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Part 8.
Now, onto the boring stuff
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DISCLAIMERS
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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, and is
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resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.
This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic. The
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely at the
discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no apologies for any
rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or magic that may be broken
within the story.
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Now onto the fun stuff
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Billie stood on the sidewalk in front of the apartment building that Billie
had helped Ken move into... Had it been two months ago? Billie hadn't
even seen his friend in that time.
He had almost skipped today. When he woke up this morning, the three of
them had a little quickie; Billie eating Karen out while Lillith rode his
dick. After orgasm Billie would have been content to spend a day in the
bed with them, but both Lillith and Karen had to work, so there was no
point.
Besides, Lillith seemed rather insistent that he check up on Ken, so after
Lillith and Karen had left, he got up, put on some simple house clothes
before getting a little more dressed to head over to Ken's.
Thinking of his clothes and looking at his growing bosom, Billie was amazed
at how fast he was changing. This morning the A cup bra he had worn
yesterday was a little too tight, so he put on the B cup. It was a little
loose, but not badly so. But now, just mid-afternoon later, his breasts
filled the bra rather comfortably, and he guessed before he went to bed
that night, the C cup bra would be more comfortable than the B cup.
What Billie really dreaded was Ken's reaction to his transformation. He
and Ken had been best friends since high school. How would his friend
react to the fact that Bill was now Billie, a luscious she-male? Further,
how would Ken react to the fact that that was how Billie liked it, and
Billie wasn't planning on going back?
Billie took a deep breath and marched up the walk; the clacking of his
heels somehow comforting him. No sense putting it off. He marched up the
stairs and buzzed the intercom to Ken's apartment. After a few seconds he
heard a strange woman's voice say, "Hello?" and remembered that Ken had
moved in with a woman.
What was her name? Oh, yeah. "Morgana, this is Billie... Bill, Ken's
friend. We met briefly when I helped move him in."
"Ken? Who's... Now I remember. What can I do for you?"
"Is Ken there? There's something I really need to tell him."
There was a few seconds delay before she asked, "Can you tell me? She's a
little preoccupied."
Billie hesitated a second. She? "Not really. I've got to show him
something as well."
There was a few more seconds before she said, "Okay, come on up," and the
door buzzed admitting Billie to the building.
He took the elevator up and went straight to Ken's apartment. He knocked
on the door and steeled himself for whatever reaction was coming. The door
opened, whoever opening it standing behind it so as not to block Billie's
view. As soon as the door opened far enough Billie saw "Ken" and vice
versa. Kira was dressed in a simple, yet stylish blue dress with 3" heels
of her own. Her bosom had grown to an ample double D and Kira was using a
padded, underwire bra to show her cleavage off to it's fullest.
At first, neither recognized the other, but both caught on at the same
time, and simultaneously said, "You, too!"
Both laughed a bit and Kira said, "Come on in, Bill."
"Call me Billie now."
"I thought you hated that name?"
"I never HATED it. I just thought it was too girlie, but look at me."
Billie waved his hands down his body. "Could I be any more girlie?"
Kira stood up proudly, thrusting her chest out. "I think you could." Both
laughed.
Morgana asked, "Kira, you going to be okay? I need to get back to work."
"Yeah, sure. We'll be fine." Morgana turned to go and Kira said,
"Morgana, love, no good-bye kiss?"
Morgana said, "Sorry," and went over to Kira and gave her a quick peck on
the cheek before leaving for work.
Morgana never noticed the hurt look on Kira's face, but Billie did, and
after she was gone, he asked, "Ken, you okay?"
Kira sighed. "Not really. There was a time when I wouldn't have had to
ask for a kiss. Morgana, even in front of you, would've come over and
rammed her tongue down my throat. Today, I barely convinced her to come
home for lunch. By the way, my name is now Kira, legally as well as
spiritually."
The two sat down and Billie asked, "Okay, Kira, have you tried asking her
about it?"
"I've tried, but she just blows it off saying she's just preoccupied with
other stuff."
"What are you going to do?"
"I don't know. Do you and Lillith ever have spats? You are still with her?"
"Still going strong. I've asked her to marry me, in fact. And we do
occasionally have disagreements. Nothing more than tiny things, really.
Usually, we work them out pretty quick. But that doesn't sound like what
you're going through."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm just guessing here, but it sounds like Morgana's doing what Lillith
does when she's had a really hard day. She bottles it all up inside
because she doesn't want to bother me with her troubles."
"So how do you handle it?"
"I put on my laciest, prettiest lingerie and hold and cuddle her till she
comes out of her shell."
"I'll try that. Speaking of lingerie, how long have you been wearing it?"
"About two months now. But I've only needed it for about a week now.
Thanks to some weird virus I've now got real breasts."
"You, too? These," Kira pointed to her own breasts, "are here thanks to
some virus. I couldn't be happier though. It really gave my transition a
quick boost."
"Transition?"
"I've decided... I want to become a woman. I was two months into my year
of living as a woman when I started growing breasts. When I found out I
couldn't have been more excited. I'm actually taking medication to make
these grow in faster and bigger."
"Are you going to get... the operation?"
"Naw. Don't get me wrong, though. Just because I'm keeping my male organ
doesn't mean I'm not a girl. What about you? You're becoming quite a
girl. Are you going to make it official?"
"No. Despite this female exterior, inside it's still Bill."
"I kind of know what you mean. With me it was the other way around. Once
I started dressing as a woman, I knew that inside, I had never really been
Ken."
"Could've fooled me. You always seemed so... manly."
"A pretense fooling everyone including myself."
"You certainly fooled me. Thinking of it, though, how big are you going to
get?"
"I suppose I should stop now. The doctor said I should take the pills till
I was one cup size smaller than I wanted to grow to. My breasts will then
grow that extra cup and stop. But part of me wants to see how big I can
get, so I've decided to keep taking the pills till I stop growing on my
own."
"What are you at now? Triple D?
"Double D, and I'm wearing a padded bra. Truth be told, this is the first
bra I've worn since starting my growth. Originally I expected to stop
here, so I got a few bras of this size. Turns out, I'm going to be too
large for it before nightfall."
"Could I see? I know it's a strange request, but I'd like to see your top
naked."
Kira grinned. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours, but I want to see
all of you."
"Okay."
Billie and Kira stood and got undressed, showing their charms to each
other. Once naked, Kira said, "You look great. So far the only she-male
I've seen in person is me in the mirror. If I looked half as good as you,
I'd be feeling great."
"I think you look better than I do. Your big boobs almost tempt me to go
back to doctor Hill and get the meds to grow mine."
"Doctor Hill? Doctor Pepper Hill?"
"Yeah."
"That's my doctor."
"Mine, too."
"Go figure."
Neither noticed it, but both found their attention subtly drifting to other
things. Kira looked over Billie and asked, "You remember what we used to
do after our 9th grade P.E. class?"
"Yeah."
"Want to do it now?"
"Where's your bathroom?"
Kira escorted Billie into the bathroom, remembering how they met. Back in
9th grade Ken had walked into the bathroom and found Bill jacking off into
the urinal. There had been a bit of boyish teasing, and Bill had wound up
challenging Ken to jack off faster than he could. For two weeks they had
met after P.E. and done a simultaneous jack off. Then, in the spirit of
boyish experimentation, Ken had suggested that they play with each other,
seeing who could get the other to cum first. It had taken a "I double dare
you," to get Bill to try, but they wound up doing it, finding a new
after-school game. The mutual masturbation had ended after a couple years,
but Bill and Ken were lifelong friends.
Now, five years later, they were starting it all over again. The two
he-shes stood side by side, their dicks pointing into the toilet. Each
took the other's member in hand and started pumping. Their teen rivalry
resurfaced and there arose an unspoken competition to see who could get the
other to cum first. Kira turned out to be the better hand-girl, so Billie
upped the game. He reached around and started stroking the far side of
Kira's breast.
Kira may have been a girl inside, but she was still guy enough to rise to
the unspoken challenge Billie was making. She turned and overtly rubbed
and stroked Billie's breast. Billie followed Kira's lead, removing his
free hand from behind Kira and turning and rubbing her larger breast. The
two, no longer facing the toilet, but each other, continued to rub and
stroke in a silent competition to get the other to cum first.
It may have been because Kira had larger breasts to play with, or maybe
Billie had learned more that his girlfriend had to teach, or maybe the
variety of Billie's sexual games had given him greater endurance, but Kira
came first, spraying her seed all over Billie's tummy. As soon as her seed
stopped, Billie said, "I won."
"I wasn't aware we were competing."
"Really?"
Kira grinned. "Alright, you won. I guess I've lost my touch. I used to
be able to always get you to cum first."
"I guess that makes me the new champion."
Kira went to her knees before her friend. "The least I can do is clean the
new champion off." Kira started to lick the seed she had just ejaculated
onto her friend from his belly. Billie thought that he should probably
tell Kira that she didn't have to do this or some other such statement, but
seeing Kira on her knees before him licking his belly was so pleasing.
Kira did surprise herself by avidly sucking Billie's still hard cock into
her mouth. Although she had often gone down on Morgana and her strap-on,
this was the first real dick she had ever had in her mouth. She hungrily
sucked on Billie, enjoying and even relishing the taste. She enjoyed
sucking on Morgana's dildoes, but the feeling of a real live, flesh and
blood dick inside her was a sensation she was sorry she had missed up to
now.
And Billie definitely enjoyed it. Looking down at this big busted woman
giving him head, Billie took his own breasts in hand and was quickly
cumming into his friend's mouth, with Kira swallowing all she was given.
Kira pulled her head off of him and ran one of her manicured nails along
his dick, saying with some amazement, "You're still as hard as a rock."
"You seem to be in the same condition. Want to do another circle jerk?"
Kira said nothing for a while, clearly considering something. Finally, she
looked up and asked, "Billie, would you consider me fruity for asking if
you would... fuck me?"
"First off, inside, you're a girl and I'm a guy. There's nothing fruity
about it. Secondly, I've done another guy, so I can't really complain even
if it were 'fruity'." Billie extended his hand to Kira. "So, milady, if
you would show me to your room, I would be honored to service you."
Kira delicately placed her hand in his, and he pulled her to her feet. He
wrapped his arm around her waist as she led them to her room, kissing him
as they went. Inside, he gently laid her on the bed, placing a pillow
under her hips. He got between her legs and pushed the tip of his dick
into her anal recesses. He leaned over and kissed her, before
straightening up. Before moving his hips, he ran his hands over her body,
gently touching her legs, hips, abs, and breasts, before returning his
hands to her legs. He gently held them, teasing her with little tugs
towards his loins. Finally, her dick almost bursting with need, she
whimpered, "Please, Billie, do it."
"Okay, darling." He grabbed her legs firmly and yanked her fully onto his
dick, the very act of penetration driving her into an orgasm. Factually,
Billie's dick was far smaller than most of the dildoes Kira had taken
inside her, but Billie's dick was a real, organic thing. It had a warmth
and a feel that was lacking in any of the plastic simulations that Morgana
had used on her. Kira didn't necessarily think it a better feeling, but it
certainly was different.
Billie continued to slide his dick in and out of his friend and new lover.
Kira reached up to him with both hands and said, "Let me have your
boy-boobs." Billie smiled and leaned forward, pressing his breasts into
her hands. She played with and fondled his chest as he shafted her bottom.
It only took a little while longer before they came together, Billie
falling atop his friend's body.
After a few seconds, Kira kissed Billie and said, "Thanks, I needed that."
"Needed?"
Kira got a sheepish look on her face. "Morgana hasn't..."
"Hasn't given you any sex?"
"Not exactly. She gives it to me, but she's holding back. She's just not
as expressive as she used to be."
"Sounds like you really need to sit her down and talk to her."
"I think you're right."
"Hey, whether things work out why don't you stop by my place on Saturday.
Lillith and I are hosting Rosa, that's Roosevelt's femme name, and Toni.
If you two have worked things out, bring Morgana along."
"Thanks, but whatever else happens, I've got plans on Saturday night."
"What's up?"
"Remember the strip club we went to on your birthday? This Saturday is
going to be my debut as a dancer."
"You? A stripper?"
"Yup. Hey, why don't the four of you stop by as my guests?"
"I'll ask Lillith and Toni and Rosa about it, but I don't see why not."
"Great!"
Billie looked over at the clock and said, "Geez, sorry to fuck and run, but
Lillith is going to be done at work soon, and I promised to meet her for
some afternoon shopping."
"No problem." Kira kissed Billie. "Just don't be such a stranger."
"Promise not to."
They got up and Kira helped Billie get dressed then saw him off. After he
was gone, she showered, went to the bedroom, got out her sexiest teddy and
matching stockings, got dressed, and waited for Morgana. When the genetic
born woman got home, Kira stood in the center of the room, arms
outstretched and said, "Would you care to join me in a night of play, love?"
For just the briefest moment, Kira saw the old look of undiluted lust on
Morgana's face that she always got, but then the new look that Kira had
come to despise came back. Morgana said, "I'm sorry, love. It was too
rough a day at work. I just need some sleep."
Morgana headed towards the bedroom, but Kira stepped over to her and
grabbed her arm. "Morgana, what is wrong?!"
"Nothing. I told you, it was just a rough day at work."
"Don't give me that. You've been cold and impersonal ever since I started
growing boobs. Are you upset at that? Or that I decided to take the pills
to make them grow faster?"
"No! I told you, I like your boobs, and I want you happy."
"Happy? This distance is definitely not making me happy. Why won't you
talk to me?"
Morgana turned on Kira and angrily said, "What if I don't want to talk to
you?! What if I don't want to be around you?"
Kira let go and recoiled as though she had been struck. Truly afraid, with
a tear in her eye she asked, "Don't... Don't you..." dropping her voice,
she finished, "like me anymore?"
Morgana was shocked. Realizing how much she was hurting Kira, she ran to
her lover and wrapped her arms around the she-male. "Oh, no, darling, I
want you more than ever."
Crying into Morgana's hair, Kira asked, "Then what is wrong? And don't
tell me nothing."
Morgana shuddered, afraid to tell her the truth, but knowing she no longer
had a choice. "I'm... afraid. There's something I have to tell you, but
I'm afraid you'll hate me for it."
"I could never hate you."
"You say that now, but if you knew the truth..."
"Just tell me. Whatever it is, it can't be worse than what's going on now."
Morgana held Kira a little longer before saying, "Sit down, love. This is
a biggie." The two walked back to the center of the room, and Kira sat
down. Morgana paced for bit, both because she was afraid of what she had
to say, and because she didn't know how to start. Finally, she said,
"Kira, haven't you ever wondered about the string of coincidences you've
gone through in your life recently?"
"What do you mean? What coincidences?"
"Think about it, love. The very day you start cross-dressing, you meet a
girl who not only likes that, but wants more. A woman who has an apartment
with empty space for you to live in, and a room full of beautiful clothes
that just happen to fit you exactly. A woman, who when you decide to
transition, introduces you to a psychiatrist who specializes in such
things. And when you find your body changing on its own, the psychiatrist
just happens to be married to a doctor who just happens to know exactly
what you're going through."
Kira hadn't thought about it before, but now that all the 'coincidences'
had been pointed out, she wondered why she hadn't seen it before. "What
are you saying?"
"For you, it started on the day you went to that strip-club, but it
actually started a while ago..."
************
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J R D
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