belt with some stockings - just in case. Such fantasies carried me out of my apartment and down to the street where my ride waited. The driver seemed to have some trouble keeping his eyes on the road, though. It was no surprise really given the way his eyes had bugged out when he first saw me. After that, he'd taken every chance he could to look back at me, even going so far as to adjust his mirror so that he couldn't see the road but could definitely see me. He was so incredibly obvious about it, too; must've not had much experience with hot chicks. Despite my driver's distraction, he managed to get me to my destination without crashing into anything. The place in question was an outdoor mall of boutique-style shops, most of which specialized in clothes of some form or another. I'd never shopped there or even seen the stores before. I'd picked it because it was near one of my favorite bars, meaning I would be able to go straight there after I was done shopping without needing another ride. "Which one do I try, though?" I mused as I strolled along the main walkway, glancing about at the various shops. To me, all the different options looked pretty much the same. They were decorated a little differently, but through the doors and windows I saw racks of clothes and mannequins to show some of them off. I supposed that the outfits that each store displayed were a little different ... maybe. It didn't really tell me much, and- "Oh, hello," I cut off my own thoughts as the sight of one shop in particular caught my eye. It's mannequins wore very different outfits, ones that involved much less fabric. After all, it didn't take much to make a bra and panties. "I suppose I should start from the bottom up." Turning, I started toward the store, but I stopped before entering. It wasn't that I had never been in such a place before. Several girls over the years had brought me along to pick out a 'present' for 'me'. It felt a little weird to go into one alone, though, enough so that I paused to glance from side to side as if I expected someone to stop me. No one did. However, I did notice quite a few eyes looking my way. A lot of those were male eyes as they were dragged around the area by what looked to be their girlfriends. I could imagine what they were looking at. Quite a few girls could be seen looking, or at least glancing, my way as well, and their boyfriends seemed to indicate that they weren't all lesbians. Still, when I started forward again, none said a word and I didn't trip some alarm when I crossed the threshold. It seemed it wasn't going to be an issue. Shrugging off the apparently unnecessary worry, I strolled inside as my eyes swept over the extensive collection on display. It wasn't a very big shop, so I didn't have to walk far at all to see most of it. It had a pretty simple set up as well. Bras seemed to be hanging on the walls while matching panties were on displays in front of them. In the middle was an assortment of ... intriguing items that I would definitely take a look at later. For now, though- "Good afternoon!" a bright, overly-helpful voice cut through my thoughts. "Thank you for shopping at Stacy's. Is there anything I can help you with today?" Rather stunned by the interruption, I turned and just sort of stared at the woman who had appeared behind me. She had that sort of too-friendly look to her of someone who was very invested in her customer service role, complete with a pristine, brilliant smile. Why the employee of an underwear store would think to assume such a role was baffling to me, though. I couldn't imagine a guy coming up to talk to another guy while he was buying underwear. Was this normal? I couldn't remember it ever happening when I was with a girlfriend, but there had been a lot of flirting and distracting outfits to look at ... After a second of silent bemusement, I managed to offer an uncertain, "Uhm ... no, I think I'm good." "Alright, well, changing rooms are in the back, and I'll be up front if you need anything," the woman offered in her chipper way, hands pointing along with her directions. "Okay, uhm ... thanks," I answered uncomfortably. "Not a problem," the woman replied before, thankfully, leaving me alone. I waited until I was sure the employee was gone and not planning to pounce on me again before I finally looked away from her. "What a weirdo," I muttered, turning my attention back to the array of underwear on display. One wall seemed to be more bright and cutesy stuff while the opposite seemed to hold the sexier options, so naturally, I walked over to the latter. From there, it didn't take me long for something to catch my eye, a sexy black number with lacy, translucent cups that was paired with a matching thong. That was just the kind of thing this body needed. "Well DD+ obviously," I remarked as I reached up to the topmost of the five racks that were available in that style. Even if I somehow hadn't known that DD was bigger than A through D, it very obviously held the largest options. It was just as obvious that my mammoth tits were going to need the largest. That was the easy part. The hard part came when I shifted my attention down to the table below. That was where the matching thongs were neatly laid out in cubbies. They, too, had sizes, ranging from XS to XL. What did that mean, though? "Hmm ... my waist is tiny so maybe XS?" I guessed, grabbing one of those. Not all that confident about it, though, I grabbed a medium, too. After all, my waist might be small but I also had a nice, plump ass. Figuring one or the other would probably work, I took my selections right up to that weird lady who was waiting by the registers. "Find everything you need?" the woman asked. Tossing my selections onto the counter to get rung up, I nodded and gave a curt, "Yep." Nodding, the woman started to scan the various items only to frown as she did the second thong. "Uhm ... looks like you grabbed two different sizes by mistake," she noted as she offered one of them back to me. "Want to go back and swap this one for the right size?" "Uhm ... well ... I don't actually know which size is the right one, so I was just gonna buy them both and wear the one that fits," I explained my plan. At first, the employee just blinked in surprise before she slowly dragged some words out of mouth. "Okay ... well, I could help you with sizing if you'd like. Do you know your hip and waist measurements?" I shook my head. "No." "Ah, well, I have a tape measure right here," the woman informed me, setting down the thong she'd been holding to slip a hand under the counter. It returned a moment later with a neat little roll about a half inch wide. "I could measure you right now." "Oh, you guys do that here?" I questioned in surprise. While I had been measured for a suit once, I'd never heard of getting measured for underwear before. Girls did care about clothes a lot more than guys did, though, so I supposed it made sense. "Sure, go ahead." "Well, mostly it's for helping customers fight the right bra size, but it works for this, too," the clerk explained as she swept around the counter, loosening the roll in her hand. As she got around, she jabbed her chin up with a clipped, "Arms up," that I immediately complied with only to get a second order of, "Can you pull your shirt up a little, too, so I can get to your waist. "Sure thing," I agreed, grabbing the hem to lift it until it was right under my tits. Doing so made the woman's eyes shoot wide with surprise, but it only stalled her for a quick beat. After that, she added a superfluous, "Alright, let's see what we're working with here," then went about her task. It was a quick affair, just wrapping the uncomfortably cold tape around first my waist then my hips before she straightened back up. "Well?" I inquired. The employee twisted her face up uncertainly. "Well ... you have such a ... dynamic figure that it's kind of hard to say for sure, but I think a small would probably serve you the best. Maybe try that along with the medium instead of the extra small?" "Okay," I readily took the suggestion, letting my shirt drop back down so I could swipe the smaller thong from the counter. "I'll go swap 'em out." *********************************************** *********************************************** Chapter 12 "Uhm, I guess this works?" I commented uncertainly as I tugged on my current attire while looking in the fitting room mirror. Reflected within was the usual, beautiful redhead, except for the uneasy expression she had on her face as she tugged at her ill-fitting garments. After all, the whole point of buying new clothes to wear was because my male stuff was the wrong size. The problem was that the right size seemed to be harder to find than I would have thought. At the moment, each of my hands was worrying at a different article that I was considering purchasing. One was a top, a light green tank with spaghetti straps. It certainly looked very sexy, leaving much of my delectable cleavage bare. When viewed from the right angle or while I moved in certain ways, it also gave interesting peeks at the lace of the bra underneath it. In addition to being incredibly revealing, the item was also incredibly tight. Well, in some spots. It had taken some work to get it over my gigantic melons. But it was kinda loose around my waist - and too short. My boobs seemed to have gobbled up much of the fabric, leaving too little behind to get the hem all the way down to my actual waist. None of that was necessarily a problem. I'd wanted both tight and revealing. Certainly, it was better looking than going a size up, which I had tried. That had left it baggy and bunched up around my waist while not displaying my rack as well. The way it clung so tightly, though, nagged at my subconscious, making me constantly want to tug on it to loosen it up. Plus, somehow, it showing so much skin while still covering other stuff felt weird in a way that even going shirtless didn't. The other problematic item was the shorts I'd picked out. Like the tank top, it was both tight and loose at the same time. With a little tug, I could lift the waistband up a few inches, closer to where I was used to such things sitting, but it wasn't even close to staying there. It would just sag uselessly until I dropped it again, where it would settle down on my hips, so low that it almost felt like it would slip right off. Between that and the shirt, I had most of my stomach on display. I couldn't go with a smaller size, though, or it wouldn't be able to get it over my hips and ass. "I certainly look like someone eager to get a cock in her," I remarked, shifting my attention from my clothes to my reflection, which was looking not just super hot but also super slutty at the moment. That was good, because getting a cock inside of me was exactly what I was trying to do. That fact that the bra I'd bought was uncomfortable and kept pinching my tits or that the thong made me feel like I had a permanent wedgie were irrelevant as was the awkward fit of the other two items. At least, the sneakers I'd picked up fit right, even if I had been forced to get them out of the 'youth' section. Apparently, I had tiny feet. Eager to get done with shopping and to the fun stuff, I quickly swapped the items I planned to buy with what I'd worn into the store. It wasn't a swap that lasted for long, though. Within a few minutes, I'd paid for my purchases, and found a public restroom where I could change back into them. That was when I discovered there was one issue with my selection. "What the fuck are with these pockets?!" I growled as I tried, and utterly failed, to jam my wallet into one. It didn't even get close to fitting. The best I could manage still left it half outside the thing. I thought maybe it had just gotten tangled up, but nope. After stripping off the shorts to examine them, I found that the pockets had just been sewn so tiny that there was no room for basically anything in them. Even my rather small hands wouldn't have fit. "Fuck. Whatever," I ended up spitting before tugging my old shorts back on and marching back to the store intent on swapping out my purchase with one that didn't have fucked up pockets. When I got there, I was dismayed to discover that they were all like that. I even checked a few of the other shorts and they had the same diminutive, nothing pockets as the ones I'd selected. In the end, I was left to just shake my head, mutter, "Women," and change back into the new shorts I'd already bought. At least, the bag which had come with the purchase carried my wallet and phone as easily as it did my old clothes. *********************************************** *********************************************** When I finally entered the bar, it was with my chest thrust out and my hips swinging back and forth in a forced sway. It was an attempt at a grand, sexy entrance, but it wasn't a very successful one. I had expected eyes all over the room to shoot right to me the moment I entered, but it didn't happen. Most people seemed to be distracted with their own stuff. I did get a few eyes, though, some of which were paired to guys who reached over to slap their buddies on the arms to get them to look my way as well. A few jaws even dropped. Still, it wasn't quite what I'd expected. Maybe I was doing something wrong? Trying to walk like that did feel pretty awkward. Regardless of how it felt, I continued on with the outthrust chest and swinging hips at least until I reached the bar. There, I plunked down on a stool, set my bag on the bar, and started to look for the bartender, only to scowl when I spotted him. He was off at the other end, chatting up a couple of bottle blondes who- A moment after my gaze found the bartender, I saw his briefly flick my way before turning back to the girls. That was pretty typical. The double-take that followed was not, though, nor was his sudden excusing of himself from the bimbos he'd been flirting with to immediately come over to me. I could imagine exactly what was the cause for such a drastically different reaction. Lips curling into a triumphant smirk, I glanced down at my massive tits in their too-small top and remarked under my breath, "Good work, you two." "Hey there," the bartender greeted, sounding just a bit breathless. "Name's Dave, and I'll be the one serving up all your delicious drinks this evening." Forcing my lips from a smirk into a pleasant smile, I lifted my gaze to the man and gave my hair a flirty little toss. Well, I tried to, anyway. I must've done something wrong, because the movement ended with a handful of the stuff falling into my face just as I was trying to respond, "Hey th-" Cutting myself off with an irate puff of air, I quickly swiped it all back behind my ear while silently cursing myself for forgetting to buy something to tie it all back. I didn't have time to be too angry, though, as I had to correct my mistake, get back to smiling, and offer a second greeting of, "Hey there." My mistake didn't seem to bother the bartender any. He had the same bright, eager smile on his face as he smoothly transitioned to, "Well then, is there something in particular you'd like to start off with tonight or should I surprise you?" "I'll take a-" I started to give my usual order only to stop myself. Getting prompt service from the bartender was a nice perk, but it wasn't the only one hot chicks were supposed to get. "Actually, hmm ... maybe not." "Are you sure? It's on me," the bartender said the words that I was hoping for. "Oh, in that case," I began as I leaned forward and added some extra breathiness to my voice. "I suppose you should surprise me." Smile twisting into a confident grin, the bartender nodded. "I have the perfect thing in mind." "I can't wait," I replied, keeping up the flirtatious act as the man turned to get started on my drink. While he did that, I eyed him thoughtfully, wondering if maybe the bartender would suffice to satisfy my curiosity. I ended up dismissing the idea pretty quickly, though. After all, he wouldn't be available until he finished his shift. There was no telling when that might be, and I had no interest in waiting. Why should I have to when I looked this fuckable? "Here ya go," the bartender declared with a wink as he placed a tall glass of orange and pink liquid on the bar in front of me. "You seem like the kinda girl who loves a little sex on the beach." The double entendre of those words pulled a chuckle out of me even as I eyed the drink in distaste. I was a scotch sorta guy and not the sort of pussy that had to cut it with crappy soda. This girly monstrosity was probably mostly fruit juice. "Thanks," I offered, at least trying to keep the sarcastic twinge out of my voice as I pulled the drink closer to take a sip. After all, it was free, and there had to be at least some booze in it. As the cool liquid reached my tongue, however, my eyes widened in surprise. The thing actually tasted pretty damn good. Plus, the cool slide down my throat was surprisingly just as satisfying as the fiery burn my usual choices provided. "Pretty good, huh?" the bartender boasted confidently when he saw my reaction. Caught in the midst of sucking down more of my drink, I could only nod for a second before I finally swallowed to answer. "Yeah, it's delicious." "Thank you, thank you," the man replied, dipping his head with modesty that was obviously false. "But that's not even my specialty. If you're still around later, I'll give you a taste of what is." "Maybe, I will be," I offered vaguely, even though I had no intention of being here for long. It was mostly just because I was so impressed by the guy's game. He was smooth and confident, but not overly practiced. The joke about the drink was a good way to make his intentions clear without coming off as needy or too aggressive. Plus, he'd given his target a reason to stick around. He definitely gave me some ideas for how to work on my own approaches, but unfortunately for him, his own efforts were wasted. I just wasn't willing to wait. While I was busy mentally praising the bartender's technique and slurping down my drink, he took the natural opening he'd left himself to slip off and serve a few other customers that had been waiting. It was pretty smart for someone who couldn't just focus his full attention on his target. He'd easily be able to swing back over whenever to strike up another conversation or offer his mysterious 'speciality'. "Uhm ... e-excuse me," I heard a male voice stutter somewhere nearby. It was probably just some shy loser giving it his pathetic all to chat up some broad, so I just ignored it. At least, I did until I felt a tentative tap on my shoulder.. "M-M-Miss?" My eyes widened in surprise as I suddenly realized who the 'broad' was. Why would some stuttering dork try hitting on someone as hot as me, though? Wait ... maybe I was just so hot that even studs would stutter around me? Intrigued by the latter prospect, I left my drink behind me as I twirled around in my seat only to immediately be disappointed. There was no stud standing there tongue-tied by my sexiness. No, there was as I had first expected, a pretty mundane-looking guy in his early twenties behind me - not that appearance really mattered to me. In fact, thinking about it now, this might be a good thing. "Uhm ... hello, s-s-sorry to bother you, but well, I'm here with some of m-my friends, and well, they sort of ... decided that I was going to come talk to you. I know it's stupid, but that's just how friends are, gotta embarass one another, and hey, mission accomplished for them ..." the loser gave the worst approach I had ever heard - especially, in contrast to the bartender that had hit on me before him. Even a complete novice should have been able to do better than this. Despite the terrible chat up attempt, I eyed the dude with interest as he babbled on. After all, he was no more repulsive than any other guy was, and it wasn't like he was fat, dirty, or something else that I wouldn't want to put up with. Actually, he was kind of scrawny, which seemed good - the less masculine the better. My experiment with dildos had also brought up some ... other concerns, but it was pretty clear this guy wasn't packing some secret monster in his pants. Plus, unlike the bartender, he'd be available right away. "Anyway, you shouldn't have to put up with my friends stupid ideas, so I'm sorry for wasting your time. I'll get out of your hair," the pathetic individual somehow managed to get to the point of rejecting himself without so much as a word from me. He even started to turn to leave. Before the guy could even get all the way around, I caught him with a simple, "What's your name, dude?" Stopping with his body still cocked to the side, the man turned his head to look back at me in confusion. "Uhm ... A-AAndy?" "Nice to meet you, Andy, I'm ..." I began only to pause before giving my name, because I didn't have one to give. Well, I had my male name, but I wanted something better than that, something hot, like, "Tiffany." "Uhhhhh, nice to meet you?" came Andy's slow reply, complete with an utterly baffled expression. "It certainly is, because tonight is your lucky night, Andy," I informed him. I got a blink, a furrowed brow, and a questioning, "It is?" in response. "Mmhmm," I hummed with an emphatic nod. "Because, my whole goal for tonight was to fuck the first guy that came my way, and you're that guy, even if it did take a group of friends to shove you over to me." Again, I got a blink from Andy, then another. "I ... you ..." "Yes, us, together, and yes, I'm very serious, but only if you stop stammering like an idiot and take me back to your place right now," I told him. "Wait really?" the guy blurted out. "Do you - really - want to ask that right now?" I inquired, raising an eyebrow as my lips curled into a smirk. For a moment, I thought such a lucky encounter might be too much from the loser's brain, but he finally managed to get out of his own way. "Uhm ... no, let's just go." "Great," I declared as I hopped up from my stool, pleased at just how quick and easy that had been. Sure, it was with some loser, but that was just because he had somehow managed to be the first guy to make a move - well first that was available right away anyway. I could've landed the bartender just as easily or whoever would have come along after this fucker, too. Being a hot chick was so- "Uhm ... is that your bag?" Andy's voice cut through my triumphant thoughts. "Huh?" I mumbled as I looked up and saw the guy pointing behind me. It wasn't until I turned around and saw the shopping bag that was holding all my things that it all clicked for me. "Oh!" I exclaimed as I quickly snatched the container from its perch on the bar. "Thanks. Shall we?" Andy's answer was a vigorous nod and enthusiastic, "Definitely." *********************************************** *********************************************** "Welp ... this is my apartment," Andy declared in a self-conscious manner as he weakly gestured around the small living room and kitchen. "Sorry, it's such a mess." The place didn't seem that messy to me, but I also didn't give a fuck about that. I was here for a purpose, and I could think of only one thing that could get in the way of that now. "Your place or do you have roommates?" "Ah, well, it's a single, so, uhm, no roommates," the guy haphazardly stammered his way to an answer. "Excellent," I purred as I swept by the guy to set my bag of stuff on the kitchen counter. Once that was out of the way, my hands went straight for the hem of my shirt, yanking it up over my huge melons then free of my head so I could toss it atop the rest of my things. "Whoa!" I heard Andy gasp in surprise. Lips curling into a smirk, I turned around to face the man even as I brought my hands back around behind me to work on my bra. "Pretty impressive aren't they?" I remarked only to have to fight to keep a scowl off my face as the hooks proved more challenging than I expected. I'd never had so much trouble when the bra was on someone else. Might've had something to do with how gigantic my tits were. Plus, it still wasn't that hard, just took a couple of seconds before I finally got it to pop free. Fuck, that felt nice. The damn thing had been pinching me all night. "B-B-B-B-" Andy got stuck on that single letter. "Boobs, yes," I finished for the guy as I shrugged off the bra and tossed it on the counter as well. After that, I turned back to him and thrust my chest out. "You can feel them if you want." "R-R-Really?" Andy questioned, managing both to get past the first letter and to pry his eyes off my tits to look me in the eye uncertainly - well for a moment anyway. Nodding, I stepped forward to make it very clear that the mammoth mounds were there for the taking. "Yep, go ahead." Gaze dropping back to my rack, Andy slowly and tentatively started to reach out for it only to stop about halfway there. "You sure?" "Ugh, here," I growled in frustration before reaching out and yanking the guy's hands onto my breasts. The act made his eyes widened, but mine narrow slightly. Having some dude's hands clamped onto my chest definitely prompted a feeling of unease. Clamp Andy most certainly did, though, as soon as hand and boob made contact. Slowly that clench turned into tentative kneading as an awed, "Wow ..." slipped from his lips. Knowing I was almost to what I wanted, I forced myself to keep on flirting, adding a soft and suggestive. "I know. But you know what would make them even more amazing?" "What?" Andy breathed absently. "If you fucked me while you played with them," I answered. "So how about you get those pants out of the way stud, and we can get to it." "Oh! Right away!" Andy blurted out eagerly, pulling his hands free to dart them down to fumbling with his belt. As he scrabbled ineffectually at that, he asked, "Do I need a condom or are you good on your end?" Stunned, I lost a moment just blinking. The guy's question was one I was familiar with, I'd asked some variant of it many times, but I'd always been in his position, rushing to get things out of the way, so I could stick it in some chick. Suddenly, I was the chick, and I had no idea how ... complete that medicine had made me. Probably better safe than sorry. "Sorry, dude, but definitely gonna need a condom," I told him. "That's alright. I've got some in my wallet," Andy explained as he finally got his belt out of the way and stepped out of his pants, leaving only boxers between me and what I was after. Rather than get those out of the way, too, though, he bent down to dig his wallet out of his pants, pull it open, and snatch out a little condom packet. "Let me just get this- "I'll get it," I interjected, snatching the rubber outta the guy's hands as he straightened up again. "You just get those boxers out of the way." With a big grin and eager nod, Andy moved to do exactly that. "Yes, ma'am." Meanwhile, a quick bite and tug ripped the packaging out of my way, allowing me to deposit the condom onto my palm. I wasn't really paying attention to that, though. I was watching the guy's dick pop free. My immediate reaction was to gag at the sight. It was gross, the thick tangle of hair with the hideous, straining veins of the rock, hard pole thrusting out of it. However, as disgusting as it was to look at, I knew it would feel just as amazing to have inside of me - assuming it was the right size. It looked to be, but it would be easier to tell for sure up close. That was why I'd volunteered for condom duty. Forcing myself to toss a seductive smile Andy's way, I knelt down in front of him. "Mmm ... very nice," I moaned affectedly to keep the guy encouraged. Wouldn't want him to get scared now that I was so close to my goal. Unfortunately, I didn't have as good an option for keeping myself motivated. The idea of touching this thing ... Swallowing hard, I forced my hand out as I tried to pretend I was just touching another plastic dildo. That got harder to do when I felt the hot, uneven surface of the thing, but I kept at it, stroking my fingers along the shaft to gauge the size. With apparent luck, it felt almost identical in both length and thickness to the toy I'd used on myself. Good, that meant all I had to do was- "Wait, ho-" Andy started to say, only to cut himself off with a grunt. That and a sudden twitch from the thing in my hand was all the warning I had before something warm and sticky splattered me in the face. *********************************************** *********************************************** Chapter 13 "Hehahahahahahahaha!" Ollie burst into a fit of hysterical laughter as I reached the ... 'climax' of my story. "It's not funny, asshole!" I growled angrily. "I beg-haha-to differ- hahaha!" Ollie retorted, barely able to get the words out between bursts of snickering. "Yeah, well, fuck you!" I shot back. "When I change back I'm gonna unload on your face in your sleep and see how funny you think it is then!" The threat did manage to get Ollie's mirth somewhat under control, but it also prompted an exaggerated eye roll from him. "Oh, come on, dude. You gotta admit it's fucking funny that you went trolling for cock like some giant slut and the guy ended up unloading on you before you could even get any. I assume you didn't get any after, either?" "No," I admitted, scowing as I folded my arms. That only made my scowl grower deeper as I was forced to adjust the limbs because of my massive tits. "As soon as I cleaned that shit off, I was outta there. That didn't stop me from needing four showers when I got back home before I felt like I got it all, though." The conclusion to my disastrous evening earned a few extra chuckles from my roommate. "Well, guess you learned your lesson at least. Now, you can change back to a guy, and all you'll have to endure is a lifetime of mockery for not listening to me sooner." "Change back?" I questioned incredulously. "I'm not changing back yet." Ollie raised an eyebrow at that. "Really? You got a face full of love juice and you're gonna keep trying this?" "I'm not gonna give up on this just 'cause some guy can't hold his load when a hot chick touches his funstick," I spat in disdain. "It was a fluke. Next time, I won't settle for just any loser that comes along. I'll get someone good, and he'll do it right." That claim earned me a dubious look from my friend, but he ended up shrugging it away. "Okay ... Why'd you even pick up some random dude at a bar anyway? Didn't that goth girl from the porn store offer you a three way or something?" I was all set to retort right up until that last question. Then, the words died on my lips. Between the disappointing experiment with the toys, the movies that had followed it, and my friend acting like a bitch, I'd completely forgotten that I'd gotten that girl's number. "Oh, uhm ... yeah, she did, but ... I wanted to see what the bar scene was like on the other side," I wormed my way into an excuse. "That part was great by the way. I got a free drink and had two guys practically begging me to take them home inside of ten minutes." "Two guys?" Ollie repeated back, furrowing his brow. "Why'd you go with the Loser McCumsearly if you had another one on the hook already?" "Cause the other guy was the bartender, and I didn't want to wait for his shift to end," I explained. Ollie's face twisted up uncertainly. "The bartender? Sure he wasn't just trying to get a better tip?" Finding the very idea absurd, I immediately dismissed with a wave of my hand. "Pfft, not a chance. He's the one that got me the free drink, and I certainly didn't tip him for it. Plus, it was plain as day that he was working his game on me. He was good, too. A normal girl probably would've fallen for the play he tried." "Heh, sounds like he's the one you shoulda taken home, even if you did have to wait for him," Ollie remarked. "Well, I know that now!" I huffed in annoyance. "Honestly, I just needed to not bother with either of them. It's not like I would've had to wait long for another guy to come along. Whoever it was probably woulda been better than either, too!" Ollie shrugged. "Well, doesn't matter now. Not like you can go back and pick someone else." "Maybe not, but I can try again tonight," I retorted. "And this time, I'll balance out that awful memory by making sure to get someone good, then having the best sex of my life." The shadow of skepticism immediately fell over my friend. "You're gonna try again tonight?" "Yeah, obviously," I answered. "What's it to you?" "Nothing, it's just ... trolling a bar on a Sunday night?" Ollie remarked, obviously dubious of the idea. I suddenly wasn't too thrilled by the prospect myself. The bar scene was a Friday and Saturday sort of thing. Sometimes, it spilled over onto Sunday when there was a Monday holiday, but outside of that, the Sunday night crowd was full of alcoholics, losers, and the very desperate. "Kinda seems like a recipe for another faceful of failure," my friend finished unnecessarily. "Yeah ..." I had to concede, frustrating as it was. "But hey, not a problem. I've already got a feel for the bar scene, so I can just get with that goth chick instead - try some girl on girl before the boyfriend gets involved." Ollie nodded along with my reasoning. "Definitely sounds like a better plan than slumming it on a Sunday night." "Definitely," I agreed as I hopped up from my seat and turned toward my bedroom. "I'll go give her a call." "Good luck," my roommate called after me. "Ha! Don't need it when I look this good!" I shot back over my shoulder before disappearing into my room. A few seconds of searching later, I had the girl's business card in one hand and a phone that was already ringing in the other. After a couple of rings, a female voice picked up. "Hello?" While the voice didn't sound familiar, it didn't discourage me. After all, I'd only met the goth chick one time, and people often sounded different on the phone. However, it was best to make sure, so I asked, "Hey! You happen to meet a busty redhead at an ... adult store?" A light laugh came across the line before the woman answered. "I did indeed. I take it, I'm talking to that busty redhead right now?" "Yep, that's me!" I confirmed. "Sorry for not calling you yesterday, but I ... got pretty busy after I left your shop." "I bet you did," the goth chick replied, voice dripping with lewd suggestion. That comment pulled a chuckle out of me. "Yeah, but you said if I got tired of toys to give you a call, so ... still interested?" "Definitely," the woman answered without any hesitation whatsoever. In fact, she was so quick that it made it obvious that she was very eager. "But I wished you'd called last night. I just got back from taking my boyfriend to the airport and he's not gonna be back for a couple of days." "Oh," I mumbled. "Well, how about you and I-" Before I got far, the goth chick cut me off. "Sorry, but that's not gonna work. We may be open to bringing other people into our bed, but it doesn't mean the relationship's completely open. We only do that sort of thing together." "Ah ..." I acknowledged unable to keep the disappointment from my voice. "Wow, you must need it bad," the woman remarked sympathetically. "Toys couldn't do it for ya?" "No, it's just ... other stuff," I offered vaguely, not wanting to get into the mess that had been my previous evening. Ollie's mockery was more than enough on that front. "When's your boyfriend coming back?" "Wednesday," the goth chick answered. "We could do something Friday if you want?" Hearing that, I wasn't sure how to respond. Part of me wanted to just say yes. After all, this slut was hot and eager. Another part, though, wanted to wince. All I wanted to do was get some guy to fuck me, so I could see what it was like and change back. That should've taken an evening at most, not a fucking a week, not when I looked this fucking hot. Yet somehow, random nonsense kept getting in the way. Whatever, I had two weeks off. There was no rush. "Sure, Friday works for me," I answered. "Great! I'll text you the details," the goth chick chirped with obvious delight. "Oh, and I'm Deirdre, in case you cared about knowing the names of the people you hook up with." "It usually helps," I remarked with a laugh. "I'm Tiffany by the way." "Well, I'm really looking forward to this weekend, Tiffany," the woman replied. "See ya then." "Yeah, see ya then," I parroted back before ending the call and setting my phone on the nightstand. Leaking out a frustrated sigh, I flopped onto my back, an act that nearly got me smacked in the face as my tits flopped with me. Thankfully, they didn't quite end up going that far before they settled back into place. They probably could've, though. "Hmm ... wonder if I could suck my own nipples," I mused as I looked down at the mammoth mounds. However, they didn't look quite as mammoth from this angle. Rather than thrusting out, they pooled on top of my chest - well, most of them did. There wasn't really enough space there for all of them on top of me, so some of their mass fell off to the side which only served to further limit how far out they projected. Still, current appearances aside, the things were huge, and I'd seen girls manage it in pornos. "Meh, whatever ..." I muttered dismissively. At best, it would've been nothing more than a trick to show off how big my boobs were. Maybe, I could've used it while masturbating, but I doubted it. Trying to hold up that much weight by my nipple would just hurt, so it would still take a hand to keep things in place. Plus, while my mouth tended to stay closed during such things as a guy, both times that I'd masturbated as a girl had involved a lot of panting, gasping, and even some moaning. Sucking a nipple at the same time probably wasn't going to happen. "Just one more thing to disappoint me." Casting thoughts of tit-sucking from my head, I tried to figure out what I could do to get the satisfaction I was looking for. Deirdre had to wait until Friday, and Ollie was right, trolling bars on a Sunday night was just asking for another embarrassing failure. Hell, bars in general probably weren't much of an option until Friday. Well, no ... there was the after work crowd. It was tough for a guy, but for a girl as hot as I was, it wouldn't be a problem. That still didn't help me at the moment, though. "Hmm ... guess I'm just hanging out tonight," I mused after a few seconds of fruitless contemplation. Tilting my head toward the door, I shouted, "Hey Ollie! Wanna get something to eat?!" "What happened to spending the night with that goth chick?!" my roommate shouted back from the living room. "She can't until Friday, so I'm gonna wait till then!" I explained. "Friday?!" came Ollie's next response, this time full of incredulity. "You're gonna stay a girl for a whole week?!" "Yes, but girls still eat, so you wanna get some food or not?!" I demanded. There was a brief pause before I finally got an answer to my question. "Sure!" "Kay! Just give me a sec to get ready!" I told my friend before fighting my way to my feet. Once up, I started to reach for my phone and wallet, all I would need to get dinner, only to stop just shy of them as an idea popped into mind that curled my lips mischievously. Ignoring the nightstand for the moment, I quickly turned and started stripping out of the baggy boy's attire I'd lounged about in all day. In its place, I tugged on the outfit that I'd worn the night before. The head of my cowardly spoilsport of a roommate was gonna explode when he saw me in this. "Come on, you stupid thing, hook," I growled in frustration as I fought to get the bra into position. It was bad enough the damn thing was constantly pinching my boobs while being so uncomfortable it left angry red lines all over my skin when I took it off. The least it could do was be easy to - "Dude, you coming?!" Ollie interjected impatiently. "I said just a second, fuck!" I shouted back just before I felt the hooks snap into place. "There we go." With the bra handled, it was easy to tug on the shorts and tank top, completing the look. Then I just had to grab my wallet and phone and ... "Do what with them?" I mused, looking down at my skimpy outfit uncertainly. Obviously, they didn't fit in the pockets, and I didn't want to bring a shopping bag with me like I'd used to hold them last time. Hell, I'd nearly left them at the bar because of that. "I guess I'm carrying 'em," I muttered as I turned toward the door and strode out of my room in search of my friend. I didn't have to go far. There was only a very short hallway from my door to the living room. At the end of it, Ollie stood, impatiently looking down at his phone. When I stepped out, though, his gaze jerked up to me and his jaw immediately dropped. "Holy shit ..." Ollie breathed in disbelief. Smirking confidently, I let my gaze drop to get a nice eyeful of my own outstanding body inside the tight, little outfit. "I know, right?" "What are you .. where did you ...?" Ollie stammered out most of a couple questions, but never managed to finish either. "I stopped by a little shopping area on my way to the bar last night and picked this up," I explained as I pulled my eyes back up to my friend. "Figured it was better than walking around in baggy, boy's clothes." "Jeez, dude. You look like a total slut," my friend assessed even as he remained fixated on my curves. "No wonder guys were all over you." I shrugged nonchalantly. "Yeah, so? I kinda am a slut, right? I mean, I did go out last night with the sole purpose of trying to find a guy to fuck me." Finally, Ollie's gaze broke away from me, largely due to the hand he smacked into his face. "Ugh ... this is too weird." "Oh, come on," I remarked with smug amusement as I walked by my friend, smacking him on the arm along the way. "Stop being such a prude and let's go eat." *********************************************** *********************************************** "Brr, cold in here," I remarked as the cool air of the restaurant hit me, prompting a shiver to run through my body. Immediately, I folded my arms under my tits, clinging them tightly against myself to fight against the chill. "That's what you get for wearing what amounts to a couple of handkerchiefs and a bit of dental floss," Ollie quipped, smirking at my discomfort. "Please," I puffed dismissively as I used my arms to lift my boobs up for emphasis. "A couple handkerchiefs wouldn't even be enough to cover these babies much less anything else." Ollie immediately tossed back, "Well, that's your problem, isn't it? Not enough material for everything else." Before I could say something in return, the hostess arrived to lead my roommate and me off to a table. However, first, I saw her eyes shoot wide at the sight of me. She wasn't the only one to do that either. As I walked through the restaurant, several other patrons' eyes bugged out when they looked my way, many of whom kept right on staring until I was out of sight. For some of them, that never happened, leaving several eyes upon me as I settled into my seat across from Ollie. "What's with the smirk?" Ollie questioned suddenly. Only then realizing that I'd been smirking at the attention, I forced the expression from my face with a shake of my head. "Nothing, just a funny reaction from the waitress." "Ah ... " Ollie breathed, briefly glancing at my prominently displayed melons before turning his attention to the menu. "Can you blame her?" "Nope," I chirped back before I picked up my own menu to look for something to order. I was still in the midst of that when I heard a pained grunt followed by a harshly whispered, "It's my section, so beat it!" from somewhere nearby just before a young man with a stupid grin on his face arrived at the table. "Good evening, everyone. My name's Blake, and I'll be serving you this evening. Can I start you off with something to drink or maybe an appetizer?" Perking up at the prospect of alcohol, I reached for the drink menu to find out what they had in the way of hard liquor. While my roommate ordered a boring soda, my eyes landed upon a rather different set of drinks than I'd originally intended. "I think I'll have a mai tai." "Excellent choice," the waiter praised effusively with his gaze utterly intent upon me, or more specifically, on the expanse of cleavage I was showing. "Would you like an appetizer to go with it, perhaps? The stuffed mushrooms are very popular." Smirking at the attention, I pushed my chest out in spite of the cold that made me want to huddle up. After all, if the guy was gonna stare, he might as well have a good view. "No, just the drink for now." "Just the drink. Right ..." the waiter acknowledged, letting a moment just hang there before he finally and reluctantly pried his gaze from my assets. With a simple, "I'll get those right out to you," he turned to go, but he didn't keep his attention off me for long. No, I watched him go, and it was only a few feet before he glanced back over his shoulder at me. Immediately, he jerked his gaze back around, looking obviously- "A mai tai? Since when do you drink those?" Ollie questioned. Pulling my attention back to the table, I answered,"I don't, but I figured that, while I'm a girl, I might as well try some girly drinks and see if I like 'em," I shrugged. "The one I had last night was pretty good." That explanation earned me a bewildered look from my roommate. "Okay ... you do realize that you could just order them as a guy, right?" "Says the guy who is currently looking at me as if I've gone crazy for ordering one," I noted facetiously. With a roll of his eyes and a shake of his head, Ollie turned his attention back to the menu. "Whatever." For a moment, I just grinned in triumphant silence before segueing, "And speaking of girly shit, how'd things go with your new girlfriend last night." Lifting his gaze from the menu, my roommate furrowed his brow at me. "Are you trying to imply that I'm girly for having a girlfriend or that my girlfriend is shit?" My only answers were a deliberately obnoxious grin and vague shrug. Sighing out a weary chuckle, Ollie shook his head at me, but he still gave an answer. "They went very well." "Obviously not, since you didn't bring her back to our place and you didn't stay at hers," I pointed out. With a roll of his eyes, my friend turned back to the menu. "Not every interaction with a woman is about getting laid, Billy. I like Laura. She's cute, fun, easy to talk to," he prattled off his girlfriend's good traits before adding a sharp, "Oh, and she's not a perverted jackass who thinks with his dick." "Hmm ... " I hummed thoughtfully as I looked down - not that I could see much past the combination of the table and my massive tits. "But I don't have a dick at the moment, so how am I thinking?" "You're not. You're just powering along on the last thought your dick gave you," Ollie answered smoothly. "That's why you haven't changed back, yet. No brain to realize how dumb you're being." While I snickered at the jibe, that didn't mean I was going to just let it slide. No, I also hefted the massive mounds on my chest. "Are you sure my brains didn't just relocate to these things? It would explain why they're so big. I always was the smart one." "Ha!" Ollie scoffed sarcastically. "If those were your brains, they'd be so small we wouldn't even be able to tell that you had tits." I had a comeback ready to go, but I never got the chance to say it. Our overeager waiter chose that moment to return. After that, I was too busy with other things to bother. One of those things was my drink which, much like the one from the previous night, proved to be quite good. There was definitely something to these girly drinks. *********************************************** *********************************************** Chapter 14 My thighs were so soft, smooth, and warm. They felt incredible on the hands that I had wedged between them. Unfortunately, I didn't have a way to wrap the rest of myself in them to deal with this fucking cold. Another in a long line of shivers ran through me, the result of the icy temperature the restaurant had apparently set its AC to. Yes, I was showing quite a bit of skin, but this was still ridiculous. What the fuck were they thinking? Lifting my gaze, I opened my mouth to complain, but as soon as I saw Ollie's face, I knew that I wasn't going to find any sympathy there. He'd probably just make some snide remark about how it was my own fault for going out dressed like this, just like he had the last few times I'd commented on the temperature. Meanwhile, he would sit there perfeclty comfortable with that stupid grin on his- Even as my anger started to build it was diverted away, leaving me to cock my head to one side curiously. Ollie wasn't just grinning, and he didn't just look comfortable. His whole face was taken over by this vacant daze, especially his eyes, eyes that were not focused on either my face or his food. Their angle sat directly in the middle of those two things, aiming right toward ... Smirking, I pulled my arms in a little tighter. Of course, my posture had already been enough to push my melons up and together in a delectable display. The extra nudge just gave them a little surge, like they might be about to burst right out of my top. "Enjoying the view?" I asked in perfect time with the move, my voice dripping smug amusement. "Huh? What view?" Ollie gave me a beautifully clueless response without his eyes ever leaving my cleavage. "The one you have of my boobs, dipshit," I shot back. Unlike my previous comment, this one broke through my friend's stupor. Immediately, his eyes jerked up to mine, and I could see his cheeks flush with embarrassed heat. "What? No! I was just ... thinking, yeah. Didn't even realize your uhm ... were there." A feminine giggle burst out of me at the combination of that reaction with the absurd lie that Ollie tried to pass off with it. "Yeah ... right ... I'm sure that's exactly what was going on." "It was!" my roommate insisted with defensive fervor that included pounding a fist on the table in front of him. If only for the lie to be immediately betrayed by the ever increasing redness on his face. God, it was like watching some teenage loser get caught staring at some hot chick in class. "Whatever," I replied in the most obnoxious way possible. "I don't know why you're so embarrassed about it. I'd be staring at them too if I was in your position." Eyes narrowing with anger, Ollie hissed through his teeth, "I wasn't -" "So, any interest in coffee or dessert?" our eager waiter returned to interrupt my friend's efforts to defend himself. Still angry at me, Ollie turned to grunt a curt, "No, we're done here." "Ah, well then here's your check," the waiter replied as he pulled out a little booklet and set it right in front of my roommate. "Just let me know when you're ready, sir." As the waiter started to turn to go, Ollie caught him with a, "Wait, hold on," as he furrowed his brow. Scooping up the booklet, my friend flipped it open only to immediately roll eyes. "Yeah, no. We need separate checks." Eyes going wide, the waiter blurted out a surprised, "Really?" "Yes," Ollie insisted sharply. "I'm not paying for this ... woman." Clearly stunned, the waiter blinked once before looking over at me as if to check and make sure that I was okay with that. Amused by the fact that this guy had clearly mistaken me for Ollie's girlfriend, I decided to just play along with the misconception. That began with letting out an exaggerated sigh as I shrugged my shoulders helplessly. "I know, right? What ever happened to romance?" "Romance?" Ollie questioned incredulously. That response prompted me to gesture across the table at my friend while I looked to the waiter for sympathy. "See what I have to deal with? He doesn't even know the meaning of the world." "Well, uhm ... I, uh ... I do, if you're - " the waiter stuttered out the beginning of some proposal, but he never got to finish. "You! Stop misleading the guy!" Ollie growled, jabbing a finger at me. It didn't stay aimed that way for long, though, before stabbing at the waiter in turn. "And you, flirt later! Get my check now!" Clearly, the waiter wasn't happy about my roommate's demands, but he caved to it with a caustic, "Right away, sir," before taking the little booklet back and going to fix things. While the waiter left, Ollie glared at him in anger. Well, he did until I couldn't keep my snickering inside any longer. Then, his gaze whipped about to glare at me as he spat, "It wasn't funny." "Oh no, there's nothing funny at all about some guy thinking that I was your girlfriend," I replied sarcastically, just barely holding back my laughter long enough to get the words out. "If anything, I should be insulted that he'd think I'd stoop so low!" Ollie rolled his eyes at that jibe. "First of all, you'd be lucky to be with someone as good as me." "Really? Lucky?" I questioned doubtfully while gesturing down at myself. "Look at me, and look at you." "Whatever. I look good enough, and I'm a great boyfriend," Ollie huffed indignantly. "You on the other hand would be a terrible girlfriend!" "What?! I would not!" I retorted in my defense. "Oh yeah?!" Ollie shot back. "You're just a giant rack from being a dude!" While undoubtedly meant to be biting, I shrugged that critique off with ease. "Whatever. That's a good thing. Hot as any girl ever with none of the boring interests, craziness, or clinginess." "You don't think you're crazy?" Ollie demanded. "You're the one that needs to look at yourself!" "That's not crazy!" I countered. "You're the one that's crazy for wasting this opportunity like you did!" For a moment, it seemed like Ollie would unload on me in return, but then the anger just faded away from his face. Leaking out a frustarted breath, my roommate sagged before dismissing the argument with a wave of his hand. "Whatever. It was just a dumbass waiter. He probably would've made the same assumption if I'd come here with Laura." "Probably," I relented. "Ya gotta admit, though, that it's a little funny that it happened with me here." There was a brief gap before Ollie yielded with, "Maybe just a little." Counting that as a win, I had just enough time for a grin to invade my face before the waiter returned to give me more good news. "Alright, sir, here's your separate check, and as for you ..." There was a brief gap as the man swept his gaze over me. " ... miss. I took care of your meal for you, like a good boyfriend would." "Ugh ... unbelievable ..." Ollie groaned as he smacked his forehead into the palm of his hand. Meanwhile, I was relishing in this secondary triumph by smiling at the waiter. "Well, thank you! It's nice to know there are still guys out there like you who know how to treat a lady." "It was my pleasure," the waiter replied, beaming at the praise. "And I hope you have a wonderful evening." "You too!" I chirped brightly, adding a cutesy wave, mostly just because it elicited another groan from my suffering roommate. With that, Ollie paid his own check followed by an exhausted sigh, "You ready to go?" once he got his card back from the waiter. "Yep," I replied, immediately hopping up to get moving. "Don't forget your stuff," Ollie reminded me, pointing to where my phone and wallet were still sitting on the table. "Oh, right ..." I muttered, my good mood tainted by the irritating need to pick up my things. While I reached over to grab the two items, Ollie wrinkled his brow curiously and asked, "Why are you carrying them around like that anyway?" "Because for some fucking reason girl's clothes either don't have pockets at all or have these tiny things that can't hold anything," I grumbled, shoving a hand into one of my shorts' pockets for emphasis. "See, can't even fit my hand in there, and I have really small hands right now." "Huh ... " Ollie remarked, eyeing the phenomenon dubiously. "That sounds really inconvenient." "You have no idea," I sighed in frustration. "This is the second time in as many days that I nearly forgot something because I had no good way to carry it." "You know what you could do?" Ollie mused. "You could just not wear that slutty outfit." "I would ..." I seemed to concede, letting an empty beat pass before adding, "But then how would you stare at my tits all meal." "I wasn't-argh1" Ollie started to argue only to growl the words away, probably realizing how pointless they were. Instead, he shook his head and marched right past me toward the exit while grunting an irritated, "Let's just go." Grinning in amusement, I fell into step behind the guy with an obnoxiously bright and chipper, "Right behind ya, buddy." *********************************************** *********************************************** The resounding crack of Ollie's player's bat was enough to tell the result of the swing long before he said, "Whew, that's outta here!" and certainly before the ball actually sailed out of the virtual park. "Whatever, you're still down two runs," I retorted as I angrily watched the player on the screen rounding the bases. Of course, my roommate was ready with a comeback of, "Not for long with you servin' up meat like that! "Yeah, well that's not gonna happen again. My bullpen is gonna hold this for me," I boasted confidently, already making the move to give my useless pitcher the hook. "Not with the heart of my lineup coming up," Ollie answered the challenge by aggressively leaning forward in his chair. I wished I could do the same, but I'd already been leaned forward, huddling under a blanket for warmth after nearly freezing my tits off in that ridiculously icy restaurant. Instead, I had to settle for a weak, "We'll see ..." in return. My roommate and I very much so did see to the tune of my bullpen giving up four more runs before the game ended. Meanwhile, my offense failed to make up the difference, leaving a triumphant Ollie to crow, "Victory!" as the game came to a close. "Bleh," I muttered in disgust as I tossed my controller onto the coffee table. That action had Ollie raising an eyebrow mockingly. "What? Is your ass so sore from that kicking that you can't handle another game?" "No, I'm just getting a drink first," I shot back as I tossed off my blanket to stand up. "You want anything?" "Yeah. Gotta have a beer with baseball," Ollie answered while fiddling with his controller to set up the next game. "You wanna try a different team next?" "Nah, I'd never abandon my boys," I replied as I walked off to get the drinks. "They'll get ya this time. You'll see." "Okay, well, I think I'm gonna mix it up. Y'know give ya a handicap so you don't get beat so bad this time," my roommate's taunts followed me all the way into the kitchen. Not bothering with more than a chuckle in response, I pulled open the refrigerator door and grabbed a beer. As I tried to twist one open, though, the crimped edges of the bottlecap dug painfully into my hand, causing me to lurch back and yelp, "Ow!" "You alright?" Ollie asked immediately, making it clear that he'd heard me. "Yeah, I just ..." I started to answer, only to trail off before finishing the lie. I was too focused on fighting through the discomfort as I tried again to get the bottle open. While I did manage to keep any other outbursts from happening, I did not manage to get the cap to move even after a couple of restarts. "Gah ... what the hell?" A chuckle from behind me preceded Ollie inquiring, "Having trouble, girly?" "No!" I spat, tossing a glare back over my shoulder to find my roommate leaning against the counter that separated the two rooms. "It's just slick or something!" I added, making another futile attempt at the cap to prove my point. "Well, that would be a kind of trouble," Ollie pointed out as he slipped and extended a hand. "Here, let me." "I got it!" I huffed, giving one more, fully serious attempt only to wince at the pain it caused in my hand. Lips twisted in a smirk, Ollie shrugged. "Alright, keep embarrassing yourself." "Argh! Fine!" I growled, shoving the bottle into my friend's grasp. "But you're not gonna - Before I could even finish, Ollie gave a lazy-looking twist that was followed by the audible pop of the bottle opening. "Huh, look at that." "That's just 'cause I loosened it up for ya," I argued, folding my arms under my tits. "Oh really? Then how about ..." Ollie remarked as he leaned past me to grab another bottle out of the refrigerator. This, he opened with the same lack of struggle. "Oh, look, I got that one too." "It probably wasn't slick!" I hissed even as I felt my cheeks heat up. It was just because my hands were so soft. That was why it had hurt, and the pain was the only thing that had kept me from doing exactly what my roommate had done. "Sure," Ollie replied with a roll of his eyes before handing the second bottle to me. "Now, are we gonna play again or what?" A moment passed where I just eyed the bottle before I begrudgingly took it. "Well, I don't know if I'd call what you do playing ... It's more like flailing wildly and hoping you hit something." "And yet somehow you still gave up nine runs," Ollie remarked. "Well, I won't this time!" I countered. "So, get back to your seat already so I can kick your ass!" *********************************************** *********************************************** "Alright, that's enough for me," Ollie announced, followed by a groan as he stood up and stretched to ease the stiffness of too much sitting. "Boo!" I jeered at that decision. Coming down from his stretch, my roommate rolled his eyes at me. "Whatever. Unlike some people I have work tomorrow." "So what?" I shot back dismissively. "Just take the day off." "And do what exactly?" Ollie questioned. I shrugged. "Help me not die of boredom?" A little smirk curled Ollie's lips. "Aw, but I was really hoping it would get you this year." "Oh yeah? What would you do for a roommate then, huh?" I demanded. "I don't know. Maybe find someone who didn't suck?" Ollie jibed. That joke got a chuckle out of me. "Well, too bad, 'cause it's not gonna happen." "So you're not gonna die from boredom?" Ollie inquired. "Nope!" I declared. "Well, then there's no need for me to take tomorrow off," came Ollie's smooth retort. My eyes narrowed slightly at my friend's glibness. "Well played." "Thank you," Ollie replied, bowing his head as if he was being gracious. When his head came back up, he added, "What are you gonna do tomorrow anyway?" I gave a helpless shrug. "No idea." "Well, what do you usually do when your boss goes on his annual trip?" Ollie asked as he picked up all the empty beer bottles that were sitting around. "Nothing really," I answered. "Work out, hang at the beach, try to pick up chicks ..." "Hmm ..." Ollie hummed thoughtfully for a moment as he glanced at me. "Well, you're probably not gonna be picking up too many chicks like that, but the other two ... actually, do you need to work out while you're like that? You've skipped the last couple of days, haven't you." "I have ..." I confirmed as I furrowed my brow thoughtfully. My friend was right in that I had been skipping my morning workouts due to a mix of late nights and eagerness to experiment. Plus, it wasn't like a couple days would hurt. Plans had changed, though. I was going to be a girl for at least a week now. That would probably still be fine, assuming what I did affected me after I turned back. Still, it wasn't as if I had anything better to do, and I did actually like working out. There was an issue with the idea, though. "I'd have to go buy some more stuff to do it, though," I explained. "Yeah, you'd probably knock yourself out trying to run with those things bouncing everywhere," Ollie remarked, looking pointedly at my tits. My own gaze fell to the massive melons on my chest as I nodded. "Yeah, they do not like anything more than a slow walk. I'd have to get something to keep my hair out of my face, too." "Hmm ... well maybe you could fix that by just..." Ollie mused with apparent thought before harshly snapping, "... changing back already, you dumbass!" "You're the dumbass, dumbass," I tossed the insult right back. "And I'm not changing back until at least after I get to bang that Deirdre chick." "Sounds like you're the one that's gonna get banged in that situation," Ollie pointed out. I cast that argument aside with a shrug. "Whatever. It's still gonna be awesome." "Well, then I guess you're gonna have to buy stuff if you wanna work out," Ollie answered with frustrated defeat in his voice. "A sports bra and some ponytail holders can't be that expensive." "I don't know ... this bra cost me like fifty bucks," I noted, tugging on one of the shoulder straps of the garment in question. "I'd need to get a bikini for the beach, too, and pay for a ride, since my best friend can't be bothered to take a day off work to hang out with me." "Aw, is someone having to pay the price for their decisions?" Ollie retorted with sarcastic empathy. "You poor thing." My reaction to the jibe came in the form of a wicked smirk and threatening, "Oh, people should suffer the consequences of their decision should they? Then I suppose it would only be fair if something happened to you for being such a shitty friend. Like, I don't know, me getting in touch with that girl you like and showing her some pictures of your 'girlfriend'. That should really 'help' your budding relationship." Instantly, Ollie's eyes narrowed to slits. "You wouldn't." Keeping the evil look on my face, I offered a vague shrug. "Who knows? Only way to be sure is to take a day off work and hang out with me." "Or I could just call your bluff, douchebag, which is exactly what I'm gonna do," Ollie countered. "Damn," I cursed with feigned disappointment, even adding a frustrated snap of my fingers. "But if you really want a ride somewhere, I can drop you on my way to work," Ollie offered. "Save you at least a little money." "But also making me have to get up hella early," I pointed out. Ollie shrugged. "Every decision has its price." *********************************************** *********************************************** Chapter 15 "Finally!" I gasped in relief as my ride deposited me in front of my gym. Despite only just now reaching the location, I felt like I'd already had a workout, that was how tired I was. Well, it was more of a mental exhaustion, brought on by spending the morning up to that point fighting with the insanity that was women's clothing. Two separate stores and over an hour later, I finally had what I needed to exercise. "Good morning!" the chipper greeting of Sherry, the receptionist, met me as I entered the facility. "And welcome to Ideal Fitness where your ideal you becomes the real you." While I'd intended to just walk by and use my ID card to swipe inside, I faltered at the blonde's greeting. It was such a rehearsed, professional welcome, holding none of the familiarity that my interactions with the woman usually had. There was no recognition in her eyes either, which made sense. Other than Ollie, no one had any way of knowing who I was. It still felt weird, though, interacting with someone who knew me well but didn't realize that. "Not that you look like you need much help with that," Sherry added as she looked me up and down. Even in baggy, boy clothes I was still something of a sight, particularly my tits which I could see the blonde's gaze rest on. "At least not anymore than you've already gotten." "Huh?" I mumbled in confusion, wondering what sort of 'help' she'd thought I'd gotten. She couldn't possibly know about the sex-swapping medicine that I took, so ... "Oh." I realized exactly what was being insinuated as soon as I glanced down, finding my vision to my feet mostly blocked by my two huge mounds. Lifting my attention back up to the blonde, I smiled and said, "No, these are all real actually." That claim had Sherry leaning back as she peered at me incredulously. "No way." "They are!" I insisted, even going so far as to thrust my chest out and add. "You can feel 'em if you don't believe me." "Really?" Sherry questioned at first, seeming interested in the idea. She quickly pivoted to shaking her head. "No, I, uh ... I shouldn't." Stepping closer, I gave my melons a little bounce as I thrust them out even further so that they hung over the reception desk in easy reach of the woman behind it. "It's fine. Go ahead. See for yourself." "Really? You don't mind?" the blonde double-checked. "Not at all," I confirmed. "Go ahead." "Alright ..." the blonde finally acceded, raising her hands. It was with some hesitation that Sherry reached out, especially as her fingers got close to touching me. "Wow ..." she breathed as she gave her first tentative squeeze. It was the last one to be so uncertain, though, as she quickly grew considerably bolder in kneading. "They're really real ..." "I told you!" I pointed out, quite proud of my funbags, even if they were temporary. That proved to be enough for the blonde as she released my tits. "How'd you get 'em so big?" Having no idea how a girl might end up with natural jugs this size, I offered a shrug and vague, "They just grew that way." "Damn ..." Sherry muttered as her hands cupped her own rack. It was a pretty nice one, perky and larger than average, but it looked decidedly small in comparison to mine. "I've always wanted mine to be bigger. I mean, a lot of my friends have gotten bigger in their twenties, but mine are actually smaller than they were in highschool." She leaked out a frustrated sigh as she stared at my chest. "Maybe I should just get a boob job." "What?! Don't do that!" I blurted out only to realize it was a little too emphatically. "I just mean ... it's not like you're flat or anything. In fact, you're bo-er breasts look great just the way they are. You don't want to ruin them with some crappy boob job." "You think so?" the blonde asked, hefting her perky assets up to give me a better look at them. Having salivated over the receptionist's curves many times, I had no issue with nodding rapidly. "I definitely do." "Thanks," Sherry chirped, a bright smile taking over her face as she released her chest. "No problem," I replied, a little relieved. "Sorry if I made you feel ... inadequate." "Oh, it's not your fault, really," the blonde told me, waving off the apology. "It's something that's been bothering me ever since my BFF Chris got pregnant a couple of years ago. We used to be about the same size, and now she's like twice as big. You just sort of ... reminded me of it." "Ah ..." I acknowledged even as I thought about how I really wanted to see a picture of this Chris girl. Letting out a little sigh, Sherry segued, "Anyway ... was there something I could help you with? A trial pass? A membership?" "Oh ... uhm ... " I floundered a bit as I had to pry my brain off the topic of boobs. "A trail pass, I guess?" "Great!" Sherry declared as she turned her attention to her computer. "If you'll just give me a name, I'll get one printed off for you, and have you on your way." "Alright ..." I dragged out my agreement as I tried to decide on an answer. I supposed that I didn't need to change my last name, so that just left a first name. I'd liked the one I'd used at the bar the other night, so ... "Tiffany McCormick." *********************************************** *********************************************** "Owowow!" I hissed as I got a hair caught the wrong way, sending pain shooting through my scalp until I managed to work the ponytail holder free of my long, red locks. "Fucking hair." Tossing the little elastic band on the sink, I looked into the mirror in front of me and let out a heavy sigh. The chick reflected there looked as hot as ever with little sign of the frustration or exhaustion I currently felt. Some of that was dealing with my hair. Some of that was still holding over from struggling to find workout clothes for this body. That latter issue was actually adding to my reflection's sexiness at the moment. It had taken some work, quite a lot of it actually, but I had managed to find and squeeze myself into some work out clothes. It was definitely a squeeze, too - a really tight one. It had been a good long struggle to get my sports bra's front closure to zip up. I would have gone with something else, but unfortunately, there had been no other options that I'd actually been able to get over my massive tits. Even this one had them squashed down so much that I found it both uncomfortable and a little hard to breathe. The bottoms hadn't been much easier, although that was somewhat my fault. I could have gone with some loose jogging shorts, but I wasn't willing to settle for that, not when I had a body like this. Instead, I'd picked up some super-tight shorts made out of some spandex-like material that had taken a considerable amount of wiggling to get on. They looked amazing, though, highlighting the flawless curves of my hips, ass, and thighs. They were actually pretty comfortable once I'd gotten them on, too, except for one thing. Being so tight and sheer made it feel kinda like boxer-briefs, so I kept getting these random twinges like I was in the middle of one of those dreams where I end up at school without my pants on somehow. "If I could just get this mess under control," I growled as I raised my hands to tug my hair back into a ponytail. This part went fine, just like always. It wasn't until I tried to get the little elastic band on that something went wrong. Holding my hair with my left hand, I snatched up the holder to try one more time. This time, though, I made sure to move slowly and meticulously, making absolutely certain to tug every last strand fully through the loop before I twisted it to repeat the process. There was none of the furious stinging that resulted from pulled hairs, but there was some uncomfortable tightness in my scalp when I released the mass of hair. With some nudges, tugs, and tweaks, though, I managed to alleviate most of that. "Finally," I huffed wearily at my reflection, which had shifted a bit away form its usual overwhelming sexiness to a look that was a little more on the cute side with her hair up - still fucking hot, though. Before I turned away, there was one last thing to pick up - my locker key. Unsure what to do with it in my pocketless attire, I'd left it on the sink while I'd messed with my hair. Fortunately, I hadn't ended up forgetting it there. I still didn't know what to do with it, though. "Hmm ..." I hummed thoughtfully as I looked down at myself only for an idea to pop into my head. "Maybe I do have a pocket after all." Smirking, I took the key and buried it into the deep valley of boobflesh I possessed. The cold metal prompted a brief shudder, but the warm mounds quickly heated the object up to a comfortable temperature. The feel of the teeth on my skin was a little weird, but I figured that I'd get used to it after a while. At least, the thing was secure. There was no way anything was getting out of the crushing confines of my sports bra. That was for damn sure. As I relished in my cleverness, I spun away from my reflection to finally leave behind the shockingly disappointing locker room. I'd expected some bastion of beauty and femininity, but what I'd gotten was, well, basically the same as the guy's locker room. It was drab and kinda smelly, although there were faint hints of girly fragrances from shampoos and the like mingled in with the typical sour smell of such rooms. There hadn't been a bunch of babes in lingerie around either. At that time on a weekday, I'd pretty much had the place all to myself. There had been one muscle-bound woman in there when I'd first arrived, but she'd finished up quickly. Oh look, there she was grunting her way through some bench press reps with all the sex appeal of dude. Sighing at what felt like a crushed dream, I started toward the treadmills for my usual warm up while looking down at the sports bra that was currently crushing my tits. "Alright, let's see what you're capable of." After a few quick taps on the treadmill's controls, the machine whirred to life under me, forcing me to a quick walk. At that pace, the bra certainly did its job well, keeping my mammoth mountains to only the most mild of jostling. That was a good start. However, as I got comfortable with the movement of my boobs, a different movement started to needle at me - my hips. I hadn't really done all that much walking as a girl, and most of it had been done at a languid pace while other things were distracting me. Now, the movement of my body had my full focus even as it was being pushed at a fair clip, and that made a big difference. The quick step made me want to drive forward, but my wide hips seemed more interested in swinging side to side. It lent a rolling sensation to my gait that felt decidedly weird. I tried to fight against it, but it didn't seem to help. I tried to lean into it by swinging my hips a little, but that actually made it feel worse. With a beep of warning, the treadmill started to roll faster, following the routine that I'd programmed into it. That demanded that I move to a jog, which didn't alleviate the rolling sensation any. However, it did bring along a different sensation - bouncing. Some of that came from my new ponytail as it flopped about behind me. More poignant, though, was the movement that came from my chest. Apparently, not even this brutally tight sports bra could restrain the mass of my jugs entirely. It was nothing compared to going braless or anything like that, but there was a definite up and down bob from my chest in tandem to my stride. "What the hell?" I muttered as I scowled down at the bra that had failed at its one job. The sight of those big, spandex-clad mounds wobbling was a little too mesmerizing, though, for me to hold onto my anger. After all, unlike going braless, this didn't seem that bad. It didn't hurt or anything. It was just a little ... distracting. The distraction persisted all the way until the machine beeped again to warn of another increase in speed. Immediately, I jerked my attention from bouncing boobs to picking up the pace to match the new requirement, but that proved harder than expected. In fact, it proved really hard. What should have been a normal run felt a lot more like a sprint, so much so that I checked to make sure that I hadn't made a mistake in the settings. Nope, it was right at my usual speed. "Fucking ... bra ..." I huffed in between short, sharp pants for air, all that I could really manage with that damn thing crushing my chest like it was. This would probably be a lot fucking easier without that in the way or my hips swinging back and forth pointlessly. Still, I pushed on to get through this- "Gah!" I hissed a sharp pain stabbed into my side. Immediately, my torso curled that way as my hand darted over to clamp onto the spot. That compromised my already poor form, which in turn made it even harder to keep my feet moving fast enough. The next thing I knew a startled yelp was bursting out of my lips as the track ripped me back and off of the treadmill. When my feet hit stationary ground, they were sent into an awkward stumble that barely saved me from a painful face-plant. Instead, I was left standing there, bent over with my hands on my thighs for support as I gasped for breath in between hisses of pain. "Ah ... fuck ..." I groaned as I forced myself up straight. All that managed to do was prompt another stab of pain in my side along with causing a sudden bout of lightheadedness that had spots popping up all over my vision. Wobbling precariously, I ended up dropping back a step to catch myself on the machine behind me. Sagging against it for support, I tried to recover from what was supposed to have been an easy warm up run. Just as I was starting to feel a little better, a male voice asked, "You alright?" "Huh?" I mumbled as I looked up and over at the sound, finding a fit- looking young man standing there with a worried expression on his face. "Oh, yeah. I just uh ... stumbled, yeah." I would've thought that was enough to get the guy to leave, but nope. If anything, he somehow managed to look even more worried. "Are you sure? You looked pretty unsteady there. You didn't twist your ankle or something." Brow furrowing in confusion, I shook my head and lifted up one foot to show it wiggling around. "Nope, ankles are all good. See?" While the man nodded at that sight, he still did not move to leave. Instead, he glanced toward the treadmill that I'd been using. "Ah well, you should still be careful. These machines can be kinda tricky to use if you're not used to them. In fact, I could set up a run routine for you, if you'd like." By that point, this guys' behavior had gone from confusing to downright irritating. It was bad enough that I hadn't been able to handle my usual run without this asshat coming over and rubbing it in my face like this. God, fuck this guy. "I can do that -" I started to refuse. "Oh, don't worry about it. It'll only take me a sec," the man explained as he stepped toward the machine to start fiddling with it. Shoving myself off my supporting machine, I stomped after the dense dipshit as I growled, "Hey! I said no, so back the fuck off, bro!" At last, the guy seemed to catch my meaning, falling back a step from the machine as his hands shot up in surrender. "Whoa, sorry! I was just trying to help!" "Well, I don't need your help, so beat it, fucker!" I shot back. "Fine! No need to be a bitch about it!" the man huffed as he spun to leave. He wasn't quite done, though, as I heard him mutter, "Fucking ragged-up cunt," as he stormed off. I was all set to retort when that last mumbled bit hit me like a punch. It swatted the words right out of my mouth, leaving me stupefied and staring after the guy who had said them. Well, for a moment anyway. Then, there was a white-hot surge of rage. "What the fuck?!" I blurted out at the man's reaction. Who the fuck did he think he was? He treats me like some fucking incompetant bimbo, then gets all fucking indignant when I call him on his shit? What a fucking little bitch. Unfortunately, my chance to call the fucker that to his face was past. He was long gone, and chasing after him just to offer a super late comeback would be pathetic. Fuck, it was infuriating, though. "Grah!" I snarled before pounding a fist against the nearest treadmill only to end up hissing out, "Ow!" when the strike sent a stab of pain through my hand. That only made me angrier, but there was nothing around to vent my fury on. "Fuck it. I'm warmed up," I spat as I spun away from the treadmill. After all of that shit, running just wasn't going to cut it. It was time for something more ... forceful. I ended up at one of the gym's numerous weight machines. This particular one had an array of exercises available all built around the idea of pulling on a weighted cord. A few vicious rips at the thing were exactly what I needed at the moment, so I set the weight at my usual, picked up the handle, pulled, and- As soon as the slack in the line was used up there was just a faint rattle as my hand jerked to a very abrupt stop. The weights didn't move at all, though. They weren't even part of the rattle. That was just the pulleys that guided the line and the pin that set the weight bouncing about. Growling, I tried again. Then, I tried both hands. After that, I tried bracing myself to throw some of my weight into it. None of it got the weights to rise even the tiniest amount. "God fucking damn it!" I exclaimed as I kicked the machine with my foot. That, at least, didn't end up hurting like my earlier punch. "What the fuck is wrong with-?!" In the midst of my fuming, my gaze happened to run across the mirrored wall, and I just froze, staring at what I saw there. It was the same stunning redhead as I'd gotten used to seeing over the last few days, except for the unsightly way her face was flushed and twisted with rage. That quickly changed, though, as I forced myself to take a deep breath and relax. "I'm such an idiot," I muttered as I shifted my eyes down from the reflection to my actual body. My tits hindered my view down a bit, but it did nothing to stop me from looking at my hands and arms. Both were slim and delicate, utterly lacking in the sort of hard muscle that I was used to having while I was at the gym. The rest of me looked pretty similar, too. My waist was tiny, but far from ripped. My legs were thicker than my arms, but in a soft, girly sort of way that didn't indicate a great deal of muscle. I was far from some gym bunny and even further from being a guy. Obviously, trying to lift my usual weight was absurd. Fuck, so was expecting to do the same warm up run. Even discounting the drastic loss of muscle and tone, I'd still had two massive tits weighing me down. All the other nonsense from the sway of my hips to some asshole harassing me had just distracted me from realizing this sooner. Shaking my head, I leaked out a sigh and turned back to the weight machine to peer at it thoughtfully. "I guess I just start at the lowest setting and work my way up until I find what's good." *********************************************** *********************************************** I was balls deep in a smoking, hot redhead when all of a sudden, I heard a weird rattling sound that tugged at the edge of my thoughts. I tried to shake it off and get back to some amazing sex, but I found myself no longer kneeling on a bed in between the legs of a beautiful woman. There was no woman, and I was lying down. It wasn't on a bed either. It was a sofa. I could tell because I felt it against both my side and back. That was when my eyes opened, and pleasant dreams became dull reality. I grumbled at being robbed by that shift, but that didn't change the situation. All I could really do was pull my blanket around me a little tighter and hope to return to- My eyes jerked back open again as I heard the sound of footsteps in the apartment. "Ollie?" "Yep!" my roommate confirmed as I heard him pull open the fridge. "How'd your day off go?" "Awful," I groaned as I tried to sit up. My body didn't like that idea at all, though. Every muscle that had to move in order to see it done ached, especially the arms that had to push my torso up off the cushions. They actually shook a little from the effort even as the pain of moving them had me sucking a sharp breath through my teeth. "Oh? Need a beer?" Ollie inquired. My only answer was a simple, direct, "Yes." The pop of a couple beer bottle tops followed my answer. Meanwhile, I slowly got myself into position to lean back against the couch. Once that was done, I let my arms drop to my sides and leaked out a weary sigh of relief. I barely had time to relax all my aching muscles before my friend interrupted me with, "Here ya go," as he thrust a beer in front of my face. For a moment, I just glared at the height of the bottle before I forced a sore arm up to grab it. "Thanks," I muttered disingenuously, then pressed the bottle to my lips to take a long swig. Too bad it was just beer and not something stronger. "Jeez what happened to you?" Ollie asked, walking over to plop down in a nearby chair. Still in the midst of my drink, I made my roommate wait a second before I finally lowered the bottle from my lips and used them to spit out, "The gym." Ollie quirked an eyebrow at that. "Really? I thought you liked working out." "I do," I answered. "This body doesn't." "Ah ... " Ollie breathed in understanding. "Yeah, I can't imagine you were up to your usual work out." "Ugh ... it's not just that," I groaned as I let my head loll back against the couch. "I lowered stuff - a lot - like, to embarrassingly easy levels. It didn't matter. Everything hurts. It's like I've never worked out a day in my life." Nodding, my roommate swept his gaze over me critically. "Hmm ... I guess that makes sense. You look more like the type to model sportswear than the type that uses it. Nice outfit, by the way." "Huh?" I muttered as I looked down to see my new workout clothes still clinging tightly to my body. I'd been way too tired and sore to bother with changing after I got home. "... oh. That part actually wasn't so bad," I commented before giving my sports bra an irritated tug. "Although, I can't say I'm a fan of how this thing squashes my tits." "Yeah, it doesn't look comfortable," Ollie remarked. "It's not," I confirmed only to end up shrugging. "But it's better than having 'em bouncing all over the place when I run." "So it did its job and kept them in place?" Ollie inquired. I tilted my head back and forth uncertainly. "Sort of? I mean, even at a jog they still bounce quite a bit. It's just ... more controlled?" That answer had Ollie's eyes widening in surprise. "Really? Even crammed in there like that?" "Yeah, but it's good enough," I clarified. "It's a good kind of bounce, I guess? Not painful or even really uncomfortable, and there's no risk of getting smacked in the face." Screwing his face up a little, Ollie nodded slowly. "Okay ... so I take it that was the only new outfit you ended up trying out?" Brow furrowing, I mustered, "Huh?" "You mentioned hanging on the beach alongside working out yesterday," Ollie claried. "I assume you didn't get to that." "Oh!" I blurted in recognition only to immediately shake my head. "Yeah, no, I was way too tired and sore for that. Maybe tomorrow, assuming I can move without every muscle and joint screaming at me by then." Chuckling, Ollie nodded in understanding. "Sure, sure. You gonna want me to give you another ride before work?" "Uhm ... hmm ..." I hummed thoughtfully as I considered that. After a moment, I ended up shaking my head. "Nah. Gonna be mostly kids and old people that early. I'll get myself there later." "Suit yourself," Ollie answered with a shrug before pushing himself up from his seat. "Anyway, since you're clearly useless for cooking or going out, I'm gonna get started on dinner." "Hey! I could still order a pizza!" I retorted in my defense only to glance over at my phone on the coffee table, well outside of my reach. "... probably." A laugh burst out of Ollie's lips as he shook his head at my pathetic state. "It's fine. I got it." *********************************************** *********************************************** Chapter 16 "Fuck, who thought making you tie something behind your back was a good idea?" I growled as I struggled to do exactly that with the strings of the bikini top I was attempting to try on. Attempting was the right word for it, too, because I was so far unsuccessful. Women's clothes were such a pain in the ass. After another couple of seconds, I finally tugged a knot closed with a triumphant, "Ah ha! Gotcha!" With those fucking strings finally taken care of, I turned my attention to my refleciton which was looking as hot as it ever had. Some of that was just how stunning the redhead was, but a little bit of it came from the bikini that I'd chosen to try. There wasn't a lot to it, just some string wrapped around my neck and torso and two miniscule triangles of green cloth. They looked especially tiny compared to the massive mounds they lay atop, not much more than was required to cover my nipples. "Mmm, lookin' great," I remarked as I twisted a few different ways, trying to imagine what it would look like paired with the similarly barely there bottom as opposed to the baggy shorts I was currently wearing. The image was certainly something, with a fuckton of smooth creamy flesh laid bare for the eye to feast upon. Likely, there would be many such eyes if I went out on the beach wearing that bikini. It was summer, so even on a weekday, the beach was pretty crowded. A lot of that was vacationing family and teenagers, but I knew that wouldn't stop them from looking. After all, while I'd never been a dad, I'd definitely been a teenage boy at one point, and leering at bikini-clad goddesses on the beach had been a favorite pastime of mine. In a similar vein, I couldn't imagine any man being so committed to his wife that he wouldn't at least look. Plus, there would be single adults out there, too. So many people who would all be staring at me. "Not gonna work, though. Just walking around would probably be enough to get me to pop out of this," I was quick to point out, adding a little hop for emphasis. Sure enough, that resulted in some considerable movement from my tits, more than enough to shift the tiny triangles off my nipples. "Yep. Won't work. Gonna have to get a different one." Rather than fucking with the strings, I pulled the top off over my head. My t-shirt had replaced it a moment later, covering everything that had previously been bare. That allowed me to leave the dressing room in search of something more ... suitable. "Let's see ... " I muttered as I wandered along the aisles of the beach shop I'd stopped at. They had a massive selection in terms of styles and sizes from little girls to middle-aged housewives. Most of their inventory, though, was aimed at demographics with more to show off in a bikini which meant I had a lot of options to consider. Clearly, I needed to stay away from the micro variety, but maybe that sexy black one would work? "Definitely hot ... " I was commenting a short while later once I'd gotten this new top tied on properly. However, in spite of the positive comment, my reflection was sporting a rather dubious expression. While it had notably more fabric to it, this new bikini really didn't seem to be any better than the previous one. It didn't cup my boobs. It just laid on the front of them, covering what needed to be covered, but only if I stayed still. A couple of hops was enough to pop me free from the garment just like the last one. Sighing in frustration, I stripped it off to go search for another. For the next several minutes, I went through one bikini after another only to end up tossing each aside. Nothing cute or sexy was anywhere close to being up to the task of handling my beachballs. Every single time, I popped free without much effort at all. "Fuck, do they only make stuff for flat chicks?" I growled as I popped free of the latest in my string of failed attempts. Sighing in frustration, I yanked the thing off, tossing it on top of the ever growing pile of rejects. I didn't immediately grab my shirt to go off in search of another, though. Instead, I glared at the castoffs, trying to figure out what to do. "I guess maybe if I'm just really careful?" I wondered aloud. As long as I kept it to a slow walk or lounging on the sand, one of these bikinis would probably be okay. Plus, I supposed that I didn't really need to do any more than that. I had no plans to go swimming, and without a sports bra, running was out of the question anyway. Catching on that idea, I turned toward the door that led out to the shop. I'd seen a few sport style bikinis out there. They weren't particularly sexy, but that wasn't really a problem. Any swimsuit was going to look hot on me - even a one piece. "Probably won't fit into one of those either," I muttered with a shake of my head. After all, I'd had similar trouble while shopping for a sports bra. Athletic girls didn't typically have massive funbags, so it had been pretty much impossible to find something that I could actually get on. I'd ended up having to go with that zipper thing from the chubby section. "Hmm, maybe that will work ..." I mused, pulling on my shirt so that I could head back out into the store. This time, I ignored all the cute, sexy things aimed at young women and moved over toward where the one piece suits were kept. There were a few bikinis there, too, notably larger ones that looked like they might have what my melons required. In fact, most of them looked like they might be too big, forcing me to dig through the selection for a bit, holding various options up to my chest until I found one that might be small enough. "Ooo, I already like this one better than the rest," I commented in delight when I saw that, unlike all of the previous ones I'd tried, this one tied in the front. Of course, by then I'd gotten pretty good at the other way, but I still appreciated the convenience. I appreciated the fit even more. The straps didn't dig into my shoulders and boobs, and there was enough material to cup my jugs while still showing an outstanding expanse of flesh and cleavage. It was definitely the best option by far, but there was one issue with it. "Uck," I hacked in disdain as I held up the bottoms that went along with the top. Both were plain white and offered plenty of material for coverage, but while I appreciated the extra cloth up top, I did not on the bottom. Yes, my hips and ass were pretty big, but whoever this bottom was sized for had to be twice as wide as me if not more. The design was terrible, too, basically the granny panties version of a bikini. Even if the size wouldn't lead to it just falling right off of me, there was no way I was wearing that thing. "But the top is perfect ..." I groaned, shifting my gaze back up to my flawlessly cradled tits. Clicking my tongue, I let out a frustrated sigh, but none of that changed the reality that the top was the best of the ones I'd tried by far. That simple truth led me to glance over at the pile of rejects. "Maybe I can get a bottom from one of them?" It would mean paying for two suits, but at least I'd end up with something that worked. With a sigh and a shrug, I resigned myself to the aggravating double expense before digging through the pile in search of something that would match. Adding to the annoyance of the situation was my failure to find anything within that would actually work. I had to go back out into the store to continue the search before I finally found something. The final insult was saved for the register where the total for the two bikinis could have probably bought me ten sets of trunks. It was fucking ridiculous. *********************************************** *********************************************** "Here ya go, miss. On the house," the operator of the little beach bar declared as he set my order on the counter in front of me. "Aw, thanks!" I chirped in a saccharine way, flashing a bright smile before I scooped up the drink to take a sip. Like so many of my drinks recently, it was a delicious mix of fruit and alcohol. Just the sort of thing I needed to take the edge off after the ordeal of bikini shopping. With drink in hand, I walked over to one of the umbrella shaded tables set up nearby to sit down, tossing my bag onto the table in front of me. Unlike my first outing as a girl, I'd thought ahead this time, buying one of those touristy tote bags even before looking for a bikini. That solved my no pockets problem, and wasn't as hideous as trudging about with a shitty plastic bag all day. "At least there's an excuse with this," I mused as I looked down at my current outfit - the bikini I'd just finished buying. It may have been cobbled together from two different suits, but I thought it looked great, clinging to my outstanding curves and showing off plenty of skin. The white color was perhaps not the best combination with my fair complexion, but even with that I still liked it. There was certainly no room for pockets on the thing, though. The only option would've been to stuff things between my boobs, but as deep as my cleavage was, there was no way it could hold keys, wallet, a phone, and my other clothes. The bag would have to serve. Quite pleased with the outcome, if not the hassle it had taken to reach, I smiled as I took another sip of my drink and leaned back in my chair. It was a very relaxing spot with the cold drink in hand, the umbrella above to shade me from the worst of the day's heat, and a perfect breeze blowing in off the ocean. Too bad the chair wasn't more comfortable. The plastic had a way of sticking to all that skin my bikini left bare which I didn't like, especially on the bottom of my thighs. Oh well, it wasn't that big of a deal. Putting the various nuisances I'd endured so far out of mind, I looked toward what came next. For starters, I was going to finish this drink, which was both wonderful and completely free. Hot chicks had it so easy. Then, it would be time for the day's real mission - finding a guy. "But no losers this time," I muttered out the lesson from my last attempt at this. Clearly, I was just way too hot for a guy like that to handle. I needed someone with more confidence and experience - at least enough to approach me without babbling and shooting himself in the foot. It shouldn't be too hard to find a guy like that either - not when I looked like this. Wondering what a good place to start would be, I lifted my gaze to sweep it over the beach. Much of the space was taken up by families, but there were adults, too. Those tended to cluster into groups of mixed company, though, which weren't really an option. A lot of the guys in those groups would be in relationships, and the group as a whole wouldn't be too welcoming to someone trying to insert themselves. No, it would be better to find groups of only guys or - Alone, that was what this guy who was sitting at one of the tables between me and the beach was. While I'd been looking past him, he was clearly looking right at me - well a couple of rather prominent parts of me. They did stick out, after all. Far more important to me than what part of my body he was looking at was the guy, himself. I didn't spend much time looking at guys, but I figured him to be on the handsomer side of things. More obvious to me was his build, which was readily on display given his lack of shirt. He clearly worked out with strong arms and solid abs. A guy like that probably had a good amount of experience with girls, and he was clearly already interested. I just needed to give him a reason to come over. Sitting up, I set my drink on the table before shoving my hands up above my head to stretch. I wasn't really stiff, but it still felt good, and I played that up, leaking out a delighted moan as I arched my back to really show off my massive rack. Throughout, I kept my attention on the guy, peeking at him out of the corner of my eyes. His appreciation was obvious in his wide, unblinking gaze and forward-leaning posture. He wasn't making a move, yet, though. Deciding to be a little more overt, I leaned forward as well, setting an elbow on the table so that I could rest my chin delicately in my hand. Meanwhile, I brought my other hand underneath my jugs and over to the other side. That position allowed me to use my arm to push my melons up and together in an incredibly enticing display. At the same time, I also abandoned sly glances and instead just focused my gaze fully on the man, infusing it with a seductive smoulder that could not be mistaken. Unfortunately, the guy seemed to be too lost in my cleavage to even notice - not that I could really blame him. It was a spectacular sight. I was frustrated, though. It was pretty clear that he wasn't going to take the hint. Did that mean I should just make the approach? Uck, one of the perks of a girl was supposed to be not having to do that. Besides, did I even want someone who didn't have the guts or game to make a move? It hadn't worked out well for me last time. Maybe this guy was a bigger loser than he appeared? Just as I was about to give up, I heard a woman's voice, shrill with anger, bark, "What are you looking at?!" An instant later, the speaker was in view as her hand lashed out to smack the guy who'd been staring at me on the back of his head. "Ow!" the man exclaimed, rubbing at where he'd been hit. "Nothing, babe! Honest!" Suddenly, my earlier trouble made sense. This guy already had a girlfriend. She was fairly pretty, too. Not in my league, but that explained why he hadn't tried to make a - "Don't 'babe' me, Brad?! I fucking saw what you were looking at!" the woman shrieked as her other hand lashed out to jab an accusatory finger in my direction. "And that slut's fucking silicone balloons are not nothing?!" "Hey!" I protested at that accusation. "They aren't-" That proved to be a very bad idea as the bitch wheeled on me with the full extent of her rage-filled gaze. "And you! How about you get some fucking self-respect and stop trying to steal my boyfriend by flaunting your ridiculous boob job, whore!" "They're not fake, you jealous cunt!" I shot back as I thrust myself to my feet to glare right back at the woman. "And it's not my fucking problem you can't keep your boyfriend's interest!" If I'd thought the bitch had been angry before, it was nothing compared to the fury that twisted her face now. It didn't stop at her face either. She was hunched forward with her hands curled into claws like some rabid beast about to pounce. The last time I'd seen a woman this angry, I'd ended up in the hospital with a concussion. I wasn't going to back down, though. It wasn't like I'd done anything wrong. I hadn't even known the guy had a girlfriend! Before the crazy bitch could lunge at me, her boyfriend leapt up from his seat and grabbed her shoulders from behind. "Babe, calm down," he pleaded weakly. "Let's just go. I'll take you to lunch at that restaurant you like. Prelibatezza?" Slowly, the bitch went from looking like she was about to claw my throat out to just glaring at me with unrestrained loathing. "Fine, let's go," she finally huffed before imperiously spinning away and storming off. Her obviously whipped boyfriend trailed along behind her, whimpering out desperate apologies as she ranted about men, sluts, and me. "Crazy fucking cunt," I spat in the bitch's wake as I flopped back into my seat and grabbed my drink to suck down a large gulp of alcohol. It wasn't like she'd caught her boyfriend cheating on her on something. He was just looking. What's the harm in that? Besides, if its such a big fucking deal to her, that was her problem not mine. If she stopped accusing other girls of getting boob jobs and just got one of her own, maybe her boyfriend's eyes wouldn't wander so fucking much. *********************************************** *********************************************** Chapter 17 "So much smiling," I mused as I walked along the boardwalk at the edge of the beach. I'd taken this route to avoid having to pass through the mass of obnoxious children and exhausted parents that dominated the beach proper. After all, I was here to pick up a guy not break apart a family. The boardwalk had a fairly decent crowd on it as well, but it was a lot more orderly and easier to move through. It came with another side effect as well - attention, lots of it. Fathers in the midst of corralling children or listening to their wives would lock onto the sight of me as I walked by, often earning them an earful from their lady. Teenagers in the midst of pouting about being dragged on a family trip would stare, too, and of course single, adult men did as well. Most didn't just stare, though. They also smiled as if their day had been brightened just by the sight of me. Having seen what I looked like in my bikini, I could hardly blame the onlookers for their interest or delight. Undoubtedly, I would've been staring, too. There were just so many eyes and smiles in the throng of people. It wasn't only people passing by either. I could see people at the various shops and stands along the way looking my way as well. There was a palpable weight to that much attention which was unlike anything I'd ever experienced as a guy. That made it very hard to ignore, leading to me just drifting along, as much caught in the gazes of men strolling by as they were by the sight of me. At least, I was until I felt someone tap me on my shoulder. "Excuse me," a rich male voice asked in tandem to the touch. "Huh?" I questioned as I stopped and jerked about only for me to end up getting an eyeful of some guy's pecs. They were pretty impressive, part of a physique that had both bulk and tone. It also clearly had height as I had to tilt my head back to get my eyes angled up enough to meet those of the man who had stopped me. In comparison to the towering strength he exuded, I suddenly felt very small and weak, making me kind of want to take a step back. The man beat me to that motion, dropping back to a more conversational distance that made him not seem to loom over me quite so much. He was still huge, though. "Sorry to bother you, but you looked a little lost. I'm pretty familiar with the area, so maybe I can help you find whatever you're looking for?" Still hung up on just how big this fucker was, it took me a moment to wrap my head around what he was saying. "Hmm ... oh! Uhm ... no, I'm not looking for anything in particular," I told him as I glanced to the side. "I'm just sort of ... wandering." "Oh," the man acknowledged, following my lead by glancing about. However, he was quick to turn his attention back to me. "So you're not meeting up with your boyfriend or something?" "Boyfriend?" I questioned incredulously followed by an immediate laugh and dismissive wave of my hand. "Ha! No. Definitely not." "Ah, sorry, I shouldn't have assumed," the man apologized. "I meant boyfriend or girlfriend." That correction earned a smirk from me. "No girlfriend either, and your assumption wasn't entirely wrong. I'm open to either." Even as surprise widened the man's eyes, it was joined by a delighted gleam. "Oh, is that so?" "Yep," I confirmed without any surprise of my own. If I'd been in this guy's spot, I would've been thrilled to find out a girl was bi, too. It really opened up the chance for a three-way. "I'm single at the moment, though." "Ah, me too, but maybe we can do something about that," the man replied, returning quickly to his previous, confident smile as he extended a hand toward me. "I'm Tyler by the way." "Tiffany," I answered smoothly, reaching out to shake the offered hand. Tyler's grip was pretty light and brief as he replied, "Ah, look at that, another T name. We've already got something in common." "I think we may have another thing in common as well, Tyler," I told him as I let my gaze sweep over the guy. His body didn't do anything for me, but I knew it would drive most girls crazy. Undoubtedly, he had plenty of experience. Plus, he'd had the courage to make an approach, even if it had been in a kind of clich? way. Looking like he did, though, the guy probably wasn't used to having to try too hard with women. He certainly wasn't going to have to with me. That comment had the man raising an eyebrow inquisitively. "Oh, and what's that?" "I think we probably both want to skip the chit chat and get to the fun part," I replied, adding a suggestive twist to my voice. "You got an apartment and a way to get there to go with all those muscles?" Even for an obvious stud like this guy, there was a moment of surprise at my forwardness, but he was quick to recover. Grinning, he gestured for me to follow him as he said, "I certainly do. Right this way." *********************************************** *********************************************** Tits. That was what held all of my focus, specifically the ones on my chest which were currently still nestled in a bikini top. They wouldn't be soon, though. A short while ago, Tyler had said we were nearly at his place. That proximity was why my attention lay where it did. Having some sweaty guy lying on top of me was not an appealing mental image. My melons, however, were very appealing, jostling about a little with the movement of the car. How they would look once I popped my top off would be even better which was why that was the image I currently held in my head. In fact, it was enticing enough that I had to clamp my legs together to keep my hands from wanting to do a little ... exploring. "Here we are," Tyler declared as he turned his car into a parking structure. Offering only an absent, "Mmm," in response, I felt my anticipation skyrocket, and with it, some anxiety. After all, last time I'd gone back to a guy's place, I'd gotten a faceful of failure for my trouble. The chances of that happening again were low, but I was going to make sure he handled the condom himself this time, just to be sure. A short while later, the car was parked, and Tyler and I were riding up in the elevator. I would've preferred to ride in silent separation, so I could focus on myself. However, my counterpart had other ideas. "Tiffany," the man used my girl name. "Hmm?" I hummed distractedly as I jerked my gaze up. "What is-mmph!" My question choked off into a muffled outburst as I suddenly found myself lip-locked with a fucking dude. Immediately, my hands jerked up to smack into the guy's chest, intending to push him away from me. Well, I more pushed myself away from him than anything, but it accomplished the goal of getting that fucker's mouth away from mine. "Pbbtah!" I spat as I wiped at my mouth, trying to make very sure none of this dipshit's saliva got in me. "What the fuck are you doing?!" As my stomach was turning, this fucker had the audacity to stare at me in disbelief. "Uhm ... I was just kissing you?" "And who the fuck told you to do that?!" I demanded, wincing at how shriek-like my voice got in my rage. Leaning back, Tyler furrowed his brow in confusion. "Uhm ... no one it's just ... I thought since we're going to ... y'know ... some .. foreplay was in order." "Uck, fuck that," I denied outright, slashing a hand across in front fo me. "This ain't some meet cute, buddy. I'm not looking for romance or cuddles or anything like that. I just want the wham bam, thank you ma'am treatment. Understand?" The guy didn't seem to know how to react to that, but he guessed right and nodded. "Got it." "Great, so stay ... " I paused to make a shooing gesture. "... over there." "Sure thing," Tyler agreed. After that, the rest of the elevator ride passed in silence. The walk to Tyler's apartment did, too. Once inside, though, there was once again a need to speak. "Bedroom's right through here," Tyler announced as he led me through the short walk from his door to the room in question. As I stepped into that room and saw the bed that waited within, my nerves amped up yet again, but I didn't let that distract me from the plan. "You got a condom, right?" "Yep," came the hoped-for confirmation. "Go put it on in the bathroom, then come back and meet me here," I directed. There weren't going to be any freak accidents this time. "Sure thing," Tyler continued his agreeable streak, ducking back out of the room to go do what he'd been told. The first thing I did once I was alone was take a deep steadying breath. It was followed by my muttering, "I can do this," as I dropped my bag and started toward the bed. Along the way, I untied my bikini top and tossed it aside, then kicked off my flip flops and shimmied out of the bottom. As I reached the edge of the bed, I drifted to a stop to just look at the space on top of it and wonder. Should I go under the covers? On top? What pose should I take? It was in the midst of that indecision that Tyler said, "You ready?" Startled by the man's quick return, I whipped around only to realize how stupid that made me look. As I tried to smile and play it cool, though, my eyes ended up bugging out in shock. Some of that was just seeing a naked guy coming toward me. The vast majority of it, though, was because of the huge dick that was swinging between his legs. It was massive, easily as big as the largest dildo that I'd bought over the weekend. Wrapped up in a rubber, it even looked sort of like a sex toy, which only served to make one thing even more certain. "Holy shit! There's no way that's gonna fit!" I declared, knees clenching together at the very idea of trying to squeeze that monster inside of me. Rather than be disappointed, Tyler laughed, of all things, causing me to look up at him in confusion. When that gaze met his, though, he was ready with a reassuring, "Don't worry. A lot of girls think that when they see it for the first time, but then they end up having the best sex of their lives." "Really?" I questioned, more than a little dubious of that claim after my experience over the weekend. "Yeah, trust me," Tyler answered with supreme confidence. "All ya gotta do is lay back and let me work my magic." That wasn't enough to completely dispel my worries, but I was tempted enough to at least give it a try. Maybe he knew some secret trick that I didn't. After all, while mine was a good size, or had been before this whole girl experiment, it was nothing compared to this guy's. "Okay," I agreed with a nod before turning to scramble onto the bed. Once I was roughly in the middle, I rolled onto my back, lifted my knees, and spread my legs, opening the way for this guy to prove his claims. "Let's see this magic of yours." While I'd expected some more confident posturing or a slow, deliberate pace, Tyler gave me neither. He took that permission and ran with it, hurrying quickly over to hop onto the bed before scrambling up between my legs. From that position, I was once again struck by how huge the guy was, and not just his dick. Even kneeling his mass was towering and broad, and the considerable girth he was packing downstairs only made the situation more intimidating. Still, none of that mattered in comparison to- The first touch of the guy's hands on my pussy sent a twitch running through my whole body that stole away other thoughts. As with the kiss in the elevator, instinct gripped me, telling me to push the guy away even as it sent a wave of queasiness to wash over me. However, unlike then, I resisted such urges, keeping myself as still as I could. At the same time, I forced my gaze down to my tits which were heaving a little as the tension of the situation excited my breathing. That was fine, though. If anything, it made them look more appealing. As for that hand ... down there, it was no big deal at all, just a brief prelude to the insertion of a sex toy. Nothing to - While not my first experience with something going into that hole, having an actual dick penetrate me was a ... different beast. It was just the tip at first, but even that felt pretty overwhelming. There were some good parts to it, too, especially as it brushed along my clit, resulting in another twitch, this time a shiver of pleasure. That was definitely a good - Suddenly, that massive cock went from a tentative entrance to a hard, fast ram deep into the depths of my being. "Ah!" raw sensation burst from my lips as my whole body convulsed, but not with pleasure. "Yeah! You like that?!" Tyler bellowed out, quickly turning that single thrust into an ever escalating pounding. I tried to answer, but words were stolen away from me, leaving behind only a weak whimper to leak out of my lips. It hurt. It hurt so much, like I'd been torn apart down there by some massive jackhammer, and worse, it wouldn't stop pounding at the raw mess it had wrought. I tried to resist it by clamping my legs closed, but my knees wouldn't meet. There was a mountain of muscle between them that they could not crush or dissect. I tried a hand instead, lashing out with it to try and push that mountain back. My fingers were just as helpless against the rock hard muscle as my legs, though, weakly and futilely scrabbling against them. There had to be something I could do, though, some way to drive out this thing that was splitting me apart. There had - As if sensing my resistance, the ravaging thing surged forward. It didn't just pound harder and faster, though. No, it wasn't content with just that. It's hands caught me too, pushing my curled up torso flat against the bed as it crushed my tits against my chest and smothered me beneath its bulk. Squashing and tugging followed, all of which hurt, adding to the agony that wracked me so badly that I felt like I was about to explode into pieces. Still, I tried to fight, tried to at least piece together some sort of plan to put a stop to it. At some point, in between whimpers, moans, and gasp, I thought I managed to slip out a desperate plea of, "Stop," but I couldn't tell for sure. If I did, it fell on deaf ears, because the pounding continued unabated. That failure shattered my resolve. I didn't try again. I didn't resist. I just tried to make it hurt as little as possible. There wasn't much I could do even in regard to that. No matter how I twisted, turned, or curled, the hammering rod was still far too much and the groping hands far too strong and rough. I could only endure the interminably nightmare in the hopes that it would stop. Eventually, an end did come. So used to the torment was I by that point that I honestly couldn't have said exactly when it happened. I knew when I noticed it, though, and that was when I heard Tyler say, "See? Mind blowing." Only then did I realize that my knees were crushed against one another, that the hole between my thighs stood rent and empty. The pounding was over, but the pain wasn't. I ached all over from my chest to my groin. Somehow, even my arms and legs were sore, but I couldn't have said why. I couldn't even answer the man, not to deny his utterly false claim nor to shout at him in rage. All I could manage was to roll onto my side and curl up with my back to him as something warm and wet streamed down my face to soak the bed beneath me. *********************************************** *********************************************** A wince rippled across my face as my foot hit the ground. It was the latest in a long string of them that had been paired with every step that I'd taken from the first ones that took me away from that horrible bed to these last few bringing me to my apartment door. Each had been joined by a painful echo of what had happened. Reaching that door, I grabbed the knob, but I didn't turn it. I leaned against it, heavily, like my legs might buckle if they had to carry my whole weight for one more moment. Maybe, they would for all I knew. After what that bastard had done to me, I was surprised that I could walk at all. I was surprised that I was even alive. I wished I wasn't. Growling, I shook my head and swiped my free hand up to clear the beginnings of tears from my eyes. Like the winces, it wasn't the first time they'd showed up. They'd started even earlier than my steps, demanding several minutes of shell-shocked sobbing before I'd been allowed to move off the bed. By that point, Tyler, the man responsible had been contentedly asleep, unbothered by how much he had made me suffer. I'd been tempted to enact vengeance while he lay there as helpless as I had been beneath him. It would serve him right if he'd gotten that monster of his chopped off. However, in the end, I'd just grabbed my things and fled. That had been when the second bout of tears had started. "No more of that," I declared as if my eyes would listen to me, but they didn't stop stinging. Not as I fought with my bag to get out my keyes. Not as I unlocked the door. Not as I shoved it out of the way to step into the safety of my apartment, slamming the way closed behind me. At least my vision remained mostly clear and nothing spilled out onto my cheeks. With more winces to accompany every step, I trudged through the thankfully empty apartment to my bedroom. There, I stopped to just stare at the bed as my breath quickened and my hands tighten. A couple seconds later, I dropped my bag on the floor, stepped forward to yank the bedspread off, then marched right back the way I'd come. Out in the living room, I flopped onto the sofa, tugged the blanket up over me, and curled up facing the backrest. It would have been nice to fall asleep there, to cast off my sore body for some blissful dream, but that didn't happen. Instead, I laid there, staring at the wall of the couch inches in front of my face for hours, trying to not think about things. I failed, alot, leading to several more rounds of tears, only some of which did I manage to force to a stop. The others just leaked out of me until they ran out on their own. After a while, I heard the sound of the door, followed by Ollie calling out my name. I didn't answer. Instead, I feigned sleep as my roommate milled about a bit before finally spotting me on the couch. There was an understanding, "Ah," from him before he vanished into his room, leaving me alone with my torment, but only for a little while. When he came out again maybe an hour later, his footsteps came straight toward me. With each one, my body tightened as I silently willed him to just leave me alone, but that didn't stop his hand from finding my shoulder, shaking it as he called out, "Billy?" Unable to maintain the ruse through that, I forced myself to speak, croaking out a ragged, "What?" that I hoped could be mistaken for just being sleepy. "Want to get something to eat?" came a thoroughly innocuous question. "No," I hissed out a little too sharply. That tone created a confused pause before Ollie asked, "You sure?" Clenching my jaw at the continued pestering, I muttered. "I'm not hungry." "Oh ... okay," my roommate relented on that front, but that didn't mean he was done bothering me. "How'd things go at the beach?" The question was a simple one, but the answer was ... impossible. At least, the truth was, so I didn't go with the truth. I went with a very false, "Fine." "Fine?" Ollie repeated back, clearly about to ask for more information. Before that could happen, I interjected. "Yeah, so if you'll excuse me, I'm kinda in the middle of a nap here." "Oh, right, sorry," my friend was quick to apologize. "See ya later." "See ya," I forced myself to parrot back. A short while later, I heard the sound of the door as Ollie left for dinner. I relished the solitude that came with that, but dreaded his return, and the questions it might bring, but they never materialized. He did check on me briefly when he returned, but when he found me still feigning sleep, he returned to his room. I was left alone with my unwanted thoughts until deep into the night when finally, blissfully, real sleep decided to claim me. *********************************************** *********************************************** "What the fuck? It was right here!" I growled as I swiped my hands along the counter separating the kitchen from the living room, but there was no sign of the baggy with the single pill inside. Heart racing, I abandoned the search of the empty expanse of countertop. Instead, I scrambled around it, checking the floor and kitchen for any sign of the baggy. There were none to find, leading to an ever more frantic run around in a desperate attempt to find the pill. What would I do if I couldn't find it? Would I just be stuck like this forever? "Whatcha lookin' for, dude?" Ollie's voice suddenly inquired. "The fucking reversal pill!" I cried, unconcerned with the hysteria that tinged my voice. I just kept on scrambling about, trying to find the thing. "I left it right here!" "Oh! I moved it," Ollie supplied as if this was a perfectly normal thing to do. Lurching to a halt, I whipped about to face my roommate. "What? Why?" "To avoid this exact situation, funnily enough," my friend explained with a smirk as he pointed a finger downward. "The counter's not exactly a safe spot for something so important." Not seeing the humor in having spent the last few minutes in a pointless and panicked search, I narrowed my eyes. "What did you do with it?" "I put it in my lockbox in my room," Ollie answered, jabbing a thumb back over his shoulder. "No way to lose it in there." Hearing the secure location did make me feel relieved, but only a little. "Great, go get it." That command had my friend's quirking an eyebrow in surprise. "Really? I thought you were gonna wait until after your thing with that Deirdre chick tomorrow night?" "Huh? Oh. Right ..." I mumbled, a little taken aback by the question. After what had happened the day before, all I'd wanted to do was change back and put that whole mess behind me. I hadn't even considered the fact that I'd made other plans. Did they matter? Deirdre had been really hot, but the idea of sex, of any kind, wasn't exactly appealing at the moment. After all, I was still sore ... down there, and I didn't even want to have that sort of 'down there' anymore. "Oh? Did someone finally come to their senses and realize the whole staying as a girl thing was a terrible idea?" Ollie questioned, voice dripping with cocky smugness. "What pushed you over the top? Walking around in a bikini surrounded by salivating dudes?" "Nothing happened!" The words burst out of me as an honest to God shriek, joined by a sudden burning in my eyes that I had to fight back - except, I could feel myself losing that fight as something ragged and terrible welled up within me. Stunned, my roommate rocked back on his heels. "Whoa ... " Jerking my gaze down and away so that my friend couldn't see my eyes, I forced out a lie, "I just saw the pill was missing and got a little worried." As soon as that was done, my feet were moving, driving me right by Ollie and off toward my room. By the time I slipped into that sanctuary and closed the door behind me, tears hadn't just formed. They were falling down my cheeks, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. A lot of other things suddenly got very hard to do as well - like standing. At first, I just leaned against the door for support, but I soon slid down until I was sitting on the floor, futilely swiping at tears that kept on falling. That was the state I was in when there was a knock on the door, followed by Ollie's voice telling me that, "I got that pill out and left it on the counter for you right where it was before." It was a statement, one that neither required nor expected a response. In fact, I could immediately hear the sounds of my roommate moving away, and not long after that, the door to the apartment opening and closing. I had been left alone. Not even realizing when I'd gotten so tense, I felt my body relax. Along with the tension, that stream of tears ended. After all, the end to my disastrous time as a woman had been provided. All I needed to do was go and take it. Scrambling to my feet, I ripped open the door to my room and raced out to the kitchen, not even carrying how unpleasant it was having my massive, still kinda sore tits bouncing around. All that mattered was the pill, which I found resting, still inside its bag, in the middle of the counter. I didn't leave it there for long. Like a feral beast catching prey, I snatched up the bit of plastic and yanked it open so forcefully that it tore. Suddenly, the pill was free falling. In a moment, it would hit the ground and ricochet off to who knows where, possibly getting lost for good, but I didn't let it. A frantic swipe snatched it right out of the air. Bringing it up to my face, I carefully opened my fingers to peek inside at the little piece of medicine, nestled within and completely unharmed. A great, relieved sigh slipped out at me at that sight. No horrible confluence of events had conspired to rob me of a return. All I had to do was swallow the pill, and I would go right back to being a man. "Definitely gonna have a different perspective on women after this, though," I remarked with a little chuckle. Clothes, boobs, trying to pick up a guy - none of it had been quite what I'd expected or even made much sense. I was certainly very glad to be going back to the familiar. "Here goes," I declared before popping the pill into my mouth, tossing my head back and swallowing. I felt the little thing slide down my throat to drop into my gut. Then, a moment of nothing passed, just like it had when I'd swallowed the girl pill, and just like it had when Ollie had taken the reversal. Then, one moment turned to two. Two turned to three. Three turned to four. At no point did a heat blossom within me. At no point did I feel my body start to shift. At no point did I turn back into a boy. I stayed exactly as I was - a girl. To Be Continued ... Author's Note: Hey, everyone. I hope the second part of this story finds you at least as well as the first did. If you're looking forward to seeing where it's going, I'll be posting a section every week for the next three weeks, so the wait won't be too long. Also, if you're looking for more to read while we're all stuck inside, consider checking out my fantasy serial, Trials of Tannen. It's up to its ninth book, so there's plenty there to read, and it's entirely free. You can find it here: https://lightivation.wordpress.com/ Most importantly, stay safe.