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The Brass Butterfly

By: Black Satin



This is a collaboration story between me and my friend Black Velvet. Sara belongs to Black Velvet while Matt and Simon belong to me. All written text and characters are copyrighted and may not be used without permission. This story will contain boy/girl, girl/girl, boy/boy, and threesome sexual content. Some chapters may not contain any sexual content. In which case, we also hope you enjoy the story. BTW, this is an AU from my previous story involving these two titled "This One Time at Choir Camp." Feel free to stroke our egos, we love getting comments! Stroke them enough and we'll give you more faster. :) 

The Brass Butterfly: Chapter One

The buds were just starting to come out on the cherry trees and the strengthening spring sun brightened the images of phoenixes, dragons, and carp playing along the sides of the buildings and up the supports under the highway overpass. The bricks of the older Beaux-Arts buildings were mottled with age and wear, but occasionally still sported ancient painted advertising for dancing Asian girls, premium Chinese food, and laundry services in six foot tall letters. While the subjects of advertising in the International District hadn't changed much over the years, most of the same messages had been replaced now with neon signs lit up in Chinese, Vietnamese, Korean, and Japanese. 

It was a rare warm day for early spring in Seattle. Matt and Sara both happened to have a mid-weekday off on the same day, and they had decided to spend it exploring a part of the city they hadn't frequented since college. They had spent the morning at the museums in the area then hit Uwajimaya, the huge Japanese department store for lunch before looking through the various small shops. The men of the shops all seemed eager to help Sara whenever she walked in. At a slender five foot seven, her long black hair and tanned skin perfectly reflected her Polynesian ancestry. She was wearing a red dress that swung playfully around her thighs and showed off her tan and slender legs. She turned heads and a few good discounts wherever she went. 

Matt seemed the strange counterpart for her. He was only an inch taller than Sara, but slender and wiry with broad shoulders. His handsome pointed face made him look younger than he was, and was framed by long hair in a ponytail that had been dyed black with bright blue bangs and tips. He mostly wore monochrome t-shirts and jeans sporting band names or sarcastic slogans, and had silver hoops piercing his left eyebrow and ear. But he'd still caught the attention of a few giggling Otaku girls standing in the Anime video section of the Uwajimaya. He'd flashed the girls a wide smile before walking out the door with Sara to their dismay. Which was gratifying to the both of them and they'd laughed about it all the way down the street. They'd met their freshman year in college and been together ever since. Neither of them had gotten around to proposing to the other, but both of them being only 24, there didn't seem to be any rush. 

They were about ready to head back to the car when Sara spotted a sign that said "Asian Antiquities" pointing down into a back alley.

"Wait, just one more shop," she said pointing. 

"Are you sure? We've just been to four antique shops..." Matt said, looking at his watch. 

"Just one more, I promise!" 

He rolled his eyes up, pretending to stall, "Weeeelll..."

She grinned at him, "Hey, if I have to suffer through your Anime addiction, you can suffer through my antiquing," she said, grabbing him by the wrist and dragging him down the alley. 

The light was dim and the air was filled with incense when they stepped inside. It was difficult to move in the shop, with each shelf packed full of clutter in haphazardly organized sections marked with little handmade Chinese signs neither of them could read. There was an old man in the back dressed in a gray argyle polo shirt with a red silk robe thrown over it as if he had put it on as an afterthought to look more "authentic" for the tourists. He was balding slightly and a long wispy tufts of white hair growing along his upper lip and chin. He sat behind a grimy glass counter holding an Asian newspaper and looked up when they walked in. He had kind eyes, and gave them a small smile and a nod of welcome. 

Matt wrinkled his nose at the strong smell of incense and nodded back at the shopkeeper with a slight grimace. Then he looked around, staring at a shelf of vases, rice bowls, and pottery before leaning over and whispering, "Anybody else here getting flashbacks to the movie 'Gremlins?'" 

Sara smacked him on the arm, giving him the "shut up!" look, "Maaaatt..."

He gave her that grin of his that he got when he was teasing, "Ok, but if he hands me a Muppet in a box, we are OUT of here." 

Sara pursed her lips at him, but couldn't keep the smile off her face, "I don't remember this shop being here. Must've just opened. Oh Matt! Look at this!"

Matt came over and looked over her shoulder as she held up a tarnished brass box. It was octagonal in shape and about six inches across at the longest point and two inches deep. On the sides there was a five-fingered oriental dragon that looked like it was chasing it's tail. On the top was a series of Chinese Hanzi circling the edges with a large one in the middle. Sara tried to open it, but the lid seemed to be stuck. "Isn't it gorgeous?"

Matt shrugged in half-hearted enthusiasm, "Yeah, it's pretty cool." 

She nudged him playfully, "Imagine if it was cleaned up. If I could get it open it would make a lovely jewelry box, or I could use it for spare change." She gave him wicked grin and leaned in closer whispering, "Or we could put the condoms in it."

He grinned at her, enjoying even the mention of condoms, "You're terrible at hinting, you know that? How much is it?"

She turned the box over to look at the bright fuchsia price tag reading five dollars on the bottom. "Five bucks." 

He took her hand, "Well hey, five bucks for a condom box, sold!" 

She beamed and kissed him on the lips, "Thank you, honey!" 

He kissed her back and came up to the counter while trying not to brush anything off the shelves on the way back. He plunked the box down along with his wallet in front of the shopkeeper, "We'll take this thing."

Sara sighed and nudged him slightly, "We'll take this thing, please."

The shopkeeper smiled indulgently and put down his paper and picked it up, "Ah yes... very nice piece," he said in heavily accented English. He looked at the tag and then hauled out a large ledger, opening it. He scanned a couple columns then nodded, making a note in ledger before closing it, "You are in luck. This is on sale. $2.50."

Matt ignored Sara's prompt for better manners and pulled out three-dollar bills, "Sweeeet. Here you go, man."

The shopkeeper punched open the ancient till next to him with a loud clang of the bell and took out two quarters before wrapping up the little box and putting it in a decorative red gift bag. He tucked the receipt in with it and handed it to Matt with a toothless smile, "Have a good day."

Matt grinned and gave him a backwards head nod by way of acknowledgement, didn't bother to say thank you, and handed Sara the bag when they stepped outside again, "Here you go. Lets get out of here, I'm getting a headache from the smell."

Sara tucked her arm in with his, "You were a bit rude back there."

Matt shrugged, "Whatever. Want to go get some coffee or something?"

"OK." 

***

They got home in the late afternoon to the little one story white clapboard house they had shared since their last year at college. The roommates they used to have long since left, but they had both been able to secure some good jobs after graduation and could still make the rent on their own. They both went into the master bedroom with their day's purchases, and Sara sat on the bed and took out her new little box from the bag and admired it. The bedroom was done in haphazard posters of rock bands and Anime shows, piles of clothing on the floor, a dusty bedside lamp on an old nightstand they'd picked up at a thrift store years ago, and a new blue bedspread they'd picked up only a couple of months ago. 

"You like it?" Matt asked, sitting on the bed next to her and wrapping his arms around her with his chin on her shoulder so he could see the box again from her perspective.

"Mmmhmmm," She said, and tried to open up the box again, straining as hard as she dared without fearing she was going to break it. "I just wish I could open it."

Matt held his hand out for it. She put it in his hand, and he tried to open it himself, his arm shaking a little with the strain. "Yup, it's stuck."

She took it back and looked at it thoughtfully, "With a little lubrication and some fingering, it should work itself open." 

Matt snerked, and she turned her head and saw him smirking. She rolled her eyes when she realized what she'd said, giving him a little shove in the arm, "MEN! You can make ANYTHING sound bad, can't you?" 

He laughed and held his hands up in surrender, "Hey, I didn't say anything! Your mind's the one that went there!" 

"If your mind didn't go there in the first place, how do you know where mine went?" She asked with a grin.

"Because my mind doesn't go there, it LIVES there," He said with the rebellious little smile she'd always found sexy and pulled her into his arms. The moment lapsed into one of intimacy, the both of them smiling at each other knowing both their minds were meeting on the same level. He kissed her on the lips in a way that was more than chaste and less than deep, but still clearly communicated what he wanted. 

She smiled into his mouth, tracing her fingertips over his pectoral, her voice dropping to a purr, "Mmm, maybe we can lubricate it a little later." 

"Mmmm...why wait?" He purred back, slipping his tongue into her mouth. She sighed happily and closed her eyes, fumbling to put the box on the nightstand blindly and promptly forgot about it. He kissed her thoroughly, with her mouthing him back, their blood starting to quicken. He took her earlobe between his teeth gently and worried it a little. Her mind derailed completely, and she writhed a little against him and felt his breath coming hot along her cheeks. 

His hand slid up to cup her breast, his finger running over the already hard tip of her nipple. She could feel the tension in his body, his emotional need pressing in on her mind and against her own needs. She arched into his touch, twisting slightly so she could kiss him. "You've been waiting all day for this, haven't you?" she said knowingly. 

He actually blushed, and she had to laugh. "You are so cute when you do that." 

"Cute enough that I can get in your pants?" He asked with a lecherous grin.

"You can get in my pants anytime if you want honey...they're sitting in the closet over there." 

"Smart ass." 

"Cute ass," She murmured and pressed her lips to his again, his hand massaging her breast a little more firmly. Soon his hand had wormed its way inside her shirt and stroked her with his fingertips. She could feel him already hard through his jeans and pressed against her thigh.

Slowly, they stripped each other of their clothes, and lay on their sides in each other's arms, entwining their legs together. She curled her fingers into his silky hair that went to his shoulder blades and pulled out the ponytail holder gently so it spread out in streaks of black and blue across the pillow as she carded her fingers through it. He moved his head so she could trail her mouth across his jaw. 

"Looks like I wasn't the only one waiting," he said in a somewhat choked voice as she sucked lightly at his throat. 

"Mmm, hush," she murmured, moving her head to take his earring into her mouth and sucking on it until he bucked his hips against her, trying to achieve some friction against her thigh. She scooted down, trailing her mouth down his throat and across his chest. He was wonderfully smooth and she could feel that his muscles hard beneath the skin, making him wonderfully taught. She nipped lightly at his nipples, making him shiver, and his chest rose and fell with ragged breaths. He rolled to his back and she kissed down the center of his chest, across the flat belly, until she could take him in her mouth. He groaned loudly at that. 

She lapped at him gently, starting with his balls and the base of him, nuzzling at the soft dark curls before working her way up the shaft. It twitched and pulsed against her lips, the tip slick and smooth. He tasted delicious. Silky against her tongue, he had a marvelous taste like a rich musk muted with the simple salt of his skin. She moved her lips slowly upwards, licking softly. She ran her tongue around that long hardness like an ice cream cone and heard him cry out.

A few more teasing swipes, then she was at the head, flicking her tongue out to taste the leaking fluid. Matt tried not to thrust his hips into her mouth, but under her talented tongue, he couldn't help but squirm. He writhed, hissing and groaning steadily now, his hands buried in her hair and kneaded at her scalp. Just a little more and he was going to...

She reached between his legs to cup the soft sac, rubbing the skin languidly, teasing and playing with the double hardness. Teasing him with little flicks of her tongue over and around the tip, then without warning, swallowed him whole. 

He gasped at that, as she took him as far down as she could and held him there, then pulled back, then taking him as deep again, then drawing back a little to suck at him hungrily. And he came, hot salty liquid spilling into down her mouth, and she smiled and hummed in pleasure hearing his deep growling cry.

He was still shuddering and gasping when she finally released him and licked her lips. She kissed him again, letting him taste himself on her lips. He pressed her gently onto her back without breaking it and his hand trailed over her stomach to nestle between her legs. He pulled his fingers back and forth over her pussy until she finally broke from the kiss to gasp and arch her back. He trailed his lips down her torso much the same way she had with him, until he returned the favor of nuzzling his face between her legs. He relished her scent, tasting her sweet fluids so warm against his lips, and lapped at her gently like a cat with a dish of cream. Her blood was pounding like a sledgehammer through her veins. The currents of electricity were surging through every millimeter of her nervous system with each swipe of his tongue. She was vaguely aware that she was begging him for more, not to stop, to please...the only things that mattered were his face between her legs, and the raging inferno she could see in his eyes. He suckled her gently, and slipped his delicately pointed tongue between her labia and stroked up and down between them. She couldn't stand it, and exploded into orgasm, her cries sounding like sobs, and her thighs quivering from the force of it. 

When her cries had burned down to hitching gasps, she felt his weight shift from her thigh, felt his other hand push her legs further apart. She reached into the nightstand for a condom and unwrapped it slowly for him, keeping her eyes on him. He was ready again, and she curled her hand around him, stroking him gently as she rolled the latex into place. He pressed the head of his cock hard against her soft folds while he pulled one of her legs up over his shoulder. He braced himself on his knees and leaned forward while she gritted her teeth and clutched the sheets.

A gasp escaped from her as he pushed himself all the way in. Her pussy clenched around him, and he had to keep control of himself so it wouldn't end too soon. He pulled out slowly and kept a tight grip on her leg hooked over his bicep. Angling his hips, he pushed in again, just as slowly, trying to find that one spot that made her eyes glaze over and her breathing hitch. After a moment he did, her pretty brown eyes losing focus and her lips parting. Once he was certain he could slide smoothly, he started moving faster.

She used her legs to pull him closer, to hug him to her body. He reached out and cupped one of her breasts, pinching it lightly. He leaned further forward, thrusting with just his hips now, the rest of him keeping as still as he could, except for his fingers on her breast. She lifted her head and peppered light kisses on his neck and throat, and his eyes fluttered shut and he gave a little moan. 

"God Sara, you're so tight, so hot..." 

"Harder," She gasped, "Oh god, do it harder!" 

He obliged, thrusting harder into her, gritting his teeth and squeezing his eyes shut. She caressed his cheek with her hand; tracing her tan fingers over the white, perfect smoothness of his jaw. The pleasure coil inside wound tight now between them, and then it released like a cord stretched too far. A bolt of white-hot pleasure shot up her spine and wrenched a scream from her mouth as her body bowed and sang with pleasure. Her release triggered his own, and seconds later, he followed with his cries echoing hers. 

After they were able to move again, enjoying the afterglow in each other's arms, Sara reached back for her box again on the night stand. She looked over the dark brown stains, smelling the scent of the metal, more curious than ever to see what it really looked like if it was clean. "Do we have any tarnish remover?" she asked. 

"I think we do in the laundry room." 

"I think I'll make this my project for the night," she said, turning it over in her hands. 

Matt held his hand out for it, "I'll take care of it. Let me go find my toolbox, I think I've got some oil." 

She kissed him on the lips, "I love you." 

"I love you too." 

They dressed in sweats and t-shirts before getting up for their evening routine. Matt found the tarnish remover in a cabinet in the laundry room, and flicked on the TV while he sat down and kicked back on the couch with a rag and to clean it. Sara went into the kitchen to start thinking about what to make for dinner, and Matt poured a bit of the foul smelling remover into the rag and started to rub it over the brass. It turned out to be more difficult than he thought, and he had to lay on the elbow grease to scrub it clean. Soon the brass began to gleam and the Hanzi carved in the lid began to stand out more clearly. The sides took some extra work, but once that was done, the dragon nearly glowed. He rooted around in the toolbox for some oil and peered in close at the box, letting the oil seep into the tiny hinges and wiggling the lid gently. Slowly, it started to give. 

Sara came back out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel, "How's it coming?" 

He wiggled harder, "Just a little more." 

She looked delighted, "Really? You've got it open?" 

"In a minute, it's almost...Hey, I think I got..." 

He never got to finish his sentence. The lid flipped open all the way and there was a blinding flash of light like several flashbulbs going off in the living room. There was no sound except for the both of them gasping. Then Matt slumped to the floor, the world swimming away into blackness. 

Sara gasped, her vision going white. "Matt!" Sara called out, terrified. She blinked hard, trying to clear the spots out of her eyes. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to keep calm before going to her knees and crawling to where she thought he was. Her hand touched his shoulder, and after a moment, the world began to piece itself back together in a haze of purple spots. 

"Matt!" She shook his shoulder, "Are you ok?" 

There was no answer. She stifled a swell of panic and blinked rapidly trying to get her eyesight to come back faster. She saw his form face down on the floor and she managed to roll him onto his side. She heard him make a strange high-pitched groaning sound when she did. 


The Brass Butterfly Ch. 02



This is a collaboration story between me and my friend Black Velvet. Sara belongs to Black Velvet while Matt and Simon belong to me. All written text and characters are copyrighted and may not be used without permission. This story will contain boy/girl, girl/girl, boy/boy, and threesome sexual content. Some chapters may not contain any sexual content. In which case, we also hope you enjoy the story. BTW, we love comments so send them to us, stroke our egos, and we'll give you more faster! 

*

There was nothing left for the couple to do but go home. It took Matt almost two hours to find a comfortable position to lie in that night with her new body; but once she did, they both fell into a light and dreamless sleep. The next morning, Sara got up and called the University of Washington and talked to a woman in the China Studies department. She was careful not to mention exactly the nature of why she wanted the box looked at and thankfully the woman didn't inquire. The secretary promised to get in touch with someone who might be able to help her out and pass along her message. It wasn't much, but it gave Sara a sense of at least trying to do something. 

Matt took a shower while she was on the phone and came out into the living room toweling her hair, still naked. "Did you get hold of anyone?" 

Sara put down the phone and paused to look. Matt's hips were flared and waist narrow, legs long and shapely. Her belly was pale and flat and her chest supported a beautiful set of breasts, full and pert, jiggling softly from the effort of drying her hair. Sara licked her lips unconsciously as her mind started to roam. 

Fingers snapped in front of her face. "Mission control to Sara." 

She shook her head, startled, "What? Oh, no...Unfortunately I had to leave a message with the department secretary."

Matt sighed, her face falling a bit, "Great."

She walked over and put an arm around her waist, "It's better than nothing." She looked down at her body, trying to stifle the mental image of sliding her fingers between Matt's legs and exploring the change a bit more thoroughly herself. She wondered if it was wrong to be curious and turned on by this. It was an awful tragedy, but she couldn't help herself. She licked her lips again and forced herself to look at Matt's face, "And speaking of nothing...let's get you dressed." 

Matt sighed, feeling weary, "I would, but my clothes aren't fitting right anymore. They're too tight in the chest and my pants are too long now." 

"Well we can fix that. Let's go put you in some sweats and I'll loan you one of my oversized t-shirts and we'll run down to the mall and find you some clothes."

Matt groaned, but managed to smile. It made Sara relieved to see it. "I knew you were going to say that. I HATE shopping."

She grinned, "And I love it, so it won't be so bad. Besides, I saw this dress the other day in the window at Macy's and while it wouldn't look right in the waist and hips on me, it would look fabulous on you with your slim build!"

Matt blinked and reddened slightly, "ME? In a dress?"

Sara nodded, becoming more animated as the possibilities spanned out ahead of her. Shopping for another was almost as much fun as shopping for herself, and she loved the idea of getting Matt a whole new wardrobe, "I think it will be easier for you to get used to moving around if you're in a dress or skirt." She tilted her head, "You've got great legs; might as well take advantage it while you can. Oh! And pumps, we'll have to get you a set of pumps at some point, you'd look amazing in them, and really, they aren't that hard to learn to walk in once you get the hang of it..." 

Matt stared at her silently a moment, then turned her head away and said softly, "I'm not a girl, Sara."

Sara fell silent, the silence growing between them. Matt wouldn't look at her and added, "I'm still a guy, and guys don't wear dresses. Well, the normal ones don't."

Sara pouted a little and crossed her arms. "All right. I just thought you'd might like to have some fun with it." 

Matt folded her arms self consciously over her chest, and looked at her through her hair, "Sorry, it's just a little too much like giving in."

Sara wanted to argue, but she could see her point. She shrugged, brushing it off and said casually, "No problem. We can just get you some more jeans and t-shirts while we're at it." 

Matt frowned at her, "No problem? Just like that?" 

"What? You expected me to argue and bully?" she snorted. "Give me a break." 

"No, but the fact you are taking this so well in stride bothers me."

She crossed her arms in front of her chest, "Well, what do you want me to do? Would you rather I become hysterical?"

Matt looked stricken. "YES! I mean, no...aaaargh!" She buried her face in her hands and took a shuddering breath, "I don't know. Because you're so calm makes me think I have to be calm, and what I really want to do is smash every mirror in this house and slit my wrists on the glass."

"All right. We'll get you dressed and head to the gym. You can punch the punching bag for a few."

Matt whipped her head up, eyes flashing, "That's not going to help! I don't want to be seen in public like this! I don't want to wear dresses or look at girl's clothing, or...or..." She sunk to her knees and buried her face in her hands, choking on a wracking sob, "Oh, god..."

Sara dropped her arms, the annoyance seeping away to into contrite. She realized now she'd been insensitive. Matt wasn't expecting her to get hysterical—just give some kind of acknowledgement to how hard this was. She knelt next to her and tentatively put an arm around her. When Matt didn't push her away, she hugged her, and Matt leaned to her almost instantly in need of comfort. She made a few more sobbing breaths, keeping her head down and said miserably, "Fuck. What did I do to deserve this?" 

Sara rubbed her back. "Shhhh. I don't think you did anything. It just happened. Fate is funny that way."

She took several more breaths, trying to stop crying. "God, I wish the expert would get back to us."

"Matt?"

"Yeah?"

She curled her hands into hers, "We'll get through this."

Matt lifted her head from Sara's shoulder, not wanting to voice the question, but feeling like it had to be said. "What if I'm stuck like this the rest of my life?"

Sara had been trying since last night to prepare an answer for this. She knew it would come up sooner or later. "Well then, we'll just find someone who'd be willing to certify that you had a sex change operation, then get your records changed, move to Hawaii and get married." 

Matt looked like she wasn't sure what that meant. She blinked a few times, "Are you joking?" 

Sara smiled gently, making an attempt at humor. "Well, we can do it in Virginia if you'd prefer, I rather like Hawaii...Yes, I'm serious Matt."

"I thought you were kidding earlier when you said you'd love me like this." The tears lapsed away on this revelation, and she looked dumbfounded. 

She blinked, "I thought you knew."

Her eyes widened and she shook her head, "No...I had NO idea you swung that way."

She blushed slightly and nodded, "I haven't, not since I've been with you, but I did have a couple of girlfriends once."

Matt was silent, taking all of that in. Sara almost held her breath and watched her. The glow of the mid-morning light made her lover's skin glow and she felt nervous having revealed this to her. She wasn't sure why, but she also wasn't sure how she was going to react if Matt rejected the idea of them staying together like this. 

Then Sara saw some of her lover's old humor flash back into her face with the teasing grin. "Wow. If I had known that, I might have asked you if I could watch!"

Sara laughed, the tension releasing with it, "I would have let you if you asked!"

Matt started laughing, "Watch it, I might still take you up on it." 

Sara grinned at her wickedly and pressed herself against her. "Well, now you don't have to just watch now do you?" 

Matt blinked, "Hey, you're right." She was silent a moment, marveling at that concept. "Sara? Thanks." 

Sara hugged her. "Of course, sweetie." Matt gave her a kiss, and she kissed back then chuckled as their breasts rubbed together, "You're softer now."

Matt pulled back and adjusted her breasts, holding them in her palms like she wasn't sure what to do with them. "These things are going to take me forever to get used to. They get in the way of everything!" She dropped them again, letting them bounce a bit. 

Sara reached out and gently palmed them, "That's why you need to wear a bra. We really need to see if I have anything that fits you." 

Matt shivered and sucked in her breath as she touched them, her nipples hardening rapidly. "I don't want to wear a bra."

Sara shook her head with a smile, sliding her fingers over her soft flesh, lifting them and kneading them. "You're about the same size I am. You have to wear one, or your back will start to ache with the unaccustomed weight up front pulling down." 

Matt bit her lip then sighed, "You're the natural born woman."

"I know how I feel if I go without support for too long." She pinched her nipples lightly, gratified again by another gasp, and stood up. "C'mon, lets go see what you look like in my underwear."

Matt rolled her eyes and blew some hair out of her face. "I wonder how many girlfriends say THAT to their boyfriends, even without the involuntary sex changes."

She chuckled, "More than we really want to know?" She winked at her, "I've been dying to say it for awhile now." 

Matt wrinkled her nose at her, but couldn't help smiling. "I BET. You knew I'd tell you "HELL NO" in any other situation, right?" 

"Maybe, maybe not... but we'll never know, will we?" Sara laughed. 

Matt gave her a strangled look, and Sara realized what she'd just said. The humor faded from her face. "I...I'm sorry hun, I didn't mean it that way." 

Matt sighed, "I know, it just...never mind." 

Sara took her hand again, running her other hand over her girlfriend's jaw, "It's temporary, you'll see. Who knows? You could be back to normal in a few days." 

Matt looked like she was going to protest and Sara kissed her again to stop it. "You'll be fine. One thing at a time, remember?" 

Sara started to lead her to the bedroom, but just as they got to the door, the phone rang. They looked at each other with wide eyes and Sara dived for the phone by the bedside table. 

"Hello?"

A deep rumbling voice with a light Welsh accent on the other end said, "Is this Sara Sloane?" 

She frowned slightly, "This is she. May I help you?"

"Hi there, this is Simon Webb. Do you remember me? We went to school together." 

Sara did a double take, surprised and delighted, "Simon? Oh my gosh! It's been years!" She covered the mouthpiece, "It's Simon!"

Matt stared at her like she wasn't getting it and did the palm up gesture for Simon WHO?! 

Simon laughed into the receiver, "Yeah, funny coincidence this, but I'm working over here at the UW in the China Studies department, and the secretary told me you needed some help with a Chinese antique with some writing on it. I saw the name and thought, "Couldn't be!" but well, small world, right?"

Sara giggled into the phone "Very small." She mouthed to Matt 'Simon WEBB' "We haven't seen you since sophomore year when you went to complete your studies abroad." 

"I did that. I spent four years in China. Now I teach Chinese history here at the U and I'm working on my Ph.D." 

"That's wonderful! I guess it's my good luck that it's you and not a complete stranger... The situation surrounding the antique is...sensitive." Matt gave her a sharp warning look and Sara made a calming gesture with her hand to her to hold on a moment. 

Simon sounded puzzled, "Oh? In what way?"

"Hang on a moment, Simon," She put the phone on mute before looking at Matt. "Are you willing to let Simon know about what's going on? It would probably help him to understand and maybe give him a clue as to how to reverse this." 

Matt frowned, blowing hard through her nose. She really didn't want to tell anybody yet of what had happened, but not being able to think of a better option, she said, "It's been years since we saw him, but I don't think I have much choice. I'd trust him more than a stranger. It's going to be damned awkward to spring on him though." 

She nodded, "One thing at a time." She un-muted the phone, "Sorry about that Simon, I had to ask Matt something."

"Matt? The same one you dated in college?"

She chuckled and pinkened slightly, "Yes, the same Matt I dated in college..." she glanced over and Matt smiled in satisfaction, "Well, maybe not exactly the same. He is a bit different these days." 

"Really. Ok, well, I don't have much time to talk right now, but I would love to get together with the both of you to talk about this box of yours. Do you have time to come by my office tomorrow to discuss it? Say, around 2?"

She looked at Matt and put her hand over the mouthpiece, "2 p.m. tomorrow at his office?"

Matt's eyes widened and she nodded her head vigorously. 

Sara grinned. "2 p.m. sounds fine Simon. We'll be there. Thank you so much for doing this."

"It's my pleasure. I'm looking forward to catching up with you as well. Bye."

"Bye." She hung up, unable to get the grin off her face, "See? Fate is being very kind to us... Simon will be discreet and understanding."

Matt looked at the ceiling, as if she could see through it to the sky, "FINALLY something is going my way. Though I'm not sure Simon is going to believe this."

"Well, he'll believe it when he sees it."

Matt nodded, "Well...I guess if we're going to see him...we better get me some clothes, hunh?"

Sara smiled broadly, "You mean it?" 

Matt smiled back, "Yeah. I mean it." 

"OK! Right. Shall we?" Sara said, gesturing to the closet and pulling the door with the full-length mirror in place in front of Matt, who was still naked. She went to the dresser drawer next and started pulling out some underwear. She handed her a pair of clean bikini briefs that were covered in a green and while tropical flower pattern she had hardly used. They were the type she wore when she wanted to be comfortable and lazy. "Put these on first."

Matt looked at them and felt the rise of a protest against the choice of undies, but decided against it and finally stepped into them. "This is too weird."

Sara smiled gently, "I know."

Matt settled the elastic on her hips, feeling the cotton caressing her pussy and having the strangest combination sense of not having to do the routine of tucking, but also of déjà vu. 

Sara came up behind her. "Hold out your arms."

She did without protest, and Sara moved around, slipping a front closure bra up and over one arm, then the other, and adjusting the back before coming around in front and helping her into the cups. She snapped the bra closed and then gently scooped her breasts into the cups so they sat right.

Matt now had some major cleavage. She lowered her arms and looked in the mirror. "Now I look like a Victoria Secret model." She moved this way and that to look at herself in the mirror, and she hunched her shoulders a couple of times and fidgeted in discomfort from not being used to the new garment. "This thing itches." 

Sara showed her how to adjust the straps so they fitted more comfortably but wouldn't fall down. "It will feel better once we get some in your size. You're at least one bra cup size up from me." 

"And you are?" 

"42 C." 

"I have no idea what that means." 

"I'll explain it to you later. It means you're bigger than me and I'm jealous." She came up behind her and slipped her arms around her waist, hands on her flat stomach and put her head on Matt's shoulder so she could see what Matt was seeing as closely as possible. They both looked in the full-length mirror for a moment, pondering their reflections, and Sara said, "Beautiful."

Matt leaned into her. "It's so...strange. Like I'm not really looking at myself."

She nodded and laid a soft kiss on her shoulder. Her hands slowly traced up her body to cup her breasts, lifting them. Matt made a small moan, her hands cupping over hers and her eyes shutting briefly with the intense sensation. "Jesus...that feels good." 

Sara laid another soft kiss on her shoulder and squeezed her lover's tits gently, rubbing the palms against her nipples, "I never realized how sensitive you were there."

Matt arched into the touch. "I've never been this stacked, before." She looked down at their hands holding her breasts. "I think I'm getting turned on just looking at myself. How perverted is that?"

Sara moved from around back to around front, blocking Matt's view of the mirror and locking her eyes with her. Then she slid one hand from her tits around to cupping Matt's ass and pulling her forward, "You may be a woman on the outside, but on the inside you're still a red hot blooded American male."

Matt hissed and gripped her ass back. "And I'm horny as hell. You've been teasing me all morning. If I have to be stuck as a woman, I wanna enjoy it."

Sara tweaked her nipples. "That's my boy." She stepped back, spanking her butt lightly, "C'mon—finish getting naked so I can have my way with you."

Matt gasped at the spank and covered her rear, "You're a damned tease."

She chuckled and pulled off her t-shirt showing of her own lacy white bra. "Then why don't you come over here and teach me a lesson?" 

Matt's hands went to the front hook of her bra, and she unsnapped it without any trouble, dropping it to the floor as her breasts bounced free. "I plan to." She said, walking up to Sara and promptly did the same to her bra, unsnapping it with the ease of years of practice so Sara's tanned orbs with their hard brown nipples were revealed. 

Sara chuckled, "I see I don't have to teach you THAT part." 

"I like taking them off much better then I like putting them on," Matt murmured, kissing her lover hungrily. 

Sara rubbed against her, melting into the kiss before trailing down her torso. She paused to suck on her nipples, her tongue laving them to wet peaks—and she gasped when she blew cool air over them. Matt moaned, her head rolling back as she tangled her hands into the nest of black silky hair on Sara's head. Sara started dragging her towards the bed. Matt managed to get her wriggled out of the sweats and panties she was wearing, and was eager to return the favor. She placed little butterfly kisses over Sara's belly and lower, and Sara widened her legs. Sara was really curious to see about Matt, since she seemed to be in a more agreeable mood and would let her take a close look to see, but...Oh! Maybe she could wait a little longer...

She whimpered at the first stroke of her tongue moving up her slit with decadent slowness. Nobody else would ever have known that Matt wasn't a natural born lesbian. Sara had taught him all the tricks she'd learned with her own girlfriends years ago, and she hissed through her teeth, "Oh yeah baby...please..." Matt held her thighs apart, occasionally kissing them and delivering a little bite to them. Her tongue found its way between her labia, lapping up and down with vigor. Sara's moans were coming more rapidly and she started to toy with her own breasts, pulling at the nipples and trying to hold still. Matt sucked her clit into her mouth and suckled her hard and she cried out. She was spinning out of control as she pleasured her and she hissed and moaned wordlessly. Matt's multicolored hair brushed her thighs again and again as she moved her head rhythmically. Sara finally screamed, her insides convulsing hard, exploding in sensation. She was only vaguely aware of Matt slowing and stopping her ministrations and rising up to kiss her on the cheek. 





The Brass Butterfly Ch. 02



"Mmm, now it's your turn," Sara said lazily. 

"I can hardly wait," Matt said, though by the sound of it, she was a little apprehensive. 

"It'll be fun, trust me." Sara lifted her head and kissed her, tasting herself on her lover's lips. 

Matt lay on her back and Sara peeled her panties slowly down her long legs and tossed them to the floor. Matt still looked nervous, but made no protest as Sara spread her thighs and ran her fingers through the soft curls. The skin was soft and yielding, already wet. Sara lifted the first few drops of moisture to her lips, eager to taste her lover this way for the first time. She licked her fingers while Matt watched, and Matt shivered all over.

Sara inspected her lover's pussy slowly, "It's amazing. So natural looking." 

Matt trembled, "Doesn't feel quite natural." 

Sara ran her thumb over Matt's hard little clit. "Oh? How does that feel?" 

"Weird, but good." 

Sara teased her a bit more, using her thumb and forefinger to roll her clit gently, plucking at it and smoothing back it's hood to finger the tip. Matt gasped and jerked, retreating a bit. 

"Sorry!" Sara laughed, "It's probably a lot more sensitive than what you're used to." 

"Y-yeah. Wow." 

She let Sara spread her thighs again, and Sara parted her labia slightly, looking more closely. "Oh my." 

"What?" Matt asked, trying to sit up and look. 

"You have a hymen," Sara ran her finger over it very gently. 

"I do? You mean, not only do I have a pussy, I have a virgin pussy?" 

Sara chuckled, "It looks like it, honey." Sara bent her head ran her tongue along it. "I like the idea of taking your virginity." 

Matt groaned, half with pleasure, half with disgust at the idea of losing her virginity again. "Oh, don't even joke." 

Sara giggled and gave her clit a few quick flicks with her tongue. "Well first we have to get you hot. Not that you aren't all ready, but I want to lick you first." 

"Mmm, I don't have a problem with that." 

Sara pressed her tongue to her clit, giving her a few rough rubs with it and was gratified when Matt's hips writhed. It'd been a long time since she'd done this, but discovered it was really the sort of thing you don't forget. 

"So this is what it feels like," Matt gasped. 

"Mmm, how does it compare to a blow job?" Sara asked, sucking on it. 

"It's like...Unh! It feels similar, but not the same...like it's harder to get the feeling, but the feeling is more...unh...concentrated," She arched backwards, "Oh god, don't stop."

Sara hummed gently and started to trace the alphabet with her tongue over her lover's clit. She tried nipping along her thighs as well, and soon Matt was making a high staccato of sounds. She started running her tongue rapidly over her soft little nether lips.

"God, I feel...it's incredible. Ohhhh..." 

"Mmmhmmm," Sara lapped harder, "It's part of the pleasures of being a woman." 

Matt didn't reply; she was too busy throwing her head back and crying out wordlessly. Sara grabbed her hips and held her, keeping up the motions until Matt's cries turned to panting and the tension flowed from her body.

Matt breathed heavily for a minute, "That was...wow." 

Sara crawled up to lay beside her and kissed her, "Would you be mad at me if I said I was a little jealous? I mean—that you get to feel it both ways." 

"No...I wouldn't wish this situation on anyone but...THAT was something everyone should feel." She sighed happily, suddenly looking euphoric, and Sara laughed. 

"You think it would lead to world peace and a greater understanding between the sexes?" Sara giggled.

"Honey, all it would cause is for the stock market to crash, businesses to close, governments to halt, and world domination by condom companies." 

Sara laughed again, and said, "Mmm, well now of course you know, we aren't done yet," Sara sat up and leaned over the bed. Matt enjoyed the sight of her upraised ass as she rooted around for something under the bed and came up with a shoebox. She opened it and it was full of vibrators, dildos, and other toys. "How about this?" she asked, pulling out the smallest of the dildos, which was roughly six inches in length. 

Matt froze. "Uh, I'd rather not." 

Sara pouted prettily, "Aw, why not? It's part of the experience." She started to crawl forward. 

Matt closed her legs, "I just...don't. The idea kind of freaks me out."

"Why?" 

"I'm still not a girl, Sara. I need some time to get used to the idea." 

"Ok, you're right, how about if we do it with fingers?" 

Matt squirmed, "Another time." 

"Just one finger?" 

"Awww, give me a break, this is only my first day as a lesbian!" 

"Ok, ok," Sara frowned but nodded. "I understand." She kissed her. "When you're ready. In the meantime..." She handed her the dildo, "You can use it on me." 

Matt took it, and looked at it. "I didn't even know you had these." 

"Goes to show how often you clean under the bed." 

Matt snickered, "Ok, ok. But I like the idea of watching you use one, or using it on you." 

Sara smiled and lay down again, spreading out and getting comfortable. "Good." 

Matt exchanged the smaller dildo for a large purple one with small nubs running up the length of the shaft. She placed it against Sara's slit, pulling her apart so it would slide in smoothly, hovering over to watch her face while it did. 

Sara squeezed her eyes shut, her head turning to the side and she bit her knuckle, making a muffled moan. 

"You like that?" Matt asked softly. 

"Oh yes," Sara breathed. 

"Yeah, let me give it to you a little more," Matt said, and started to pump with her hand, just a little bit at first, then building up in the intensity and speed. Sara made a small shriek of pleasure and tossed her head to the side. Matt watched her hand and what it was doing with fascination. She'd never really been able to watch what went on 'down there' before, and watching the dildo sliding in and out was really turning her on. Maybe if she ever got back into her old body she'd have Sara pull these out again sometime. 

Sara clawed at the sheets and Matt held onto her thigh, lifting it over one hip. She moved so she could move her hand smoother and easier, the sweat beading down her temple. Sara finally threw back her head and screamed her name, writhing hard and soaking her hand with her juices. 

When she was finally done and coherent, Sara panted, "Maybe when we go to the mall, we'll see about getting you a strap on." 

"The mall can wait a day or two," Matt said, rolling on top of her again. 

To Be Continued... 



The Brass Butterfly Ch. 03



This is a collaboration story between me and my friend Black Velvet. Sara belongs to Black Velvet while Matt and Simon belong to me. All written text and characters are copyrighted and may not be used without permission. This story will contain boy/girl, girl/girl, boy/boy, and threesome sexual content. Some chapters may not contain any sexual content. In which case, we also hope you enjoy the story. Feel free to stroke our egos, we love getting comments! Stroke them enough and we'll give you more faster. :) 

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The next day they showed up at the UW campus at 2:00 on the dot at Simon's office, after getting a bit lost. Matt figured she should wait outside for a while before going in, in order not to scare the hell out of Simon the first time around. She didn't want to put it in his head that they were playing some weird practical joke on him and piss him off to the point where he'd refuse to help. Sara pointed out he might think that anyway since there really was no good way of explaining it without sounding like a lunatic, but eventually agreed that going slower might be the safer route. Sara knocked on the door alone, and heard the rumble of Simon's muffled reply to enter. 

The office wasn't that big, and was cluttered with books, papers, and some Chinese knick-knacks. The carpet was deep red and a bit stained, and there was a large oak desk with stacks of papers lined up in piles around the edges, filled paper sorters, and an open laptop. Simon looked up from the laptop when she came in and smiled. 

Sara's breath caught in her throat and her mind went temporarily blank. 

Simon Webb had always been cute in an awkward sort of way, but now he'd become outright gorgeous. His mother was Chinese and his father was Welsh, so he had the slender pointed face and straight silky blue-black hair of his mother, which he'd grown so long it was wound in a neat and tight braid down to the middle of his back. The rest of his features—including a striking set of round blue eyes—were all Caucasian. His parents had moved to the United States from Wales when he was in his teens, and somehow he'd grown up much taller than either of them. He was at least six foot two, with had broad shoulders and arms. Not so broad that it made Sara think of a body builder, but broad in that she could tell he worked out regularly. His tailored gray pinstripe slacks, black shoes, and a white button down shirt were simple, but flattered his body, and a pair of slim-framed wire rimmed glasses enhanced those incredible blue eyes. He smiled brilliantly at Sara when he saw her, and got up with his arms opening for a hug. His voice was a sexy and smooth baritone with a light Welsh accent, "Sara, it's great to see you again!"

She hugged him and forced her mind to focus. "Likewise, Simon. When did you get back into town?"

He pulled her close to him—and he smelled good, like some very nice, light and spicy aftershave. "I've been teaching here for about a year or so now."

She pulled back and slapped his arm playfully, "A whole year and you never once tried to find us?"

He put his hands up in surrender, "Ok, I give. But I figured you guys would have moved on, and it would have been awkward. Speaking of guys, where's Matt? I thought he was going to come with you."

She sobered, "He's—here. He's in the hallway waiting. He wanted me to talk to you first and explain a few things."

Simon's brow creased in concern, "Is he ok?"

She gestured with her hand, not quite sure how to answer. "In a manner of speaking. He's okay, but you might want to sit down." 

He looked perplexed and scratched the back of his head. "Well, all right." He turned and pulled a chair out for her and gestured for her to sit in front of his desk and took his seat around the other side, "We'll get down to business then so he's not stuck in the hall for too much longer. What's going on?"

Sara pulled the box out of her purse and started to tell him the story—how they found it, how the lid wouldn't open, and what happened to Matt when he finally opened it.

Simon took the box and adjusted his glasses, looking it over while she talked. He opened up a bottom drawer of his desk, and pulled out a cloth and rubbed some of the symbols so he could read it better. He said nothing when Sara finished her story, studying the box intently. 

She looked at him nervously. "Can I let Matt in now? She...he's not too comfortable in public at the moment."

Simon looked at her, face neutral, but serious. "You're telling me he opened this box and now he's a girl?"

She nodded, "Yes." 

He lifted one eyebrow and looked warily at her like he was expecting her to pull some bizarre prank on him. "Ohhhkaaaaay." 

She got up and opened the door, gesturing to Matt. "Come in now."

Matt came in and Simon stood up. They stared at each other and Matt had the same reaction that Sara did, struck suddenly and hard with how handsome Simon was. It took her a moment to realize she was staring at him, and she felt sheepish. Embarrassed, she finally cleared her throat and said, "Hi, Simon, long time, no see."

Simon was silent. He stared some more at Matt then he looked at Sara like he was wondering what the hell they were both doing in his office. 

Matt shifted uncomfortably from one leg to another, her eyes flicking from Simon to Sara and back. 

Sara coughed nervously. "Simon?"

Simon shook his head. "I-I don't understand this."

Matt looked at Sara. "You did tell him, right?" 

Sara looked desperate. "Of course I did! I'm telling you the truth Simon, this is Matt, the same guy we went to college with!" 

Simon leaned over his desk, palms down on top of it. "I'm waiting for the punch line here, folks."

Sara pursed her lips, went over to the desk and leaned over it, mimicking him with palms down and looked him in the eye. "There is no punch line Simon. Matt was cleaning the box; it opened and there was a flash of light. When we could see again, he was like this." She gestured back at Matt. "The key is in that box and you're the one who can translate it and or research the history of it." Her look softened. "You're the only one we can trust with this Simon."

Simon's face was almost kissably close. He looked more confused than ever and looked at Matt again, "Ok, fine. Tell me something only Matt would know."

Matt frowned, "Is this really necessary?" 

Simon narrowed his eyes, "You really expect me to swallow that you spontaneously turned into a girl?"

Matt sighed. "Fine. Back in our second year, you told me you were bisexual and had your first date with a guy. But you were too scared to death to tell anybody about it except for me. I recommended you two go to this restaurant on First Street, and you were so nervous, you dropped a whole plate of fettuccine into this guy's lap."

Simon gasped, his jaw dropping. "Oh my god."

Sara looked at Simon. "Well?"

Simon came around the desk and up to Matt. They stared at each other some more and Simon leaned forward to inspect her face. Matt brought her head back and watched Simon warily. Simon shook his head and looked like he was trying to reconcile the idea. Then suddenly he reached out and squeezed one of Matt's breasts. 

Matt yelped and jumped about a foot in the air. They both stumbled backwards, Matt putting her hands up protectively over her breasts and gasped, "JESUS Simon, I'm happy to see you too, but PERSONAL SPACE HERE!"

Simon nearly tripped over a chair and leaned back heavily against it, all the color drained from his face with one hand on his chest as if trying to prevent a heart attack. "I didn't want to believe it, but it's true!"

"Christ," Matt said, unnerved and angry, "I hope I'm not going to have to spend the rest of my life having people grab my tits in order to prove myself." Sara came over and put an arm around Matt, ignoring her sarcasm and looking at Simon. "So can we trust you? Will you help us?"

Simon nodded and straightened up and pulled some of his hair out of his face, trying to compose himself. "I...yes, of course. I—I won't say anything...nobody would believe me!"

Matt let out a breath of relief. "Thanks, man. I know this is kind of awkward to spring on you, but imagine how I feel!"

Simon made a weak and slightly strained chuckle. "Kind of soft and full." 

Matt reddened and grinned, straining to go along with the joke. "Har har. Good to see you're still the same bastard you always were. Can we talk about how to get me back to normal now?"

Simon cleared his throat and walked around his desk again. "Of course, of course. Come sit down while I look over this box again."

Sara sat down and leaned forward anxiously, gesturing for Matt to stop being rude and sit down. Matt sighed and did, sitting like a guy with her legs open and arms draped on the back of the chair.

Simon rubbed the box and peered at the writing again. He spent a long time looking it over, opening the box carefully, and looking inside at the writing under the lid as well. Nothing happened to him. The box opened normally and passively. He spent a lot of time turning it over, furrowing his brow, and adjusting his glasses. Then he'd repeat the process over again. The silence stretched out for a long time, and as much as neither of the two women secretly admitted they minded watching Simon do this, Matt fidgeted uncomfortably for a while and finally couldn't stand it anymore. "Well?!"

Simon looked up, "I don't know. I've never seen most of these symbols before." 

They let out a collective breath of exasperation and disappointment. Simon shrugged, "Don't panic yet. I can tell you this much, that I think it's a genuine article. I couldn't tell you how old it is, but I was able to recognize one word," He held up the box and pointed at the large symbol in the middle, "This large one here is the symbol for 'butterfly.'" 

"Butterfly?" 

"Yes. The butterfly usually represents joy and marriage in Chinese Mythology, but it can also represent change. Butterfly is pronounced in homonym with the word die, which means "80 years old." 'Die' is also pronounced similar to another word, which means to "pile up" or "repeat" - and thus given the meaning "many." This couples with the imagery of the dragon along the sides. Dragons are representative of many things in Chinese mythology from royalty to rain, but they essentially embody eternity and the Yin to Yang, that sort of thing."

Matt sighed, "And this helps me how?"

Simon put the box down. "Well, it's just a theory of mine right now, but since the Yin-Yang is one, and the universe moves forever in a Circle, I'd say if you can get to be what you are now, you can get back to being what you were."

Sara shook her head. "What?"

Simon folded his hands on his desk patiently. "There is a REALLY good chance that we can make Matt male again." 

Both of them let out a huge sigh of relief, and Sara said, "Oh Simon, that's wonderful news!" 

Simon smiled gently in appreciation, but held up a hand. "Don't thank me yet. I still haven't the foggiest idea how this could have happened or what triggered it. Sara's handled the box, I've handled the box, and we've both done the exact same things to it that Matt did when her...uh...his accident happened. And we are fine. So it doesn't seem to be triggered by cleaning or opening the lid like a genie in a lamp or something like that." 

He picked up the box again and turned it over showing more Hanzi in crude scratching on the bottom. "As I said, most of the rest of what's written on it is alien to me, and I read and speak several dialects of Chinese fluently. These marks here are the name of a village and a location near Qinling Mountains. That's a very good clue; it gives me a place to start. But it will take some research before I can tell you more. Could be a few days."

Matt choked, her voice rising. "A few DAYS?! What am I going to do until then?! Hide in our house and look up drive-through sex change operations?!"

Sara put a hand on her arm, trying to control Matt's panic, "Sweetie..."

Simon gave them both an apologetic grin, "Well, it's good to see you haven't changed TOO much. You still have that winning personality."

Sara gave Matt a warning look, "Just ignore her...him...Simon. Sh—he's been having a rough time lately. Okay, so what can we do to help you?"

He sat back and smiled, "Well, you can accompany me out to dinner tomorrow night. Matt's case of PMS or no, I still want to catch up with you both."

Sara smiled back, "Well only if Matt's comfortable going out. Otherwise you should just come over to our place and I'll cook up some lasagna."

Matt looked at the floor, "Well..."

Simon said quickly, "Think of it as a temporary situation, Matt. If you're going to be a woman temporarily, you should enjoy what the other side gets to do, right?"

Matt rolled his eyes, "You always were a bigger geek than me, you just want to show off the fact you have two girls hanging off your arm for once."

"Honey!" Sara said, appalled. 

Simon smiled slowly, "True. But I wouldn't mind that if you were a guy, either, remember?"

Matt turned bright red and Simon laughed, "Gotcha!"

Matt slapped her forehead. "Argh! Ok, fine, let's go out, what the hell...I don't want your creepy ass in my house."

Simon laughed harder and Sara chuckled and shook her head. "All right you two." She looked back at Simon. "Where are you treating us to?"

He thought about it. "Are you both still into Thai food? I know a great place nearby."

Sara nodded, "Sounds good to me."

Matt followed suit, "Ok." 

Simon smiled, "Great!" He looked at the clock and picked up the box and a set of keys from a key ring and walked over to a locking cabinet behind him. "I'm going to need to keep this while I research it, I hope you don't mind. I've got to run. I have a class to teach. Meet you here tomorrow at say--six?" 

Sara nodded and stood. "Not at all. Good luck with it." 

Matt shrugged. "Good for me, considering I'm on Gender Identity Crisis Leave from work."

She nodded. "We're both on leave for now. If Tony needs me in the office, I wouldn't be there more than an hour or two in the morning." 

Matt looked at Simon. "Level with me...Are you serious about this taking days?" she asked.

Simon sobered, his face becoming serious. "I'm not going to build your hopes up. It's going to take me a while, and it could even take me months or years, god forbid. But I promise you, I'll do my best for you, I'll work on this as long as it takes. I won't know one way or another how it will go until I start, but I promise to keep you updated." 

Matt nodded, "Thanks, man." 

Sara came up and hugged Simon, "See you tomorrow."

Simon looked at Matt, and there was a moment of confusion that crossed his face of whether he should hug her or not, and then he stuck his hand out. They shook, "Sorry about the grope, earlier." 

Matt quirked her mouth, "Not THAT sorry." 

Simon smiled slowly at her again and said softly, "You're right." 

Matt's face slackened a bit and she was speechless, which wasn't something she was often. Sara wondered if Simon was really being serious and if he was, she wasn't sure this was appropriate. Simon reached over and grabbed his jacket to put on over the shirt and then patted Matt once on the shoulder firmly, like he would do for another man. He let them out, waving and telling them he'd see them tomorrow as he walked off in the opposite direction. 

As they walked down the hall back to the parking garage, Matt looked at Sara. "What was that all about?"

Sara glanced at her with a smirk. "He's flirting."

Matt stuffed her hands in her pockets. "Are you sure? I think he's just trying to mess with my head."

She chuckled and rolled her eyes. "That too. He's flirting with you exactly the way he flirted with me when I first met him...before he knew I was with you."

Matt eyed her askance. "I didn't know that. Did you ever date him?"

Sara stopped and looked at her, making Matt stop as well. "I met him when you and I were first dating. I went to dinner with him one time, but that was it." She shrugged, "He's cute, but he's not you," she said with a smile. 

Matt blushed a bit at that and smiled at her shoes. "Thanks. I appreciate that. He's really...uh, changed hasn't he? He looks like he just walked out a magazine, DAMN. He was such a dork when we were in school, but...wow." Her eyes widened and she blushed suddenly, "I didn't mean that."

Sara chuckled and gave her a kiss. "It's okay, I know what you mean," she said as she took Matt's hand. "C'mon...let's go home. I need..." she yawned and grinned, "A nap. You kept me up kind of late last night." 

"That sounded like a complaint to me," Matt said, teasing. 

"Who's complaining?" Sara said with a wicked grin, and they finished walking the rest of the way to the car. 

To Be Continued... 



The Brass Butterfly Ch. 04



This is a collaboration story between me and my friend Black Velvet. Sara belongs to Black Velvet while Matt and Simon belong to me. All written text and characters are copyrighted and may not be used without permission. This story will contain boy/girl, girl/girl, boy/boy, and threesome sexual content. Some chapters may not contain any sexual content. In which case, we also hope you enjoy the story. Feel free to stroke our egos, we love getting comments! Stroke them enough and we'll give you more faster. :)

Their trip to the mall having been delayed with exploring each other, Sara insisted on dragging Matt out to the mall the next day to get her some better fitting clothes of her own—before they met with Simon for dinner that night. Matt had argued again about doing it since it seemed like a waste to spend money on clothes—after all, she wasn't planning on staying a girl for long. Sara had pointed out she at least needed underwear and once at the mall, had managed to get her new clothes in general. Matt's new wardrobe pretty much looked like her old wardrobe, except for a few feminine pieces for times where it might be really "necessary" for Matt to look and act the part of a true girl. Their last stop was JC Penney's department store and its lingerie department. 

Sara looked around then stopped in front of a rack of lacy teddies and held one out one that matched the blue of Matt's hair. "What about this one?"

Matt's eyes widened. "That? I wouldn't even know how to get INTO that!" 

Sara grinned and waggled her eyebrows. "I'd be happy to show you how to get into it." 

Matt lifted her pierced eyebrow. "And take me right out of it again if last night was any indication. What's the point of getting me lingerie if you're just going to take it off me again a minute later?"

Sara chuckled and put the teddy back on the rack. "Welcome to the woman's side of the bedroom. Let me at least have my fantasies." 

Matt snorted, "You're going to owe me in back fantasies when I get my body back, I think."

Sara giggled, "Deal." 

Matt looked around at the acres of bras, panties, and lingerie. "Good god, this is an inhuman amount of underwear. Do girls really NEED this much?" 

"Oh yeah. For bras you've got your cross straps, M-frames, sports bras, trainer bras, wonder bras, seamless, softcup, maternity, wired, wireless—that's just to start. Then for your panties you have your high rises, bikini cuts, boy shorts, thongs, G-strings—" 

Matt shook her head rapidly, as if trying not to let all of that information stick, "I get the picture! Don't women have any uncomplicated underwear?"

"Honey, there is nothing uncomplicated about women's underwear. Except maybe granny panties."

Matt pursed her lips and winced at the mention of granny panties. "Ok, I won't stoop that low."

Sara chuckled again and started walking from the lingerie into the bras section, "I don't know. Your ass could fill out a pair of those panties nicely. C'mon, we'll look for some sports bras and cotton bikinis."

Matt followed her through the sports bras. "Are you saying my ass is big?"

She rolled her eyes. "No, I'm saying that it's cute and round and would look really hot in a pair of full panties." She gave her a wicked grin. "You know I'm an ass woman."

Matt gave her a wry teasing grin in return. "Must be why you put up with me. In fact, I remember your girlfriends saying that when you started going out with me. Most of them were wondering if you needed an MRI."

She grinned, "A couple of them actually asked if I was dying once."

"Oh, that's harsh." 

Sara leaned over and kissed her lips lightly, "Don't say it if you can't take it...do you want bikini or boy shorts?"

Matt blinked, "Whossawha?"

Sara picked up two pairs of underwear. One looked like the typical bikini briefs that Sara wore made out of satiny material. The other pair looked like a pair of really skimpy boxers made out of silk and lace. 

Matt frowned, looking at them uncertainly. "Well...uh," She finally pointed to the briefs. "I guess that kind. I've never been much into boxers, and to tell the truth, those scare me." She winced at the lace on the "Boy Shorts."

Sara grinned at her, totally enjoying herself. She put both back on the rack before going to a display stand and picked up a couple packages. She held them up, "How about these cotton ones? You didn't look like you wanted lace."

Matt was relieved, "That's fine." 

Sara handed her the packages and the hangers with the bras they had picked out earlier, then headed towards nightwear. "A couple of night shirts and something silky for me to rip off of you..." She gave Matt a mischievous look, and Matt almost tripped over her feet when she said it, making Sara laugh. 

"Sara?" 

A woman's voice from behind them made them turn around and blink. Both of them felt an instant sinking of doom when they saw who it was. 

Sara recovered first. "Jill! Hi, nice to see you. How are you?"

Jill was a tall, thin woman without much curve, and blonde wavy hair that bobbed just above her shoulders. She had been friends with Sara since high school, and she came up and beamed at the both of them. "Very good." she said, and turned to look at Matt. Matt froze. She felt her face drained of all color and she started looking around for a place to hide. 

The light of recognition died on Jill's face to be replaced with confusion. She looked Matt over and while it was a little too obvious that Matt was indeed a woman, from the expression on Jill's face, she recognized him but clearly didn't understand what she was looking at. 

Sara saw this and asked quickly, "How's Damon?"

Jill blinked and looked away from Matt. Deciding the question was much easier to deal with, she grinned and held out her hand, showing off a sparkling diamond, "I was going to call you. Engaged three days ago!"

The two natural girls squealed happily and started talking rapidly with flurries of congratulations and questions and answers about how it happened, what did he say, when was the wedding date, and had a honeymoon site been picked out yet, and colors of wedding gowns and bridesmaids dresses. Matt felt as if a feminine tornado had just swept through and left her in the dust. She had no idea how either of them could keep up with all the details they were discussing or even how they managed to think of all the details so quickly, like the decision to go with buttons or zippers on the wedding gown. It left an odd sort of empty feeling inside that she didn't belong, and she looked around desperately again for an escape. 

She finally spied the dressing rooms. "I...uh...think I'll go try these on." she said quietly to Sara. 

She had been hoping that Sara would be able to distract Jill long enough for a get away, but Jill looked at her again, "Who's this?"

Matt had to stop while Sara looked back and forth between them hastily. "This is Matt's... cousin... Michelle. Michelle, this is Jill. We went to school together."

Matt blinked at Sara like she was an alien, and then put her hand out to Jill, "Hi. Nice to meet you." 

Jill frown of puzzlement returned, as she looked Matt up and down. "Hello. I should have guessed you were a relative of Matt's. You look so much—alike." 

Matt laughed nervously, "I get that a lot." 

Sara nodded, "They are...and...uh, we're supposed to meet up with Matt shortly, I'll call you later this week, Jill..." 

"It's uncanny. Right down to the hair." From the look on Jill's face and the tone of her voice, it was apparent she thought it incredibly bizarre that cousins would have the same hairstyle, even if they were almost twins. She gave Matt a slow look over from her feet to her head and Matt felt the sweat breaking out on her upper lip and scalp. "How come I've never seen or heard of you before? I've been friends with Sarah and Matt for ages and I would have thought they would have told me about you."

Sara shook her head. "Michelle went to...Central. Lives across the state."

Jill turned to her, not bothering to hide the suspicion. "So where is Matt?"

Matt blinked. "He's uh...well, he had to take care of a problem at work and we just wanted to have a 'day with the girls.' While I'm here, of course. Won't stay long. You know how it is, I live in Eastern Washington."

"Unh hunh," Jill said, clearly not believing it. She leaned over to whisper to Sara, "Is there something you need to tell me?" 

Sara frowned at her. "No, why?" 

"About Matt? This is a bit too 'Patty Duke,' if you know what I mean?"

Matt creased her brow in irritation. "Excuse me, I'm standing right here. I can hear you." 

Jill frowned at her in disgust. "Yeah? So why are you running around in falsies and are you taking hormone treatments or what?" 

Sara gasped, "Jill!" 

Matt narrowed her eyes. "Falsies, hunh?" Matt put her hands on her hips and stepped up to her, getting into her personal space. Jill suddenly looked unnerved and unsure by this, but wouldn't step back. Matt reached out and grabbed her hand, placing it on her breast. Jill's eyes widened and she gasped, trying to yank her hand away. Sara gaped and looked around, stunned that this was happening in the middle of the department store. People were starting to turn their heads to watch. 

"Ya think they're false now?" Matt hissed. 

"Are you insane?! Let go!" Jill said in a high whisper, looking mortally embarrassed. 

"Micheeeeeelle," Sara said horrified, looking around to make sure security wasn't coming. "Let go of her right now!" 

Jill tried to jerk away again, too afraid to make more of a scene. Matt was stronger and gripped her wrist harder, moving it so it would rub her breast firmly and prove they were real. "Listen bitch, it's a fluke of nature, an inside joke, and if this doesn't convince you, I can shove your hand down my pants and I'll make you believe it."

"I believe you, I believe you, just let go!" Jill said in a high voice, her face having turned a bright shade of pink. 

Matt let Jill take her hand back, and Jill stumbled back, rubbing her wrist. Sara looked at her angrily. "Jesus Jill, you were over at our house not a week ago! How in the world is Matt going to go through a sex change that fast?" 

Jill blinked. "I—I'm sorry, I thought..." 

Matt scowled at her. "You should be." 

Sara frowned at her and said coldly, "Best to Damon, I'll call you later this week, Jill." 

Jill spent several minutes apologizing profusely before the ring of her cell phone gave her an excuse to scurry off. 

Sara took the first real breath she'd had in five minutes when Jill was gone. "I am woman, hear me roar...way to own the situation, love." 

Matt let out a breath, leaning over with her hands on her knees, "You think JC Penney's sells defibrillators?" 

Sara slumped against her. "They'd make a killing...sorry, pun not intended. Lets pay and get out of here."

"Lets."

***

That night they turned up outside the building that Simon's office. It overlooked the main square of the campus, and they watched students walking to and from their evening classes as the sun began to set in the clear blue skies, turning it a rosy shade of pink. 

Sara had talked Matt into wearing a chic linen pantsuit of royal blue that complimented her coloring perfectly. She was in a turquoise summer dress with a matching shawl. Matt was fidgeting more than usual and couldn't seem to keep still. She still wasn't used to the bra around her chest, or the cut of the pantsuit, or comfortable with going out in public again after what had happened that afternoon. That was the truth, but more than that, she didn't want to admit to herself that she was nervous about seeing Simon again. It had bothered her deeply that she had reacted to him so strongly the day before and she wasn't sure what to think about it. She walked back and forth on the step, wishing Simon would hurry the hell up. 

Sara finally put a hand on her shoulder. "Relax."

Matt sighed, "I can't, the stupid bra itches." 

Sara tsked and put a hand on her shoulder. "I can see that, but there's more that's bugging you. You're pacing. Why are you pacing? You only do that when something personal is bothering you." 

"I'm paranoid. I'm worried about running into someone else we know."

Sara wrapped her arms around her shoulders. "Is that all?" 

Matt frowned, "Yeah. What else would it be?" 

Sara nodded. "Well, you're also going out on your first dinner date as a woman with the woman you love and the man that you lust after."

Matt gaped at her. "I do NOT lust after him!" 

Sara winced, "Keep your voice down."

"How can you say that?" Matt said, lowering her voice and pulling away.

Sara raised her hands in a placating motion, "Ok, ok. You're going out in public in a form you're not used to. You want to run screaming into the night and want to come out and take charge of the situation, and it's bothering you either way. Am I right?"

Matt crossed her arms. "Thank you, Freud." 

Sara smirked, "You're welcome." 

"I'm not lusting after Simon." 

She rolled her eyes. "Suuure you aren't," she grinned at her, refusing to give into the scowl on her lover's face, "You could hardly talk and were all flustered yesterday being in the same room with him." 

"He grabbed my tit. Try to tell me you wouldn't be speechless for a few seconds." 

"Honey, I was having a hard time being articulate with him too. I'm JEALOUS he grabbed you. He's cute. He's gotten beyond cute." 

Matt frowned at her, "That doesn't make me feel better." 

Sara waved a hand in dismissal, "Oh for Pete's sake, don't get all male wounded pride on me, you know I'm teasing. Sort of. You're a woman now, it's only natural you would feel that way about him. And he WAS flirting with you."

Matt rolled her eyes, "For the last time, he wasn't flirting with me. He was trying to mess with my head." 

"Oh honey, he was flirting. Trust me. You're Captain Oblivious to that sort of thing." 

Matt rolled her eyes and made a scoffing noise and started to walk away with her hands in the air in resignation, "I'm not listening to this." 

"Sweetie, when I met you, you were blunt like a tire iron to the face when you flirted with everything in a skirt, but I had to smack you in the head with a clue-by-four for you to get the hint in return."

Matt put her hands on her hips, "Ok, say he IS flirting. So what? I guess I would he's gotten attractive in the last few years, for a guy, but he's still Simon. The geek who looked like he dressed in the dark, and tripped over his own big feet every two minutes while we were in school, and WE had to teach him how to drink beer and catch sexual innuendo. I'm not lusting after THAT!"

She chuckled, "Right. Ten bucks says you're wrong and I'm right."

She smirked, "You are SO on."

Simon came out of the building a few minutes later, dressed in well fitting black slacks and a blue button down shirt that enhanced the color of his eyes. His jacket was casually draped over his right shoulder, his long braid swinging as he strode out to meet them like he'd just walked out of a magazine shoot.

Matt stood dumbfounded for a moment, and a word softly left her lips without her realizing it, "Damn." 

Sara swallowed and muttered. "Damn is right."

Simon smiled when he came up to them. "Hi, ready to eat? I'm starved."

Sara couldn't seem to get the grin off her face and nodded. "I'm ready to eat."

Matt swallowed, looking sandbagged and feeling like her brain and mouth just went numb. "Unh hunh." She cleared her throat, told herself to get a grip, and suddenly adopted a more casual, 'I don't care' pose and a 'yeah, whatever' tone of voice. "Yeah. Yeah, lets get going."

Simon put on his jacket and put his arms around the both of them as they started walking to the parking lot. He gave Sara a kiss on the temple and a one armed hug. He just gave Matt the hug, "Good. I've got news about your box once we get there." 

Matt eased out from under his arm, "That was quick." 

Sara smothered a smirk and gave Matt a 'you see?' look. 

"Why can't you tell us now?" Matt asked. 

"It's easier to discuss over food." Simon said, "It's kind of complicated." 

"I don't like the sound of that," Matt muttered. 

Simon looked down at her with a smile, "Just trust me, ok? It's not that bad." He winked and Matt felt her heart skip a beat. His arm slipped around her shoulders again. Licking her lips, Matt looked away from Simon's face and focused on trying to keep her mind off the fact she was pressed against his hot body until they got to the car. 

At the restaurant and the waitress greeted Simon warmly and escorted them to one of the more secluded tables near the back, handing out menus. Simon refused to talk about the box until she had returned with their drinks and taken their meal orders. 

Matt tried not to fidget with impatience until she was gone, and looked at Simon. "So? What did you find out about the box?"

Simon sipped his tea. "Well, from what I have been able to gather, I've gotten three words. Besides the one for "Butterfly" which I told you about yesterday, today I translated the ones for "Curse," "Switch," and "Karma." 

Sara furrowed her brow at him. "A Karmic Curse?"

Simon shrugged. "I wouldn't say that exactly yet, because that's only part of what I've translated."

Matt groaned, "If it's something to do with Karma, I am SO screwed."

Simon tsked. "It's not that bad. Knowing you back in college, you should have been turned into an eggplant or something."

Matt gave Simon a very dirty look and Sara rolled her eyes. "Yanno Simon, you may have improved on the outside, but you're still the smart ass on the inside."

He smiled at her. "Better than being a dumb ass, and I need to get my kicks somehow."

Matt sipped her coke and sneered, "Still not able to order the cream of sumyounggai even being able to speak the language?"

Sara reddened slightly and rolled her eyes again, muttering under her breath about some people and childishness.

Matt ignored her and Simon looked at Matt with a sort of warm amusement, "Not that I don't get offers. I just haven't found anybody I particularly want to go with."

Matt snickered and sipped his drink, "Yeah? The ol' Shaolin Staff isn't getting polished, eh?"

Simon smiled evilly, "I think it's more a matter like it needs a rack like yours to hold it."

Matt nearly sprayed her coke across the table and Sara burst out laughing. "Good one Simon! Now if you two are done with your verbal foreplay..."

Matt wiped her mouth. "That wasn't foreplay!"

Simon nodded. "Yeah, it was more of a slap and tickle."

Matt gave him a dirty look. "Oh, shut up."

Simon chuckled deeply and sipped his tea. Dinner arrived and Matt and Simon keep trading little zings at each other through the whole thing. Occasionally it seemed like Simon was flirting, then he further confused Matt by acting like he was kidding. Sara thought it was cute to watch, but after a while, began pushing the food around on her plate more than eating it.

Matt finally looked over at her. "Is something wrong?"

She looked up at her for a moment then shrugged. "No." 

Matt frowned, "You're kind of quiet." 

She shrugged again. "Not much to say when no one's talking to me."

Simon and Matt looked at each other and Simon reached over and patted her hand, saying sincerely, "I'm sorry Sara, I didn't mean to exclude you at all. You just seemed kind of preoccupied."

She tried not to pout at him. "I'm not."

Matt sighed, getting fed up with the "Nothing" game. "Honestly, what's wrong? You're picking at your food and you usually jump into the conversation. So what's up?"

She sighed and set her fork down and looked at them both. "I'm a bit jealous."

They both looked back with the expression on their faces that men get when a woman has said something alien to them. Matt shook her head slightly to try to rattle that information into place so it made sense. "About what?"




The Brass Butterfly Ch. 04



She rolled her eyes and looked down, muttering, "That Matt's getting more attention."

Matt grimaced like she'd swallowed a lemon. "He's not giving me attention, he's trying to piss me off!"

Simon reached out and put a knuckle under Sara's chin gently, forcing her to look into his blue, blue eyes. He smiled at her sweetly and said, "Would it help to say I'm sorry?"

Sara's mind felt numb and fuzzy, looking at Simon a bit unfocused. "It might."

Simon kept his eyes locked on hers, his smile gentle. His voice was low and warm. "I honestly didn't mean to make you feel left out. It's just funnier watching Matt flip out; you know how to take a compliment with grace." He traced his finger down Sara's cheek, making her shiver and a warm heat start to curl in her belly. 

Matt's eyes darted between the exchange, a warm heat curling inside her too, but for different reasons. She growled, "Ok, you can you chill with the moves, man. It's getting old."

Sara blushed slightly and shot Matt a look. "No it's not. It's quite refreshing actually."

Matt dropped her jaw, her anger giving way to shock. "EXCUSE me?!"

Sara suddenly realized she'd made a grave mistake and grinned at her suddenly. "Just kidding love."

Matt grimaced, "Arrgh." 

Simon laughed, "Good one, Sara."

Matt said sulkily, "I hate you both."

Sara leaned over and kissed Matt gently, saying with feeling, "I'm sorry. I love you." 

Matt felt her anger seep away with the kiss. "I love you too." 

Simon observed this with an amused look on his face. "You two are so disgusting together. Now I'M jealous."

Sara rolled her eyes. "Oh fine." She leaned over and kissed Simon gently on the lips. Simon's eyes widened. The stunned expression on his face was so comical that Matt burst out laughing. "Oh man, that was SO worth it! I wish I had a camera!"

Sara sat back with satisfaction and took a bite of her Pad Thai. 

Simon blushed and said softly, "I think I've been outdone." 

Matt grinned. "You know it. NOBODY does seduction like Sara." 

Simon flicked his eyes to Sara. Sara suddenly felt an uneasy tingling in her chest, and looking into his eyes, she could tell he was now more than a little curious about that. Sara blushed and a little humor faded from Matt's eyes, her jaw setting a bit and her tone taking a thin edge to it, "Not like you'll ever know."

Simon picked up his tea again, looking into his cup and said casually, "Of course not."

Sara blinked at his sudden lack of interest, confused by his response. This conversation was stepping on and off thin ice rapidly whether any of them wanted to admit it or not, and there was little doubt in her mind that it could all sink them all into something disastrous if they didn't get off of it quickly. Sara cleared her throat and then picked up her fork. "So...what have you been doing with yourself all these years, Simon?"

The rest of the meal was spent playing catch up with little incident, and Simon picked up the tab at the end. At the door of the restaurant Simon said, "Well, it's been a great evening with you 

both; we should do this again soon."

Sara nodded. "How about you come to dinner at our place Friday?"

Simon thought it over briefly, "I'm free then, I'd love to." Then he looked at Matt, "Is that ok with you? Or do you still not want my "creepy ass" in your house?" 

Matt crossed her arms. "Welllll...ok, just rope in the libido, man. You'll scare the cats."

Simon laughed, "Ok, ok." He gave Sara a friendly hug, and Matt a handshake before they parted. 

Sara looked at Matt with a small frown.

Matt was a little subdued, giving Simon a not so friendly look as he departed. She caught Sara's look and furrowed her brow. "What?"

Sara raised an eyebrow, "What cats?"

Matt shrugged, "The ones between our legs? I dunno about you, but...damn, that guy needs to get out more. Preferably with someone other than us." 

Sara looked at Matt with a slight frown, her gut reaction thinking that wasn't fair. But in the back of her mind, she couldn't help thinking there was some truth to it. She didn't want to alienate Simon, but he did make her nervous. She'd been tempted before and that was normal. She told herself she could handle it. She had never wanted to leave Matt. Especially not now, no matter how tempting the package that Simon was. She was sure of that. 

Sara reached out and took Matt's hand. "Whatever. C'mon beautiful, let's go buy dessert so I can eat it off of you." 

Matt grinned and gave her a surreptitious pinch to the butt, "Sounds good to me."

To Be Continued...



The Brass Butterfly Ch. 05



This is a collaboration story between me and my friend Black Velvet. Sara belongs to Black Velvet while Matt and Simon belong to me. All written text and characters are copyrighted and may not be used without permission. This story will contain boy/girl, girl/girl, boy/boy, and threesome sexual content. Some chapters may not contain any sexual content. In which case, we also hope you enjoy the story. Feel free to stroke our egos, we love getting comments! Stroke them enough and we'll give you more faster. :) 

The Brass Butterfly: Ch. 05

Mid-morning the next morning, the doorbell rang. Matt and Sara were lazily lying around the living room, and Sara got up and checked the peephole. 

The face on the other side, to her horror, was Matt's mom. She made a little finger wave at the peephole, her distorted face through the tiny circle of glass making her smile overly wide. 

Sara felt an instant seizing of alarm, her eyes going wide as she turned from the door and hissed, "It's your mother!"

Matt sat bolt upright on the couch, scrambling to her feet. "I'm not here!" she whispered loudly and ran from the room. 

There was knocking on the door and Sara called out lightly, "Just a minute!"

She pulled some strands of hair out of her face, and waited for the bedroom door to close before calmly opening the door, "Helen! What a surprise... when did you get back from Vegas?" 

Helen was a dyed blonde, pleasingly plump woman in a white flower print shirt, tan slacks, and skimmers. She stood just a bit shorter than Sara was and beamed at her as she threw her arms around her in a big hug. "Just this morning! I won big on the slots and figured I'd better quit while I was ahead! How are you, angel?" 

Sara hugged her back, trying not to be too awkward and nervous. "Congratulations! I'm doing fine," she said as she pulled back. "Matt's going to be upset that he missed you."

Helen blinked at her. "Missed me?" 

Sara nodded. "Well, he's not here at the moment."

Helen looked at her warily. "Really."

The look alone was enough. Sara had a sinking feeling starting in the center of her gut. "What?"

Matt's mother crossed her arms. "Because I just got a VERY interesting story when I called his work this morning to let him know I was back. Apparently we've had a family emergency and nobody's told ME about it." She gave Sara that look mothers only give when they KNOW their children are up to something—and they aren't going to believe anything they say.

Sara groped for a ready lie, and couldn't think of one. She fish-mouthed a moment and finally sighed. 

Helen tapped her foot. "Well? Both your cars are outside in the driveway. "

Sara swallowed. "Do you remember Simon?"

Helen frowned at her, clearly expecting anything but that. She uncrossed her arms, looking puzzled. "Simon...the one you went to school with? Tall, skinny, awkward looking boy?"

She nodded. "We found out he's back in town - a teacher at the UW. We ran into him the other day, had dinner. Simon stopped by and picked Matt up to go to the gym for a few..."

Helen raised an eyebrow, a lot like the way Matt did. "I see. In all the years I've known my boy...and I've known him a long time...I have never ONCE heard of him voluntarily going to a gym." She put her hands on her hips and yelled, "MATTHEW AUGUSTUS DONAHUE, I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE! GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW, I WANT TO TALK TO YOU!"

Sara winced at the yelling and looked apologetically toward the bedroom door. A moment later, she heard the bedroom door open and her heart thundered wildly in her chest and her mouth went dry. 

Matt shuffled out with a blanket draped over her head as Helen brushed past Sara. "Matt Donahue, I want to know WHAT is going on. I called your work and you apparently told them you had a family emergency?! What's that all about? And you've got Sara here trying to cover up for you, and if you're playing hooky from work like you did all the time when you were a teenager, don't think I won't..."

Matt cut her off in a muffled voice, though it still sounded feminine no matter how much she tried to lower it. "I know, mom, I know...Let me explain..."

Helen stopped a few feet away. "Matt? Honey? What's wrong with your voice?"

Sara gaped at Matt.

Matt made a few coughing noises. "I'm sick, Mom. Really nasty bug going around." 

Helen frowned, "You sure sound like it, your voice sounds so strange!" 

She came over and Matt pulled away. "No! I don't want you to catch it too."

She stopped. "Don't be silly, I did this for you all the time when you were young."

Matt stepped away again. "And you'd always catch it later, remember? Ma, I'm 24, you don't need to get sick on my expense anymore." 

Helen sighed, "All right, all right...but why did you tell your office that you had a family emergency?"

Matt was silent for a heartbeat. "I've sort of used up all my sick leave. I had to think of 

SOMETHING or I would get docked...you didn't...uh, out me, did you?"

Helen tsked in disgust, "No, I never identified myself on the phone." 

Matt made a soft whooshing noise as she let out a breath of relief from under the blanket. Sara was on pins and needles, but kept her mouth shut. 

Helen shook her head. "But HONESTLY Matt, you're WAY too old to be acting like this and using up your sick leave, and lying to your boss is a GREAT way to get yourself fired!" 

"Hunh? Who's lying to whose boss?"

Sara's eyes went wide again and she paled before turning around and pasting a smile on her face, "Uncle Tony...uh...you remember Matt's mother, Helen, don't you?"

Tony was a big man with thick black hair, a bushy mustache, and was wearing a loud yellow Hawaiian shirt. He blinked and then stepped forward, "Oh, yeah, hi Helen, good to see you again."

Helen smiled and turned pleasantly, shaking his hand firmly, "Hi Tony, likewise. How's business?"

Tony smiled, "It's going great, I just popped in to see if Sara could pick up a bit of office work since I have to go out and meet a client." He looked over at Matt. "I thought you said he had to go out of town?"

Sara blinked, "Did I? I don't remember...I've been taking care of him non-stop since he got sick." She looked at Tony, needing desperately to divert the questioning away from Matt's illness. "What work do you need me to do?"

Tony wasn't having any of it—he was still looking at Matt. "Sick? What's the matter with you, boy?"

Matt coughed again. "Caught something nasty. Should be in bed. Think I'll go back to it now." She started to edge away back towards the hall.

Tony blinked at her voice and backed up. "Good idea! You sound like a freakin' girl!" 

Matt muttered, "Gee, thanks, Tony." 

Tony shrugged and grinned, "Well, you do! Sara, I need you to watch the office, Jenny's out sick today as well, and I've got the Pinski's paperwork all ready, and they are dropping by to pick 

up the plans for their garden. It's just for a couple of hours, I might be able to land the 

contract landscaping for the new office complex down the street this afternoon, and I really need you there."

Sara looked at Matt then back at Tony. "Okay. I'll need to change." 

Helen nodded at her. "Ok dear, while you're off, I'll put Matt to bed and stick around in case he needs anything."

They both froze. Matt finally said, "You REALLY don't need to do that, Mom...I'll probably

just...nap. No need for you to stick around."

Sara nodded. "He'll be fine for a few hours Helen. You've been gone a few weeks, you just got home—"

Helen came over and put her arm around Matt's shoulders, "Nonsense! He sounds horrible and...good heavens, it feels like you've lost weight, Matt!" she exclaimed in alarm. "Take the blanket off dear, I want to get a look at you."

Sara winced, "Helen..." 

Matt clutched the blanket it tighter and sounded panicky. "I'd rather not Mom, I'm...freezing, and I look awful..."

Helen took the edges of the blanket, "That's why I want to look at you, baby! You might need to go to a doctor or something." A tug of war ensued between Matt and his mother and suddenly the blanket came away. 

Sara froze in horror. 

Tony caught his breath. "Jesus..." 

Helen breathed and put a hand to her mouth, "Oh..." 

Matt's hair was an absolute mess. Frizzed out and hanging in her pale but sweaty face. She hadn't been sleeping well the last few days, so the dark circles under her eyes stood out plainly. Her breasts were gone, and she was wearing a different shirt and sweatpants than she had on that morning that were larger and lumpier to hide her body. 

Helen frowned, "Oh honey, maybe you should be in the hospital; you look dreadful!" 

Matt was about to say something, when there was another knock on the doorframe. "Um...hello? Is this a bad time?"

Sara whirled around again, agitated at how many people were showing up unannounced. She felt ready to scream, but was relieved to see it was Simon. "Simon! Umm...well..." She looked at the others then brightened, "Your timing is perfect!" 

Simon looked at her, then at Matt, then over all the people standing in the foyer and said, "Apparently."

Helen looked startled. "Simon? Simon Webb—oh my goodness, you've gotten handsome! Maybe you shouldn't be here, Matt's very sick."

Simon nodded and said dryly, "That he is."

Tony shook his head and jerked a thumb in Simon's direction. "Who's this guy?"

Sara sighed, just about resigned to whatever happened next. "Uncle Tony this is our good friend Simon Webb. We met at college. Simon, my boss and uncle, Tony Cantu."

Simon stuck his hand out. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Cantu. I just dropped by to see how Matt is doing; I know about his...condition."

Tony nodded. "Yeah, nice to meet you too. Sara, I hate to do this, but we're on a deadline here, I just need you for two hours."

Helen looked worried, "I think he should be in a hospital, he looks awful! I—"

Simon came in and put an arm around Helen, his charm oozing up a notch. "I'll take care of him."

Sara nodded, "It'll be all right Helen. Simon will stay here with Matt—that way you can go home and unpack, relax, sort through your mail, and do your laundry without worry while I go into the office." She looked back at Matt. "All he needs is sleep."

Helen looked confused and a little bewildered as Simon steered her towards the door, "I—I don't know. I don't feel right about leaving him..."

Simon gently turned Helen away from Matt and said soothingly, "Which is why I'M here. We'll keep you informed, but right now, I think Matt could use some rest and not have to worry 

about his mother fussing over him...you know...it's a guy thing."

Matt gave Sara a look behind his mom's back as if to say, Can this get any worse?! 

Helen sighed, "I guess you're right." She looked at Sara. "You'll call me later, right Sara? Let me know how he is?"

Sara nodded. "I'll call when I get home and update you, I promise."

She went to Matt and puts an arm around her, turning her toward the bedroom, "Right now I think I should put him back to bed and then get changed so I can get to the office."

Helen looked back. "Maybe I could stay for an hour."

Tony sighed, "He'll be FINE, Helen. He's a man. Gotta let go of them sometime."

The others couldn't see it, but Sara saw Matt's eye twitch and she pretended to go into another coughing fit. Helen sighed back. "Ok, ok. I'll be calling tonight to check up." 

Simon put a hand on Tony and Helen's backs and gently pushed them towards the door, his voice soothing and confident. "They'll be just fine, I promise. Nice seeing you again, Helen, and nice meeting you Mr. Cantu."

The older folks said their goodbyes and left. Simon shut the door behind them, and Matt leaned against a wall and covered her face with her hands, "Sweet Jesus."

Sara echoed the sentiment then looked at Simon. "Thank you Simon. I can't tell you. Your timing really was perfect and thanks for not outing Matt...but—what are you doing here?"

Simon breathed a sigh of relief and turned and looked at them both, his face serious. "I'm glad to have been of service. Now that that's out of the way, I'm here because thought I'd better come in person for this I've made some more translations and...I know what the box is."

To Be Continued...



The Brass Butterfly Ch. 06



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The Brass Butterfly: Ch. 06

Matt leaned heavily on the wall. "You're kidding." 

Simon nodded like that was a grand point to be appreciated and he didn't quite believe he'd managed to get so much so fast himself. He scratched the back of his head. "It's a "Spirit Box." A talisman that helps bring karmic balance to those who need the wisdom. It's got the letters for "curse" on it, but also those for "blessing." Depending on how you look at it. I had another colleague look at it, and we place this box to be nearly 200 years old."

Matt whistled low, "Damn, and we got that for two-fifty?"

Simon nodded. "It was probably stolen at some point and sold to smugglers and it got "lost" along it's trip out here. It's probably worth a fortune." 

"Really? I was thinking I got ripped off." 

Simon made a face and Sara gave her a sour look before turning to head into the bedroom, leaving the door open so she could keep up with the conversation. "Keep talking, I need to change. What else did you find out?"

He sighed, "Well, I'm not exactly certain yet, but I think the next word I'm working on means 'Key'"

"Key?" She stuck her head and upper body out the door, showing off her pink bra, "What does "key" mean?"

Matt gasped and Simon went completely silent a moment, staring. Matt stepped in his line of vision, "Sara! Put a shirt on before you come out here!"

Sara rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at her. "This bra covers more than my bathing suit does!" she retorted, but she ducked back into the room.

Simon blinked as if broken out of a trance, "That's why I said I'm not certain. I think it's referring to whatever the trigger is for the spell, not a key like a lock and key. You and I both opened that box, yet Matt was the only one who has been changed. We need to figure out why."

They could hear the sounds of drawers opening and closing from the bedroom. "You said it was 

karmic? Maybe Matt did something in a previous life and now he's paying for it?"

Simon looked at Matt, and Matt silently dared him to joke about it. Simon didn't rise to the bait; he shrugged and answered Sara, "Perhaps. It will require more research, but I thought it you would like to know."

Matt sighed, "Great, a hunk of tin thinks I need an attitude adjustment. Wouldn't be the first 

time. Fuck. I just hope we figure this out before my mother comes back!"

Sara came back out dressed in khaki slacks and a sky blue polo with "Cantu Landscaping" on the left upper chest area. "I agree with you on that, Matt. You nearly gave me a heart attack when you came out here!" 

"Knowing MY mother, I figured I needed a back up plan. So I grabbed one of Sara's makeup kits and smeared some dark gray stuff under my eyes and frizzed out my hair."

Simon chuckled, "Quick thinking. You do look like the Bride of Frankenstein with electric blue hair." 

Matt scowled at him, "Oh, shut up." 

Sara looked at Matt, unable to keep her curiosity any longer. "I just have to ask one thing," She gestured vaguely to her chest area. "Where did they go?" 

Matt sighed and straightened up, lifting her shirt. Underneath was a hastily done wrap job of silvery duct tape all the way around her chest. Both Simon and Sara both hissed and winced. 

"You used DUCT TAPE?!" Sara exclaimed. 

"That's going to hurt like the devil to take off," Simon said.

"Don't I know it." Matt said, "It's damned hard to breath, too. I'm not leaning on this wall just from the shock of my mother showing up." 

"Why didn't you put on a shirt underneath?" Sara demanded, "I would rather you sacrificed one of my t-shirts or camisoles." 

"Well, EXCUUUUUSE me! I didn't exactly have a lot of time the way you were botching things out here with my mother!" Matt snapped.

Simon stepped between them, "All right, all right, you two. Sara, you go to work, I'll help her...him, get the tape off. I want to talk to Matt alone for a while anyway." 

Matt felt her stomach tighten. Right now, she did NOT want to be alone with Simon. Sara shot her a look that said they weren't finished yet and grabbed her purse and jacket. She told them curtly she'd be back as soon as possible as she passed. Matt tried to call out to her, but never managed to get the words out. The door clicked shut and that was the end of it. 

Simon wisely decided to say nothing more as Matt turned and headed to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her hair, breathing shallowly from having her chest so tightly bound. Simon followed a few steps behind, and as Matt turned on the water in the sink, he found the first aid kit and pulled out the bandage scissors. 

Simon set the stuff on the counter, "You always did have a knack for getting in and out of weird situations." 

Matt sighed and scrubbed her face, the makeup running in streaks until she looked like a mournful raccoon. "Thanks, I think." She took a towel and wiped the rest of it off before picking up a hairbrush to straighten out her hair. 

"Take your shirt off, I'll cut this stuff off you." 

Matt brushed faster. "Thanks, but I can do it myself. I got it on, I can get it off." 

"You've wrapped it all the way around yourself. It will go quicker and be less painful if I help." 

Matt frowned, then sighed. This was ridiculous, what was Simon going to DO, anyway? They were both facing the mirror, and she gestured at him with the brush in the reflection, "Ok, but if you make any jokes about my breasts, I'm going to temporarily forget the guy code and kick you in the nuts." 

Simon grinned, "I'm not THAT tactless. That was your department, remember? I think you held the record for having the most drinks thrown in your face until you met Sara." 

Matt tossed the brush down and pulled off the shirt. "Yeah, I was the one with the big mouth, you were the one that dropped fettuccini on your dates." 

The grin faded from Simon's face a bit and he came up behind her and started wedging the scissors underneath the tape to cut it into smaller pieces. "You're never going to let me forget that, are you?" 

Matt tossed the shirt on the floor and put her hands on the edge of the bathroom counter. "Nope." 

Simon chuckled as he snipped away at the tape. "Well, it wasn't all bad. I DID get to eat it off him, later." 

"TMI, man." 

"Sorry. Ready?" 

Matt nodded, bracing herself on the edge of the counter. Simon braced himself, counted to three, and pulled one of the sections of tape quickly. The tape made a tearing noise as it came away from her skin, and Matt winced and gritted her teeth. Simon rubbed the newly bared patch of skin to stop the stinging, wadded up the slack in his hand, moved, and pulled again. Matt's legs threatened to buckle at the fourth yank, her back arching. At the sixth yank, Matt tipped her head back and howled. By the time Simon got it all off, there was a heap of silver wads on the floor, and Matt's skin was bright red with tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes. Her shoulders were hunched from pain and her breasts trembled from breathing heavily. 

Simon put his hands gently on her shoulders, and said softly, "It's ok, it's all off now." 

"Fuck, that hurt." 

"I know," Simon rooted through the medicine cabinet and took some baby oil he found and began gently rubbing it into Matt's skin. "This will help get the rest of the glue off your skin, as well as help the sting." 

Matt hissed, but let him rub it into her skin, the oil feeling cool and soothing. To his credit, Simon never did make a crack about any of it. He dabbed the oil on tenderly across her back and sides, then used a towel to wipe the excess off. The sting was ebbing, and Matt was becoming quite aware of the heat creeping up her body from the gentle touches. She hoped he would get it over with and leave, because standing there half naked with him spreading oil on her back was starting to weird her out. Simon paused after a moment, and Matt could see in the mirror a puzzled expression cross his face as he pulled her hair over her shoulder. "What's this?" 

"What's what?" Matt asked. 

"On your spine. You have some red marks." 

Matt swiveled her head to look at Simon. "Marks?" 

"Turn back a minute." Simon said. Matt did so, and Simon traced his fingers in tight circles from Matt's neck to between her shoulder blades. Matt wriggled at the ticklish sensation. "WHAT are you doing?" She asked. 

"This is really something. You have these little red marks on your back that are spelling out Hanzi!"

"What?!" 

"There's five of them from what I can see." 

Matt tried to turn to look, but of course, wasn't able to see anything. She finally grabbed Sara's hand mirror from a drawer and turned around to try to look at it with the mirrors facing each other so she could see her back. 

"I see some red spots, but I can't see that much detail." 

"They're pretty faint. It's like somebody pressed a fingernail into your skin in the patterns of the words." Matt moved her eyes from the mirror and caught Simon looking at her chest as he talked. Annoyed, she frowned and moved her arms closer together, not so much to block his view, but to remind him not to stare. Simon blinked and lifted his eyes. 

Matt gave him a warning look for a moment, but focused on the subject at hand, "Can you make out what they say?" 

Simon cleared his throat, his face relaxing to a more neutral look. "I recognize one—it's the symbol for "Switch" again. The rest is new." 

Matt looked in the mirror again. It would have been easy to miss the marks, they were small and she'd been on her back most of the time when she was having sex with Sara. "Great. I wonder how long those have been there."

"Could have been since you changed, or they could be new. They're mostly hidden by your hair. Do you have a pad and pencil? I need to copy these down." 

Matt put the mirror down, and headed into the bedroom to fetch them. Simon followed, for lack of anything better to do at that moment. She felt slightly paranoid coming in the bedroom half-dressed, and knew Simon was staring at her rear end as she bent over to pull the pencil and notepad from the nightstand drawer. She told herself fiercely to get a grip; it wasn't like he hadn't been staring at her ass this entire time. That wasn't a comforting thought, and she slammed the drawer shut then they trooped back into the bathroom where the light was better. 

She caught Simon staring at her chest out of the corner of her eye again, and she felt her nipples hardening on their own. She had the urge to throw a shirt on, but knew she'd just have to take it off again, so she ignored it. She tossed the pad and pen on the counter bent over again, trying not to turn her knuckles white while she pressed her fists into the countertop, feeling wholly grumpy while Simon copied down the words. 

"I'm taking it you haven't noticed anymore anywhere else on your body." 

"No." 

"Maybe we had better check. This might have been something that happened just today or even a few minutes ago. Take the rest of your clothes off." 

"That's like the world's cheesiest pick up line, Simon." 

"I'm serious. If this is something new, we need to check and make sure." 

Matt felt the sweat breaking out on her forehead and upper back. She did NOT want to be alone, completely naked, with Simon. 

"How about if I check, and you wait outside?" 

Simon raised his eyebrows. "You can read Chinese from your back well enough to copy it down for me?" 

Matt sighed and told herself to be a man and suck it up. "Fine." 

Simon waited as Matt unsnapped the fly of her jeans. She did this as unceremoniously as possible, pushing them down along with her panties. She wished she hadn't worn the red silk she had put on for Sara last night, but dropped them anyway, and stepped out of them. 

Simon kept his face carefully neutral during this, trying to be as professional as possible. But Matt could tell he was hardening from looking at her, and she lifted her face to look him in the eye defiantly.

Simon made a gesture with his finger for her to turn around again. "We'll check the back first." 

Matt turned around again, and Simon bent over to inspect the skin carefully. He kneeled and gently put a hand on the small of her back, running his fingertips lightly over her hip. Matt struggled not to shiver, but felt the goose bumps rising, and clenched her fists on the counter. 

Simon kept up the slow sweeps of his fingers, gently pulling on the skin of her thighs and calves and buttocks, face hovering close enough that she could feel his breath on the back of her legs. It was just enough that Matt could feel moisture starting to form between her legs. Matt gritted her teeth, but her lower abdomen tightened with need. 

Simon stood up again, tracing his fingers over Matt's scalp, behind her ears, pulling her hair this way and that to look. His hands were so gentle and soft. Matt did shiver then, keeping her eyes down and concentrating on taking even breaths. 

"Ok, turn around." 

"Is this really necessary? I can see the front just fine." She tried to say it casually, but her voice sounded strange, even to her, and she hated it. 

Simon met her eyes in the mirror, "Just do it."

Matt made a disgusted sigh and turned around. Simon's eyes traveled down, and Matt felt the pulsing between her legs growing stronger. She had the flash of fantasy of wrapping herself around Simon, pulling his nude body to her and wrapping her soft pussy around his hard cock. Matt's breath hitched and she had to blink the imagery away. In retaliation of all this, Matt did the impatient palms up Well? gesture. 

Simon suddenly did that slow, wicked smile again, like a predator that liked the look of his prey. Matt's breath caught and suddenly it was like watching a movie as Simon touched her again. His fingers slid over her skin, massaging, gently tugging, and raising goosebumps. He traced her jaw, her throat, her chest, inspecting with a look of repressed heat on his face. Matt had never felt more vulnerable in her entire life until that point, and suddenly had a very clear insight of what women know instinctively in the presence of somebody who could overpower them in "that" way. It was an awful feeling, but also incredibly erotic. She wasn't sure which frightened her more. 

Simon brushed his fingers over her breasts, thumbs grazing the hardened nipples lightly several times. He cupped and moved them, lifted them, checking them, but also admiring them and feeling their softness. Matt was holding onto the countertop with both hands in a death grip and her breathing got even shallower. It was like she had no control over her body. Her mouth wouldn't work to tell Simon to back off. She wanted it. She wanted him to touch her, to take her, to fuck her hard and fast until she screamed for more. A violent tremble ran through her body as he brushed over her belly, then helped her sit on the counter. Matt was shaking all over as Simon fanned his hands over her thighs, spreading her legs, kneeling before her. He smoothed his hand over the soft curls, and used his thumbs to part her. "It's absolutely seamless. You can't tell you weren't always a woman." 

"Yeah...could you just hurry it up?" Her voice shook, all the strength faded away. Her mind was screaming that this was wasn't right, it would be a disaster if they went further, but it also silently begging for him to touch her again. It was confusing, and the indecision had rendered her immobile.

"You're already wet," Simon murmured in a low voice, rubbing his thumb over her clit and over her tight little nether lips.

Matt shivered and didn't know what to say to that. Her lips were slightly parted, frozen in an attempt to speak. They stared at each other, and Simon slowly ran a finger appreciatively up and down her wet slit before slipping one finger inside until he felt resistance. A look of near euphoria crossed his face and he purred, "And you're a virgin." 

Matt gasped, and it was just enough of a shock to have his fingers almost penetrating her to regain her senses. The sensuality washed away with fear that changed quickly to white-hot anger, and she jerked, closing her legs, forcing Simon to withdraw quickly. "What the HELL do you think you're doing?!" 

Simon backed up and got out of the way in case she got in mind to kick him. Matt slid off the counter and immediately into a defensive stance, not bothering to pick her clothes up off the floor. She was furious, not only with Simon's gall, but also at herself for letting it happen.

Simon put up his hands placatingly in surrender, his voice sounding hoarse. "I-I'm sorry Matt, I got carried away." 

"No fucking kidding." 

"Honestly, I am really, really, sorry, I didn't mean..." 

"Look, let's not fuck around here anymore, ok? You've been laying it on thick for days, and I've HAD it."

"I was just trying to help." 

"Dude, if I had a naked chick in front of me, I'd be trying to cop a feel too, so cut the bullshit, ok?"

Simon stared at her for a beat or two, then sighed, "Ok, fine, I won't try to touch you again unless you want me to."

"It's not JUST that. It's all the innuendo, the staring, the flirting, it's really pissing me off!" She took a step forward, and Simon took another step back. That gave her a little satisfaction. 

"Calm down. I know you're angry, you have every right to be, what I just did crossed way over the line, but please believe me, the last thing I want to do is hurt you." 

"You're trying to seduce me, and you're trying to seduce my girlfriend. I don't know if China's populated with ugly people and you're desperate or what, but don't fuck around with me or Sara, you got that? I WILL kick your ass if you try to fuck things up between us. Just because you finally got Carson Cresley to fix your image doesn't mean you can come in here and try to stick your cock where it's not wanted." 

Simon finally started to get angry, and he stood up straight, glaring down at Matt. He cleared Matt by a good four inches at least, and his eyes hardened into blue slate. "If I remember correctly, it was YOU two who came to ME for help. I'm legitimately trying to do that, and I am NOT trying to steal Sara away from you, or you away from Sara."

"I'm not a girl, Simon, so stop trying to treat me like I am. I'm not going to be your bitch to conquer." 

"But you fantasize about it." 

She opened her mouth to say something, but shut it again. She wanted to spit out a nasty retort, but nothing came to mind. She knew why, and even though it pissed her off even more, she had to admit it was because Simon was right. It was the truth, and she couldn't deny it. So she pursed her lips, and glared at him. 

"You're attracted to me," Simon leaned against the counter, arms crossed over his chest. "I'm attracted to you. I admit I screwed up, but I think as long as we're facing facts, we should face that one as well." 

"You are really an asshole, you know that?" 

"That's what's really bugging you, isn't it? The fact you want me back." 

"Screw you. I may have changed into a girl, but I'm not going to suddenly fawn all over you in a rush of girly hormones." 

"It's not the fact you're a girl right now, Matt," Simon said gently, "Even though you do make a gorgeous woman. You would still be looking at me if you were male." 




The Brass Butterfly Ch. 06



That last bit seemed to ring in the silence, and Matt looked away from him. 

"I know you're bi; that's why you were the first person I came out to in college. Right now, I think it'd be normal for you to be especially curious about what it's like to make love to a man." 

Matt shook her head, as if to shake the words out of her mind, "It doesn't matter, Simon. I've got something good going with Sara, and I don't want to screw that up. You're not making my life any easier right now." 

"If that's the way you feel, I can give this over to another colleague of mine. He'll be discreet about it, if you want to trust him with your secret. Or you could keep trying to run around with duct tape over your tits." 

Matt gave him a dirty look. "Fine. Just lay off the innuendo, ok?" 

Simon nodded. "Ok." 

Matt had run out of steam, and now couldn't tell if she had actually won the fight or not. She felt confused and sorry, and she wasn't sure why. The only thing she was sure of, she wanted Simon out of here before she did something she'd regret, one way or another. She knelt and picked her clothes off the floor and held them in front of her. 

"I think you better go." 

Simon looked at the floor, then reached around and tore off the paper with the symbols he had copied down from the notepad. "I'll contact you when I have something more." 

"I'll bet." 

Simon folded the paper and put it in his pocket. He stepped around Matt and paused at the door. "For what it's worth, I truly am sorry." 

"So am I." 

To Be Continued...



The Brass Butterfly Ch. 07



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The office actually turned out to need Sara for several hours. She got home to find Simon had gone, and Matt on the couch, watching TV moodily. 

She came in with a heavy sigh and looked around. "Where's Simon?"

Matt didn't bother to look over at her. She shrugged, barely lifting one shoulder and not skipping a beat with the remote, "Left after he took the tape off." 

She nodded and sat on the couch next to her. "Are you in much pain?"

Matt shook her head, "Not anymore. It stung like a mutherfucker when he took it off, but we rubbed some stuff in it, and it's ok now." She still wouldn't look at her. 

Sara leaned over and kissed her gently. "I'm sorry love." She brushed her hair back slightly. "What do you want for dinner?"

Matt shook her head, still not looking at her. "I'm not really hungry."

Sara was puzzled. She had the feeling there was something more to this, but she wasn't sure what. "What's wrong?"

Matt took a deep breath. "Simon found something, when he helped take the tape off."

"Oh?"

"Some marks. On my back. He says they're like the ones on the box, but most of them are new."

Sara was startled, "Show me?"

Matt sighed like it was a massive chore and took the hem of her shirt over her head and pulled her hair to one side. Sara scooted closer to look. At first she thought Matt had leaned into something causing red pressure marks, but on closer inspection, she saw it did look like five Chinese symbols.

Sara gasped slightly and gently touched them. They were smooth and didn't rub off. "How long have these been there." 

Matt squirmed away from her touch and dropped her shirt and said sullenly, "No clue. Simon copied them down to research later. He says one is the same one from on top of the box. The one for "Switch."

Sara frowned, "That's interesting. I wonder what the rest of it says." 

Matt leaned back on the couch again, taking up the remote again and flipping to a shampoo commercial. "Yeah, so that's about it. How was work? I'm guessing you were gone so long because the place fell apart."

She leaned back and groaned, "He wiped out half of the weeks time cards in payroll. I had to re-enter them into the system then back it all up, update it, then back it up again."

Matt flipped through a few more channels and said absently, "Figures." 

Sara frowned at her. "Well if you aren't interested, don't ask." 

Matt shrugged and ignored her. Sara was starting to feel annoyed, but couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more going on than Matt snubbing her from the brief little fight earlier. Matt had a temper, but usually forgot things quickly. 

She decided to try to talk about the new marks again, "Were there any other marks?"

Matt tensed and blushed suddenly and inexplicably, "No." she said flatly. 

She blinked. "Did Simon check?"

Matt finally flicked her eyes to her. "Why do you ask if Simon checked?" 

That was said much too fast and intensely. Sara was betting anything that he had checked, and leveled a look at Matt. "Because he was the one that found them on your back, and there are other places you can't see."

Matt turned even redder in the face and snapped, "NO, we didn't find any others."

"FINE, sheesh! Take a pill or something, there wasn't a need to bite my head off!" she replied as she stood up. "Are you sure you don't want dinner?"

Matt stood up, looking very annoyed. "I already told you, NO. " She started to pace. "I'm thinking we need to find somebody other than Simon for this."

Sara was flabbergasted, "What? Why?"

Matt gestured vaguely like she was trying to find the words, "I just...I just do. I just don't think he can do this right." Sara gaped and her mind reeled. What the hell had happened? She felt her voice start to rise. "He's perfect for what we need - he knows several dialects of Chinese, he knows Chinese artifacts - he has every available resource needed and we know him and we know he'll be discreet." She narrowed her eyes at Matt, "What aren't you telling me? What happened here while I was gone?"

"NOTHING. But I don't believe in the "discreet" part. I don't think he'd tell anybody about what happened, but he's anything BUT discreet."

Sara shook her head rapidly as if trying to dislodge the incredulity like an insect in her hair, "Something must have happened for you to be this defensive. Why are you hiding it from me?"

Matt gritted her teeth and lifted her lip in an ugly snarl and yelled, "NOTHING HAPPENED! FUCK, don't you ever listen?!"

Sara jerked as if she'd been slapped. "We've never kept secrets from each other Matt. You were fine with Simon helping us this morning, and now you're not. Something happened today and you refuse to talk to me!"

Matt slapped her forehead. "Would you DROP it? I'm just sick to death of his innuendo, and the goo-goo eyes he makes at you!"

This wasn't making any sense to Sara. "This is SIMON we're talking about. He's always been a double entendre idiot making eyes at women - and not just at me. I wouldn't be surprised if he took the teaching position just so he could make "goo goo eyes" as you put it at half the female student undergrads!"

Matt pulled a face like she'd swallowed a lemon. "Yeah, me neither. But he's actively GOING after you, and that pisses me off."

"He is not actively going after me! It's ridiculous that you'd even think that!" She reached towards her. "He knows I'm in love with YOU."

Matt pulled back out of reach. "It's not stopping him from trying. I swear to god I'm going to kick his ass if he makes one more move on me! Er...you....us."

There was a dead silent pause in the room. Sara furrowed her brow. "Are you saying he hit on you?"

Matt spread her hands and looked at her like she was clueless. "Hel-LO, what do you think all that innuendo IS?" 

"That's not it, that's not what's got your panties in a bunch--"

"Oh, STOP trying to pretend like you know what the hell is going through my mind."

"I would never pretend to know what's going on in YOUR mind. But I do know you well enough to know that a little harmless flirting wouldn't upset you this much!"

Matt curled her lip at her. "Are you DENSE? It's not HARMLESS—that's what I'm trying to tell you!" She threw her up her hands. "I don't believe you. You say it's not harmless, but you won't tell me what he did that isn't harmless! It's no use talking to you when you're like this!" Sara grabbed her purse and stormed out of the house. "I'm going out!"  

"FINE!"

Sara slammed the door on her way out. She was absolutely furious, with Matt and with Simon, but mostly with Matt. She slammed the door on the car and jammed the keys in the ignition, fuming as she squealed the tires out of the driveway.

She wasn't sure how long she had driven around when suddenly she realized she had ended up near the UW campus. She hadn't meant to drive there; it had been completely unconscious. She thought instantly about swinging by and talking to Simon, but then again, maybe now wasn't a good time. What had Simon done? She had guessed it had been something sexual in nature and just about every scenario had run through her head until she had gone numb from the emotion. 

She debated this for a bit, wondering what to do. Finally with a sigh, she pulled over into a nearby Starbucks to get some coffee and think. She had just gotten her drink when she turned around and saw Simon walk through the door. Their eyes met almost instantly and he smiled, though it didn't seem as open and friendly as it usually was. "Hi Sara. Were you on your way to see me?" 

She blinked and blushed slightly, "No! I mean yes... no...I..." She stopped, feeling the heat in her face intensify and she walked over to the coffee stirrers, unable to put a voice to the confusing jumble of questions and emotions going through her head. 

Simon blinked and followed her, "Er, well, I can't imagine why else you would be out in this direction otherwise."

She sighed as she watched her hands sprinkle chocolate into her drink with an extra sugar. She spent more concentration than was warranted stirring with the little wooden stick because doing that was easier than trying to look at Simon and speak at the same time. "I was driving around, trying to gather my thoughts."

She took a chance to peek at him, and he had a peculiar look on his face is like he was trying to figure something out. Something about her. "Would you like to talk about it? I'm free right now, I just got out of the office, and I live around the corner."

She looked at him for a long moment then shrugged, "Sure. Why not."

He nodded, "OK, you can leave your car here. It's just a block."

She waited for him to get his own drink and then he lead her out of the coffee shop and down the hill a block to a group of nice apartment buildings. He opened the gate and took her up in the elevator to the second floor. His apartment as the end of the hall and he opened the door and clicked on the light. It was a standard but roomy one bedroom, and Sara caught her breath in awe. It was like a well-done Chinese museum. The furniture is all dark wood, hand carved yet simple, with screens, fans, and framed paintings of China all over the place. Small statues of the Buddha, dragons, and other religious images were placed around here and there. Along the wall above the dark wood entertainment center and next to a bookcase was mounted a 9 Ring sword, a Quan Dao, and a beautifully carved staff.

He gestured her in ahead of him and took her purse and placed it on a small side table and tossed his keys down. He slipped off his shoes and had a place for visitors to change their shoes for warm slippers. "Feel free to make yourself at home," he said. 

"Thanks, its lovely." She took off her shoes and after three tries found slippers that fit. 

He gave her a quick tour. The apartment was neat without being neat-freakish and the bedroom was slightly messy, but he had a large and comfortable looking bed. His computer desk was a mess, and she noticed his music and video collection held a lot of eclectic music and videos, some in Chinese. He had a 20-gallon fish tank near the window with freshwater fish swimming lazily around. He finally guided her to the living room and the comfy dark brown suede sofa and sat next to her with his coffee. "So. What's on your mind?"

She sipped her drink for a moment then looked at him, "You."

He blinked rapidly a couple of times and lifted his eyebrows. "Me." 

"Yes." 

He waited a few beats for her to explain herself. He seemed tense and ridged instead of the flowing ease that he usually carried himself with. Finally he prompted, "How so?"

She looked down at the white plastic lid of the coffee cup. "What happened when I left for work?"

"Oh." He sipped his own drink and looked at the floor for a minute. "How much...did Matt tell you happened? I assume you went home and talked to her...him."

She fiddled with the plastic top, "That's why I was out driving around. We had a fight. She won't tell me what happened." She gave him an accusatory look and continued, "He said nothing happened and then went off about you hitting on me all the time, then slipped and said you hit on him."

Simon was silent, thinking about this, and then he sighed and loosened his tie. He pulled it off and draped it over the arm of the couch, "I do believe I owe an apology to you both on that count. He showed you the marks we discovered on his back after we took the tape off?" He looked at her warily out of the corner of his eye. 

She sipped her coffee again. "After I insisted." 

He was quiet another moment and rubbed his brow tiredly, "After we took the tape off, I was standing behind him and noticed the marks. He didn't have any idea how long they had been there, and I suggested we should check the rest of his body, just in case. I got...um...a little carried away, in the checking."

"I gathered that from his reaction to my questioning and then his denial that anything went on." She said blandly. "Would you be willing to tell me exactly what happened?"

Simon was clearly uncomfortable with all this. He ran his hand over his hair, causing his long bangs to wave like feathers as they were pulled up and out of the way, to float back again to frame his slender face. He was bent over a little so his shirt gaped a bit, showing off a tiny section of his beautifully smooth and muscular chest. "When I suggested that we inspect the rest of him, and Matt didn't want to do it. I already knew he wasn't too happy about being alone with me, and at this point, she--he--was half naked. I—I suppose I could have let him check on his own, but I kept pressing and finally got her to take off the rest of her...his clothes." He sounded remorseful.

"Go on."

He swallowed and took a deep breath, not daring to look up from the floor. "I started touching him to inspect him, and one thing led to another--" He gestured with his hands like he couldn't think of how to put it. 

She rolled her eyes. "Just spit it out Simon. I've already imagined every possible scenario, you're not going to shock me."

"I think I'm less worried about shocking you and more worried about keeping my masculinity intact after I say it." 

"Just tell me." 

"Ok, ok," He sighed, "I ended up touching her a little more intimately than I should have, but nothing else! I swear it didn't go past touching. She didn't try to stop me at first, and I mistakenly took it as a sign of consent. I ended up discovering she was a virgin with my fingers, and scared her badly enough that she was ready to fight me--She--he--ugh, it's hard to keep it straight."

She sipped her coffee and asked casually, "Anything else?"

Simon furrowed his brow and looked at her oddly. "You're not upset about this?"

Sara sighed and flicked an imaginary speck from the lid of her cup. "I'm not sure what to think."

Simon licked his lips shifting slowly on the couch to turn towards her more. "He was furious with me, and I don't blame him. I stepped WAY across the line. After that, he called me to the carpet for flirting with the both of you. I didn't even realize that was what I was doing the last couple of days, but...he was right. He was more upset about me flirting with you than me doing it with him. He said he'd kick my ass if I tried to screw things up between you."

She nodded. "And he means it. He's always had a bit of a jealous streak."

He said softly, "Yeah. I know. He got rather nasty about it too. I tried to apologize and assure him I wasn't trying to steal you away, or him away from you, but he told me to quit treating him like a girl. I was getting irritated with him by this point, and pointed out he was attracted to me too. He didn't try to deny it."

She nodded again. "He wouldn't, but then again he wouldn't admit it either."

Simon looked at her again. It was like he wasn't sure how to take her being so rational about the fact he tried to seduce her boyfriend turned girlfriend, but continued, "I think I hit a low blow with that one. I told him it wasn't because he was a girl—that he'd be looking at me as a male too. I...I think he's bi and won't admit it. That's why he was the first person I came out to in college. He just told me he had a good thing going with you and he wouldn't jeopardize it. But I think he wasn't talking to you about it this afternoon because he's feeling guilty, and that's my fault."

Simon folded his hands and looked at them. "He's madly in love with you, you know."

She nodded wistfully, feeling a smile come to her face. "I know. I love him just as much." She couldn't look at him. Sara stared at the tapestry on the wall off to his right, not really seeing it. Slowly the tears started to slip down her cheeks. 

He bowed forward, elbows on his knees and resting his forehead in the fingers of his right hand, embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Sara. I truly am. I've made a complete idiot out of myself. I didn't realize I was laying it on that heavily until...what I did today. I couldn't help myself. He's a cute guy, and a beautiful woman, and I couldn't resist it with him standing naked in front of me and NOT try. That was despicable of me, especially trying it with somebody who's as vulnerable as he is right now."

She sniffled softly and nodded. "I know."

Simon shifted awkwardly like he didn't know what to do to comfort her without coming across as obscene. He finally reached over to the end table and pulled a couple of Kleenex from a holder and handed them to her. "I've been wondering all day about it. My conclusion is that I'm insanely jealous of the both of you and what you have."

She took them, then wiped at her face. "You shouldn't be."

He snorted softly. "I can't help it. I haven't dated since I returned to the states. There aren't many people I'd want to date." He placed the box of Kleenex on the coffee table in front of her. "Of course, the second I run across two strikingly sexy people that I'd go for in a hot minute—they are into each other."

They sat for a long moment, staring into their coffee cups. A clock on the wall ticked unnaturally loud as the silence spread. Finally Sara muttered, "I wish--"

"You wish--what?"

She shook her head and stood up. There was nothing left for her to say or do here. "Nothing. I'd better go."

He stood and put his hand on her shoulder, sounding anxious. "No, wait. You came here to get stuff off your mind, and I've been the one doing all the talking. Don't go yet. I...I need to know what you're thinking."

Sara found herself incapable of looking at him. She felt a mixture of emotions between shame, embarrassment, anger, and desire. "I don't know what I'm thinking. Matt got upset because I was taking things so calmly. But I don't know how else to handle it. It's not useful to break down and be hysterical over it all."

He slid both his hands onto her shoulders and turned her around so she was facing him. He slid his hands up to cup her face so she'd have to look at him. He looked pleading. "Then you don't have to, but please, talk to me. Please, Sara. Tell me I haven't screwed up so badly that I've lost you as friends. I didn't want to hurt you, or try to break you up, I mean that."

She looked up at him, feeling her emotions shut down as she stared at him blankly. "I know that."

She knew she wasn't giving him much comfort, but she really didn't know how. He stroked his thumbs across her cheeks and the look on his face was raw. First with pain that he'd hurt her, then with frustration that he couldn't figure out what she was thinking. He looked like he was trying to search for something else to say, but that shifted to something more intimate as she watched his eyes change from looking at her face to looking at the details of her face. 

She didn't move as he trailed his fingers across her temple to pull some hair out of her line of vision, and suddenly she felt a low pulse tighten in her abdomen. It was a simple gesture, but he'd managed to make it a very intimate one. He paused, as if suddenly realizing what he was doing. She watched him struggle with himself, and she suddenly felt bad for him. Poor Simon, he'd always been on the outside. Never understanding, never able to figure out the pieces of the social puzzle that could bring him what he was looking for. The closest he'd ever come was being friends with her and Matt, and now he was worried that he'd wrecked it forever. 




The Brass Butterfly Ch. 07



She wanted to soothe him and tell him it was all right. But she couldn't do it. Her boyfriend was trapped in a woman's body, and frustration, lust, and the selfish desire for something uncomplicated right now had changed their friendship with Simon into something much darker and more dangerous. Maybe she wasn't as ok with the idea of Matt turning into a woman as she had tried to make everyone believe, including herself. She didn't want to leave her longtime lover, but she didn't want to deal with it anymore, and that made her feel guilty. Just standing here looking at Simon's face was making her ache for him, more than it would have at any other time. Everything was anything BUT all right. 

He dropped his hands to her shoulders again and looked down and away, steadying himself. "I'll see you out. I'll be in touch with anymore information I find out on your case."

She lifted a hand to her cheek and cupped it gently. "Simon."

He raised his eyes to her, but said nothing. His look was enough. He wanted her, wanted to be part of their lives so desperately, but he wouldn't say it. Like a little boy that was afraid he's going to do the wrong thing again and be punished for it. 

Something about that look melted her resolve. Standing on tiptoe just a bit, she closed her eyes and kissed him. 

He caught his breath, letting her kiss him. She felt the hesitation in his body, then the decision settle and his arms snaked around her and the kiss deepened. 

She slid one arm around his neck, the other hanging out, still holding the coffee cup. He kissed hungrily, giving her the impression of just how long it had been for him, and he pulled her closer. She could feel his body heating up and he slid his tongue into her mouth, warm and wet and stroking gently against hers. 

She moaned softly into his mouth and she felt the coffee in her hand drop and splash. He moaned when she did and ignored the coffee falling on his rug. His hands ran down her back, and she delved her hands into his hair at the base of the braid and tugged slightly as her other arm wrapped around him. 

He started pulling her back to the couch and into his lap. She felt him already quite hard through his slacks and he was quite a big boy if she was judging correctly. It was then she pulled back slightly, catching her breath, "Wait."

He gasped but stopped, panting hard, "What?" 

She leaned her forehead against his, her body shuddering as she tried to regain control of her senses, "I...we...what are we doing?"

He breathed heavily for a few seconds, his hands on her waist, trying to control himself as well, "I don't know...Jesus. "

"God." Her voice was ragged and all she could think about was the fact she was sitting on his hard cock and with just a little moving and she could have it. "I knew I was attracted to you." She had to take a deep breath and let it out slowly, "But I never imagined that it would be.... like this..."

He moved to brush her hair out of her face again and brushed his lips over her throat in little butterfly kisses and whispered, "You're so beautiful." 

Simon obviously wasn't having any luck in controlling himself, and his lips on her throat was fast breaking her will down again, "Simon..." 

He cradled her, running his tongue over the sweet spot near the base of her collarbone and sucked gently on her neck. Not hard enough to raise a mark, but hard enough for her to feel it sending sparks skittering through her body. He writhed his hips a bit so he brushed against her through his clothes.

She wriggled back, pressing up close, moaning again, "We...Ah! We shouldn't..."

He didn't seem to be listening. He nuzzled and moved his mouth to a new spot on her neck, and his hand slid up to her breast, cupping it and squeezing gently. Her nipple hardened through her shirt and bra. She pulled back and cried, "Simon!"

He was too caught up in it. He clutched her harder, his hand pulling up her shirt and bra so he could touch her skin to skin. He took her nipple in his fingers to roll it gently and bit lightly at her neck, a rumbling purr emanating somewhere deep in his chest.

She gasped and moaned and thrust her hands into his hair, leaning over to nibble behind his ear. He had to pull away so she could do that and groaned. Both his hands were up under her shirt now and she scooted closer in his lap, rocking gently against his erection. He pulled his glasses off and put them on the end table before pulling off her shirt and bra. 

The look on his face was heated when she saw her breasts, and he picked her up and moved so she was lying on the couch. His face bent to her chest and took one of her nipples in his mouth while his hands start working on opening her pants. 

She moaned again, her hands kneading at his shoulders. He got her pants open and tugged them off her legs, his hands smoothing up her thighs to touch her wet pussy. His fingers slid easily and she shuddered. He felt so good—he massaged her clit languidly for a few minutes, then opened his own shirt and pulled it off quickly then did the same as his pants. He had a beautiful body; long and lean, and well muscled with very little hair except for a dark line running from his belly button down to the black nest between his legs. He had filled out a lot in the last few years. And she was right—like the rest of him, he WAS a big boy.

This was too much. The sight of him brought her back to her senses. If she didn't stop now, she never would, and she'd never forgive himself. She wanted him, but not like this. He knelt and put his face between her legs, licking gently. She squirmed under the touch of his tongue, almost derailing again. She had to think of Matt...

"Simon..."

He made a few hard swipes with his tongue and she jerked and gasped, trying to focus. She thrust her hand into his hair. 

"Simon!" 

He kissed her clit, pulling it into his mouth and laving at it gently. Her whole body jerked in response and she was...At this rate, she was going to...

She grabbed his hair and pulled, "SIMON!"

He jerked and hissed in pain, lifting his head away from her, "What?!"

"We...can't." 

The look of disbelief on his face hurt too much to see. She bowed her head miserably, fresh tears strolling down her cheeks. She hiccupped and he sighed and sat up, head hung and he put a shaking hand to cover his eyes. He took a few deep hitching breaths as if he was trying not to cry. 

She sat up and pulled her knees to her chest and looked at him sadly. "I'm sorry Simon. As much as I want this...I just...I just can't. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." 

He nodded, still covering his eyes. His voice was hoarse. "I—I understand. " He moved a leg to cover himself a bit and finally put his hand down. He wouldn't look at her and said softly, "You'd better go, Sara."

She got up and got dressed. When she was finished, she looked back at him. He hadn't moved from the sofa, and didn't look at her. He kept his body turned from her, staring at the floor but not seeing it. He looked rather like a beautiful, dejected, living statue. She looked at him with sad longing for a moment before she let out a strangled sob. She hurried to the foyer and put on her shoes, before picking up her purse and running all the way back to her car. 

 To Be Continued... 



The Brass Butterfly



"What happened? Matt?!"

He lifted his head slowly, his head splitting with a headache and the world was a trembling thing as it came back into view. He put a hand to his forehead, disoriented, "I'm ok. I'm not sure." 

Sara blinked. His voice didn't sound quite right, and even though it was still fuzzy, his face looked...odd to her. 

"Are you hurt? I'll call an ambulance..."

"No, no, I'm fine...Except for a headache. What the hell happened? And what's wrong with my voice?" He put a hand to his throat and Sara looked down. 

She rubbed her eyes. Her vision was getting clearer, but it wasn't making any sense to her. She blinked once, twice, and stared. 

"Matt? Do you have...breasts?"

He blinked at her stupidly for a moment then looked down. He stared motionless for a long moment, then carefully reached up and cupped them to see if they were real. He felt the give of his own flesh, and the sensitive tingle running through them that yes, they were attached. "Oh...my...god..."

Trembling, Sara reached over tentatively and gently cradled one. They felt warm and heavy, and very alive and real. The emotion of all this hadn't quite hit her yet. "Umm...Hon? You might want to check everywhere."

He nodded dumbly, mouth hanging open in shock before he slipped a shaking hand down in the front of his sweats. 

The next few minutes were taken up with blood curdling shrieking, hysteria, and general mayhem. Sara pulled back and stayed well out of Matt's way as he went through just about every swear word in the book. Matt couldn't even put into words the overwhelming amount of emotions he was feeling all at once. He just felt that if he didn't get his freaking out over and done with right off the bat, he was going to lose it completely and permanently. He didn't feel physically sick or ill or injured, but the shock of being in a completely different body was enough of a trauma that he thought he'd have to get some serious emergency psychiatric care. That is, if he didn't think it would result in being put in an I-Love-Me jacket and a padded room for a long while. 

Sara just sat there and let him...her...burn down to heavy panting and shivering. When he'd finally composed him...her...self enough for her to do so, she put her arms around Matt's shoulders and her new girlfriend suddenly turned and gripped her in a tight, desperate hug. It felt alien to her, her arms around a delicate ribcage and a slender set of shoulders. A face now softer and more delicate buried into her neck, and soft breasts pressed against hers. Matt's personal features hadn't changed so radically you couldn't tell it wasn't the same person as he/she was moments ago, but what had changed was profound. 

Sara took a deep breath. Inwardly, she felt calm and she was going to keep it that way. There was a crisis, and she was going to deal with it. She'd worry about her own feelings later, especially since Matt seemed to be hysterical enough for the both of them right now. The problem was, she had no idea of what to do or what to say. She groped for the response that made the most sense, "Do you want me to take you to the hospital? Call the doctors?"

Matt clung to her and snapped, peeved at the calmness in her voice, "And say what? My boyfriend is having the gender identity crises of the century? They're not going to believe this!"

She sighed, reminding herself that Matt's usual response to anything stressful was sarcasm, "Then what can I do for you?"

Matt let her go, "I don't know! It was that damned box, something about it changed me this way!"

Sara looked around for it and found the box under the coffee table. It hadn't changed; it looked like it had before, except much cleaner. The both of them stared at it, neither making a move to pick it up. 

"You think we should pick it up?" She asked Matt. 

Matt shook her head, "I don't know." 

They stared at it longer and Sara finally sighed and reached for it, "Well, we're going to have to pick it up sometime." 

"Wait, maybe you should use a cloth first." 

She took the cleaning rag and reached for the box. It lay passively in her hand, and they both peered at it. She turned it this way and that, and finally, she took the lid and flipped it open. 

Matt gasped and tried to stop her, but it was too late. She flinched. 

Nothing happened. 

Matt stopped and gaped, "What the FUCK, Sara? After what just happened to me you just up and open the fucking thing?" 

Sara frowned at him, "Well, SOMEBODY had to. I don't want to risk you going from female to dead! And there is more stuff on the inside, look." 

Matt leaned over and looked at it. There was a stained red silk lining padding the bottom, and there were more Chinese symbols on the inside of the lid. Matt took it from Sara and worked the lid up and down a few times before finally shaking her head, "It's not working." She stared at the box for a minute, "Do you remember the name of that antique store? I think we need to go talk to the shop owner."

"Right now?" Sara asked, startled, and realized immediately that was a dumb thing to say. 

Matt looked impatient, "Yes, dammit! We need somebody who can read Chinese! Help me up, we're going to that shop NOW."

"Wait, maybe we should leave the box here...I mean...we don't...we don't want whatever happened to you happen to someone else!" 

Matt sighed, "Right, right, you're right. But we need to go talk to that guy anyway." 

Sara put her arms around her and pulled her to her feet and they almost overbalanced. Matt had dropped a couple of inches of height and felt much lighter in her arms, "Are you sure you're up for this?"

Matt wobbled on her feet, "Look at me! I've got to go to work tomorrow, what the hell am I going to tell my boss? Or my mother? Do you really want to start introducing me to people as your girlfriend?" 

Sara was starting to get annoyed with the sarcasm, but told herself not to react. She put her hand on Matt's arm, "First of all, I'll call your boss and explain you had to go out of town because a relative died or something. Secondly, your mother is still on her winter sojourn to Nevada to sit at the altars of Liberace and Blackjack. Thirdly, I would have no problems referring to you as my girlfriend."

Matt ran her hand over her face, "That will buy us some time at least, though if Mom—" She stopped and blinked, suddenly realizing what Sara had just said. "Did you just say you wouldn't mind having me as your girlfriend?" 

Sara had said it without really thinking about it, but now that she reflected on it, she realized she meant it. It had been a very long time since she had dated another woman, but there was really no denying that Matt made a very attractive woman. She could still see the partner she'd had for almost five years there and she smiled shyly, "I won't say this isn't freaking me out...but...yeah."

Matt was completely thrown by this. "I--thank you. I don't know what to say." 

"Let's get going before the shop closes."

It took several tries just to get Matt out to the car. Her center of balance had changed radically, and she had to sit down several times to keep from falling before getting the hang of walking with a new body. Sara drove as fast as she could without alerting the cops back into town, and searched out the alley where they thought they remembered the shop was at. They parked near the alley and found it was a mess. Where it had been swept clean before, there were broken bottles, old food wrappers, puddles of unidentifiable liquid, and a rusty dumpster pushed against the wall. There was no shop, just the back door to a Chinese restaurant.

That didn't stop Matt from checking the street signs several times and combing every alley within several blocks. They went into other shops and asked about the antique store, even showing them the receipt that Sara had had the foresight to remember. Much of the responses were in very broken English, but the gist of it was that no one had seen or ever heard of a shop being there. Matt was starting to get frantic again when they combed up the alley for the fifth time. "This CAN'T be right!"

Sara felt helpless, but she looked at the receipt and at the alleyway and said calmly, "The address says this is the place."

Matt leaned against the wall and buried her face in her hands. Even her hands had changed from being broad to slender, and they felt wrong against her face, "I remember this place, I remember the streets, but we MUST be doing something wrong! We checked the phone book in the restaurant, asked all the people who work around here, and NOBODY has ever heard of this place!" 

She made a low moan of despair and slid her back down the wall, her face slumping into her arms propped up on her knees. Sara knelt next to her, putting an arm around her, "Why don't we head back home. I'll call the University of Washington and see if they have someone who might be able to read the box."

Matt nodded, emotions finally tired out and lapsing into numbness, "Thanks, Sara. I'm sorry I'm being such an asshole...I'm...I'm just doing my best just to keep it together right now." 

"I know, and you're doing a good job of it. But lets get you home and settled for now. Until we know exactly what happened, why, and how long its going to last, you're going to need some rest and some lessons on how to be a woman."

Matt tried to cross her arms self-consciously, and had to reposition them a couple of times before settling them under her breasts. It was such a pathetic gesture, that it made Sara's heart ache. "What am I going to do? I don't WANT to be a woman!"

Sara nodded, "I know darling, but we're going to take it one step at a time. We'll go home, we'll call who we need to, and we'll go to bed. That's going to be quite enough for today. Tomorrow, we'll figure something else out."

Matt nodded, not having a better idea. "Ok." 

Sara put her arms around the unfamiliar body, pulling her close and rubbing her back, "It's going to be ok, baby." Matt nodded mutely into her neck and held her tight as they huddled in the alley. Sara pulled her head back and made her look at her. Matt lifted her eyes, brown and liquid in a soft face, looking lost and alone. Sara pulled some of the blue bangs from her face. "I'll be beside you no matter what." 

And then she kissed her. 

To Be Continued...