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Hot and Bothered - Part Four By: Light Clark Synopsis: Slowly, Billy progresses toward accepting his new life as Ashley, but some problems prove much harder to overcome than others. 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 33 It was a sore and tired morning that greeted me on the other side of sleep - almost as if I'd spent the whole night awake. A lot of that probably came from the way my tits and abdomen ached from having spent the entire night trapped in the rigid dress. Just breathing was enough to get me to hiss through my teeth as tender bits were pressed against unyielding fabric. "Ow ... fuck ..." I grumbled, trying to twist and turn to loosen up. At least, I started to, until that proved to be a very bad idea. Not only did it cause twinges of pain, but the combination of movement and pressure brought attention to another pressure - one in my bladder which was apparently in desperate need of emptying. Growing, I clawed my way up to a sitting position, fighting through several winces. Then, I shoved myself to my feet through a few more. Finally, I started toward the bathroom, hating every hasty step as they incited both of my problems even further. Honestly, I was lucky to get across the hall, get my dress and panties out of the way, and get seated on the toilet before ... something else happened. "Fucking girl bits," I muttered once the emergency was past. As a guy, I'd never had such trouble, not with clothes or plumbing. I'd gotten wasted and passed out in all sorts of situations up to and including in a tux, slouched against some random tree in the woods, and no problems of any kind. One night in a dress after a couple of drinks, and everything hurt and I was lucky not to wet myself. All I was missing was a hangover to make my patheticness complete. After finishing up with toilet issues, I spent some time in front of the vanity. Some of that was to wash my hands, but mostly I just inspected my face to make sure that no trace of makeup had been left behind after my scrubbing the night before. There hadn't been. I also spent some time yanking the various pins out of my bed-ruined hairstyle and working out the tangles that came with that. However, even without the pins and makeup, there was still the girl in the mirror, her face tired but beautiful inside its frame of fiery locks and her figure clad in her pretty dress. Eyes narrowing, I let out a feral snarl and whipped about to march out of the room, angling toward the kitchen. I never got there. No, I barely got to the living room before the ambush was sprung. "Good morning, Billy," Mr. Johnston greeted as he rose from the sofa. Ollie was there as well, but he said nothing. He just looked up at me with something in his eyes that made me want to gouge them out. After what these two jackasses had done, I felt that would've been perfectly reasonable. "Oh, it's you," I pronounced as I leveled a hard stare at my boss. "Billy, we-" Mr. Johnston started to dictate. "I assume you're here for your car," I cut him off, gesturing back over my shoulder. "Your keys are in my room, somewhere around those fuckings heels you tricked me into wearing. You can take both with you. I'd give you the dress too, but I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to cut it off me, so I doubt you want it." "Cut it off you?" my boss repeated back in surprise. "Yep," I confirmed. "... and I'd really like to get too that, so if you could hurry your fucking ass up and get out of here, that would be great." That answer earned me an exasperated sigh as if I was the one invading an apartment to harass someone who didn't want me there. "You don't need to ... ugh," Mr. Johnston began only to end up groaning as he started toward me. "Just let me." Despite very much so wanting out of the dress, I stepped back warily. "Oh no. I think I've let you do more than enough already." "Argh! Damn it, Billy!" my boss bellowed, smacking his hands against one another in frustration. "Are you so god damn petty that you're really going to ruin a ten thousand dollar dress because you don't want someone to help you unzip it?!" "I didn't ask you to spend that much on it! Fuck, I didn't even want a dress at all, and instead I got stuck with this piece of shit that spent the whole night trying to crush me like an empty beer can!" I roared back. Mr. Johnston seemed ready to spew a retort, but before he could, Ollie rested a hand on his shoulder. "You're not going to be able to yell him into doing what you want, Greg." For a second, it seemed like my boss would just turn his frustration against my roommate, but he didn't. Instead, with considerable effort, he swallowed it, forcing the anger from his face and relaxing his posture. "You're right." "Oh, look at you two all chummy," I spat caustically at the sight. "Must've gotten real close scheming together about what to do to embarrass me next." "That's not what we were doing, and you know it," Ollie countered calmly. I rolled my eyes. "Oh, I know that, huh? Then I must just be imagining the fact that I'm currently trapped in a fucking dress." "You wouldn't be trapped anymore, if you'd just let one of us come over and unzip it," Mr. Johnston stepped in for the tag team. "Fine! I'm pretty sure the fucking thing fused together under the strain, but if you think you can do it, go the fuck ahead!" I shouted, whipping about to present my back to the two men and sweep my hair out of the way. "I'm waiting!" I didn't have to wait long. A couple moments later, I twitched at the feel of hands brushing the bare skin of my back above where the dress ended. Then, I felt a tightness as those hands tugged on the dress, squeezing my already aching torso all the more. It lasted only an instant, though, before the buzz of a zipper filled the air, followed by the pressure on me finally and blissfully ending. In fact, it soon slackened so much that I had to lurch a hand up to keep the whole thing from sliding right off of me. "There," my boss declared once the zipper had reached its bottom and mine. Then, he stepped back. "That better?" "Uhm ... yeah ... thanks ..." I muttered begrudgingly as I turned back around. "Of course, it would've been even better if you two hadn't conspired to cram me into this thing in the first place." That comment had Ollie rolling his eyes. "You know that's-" "That was my plan," Mr. Johnston interrupted. "Ollie had nothing to do with that." "Really? You expect me to believe that?" I questioned incredulously. My boss shrugged. "I don't care. It doesn't really matter." "You're damn right it doesn't, because you already admitted that you two assholes were talking about me behind my back," I shot back. "It doesn't matter which of you came up with which plans." "You're right, we were talking about you, because we were both worried about you," Mr. Johnston told me. Scoffing, I wave a hand dismissively. "Whatever." "We were, and we still are," my boss insisted. "Not everything from last night was a trick, Billy. In fact almost none of it was, just the reason for the invitation. That talk in the car about you running out of time? All real." "Yeah, well, I'm not sure I even want to work for you anymore after this," I retorted. Mr. Johnston twisted his face up dubiously. "Really? You stole from me, and I didn't think it was a big enough breach of trust to put an end to things, but I tell a little lie in the course of trying to help you, and that's it?!" "Hey! I apologized for that, and you forgave me, so don't throw that shit back in my face now!" I yelled back. "So this whole tantrum is about wanting an apology? Is that it?" my boss pressed. "It would be a fucking start!" I declared. "Yeah, well, I'm not going to give you one," Mr. Johnston denied me even that. "Because you didn't have a bad time last night. Not with the dress, not with the heels, not with the party, not with having to be a girl. The only reason you're upset is because I fibbed on the invitation, and that's bullshit, because if I hadn't, you would have just said no and kept right on sitting in this apartment hiding from everything." "I'm not hiding!" I shouted. Completely calm, my boss raised an eyebrow. "Oh, then what happened with that guy, Billy? You know the one. The one you told me about last night before you ran out and stole my car." Icy fingers seemed to grab my heart as I heard those words. In its clutches, it felt like that muscle had stopped beating, like my lungs could no longer pull in air, like my whole body had been frozen into a solid block that couldn't move. Then, the block was hit by a wave of heat and shattered. "Get out!" I snapped, whipping a hand out to stab a finger toward the door as my vision blurred. "Billy-" my boss tried to argue. With hot tears spilling out onto my face, I shrieked, "Get! Out!" "Fine," Mr. Johnston agreed. Ollie tried to stop him with a hand on his shoulder. "You don't have to-" "It's fine," my boss answered, brushing away the grasp. "This clearly isn't the time. I shouldn't even have brought it up." My roommate looked to be at a loss, but Mr. Johnston did as he agreed, turning to walk out. The whole while, I stood there, every inch of me feeling like hot, roiling flame as one hand held my dress on while the other pointed. When I heard the apartment door finally close, I spun around and vanished back into my room. *********************************************** *********************************************** "Mmm ..." my throat rattled in frustration as I stared at the wall from under my bedspread. Making noise did nothing to make me sleepier, though. No, it seemed I was done with slumber for the day. Now, all I could do was lie there, brooding. Grunting, I yanked my blanket over my head to blot out the world around me. Unfortunately, it couldn't do anything about what had already happened out there. Why had I ever mentioned that fucking prick? My only answer to that question was to curl up tighter as I shoved that memory from my head. This situation wasn't my fault. It was my boss's fault for not telling me how the medicine worked when he showed it to me, and for lying to me to get what he wanted. It was my roommate's fault for scheming against me. If those two had just been helpful. If they'd just ... A couple of gentle, even tentative knocks cut through my thoughts. It had to be Ollie. There was no one else in the apartment as far as I knew, unless he'd talked Mr. Johnston into returning. That would be just like him, that fucking b- "Billy?" my roommate called out. "You awake?" The very nature of the question provided an easy option to get my roommate to leave. All I had to do was not answer. Then, he would leave, and I could return to my thoughts. "What do you want, Ollie?" I croaked out, my voice a little hoarse from sleep, thirst, and tears. "I just want to talk," my roommate answered. "Can I please come in?" Yanking the blanket down off my head, I rolled over to glare at the door for a moment before finally huffing, "Fine! Come in!" Immediately, the knob turned, then the door swung open. At the same time, I shoved myself up to a sitting position to face off against my intruding roommate. Before anything could be said, any glares tossed, or even a step into the room finished, though, Ollie saw me and froze in place. At the same time, his eyes shot wide, fixated on something that was definitely below my face. Dropping my gaze down, I found the reason for that reaction. Before climbing into bed, I'd shucked the dress that had so tormented me. However, I hadn't put anything new on, and sitting up had made the bedding fall down to my waist. That left my tits bare and proudly presenting themselves for Ollie's eyes to feast on. "Argh, fuck this fucking body!" I snarled as I snatched the blanket up over my chest, holding it there to cover a nakedness that shouldn't have been a problem. After all, I'd gone bare-chested all the time as a guy. Regardless, that action solved the issue, allowing me to whip my attention back up to my roommate. "What do you want, Ollie?!" I found my so-called friend in a very different state from before I'd dropped my gaze. No longer were his eyes wide and staring at me. Now, they didn't even look at me, but at the floor beneath his feet. His face was twisted with worry and doubt, a hand idly rubbed at the back of his neck, and his lips didn't move to answer. At least, not until an awkwardly long moment of silence had passed by. "I ... " was all the man got out at first, before cutting himself off. Somewhere in the gap that followed, though, he seemed to find his spine, because he set his jaw and lifted his head to meet my eyes with his. "Unlike Greg, I think I do owe you an apology. I shouldn't have gone to your boss behind your back to try to force your actions." "You're right. You shouldn't have," I confirmed without any hint of forgiveness in my voice. "Yes, and I'm sorry I did," Ollie continued before his gaze fell again. "I just ... I didn't know what else to do. All you did was sit on the couch, watching TV and drinking." "Yeah? So? I didn't have a job. Do you know how fucking little there is to do in the middle of the fucking day?" I demanded. "Even if everyone wasn't at work, so I could hang out with some friends, what was I supposed to tell them when this," I gestured at myself, "showed up instead of Billy?" Sighing wearily, my friend nodded. "I know, but that's sort of the point. You had weeks to come up with an answer to that, but you never did, and when I suggested some you just sort of dismissed them out of hand. You never even figured out what name you plan to go by now." "Okay, sure ..." I conceded begrudgingly. "But it wasn't like I did nothing! I spent a bunch of time figuring out clothes." "That was before your boss even got back from vacation, Billy," my roommate pointed out. "It's been a month since then, and the only things you've done in that time are what Greg got you to do." Furrowing my brow, I opened my mouth to argue, but I found that I couldn't. Had it really been that long? On one hand, it felt like I'd been a guy only a few weeks ago. On the other hand, it felt like it had been years since I'd first taken that pill. Every day in between had been a nightmare of clothes, periods, and ... pain. "Is that because of the guy Greg was talking about earlier? Did something happen with him between when you picked up clothes and-?" Ollie started asking. "No," I interjected, shaking my head fiercely. "That was ... nothing." My friend's face twisted with incredulity. "Nothing? There was no way it was nothing. When Greg mentioned the guy, it looked like you'd been shot." "It doesn't matter, alright?!" I snapped, eyes narrowing to slits. "It happened before my boss even got back from his vacation! It has nothing to do with any of this!" Despite that claim, Ollie didn't let it go. No he furrowed his brow thoughtfully and muttered, "Before he got back?" "I told you it doesn't-!" I tried again. "That's why you finally noticed that I'd moved the reversal pill," Ollie realized as he looked up from his thoughts. "You were acting weird when you got back from the beach the day before, then all of a sudden you wanted to turn back, even though you had that date with that goth girl planned." I didn't give an answer, much less confirm it, but I couldn't keep myself from reacting. A wince tightened my face, a face that housed eyes that suddenly burned. Hating both, I jerked my head away and gritted my teeth to fight back the disgusting surge of emotion. "What ..." Ollie started to ask a question before catching himself. He probably just came to his own conclusion about the answer. "I ran into a guy as I was walking around the beach," I found myself recounting the day's events. "He tried a pretty lame 'you need directions' sort of approach, but I didn't really care about that stuff. I'd just wanted to avoid a repeat of getting creamed in the face, and he seemed like an experienced guy, tall, really well-built, the kinda guy who wouldn't even need game to get laid." "You don't have to tell me," my roommate offered me an out. I shrugged as if it didn't matter, and really, it didn't. Talking about what had happened wouldn't make it any more real, and keeping silent wouldn't undo it. More than that, though, it just felt ... inevitable. Once the first grains had come out, the story simply couldn't be held inside anymore. "I let him take me back to his place," I continued on. "I really should have just left, especially after he tried to kiss me in the elevator on the way up." I shuddered at the memory. "Fuck that was disgusting. Still, I didn't leave. I was convinced that this was the guy to show me what I'd been looking for, then I could go back to being a guy. I guess I was actually already stuck by then, though." "You didn't know that at the time," Ollie pointed out. Again I shrugged. "Anyway, we got up to his place, we got naked, and then I got the second warning that I should've just left. His dick." "His dick?" Ollie repeated back. Nodding absently, I hummed. "Mmhmm. Thing had to be more than a foot, and thick as ... well, it was a monster." "Damn," my roommate remarked. "Yep," I confirmed. "Just looking at it should've been enough to get me to call the whole thing off, but I didn't have to rely on instinct. That trip to the sex shop had been disappointing, but it had given me a good idea of how much, or more specifically how little I could handle, and this guy was ... way outside my weight class if you catch my meaning. He was a smooth talker, though, clearly used to girls getting intimidated by what he was packing. He had a big speech ready about how lots of girls got scared, but that when he worked his magic, they always left satisfied." "But you didn't," Ollie surmised. While I heard myself say, "correct," I wasn't really in that room anymore. I was back on the bed of that fucker with the massive dick, watching, helpless to change what had happened, as he approached for the final plunge. "He had no magic to make a baseball bat into a wine bottle cork, but he tried to use it like one anyway. He ... " A tightness in my throat stopped me. "... It hurt. I think I ... I think I asked him to stop, but maybe not. Either way he ... didn't - not until he was satisfied." After that, I tried to force a unbothered smile onto my face and look up, but I could feel tears streaming down my cheeks and taste their salt on my lips. "After that, he conked out, and I laid there until I felt like I could stand, then left. No big deal. Just another-" My words ended as Ollie's arms settled around me. It wasn't some crushing, manly hug, where we rattled each other around or tried to squeeze so hard that the other guy wimped out and broke away. No, he was painfully gentle as if afraid of breaking me. He probably could have, and in a way, he did. What facade I'd managed to hold onto crumbled, and I wasn't just crying anymore. I was sobbing, my face buried in his chest, and his arms, the only thing keeping me from shaking apart entirely. *********************************************** *********************************************** Chapter 34 There it was, the moment where being held went from comforting to incredibly and insufferably awkward. When it came, one of my hands was immediately pushing Ollie away. Well, I mostly just pushed myself away, but regardless, it created the separation that I needed - a full arm's length of it. Even once I had it, though, I kept the arm up to make sure that there was no way that the gap could be closed again. I might have kept that separator up, but it didn't end up being necessary. It was pretty clear that Ollie had come to the same conclusion as I had. He made no move to close the chasm of space that now lay between us. To the contrary, he retreated further, scooting back off the bed then backpedalled until his shoulder clipped the door jamb. Only then did he stop, standing there staring at me as he rubbed his shoulder. While I could feel that gaze upon me, I couldn't meet it. My own eyes were on my other hand, the one that was clutching a blanket to my otherwise naked chest. With no threat of Ollie getting closer, my other hand soon joined it, pulling the blanket a little higher to cover me just a bit more. For a couple of silent seconds, the two of us just remained like that until Ollie broke the quiet. "I ... I'm sorry, Billy," he apologized halting. "That was ... that guy ... he -" "It's fine," I interrupted, my voice so very soft and feminine that it was almost lost under my friend's words. "It's just something that happened." "It's not 'just' -" Ollie started to counter. "It's fine. I'm fine," I interjected again, forcing my gaze up to meet my friends. "It's not the sort of thing anyone can do anything about anyway." Somehow, even as weak as I sounded, I managed to put an end to my roommate's protests. Instead, Ollie spent a good second or two just nodding, before he spoke again. Even when he did, it was only a simple, "Okay." "It's not why I've been so ... " I struggled for the right word. "Reclusive either. I just ..." My gaze fell. "I just don't know how to be ... this." "Greg knows a lot about being a girl. He can-" Ollie was quick to start suggesting. That idea barely got started, though, before I was shaking my head. "I don't just mean a girl. I mean ... not Billy. Ashley." My friend's brow furrowed. "Ashley?" "Yeah, it's the name I picked after Mr. Johnston started pushing me the other night," I muttered, looking away in embarrassment. "It's different around you and him. You guys know, so I can just be Billy. Ashley ... I don't even know who she is. She's just this redheaded girl I sometimes see in the mirror. I can see she's pretty, but that's all I can tell." "What says anything has to change along with your name?" Ollie asked. "The same thing that says I have to keep holding this blanket up," I answered, wiggling the object in question. "Well, unless I wanted to put up with you staring like an idiot, anyway." With predictable indignance, my friend ready his denial, "I don't-" "Yes, you do," I beat him to the finish. "You're not the only one that does, either. You've seen how people act when I go out. Guys shout at me from cars and hit on me at bars and a cop even let me out of a ticket last night when I was going more than twenty over with no ID. I'm not complaining. I'm glad that I got stuck as a hot girl rather than some other kind, but I'm not some decent-looking dude who likes going to the gym, hanging out with friends, and maybe puts too much effort into picking up girls anymore. The gym is basically a tortue chamber to me now, and do I even still have friends or am I just gonna have to make all new ones?" Shaking my head, I let out a sigh, "Probably fucking girl ones like Gina who just want to talk about shoes and clothes and ugh ..." "Well, I guess we know Ashley isn't into fashion," Ollie joked with a smirk. A helpless, little laugh burst out of me at that. "I guess so. I mean, I want to look good, but yeah ... shopping isn't my idea of a fun Saturday." "What about baseball?" my friend asked. "Does that sound like a fun Saturday?" "Uhm ..." I stalled at the unexpected question. "I guess?" "You guess?" Ollie repeated back, brows knit in thought. "Well, why don't we find out. A home stretch is about to start. I'm pretty sure I can get us some tickets. You can throw on a baggy jersey and a cap, we'll hit a sports bar ahead of time, and see if you still have any fun." At first, the idea sounded alright, but suspicions quickly flared within me. "Are you talking about getting seats from Dan?" Ollie shook his head. "No, I'll buy some. They probably won't be quite as good, but it'll just be you and me." "Okay ... I, uhm ... I guess we can try that," I agreed tentatively. "Okay, I'll get it all set up," my friend told me. I didn't have a response to that, and Ollie didn't seem to have any more to say. That left us with nothing to do but look at one another as an awkward moment started to rise up. In that moment, I became very aware of the fact that I was wearing nothing but a conveniently held blanket. "Uhm ... I think I'm gonna get dressed," I declared. "Oh! I'll, uh ... I'll g-get outta here and let you do that then," Ollie quickly stammered out, jabbing a thumb back toward the door before quickly spinning to send his whole body in that direction. He even made sure to close it behind him as he left. Sighing, I glanced around at the empty room until my gaze rested on the mirrored doors of my closet. In their glass was the same pretty redhead that I'd been seeing in them for weeks. Now, though, she had a name - Ashley. "Alright, let's start figuring out who you are." *********************************************** *********************************************** "And ... done," I declared as I finished double-checking my work and leaned back on the couch. Reaching up, I rubbed at my shoulders all while looking at my laptop screen, trying to decide what to do next. The obvious thing was to send the finished assignment to my boss as I had been doing ever since I'd started helping out from home. A lot had happened since then, though. "Fuck it. Let's just get this over with," I huffed as I sat back up. A few moments later, my work had been sent. After that, I fell back into staring at the screen, back to trying to decide what to do next. A couple of seconds later, that decision was made for me. Resting on the coffee table, my phone sprang to life, insisting it be answered. I caved to that demand, leaning forward to snatch the device up from the table. "Hello, Mr. Johnston," I greeted in a voice that was weary and tentative. "Hey, Billy," my boss returned in a far more confident and friendly manner. "Am I safe in assuming that what you just sent me means that you're going to keep working for me after all?" "Uhm ... yeah," I confirmed, using my free hand to rub at my arm. "And it's uh ... it's Ashley now or, at least, it will be after I meet with the lawyer later today." "Oh?" came the surprised response. "Yeah, hopefully, he can get everything sorted out in time ..." I kept going right past that reaction. "Am I going to have to do a fake interview or something or do I need to put in an application or ...?" "Nope, just let me know when you have your legalities in order," Mr. Johnston told me. "I'll get everything sorted out with HR to get you back on board." Nodding, I replied, "Great. Thanks." "No, thank you," my boss turned my answer around on me. "I, uh ... I kinda acted like a condescending jerk, thinking I knew what was best. I was just trying to help, but I'm not your father, and even if I was, you're a grown up. It was wrong of me to lie to you like that." "Don't worry about it," I dismissed with a shrug. "Like you said, it's not like I hated the party, and I did need to start getting stuff done." "True, but I should have been honest and talked to you about it," Mr. Johnston argued. I shrugged again. "Whatever. Really just makes us even for me stealing from you." That comment got a chuckle out of my boss. "Yeah, well ... I'm glad to hear that I'm not going to need to find myself a new assistant." "I'm glad to know that I'm not gonna have to find another job," I tossed back. "Yeah ..." Mr. Johnston acknowledged, dragging out the word for a moment. "Anyway, now that I know you're sticking around. I've got some new assignments to send you, so I'm gonna get off here and get them to you, so you can get to work." "Should I prioritize anything in particular?" I inquired. "Nope, any order is fine," my boss told me. "Okay," I confirmed before moving straight to, "Goodbye for now then." "Goodbye for now," was parroted back, then the call ended. A relieved sigh leaked out of me as I slouched back against the couch and looked up at the ceiling. "I wonder if Ollie told him?" I asked the emptiness above me, but it was also empty of answers. I didn't really have them either. It was possible that my roommate was still talking to my boss and had told him about the embarrassing mess I'd made of myself the day before. It was also possible that Mr. Johnston had simply been genuine about respecting my personal business and so not mentioned the guy who'd ... Either way, I was glad that it hadn't come up. "Alright, back to work," I sighed before shoving such thoughts from my head. Filling the space they'd once occupied with the tasks that lay ahead, I did what I told myself to do and got back to work. *********************************************** *********************************************** "How'd it go?" Ollie called out as I entered the apartment. Rounding the corner to the living room, I found my roommate just rising from his seat to talk to me. That allowed me to add a shrug and, "Fine, I guess." "You guess?" my friend questioned. "What do you expect me to say, Ollie?" I shot back as I tossed my tote- bag-turned-purse onto the kitchen counter. "I basically just shoved my life into his hands and told him to make it all say Ashley now. He hasn't done anything yet. For all I know, he'll just delete everything or frame me for murdering myself." My roommate screwed up his face at those possibilities. "Frame you for murdering yourself?" "You never know," I remarked. "Mr. Cartwright is the one who hired him, not me. Maybe he thinks I'm a loose end." "If so, you'd think he would've wanted you tied up quicker then this," Ollie pointed out. Rather than argue, I just shrugged again. "Maybe." That reaction had my roommate chuckling and shaking his head. "Whatever ... did he say how long it was going to take?" "He said two weeks, but he also said that's only because that's how long it will take for people to send me new stuff," I explained. "I got the impression that he'd have all the actual changes done by this time tomorrow. He seemed very ... efficient." "Okay," Ollie acknowledged. "And what all are they going to be sending you?" "Everything," I answered. "Driver's license, birth certificate, social security card, credit card, bank card, etc. Most of it apparently is going to go to his office, though. Once he has it all, he'll give me a call, and I'll have to go back in to get it and go over how things were changed." Listening to the list, Ollie nodded slowly, clearly looking for another question to pester me with. Apparently, my answer was good enough, though, because he didn't ask one. When next he spoke, it was to say, "By the way, I got us those tickets for Saturday." "Oh ... good," I mumbled in acknowledgement. Ollie tossed a suspicious look my way. "You're not gonna chicken out now, are ya?" "Nope," I declared with a confident shake of my head. "I'm all set to make you waste a fuckton of money buying me beer and nachos." "Hey, I bought the tickets. I didn't say anything about paying for food and drinks, too," Ollie countered, waving about a warning finger. I cocked an eyebrow at that. "Really? You're going to make me pay?" "And why shouldn't you?" Ollie huffed. "Well, there's the obvious fact that I'm a hot chick with massive tits," I argued. "Then maybe you should use those tits to find a boyfriend to buy you shit," my friend countered, jabbing a thumb at his chest. "I already have a girlfriend." Shrugging that point off, I tried a different angle. "Okay, then what about the fact that my credit card, debit card, and everything else are going to be canceled, so I have to get through the next couple weeks with nothing but the cash I have on hand." "Sounds like the sort of thing you should've planned for," Ollie noted. "And I did," I shot back. "But my plans didn't include ballpark beer prices." My roommate's eyes narrowed. "Sounds very convenient for you." I shrugged. "Not if you don't pay for my beer, but I guess I can go without. Hard to imagine having fun at a baseball game without beer, though." For another second, Ollie kept up his suspicious glare before finally relenting with a frustrated sigh. "Fine, I'll pay for nachos and beer." "Aw, thanks bro," I chirped out some sarcastically gleeful gratitude. That had the desired effect of further irritating my friend, eliciting a grunted, "Whatever." *********************************************** *********************************************** "Welp, that's certainly a 'look'," I remarked as I tugged at my shirt. Reflected in the mirror was a sight that reminded me more of my first few days as a girl. After all, my clothes clearly didn't fit - at least, my shirt didn't. I'd stopped by a sport shop earlier that week to try to find a new jersey, but I should've known better than to bother. Getting anything over my tits, even girl sizes, left the rest of it looking like a tent, so I hadn't bothered to buy anything new. Instead, I was wearing one of my old guy ones. It was a terrible fit. The front was thrust well out by my massive tits, and left to just hang down over the rest of me. It hung pretty far down, too, enough to cover my hips and ass. That left me looking sort of like a fat ball with skinny arms and legs sticking out of it. Hell, between the too wide- shoulders and long sleeves, most of my arms were covered too. "I guess I could tie it up," I considered, grabbing the hem of my jersey and lifting it up under my massive melons before pulling it tight. That revealed my trim waist and the very short, jean shorts that clung to my lower body. It also drew the fabric tight around my assets, really emphasizing how big they were compared to how slim I was. In the process, that combination made me look vaguely like I was some sexy model about to do a photoshoot for a sports magazine or something. "Yeah ... I don't want to deal with that," I sighed as I let the jersey fall back down and scowled at my reflection. There had to be something in between bowling ball and pin-up. "Maybe, leave it unbuttoned and wear another shirt underneath?" Figuring it was worth a try, I started unbuttoning the shirt as I turned toward my dresser to find another top. I was just about to get the last fastener out of the way and pull the thing off when I heard Ollie call out, "You ready yet?!" Instantly, my hands tugged the jersey closed to keep my chest covered as my head whipped about to look at the door. Except, my roommate wasn't standing there about to catch an eyeful of bra-clad boob or some embarrassing stumble. The door remained closed. He had merely shouted through it. "No!" I shouted as I relaxed and got the last button undone. After that, I stripped off the jersey to start digging through my shirt drawer. "Jeez! Hurry up or we won't have time to get lunch beforehand!" Ollie yelled back. "I'm hurrying!" I retorted as I snatched a white, tank top with a scoop neckline out of the drawer. It was maybe a little more on the pinup side of things than I would've liked, but it would work. Quickly, I tugged it on, then pulled the oversized jersey on over it, before stepping back in front of my closet. "Yeah, that'll work," I declared as I gave a few quick twists to see the outfit from different angles in the mirrored doors. "Now, I just need to put my hair up and get my cap." Putting my hair up in a ponytail was easy enough, but the cap proved to be a bit tricky. I couldn't just tug it on as my new tail got in the way. Instead, I had to thread my hair through the little gap in the back between the fabric and the size adjuster. Then, I needed one last look in the mirror before I was sure I was good to go. Deciding, I was, I turned around and walked out of my room. "Finally!" Ollie huffed when he saw me, shoving himself up from where he'd been lounging against the back of the couch. "How did you possibly manage to take that long to throw on a hat and jersey?" "It's more complicated than it looks," I remarked with a shrug. Ollie rolled his eyes at that. "Yeah, sure it is. Now, can we get going already?" "No, I gotta hit the can first," I told him, pointing toward the bathroom. "Seriously?!" my roommate exclaimed. "Well, I suppose I could pee all over your car instead," I proposed. "Agh! Fine! Just hurry up!" Ollie groaned. Smirking, I turned to duck into the bathroom with a quick, "Be right back." *********************************************** *********************************************** Chapter 35 "Ah ... beer, sweet beautiful beer," I sighed in delight as I reached out for the beer bottle that the waitress had just put down in front of me. "Careful, that's the only one you're getting till we get to the ballpark," Ollie warned, wagging a finger at me. Rolling my eyes, I brought the bottle up to my lips with a, "Yeah, yeah, whatever." "I'm serious," my friend insisted. "That's it. You're just drinking water after it." In defiance of the efforts to caution me, I took a long go at the bottle, chugging down several gulps before I finally came up for air. "Ahhh ... what a wonderful first beer." Ollie eyes narrowed at my actions. "You think you're gonna get me to cave, but it's not gonna happen. I ain't falling for your sob story again." "If that's how you feel, I'm sure one of the other guys in here would be glad to buy me another," I remarked with a shrug as I brought my beer up for another drink. Just as the beer hit my lips, I heard a familiar male voice call out, "Ollie!" It was quickly followed by my roommate's eyes widening as he blurted, "Dan?!" That name paired with the familiar voice nearly had me doing a spit-take with my drink. Instead of spewing it all over the table, though, I ended up with some of the fluid burning its way down the wrong pipe. Any outbursts of my own were lost in the hacking and sputtering that followed as I curled into a retching mess. "Whoa, sorry, I should've been more careful about when I made my entrance. I've always had a powerful effect on beautiful women," Dan's voice apologized to me in his typically arrogant way even as one of his big, strong hands rested on my shoulder. Immediately, I jerked away from the touch. Forcing a brief pause in my coughing, I yanked my head up to croak a sharp, "I'm fine!" at the man. My attention only landed on the guy for a moment, though. No, as soon as I'd gotten that out, my eyes and the rage that filled them whipped over to my roommate. "Yeesh, sor-ry," was Dan's reply as he pulled his hand back. "What are you doing here, Dan?" Ollie interjected sharply, giving voice to almost the exact question I'd been planning to ask, except mine would've been directed at my roommate. "Just getting a bite to eat with the guys before the game," Dan explained, jabbing a thumb back over his shoulder. When I let my eyes follow that gesture, I found a table with three more guys I didn't want to meet. They, like Dan, were my friends, or at least they had been before I'd gotten myself stuck as a girl. I hadn't seen any of them since, and I certainly didn't want to see any of them now. However, it seemed that a certain someone didn't care about what I wanted. "And I can see why you turned down my invitation," Dan continued on as he swept his gaze over me, paying extra attention to my massive tits. He even gave a low whistle at the sight of them. "Ugh, for one, stop leering at her, jackass," Ollie growled. "And two, whatever you think is going on here isn't." Rather than immediately obey, Dan let his gaze linger on me for a beat as he smirked. Only then did he turn to cock an eyebrow at my roommate. "What? This isn't your new girlfriend." "No, obviously," Ollie sighed. "You've met Laura." "Yeah, yeah, brown hair, no tits," Dan rattled off. "I assumed you dumped her for this girl, which was obviously the right call." "No, I didn't!" Ollie exclaimed in exasperation. "Why do you think I said that this isn't what you think?!" Dan gave a bewildered shrug. "What else am I supposed to think?" "That she's just my friend maybe?" Ollie pointed out. "Ah, you friend-zoned him, huh," Dan remarked, turning back to offer me a cocky grin. "Well, I'd like to be your friend, too, and I've got some outstanding seats for today's game. What do you say you and Ollie, here, come to the game with me?" "I'd say, I think your friends are gonna be pretty angry when they find out you're trying to give away their seats," I muttered. "Aw, don't worry about them," Dan played it off, waving a hand dismissively back at his table of buddies. At the same time, he added a sly wink at me. "They'll understand. Trust me." Before I could spit out another, much more obvious refusal, Ollie jumped back into the conversation. "We already have our own plans, Dan, so beat it." "Yeah, well, I asked her to change them, and I'm sure she's capable of giving her own fucking answer," Dan retorted, drawing himself defiantly. Even had the two men both been standing, Ollie would've looked like a wimp in comparison. Dan was only a little taller, but he had a good fifty pounds on the other guy, much of that being muscle. With Ollie seated in the booth, though, there wasn't even a comparison. However, Ollie didn't stay seated. He sprang up to his feet to match the other man eye to eye as he retorted, "Yeah, well, I think you're hassling her, hoping she'll be too uncomfortable to say no, and I'm not gonna let that happen, so get the fuck outta here." "Oh is that-" Dan started to retort. Slamming my hands on the table, I shoved myself to my feet as well. It was a ridiculous thing to do. Next to Dan, I was tiny, having to crane my neck just to look up at his face, but I wasn't going to be intimidated by that, and I wasn't going to just fucking sit there and have Ollie fight my battles for me like some bitch. "He told you to beat it, asshole, so why don't you get to that," I interrupted, trying to sound tough, but utterly failing with my sweet- as-honey voice. Had I done that as a guy, Dan might've looked worried about the odds or his own friends might've gotten up to have his back. I wasn't a guy, though. Suddenly, this wasn't a question of strength or status. It was a guy standing there in the middle of a sports bar, loudly and resoundly being rejected by a girl he was hitting on. There was no one coming to Dan's aid, and he didn't back down because he didn't want to fight or thought he couldn't win. Instead, for a moment he stood there, face twisting with anger, clearly wanting to throw a punch, but he never did. In the end, he just gave a feral-sounding snarl, spun about, and stormed off back to his friends. When the guy gave up, the palpable tension in the room snapped, and conversation that had mostly died down in preparation for a fight picked back up. Guys all around went back to laughing and drinking, and it no longer made any sense for me to stay standing, so I didn't. I slipped back into my seat. Only then did I notice that my hands were shaking, which had me burying them between my legs to keep them still. "I'm sorry about that, Billy," Ollie was quick to apologize as he sat down. "I should've known they'd probably come here, but I forgot-" "Ashley," I interjected. Clearly thrown by the interruption, Ollie lost a moment to blinking before he asked, "What?" "That's my name, now, so that's what you should call me," I elaborated. "Or I guess, Ash or Lee or something like that ... just not Billy." "Oh, uhm ... okay ..." my friend trailed off, brow furrowing as he peered at me. Hating that look, I turned away, glancing over toward the table of what had once been my friends. After what had just happened, though, it was pretty clear that they weren't anymore and wouldn't be again. Even if I told them the truth, and they somehow both believed me and accepted me back, it still wouldn't work. Guys like Dan were never just friends with girls like me. Feeling my eyes start to burn, I turned back to Ollie to double-check, "This wasn't some scheme, right? Just bad luck?" My friend nodded. "Yeah." "Okay," I replied as I grabbed my bottle. Before I brought it up to chug the rest of it, I added, "If you see our waitress, flag her down for me. I'm gonna need another one of these." Again, I received a nod. "Sure thing." *********************************************** *********************************************** "Hey batter batter, hey batter batter ..." Ollie called out, preparing for the moment when the pitch was tossed and he could shout, "Swing!" No such swing occured. The pitch sailed right by without even a hint of a nibble from the batter. A moment later, the call of, "Ball three!" could be heard. "Damn it! Come on, ump! That was clearly a strike!" my friend cursed as he pounded a fist on one of his seat's armrests. Of course, no one on the field could hear what Ollie had to say. Unlike the last game we went to together, we were a good ways up and away from the field in a pretty full stadium. There was someone who could hear his ranting and raving, though - me. While my roommate finished his cursing, I was snickered at his efforts. "Really? You're hittin' him with the ol' 'hey batter batter'?" "Yeah? So? Got a problem with that?" Ollie demanded defensively as he settled back in his seat. "Nah, just didn't realize you were an eight year old trying to win a pee-wee game," I mocked. Ollie rolled his eyes. "Whatever. It's a classic 'cause it works." "Oh really?" I questioned. "'Cause I didn't see him swinging there." "Well, you will this time!" my friend insisted. "Yeah sure, here's your chance to prove it," I replied, gesturing toward the pitcher, who looked to be getting ready for his next throw. Seeing that, Ollie perked back up, and soon, "Hey, batter batter. Hey batter, batter," was being chanted once more. Chuckling, I leaned forward to play along, matching my friend's cadence. Then the pitch was off and we both shouted, "Swing!" in perfect unison. Apparently, the two of us weren't the only people on the same wavelength, because the batter actually swung. There was just one problem with that - he didn't miss. There was the resounding crack of a ball on wood followed by the former sailing out high and fast. "Oh shit! He actually swung!" I blurted in surprise. "Come on! Get under it!" Ollie yelled at the outfielder, but his words weren't any more helpful this time. He was just lucky that it wasn't a home run as it clipped off the wall about midway up and bounced back onto the field as a pretty clear double. "Damn it!" "Why'd you tell him to swing, dumbass?!" I exclaimed as I pounded a fist against his bicep. "You told him to swing, too, so you're as much a dumbass as I am!" Ollie retorted, giving me a shove. "I was just mocking your dumbassness, dumbass!" I shot right back. "Well, they didn't get a hit until you got involved!" came the next argument. "Yeah, well, you're the one that invited me along, so it's still your fault!" I countered. Ollie seemed ready to spit out another argument, but it didn't come. Instead, he winced and smacked a hand against his armrest again. "Damn it! You're right! I should've known better than to invite a - girl - to a baseball game!" "Ohhhhhh," I dragged out the word as I processed my friend's enraging remark. "You better be careful, bro, or this - girl - is gonna kick your ass." A confident smirk and chuckle answered me. "Oh yeah? Because you punching me a moment ago was like getting thwapped by a thing of cotton candy." "Yeah, well, I'd like to hear you say that after I smack you in the balls," I remarked, affecting a sweet smile even as I raised my hand in readiness. That threat had the desired effect as Ollie dropped his hands to his lap and tilted his legs away from me protectively. "You wouldn't." "Oh?" I replied, arching an eyebrow. "As you pointed out, I'm a girl now. I don't have to fight fair anymore. Eyes, hair, the family jewels, it's all allowed now, and you can't even fight back unless you want everyone to think you beat women." "You're a monster," Ollie cursed. I shrugged. "I'm a woman." My friend and I both held on for exactly the same beat before we both burst out laughing at the whole thing. That carried us all the way through the next batter, who quickly popped out to end that half of the inning. It would be a little bit before our team was up and ready to bat. Holding up his plastic cup, Ollie eyed the low level of liquid in it before glancing over at me. "How you doing on beer?" "Uhm ..." I stalled as I picked up my own cup and gave it a wiggle. "Should last through the bottom of the inning." "Hmm ... I guess I can make this one stretch that far," Ollie decided before setting his cup back in the holder. "Good, because I'm definitely going to want-" I started to tell him as I looked toward the screen to see the box score. Except, it wasn't showing the box score. The mid-inning lull had prompted the stadium staff into action to amuse the crowd. They didn't bring up some trivia quiz or advertisement or sports fact, though. No, their activity of choice was the kiss cam, and with dread timing, Ollie and I appeared on it at that very moment. "Well look at this lucky fella, got a gorgeous girl and she's a baseball fan!" the announcer for the little event echoed out over the stadium as I heard several wolf whistles from the crowd. "Hurry up and kiss her before she realizes she's outta your league!" Up until the 'kiss her' part, I sat there frozen in the camera like a deer in headlights. Then, I watched my face turn bright red on the giant stadium screen before I jerked my head down to hide behind the brim of my cap. That wasn't going to work, though. "Aw, come on! Don't be shy! It's been a great game! He's earned it!" the announcer egged on. Some of the nearby crowd started joining in, too, with shouts, "Kiss him!" Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Ollie not just shaking his head, but waving both hands frantically to indicate no. That seemed to work as the kiss cam moved on, finding other couples to smooch for people's amusement. However, just as I started to relax, they came back to try again. "You two finally ready to give us that kiss, yet?! Even if it's your first, think of the story you'll be able to tell your friends!" the announcer pressed. Having only just started to lift my head, I immediately yanked it back down to try in vain to hide. The crowd clearly enjoyed the awkwardness of it, as I could hear plenty of laughter. Meanwhile, Ollie tried again to refuse, but the staff were clearly determined. "What are you saying no for?! You expect us to believe you don't want a kiss?!" the announcer argued. Who knew how long he'd keep at it. Even if the camera moved on, it could come back. They might even try again during a later inning. There was only one way to get this torment to end. "Argh, can't these people take a hi-" Ollie started to growl in frustration, but he didn't quite make it through. Desperate to escape the attention, I abandoned my pointless effort to curl up and hide. Popping up, I tilted my head to the side, then back to keep my cap out of the way. After that, it was just a matter of pushing forward until my lips got my friend on the cheek. I couldn't remember the last time I'd kissed someone on the cheek, but I knew one thing. It hadn't been a guy on the receiving end. It had never been a guy - at least, not for as long as I could remember. This time it was, though, and it felt different ... rougher and even just a bit scratchy. Then, it was over, and I retreated back to my hiding in my seat. "There we go!" the announcer called out with obvious delight. "Well done, young lady, and I expect a thank you from you, young man!" If Ollie offered some form of thanks, I didn't see it. The camera moved on, though, and it didn't come back, so I was thankful even if he wasn't. That didn't stop my face from burning all the way through the bottom of the inning. *********************************************** *********************************************** "Ahhhh, finally," I sighed as I dropped heavily onto the couch. Finding a seat of his own, Ollie remarked, "Yeah, bit of an exhausting day, huh?" "You can say that again," I agreed, only to wince as I tried to roll a shoulder. Dropping it back into place, I raised a hand to rub at the muscle up there. "You alright?" Ollie inquired with obvious concern. Continuing the massage, I nodded. "Yep, shoulder's are just sore from lugging these massive tits around all day." "Ah right ... " Ollie acknowledged even as he scowled pensively. "I-" Before my friend could get further, his phone sprang to life. Cutting himself off, he fished it out of his pocket. When he saw the screen, though, he wrinkled his brow in confusion. "Who is it?" my curiosity demanded. "Laura ..." Ollie mumbled before clicking accept and raising his phone to his ear. "Hey babe. I thought you were busy with-What? No, that's not-We talked about this!" For the next few seconds, all I could hear was the faint, indiscernible sound of someone yelling on the other end of the call. "One of your friends?! Did they even tell you what happened?!" Ollie exclaimed, followed a beat later by, "It was on the cheek, Laura, and she only did it to get the staff to stop harassing us!" Suddenly, I knew exactly what was happening. I didn't even need to hear the other side of the conversation. My roommate's side was enough to follow every step. It was also enough to see that it was all unravelling. First, Ollie tried to calm it all down, "Look, I'm already home, so why don't I come by and we can talk?" When that was refused, Ollie tried to win over the phone, "You know that's not what's happening, Laura. We've been through this. She's not even into guys. Plus, you know she knows about us. If I'm with her, why would she be okay with me being with you?" That failed as well, leading to, "Well how am I supposed to convince you then?! Kick her out?! Well, I'm not going to! We've been roommates for years, and friends for even longer than that! No, I do care about you, but she's my best friend! You can't seriously expect me to-well I won't, and I can't believe that you're so insecure that you can't stand me having an attractive female friend!" Ollie and I both winced as he said those words, because we both knew exactly where they led. Sure enough, Laura's words, which I still couldn't make out, took on the shrill sound of enraged screaming. A few minutes of insults and low blows followed as each dredged up every little thing they could think of to throw at the other. Then, it was all over with the abrupt sound of Ollie cutting himself off, an indication that Laura had just hung up on him. Taking a deep breath, Ollie let the hand with his phone fall into his lap before he muttered a defeated, "Damn it." "I'm sorry, Ollie," I apologized. "I never should have-" "It's alright," the perfunctory declaration cut me off as Ollie shoved himself to his feet and stuffed his phone back into his pocket. "You didn't do anything wrong." "How did she even find out about what happened at the game?" I asked. My friend gave a weary shrug. "I guess one of her friends was there with her boyfriend, saw us on the screen, and blew it way out of proportion." "Ah ..." I mumbled, rubbing at one arm. "You didn't do anything wrong," Ollie repeated. "It was very clear that we had no interest in kissing, and you just gave me a little peck on the cheek to get them to leave us alone." "I could've just endured it until they gave up," I pointed out. My roommate shrugged again. "Sure, but I think Laura would've found another excuse. She's always been too interested in you and what we do together, you know? Like she always suspected something was going on." "Oh ..." I acknowledged. "I thought she'd get over it after a while, but I guess not," Ollie finished before shrugging for the third time and shaking his head. "Anyway, sorry for the shitty day." "Not your fault," I replied. "Plus, there was one bright spot in the whole giant mess." Ollie raised an eyebrow at that. "Oh, and what was that." "Found out I still like baseball," I told him. A helpless laugh burst out of my friend's lips. "Really? Even after this disaster of a day?" "Well, I certainly don't want a repeat of all of that," I clarified before giving my roommate a nod. "But yeah, I had fun in between the disasters." "That's something at least," Ollie remarked with a chuckle. While I didn't add any laughter of my own, I did manage a smile. "Yeah, it is." "Welp, regardless, this is clearly a time for beer, so I'm gonna go grab us some," Ollie declared, turning toward the kitchen. "How about you get everything set up so I can embarrass you in a virtual stadium as well?" "Only one who's getting embarrassed this time is you!" I shot back. Already walking away, Ollie called back over his shoulder. "It's a virtual stadium not a dream one!" *********************************************** *********************************************** Chapter 36 "What?!" I gasped in surprise. "Unbutton your blouse," Ollie repeated his instruction. For a moment, I was lost to just blinking in surprise before I managed to form words. "Look, I know I used to be a guy, but that doesn't mean I'm going to just show 'em to you whenever you want." "I'm not trying to get a peek at your boobs!" Ollie huffed indignantly. "It's about your bra, dumbass." "I'm not gonna show that to you whenever you want either!" I retorted. "Especially not while I'm wearing it!" That had Ollie rolling his eyes at me. "Will you get your head out of the gutter?! I'm trying to help." "Yeah, yourself to an eyeful of tit!" I shot back. "No, with your fucking shoulder pain!" Ollie countered as he pointed at the phone he held in one hand. "I did some research into what might be the cause and how to fix it." "Okay ... I mean, the cause is pretty obvious, right?" I remarked, gesturing at my massive melons. "And I'm pretty sure the only solution to those is to get a reduction, which I'm not gonna do." Again, Ollie resorted to rolling his eyes at me. "Those might make your back hurt, but according to what I read, your shoulders hurting is probably your bra's fault." "Really?" I questioned as I tilted my head to glance over at my shoulder. At the same time, I raised a hand, to move my shirt aside enough so that I could see and tug on my bra strap. "What did it say I'm supposed to wear one of those hideous beige masses of fabric with straps as wide as my shoulders? Because I'm not going to." "Well, that was one of the suggestions, but that's apparently for if the other ones don't work," my friend explained. That answer had me twisting my face up uncertainly. "What were some of the other suggestions?" "Well, it says the big one is getting a bra that's the right size for you," Ollie explained. "Well, not much to be done about that. I already grabbed the biggest one they had," I pointed out. "Well, maybe that's not the size you need," my roommate argued. I cocked a brow incredulously at that. "Have you seen anyone with bigger tits than me?" "No, but you had trouble finding tops to fit you, right?" Ollie noted. "Maybe, the same is true with bras." A scowl darkened my face at that supposition. It was certainly true that I'd had a lot of trouble finding tops to fit me. I'd never considered the idea that the issue might extend to what I wore under those tops as well. "How do we tell if I'm wearing the right size or not?" I questioned, peering down at my tits. "I mean, the one I have on right now seems to fit fine." "Well, that's why I told you to unbutton your blouse," Ollie explained as he raised his phone. "I already have a guide pulled up right now." Twisting my lips to one side, I glanced between my boobs and my roommate for a second before I came to a decision. Sliding my computer off my lap, I shoved myself to my feet, and extended a hand toward Ollie. "Okay, give it here and I'll go check." Despite my earlier accusations about his motives, Ollie made no attempt to argue with that. He just offered a straightforward, "Okay," then handed his phone to me. Taking the device, I darted by my friend and slipped into my room. Once inside, I closed the door behind me, and made sure to lock it. Then, I checked out the phone, not for the guide, but to make sure there wasn't any recording going on or something. It wasn't that I really cared if Ollie saw my tits. I was just tired of having wardrobe malfunctions around him. "Don't see anything ..." I mumbled before finally flipping over to read the guide. "How to tell when a bra doesn't fit ..." After scanning the first couple of items, I nodded and set the phone aside to get started. The first part of that was finally following my roommate's instruction and unbuttoning my shirt. Once that was done, I stripped it off and stepped over in front of the mirrored closet doors to get a good view of my bra-clad assets. They looked pretty spectacular in the silk and lace garment - high, plump, and inviting. According to the guide, though ... "Jeez, are there any of these that aren't a problem?" I questioned as I picked up Ollie's phone to start running through the list, occasionally lifting my head to check my tits before moving onto the next one. The guide was pretty comprehensive, including a numbered list with pictures to show what the writer meant. The pictures were what really helped, they were also what made it clear that my bra definitely did not fit me. "Your breasts should not spill out of the cups." They did. A lot. "The band should fit snugly around your torso, and should not easily pull away from your body in front or back." It didn't fit snug around my torso. It did in the back, but in the front the band was lifted well away from my ribcage by my tits. "Your bra straps stay snugly but comfortably in place. You should be able to lift them roughly an inch with very mild force, and they should not be digging in." They did dig in - quite a lot when I was standing or sitting up straight. There was no give in the elastic either. If I lifted it, I had to lift the whole boob. There was more to the list, over half a dozen points plus clarifying tips and tricks. By the time I reached the end of it, it was more than clear that my bra didn't fit. In fact, it was hard to believe that I'd ever actually thought it did fit. That was how obviously wrong the size was for me. "God damn it ..." I muttered, shoulders slumping. "I thought I was done with clothes." Sighing, I turned away from the mirror and tossed my friend's phone on the bed. That same hand then snatched up my shirt, so that I could pull it back on. Once I had the buttons fastened up once more, I grabbed the device off the bed and walked out the door. "And?" Ollie inquired. "You were right. This one is way too small for me," I told my friend, shoving his phone in his hands as I walked by to drop myself back onto the couch. "Guess I'm gonna have to get some new ones, if I can figure out what size I'm actually supposed to wear." "Well, I found some guides for how to measure yourself, too ... " Ollie began only to trail off in a way that made it clear he wasn't done. "... but, all of them seem to require you to already have a bra that fits to work." "What?" I gasped, screwing my face up in confusion. "I know! It's weird, right?!" Ollie exclaimed. "But every guide I could find had a step that required you to wear a bra for it." Sighing, I gave a weak shrug. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Nothing else about women's clothes has made sense so far. Why should bras?" "Well, apparently, there are places that offer professional fitting services," Ollie informed me. "They can probably figure it out for you, and they seemed to mostly be free." "Maybe, although the last time I got 'professionally fit' for something, I could barely breathe in it," I pointed out. Ollie chuckled at that. "Sure, but you said you're already wearing something way too small, and you're having no trouble breathing, right? So, it can only get better." While that reasoning seemed sound, my face still twisted with doubt. "I guess we'll see." *********************************************** *********************************************** "Wow, I can see why you needed a fitting," Maya, owner of Maya's Bra Shop, remarked when she saw me pull off my top. "Forgive me if this is too prying but have your breasts recently ... gone up in size?" As she asked that, the heavyset woman cupped the air in front of her own quite prodigious chest. Technically, the answer was yes. My chest had been completely flat a couple of months ago. I wondered how the woman would react if I said that, though. Probably, she'd just make the same assumption that she seemed to have already made, that I'd gotten implants. "No," I answered, tired of people always assuming my tits were fake. "I just always assumed that a double-dee was the biggest size, because that was the largest shops seemed to carry." "Ahhhh ... yes, unfortunately, stores just don't cater to busty girls like us" the shop owner acknowledged with sympathetic understanding. "Yeah, so a friend made me realize," I mumbled. "Good, because trust me, life with large breasts is so much better with a properly fitting bra," Maya declared like it was some sort of mission statement before clapping her hands together. "Now then, what size do you have on right now?" "Uhm ... I think it's a thirty-four double-dee," I answered. Nodding, the woman peered at me for a moment before pulling out a tape measure and stepping around behind me. "Life your arms for me for a second." "Okay," I agreed, doing as asked. I didn't have to leave my arms up for long. It only took a moment for the shop owner to thread her tape around me. Then, I was told to let them hang loosely at my side. There were a few other corrections to my posture as well while the woman shifted her tape above, below, and over my tits, taking each measurement several times. All the while, she hummed thoughtfully after each one. Feeling like this was taking a little long for what seemed to be just three measurements, I asked, "Something wrong?" "No," Maya was quick to say. "You're just something of a unique case." "That sounds bad," I pointed out. "Only if you're not happy with yourself, dear, and even that is usually a matter of perspective." the woman replied as she finally stopped with the measurements. Retracting her tape, she swept back around in front of me to give my chest one final look before saying, "Well, it's hard to be sure with you wearing something so ill-fitting, so I'm going to get something a little closer to your size. It probably won't be perfect, but I should be able to pinpoint what you'll need after that. Okay?" The idea of having to endure another round of measurements wasn't exactly appealing, but I didn't see any other way to get this done, so I answered, "Okay." "Be right back," Maya chirped brightly as she swept out of the dressing room and off into the store. Left alone, I let out a weary sigh and looked around. All there really was to see was my reflection in the various mirrors. Standing there in my ill-fitting bra, I looked tired and unhappy. I felt that way, too. Sighing again, I dropped my gaze from the mirrors down to the massive melons on my chest. "You're an awful lot of trouble, you know that?" "They certainly can be," Maya's voice remarked. Starting with surprise, I jerked my head up and around just in time to see the shop owner opening the door to come back inside. It wasn't a full door but one of those ones with a gap at the top and bottom. That was enough for the sake of modesty, but it clearly wasn't as private as I'd thought, at least not when it came to people overhearing what was said beyond it. "But they are beautiful, too, and you shouldn't be ashamed of them," the heavyset woman continued with a reassuring smile that soon twisted into a confident smirk. "Besides, I think you'll find them to be much less troublesome once we're done here." "I'm ... " I started to argue with the shop owner's second point only for the third one to steal my thunder. Instead, I let my lips curl into a slight smile as I replied, "I hope so." "Me too!" Maya announced her support before immediately segueing by lifting up the bra she'd retrieved from the shop. "Anyway, swap that tiny thing out for this one for me, and we'll get this fitting business finished up." "Okay," I agreed as I reached up to pop open the hooks of what I was wearing to strip it off. Tossing it aside, I took the one that was offered and started to slip it on. Immediately, I noticed a huge difference. Specifically, the cups for this thing were huge - a lot bigger than the ones on the bra I'd just cast aside. One of them might've even been able to hold my head, they were so big. There was something almost daunting about the size, but I supposed my tits were pretty fucking massive. After I had the new bra hooked on, the shop owner fluttered around me, tugging on various things and tightening the straps. Even after all the adjustments, though, the fit was very different from the other one. Gone was the heavy weight that used to dig the straps into my shoulders, replaced by a shockingly light amount of pressure. It no longer felt like I was crammed as tightly into the thing as usual either. That wasn't to say it wasn't snug, though. It was, and it didn't seem to fit quite right, judging by what that fit guide I'd looked at had said. The band still lifted off my torso slightly rather than sit flush as it should and the cups, huge as they were, actually seemed to be a bit too small. Meanwhile, Maya set her tape upon me again, wrapping it around my chest for her various measurements. Unlike last time, she settled for checking each one only a few times before retracting her tape. Then, she swept around in front of me to give a single thoughtful hum as she looked at me. "Well ... would you like the good news or the bad news first?" the woman finally asked. That question had me twisting my face uncertainly. "Good news?" "The good news is that I know what size you need," Maya told me. Bracing myself, I asked, "And the bad news?" "That it's going to take some work to get it," the shop owner answered. My brow furrowed in confusion. "What does that mean?" "It means you're not only exceptionally well-endowed, but also exceptionally thin," Maya elaborated, adding a joking, "Which makes me exceptionally jealous," before returning to a more serious tone. "Unfortunately, it also means that I am not going to be able to have you walking out of here with the right size bra today. There are companies that make your size, but I'm sorry to say that I don't have it in stock." "Oh, so I'll have to order it then?" I guessed. "Correct," the shop owner confirmed. "Now, that can be a bit tricky, especially since many companies that make larger bras don't always use US sizing. I can go over the differences between each sizing system with you, how to get the best fit, and show you which styles and brands offer your size. I can also do alterations if there's something that catches your eye that isn't available in your specific size." While that news was certainly irritating, it wasn't the worst thing ever. I'd dealt with essentially the same nonsense while trying to find shirts to fit me. At least this time, I'd have some help making sure I got the right stuff. "Okay, works for me," I agreed with a shrug. "Great!" Maya declared happily, clapping her hands together. "Now, let's find you some styles you like." *********************************************** *********************************************** "Shoulders still hurting even with the new bras?" Ollie inquired. Jerking my attention up from my food, I furrowed my brow at my friend. "Huh? No. Why?" "You keep rubbing at your shoulder," my friend explained, gesturing over at me. "What?" I mumbled in confusion as I glanced down and over only to realize what had prompted the comment when I saw my fingers inside the fabric of my shirt. "Oh ... no, I was just fiddling with the strap." That answer had my roommate screwing his face up. "But not because it was bothering you?" "I didn't say it wasn't bothering me," I shot back. "I said my shoulders didn't hurt." "And what does that mean?" Ollie questioned, scowling in worry. "Are the new bras not gonna work either?" "No, they're great. Much more comfortable, and they're not digging into my shoulders anymore," I assured him, and I meant every word of it. "It's just that I got so used to the old ones that these feel kinda ... loose in comparison." "Maybe you ended up going too big this time?" Ollie reasoned. I shook my head. "No, I don't think so. I had Maya check out the ones I bought just to be sure, and she said they were good. She even helped me adjust the straps to make sure I got them right this time. Apparently, they weren't supposed to be anywhere near as tight as I had them before." "Hmm ..." Ollie hummed thoughtfully, rubbing at his chin. "But now the straps are slipping down or something?" "No, they're just ... ugh," I started to try again, but ended up in a growl. "There's nothing wrong with my new bras. I was just playing with the strap, and I probably shouldn't do that, so I'm just gonna stop." To emphasize that point, tucked my free hand between my thighs, so I wouldn't be tempted. Even still, my friend seemed suspicious of my claim. Either that or he just wanted an excuse to stare at my tits. His doubtful gaze did dip their way several times, but at least, he didn't ask any more questions about what was holding them. Instead, Ollie pried into a different topic, "How are things going with the ID stuff?" "I already told you I have an appointment in a couple days to go over that and pick up my new documents," I rattled off. "And then Greg is going to hire you back on at work?" Ollie continued his interrogation. "Yes! Fuck!" I belted out in frustration. "I'm fine! Work's fine! Everything's fine! Stop worrying so fucking much!" "Sorry. It's just ..." Trailing off, Ollie just stared at me for a moment with this weird look in his eyes before his gaze dropped to his food. "Sorry." Not having any idea what in the hell I was supposed to do with that, I lost a second to staring at my friend in bewilderment. With a shake of my head and a rattle of my throat, I shook myself out of that and turned my attention back to my food, stabbing at it viciously with my fork. Whatever else that look had been about, I knew it was irritating as fuck. *********************************************** *********************************************** Chapter 37 "Ah, really, you're gonna start this today?" I hissed through my teeth as my morning began with a painful cramp. The spike of torment quickly faded, dimming to a dull ache, but it wasn't my first time dealing with this issue. I knew what it meant. My period was starting. "Fucking girl body!" I growled as I shoved myself out of bed and onto my feet. Not that I wanted to do that. On the contrary, I wanted to just curl up under the blankets and sleep away the miserable day. That wasn't any option, though - not today. Muttering curses, I marched out of my room and into the bathroom. That wasn't just because that was where I kept my tampons, either. No, even with the cramps, that was one of the last things on my mind. I needed the can first, then a shower, and only after that did I bother with a tampon. Then, I wrapped myself up in towels to march back to my room where I could get dressed. "At least wearing a bra doesn't hurt as much as last time," I remarked as I finished hooking on such a garment. During my first period, wearing a bra had been impossible, but my old bras had also been far too tight. These new ones were a much more comfortable fit. "Still really tender, though," I remarked as I gave my tits an experimental squeeze that sent a twinge of pain through me. Sighing, I moved on, grabbing the nicest clothes I owned. Nothing I had was really all that nice, and all of it was sexy, but I thought the black, knee-length, pencil skirt and cream blouse were professional enough. I even inflicted upon myself a pair of black pumps with moderate heels that I'd bought, rather than wearing the sneakers I much preferred. After all, the tight skirt already forced me to take tiny steps, so it wasn't like the heels would slow me down much. Once I had everything on, I spent the next several seconds in front of the mirror, checking to make sure everything looked good. Well, obviously it did. It was difficult for me to not look good, but today I also wanted to look professional and classy. That was kind of hard to do with clothes clinging as tightly as they did to my curves, but I think I managed to avoid tipping over into the slutty side of things. "Hmm ... it'll have to do," I finally declared before turning away from the mirror to grab a couple of things from my nightstand. One was my phone, which I tossed into the other. That other was something that I'd bought to go with the pumps. It was also black and distinctly femine, a small purse with a long strap, so that I could hang it on my shoulder - but never across my shoulders. My boss had told me that when he'd helped me find the purse and shoes. Had I been a guy, I would've been well done by that point, but not anymore. Clothing being handled just sent me back into the bathroom to endure minutes of blasting hot air to dry my mass of red hair. I also had to brush it out, a habit that took a while, but I dared not skip. Everytime I had, it had resulted in terrible tangles that were far worse to fight with than just spending the time to brush it out every day. "There," I finally declared my hair dealt with as I looked in the bathroom mirror. I was pretty pleased with what I saw there. "Mr. Johnston would probably say to put on some makeup, though." Well, I wasn't my boss. I quite liked my natural coloration with my fiery hair set against my fair skin and green eyes. My lips were full and red enough for my taste, and my cheeks already sported an attractive hint of a blush. However, I knew that if given the chance, he'd find a way to make me look better somehow, which was exactly why I wasn't going to give him such a chance. I could deal with goop on my face now and then, but every damn day? Not a chance. Sighing, I started to turn to leave, only to have to pause and endure a cramp. Another sigh slipped out of me after it was finished, but this time it was an exhausted one. I'd only just gotten up, but I was already tired. That wasn't just because of the arduous nonsense that it took to get ready either. No, I'd mostly acclimated to that by that point. No, this was a problem I was familiar with from my last bout of PMS. It was going to be a very long day. "All done with the bathroom?" Ollie's voice greeted me when I stepped into the living room. Looking up from my tired march, I found my roommate seated at the kitchen counter and gave him a weary nod. "Yeah, sorry for taking so long." "No problem. I'm used to girls taking forever to get ready," Ollie mocked as his lips curled into a smirk. Not having the energy to fight back, I offered only an exasperated, "Yeah, yeah, whatever," as I trudged into the kitchen to get my own breakfast. Not that I was hungry. Cramps always ruined my appetite. Of course, Ollie didn't just leave me alone. He didn't keep up the mocking either, instead quickly shifting to his typical worried self as he asked, "You alright?" "Yep, just- ah," Even as I tried to lie it was undone by a pulse in my abdomen that had me hissing in pain. "That's not an 'alright' kinda noise to make," Ollie pointed out. "Yeah, well, I am alright or at the very least normal," I spat sarcastically. "Went through all of this last month, too." Furrowing his brow, my roommate started into another question but then realization dawned on him. "Last mon-oh ..." "Yep. Like I said 'normal'," I confirmed needlessly before adding a shake of my head and muttered, "Somehow." "Right ..." Ollie mumbled awkwardly before, rising from his seat. "Anyway, I'm gonna go hop in the shower." "'Kay," I acknowledged absently as I pulled open the cabinet with the cereal in it and just stared at the box for a few seconds. Then, I just closed the door again, leaving breakfast inside and uneaten. Instead, I walked back out into the living room to drop heavily onto the sofa. Tossing my purse onto the coffee table, I kicked off my heels, curled my legs up under me, and laid my head back. It didn't stay there for long, though. A few seconds later, I shifted onto my side, letting the arm rest serve as a ... "Ashley," a hazy voice called a weird name. Oh .. wait ... that was my name, wasn't it? Eyes I hadn't even realized I'd closed opened, only to blink blearily at the vague shape standing in front of me. "Huh?" "You want me to call your boss and say you can't make it today?" Ollie, voice sounding less hazy by the moment, asked. "What? No. I'm fine," I mumbled as I forced myself to sit back up. "Well, I could at least drive you to work. We are-" Ollie started to offer. "I said I'm fine!" I snapped, glaring at the man. My roommate's hands lifted and his head nodded as he conceded the point to me, "Alright. It's about time for you to get going, though." "Ah ... okay," I murmured, anger fading back into drowsiness. Still, I managed to get my shoes back on, then shove myself to my feet, and start toward the door. "Uhm ... don't you need this?" Ollie asked. Immediately, I whipped about, ready to bark at my friend again only to find him standing there holding my purse. "Oh ..." I muttered in irritation as I retraced my steps to snatch the item from his hand and toss the strap over my shoulder. "Thanks." "No problem," Ollie assured me with a smile. "Good luck with your first day back." "Mmm," I grunted unenthusiastically as I turned to leave again. This time, nothing showed up to stop me, although I did have to fight with the fact that my purse felt like it was going to slip off my shoulder at any moment. It didn't actually do it. It just felt like it would. An elevator ride and a lot of mincing, little steps eventually got me to my car. The moment I sat in the driver's seat, I was acutely aware of how out of place everything felt. The wheel and pedals were too far away. The mirrors were all angled wrong. No, they weren't what was out of place. I was. After all, the last person to drive this car was Billy. It was his car, and everything was set up for him - not Ashley. "Well, it's Ashley's now," I remarked as I tossed my purse into the passenger seat. My heels soon followed, so that I could work the pedals without them catching on the floor. Then, I set about scooting the seat up and realigning everything. After that, I reached over to fish my keys out of my purse and get going. While it wasn't the first time I'd driven as a woman, it was still unfamiliar enough to be awkward, especially after two months of nearly no driving. Nothing ever felt natural and all the controls seemed kind of stiff. Still, I managed to get to work without any trouble. Entering the lobby of my building was a strange experience. I drew attention, more than I ever had, but none of the usual recognition, except for one person - the one person at work that knew who I actually was. Well, technically, Ollie worked here, too, but he was in a different part of the building. "Ashley! Welcome!" Mr. Johnston greeted brightly, coming over to me to offer his hand. "I'm so excited to have you on board." Playing along with the 'new employee' facade I forced a pleasant smile onto my face and shook the extended hand. "And I'm excited to be here, sir." "Excellent, excellent," my boss declared as the handshake came to an end. "Now, I'd love to take you straight up to my office and show you around, but we have to make a quick stop at security first to get you an ID." "Not a problem, Mr. Johnston," I answered. "Please, lead the way." *********************************************** *********************************************** "Ah, you must be Greg's new assistant," the latest executive to come stare at my tits declared as he approached my desk. Ostensibly that was to offer me his hand, but I was pretty sure it was just to improve his view. "Malcom Faulk, VP of Marketing." Resisting the urge to sigh, I forced myself to stop working, turn to the man, and smile. Rising from my seat, I took the offered hand while chirping out a friendly, "Ashley McCormick, sir. It's a pleasure to meet you." "Likewise ... likewise ..." Mr. Faulk offered absently, far more interested in how many buttons I had undone than what I had to say. It was getting to the point where I was starting to think about fastening up a few more, but even if I did them up all the way to the top, I doubted it would change anything. I might as well be happy with how I looked, since people were going to stare anyway. While the executive stared, I retracted my hand and tried to move things along, "Was there something I could do for you, sir? I don't believe you have a meeting with Mr. Johnston scheduled." "Well ..." Mr. Faulk began, dragging the word out as he looked me over one last time before finally admitting, "No, I just came by to welcome you to the company. I can see you're going to have a bright future here." It was very hard for me to keep my smile in place in the face of that lie, but I did it. I even managed to sound genuine when I replied, "Thank you. I really appreciate it. Unfortunately, I do also have a lot of work to get to." "Ah, well, I'll let you get back to that then," Mr. Faulk declared, clearly a little disappointed. He quickly hid that fact behind a friendly smile and wave, though. "Have a great day." "You too, sir," I replied, remaining on my feet and smiling until the executive was out of sight. Then, I dropped back into my seat with a weary sigh of, "Unbelievable," as I turned back to my work. That interruption was only the latest in a long string of upper management to stop by to ogle Mr. Johnston's new assistant. Of course, all of them had offered some variant of what Mr. Faulk had said, claiming it was to welcome me to the company or other such nonsense. Even if their stares hadn't been so fucking obvious and their excuses so fucking shallow, I still would've known it was a lie. After all, there had been no stream of executives welcoming Billy on his first day. It was only Ashley that people flocked to see. The executives weren't the only ones doing it either, although they were usually the only ones to hassle me. I'd spotted several subordinates and other assistants sneaking peeks at me as well, and I'd probably missed just as many others doing the same. Fuck, I'd probably garnered more attention that morning than I had in all the years I'd worked there as Billy. That fucking nuisance was just one more thing atop the pile of shit that was my first morning back at work. Well, the actual work had been fine, and my boss and I had fallen right back into sync. The problem was all the shit messing with that. There was PMS and nosy strangers. Thanks to the building's AC, I was cold, too, and unlike at home, I couldn't just change it. I was stuck with it, at least until autumn got far enough along to get it turned off, but by then, outside would be just as cold and probably the building as well. The problem wasn't going to be fixed unless I did something to fix it. "More clothes shopping ..." I sighed, shaking my head in frustration. I didn't see any way around it, though. It was either get some warmer stuff or suffer day after day of shivering at my desk. I was so sick of clothes shopping, though. It was always such a pain just finding things that would fit me. What could I even wear that would cover more and still look good? Looking up from my work, I glanced over at my boss's office, lips twisting uncertainly. I may not have liked everything about it, but I had looked great in the dress he'd gotten me, and he had helped me find a purse and shoes for today. It was pretty clear he knew a lot about this sort of thing, and he seemed to enjoy the girly stuff. "I can't believe I'm doing this," I muttered as I reached down to slip back on the shoes I'd taken off while I was seated at my desk. Once they were on, I got up and walked over to knock on my boss's door. "Come in!" came Mr. Johnston's reply from within. With one final sigh, I opened the door and stepped inside, closing it right behind me. "Sorry to bother you, sir, but I was hoping I could talk to you about something." That vague request had the older man raising an eyebrow, but he nodded. "Sure. Something wrong?" "Sort of?" I answered uncertainly, folding my arms under my tits. "I'm finding the office a little chilly." "Ah ..." Mr. Johnston replied with obvious understanding. "A not uncommon problem, but also one that I'm sure you realize isn't likely to change." "Yes, I kinda figured that," I told him with a chuckle, but it didn't last as my gaze dropped down and away. "I was, uhm ... I was hoping you might be willing to, uhm ... help pick out some warmer clothes for work, since what I got isn't gonna work." A surprised, "Oh!" was soon followed by, "Well, of course, I'd be glad to help. I think we can probably salvage most of what you bought, though. Some leggings and a handful of sweaters can go a long way to turning a warm weather wardrobe into a cool weather one." "Really?" I questioned. "That's not gonna look ... bad or anything?" "Not at all. Layers are a staple of women's fashion," my boss assured me. "I'm sure if you looked around the office today, you'd find plenty of women wearing outfits like that." I shrugged. "I never really noticed." "Well, when it comes to finding clothes, a good place to start is looking at what everyone else is wearing to get ideas," Mr. Johnston remarked lightly. "I'll keep that in mind," I told him. Apparently, my boss didn't like that answer, because a scowl darkened his face for a moment. "You want something more stylish, don't you? That's why you're asking me instead of doing it yourself?" Face twisting up with hesitation, I shrugged. "Maybe?" That wishy-washy answer got Mr. Johnston chuckling at me. "Well, that sure sounds like a yes to me, so how about this Saturday?" "Uhm ... I guess that works," I agreed. "Sorry, I realize that means a week of being cold, but we're going to need a full day minimum," my boss told me. I couldn't help but wince at the idea of a whole day of shopping, but I still nodded. "I understand." "Great, then was there anything else?" Mr. Johnston inquired. "No, sir," I informed him with a shake of my head. "And thanks." A warm smile brightened my boss's face as he answered, "My pleasure." *********************************************** *********************************************** "So ... how'd the first day go?" Ollie's question was ready to ambush me the moment I entered the apartment. My immediate reaction was to let out a heavy sigh that lasted long enough for me to round the corner and turn toward the living room. Waiting there, having apparently gotten home before me, was my roommate. There was also something else, though, something that smelled wonderful and came in a big cardboard box. "That bad?" Ollie remarked, twisting his face up a little. "That pizza?" I tossed back a question of my own, pointing toward the box on the coffee table. My roommate nodded. "It is." "Then all I need is for you to get me a beer and today is great," I declared as I walked over to flop onto the couch, kick off my shoes, and reach for the box. Chuckling, my friend shoved himself up from his feet, presumably to fulfill that request. "Yeah, I figured you'd be glad for something to eat when you got home." "You figured correct, sir. Truly you are a prognosticator without equal," I offered with grand silliness as I tucked my legs up underneath me and tore off my first bite of pizza. Mmm, still hot and melty. For a few seconds, Ollie left me to enjoy the food in peace, but only for those few seconds. Then, he returned, handing me a beer, but also asking more questions, "So, seriously, how'd the day go?" Quickly swallowing the bite in my mouth, I grabbed the drink and gulped down a big swallow before I finally answered. "Awful. I spent the whole day cold, tired, sore, and dealing with constant interruptions from people looking to 'welcome me to company' which is apparently code for 'let me stare at your tits'. Oh, and at the end of the day, I managed to walk all the way down to my car before realizing I forgot my purse and had to walk all the way back up to my desk." "Ouch," Ollie sympathized as he sat on the couch next to me. "Yep," I replied before pausing to take another gulp of my drink. "But coming home to beer and pizza helps a lot." That comment got another chuckle out of Ollie. "Yeah, I bet ..." There was something about the way my friend trailed off that made me think he had more to say. He didn't offer it at the moment, though. Instead, out of the corner of my eye, I saw his gaze fall followed by occasional, absent sips of his beer. Whatever was on his mind, I didn't try to crack it. My focus lay on beer and pizza, and I barely had the energy for that. Before I finished my first slice, I already felt full, and all of my delight at finding a delicious dinner waiting for me was gone. I was just too tired, having been exhausted already when the day started and then worn down further by its nonsense. The cramp that decided to antagonize me at that exact moment didn't help any, either. "I was thinking that we should carpool," Ollie declared out of nowhere. "We can alternate who drives or whatever. It just seems silly to take two cars to the same place now that you're not always going to the gym in the morning." I gave a listless shrug. "Okay." "Really?" Ollie questioned, seeming genuinely surprised. My answer started with another shrug. "Yeah. You're right. It makes sense." "Sure, it's just, this morning ... " Ollie started babbling about something before stopping himself. "Nevermind." Not having to formulate a response to that, I just stared at the box of pizza as my fingers toyed with the beer bottle in my hand. It looked good, and it had tasted good, but I didn't reach for any more. I just sat there staring at it. "You okay?" Ollie asked. Nodding, I hummed out, "Mmm, Just tired." "Well, you don't have to eat any more if you don't want," Ollie pointed out. "You can always just go to bed." "And let all this pizza go to waste? Never!" I declared, reaching out for another slice. My roommate snickered at that. "Trust me. Even if you stopped right now, none of it's going to waste." "Not true!" I countered as I turned to toss a smirk at my friend. "It would be wasted on you." *********************************************** *********************************************** Chapter 38 "Ugh ... I can't believe I let him make me get up this early for clothes shopping," I grumbled as I pushed myself up from where I was lying on the couch. "I don't even get up this early for work." Despite all the complaining, I didn't just call the whole thing off. No, instead, I swiped my purse off the coffee table and dropped my phone into it. I hated the fucking thing almost as much as being up this early, but I was going to carry it anyway. After all, while I could hide some things in my cleavage, doing so with keys was too uncomfortable. That meant, I needed to get used to a purse, and more specifically not forgetting it everywhere. Once my purse was tossed over my shoulder I trudged my way over to the door. My boss had just texted me that he was on his way up. I might as well be there to meet him when he got there. That way, I could get this over with as quickly as possible. "Quickly, ha ..." I muttered sarcastically along the way. There was no chance the day was going to go quickly. The whole reason I was up this early was because Mr. Johnston wanted all the time he could get to drag me around to shops. Undoubtedly, it would be well into the evening before he finally let me free. The fact that it had been my idea to have him take me shopping only made it seem worse. Reaching the door, I slouched against a nearby wall to wait. It didn't prove to be a long one. Less than a minute passed before a knock had me shoving me off of my rest to pull open the- "Gina?!" I blurted in surprise. "The one and only!" the gorgeous, young, female alter ego of my boss announced brightly as she gestured grandly with one hand. "Come to save you from cold office buildings and unused closet space." My answer to that was a bewildered blink. "But ... why are you ... " Rather than finish I just waved my hands at the woman in front of me. Smirking, Gina cocked a hip to one side so she could rest a hand on it. "What? Would you rather spend the day with an ugly, old man that everyone would assume you were fucking for his money?" "N-No," I stammered, shaking my head. "But-" "Besides, this way, I can get some new clothes, too," Gina added before reaching out to snatch one of my hands in both of hers and give it a tug. "Now, come. We don't have time for silly questions. We only have one day to get you a whole new wardrobe. If we don't hurry, we'll never manage it." Still stumbling over Gina's presence, I was in no position to resist the woman. Her tug on my hand got me moving forward, and she didn't give me the time to consider stopping or pulling away. No, she spun about and started toward the elevator, her grip on my hand forcing me to follow after her. *********************************************** *********************************************** "Here, start with these," Gina declared as she hung up an armful of clothes on the hook in the dressing room. Brow furrowing, I reached over to flip through the items hanging there. "Dresses?" "Yep," the beautiful woman confirmed. "You didn't want a pantsuit did you?" Face twisting with disdain, I shook my head. "No, but what does that have to do with it?" "Well, you wanted something for work, and that's basically the stuff you already own, suits, or dresses," Gina explained. "And dresses are the best bet for staying warm while still flaunting your curves." "Okay ..." I conceded that point, fiddling with the first item I'd been told to try. "But last time I needed a dress, we had to get it custom made because nothing would fit me." "Oh, that was evening gowns," Gina replied with a dismissive wave of her hand. "This is totally different." "How so?" I questioned. Rolling her eyes, the gorgeous woman stepped over to grab the dress as she explained, "That's because evening gowns, at least expensive ones you wear to fancy parties, are typically made of more expensive fabrics that don't stretch much. These though ..." She gave the dress a good tug with her fingers, showing off the elasticity of the fabric. "... do." "Oh ..." I mumbled. "And if something isn't stretchy enough for those incredible curves of yours, we can just go up a dress size or two and have you wear a belt to show off this slinky waist," Gina added as she released the dress to grab my stomach, which had the muscles there tightening in surprise. "Relax ... there's no need to be so tense. We're both girls here." "Except you're actually a perverted old man," I countered as I pushed the hands off me. Letting her hands be swept aside, Gina scowled. "That's not very nice." "It's true!" I argued. "Oh? You didn't seem to think that when we slept together," Gina pointed out, a clear edge in her voice. Having been on the wrong end of an angry woman plenty of times, I knew exactly what that edge meant. "That was ..." "Different? How so? Because you had a dick to think with at the time?!" Gina snapped. Wincing, I bit back an answer that that would have, at best, been useless, swapping it out for, "Sorry. I shouldn't have said that." In the face of that apology, Gina's anger immediately broke as her gaze dipped toward the floor guiltily. "No, it's alright. You just stuck a nerve I didn't even realize I had." "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I have a harder time believing I'm a girl than I do believing you are," I remarked. Lifting her gaze back up to me, the beautiful woman smirked. "Really? You'd think with all that weight you're lugging around, it would be hard to believe anything else." "Yeah, well, they're not as heavy as they look," I retorted with a chuckle. "They'd have to be, because they look as if you should topple right over," Gina teased, giggling at my expense. "Hey!" I protested, jabbing a finger her way. "If I don't get to make old man jokes, you don't get to make fun of my tits." To my surprise, the stunning woman shook her head and chirped, "Nope!" "What?!" I blurted. "What do you mean nope?! That's perfectly fair!" "No, it's not!" Gina refuted. "Acting like I'm Greg while I'm Gina is just rude!" "And making fun of my tits isn't rude?!" I shot back. Gina shook her head. "Nope. Teasing each other about their looks is what female friends do." "Oh, so you'd be fine if I made fun of your ..." I started to retort only to realize I had a problem as I looked the gorgeous woman over. A confident grin curled Gina's lips. "Having trouble finding something to make fun of." Rattling my throat, I yanked my eyes up to the beauty's, which oddly gave me my idea. "No, I just thought it might be rude to make fun of you for being so ridiculously tall!" "I'm only five-ten," Gina remarked nonchalantly. "Pretty much the perfect height for modelling, I might add." "What?! You've gotta be over six feet!" I exclaimed. "You're like half a foot taller than me!" Smirking, Gina pointed down at her feet which were not in sneakers like mine were, but an elegant pair of boots with tall spikes under the back. "Heels, cutie. I'm only a few inches taller than you without them." "Uff!" I growled in frustration, folding my arms under my tits. "Well, I'm sure there's something about you that isn't perfect!" "Maybe," Gina allowed, adopting a mysterious smile before dipping her gaze down to my chest. "By the way I never said your breasts weren't perfect. To the contrary, they're absolutely stunning." Taken aback by the suddenly genuine compliment, I was left blinking in surprise. "Oh ... thanks ..." Before I could even finish coming to grips with that, Gina flipped it all around again by adding, "I just don't know how you manage to stay standing with them." "Ugh ... whatever!" I huffed in annoyance, turning away from the beautiful woman. Snickered giggles answered me, followed by Gina chirping, "Anyway, are you going to try on these dresses or not?" "Maybe I would, if someone wasn't being such a giant pain in the ass!" I retorted. "Aw, someone's grouchy," I heard Gina coo just before I felt her slim arms encircle my waist and pull me into an affectionate embrace. "Feel better?" A helpless smirk curled my lips. "Maybe, but it's going to be really hard to try on anything with you hanging on me like this." "Very true," Gina allowed as she released me to step back. "Okay, I'll wait outside, but I expect you to come out after each one and model it for me. Deal?" "Deal," I agreed. "See ya soon, then, cutie," Gina chirped before slipping out of the dressing room to leave me to it. Once the beautiful woman was gone, I let out a weary sigh and shook my head. Despite all of that, though, my earlier smirk didn't fade until I glanced over at the dresses that had been left hanging for me. "Alright, let's see if you're as stretchy as she thinks you are." *********************************************** *********************************************** "Ugh ... finally," I groaned wearily as I dropped the load of bags I'd been lugging around on the floor in my room. "Oh, stop," Gina chided while entering the room behind me to deposit even more bags alongside the ones I'd been carrying. "It was fun!" "Fun?" I questioned incredulously, walking over to drop on the edge of my bed. "More like exhausting." Cocking an eyebrow, the beautiful woman tossed a smirk my way. "Well, you at least - seemed - to be having fun when I was modeling lingerie for you." "Okay, sure ... " I conceded uncomfortably. "But that was a very small part of the day!" "True, we also enjoyed a lovely lunch, and modeled some dresses for one another," Gina remarked as she sashayed over to slide gracefully onto the bed next to me. "And before you try to claim that last part wasn't fun, I saw a lot of smiling and didn't hear much in the way of complaints." That was the point where I really started to get embarrassed, feeling my cheeks heat up as I jerked my gaze away from the stunning woman. "That was just because I was shocked to find clothes in a store that actually fit me." "Well, some of them did anyway," Gina replied, glancing about the room. "There's a bag of belts around here somewhere standing testament to just how dynamic your curves actually are." "I remember," I muttered, still annoyed by the extra boring side trip those belts had required. If only some of the dresses had been stretchier ... "And speaking of accessories. Don't forget you have boots being delivered next week," Gina remarked. Unlike the previous reminder, this one got more than a mutter. I added a sigh and a shake of my head before following them with, "I can't believe I let you talk me into heels again. I should just make you cancel the whole order." "I wouldn't even if you told me to," Gina refused with a mischievous smirk. Another sigh leaked out of me. "Of course, you wouldn't." "Besides, you're going to love 'em," Gina stated confidently before tossing a sly glance my way. "Not to mention look incredibly sexy wearing 'em." "Yeah, because wearing a bunch of skin-tight dresses just wasn't going to be enough to accomplish that," I joked with a sarcastic roll of my eyes. Smiling, Gina leaned in close to breathe into my ear. "As beautiful as you are, you could accomplish it no matter what outfit you chose." Stiffening at the feel of the stunning woman's warm breath on my skin, I turned my head a little further away and chuckled. "I don't know about that. I think wearing a garbage bag or something might put an end to any hopes of sex appeal." "Maybe," Gina conceded with a giggle. "But you'd have to find one that fits!" A laugh burst from my lips at that joke. "Nah, thanks to today, I know I can just find one that's a little too baggy and wear a belt!" "True, but then you'd probably be able to pull it off," Gina quipped. Chuckles still spilling out of me, I started to answer, "Yeah, may-" Midword, a hand entered my vision followed by fingertips touching my cheek. It was a gentle touch, but insistent, turning my face toward the beautiful woman seated beside me before tilting my head slightly back. Even as she came into view, her face closed with mine. Then, soft lips met my own. My first reaction was to stiffen in surprise, but that was just because it was unexpected. Once I realized what was going on, I not only relaxed again, I leaned into the kiss. After all, Gina was gorgeous, the most beautiful woman I'd ever been with, and she was a very good kisser. For the next few seconds, sitting and kissing was all the two of us did. That wasn't to say things were stagnant, though. Tongues joined lips as things grew ever more heated until finally we broke apart to gasp for breath. "Wow ... that-" I foolishly tried to talk in the gap. Gina had no interest in words. Her mouth attacked me again, and this time, her body joined in. Hands pushed me down onto the bed before moving off to caress my face and neck and even toy with my hair. Not to be outdone, my own hands reached out, running over soft, smooth skin as they traveled from face, to neck, to shoulder, to back, then around in front to cup the woman's boobs. They weren't anywhere close to as big as mine, but they were enough to overflow my delicate hands, not to mention delightfully firm. For some reason, though, in the midst of such play, a stray thought noted that it must be nice to have breasts like that. However, it didn't last for long, quickly swept aside by the passionate moment. From on top of me, Gina's caresses sooned followed a similar path, but they were not alone in their movement. Her lips started to deviate as well, pulling away from mine to kiss their way down along my neck. Freed of the smothering pressure, I started leaking little gasps and moans at the beautiful woman's exhilarating touch. The loudest of which came not when her hands finally gave my massive tits a squeeze, but at a deft nibble of my ear lobe. Not that I didn't appreciate both. To the contrary, I found myself arching my back to push my assets more firmly into Gina's hands. In fact, I really wanted to press everything I could against the gorgeous woman to the point where I stopped playing with her breasts to press my hands against her back, trying to pull her into me - and succeeding. Soon, it wasn't hands squishing my boobs, but other boobs. With no space between our torsos, Gina's fingers moved elsewhere. One set, drifted upward, cupping my head to do as my own hands were doing and pull us closer together. The other set, though, moved down, trailing along my flank over the dent of my tiny waist then out around the swell of my hips to reach the soft skin of bare thighs. There, they shifted direction no longer going up and down but drifting from out to in, trailing over my leg toward what lay in be- My knees clamped together so fast that the sound of it could be heard over everything else. At the same time, my hands abandoned trying to pull Gina into me, shifting around to grasp her shoulders from the front. I even titled my head away from the expert ministrations of her lips and tongue. There was really nothing to pull away from, because Gina stopped almost as soon as I did. That left us frozen there in an embrace that was no longer passionate, staring at one another. Well, she stared at me, anyway, looking shocked and a little hurt. I turned away from that gaze almost as soon as it landed on me, lying there stiff and unsure of what to do. Fortunately, Gina took the initiative. She started by pulling free the fingers I had trapped between my legs. After that, she pushed herself off of me, returning to sitting on the edge of the bed beside me. The beautiful woman's movements pulled an earnest, "I'm sorry. I didn't-" out of me. Gina didn't let me finish. "It's alright. I'm not going to make you sleep with me if you don't want to." "But I do!" I argued, shoving myself up to a sitting position as well. A giggle that sounded more sad than mirthful answered me as Gina turned to smirk my way. "Is that so? Because your legs just closed so fast that I'm surprised I didn't lose some fingers." "That's not ... I wasn't ..." I fumbled to try to explain myself, but I didn't know what to say. How could I when I didn't really know what had happened? I'd been thrilled by Gina's attention until suddenly ... I wasn't. "It's alright," Gina repeated her earlier sentiment. "I know what you mean. It's not like you're not interested or don't find me attractive. You're just not ready." "That's not true!" I denied. A condescending smile from Gina shot that argument down even before she said. "I don't know what that guy did to you, but you're clearly not over it yet." Instantly, the fight left me and my gaze fell away. "What? Didn't Ollie tell you? I thought you two were partners in crime." "Not since we got caught," Gina joked, very briefly chuckling before quickly turning somber again. "I'm glad you told someone, though. It's not impossible to keep this kind of thing inside, but if you do, then it's always with you. Better to let it out so you can be rid of it." "Whatever," I muttered, folding my arms. "It's really not that big a deal." "Hopefully, someday, you'll actually believe that instead of just saying it," Gina replied just before I felt her lips one last time, this time just briefly brushing against my cheek. "The offer isn't going anywhere, if you're still interested once you're finally ready," she told me before rising to her feet. "For now, though, I think it's time for me to go." "Wait!" I called out as the beautiful woman started to leave. Stopping, Gina glanced back over her shoulder at me. "Yes?" There were a lot of things I wanted to say: that I wanted her to stay, that I was ready right now. What I actually said was, "Thanks for your help today." "I'd say you're welcome, but honestly, I was so excited that I could barely sleep last night, and I had even more fun than I imagined," Gina admitted with a smile. "If you ever want to go shopping again or anything else, just let me know. Greg might be your boss, but Gina would be quite happy to be your friend." "I wouldn't mind being her friend either," I answered. "Good to hear," Gina replied before adding a little wave. "See ya around, Ashley." "Yeah, see ya," I answered. Then, the gorgeous woman left, leaving me alone with my thoughts and bags full of new clothes to put away. To Be Continued ... Author's Note: Hey, everyone. I hope this story continues to find you well. If you're enjoying it, there's still the climactic conclusion to look forward to next week. 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.