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Had to get a new email, so I'm reposting my old works under the new 
addy to get it out.

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 not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of 
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your 
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This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
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All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
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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-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure.  I just like T.V. better."

J R D
jrdss@pobox.alaska.net

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