Chapter 52
Joe ran the prop rpm to high as the Cessna twin approached the
runway. There was considerable wind, and the plane was a handful
as it bobbed and danced on the glide slope. Tim watched as Joe
skillfully maneuvered the plane into a proper landing attitude.
When the wheels touched, Joe looked over and gave Tim a relieved
smile.
"That was work!" Joe said. "If the gusts were any higher, I think
we should have tried someplace else."
"You do good work." Tim complimented. "I'm impressed."
"Thank God it don't take balls to fly this thing, I guess." Joe
quipped.
"Did you ever think it did?" Tim teased.
"I sure hoped it didn't, and that's the honest truth." Joe admitted.
"In the beginning, I didn't know what to expect."
"Yeah, I felt the same way at first." Tim agreed. "I had become so
different in some ways, and still the same in others. I hoped I could
still do everything I always could... Well, almost everything..." He
grinned.
Joe quickly taxied the plane to the FBO that serviced the
Honeybone aircraft.
"Let's hurry up and get this thing in the barn." Joe said. "I really
need to visit the restroom too."
"I see I'm not the only one with the small bladder." Tim said,
laughing.
"I don't have too much trouble with it." Joe apologized. "But I do
need to go."
"Not as bad as me, I'm sure." Tim insisted.
Tim started to leave his seat as Joe shut the engines down. A line
service boy was walking to the aircraft. As Tim struggled to open
the door, the young man smiled when he saw Tim.
"Hello there." The young man greeted.
Tim felt embarrassed. He knew that the boy standing on the
ground, who was probably about his own age, had just been
presented with a first class view up his short skirt. Pantyhose
limited the exposure, but it was still not very ladylike on his part.
"Hi." Tim returned, wondering if his face was as red as it felt.
"Can I help with anything?" The young man offered.
Tim looked at him.
"Yeah, maybe you can." He answered. "How about taking these
bags inside for me?"
"Sure. I'd be glad to." The boy fawned, obviously taken by the
cute young girl in the short skirt.
Tim passed his and his bags to the line boy, who did his best to
carry them all at one time. Tim watched in amazement at the
effect he had.
Joe finished the shutdown procedures and came to the back of the
cabin in time to see the line boy struggling with the bags.
"What's going on?" He asked.
"I think I have a new friend." Tim joked. "He offered, and I
accepted."
"Tim, you really are a tease, you know that?" Joe insisted.
"Just experimenting with the new equipment." Tim mused. "Might
as well take advantage of a few of the benefits, right?"
"Go easy on it, OK?" Joe advised. "You're too damn nice a guy to
start behaving like that."
"WAS too nice a guy." Tim reminded him. "We're not exactly guys
anymore, remember?"
"Kinda hard to forget." Joe admitted. "And right now, I'm wasting
time talking about it."
Joe walked rapidly to the FBO office hoping to find the restroom.
He prayed he could hold it till he got his clothes down. Tim
followed close behind, obviously in the same distress.
"Fill the tanks please, one-hundred low lead." Joe called to the old
man sitting behind the desk in the office. He didn't even slow down
as he spotted the door with a little outline symbol of a woman in a
dress.
The ladies room was a "three-holer" so they could both do their
thing simultaneously.
As pee tinkled into the commode, Joe called over the partition.
"God, this feels so good." He said. "I thought for a minute I was
going to have a little accident."
"Yeah, I was like that on the plane." Tim confided. "Luckily, it
went away after a while."
"I don't think I ever needed to go this bad before." Joe said. "It
felt like I was not going to be able to hold it."
"We gotta check with Honeybone, and then I suppose we have the
rest of the day off." Joe said, changing the subject.
They finished up, then freshened themselves at the big mirror. As
Joe straightened his skirt, he wondered how it would have looked if
he actually had wet himself. Would everything simply run down his
legs, or would he be wet in the back or the front. His changed
anatomy was that different, and still that unfamiliar.
"What do you want to do this evening?" Joe asked as he primped.
"I don't know." Tim answered. "I've never been to Minneapolis
before, so I'll leave it up to you."
"You like steak?" Joe asked.
"Do I!" Tim answered. "I think I can still eat a pretty good sized
one right now."
"I know a good place." Joe continued. "After we check in, we can
go to our rooms for a while, then get some dinner."
"Sounds good." Tim responded. "I'm really starting to get hungry."
Joe signed the fuel bill, then got the keys to the waiting rental car.
The line boy very willingly placed their bags in the trunk.
Tim smiled at the young man as he opened the passenger door.
"Thank you very much." Tim said, as he smiled demurely.
"Don't mention it." The young man said. "It's been my pleasure."
Tim blushed.
Joe drove directly to the Honeybone offices. When they arrived, he
parked and went inside, Tim dutifully following closely behind.
"I'm Joe Bates." Joe told the receptionist. "I'm supposed to take
somebody back to Phoenix."
"Just a moment." The middle-aged woman behind the desk said,
smiling as she looked at the two young women in front of her.
"There are two young ladies here from Phoenix." She spoke into
her headset. "I believe they are here to take someone down."
"Are you pilots?" The woman asked.
"Yes." Joe responded. "We work for Honeybone-Phoenix."
The woman spoke into the headset again, then listened.
"Mr. Teasdale asks that you go right in." She ordered.
Joe knew Mr. Tom Teasdale. He was second in command, right
after Norm Peterson. He wondered if they'd be hauling Teasdale, or
somebody else, back to Phoenix.
They went to the office door, which was open.
"Come in, Joe." Tom Teasdale insisted. "And Tim, isn't it?
"Yes sir." Tim answered, shaking the man's hand.
The man looked at the two young women intently. In a moment, he
spoke again.
"Forgive me for staring." He apologized. "But I've been hearing so
much about you, and I must admit, you are both quite attractive."
"Thank you, I guess." Joe responded. "I'm afraid we had nothing
to do with our present appearance."
"Yes. I heard all about that." Teasdale continued. "And that's
really what this is all about."
Joe looked at the man, obviously curious.
"I want you to keep everything you see or hear, from this point on,
completely to yourselves." Teasdale said.
"We have been approached by the Government to study the
phenomena that affected you, and we have had one immediate
request."
Joe raised his head.
"Request?"
"Yes." Teasdale went on. "Tomorrow morning, you will be met at
the airport by someone, who's name I haven't been given, who you
will take back to Phoenix. He is our guest, and I want you to show
him every respect. I'm not sure what is going on exactly, but you
will be told when, and if, you need the information."
"Why the hush-hush?" Joe asked.
"I don't know, and I didn't ask." Teasdale said. "Right now, I'm
not even sure exactly which branch of the military we are working
with, or even if it is the military."
"Interesting." Joe mused. "And when are we to meet this person?"
"Be at the airport and have your plane ready to leave by eight AM
sharp." Teasdale ordered. "Your passenger will arrive sometime
after that. That's all I know. I'm sorry."
"Is that all?" Joe asked.
"That's about it, for the moment." Teasdale answered.
"Just one question..." Teasdale asked, smiling.
"Are you sure you were really guys before this happened.
Joe looked at Tim, then back at Tom Teasdale.
"We're sure." Joe responded coolly. "And I hope no one around
here ever forgets that."
"Don't worry Joe, that's not going to happen." Teasdale said.
"Don't be so defensive. I was just asking a question."
"No offense taken." Joe said, smiling. "I just want everybody to
remember that we didn't cause this to happen to us."
"Have you been treated satisfactorily up to now?" Teasdale asked.
"Yes sir." Tim chimed in.
"Well, if you ever have a problem, just ring me up." Teasdale
offered.
Joe was glad to hear him say that.
"You can count on it." Joe replied.
Joe offered to shake Teasdale's hand. The man looked at him, then
vigorously shook his hand, and turned to repeat the action with
Tim.
They left Mr. Teasdale's office confident the man was indeed
interested in their welfare.
But Joe wondered who was this "mystery person" they would be
transporting to Phoenix.
As they drove to the hotel, Tim asked the question.
"Who do you think we'll be bringing back to Arizona?" He asked.
"I really haven't any idea." Joe admitted. "I don't think Mr.
Teasdale knew either."
"Everything about this sure seems kind of Top Secret, or
something, don't it?" Tim continued.
"It is a little weird." Joe agreed. "But it's hard to predict how
Uncle Sam might want to use this phenomena."
"What do you think?" Tim wondered. "Do you think they might
change people for spy missions, or something like that?"
"I can't imagine how something like that would be very practical."
Joe mused. "It would be more logical to use a natural born woman
than to change men into women."
"I'll bet they've done dumber things than that." Tim considered.
"I'm sure." Joe agreed. "But I can't imagine any guy volunteering
for this just to complete some government mission." He grinned at
the whole idea.
"I can just see James Bond, the morning after the Cage, trying on
new clothes after going through the change." Tim said, smiling as
he remembered his own frightening transition.
"I doubt if it will be anything like that." Joe said. "It's probably
going to be some bureaucrat, wanting to make sure we don't
somehow get lost in the tax system, or something like." Joe
laughed.
"Yeah, That's probably what it is." Tim agreed. "Just some IRS
agent wanting to check up on all of us."
"That's all we need." Joe said.
"What time is it?" Tim asked, trying to read Joe's wristwatch.
"It's only four." Joe said. "Kind of early for dinner."
"Yeah. Let's check in and get out of these skirts." Tim ordered. "I
want these damn pantyhose off!"
"But, you look so cute like that." Joe teased.
"I'll look cute enough in shorts." Tim insisted. "You'll see."
They arrived at the Radisson Plaza and a bellman helped take the
bags to the check-in counter.
"Reservations for Honeybone." Joe told the man at the desk. "My
name is Joel Bates."
The man typed something into the CRT in front of him. He looked
up and smiled at Joe.
"Party of two, Ms. Bates?" He asked.
"Yes." Joe responded. "This is my associate, Tim Werner."
The man looked over at the young woman with the unusual name.
"Your name is Tim?" He asked, looking at Tim.
Tim looked up at the handsome young man, who he had been
about the same size as, before the transition.
"I used to be a two-hundred pound guy." Tim told him, as if it was
a joke.
"I see." The man answered, smiling, not understanding why such
an attractive young woman would even say such a thing.
Tim was obviously irritated by the young man's condescending
attitude, but he let it slide, pretending to be more interested in
properly filling out the paperwork.
When they were finished, the bellman asked them to follow him
and the cart full of their bags. They rode the elevator up two floors
and Joe was pleased to see that they had been assigned rooms next
to each other.
The bellman helped each of them with the bags and then they were
alone again.
Joe knocked on the connecting door.
Tim quickly opened the lock on his side as Joe did the same. They
grinned impishly at each other when their eyes met.
"Well, isn't this convenient?" Joe drawled slowly, as Tim entered
the room.
"I never thought it was going to be like this." Tim agreed. "This is
really a nice place."
Joe went over to his hang-up bag and pulled the zipper.
"I thought you were in a hurry to get out of that skirt." Joe asked.
"Why's it still on?"
Tim watched intently as Joe carefully removed the wool suit,
placing each piece on a hanger as he took it off. Soon Joe was
standing there, wearing only a slip, nylons, and little black bra.
Tim continued to stare unabashedly.
"Is there a problem?" Joe asked, realizing Tim had probably
reverted back to "male-mode". and didn't even realize he was
staring.
"What? Oh, I'm sorry." Tim responded. "My God, you look
fantastic!"
"And I'll bet you do too." Joe reminded the young man-woman.
"Yeah. I better go change, I guess." Tim stammered.
"Here are some hangers." Joe said, pointing at the closet. "Hang
your stuff right here for a while. We still have plenty of time before
dinner."
Tim looked at the hangers, then down at his own short shirt.
"Yeah... Yeah, I guess I could do that." Tim said awkwardly. Like
Joe, he was finding the situation highly stimulating, but also very
confusing.
To Joe, Tim looked like a frightened young girl.
"Tim, you can go to your room, if you'd rather." Joe offered. "You
don't have to do this, you know."
"I want to, Joe." Tim insisted. "There's no time like the present."
Tim removed his jacket, then slowly unbuttoned his blouse. Joe
saw he wore a light powder blue, shiny nylon or satin bra. It was
probably something he purchased just last night, since his other
underwear, most of it picked by his sister Becky, was not nearly as
sensuous looking. It fit the pert new curves of his chest like second
skin.
Tim stood there, his blouse open in the front, looking at Joe, who
was, in turn, watching him.
"You don't look like a LITTLE girl to me, Tim." Joe complimented.
Tim kept his eyes on Joe's bra covered breasts.
"And I don't feel like a girl either." Tim said, grinning with
embarrassment. "No matter how I look."
Joe tucked his fingers in the waistband of the slip and pulled it off
his hips. He let it drop to the ground, then retrieved it as
provocatively as he knew how. He wanted to look as sexy as his
new shape would allow.
His black panty was now visible beneath the pantyhose, and Joe
could see Tim was unable to take his eyes away. Removing the slip
had exposed all his charms, and Joe's reflection in the mirror even
impressed him.
Joe slipped the pantyhose down, then sat on the bed to pull them
from his legs.
Tim silently watched the show, which was partially staged for his
enjoyment anyway.
"It's much cooler without the hose." Joe said softly, trying to
encourage Tim to undress.
"I'm sorry." Tim blurted. "I guess I'm just so impressed with how
you look, that I'm sort of making a fool of myself."
"I understand." Joe insisted. "But I can't wait to see what you
look like beneath those clothes either." He grinned.
"OK... OK, I'll do it. I'll take it off." Tim decided. "But, I'm
scared to death."
"Don't be scared." Joe insisted. "I certainly can't hurt you, that's
for sure."
"Yeah... But..."
"Take it slow." Joe ordered. "As slow as you want."
"Don't worry, I will." Tim said. "Just what do you think we should
do?"
"What ever you want to do." Joe said. "I'm yours for the
afternoon."
"Such a deal." Tim said softly. "Like a dream come true, and I'm
stuck looking like this. How bizarre."
"I don't look like I feel either." Joe reminded him. "Just let your
imagination run away."
The joking seemed to loosen Tim up a bit, and he removed the
blouse and hung it on a hanger. He unhooked and unzipped his
skirt, then stepped out of it. He was wearing the tiniest half-slip
Joe had ever seen.
"My God, that's a short slip." Joe commented.
"Yeah, I know." Tim agreed. "But the sales girl said I needed it
with that skirt."
"I guess you did, too." Joe considered. "I could practically see your
butt all the time."
"Did you like it?" Tim purred, coyly looking over his shoulder from
the closet.
"Uh huh." Joe admitted. "You do tend to make me think of
another time in my life." He grinned. `
Tim turned around. He looked at Joe and smiled.
"It really is weird, isn't it?" He asked. "Here we are, two grown
guys, together in this hotel room, turning each other on, and
laughing about it."
"Well, I don't know about me, but you sure don't look like a guy to
me." Joe said, watching Tim as he awkwardly pulled the little slip
off.
"I guess I don't." Tim admitted. "But I sure feel like one when I
see you."
As Tim slid the pantyhose off, Joe saw the matching light blue
nylon bikini underpants he was wearing. Even in a day or so, Tim's
body had further evolved, and from the rear he looked completely
like a female in her early teens. The only remaining trace of his
strong masculine shape was in his legs, which were perhaps a bit
longer than those of the average young woman. Joe knew his new
appearance caused Tim concern, but the metamorphosis had indeed
made him amazingly attractive. Joe felt familiar stirrings of lust as
he watched Tim moving around.
Tim turned to face Joe. He shrugged his shoulders and flashed an
embarrassed smile.
Joe noticed a dark wet spot that contrasted with the light blue
color of the panties. He pointed and grinned.
"Did you have an accident, or are you just glad to see me?" Joe
teased. He knew exactly why the wetness was there.
"God. Don't it feel weird to get turned on and end up with wet
pants?" Tim complained, massaging the wet little bulge of his sex.
Joe smiled. He nodded knowingly.
"Yeah, it is. I'm the same way." He admitted.
"I never dreamed it was like this for a girl." Tim went on.
"Sometimes I feel so... sticky."
Joe almost leered at soft contours only partially concealed by Tim's
glossy underwear.
"You don't look sticky to me." Joe exclaimed. "You look good
enough to eat."
Tim stared directly at Joe's breasts. His grin broadened. He placed
his palms at each side of his own bosom and pushed the soft
mounds together till they touched.
"Can you believe this?" Tim asked. "These things are mine... They
grew right out of me!"
"Yeah, I can believe it." Joe returned. "And I think its catching."
He pulled the shoulder straps of his bra, making his own chest
jiggle provocatively.
Tim still kept his eyes on Joe's curves.
"I really wish I was a guy again right now." Tim revealed. "I'd sure
like make it with you. I'm just so damn horny."
"Just what would you like to do?" Joe asked, smiling provocatively,
at hearing Tim's candid comments.
"Humph." Tim grunted. "I'm sure you know."
Joe stepped back and sat on the bed. He leaned against the pillows
and purred.
"Come on. Do anything you like." Joe offered. "Touch me... feel
me... Just don't take my underpants off, OK?"
Tim looked at the attractive woman laying there, and considered
the offer.
"But, just what can we do?" Tim asked.
"I'm sure we can think of something." Joe said breathily. He
rubbed his palm over his own pubic area. The slick feel of the nylon
panty, covering the obviously feminine shape felt strangely erotic.
It made him feel horny too.
"You really don't mind?" Tim asked. "I mean... What does that
make us? Are we lesbians, or something?"
"Do you feel like a lesbian?" Joe breathed, continuing to run his
fingers over the narrow strip of cloth between his legs. It felt good,
and he knew it looked sexy as hell, too.
"No, No I don't." Tim admitted. "I have no idea what a lesbian
feels like, but I'm sure it don't feel like this."
"It don't feel like this either." Joe said. "Come, feel it."
He reached out and grabbed Tim's hand and gently placed it on his
crotch. Tim reacted timidly, but kept his hand in place. Joe leaned
back further and closed his eyes and tried to look as if he was in
ecstasy. Tim began to move his fingers slowly, as if feeling the
texture of the cloth.
"Does that really feel good?" Tim asked.
"Of course." Joe said. In fact, it felt OK. Nothing special, but
interesting.
"You're not even wet." Tim said matter-of-factly.
"Not yet, but it's coming." Joe said through clenched teeth.
Tim sat beside Joe on the bed. He began to massage Joe's pubic
area in earnest, concentrating just where he knew Joe's clitoris was
hiding.
Joe placed his hand on Tim's left breast, immediately impressed by
how firm, yet soft it felt. He could feel the nipple harden instantly
to his touch.
"Very nice." Joe said softly, trying to be sexy as a woman and a
man simultaneously. It wasn't easy, because Tim obviously knew
exactly where to stimulate Joe's new genitalia too. Joe instinctively
raised his hips to make access easier. At the same time, he slipped
his hand into Tim's bra.
Tim looked into Joe's eyes and smiled knowingly.
"You know, this is definitely weird, but fun." Tim said.
"Don't stop!" Joe insisted. "You've gone this far. Don't stop now."
Joe removed his hand and carefully unlatched the clasp between
Tim's breasts. When the little bra fell free, they both looked at
Tim's bare chest.
Finally, Tim broke the silence.
"What do you think?" He asked.
"You look sexy as hell." Joe insisted.
"And you don't?" Tim returned.
"OK. I guess we both do." Joe conceded. "But you're body is so
young... So smooth."
Tim rubbed Joe's crotch, exactly in the most sensitive spot.
"You're not exactly the dirty old man." Tim teased.
"Oh, yeah?" Joe responded. "If you could read my mind right
now..."
Tim attempted to slip his fingers into the leg holes of Joe's panty.
Joe grabbed his hand and pulled it away.
"Don't go in there... Not now anyway, OK?" Joe asked.
"Remember the damn infection. I still need a few more days."
"OK, OK." Tim agreed. "I'll keep my hands out of your pants, if I
can."
Joe pulled the young woman to the bed. Tim was still fairly tall,
and though he had slightly outweighed Joe before the change, he
was thinner, lighter, and surely weaker now. That didn't make any
difference, cause Tim didn't resist at all. He let Joe lay his body
back on the bed and begin to fondle his breasts. In a few minutes,
Joe was massaging the softness of Tim's crotch. Tim was breathing
heavily, writhing to Joe's touch.
Joe felt guilty manipulating Tim's almost adolescent curves. It was
hard to remember that, inside, this person was really twenty-one
years old. And male.
Tim's breathing became more and more forced. It was clear he
would climax soon. Joe slid a finger under the delicate leg band of
the light blue panty and felt Tim's damp, soft, pubic hair. Tim
raised his pelvis as if to insist that Joe continue the intimate
fondling.
Joe pulled at the waistband, sliding the panties over Tim's slim but
feminine hips. Soon, Joe was looking at the fine hair of a little
pubic mound.
Tim had parted his knees wide enough to allow Joe complete access
to his sex, and Joe marveled at the youthful perfection of Tim's
changed body. His skin was soft as a baby's, with that thin layer of
fat that made a girl feel so different than a boy. His pubic hair had
become so soft and light, with a curious lack of the kinky curls of
men and most mature women. It was so sparse that it scarcely
concealed the swollen pink labia and Tim had carefully trimmed it
to a narrow triangle.
Tim Werner may still think like a male, but his body looked to be
every bit that of a maturing, though adolescent, female. Joe was
mostly unaware of it, but a mushy scent of sex filled the room.
Joe took his little finger and softly dragged it along the silky
swollen lips of Tim's sex. Tim moved his hips up, presenting his
pubic area to Joe's pleasing hand.
"Oh... Oh... That feels so good!" Tim exclaimed with the girlish
voice he now had, often to his embarrassment.
"You like that?" Joe teased.
"Oh God... Do it again. Joe, do it more!" Tim insisted.
Joe was quite eager to comply. He repeatedly slid his now wet
finger along Tim's cleft, making sure he touched what he figured
was Tim's clit. It was a little hard to tell for sure. Unlike Joe,
Tim's clitoris remained covered by a miniature hood of flesh, more
like other women Joe had seen. He didn't know why, but Tim's
vagina didn't look like his, or Mike's. Maybe he wasn't circumcised
as a male. Whatever, Joe knew he was very close to the spot, if not
right on it.
Suddenly, Joe rolled over and straddled Tim's legs. He had never
seen Tim completely without clothes before the change, and it was
difficult to think of him as anything but female. He looked down at
the tiny strip of black nylon that concealed his own sex, and
suddenly wished for his penis back. Then, he could properly
introduce Tim to the new pleasures his body was capable of.
But, much as he wanted that, reality said they were two women,
erotically pleasing to each other. Joe slid down, allowing access to
Tim's pubic area. He softly kissed around his clitoris, rubbing his
nose in the delicate hair. Tim instinctively moved his legs apart
further, exposing his sex even more. Joe kissed the swollen labia,
breathing in the sweet scent.
He tasted Tim's sex with his tongue, and felt Tim tense his muscles
as he experienced the intense pleasure it caused. Tim's reaction
made Joe proceed faster, knowing what he was doing had to feel
exquisite.
Tim never spoke. He moved to Joe's touch, moaning softly at
times, when the feeling was especially pleasant. Joe looked up, and
noticed that Tim was cupping his own breasts in his hands, gently
pinching the nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Tim was
probably exploring the differences in sensation that a feminized
body provided.
"Oh... Oh... Oh...!" Tim exclaimed, as he tensed and raised his
hips. He was plainly experiencing orgasm.
Joe knew that during climax, he now felt an overwhelming urge to
be filled... To have something inside the vagina to bear down on.
Joe gently spread Tim's labia and started to insert a finger, but
stopped when he saw Tim's hymen was still quite intact. It might
accept his finger, but it looked like a very tight stretch of thin skin.
It greatly reduced the effective size of Tim's vaginal opening.
Joe had not seen an intact hymen before, not even his own, which
had only existed for a couple of days, a victim of his own curiosity
and lust.
Joe decided not to finger Tim's opening. He didn't want to take
Tim's physical sign of female virginity, even if Tim obviously
seemed ready to beg him to do it.
Instead, Joe resumed the gentle licking. He placed his hands on
both sides of Tim's hips and raised them slightly. Tim seemed to
be in a state of constant orgasm, and moved his own hands from his
breasts to Joe's head. He began to simultaneously guide Joe's
tongue to where he wanted it, and gently stroke Joe's short hair.
After no less than three body tensing climaxes, Tim was practically
exhausted. He pushed Joe's head away, and pulled Joe up to him.
They nuzzled each other, and then Tim kissed Joe on his lips. They
embraced each other tightly, not as women, or men, but as two
persons with a common bond, who had just undergone a wonderful
erotic experience.
It was certainly not love, but the intense feelings were clear.
Joe looked into Tim's half-closed eyes, and smiled. Finally, he
spoke.
"Well, what do you think?"
"I... I... I never would have guessed any thing like that." Tim
gasped, still breathing deeply.
"Not so bad, is it?" Joe continued.
Tim smiled.
"Not so bad." Tim repeated. "Yeah, it's not so bad. I ahh... I
explored... I touched myself before... I came, too... But not
anything like this. Constant explosions... The whole body...
There's nothing else like it."
Joe placed his leg between Tim's thighs, and pressed his knee
against his genital area. He knew that felt pleasant for him, and he
wanted Tim to feel good too. Tim instinctively understood what
was happening, and began to rub his wet, aching pubis against Joe.
Tim placed his leg in the same position for Joe, and Joe
masturbated by rubbing his aching clitoris against Tim's knee.
They lay facing each other, looking into the others eyes. A strange
combination of lust and bizarre humor overcame them at almost
the same time. Joe laughed openly and Tim joined him.
"Can you believe this?" Tim asked. "Can you believe what were
doing?"
"Kind of hard to accept, isn't it?" Joe agreed. "But still fun,
right?"
Tim put out his hand and touched Joe's breast, running his finger
along the little design along the top edge of the bra cup.
"Did you want me?" Tim asked. "Did you want to have sex with
me?
"Sure." Joe replied. "If I could. Of course I would. Any guy would.
You're beautiful, remember."
"Yeah, but I'd like to make it with you too, if it was possible." Tim
countered. "I guess I owe you what you just did for me. That was
dynamite!"
"I'll take you up on that." Joe said, smiling. "But not till next
week anyway."
Tim placed his hand on his crotch and moved three fingers between
his legs.
"God, I'm wet." Tim announced. "Sex like this is sure messy."
"Worth it?" Joe asked.
Tim moved his hand, and inspected his wet fingers. He grinned.
"If everything always feels this way, it just might be an acceptable
exchange." Tim considered.
Joe dragged a finger gently along the side of Tim's breast. He
stopped at the firm little nipple, but kept his finger there.
"It can be even better, I think." Joe said, acting mysterious.
"Better than what?" Tim asked incredulously. "I never ever came
three times, that fast, the old way."
"It's a whole new ball game." Joe declared. "You should try it with
a regular guy sometime."
"I can hardly wait." Tim said. "If it's better than this..."
"Are we going to lay here all afternoon, are can we go get
something to eat?" Joe asked.
"I vote we stay here." Tim joked, laying back on the pillow, and
cupping his breasts in his hands.
"You would." Joe teased. "But I'm getting hungry. We can
continue this later, if you want."
"OK, later... Yeah." Tim said, rolling out of bed.
Joe watched the young man/woman as he hopped out of bed and
bent down to retrieve his underwear from the floor. Tim started to
step into the panties, when he felt his crotch.
"I guess I better wash this stuff off." He considered. "I'm really
kinda sticky and slimy."
"And pretty as hell." Joe blurted. Tim looked so perfect standing
in the late afternoon light streaming through the partially
curtained window.
Tim looked at Joe and began a clumsy pirouette, holding his arms
out, the little bra in one hand, the panty in the other. His engorged
labia was very noticeable, hardly concealed at all by the tiny patch
of sparse blonde pubic hair.
His body was now that of a young Lolita, and he was just
beginning to appreciate just how responsive it really was. He could
see the lust in Joe's eyes.
"I think I better take a shower." Tim almost sang as he acted like a
naked ballerina.
"Good idea." Joe agreed. "Try the hand wand, too. I think you'll
like that."
Tim began to walk to his room.
"I'll get the clothes later." He called from the open door.
Joe got up and went to where his hang-up bag was hanging. He
unzipped it and began searching for something to wear. He selected
a dark blue silk T-shirt top and some fitted slacks. He liked
wearing pants, it felt almost like old times.
When he finished dressing, Joe brushed his hair, and touched up
the light makeup he wore.
Joe looked in the mirror. A young, attractive woman smiled back.
His short hair didn't look too bad, now that he was beginning to
accept the finer features his face had acquired. It was still
impossible to think of himself as a real woman, however.
He was grabbed a little clutch bag he now used instead of a wallet
and went into Tim's room. Tim was in the shower. He had left the
door open, and Joe could see his outline behind the steamed glass
in the mirror on the door.
Tim's small suitcase lay open on the bed. He had removed some of
the clothes items and placed them on the bed. The wadded up blue
bra and panty lay on the bed too. Joe picked up the little panty
and inspected it. The tiny crotch band was still wet, and the inner
cotton lining had a narrow white streak of discharge stain.
Just like a 'real' girl, Joe thought.
The shower stopped and in a moment Tim slid the door open to
step out. He didn't notice Joe, but grabbed the towel and began to
dry himself. Joe watched as Tim carefully inspected his soft form
as he dried, then reentered the main room.
"Oh... Hi!" Tim said. "You scared me."
"I'm sorry." Joe apologized. "But I was ready, and I thought I'd
come over here."
"Sure." Tim said, not self conscious about his nakedness. "I'll only
be a minute."
Joe went to the chair by the little desk and sat down. He watched
as Tim looked at his old underwear, then selected clean things.
He first slipped on some plain white cotton bikini's. Joe wondered
if Tim or his sister Becky picked them out. They were plain, but
looked comfortably sensual on Tim's lithe, young form.
He next selected a white bra, matching the panties in simplicity.
Tim glanced up and realized Joe was watching intently.
"Something wrong?" He asked.
"Not at all." Joe responded. "I just like to look, if you don't mind."
"Not if you don't mind me staring at you too." Tim answered. "I
guess we're both horny men, stuck in girls bodies."
"Yeah, I guess that's it." Joe agreed.
Tim next chose a white cotton top, with denim jeans. He looked
even younger than a few moments ago. But still very sexy.
"Are you ready?" Tim asked, digging a little handbag out from the
suitcase.
"Yeah." Joe answered. "I guess we can boogie."
They left the room and went down the three flights to the ground
floor. As they left the hotel, Joe looked at his sexy friend. They
both looked young, but Tim's teenage appearance made Joe look a
little older, sort of like an older sister.
"If anybody asks, why don't we be sisters, for tonight?" Joe offered.
"Who's going to ask?" Tim retorted.
"Oh, I don't know." Joe continued. "I mean... We are two cute
young women, out on the town, who knows what guy might..."
"I'd be scared to death." Tim interjected. "I wouldn't know how to
react to anything like that."
"You're going to have to learn." Joe said. "You can't stay locked in
your room all the time, and trust me, guy's are going to notice
you." Joe said.
"I'll worry about it when it happens." Tim said. "Until then, I'm
going to keep to myself."
"Uh huh." Joe declared. "And you just wore that little skirt that let
your butt hang out because you couldn't get anything else, right?"
"I bought it because I liked it." Tim countered. "I wore it cause I
liked how I looked in it. I didn't ask to be this way, but I might as
well try to enjoy it, don't you agree?"
"Sure." Joe admitted. "And that's why you will probably want to
fool around with a guy too, eventually. To try IT out."
"And I'll decide when that happens, if it ever does." Tim snapped
back.
"Good luck, pal." Joe added. "Cause it's gonna happen. I can tell."
"How do you know that?" Tim asked.
Joe grinned.
"You're too curious... You like it all too much... You want to know
what it's like as much as I did."
Tim stopped walking and looked at Joe.
"Yeah, I am curious." He said, smiling. "But I don't think I'm
ready to jump in bed with a guy."
"Uh huh." Joe said.
They walked along the downtown sidewalks till they arrived at a
steakhouse Joe had been to before. They went inside and found
there was no wait, and were seated almost immediately. Joe noticed
that the waiter couldn't take his eyes off Tim, and had a habit of
staring at their breasts as they were talking to him. Joe was almost
ready to say. "I'm up here, you know."
They devoured the steaks and in only an hour and a half, they were
finished. They had ordered a carafe of wine, and Joe could feel the
warming effects. It didn't take much alcohol to have an effect
anymore.
"I may be smaller and lighter, but I still can do serious damage to a
Kansas City Strip." Tim announced.
"And if you eat like that very often, your butts not going to fit
inside the 421." Joe warned him.
"I thought you said my butt was sorta cute." Tim said, grinning.
The wine had made him happier, and more relaxed, too.
"Yeah, it is now." Joe went on. "But if you eat like that, you can
give that little mini-skirt to Becky." Joe said. "It won't fit you
anymore."
"You do like how my butt looks now, don't you, Joe?" Tim asked.
"Sure." Joe said. "It's about perfect, I think."
"Ain't that weird?" Tim asked. "Not even two weeks ago... I had a
normal butt... A guy's butt... A little hairy... Tight enough, I
guess. But now... Damn... I never thought my butt could get like it
this. It's so soft... You felt it, ain't it soft?"
"Yeah, it's soft all right." Joe agreed.
"Yeah... I can't believe how soft it is... And so smooth...
Absolutely no hair. I still have some hair on my legs. Becky showed
me how to shave 'em, so they look pretty good, but my butt is
absolutely smooth."
"It looks pretty good." Joe admitted.
"I hardly have hair anywhere, anymore." Tim went on, obviously
feeling the wine. "Just my head... And my... Joe, you've seen it,
what do you think?"
"I'm impressed." Joe told him. "And I think we better not finish
off this wine, don't you?"
"Yeah, I guess so." Tim admitted. "I sure can't take it like before,
that's for sure."
"Want some coffee?" Joe asked.
"Naa." Tim snapped. "I hate the stuff, except a little in the
morning. And I'm going to need to pee pretty soon."
"Can you wait till we get back to the Radisson?" Joe asked. He
didn't know what condition his friend was really in, and he didn't
want him walking around unescorted.
"Hell, I made it from Sioux City to Minneapolis, so I think I can
last that long." Tim joked.
Joe called the waiter, and paid the tab, then they left the
restaurant. Tim had no trouble walking, and apparently he wasn't
as tipsy as Joe feared. The wine had just loosened his tongue.
As they walked along the street in the evening light, Tim
maintained a continuous banter.
"Walking is so different now, don't you think?" He asked. "I can
feel my boobs with every step. It don't hurt, or anything, but I can
sure feel 'em. Can you?"
"Yeah." Joe admitted. "I can. I kind of like it too, I guess."
"Me too." Tim continued. "It's kinda fun having boobs. At first, I
hated 'em, but now that I've kinda got used to 'em, I accept 'em.
"It's a good thing, too, I suppose." Joe considered. "Because we
sure are stuck with 'em."
"Yeah, we are, aren't we." Tim agreed. "Yours are really nice, too.
I guess mine are pretty good... I mean, they're a little smaller than
yours, I guess, maybe, but I like 'em." He rubbed his left hand
across his bosom.
"Yours are awful good." Joe complimented. They look sexy, like a
young girl's."
"Yeah. I think so too." Tim said. "I just hope they don't get too
much smaller. I kinda like 'em, but I think they're getting smaller."
"You really think so?" Joe asked.
"I don't know for sure." Tim said, lowering his little girl voice.
"But I think they might be. Just like my hair... Down there."
"But, you trimmed that, didn't you?" Joe asked.
"Yeah. Sure. I did. But I still think it's getting thinner anyway."
Tim said softly. "Hell, you saw it, I barely have any there
anymore."
"You are getting a little thin." Joe admitted, grinning.
"Do you think I look sexy?" Tim blurted. "For a girl, I mean?"
Joe looked at the young man-woman.
"If I still had a penis this afternoon, you'd be needing to worry
about being pregnant right now." Joe informed him.
"I would have let you do it too, you know that?" Tim revealed.
"I think I could have had you." Joe agreed.
"I had no idea it felt like that." Tim said. "You had me in the palm
of your hand."
"Just remember that when you mess around with a regular guy."
Joe warned. "I may still know where the target is, but they still got
a gun barrel long enough to hit it."
"Joe." Tim asked.
"Yeah, Tim?" Joe returned.
"Joe, if tomorrow they said they found the method... The way... To
get you back. To make you look male again..." Tim stammered.
"Yeah?" Joe said.
"Would you? Would you want to do it? To change back?" Tim
continued. "I mean, if they could make everything like it was...
Same size... Muscles... Penis... Everything. Would you still want to
do it?"
"Hmmm... Everything like it used to be..." Joe considered. He idly
rubbed his palm over the silky softness of his breast as he thought.
"I'd sure miss some of this, that's for sure." Joe admitted. "I guess
I'd really have to think about it for a while."
"Yeah... A week ago it would have been easy." Tim agreed. "But
now... I don't know what it is... Maybe I'm getting to used to all
this or something."
"I'd miss the clothes." Joe mused. "I never even thought much
about stuff like that before, but now... It's all so different."
"Me and Becky have become so much closer..." Tim thought out
loud. "I don't know what she'd do if I came home with my old
body back."
"It would sure help the relationship between Linda and me." Joe
considered. "She accepts what happened, I guess, but obviously, it
isn't the same anymore."
"Well, before, I went back, I think I'd want to make it with a guy
first." Tim announced.
"Oh, Yeah?" Joe laughed. "I thought you didn't want to do that."
"I didn't say that, exactly." Tim corrected. "I mean... What we did
this afternoon, how it felt... I didn't know the feelings could get so
powerful."
"Uh huh." Joe agreed. "If real women feel like this, then I've
underestimated the power sex has over them."
"Yeah. I always thought they didn't get that much out of it, and
just let guys do it because they loved them, or something. Was I
wrong!" Tim said.
"Oh, I think they do love us..er... them. Don't you?" Joe offered.
"Probably." Tim agreed. "But sex for pleasure is definitely a
possibility."
"Yeah." Joe agreed.
"Joe." Tim asked.
"Yeah." Joe returned.
"Joe, if you can change back, would you do me a favor?" Tim
continued.
"Probably." Joe answered. "What do you want?"
"If we can change back... If we ever do... And you change first,
could we have sex before I change back?" Tim asked carefully.
Joe stopped walking, and looked at Tim.
"You want me to screw you?" Joe asked.
"Well... Yeah. I guess I do." Tim said. "I really want to know what
it all feels like this way."
"My God." Joe declared. "You don't need me for that. There are a
million regular guys who would die to get into your pants right
now."
"But I don't want to do that kind of stuff with a regular guy." Tim
insisted. "You understand how I feel... You know what it's like..."
"OK... OK... If we ever get to change back, I'll do it first, and then
have sex with you." Joe promised. "It'll be a lot of work, but I'll
force myself."
"In the mean time, you can do what you did this afternoon, again
tonight." Tim said, smiling demurely.
"You liked that, huh?" Joe asked.
"Didn't you?" Tim retorted.
"Well, you are awful soft, and smooth..." Joe admitted.
"I owe it all to Oil of Olay." Tim mocked, emphasizing his body's
new shape.
"Right." Joe agreed. "And radio frequency cell damage."
"Isn't science wonderful?" Tim teased, running his palms along the
curvature of his hips.
"Uh huh." Joe agreed. "And if you keep eating so much, you're
going to know what a big butt feels like, too." Joe warned him.
They neared the entrance to the Radisson. Joe took the lead.
"It's still pretty early." Joe announced. "How about we go down to
the workout room for an hour or so?"
Tim considered it.
"Sure." He decided. "Why not? I bought some more new workout
clothes, I guess I need to try 'em on."
"Everything seems to somehow revolve around clothes now." Joe
observed.
"Getting dressed has become a lot more interesting, don't you
agree?" Tim countered.
"Yeah, sure... But there's a lot more to this than playing dress-up."
Joe added.
"But it is a lot of fun." Tim insisted. "And it's even more
interesting to get undressed." He laughed.
"Let's change and use the Nautilus machines for a half-hour or so."
Joe suggested. "We can try the pool too, if you want."
"Will there be any guys there?" Tim asked.
"Hell, I don't have any idea." Joe answered. "There might be."
"I don't know..." Tim countered.
"Aw, come on." Joe insisted. "No body can possibly tell we ain't
real women. If there are any guys there, they'll be the one's who
get worked up."
They went up the elevator to the rooms. They both entered Joe's
room, and Tim went straight to his own side. He came back a few
seconds later with a purple leotard, and a tiny crop top.
"Can you believe I'm going to wear this?" Tim asked, holding up
the tiny outfit made of stretch fabric.
"Hey, if you got it, flaunt it." Joe decided.
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