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Subject: {ASSM} Shifter Chap 1 [4/4]
Date: Sat, 2 Sep 2000 10:10:07 -0400
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His mom looked at her watch. "I'd tell you to go fill it out, but you
better start getting ready for your sister's game."
"Lorrie's game?"
"Yeah. Isn't she quarterback in your world?"
"She's not even on the football team. No girl is."
"Well, on this world, with men having both breasts and balls hanging out,
they're not really designed for the rougher sports. Oh, there's a guys'
football team, and there's guys' boxing, but they aren't really the same."
"What about guys in the military?"
"Well, there's a movement to get guys into combat units, but I don't see it
happening. Men are just too vulnerable. But you need to get ready."
"What's wrong with what I've got on?"
"Well, pants and a dress blouse would be appropriate, and you don't have a
lick of make-up on."
"Make-up? For a game?"
"For the dinner afterwards. Don't you go to a fancy dinner after the game?"
"Sometimes."
"And don't you get dressed up?"
"Not in make-up. Guys don't wear it."
"But ladies do?" Peter nodded. "Seems one-sided, but you will be expected
to wear it here. Don't worry. I'll help you."
They went to the his and Lorrie's bathroom, and his mom pulled out a bunch
of bottles and tubes of make-up. She sat him down and worked on his face.
After a bit, she said, "This is fun. I haven't done your make-up since you
were in single digits."
"Kids wear make-up?"
"Yeah. As soon as they're old enough to not eat it, everyone wears it."
"Hmm. Can I ask another question?"
"Sure."
"How do babies get fed? If women make the babies, but men have the
breasts...?"
"Well, from the last month of her pregnancy to the third month after birth,
a woman's vaginal juices produce a strong dose of hormones. When the man
licks her out, those hormones get his breasts producing milk."
"So you're guaranteed to get cunnilingus at least during your pregnancy?"
"Well, yes, but most men are more than willing to lick out a woman if she
asks. The taste of a woman's juices are described as heavenly."
"I guess that's a difference between our worlds."
"Don't men gratify a woman orally on your world?"
"Some do. Most think it's too messy."
"Well, it is more necessary here. With men needing to perform orally in
order to feed babies, it wouldn't be real sensible for it to be an
unpleasant experience. But, as a woman with a labia, take it from me, if
you take the time to learn how to please a woman with your mouth, you will
never regret it." She closed up the make-up kit and handed him a tissue.
She said, "Blot your lips," and mimicked the action. Once he had done what
she wanted, she said, "All done."
He turned and was amazed at the results. The colors were slightly darker
than those used on women, but just as subtle. Small imperfections seemed to
have faded away and his face glowed with a beauty he hadn't known he had.
He briefly wondered why men on his world didn't wear make-up if results like
this were possible.
His mom asked, "Like what you see?" Peter nodded. "Good. Now don't muss
yourself. I've got to go get myself ready."
His mom left and Peter briefly looked over the make-up, wondering if he
could do what his mom did. He figured not, but also realized he could
learn. He could shift into worlds where he could learn to apply make-up or
do anything else for that matter. Of course, at only two days a week,
things could take a while, but shifting could open a lot of doors for him.
He was still musing and pondering when his mom called out, "Ready to go?"
She saw him and said, "You forgot to change. Hurry up." Peter quickly got
out of his shorts and shirt and into a pair of pants and a blouse. He
grabbed a pair of sneakers from the closet and his mom said, "Bring the
heels. You can put those on after the game." When he hesitated, staring at
the heels, she said, "Let me guess, guys don't wear heels in your world?"
Peter nodded. "You live in a sexist world." Peter shrugged. "Push them to
the back of the closet and grab your loafers. We're running a little late,
so we can tell your dad we didn't see them and didn't have time to look."
Peter did as he was told and they went out to the car and drove to the
field.
Once there, they found their seats, and Peter looked around for his dad and
sister. He saw his dad with the cheerleaders, dressed in the same sweater
and short shorts combo they were. He was running them through some
routines. During a brief break, David caught his gaze and blew him a kiss.
Peter blew one back, getting a smile in response.
He heard Jess say, "Already flirting more with the new girl? Should I be
jealous?"
He turned and saw her big smile. He joked, "I don't have to flirt with you.
I know you're just in it for the sex."
She sat beside him and kissed him. "Guilty as charged." She looked up to
his mom and said, "Hi, Mrs. Wilkins."
His mom replied, "Hello, Jess." She pointed to the lockers and said, "Your
sister and the team are taking the field."
Peter watched the team come out. He noticed that the uniforms were far less
heavily padded than the men's uniforms of his world. The teams (all girls)
ran out and quickly set up. He guessed that the home team's quarterback was
his sister, but he really couldn't tell under the helmet.
The game quickly got underway and Peter watched with the intent of noticing
the differences between the footballs of two worlds. The first thing he
noticed was that the game as played in this world was far less blatantly
brutal than the game he knew. This game was a lot more running and more
agility based. He also noticed that the passing game was weaker and thus
used far less often and tended to shorter passes. The running game was far
superior to anything his world's high school could offer, and even rivaled
some college games he had watched. He watched with amazement and even a
little pride as his sister (well, his counterpart's sister) deftly wove
through player collections of the opposing team that he was sure would've
brought her down, and he cheered as loud as anyone every time she ran the
ball into the end zone.
At halftime, as the teams left the field, Peter got a chance to watch the
cheerleaders in action performing some lengthier cheers than those done
while the game was being played. Despite it being an all guy team, their
performance was surprisingly acrobatic, although not quite as dynamic as the
mostly girl team at home. But the greatest draw seemed to be the same thing
as at home, namely watching boobs bounce as cheerleaders cavorted about the
field. These cheerleaders had another draw, at least for those interested
in such things. The bulge in the crotch of each cheerleader was prominently
displayed for all to see, and, judging by the difference between what he
knew David had and what appeared to be there, Peter guessed that they were
wearing padded briefs or shorts to make their "equipment" more noticeable.
Curious, Peter looked around at the crowd. At home, most of the girls who
were attending the game would've been there as dates of guys, in order to
ogle the players, or both. Although he couldn't guess why any particular
person was there, he did notice that the crowd was larger than the ones at
home. Apparently, girl football with guy cheerleaders who had boobs was a
bigger draw than guy football back home.
After halftime and the teams had retook the field, David came up and sat
beside Peter. Peter had noticed that homosexuality was far more open and
accepted here, so he gave David a quick kiss and wrapped his arm around the
cheerleader. David snuggled up and asked, "So does this mean I'm your
boyfriend?"
Jess smiled and said, "Of course not." When David reared up, a little touch
of fear in his eyes, she said, "You're his girl, just like we agreed."
David snuggled up again, laying his head on Peter's boob and saying,
"Thanks."
Whispering, Peter's mom asked, "David, do you think you might really be a
woman inside?" David seemed shocked that Peter's mom knew about that. She
put her hand comfortingly on his and said, "It's okay, dear. Peter was
concerned about what was the best way to help you, so he confided in me. No
one else knows. but if this is real, not just some sexual game, then it
could be very serious. Have you thought about it? Discussed it with your
parents?"
"I haven't discussed it with my parents, but I have thought about it." He
paused, then said, "A lot." Then he sighed. "But what girl likes being a
cheerleader?"
"There have been a few, but your love of a sport classically seen as men
only shouldn't be what makes up your mind. What else makes you think you
might be a woman?"
"Lots of little things. I'm not real fond of these," he hefted his boobs.
"I'm also not as easy to anger as most guys are, but when I do fight, god
help the other person. I've got an almost female killer instinct. I also
prefer the rougher, faster sports. I'm the only guy on the men's varsity
football, wrestling, and soccer teams."
"Sounds like you definitely need to talk with your parents."
"I guess so."
"Do you need someone else to be there? Peter or me?"
"Thanks, Mrs. Wilkins. I think I will."
"When do you want to do this?"
"I don't know. I'll have to think about it."
"Don't put it off for too long, or you may find yourself putting it off
forever." David nodded and settled into Peter. Jess settled in to his
other side.
About ten minutes later, Peter said, "Sorry, girls, but this boy has got to
go use the boys' room." He slipped out from between David and Jess and
walked to the bathroom. After he finished with the urinal, he wiped himself
and put his pants and briefs back on. He turned and was confronted by the
Goth queen, Samantha. Remembering what his mother had told him about
Samantha harassing him, he grew a bit afraid. "What do you want? This is
the men's room."
Samantha gave him an amused snort and started walking towards him. "I know
this is the men's room. I just wanted to talk to you alone."
"About what?"
She reached up and took his breasts in hand. Despite himself, he felt more
than a bit of pleasure and moaned. Samantha smiled and asked, "So, does
that goody-good, Jessica, put out for you? With tits like these, you
deserve a girl who puts out."
Peter almost blurted out a yes, but realized Samantha would probably try to
use that against him or Jess if she could. He composed himself and said,
"That's none of your business."
"That sounds like a no. So why don't you lose the virgin princess and get
with a girl who knows how to treat a guy right?"
Peter took a deep breath and grabbed her hands. "I love Jess, and won't do
that to her, particularly with you the way you've been treating me."
She tried to push her hands back. "You're not going to hold a little
harmless teasing against me?"
He stiffened his arms, said, "Yes, I am," and slipped past her and out of
the bathroom.
He returned to the bleachers and took his seat between David and Jess.
David noticed his partial erection and asked, "Thinking about us?"
Peter smiled and said, "With the amount I think about you two, I'm surprised
I don't walk around with a constant hard-on."
Jess asked, "Want to go somewhere after dinner and deal with that?"
Before Peter could respond, his mom said, "I'm afraid Peter has got a
writing project that he has got to get done. Tonight. Since the subject
has come up, David, would you like to join us for dinner later?"
"Yes, I would. Thank you, Mrs. Wilkins."
The rest of the game passed normally, with the home team winning 41 to 13.
Dinner passed similarly and before he knew it, Peter and his family were
back home. He went straight up to his room, took out the "Others" diary and
filled out a description of what he had gone through over the last two days.
He played with his breasts to orgasm once more before bed, then went to
sleep.
He woke up to his mother shaking him. "Time to get up for church, son." He
grumbled a bit and tried to hide deeper under the covers. His mother said,
"Come on, shifter. Time to get back to your own life."
Hearing her mom refer to his shifting, he sat up in bed, his hands going
immediately to his chest, now barren. "It wasn't a dream?"
His mom, with her prodigious bosom back in place, sat on the edge of the
bed. "Nope. You have now taken the steps into a whole new world of
experiences. Welcome to the world of shifting." She handed him two blank
books like those he had gotten from his mom in the other world. "Quickly
read through your 'Others' book to get what your counterpart did. That way
there won't be any big surprises. Do it fast, because you still have to get
ready for church." His mother gave him a kiss on the cheek and left him to
his reading.
Peter took the book with 'Others' written on it and opened it up.
************
Greetings, brother. I figure that's a little better than something like
Other Me or Counterpart.
This is so weird. I'm in another world where girls have boobs. How did you
feel seeing all those guys with tits? Mine hadn't grown in yet. Mom keeps
saying any day, but sometimes I wonder.
Anyways, on to what I did over the last two days.
Oh, I don't know if my mom made any suggestions about writing in the book,
but yours suggested I just say 'mom' or 'dad' or 'Lorrie' or whatever when
referring to people in this dimension. It keeps things from getting
confusing. If I need to refer to my universe's inhabitants, I'll say my
whatever.
I don't know how long it took anyone to notice you weren't me, but it took
mom all of about five seconds. She walked in, I said, "Mom, you've got
boobs!" Dad came in, said, "Glad you noticed, sport," kissed mom, and left.
After he left, I asked, "Where are dad's boobs?" and she knew. She
explained about shifting, gave me these books, and had me write down my
morning.
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Okay, it's after school. After breakfast, mom warned me about the bullies
harassing you. I thought she meant Samantha and her gang. I was shocked
when she said it was David and his fellow football players. It really hurt
to find out that Jess was following him around, even knowing she wasn't my
Jess.
The school day was a hassle. It seems your classes are about a week ahead
of mine. I was real glad when I found out that your History test was a week
ago. I think that's why I shifted. I really wasn't ready for that test.
Lunch was pretty boring. In my world, Jess and I eat together. Here, I ate
with Danny, chatting about the game tomorrow.
After school, I lucked out. Coach called an emergency practice and I didn't
have to deal with David.
The birthday dinner mom fixed later was great. Mom and dad got you a
portable computer. (Mom said it was better to keep the diaries offline.)
Lorrie got you a new soccer ball. We had chocolate cake with fudge
frosting. Knowing you'd miss it, mom saved you a piece, but don't ask for
it in front of anyone else. I'm not sure dad or Lorrie knows about
shifting.
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Right after the game and dinner.
I don't know about you, but I missed my make-up. I don't miss the hassle of
putting it on, but I do miss how good it makes me look. Do mom and Lorrie
wear it for everything?
Anyways, that football game sucked. Sorry if that offends, but it did. To
me, it looked like a couple dozen men ramming into each other like animals.
Lorrie -my Lorrie- could've run circles around all of them.
In the last quarter of the game, I went to the bathroom. When I came out I
saw Samantha and froze. Yeah, I know. In this world, she doesn't even know
me, but months of harassment do not go away with a casual comment or two.
But she just looked me up and down, then smiled and shook her head. It was
almost like she was laughing at me.
After the game, dinner was a modest affair at the steakhouse. Mom and dad
chatted about work. Lorrie talked about this guy she was dating, Matt
Gleason. Then we came home and I went to sleep.
Not much for my first shifting, but I didn't even know I would be shifting.
Hope yours was better.
************
Peter finished reading the diary. Compared to his own day, his "brother"
did indeed have a fairly uneventful day. He hoped that his brother liked
what he had done. He also hoped that he liked his new breasts. Right now,
he and his father were having a "first boob day" re-celebration. Peter was
glad his brother hadn't missed that. Not being from that universe, he
hadn't been able to appreciate the day, but he did get the feeling that it
was something special. He set down the book and, noticing the time, he
rushed to get ready.
After church, the family went out for lunch before returning home. Lorrie
and Peter spent the afternoon kicking the soccer ball around before a Sunday
evening Chicken Kiev dinner.
The next day Peter went to school, almost having forgotten his problems.
That is, until David shoved him into the girls room when he wasn't paying
attention. Luckily there was no one in there, but it was still a nasty
reminder.
At lunch. Peter ate alone. He saw David and knew that the older boy was
planning something mean for his trip home. He thought about what his mother
in the other world had told him about seeing people in new ways and decided
to take a chance on a way to deal with David.
He got up and walked over to Samantha and sat beside her, surprising her
with his boldness. She looked at him and asked, "Can I do something for
you, little boy?"
"I'd like to ask for a little help. David Lewis has been harassing me and I
was wondering if I could get a little help."
She looked Peter over. "And what do I get out of it?"
"What do you want?"
She stared right at his crotch and said, "Why don't you take that sock out
of your pants and let me see what you've got to offer."
Peter took her hand and lay it in his lap. "I do not now have nor have I
ever had a sock in my pants in order to make me seem bigger than I am."
She briefly fondled his crotch then whispered, "I'll run you home today by
way of my house. If you know how to use that, we might have a regular
thing."
Samantha got up and Peter watched her walk away. Yes, this shifting could
really work great.
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