Becoming an Egirl Part I
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Author's Note: this is a fan made continuation of the original 2 part
story written by the brilliant and beautiful Ashley barron, and a
continuation of Mystery Girl's continuation of Ashley's original 2-
parter series. Please follow Ashley on her on Twitter or Instagram
(@AlsoAshleyB), Tumblr (AlsoAshley), Reddit (AlsoAshley) and as always,
you can find all her modeling stuff on Patreon (Patreon.com/AlsoAshley)
and OnlyFans (OnlyFans.com/AlsoAshley). The original concepts are all
her's and all credit goes to her for it, as well as Mystery girl for her
contributions, they were both obvious inspirations in my writing.
I was excited to find that Mystery Girl had continued Ashley's original
story, and I highly recommend reading both of their other works, they're
great honestly. With Mystery Girl not uploading recently I decided to
give my own take on where I'd imagine the story would go. I don't have
the ability like Mystery Girl to imitate Ashley's style exactly so the
tone and style may be slightly different and jarring (and i'm sorry for
that). I hope you enjoy
Chapter 7:
Becoming an Egirl Part VIII
"Heyyyy Jordan"
I could tell it on Rylin's face for a second- that he thought he knew he
recognized me, but in the span of a second (that seemed to last an
eternity) I saw his recognition fade away- replaced with confusion and
unfamiliarity. His eyes briefly snaked downwards, tracing the curves of
my body before quickly snapping back to meet my eyes again.
"Oh shit uh sorry." He paused a second. "Does Jordan still... y'know...
live here?"
I was frozen solid, half asleep and half purely shocked to be standing in
front of one of my friends, dressed in barely anything like the kinds of
girls we used to try to pickup bar hopping. That was my next Oh Shit
moment- Realizing I was only wearing a very small thong and a bra that my
new voluminous breasts were practically spilling out of. On top of that
my hair was a mess, and my sparse makeup had been mostly rubbed away in
the span of the night- doing the very least to disguise me. I Stood in
the doorway for a second before finally processing the whole moment,
including Rylin's question. I nodded, still groggy and frozen with fear.
"Okay well, can you give this stuff back to him? And tell him Rylin and
Sam said hey, and we hope he's doing alright."
I noticed the box in his hands only when he held it out in front of him
for me to take. I managed to autopilot out of my frozenness long enough
to grab it from him and begin to turn to put it on the table near the
door. I heard him call out an awkward "thanks" as I turned around, as his
footsteps began to fade away down the hall.
I set the box down and looked inside it. There was a stack of movies I
had loaned Rylin over a year ago- most of my favorites to be exact. There
was also a ziplock bag, stuffed with chocolate chip cookies. That had to
be Rylin's girlfriend's work. Sam always loved cooking things for us-
Rylin's friends, that is.
I felt the cool air of my apartment against my exposed stomach and shaven
legs, and even against what was left of my nethers and my massive breasts
and...
"Oh god," I sighed. I realized what was so odd about the way Rylin looked
at me after realizing he didn't quite recognize me. He didn't break eye
contact once, definitely not until I turned away to take the box inside.
He was trying NOT to look at my breasts.
I felt sick to my stomach. My heart was racing, and I felt like I
couldn't breathe. I wanted to lie down in bed and never get out again.
Instead, my feet autopilot me once again; walking me over to my computer.
I checked my messages on OnlyFans. There were as many messages as I had
grown to expect, most of them just dick pics and horny descriptions, but
there was only one, from an hour ago, that caught my eye.
LGT333: Good Morning. I hope you're not still considering walking away.
I'd hate to start your parent's day off with pictures of their daughter's
shenanigans.
I can live with being called a good girl, but that's just insulting.
My nerves were firing on all cylinders. I didn't have the energy to play
his game today. Fortunately I had prepared for this, somewhat. I opened a
file on my computer, filled with some very repetitive glamor shots I had
taken. I picked a shot that showed a decent amount of cleavage and
captioned it with "healing from my boob job, and loving it."
I had taken some sets of pics a few days earlier, just in case I needed
to take a break day without testing LGT333's patience. With how he's been
testing mine lately, I just knew there'd be a day eventually when i'd be
too pissed to play along, and probably do something stupid in the
process.
I posted the picture. I sighed. I stood up.
I felt like I was about to suffocate in my apartment. I walked past the
box Rylin had brought, but the memory of 5 minutes ago was enough to make
me keep walking past it. I looked at my phone and saw that Rylin had
texted me at 8:00 that morning
Rylin: "Hey man, I still got that stack of films, and I know you probably
want them back if you're half as bored as I am. I'll swing by your place
in a bit and drop them off. Also Sam made some cookies if you want some.
God knows you'll need them, your cooking has always been shit bro."
At about that time I saw the typing bubble pop up in the chat with Rylin,
and another message loaded onto the screen.
Rylin: "Hey I left the box at your place. BTW WHO was that babe that
answered the door? If you dated her I think I would've remembered, with
tits and an ass like that. You're not still going out nights are you?"
I felt myself suffocating even more.
Rylin: "Oh shit, that wasn't your sister was it?"
I threw my phone on the bed. The clock read 11:15. I wasn't even hungry
at this point in the day, I just wanted to get out of the house before I
choked on my thoughts.
I paused and thought for a moment.
I could go for a walk- or a run even. Yeah. That would clear my head.
I threw on a sports bra and some leggings. If I could have put on
anything else I would've, but it was a hot day, and I needed support. Not
to mention, I only had 1 pair of leggings so far. I was so distraught I
didn't even notice that I picked out the only sports bra that matched the
leggings- bright hot pink. I applied a little makeup to my eyes and
strapped on a mask before tying my hair back in a ponytail. My dick,
smaller now that it had no balls to play with, compressed easily into a
flat front.
Looking in the mirror, the girl I saw was the the kind i'd have fucked
just a few months ago. She was filled out in all the right places, her
skin looked soft and her makeup only accentuated her feminine features;
matching her face up with her round derriere and badonkadonks. Even the
messy ponytail her hair was pulled back into framed her face in a
flawlessly feminine manner.
She wasn't me. I was not her. I'd make sure of that, I just needed time
to think.
Time to think
"I'll have plenty of that if I go for a walk" I thought, as I stepped out
of my apartment door.
Alma
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