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A Diary for Two Ch. 01

By: AliceKitty



A very slow built story about a character's transformation. There are sexy bits and they will be more frequent in planned subsequent chapters, but they are not the main focus. 

Please do not expect any quick thrill out of this story, but make the most of the progressive development of the protagonist(s).

*****

October 9, 2014

My name is Erik, I'm only just 20 years old, I'm studying physics and mathematics in a university in the United-Kingdom for the second year in a row, and I like girls... What else? For one thing, I live in a rented house shared with three other students, two boys and a girl, and I guess I'm rather shy. Yes, that seems just about right... 

Oh, I almost forgot! I also have very stupid parents who think that a diary would be an appropriate gift for their sons' twentieth birthday. How silly is that? And what am I supposed to write in here anyway? Should I describe my non-existent love life? Or should I explain the ins and outs of the Frank-Hertz experiment?

I guess that the real question here is why I'm even bothering to write anything in at all. There isn't much to write about anyway, as I haven't had sex for nearly two years, and haven't had a girlfriend since, well, ever. Nor do I have any hobbies or particularly love my studies. They're OK I guess, but nothing to write home about, let alone in a diary. 

I guess I'm only writing this down because I have little else to do... After all, I hardly ever work, as it seems my grades always seem the same (about a 2:1 on average) whether I try hard or not... But nor do I do anything else. I work out on occasion, but not much as I'm very lazy, and I rarely ever go to societies because I'm... Shy...? Or perhaps I'm just a natural shut-in? I don't really know...

Anyway, it's Thursday evening, and I've got a film I'd like to watch online, so I'll get to it now, and then it'll be time for some shut-eye. Perhaps I'll write some more stuff in my diary tomorrow, or perhaps not. I don't know.

October 10, 2014

Well I'm glad the day is over! Fridays are supposed to be tough, with the usual three lectures in the morning followed by a four hour long laboratory session in physics, but this time it was almost more than I can handle! 

Worst thing was that this week I got paired up with that girl Amanda who goes to the same thermal physics and quantum mechanics lectures as me... God she's hot! I've been trying to attract her attention in lectures since the year started but she never noticed me. And today, she didn't even recognize me as we started the experiment, and was completely oblivious when I offered to buy her a drink at the SU (Students' Union) afterwards. 

As if it weren't enough, it was really hard trying to concentrate myself on setting up a digital oscilloscope whilst ignoring her cleavage. Why did she have to wear such a low cut blouse? I felt all flustered during the session and I'm pretty sure we messed up the experiment.

The only good thing to be said about it all was Henry's reaction when I came back. He is the only one of my housemates who also lived in my flat last year, and we get along very well. He is a bit of a 'lad', but that's how I like it, because as 'laddy' as he may be and as 'wimpy' as I may be, we don't judge each other and really appreciate having some contrast. As usual, he told me that the whole thing was very 'gay', and that he didn't get why I was being so awkward about asking her out. I wasn't surprised. After all he is basically 200 pounds of pure muscle who loves to go out and hit on as many birds as possible, knowing that he would eventually find one who'd sleep with him.

I'm not really like that, as I'm more wiry and geeky, and nowhere as good-looking. I'd also rather have a girlfriend than one-nights stands, and furthermore, I don't think I'd have the confidence to go hitting on girls right, left and center. After all, I can hardly stand the idea of one rejection, let alone 20. However, I still appreciated the banter I got from Henry, and he helped me laugh the whole lab incident off as we watched the television in the sitting room, until I decided to go to bed.

October 11, 2014

Well... Where to start? When I started writing in this diary, I didn't expect to have anything interesting to write down, but after today... To be honest, I don't really know if what happened was real or if I'm just going crazy, but here goes.

I woke up this morning feeling refreshed, but a little glum. I didn't have any thing planned for my day, so I put on my dressing gown and wondered into the kitchen where I saw Henry cooking himself a full English breakfast. 

"You all right mate?" he asked me, and I nodded.

I then made myself a bowl of cereal and went to sit down in the sitting room to eat it (we don't have a dining room in our house). Henry followed soon after and started grunting about the morning run he just had and the trip to the gym he was planning, offering me as usual to come with him whilst cramming sausages into his mouth. 

As usual, I pretended to consider his offer for a second or two before making up an excuse about having to work on some scientific project. I'd finished the project a week ago, but Henry didn't know that, as he studies sports and social sciences, and doesn't really care much for physics or mathematics. 

After Henry left, I decided to go for a walk to stretch my legs. I got out of the house, and started walking down the road towards the center of town, taking my time. During this leisurely stroll, I noticed a rather extraordinary park from the corner of my eye, and started walking towards it. It was a curious little thing, a bit like a well-maintained garden, but which shone as if every leaf had been varnished individually. 

Wondering why I'd never noticed it before, I sat down on the only bench I could find to take in the view. The moment I did so, I observed a well right in front of the bench, which I was sure hadn't been there. There was a small wooden sign next to it, on which was written two words: "wishing well". 

I stared at the well for a while, wondering why I had the feeling that it was more than it seemed, before finally getting up and walking up to it. I looked down into its depths, wondering whether to make a wish. But what sort of wish should I make? Should I wish for money, or for luck, or for Amanda? Why would I even bother? I'm a scientist at heart, and have always found this superstitious nonsense to be too stupid to waste time on. 

I decided I'd let the well give my wish to someone else, and was about to turn around and walk back to the bench when I felt a hand suddenly push me in the small of my back and I felt myself suddenly toppling over the wall of the well and down into its depths.

I suddenly woke up, spluttering and choking on white liquid as it ran up my nose and into my mouth. As I raised my head up in horror, I realized that the liquid was milk. I had fallen asleep on a couch in the sitting room and almost drowned in my own bowl of corn flakes. Feeling slightly embarrassed, I looked around the house, checking everyone was gone, before cleaning up the spilt milk I'd spat out all over the place. God that was awkward, even on my own.

The next thing I needed to do was clean myself up, so I stripped out of my dressing gown and put it in the washing machine (it needed to be cleaned anyway), before taking my towel with me to the shower room. I hung it up, got out of my boxers, and stepped into the shower. As I turned the water on, a jet of cold water hit me and I shrieked unusually shrilly, feeling a strange sensation, as if my body was being pushed into itself, which left me destabilized and I almost fell over. 

The water then started to heat up again, and I felt yet another strange sensation, as if something was pulling on my limbs, expanding my body. As I got up slowly, I checked my body carefully. Everything was in place, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary, so I went on with my shower and washed myself thoroughly.

After I left the shower, hanged up my towel and returned to my room, I looked into my mirror next to my washbasin and observed the growth of stubble along my jaw. I decided I needed to shave, but only after cleaning up my hair. I dipped my comb in a stream of cold water from the tap and started running it carefully through my hair, as I watched myself in the mirror. Suddenly, that condensing feeling came again and I felt myself falling over suddenly and banging my head on the corner of my desk. 

I think I must have blacked out for a while, because when I came to, I found that I was lying on my back with a terrible headache. I reached up and felt the bump on my cranium where my head had made contact with wood, wincing slightly. As I did so, I noticed an unusual thickness of hair between my hand and my skull, and slowly felt my way along it with my hand, only to find long curls of hair covering the floor under my head.

I blinked a few times, wondering whether I was dreaming again, and lifted some strands of hair from the ground up to my face. I noticed that it was rather blond and seemed very long, but more importantly, I noticed my hand. 

My hand was smaller than it should have been, with thin fingers, long manicured fingernails, and a tiny wrist. More than that, the back of my hand was utterly hairless and smoother than I expected, and as I examined my arm, I noticed that it was also smaller, slimmer and hairless. What was going on?

I suddenly heard the usual door slam which meant that Henry was back from the gym. Feeling panicky I tried pushing myself up, but as I did so, I laid my hand on top of the curls covering the floor for support, and felt a strong tug at my hair as I pushed my head away. I yelped in pain whilst trying to scramble to my feet, even as I processed the fact that my voice sounded a lot higher than it should have. 

As I stood up, shaking, I saw someone other than myself in the small mirror atop my washbasin. All I could see was her blond almond shaped face as she stared at me with surprise and horror in her deep blue eyes. I saw her, as if in slow motion, as she opened her mouth and started shrieking at the top of her voice.

I was in shock, staring unbelieving at the female face in the mirror, as I screamed and screamed and screamed. As I ran out of breath, I suddenly heard the sound of Henry pounding at my bedroom door.

"Who's in there? What's going on? Are you there, Erik? Answer or I'll break this door down!"

Shaking, I looked around wildly to cover myself, grabbed my dressing gown off of the bed and put it on. I then walked to the door and slowly opened it a crack, glancing out to see Henry looking both worried and agitated at the same time. I hesitated to answer for a second.

"Who are you? Are you all right?" Asked a startled Henry, "Do you know where Erik is?" he then added quickly.

"Uh..." My mind was whirring as I saw him stare at me, unrecognizing. "I'm... I'm Fine," I said, trying to ignore the high pitch of my voice, "I j-just slipped. D-don't worry. Erik went for a w-walk a little while ago." I could hear my voice trembling and I saw on Henry's unconvinced face that I hadn't done much to reassure him. 

"Well," he answered, after a short pause, "I'll be right next door if you need anything, so don't hesitate to call"

I nodded vigorously as I closed the door on him, quickly adding a "thanks" through the door as I realized he couldn't possibly have seen me nod. I slumped against the door, breathing heavily and feeling scared. I closed my eyes intently, trying to concentrate on my breathing, before finally looking down at my body. What I saw almost made me scream in shock again.

I stared down into the opening of my too-big dressing gown at two breasts, feeling the slow realization that I was female finally sink in. A thought suddenly struck me, and I pulled the huge dressing gown off, letting it flop down to the floor. I quickly realized that the change had done far more than add on a couple of new appendages to my chest.

Indeed, I was a lot thinner and curvier than I had been before, with smaller and frailer shoulders and arms, smaller muscles, and a slim, narrow waist where my abs had been. It was followed immediately by proportionally larger hips, which only just stopped my now oversized boxers from slipping down my slender legs, which seemed to go on forever.

I was stunned for a second by this view, before finally trying to grab my groin through my boxers. There was nothing to grab, no dick, no balls, nothing. As I realized that, I felt myself weakening at the knees, and I only just got to my bed in time before I slumped onto it weakly.

As I sat there, my brain started whirring again and I started imagining what it would be like if I never managed to turn back again... What would happen? Would anyone recognize me? Or would people who saw me as a homeless paperless stranger throw me out of my house, my studies and my family...? 

I tried to think... What had happened when I changed? What starts the process? Cold water? Indeed, the same feeling came over me earlier in the shower when it started of cold, and just now when I combed my hair with cold water... Would hot water reverse the transformation? I seriously doubted such an unscientific deduction, but I was desperate, and something is always better than nothing.

I got up and walked over to the washbasin, where I switched on the hot water tap. After letting it heat up for a few seconds, I leaned in and placed my head under the jet of water. I felt the same stretching sensation as I had in the shower, as my limbs were pulled away from their body and I reeled as waves of dizziness hit me, clutching onto the sink as I kept my head under the stream.

The tap suddenly hit me squarely in the back of the head and I saw stars pop before my eyes as I tried to ignore the pain and stand upright. I felt... Normal. Again. I looked into the mirror to see my face, the same old face as ever, with a little stubble and some pock marks from my old acne. Feeling a lot better, I sat down on my bed to think it over.

I'm still sitting there now, as I write this down. I don't know what to think of what happened, and I'm not sure how long I've been sitting here, although it looks like it might be dark outside. I've been trying to work out whether it'll happen again, although I have a feeling it will. I'm also wondering what the meaning of this all is, and how it can be used. 

I'm afraid, and I don't know what to tell Henry. I need some help, some support, but I don't know if he'll believe me or how he'll react. He came knocking on my door a couple of times since the incident, but I didn't answer... I don't know how to approach the matter with him. I think I'll go to bed tonight, and try to work it all out tomorrow.

A Diary for Two Ch. 02



A very slow built story about a character's transformation. There are sexy bits and they will be more frequent in planned subsequent chapters, but they are not the main focus. 

Please do not expect any quick thrill out of this story, but make the most of the progressive development of the protagonist(s).

*****

October 12, 2014

Well... It was definitely another strange, strange day.

I woke up around 8 am this morning, feeling tired, tense and sweaty after a bad night full of weird dreams and nightmares. I got up and tried to wake myself up with a few pushups, which I quickly abandoned in favor of some breakfast. I put my dressing gown on, appreciative of how well it fitted me, and walked to the kitchen to make myself some scrambled eggs.

Just as they finished cooking and I quickly scooped them into my plate (I like them just a little runny, but not too much!), I heard Henry coming in. Feeling a sense of dread in the pit of my stomach, I turned around uncertainly, trying desperately to think up any excuse to explain what had happened the day before, only to be stopped short by the beaming expression on Henry's face.

I gaped at him as he grinned at me.

"Well here's the champion!" He boomed happily.

"What... What do you mean?"

"Oh come on, mate," he told me, "Why the sudden shyness? You should be proud to have brought a girl like that over. And in the middle of the day, no less! Jesus, man, I don't know how you pulled that one off!"

I felt astounded as I tried to answer, my jaw working uselessly in my stunned silence.

"What the fuck is wrong, mate?" He then asked me, "Why the face? I've spent years trying to find a bird that looks like that and get her over, and you've actually managed to do so! I may not have had a good look at her, and she may have perhaps been a little weird, but still, a triumph like that deserves a celebration."

Finally unlocking the power of speech, I hesitantly answered.

"Mate, you don't really get it... It wasn't like that."

"What do you mean? Didn't you get her number for another time?"

"No, well... I... Uh..." I could see that Henry was starting to get frustrated at me, so I finally blurted out: "Iwasthebirdallright?"

"What did you say, mate?"

"I was the bird, all right?" I repeated slowly, feeling my face going red.

"What do you mean? Are you saying you were some fucking gay cross dresser or something?"

"No!" I answered, feeling my humiliation increase painfully, "Let me show you."

Sensing myself blushing crimson, I went to fetch a clean mug and half filled it with cold water. Feeling silly, I splashed it onto my head and felt the world around me blur as my limbs shrank. As everything came back into focus, I realized that Henry had grabbed me by the shoulders to stop me from falling over, and was now staring at me looking highly confused.

My dressing gown, now far too big for my small frame, started to slip down my shoulders and, embarrassed, I tore away from Henry's grasp just in time to grab hold of my gown and hold it closed over my naked breasts.

"What the..." I looked up to see Henry, still staring at me, and still in shock. "Are you... Are you really still Erik? How did you do that?"

"No idea," I answered, truthfully, "It just started yesterday... It seems that now every time I get splashed with cold water, I become a girl, and hot water turns me back."

"Well, I don't think the cold water necessarily made much of a difference..."

"Fuck off!" I said, hearing how silly it sounded in my high, female voice.

"Hey! Just kidding you know! Not everyday that I find out my housemate can become female..."

"Well, now you know, I'd rather go back to being male."

"What, seriously? Aren't you at least little curious as to how you changed?"

I hesitated, unsure what to answer. Of course I was curious, but it was also very embarrassing for me to be a girl, especially in front of Henry to whom I'd always tried to be as manly as possible. The last thing I wanted was for him to misunderstand my curiosity as a secret desire to become female and be branded as 'gay'. After all, I was and have always been heterosexual for as far as I can remember, and had never expressed any desire to sleep with other men.

"Are you really a girl? As in with the package and all?" Henry asked, visibly losing patience.

"Y-yes," I answered feebly with my weak little voice, feeling more and more humiliated, "or at least as far as I know..."

"And does it all work? Can I see them?"

"Fuck off!" I said again, knowing full well that had I been in Henry's shoes, I'd have been wondering the exact same things. But why didn't those thoughts seem as interesting now? As a guy, I wouldn't tend to be such a prude...

"Well then, there has to been something we can do!"

"I don't know," I answered, "We could try to determine at which temperature water turns me back into a guy again. I'm guessing it would be something close to body temperature, say about thirty-seven deg..."

"For fuck sake!" he interrupted, "Here you are capable of turning into a chick at your hearts' content, and all you care about is measuring the temperature of water???"

"What do you suggest then?"

"I don't know... Here, let me have a look at you."

He started examining me as I stood there, clutching at my dressing gown and feeling very awkward. I flinched when he brushed my long hair away from my face, but he paid no heed, and made me do a little twirl for him, making my hair flow around as I noticed that it went all the way down to the middle of my back.

"Well, I wasn't wrong, mate. You do certainly have the looks now... And you're nearly unrecognizable... If you hadn't shown me, I doubt I'd ever have believed you. Anyway, what should I call you? Erika?"

"Please don't! I'm still Erik, and if nothing else, Erika is a horrible girl name..." I answered, feeling myself blush despite myself at Henry's compliment.

"And what do we call you then? You'll need a girls' name when you're going out like this."

"And why would I go out like this?"

"I don't know... I guess because you're hot? Either way, you'll need a female name. How about Elise, then?"

"I... Well I... Oh OK, let it be Elise then." I conceded, feeling myself getting redder and hotter with every second of this humiliation.

"Good! Now, Elise, do you want to go shopping? I know how you girls love shopping for clothes."

"What? Why would I do that? I'd rather go back to being a guy, thank you."

"And how about when it rains, my sweet little cutie? How will you go anywhere in oversized men's' clothes?

"Don't make fun of me!" I yelled.

However, I still had to accept that he was right: How would I ever get to my lectures as a guy on rainy days? If it only takes a light splash to turn me into a girl, it would be utterly unfeasible. This made me realize that my ability cannot just be considered as a simple curiosity, but as an actual part of my life, particularly on rainy days.

I eventually went back to my room and, after locking my door to stop Henry from entering, went rummaging for clothes that I could put on instead of my dressing gown, and quickly sorted through all my boxers and trousers only to find that they were all far too big. I eventually opted for my smallest pair of tracksuit pants, which I tied tightly around my waist to keep both them and the boxers underneath up. 

Next to come on was a plain white t-shirt that was only just loose enough not to squeeze my chest. It was, however, obvious that I wasn't wearing a bra, and I was worried people might see my nipples through it, so I wore my small summer jacket on top. 

I didn't need a mirror to know that my outfit wasn't pretty, but it seemed the most appropriate, so I put on a few pairs of socks so as to fit better in my oversized tennis shoes, which I then laced up tightly. Feeling slightly ridiculous, I unlocked my room door and walked out.

Henry was pacing back and forth as I came out, and looked around at me as I came out. His gaze went up and down my body; scanning me and making me feel very self-conscious. Finally, he said:

"Well, took you long enough. I see that you've gone back to being a guy then?"

Unwilling to let that one go, I ran at him and swatted at him, only to have him catch my wrist in mid-air. Next thing I knew, I was on my back gasping for breath, and he was pinning me down by my shoulders, his knee lying across my waist. 

Wow, I was used to having him beat me in a tussle, but never quite this easily. I looked up at him as he held my slender body down with the power of his bulging muscles, and realized just how helpless I was. He suddenly jumped off of me, regret etched on his face, as he made the same realization that I just had.

"I'm really sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you... Are you all right?" He asked, offering me his hand to help me up.

"Don't worry about it," I reassured him, taking his hand and trying to act as if nothing had happened as he hauled me to my feet, "It was my fault for jumping at you in the first place. It's ok,"

"No it isn't," he insisted, "If you were a guy, I wouldn't have given a damn, but now... I don't want to hurt you."

"Hey come on, I'm still a guy you know. I may not look like one but I am!" 

I knew however that I was failing utterly at conveying any form of manliness.

"Well I'm sorry, Elise, but whilst you're like this, you are a girl to me."

"I'm not a girl!"

"Well then you're making a damn good expression of one."

"I... I..." I stuttered to a stop as I realized that he was right, perhaps even more than he knew. Indeed, perhaps becoming a girl wasn't just a physical thing... Was I becoming one on a psychological level as well? Would I start fancying men if I staid like this long enough? I decided I didn't want to think about it.

"Let's go," I said, and walked to the front door, opening it and walking out. Slightly startled, Henry followed.

As we ambled silently down the road, looking for the closest clothes shop, I felt myself becoming more and more self-conscious. I had that horrible feeling that somehow, someone would recognize me on the street, and spread the word about what I'd become... What would people think? I just couldn't bear the idea.

However, as we made our way towards where I hoped would be a cheap clothes shop, another discomforting feeling started clawing away at me. Indeed, I had known when I chose my outfit that it wasn't exactly the smartest of outfits, but I hadn't quite realized how much it would make me stand out. Indeed, I couldn't help but imagine how weird I must appear, wearing great baggy trackies and oversized tennis shoes.

I kept sensing, or perhaps just imagining, the stares of passes-by as they turned to look at my badly clothed figure from across the road. The idea bothered me a lot somehow, and I felt very vulnerable in this frail body, especially due to the memory of my recent tussle with Henry continuously coming back to mind. It made me realize just how glad I was that Henry had come with me, as I felt that this first trip into the outside world in the form of Elise would otherwise have been unbearable.

After nearly an hour of walking around in circles, periodically getting lost in our search for wherever we hoped would be a clothes shop, we found one. It was a cheap little place, specializing in women's clothing, and Henry and I stood hesitantly before it, staring uncomfortably at the dresses that were showcased. I turned to Henry and knew immediately that he was just as worried as me at the idea of entering a shop for women.

"Well... I'll wait for you outside shall I?" He asked.

"Are you joking? I'd never dare go in on my own! Besides, how will I know what to buy?"

"I don't know any more about female clothing than you do. Besides, I can't go in there, it's for women," He stated stubbornly.

"Well guess what, mate, I'm no more comfortable than you are about entering that place, but needs must. And I need your help here!"

"Sorry, but I'm still not entering," He said.

"Oh come on! Please!"

It took me a good couple of minutes of pleading and coaxing before he grudgingly accepted to come with me, so we entered together, both feeling very awkward. Luckily, the woman at the counter didn't seem to be paying much attention, so we quickly walked past her and into the depths of the otherwise deserted shop.

For the next few minutes, I wondered around helplessly, looking at all the different blouses, skirts, dresses, leggings, jeans, t-shirts and underwear that were on sale, feeling the gaze of an unmoving and worried Henry. Understanding his discomfort, but feeling that this really needed to be done, I picked up a blue dress almost at random, and tried to imagine myself wearing it.

I'm not quite sure exactly what happened next, other than that it felt like I had been imbued by a sudden rush of energy, and I quickly found myself sorting through jeans and skirts, tops and dresses, as if I suddenly knew what I was doing. I'd sort through every single article at high speed, stopping every now and then on one which appealed to me, before either discarding it or looking for one which seemed to be closer to my size, all the while commenting about it's colour, or it's shape, or it's texture... 

I tried to work my way methodically through various categories of clothing, and got them all quickly sorted, including, to my surprise, the underwear, which I chose in a variety of colors and patterns, and even in slightly varying sizes as I was very unsure what my actual size was.

About forty minutes later, I had built up a pile of clothing of all sorts and varying sizes, and realized that I had chosen far more clothing than I had expected, and that I probably couldn't afford. I then tried reducing the pile back to a realistic amount, slowly taking out clothes, which I felt were unnecessary. This was a very painstaking process, and I soon felt bad about making Henry wait for it all.

Once I had finally separated the clothes that I absolutely needed from those that I only wanted, I walked over to the cashier with my pile, followed by a seemingly crimson Henry. As I paid for my purchases, noting that I was making myself considerably poorer in the process, I realized that my shopping frenzy had all but eradicated my original discomfort, and that I now felt a sort of buzz from having accomplished so much.

As we made our way home, I looked at Henry, who had been nearly utterly silent for over an hour now, and felt a sudden pang of guilt at the sight of his ashen, humiliated expression.

"You know, Henry," I told him, "I really appreciate you coming along with me on this trip. I really doubt I'd have been able to do it without your support!"

After a long pause, "It's... It's not a problem, mate, but you know... I really have never before seen you act like you did in that shop. I mean, don't take this personally, but don't you think this Elise thing might be affecting you more than just physically?"

I looked at him intently, mulling his words over in my mind. Strangely, they didn't seem to affect me that much. Perhaps he was right... I knew I had definitely become different as Elise, and yet somehow it didn't bother me as much. But did I really not mind being a girl? After all, I had spent most of my life trying everything to avoid giving anyone the impression that I might be effeminate, but now that I was an actual female, the whole thing seemed rather redundant.

"I don't know, Henry," I answered, "I guess you're right. I find it hard to tell whether it is actually affecting me that much... I mean, I would never have normally wanted to be a girl or anything like one, you know that right?"

He nodded, and we went on walking back home together. We went on chatting all the way back though, albeit in a more lighthearted manner, and I couldn't help but notice that he was now working a lot harder to entertain me, often making witty comments and jokes. I didn't mind it, and I laughed and laughed, letting the sweet sound of my own clear voice wash over me like a crystalline liquid.

When we arrived home, Henry went to sit down on a couch in the sitting room whilst I went to unpack my many bags of clothes. It took me a while, and then I spent even longer trying to match up my new clothes into a nice summer outfit, which I donned instead of my trackies and t-shirt. 

The outfit was simple enough, made up of a pair of plain white panties and matching bra over which I wore a nice light blue summer dress. I then added put on a pair of fluffy pink slippers for around the house, and went back to the sitting room.

Henry was watching the footie, but when he saw me come in, he turned around quickly, startled at my appearance.

"What do you think?" I asked.

"Wow, you're stunning!"

"Thanks," I said, blushing, "But am I believable as a girl? Will people recognize me?"

"Definitely not!" He answered, "Many a girl would like to look like you, but no one would ever guess you were Erik."

Feeling slightly reassured I sat down next to Henry, taking of my slippers and curling my legs up beneath me. It was funny how, whilst I usually just liked slouching and spreading out on the sofa, as Elise, I preferred curling up like a kitten in a corner of the settee. After an hour or so, Henry glanced at me.

"You know," He said, "It's really weird to see my mate as a girl..."

I didn't really know what to say to that, so I just nodded awkwardly. I understood what he meant, but he had no idea how much weirder it was to actually be a girl. There was another slightly shorter pause.

"Aren't you going to turn back into a guy?" He asked.

"I... I..." I stuttered feebly, feeling stomped as I felt my face redden yet again, "I don't know... I didn't really think about it. Do you think I should?"

"Depends..." he said, "Fancy a shag?"

"Oh, shut up, you idiot!" I answered, feeling embarrassed.

"Well then," Henry concluded, "You'll probably want to turn back then. Not unless you want the others to see you like this."

Darn it! I had forgotten about my two other housemates! They could walk in at any moment, for all I knew, and the last thing I needed was to have to explain to them what had happened to me. The only idea that sounded even less appealing was that of having to pretend to be Henry's girlfriend or something just so as to keep the secret.

Nearly retching at the idea, I got up quickly and nearly ran to my room. There, I locked the door and stripped, before splashing my face with some water from the hot tap of my washbasin. Once I'd become a guy again, I got dressed and went back to sit in front of the television like I usually did. 

"Well hey there," said Henry cheerfully, "You're back!"

"Yea... Well." I answered, feeling slightly awkward.

I'd just spent the last few hours with Henry as Elise, and the worst of it was that I knew that I hadn't only looked like a girl. I had thought and acted like one. The very thought of that humiliation made me seethe, knowing full well that it was nobody's fault but my own. Obviously sensing my thoughts, Henry turned to me with a cheeky grin.

"So... Are you planning to go shopping again soon, Elise? Perhaps a little manicure?"

"Shut up!" I hissed at him through my teeth. "I can't help it if I become like that, so please don't rub it in..."

"Awww... I think I preferred you as Elise, Erik." Teased henry.

"Let's make things clear," I told him, "Elise and I may have the same memories and experiences, but we don't have the same body, and we are most certainly not the same person, all right? I'm still a guy and there is nothing you can about that."

"Well ok," conceded Henry, "But following that logic, I should be free to try shagging Elise, as she isn't you, right?"

I felt myself go red in the face at that point, and felt too embarrassed to answer. This really made me understand how much easier it could sometimes be to talk about certain things as Elise than it would be as Erik. Perhaps I just find it too hard, as a guy, to accept just how much of my masculinity is being stripped away by my experiences.




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Anyway, it was on that awkward note that we spent the rest of the day watching the TV, not saying much else until we each went to bed. I never saw or heard my other housemates coming back. For all I know they could still be out (who knows what they do during the weekend?).

As I write this, I must admit that I feel a certain amount of anxiety about tomorrow. What happens if it rains? Should I expect just another normal weekday of student life, or am I going to have to start going to lectures as Elise and hope no one recognizes me? I'm not even sure if I'd dare go to my contact hours if it were to rain... Can I really spend a full day on campus, working, whilst being a very girly girl in a girly outfit?



A Diary for Two Ch. 03



A very slow built story about a character's transformation from being entirely male, to having to accept his magically switching gender. There are sexy bits and they will be more frequent in planned subsequent chapters, but they are not the main focus. 

Please do not expect any quick thrill out of this story, but please make the most of the progressive development of the protagonist(s).

Also, whilst I did not mention this in my previous chapters, this is my first attempt at writing erotic literature. The feedback I got from the previous parts was very nice and very helpful, and I'd truly appreciate a continued feedback from any readers who are interested.

*****

October 13, 2014

I'm happy to write that most of the day went on as normal. I got up around 7 and had breakfast with Henry and Amy (my one female housemate), during which we chatted light-heartedly about the day ahead. Neither Henry nor I mentioned anything about the previous day, although we did exchange a couple of glances behind Amy's back. I had a nice warm shower afterwards, making sure that I hadn't changed before leaving the bathroom.

We then went to campus by bus together (luckily it was a sunny day at that point) and all got to our lectures on time. Spent a couple of boring hours working on thermodynamics and eigenvalues in my thermal physics and mathematics lectures, followed by lunch and a very confusing lecture about atomic orbitals and the relations to Schrödinger's equation in quantum mechanics.

I then spent a couple of hours trying to work in the library, but mostly wasting time procrastinating until I realized the sky outside was getting cloudy. I had a bit of a scare, but luckily it didn't start raining until after I'd taken the bus back home. 

I then spent the rest of the afternoon and evening just passing the time by watching Family Guy online. I guess I just really wanted to keep myself from thinking about what would happen if the rain didn't abate before tomorrow.

Unhelpfully, I've been getting increasingly horny this afternoon, but I don't really feel like rubbing one out... It's as if some part of me would really rather I turn into Elise satisfy myself. I'm sort of curious, but it is also a little scary, especially as I have no idea how it works down there for girls, and I'm a little apprehensive about tackling the issue with myself, as I still haven't really looked into my private bits as a female.

It is now about 11 o'clock, and I'm really starting to grow tired of Family Guy... The rain is still pounding on the windows. I guess I should go to bed.

October 14, 2014

Well... I guess I saw it coming. After all, it had to rain at some point, so it might as well have been today. But even knowing that, I still woke up this morning with a definite sense of dread. As I sat up and heard the sound of raindrops hitting windowpanes, I groaned audibly, and staid motionless in my bed, wondering what to do. 

After a few minutes, I heard the sound of my housemates moving about outside my room, getting ready to go to their lectures. I decided to stay in my room until they left, as I couldn't stand the idea of explaining to my housemates why I couldn't go to my lectures. After all, it was either that, or I could go anyway and let them see me as a girl.

I just won't go to work, I decided. I knew this couldn't go on forever, but I just couldn't stand the idea of everyone I knew knowing that I was a girl. What would they think? That I'm some sort of gay, pansy, tranny cross dresser? I almost laughed at myself. 

After all, it was sort of funny that I, who have nothing against gays, 'pansies', transsexuals, and cross dressers, couldn't possibly stand the idea of being seen as either of those. I guess it might be that as a heterosexual male, I had grown up to always defend my masculinity by protecting myself from the stigmas stereotypically associated with all those things. But anyway, however much I analyzed my feelings; I still couldn't stand the idea of being seen as a girl by all those closest to me.

After a few minutes, I heard the front door slam, and I knew that the house was probably empty by now. I let out a sigh, and slowly slid out of bed. As I put on my dressing gown, I heard someone knocking on my door. I froze.

"Hey, Erik! It's me!" shouted Henry from outside my room.

Hesitantly, I went to open my door to him. I found him standing outside my room, dressed up and ready to go with a determined look in his eyes. 

"What do you want?" I asked. 

I was trying to sound defiant, but the situation was just too awkward. He sighed.

"Come on now," He said, "Time for you to get ready, we're going soon."

I stared at him, disbelief etched on my face. Didn't he understand that I couldn't go?

"Don't look at me like that!" He said, looking as uncomfortable as I felt, "You know that you can't afford to skip lectures. You'll just have to accept going as a girl!"

"But... But..." I was at a loss for words. "But... What if someone recognizes me? I can't have people see me as a girl on campus!"

"They won't!" answered Henry. He looked as if he were growing impatient. "All they'll see is a pretty girl going to lectures! They'll never recognize you. They won't even notice that you're gone or that that girl never turned up before to a single lecture! You know as well as I do that there are over a hundred and twenty students in each lectures, and often considerably more!"

He was right. Of course he was, why had this not all seemed obvious to me? Or was it simply my male pride, which felt an utter aversion towards the idea, and stopped me from thinking straight?

"Now get ready, and get dressed appropriately," said Henry firmly. He then quickly flung the contents of a quarter-full glass of water at me and, before I could react, slammed my own bedroom door in my face.

I stood there, blinking as I felt the cold water run down my face and sensed myself changing again. Feeling angry with Henry, I stepped out of my now oversized pajamas and went to fetch some of my new female clothes. I chose almost at random a pair of white panties with pink motifs along with a matching bra, wondering for a quarter of a second why on earth I had bought underwear with pink motifs.

As I then chose a t-shirt and jeans, I could feel my anger abating somewhat. As I pulled the t-shirt on top of my new slim waist and rounded breasts, I had to admit to myself that Henry was only doing what he did to help me, and I knew I owed him for that. My train of thoughts was cut short, however, when I realized that my strangely long hair was still stuck inside the collar of my t-shirt. I pulled it out irritably, and put on my skinny jeans.

As a guy, I had always found that the complexity and vulnerability of my 'downstairs tackle' required me to pay a certain amount of attention to it as I put on my loose trousers. These jeans, on the other hand, were very snug and left no space at all for external organs, as they pulled themselves into direct contact with my crotch. I patted my groin slightly through my jeans and felt nothing beneath through the fabric. It was the strangest of feelings, accentuating the loss of my appendage.

I finally stopped feeling my new body and put on some seemingly tiny socks, followed by ballet pumps. I felt to uncomfortable wearing heels, as they were both too feminine and seemed too uncomfortable for me to deal with. I would have worn my sports shoes or something, but I was too scared of being recognized if I wore my old male clothes, especially as they were so oversized for me now. 

I got up, picked up my bag (God it seemed heavier than usual!) and walked to the door of my room. It was only then that I suddenly realized that I was wearing a pink t-shirt. Why oh why had I chosen a pink t-shirt?

I was about to change my top when I suddenly heard a knocking on the door. Henry was growing impatient. Sighing, I exited the room, only to be greeted by Henry's backside as he bent down to lift up his bag from the floor, turning his back to me.

"God you took your time in there!" He exclaimed as he shouldered the bag and started turning around, "One would think that you really were taking aft..."

He stopped midsentence at the sight of me, his eyes widening slightly. It looked like something had just knocked the breath out of him.

"What? Is there something wrong with my outfit?" I asked, feeling suddenly worried. I was quickly reconsidering whether this whole thing was a good idea.

Henry shook his head silently, and I saw a funny little smile appear on his face as he went on looking at me for a short instance. After a while, he seemed to find his voice again.

"No... No. Don't worry you look fine Er... I mean Elise." He said catching himself. "We should go. I'm sorry we're probably going to be late, so you're going to have to forget about breakfast for today."

I nodded. I could deal with missing a meal; it wasn't as if I hadn't done it before. Henry then opened the front door for me, following me outside into the drizzle and then shutting the door behind me. He wasn't usually careful, and I looked at him suspiciously.

"I know I look like a girl, but there's no need treating me like one you know!" I whispered to him.

"Oh really? And how about what the neighbors will think? I was brought up to be gallant, and I'm not going to change that just because of you."

The neighbors? I looked around and saw the mother from next door smiling at us as she walked out her front door and to her car, leading her kids to school.

"Damn!" I hissed at Henry, "She knows our house! She'll recognize me!" I was starting to feel panicky.

"No she won't," said Henry, "She'll probably just think you're one of my many conquests." He sounded smug.

"Yea, right, you wish mate!" I retorted.

Instead of answering, Henry grabbed me down the hand and started half leading me, half pulling me towards the bus stop. As we walked, I looked down uncomfortably at Henry's massive gorilla hand holding my slender one. It made my hand look like a fine porcelain sculpture. We didn't say much for the next few minutes as we walked to the bus stop, where he finally relinquished me.

The bus ride to campus was a very uncomfortable one, as I first made a fool of myself trying to get change out of my incredibly tight jean pockets to pay for my tickets. Loosing patience, Henry paid for both our return tickets and quickly lead me to the back of the bus where he found us some seats. I had a strong feeling that everyone was staring at me after that and stared down at my ridiculously girly shoes, feeling more and more ludicrous.

The bus finally arrived on campus and we exited it. Harry patted me on the shoulder, winked, and walked off towards his lecture in one of the eastern buildings of the campus. My next lecture was to be southwest. From the bus stop, so I quickly made my way into the building and trotted towards the lecture hall. The corridor outside it was empty, which meant that everyone had entered and the lecture had begun.

Feeling my slim knees shaking, I took in a deep breath and walked inside. Luckily, the lecturer had only just begun talking about some assessments that were coming up and hadn't officially begun the lecture, as I could still see a number of people still settling down at the back. I began making my way up the stairs as quickly as possible.

"Hey Missy! You're forgetting our new handout." Called out the new lecturer, interrupting his speech to wave a sheet of paper from among a small stack on his desk.

I flinched and started back tracking, feeling sick. As I took the paper from his hand, he smiled at me kindly. I tried to reciprocate, but I knew that I was probably just making a distorted grimace, before turning around again and going back up the stairs.

I kept my head low as I ascended, hearing the mutterings of two hundred people throughout the lecture hall, and feeling their eyes staring at me. This was horrible. I wanted to sit down and disappear into the crowd as quickly as possible, but all the seats seemed to be taken, as the hall was packed. I was reaching the last few rows when I saw a group of five or six students moving up by one seat so as to clear me a spot next to the stairway.

Feeling very grateful, I smiled at them wanly and sat down. The guy next to me glanced at me, looking a little uncomfortable.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

I nodded meekly. He looked as if he were about to say something else, but then the lecture started in earnest and whatever the boy was about to say died in his throat. The lecture went on for about an hour, and I did my best to follow it, trying to ignore how self-conscious I felt sitting, disguised as a girl amongst hundreds of fellow students studying physics.

As the lecture ended, and the lecturer walked out, the boy next to me started talking again.

"Do you also have your next lecture here?" He asked.

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak, as if my female voice would somehow betray my identity.

"So... You also study statistics?"

I nodded again.

"Great!" He said, "Then I'm guessing you study mathematics and physics, like me!"

I looked at him. He seemed like a nice guy. He was blond, with longish hair and slightly pale skin which currently seemed a little flushed, stretched over a well formed, albeit slightly delicate bone structure. I suddenly realized that his discomfort was due to shyness. But why was he being shy? I'd never had anyone be shy to me before...

"Yes I am," I said, forgetting about my worries about my voice.

"So... I know we have a two hour-long break after this. How about you join my mates and I for lunch at the student canteen?"

At these words, I felt my stomach rumble. I was missing my breakfast, and had forgotten to make sandwiches. I could afford to go to the canteen for lunch this one time...

"Sure!" I answered.

He beamed at me.

After another hour-long lecture with an increasingly tedious mathematician lecturer, I walked with my new blond friend and his mates through the light rain and towards the canteen. A couple of them were having a debate about quantum football, a sort of game they had found online simulating a game of football using quantum physics instead of classical physics.

The others, to my surprise, were all walking on either side of me or behind me, as if they were my bodyguards. Except that bodyguards don't usually all talk to the person they are protecting at the same time. It was a confusing conversation, but by the time we had gotten to the canteen, I had learnt most of their names and had told them mine (Elise that is, not Erik).

Once inside the mess hall, we walked up to the queue, where Thomas, my new blond friend, insisted that I went first. I tried to argue with him, but as all his friends insisted, I quickly found myself ahead and in front of the stocky dinner lady who was serving us. Ignorant of the daily menu, I hesitated, feeling embarrassed as the long queue behind me shifted impatiently.

Thomas quickly came to my aid though, and helped me choose which salad to go for. I wouldn't usually go for salad, but I somehow didn't feel like having anything heavy or greasy. I guess that my nervousness would have prevented me from stomaching much anyway. Once served, I went to pay for the meal, followed by Thomas, who was still close on my tail.

Once again, the same paying embarrassment came up as I hopelessly tried to retrieve my coin from my skinny jeans, and nearly had to fight my new acquaintance off to stop him from paying for my meal. I was everyone being so nice to me? I mean, sure, students tend to be friendly, but I had never been this well treated by random strangers before...

We found a table, and started digging in. As I slowly went through my bean salad, I listened to the boys debating about some obscure aspect of quantum mechanics underlined by Schrödinger's equation. I couldn't concentrate much however, and nor, it seemed, could Thomas. I'm sure he was staring at me for much of the meal, and it quickly made me feel rather uncomfortable. 

Once I had finished my meal, I thanked my new friends for their company, and decided to leave for the library to get some work done. I didn't usually go to the library, but for some reason I really didn't feel like spending more time with all these guys. I wasn't sure if it was because of they were obviously geeky, or if there was something else, but I was really feeling very awkward.

They all seemed very sorry to see me go, Thomas most of all, and I felt a little bad as I finally sat down at a lone table in the library.

The next hour and a half were spent working at a seemingly sluggish rate as I tried to ignore the feeling that people all around me were staring at me. I knew I was reddening slowly as I looked down at my obvious breasts and my skinny jeans, which accentuated all my feminine curves. As self-conscious as I was, I cannot express how glad I was when it came time for my next lecture, which I rushed to, very much looking forward to getting home soon.

The next couple of hours were spent listening to the drone of my lecturers, feeling terribly hot. It wasn't just that I was feeling embarrassed, but I also had the distinct impression that a lot of people (mostly guys) were making it a point of sitting down next to me, quickly followed by their groups of friends who sat next to them. This culminated with me always finding myself in the center of a group of students, appreciating just how much warmth was radiating off of them, and how their stench of sweat was more pungent then I had ever remembered.

As soon as my last lecture ended, I got to the bus stop as soon as possible and jumped in, having already wrestled my return ticket out of my pocket during the end of the previous lecture. I quickly found a seat and rested my head against the glass, watching the scenery as I cooled off. God I couldn't wait to be male again. Anymore of this humiliation of my masculinity and of myself would drive me crazy.

I finally arrived home, and quickly entered the house. My room was right next to the entrance, and I started going through my keys to unlock it when I saw one of my housemates enter the sitting room, which gave directly onto the entrance hall. He hadn't noticed me yet, but I nearly panicked as thoughts of what would happen if he saw a girl breaking into my room raced through my head. I finally found the right key and opened my bedroom door.

Once inside, I was in such a hurry to change into a guy that I nearly forgot to change out of my female clothes. I then undid my jeans and pulled them down my hairless legs, still marveling at how slim they seemed to be, before taking my luridly pink top off. I was still fumbling with the strap of my bra, when I noticed from the corner of my eye that I had forgotten to close my bedroom door, and that someone was gaping at me from the entrance.

I turned around in panic, trying to cover myself, and saw that it was Henry.

"Need some help with that?" He asked after a short, awkward pause.

Furious, I slammed the door in his face. I locked it, and went back to undoing my bra. It was difficult, but I eventually succeeded and took it off. I then pulled my panties down, uncovering my pink sex. 

I hesitated for a moment, looking straight down at the small bud that was all I could see of it, as I stood straight. It looked terribly small and delicate. I reached down to touch it, and felt a strange tingling sensation come up my spine as I felt the incredible sensitivity of that part of my new body. I took in a shallow breath, before shaking my head.

I shouldn't think about that, I tried telling myself, I'm a guy, not a girl! I shouldn't have these things, let alone think about the pleasure they can bring me, or at least not in this manner.




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However, it was impossible for me to erase my thoughts about my perfectly shaped feminine body, so I went to the sink and turned the hot tap on. Within a few seconds, I was a guy again, a familiar weight dangling between my legs once again. I breathed in deeply, and got dressed.

Feeling slightly more myself, I got out of my room and greeted my three housemates who were now all sat in the sitting room, watching the footie. I sat down next Henry on one of the couches. We didn't say much, but at some point, Henry turned to me as the other two discussed players, and he winked at me. I frowned back.

I'm now back in bed, feeling very tired. It felt like a long day, and I don't know what to think of my new gift. Sure, it felt awkward and uncomfortable, but on reflection, a lot of my torment was self-induced, and people seemed very friendly towards my 'female alter ego'. But it makes me wonder... Was Henry being honest about the female me being hot? Was that why people were so nice to me? Was I just someone they wanted to have sex with? I don't know how to live with that thought.



A Diary for Two Ch. 04



A very slow built story about a character's transformation from being entirely male, to having to accept his magically switching gender. There are sexy bits and they will be more frequent in planned subsequent chapters, but they are not the main focus. 

Please do not expect any quick thrill out of this story, but please make the most of the progressive development of the protagonist(s).

Also, whilst I did not mention this in my previous chapters, this is my first attempt at writing erotic literature. The feedback I got from the previous parts was very nice and very helpful, and I'd truly appreciate a continued feedback from any readers who are interested.

*****

October 15, 2014

I was lying in bed, and feeling as if I were floating atop a solid cloud of soft, dry air, with my body exposed to the heavens. My legs and arms outstretched to the sides, I could feel my skin warm slightly, as I saw her naked feminine shapes in my minds' eye. She stared down at me with a soft, sensuous smile, and I sensed the soft, wet, sexual warmth gathering around my groin.

Her legs were long and firm; her hips slightly wide in contrast to her thin waist, above which two beautifully shaped breasts were laid, showing a deep softness despite being of ever so slightly modest size. Her slim arms and delicate hands spread out from her slight shoulders left her exquisitely thin neck bare. Her almond shaped face was curtained with long blond locks, as she gazed down at me with her deep blue eyes.

I could sense heat flowing from her hairless crotch as she started purring in excitement, savoring the sight of me. I knew I was becoming excited with her, preparing to reach out to her, to fornicate with her, to make us one. As she hovered ever closer to me, she reached down to her exposed and vulnerable sex, separating her pink lips slightly with one finger as she pulled it up and along the slit. As her finger entered into contact with the small nub above it, she shuddered, and so did I. My longing was becoming unbearable as my excitement became intolerable, as I slowly felt the burning of my crotch dripping wetly down my legs.

I looked down at my hairless body, at my firm legs, my slim arms, my thin waist and my shapely breasts. I looked down at the juices spreading from my sex. Shaking uncontrollably, I looked up to see that She was gone. She had come close, too close, and as we became one, She had vanished, leaving naught but the faint ghost of a kiss on my lips.

I remember then waking up suddenly, still trembling violently, my body covered in sweat and my bed sheet covering the floor. Desperately, I reached down, feeling myself, and touched my groin. I sighed in relief. I was still male. I was still Erik.

After checking my bedside clock (It was around 2 a.m.), I went back to sleep, and dreamed no more. 

I woke up around 9 a.m., feeling a little bleary, and glad that my first lecture was at 11 a.m. on Wednesdays. My other housemates were already gone, so I got up and went to take a shower in the utter silence of an abandoned student house. It felt good to wash, as I had forgotten to do so yesterday, and I relaxed under the hot jet of water for a good 20 minutes before remembering that this would affect the monthly bill.

Once cleaned, toweled and dressed, I went to the kitchen for breakfast. I served myself a bowl of cereal and glanced outside the window. Crap. It was raining. Again.

Sighing to myself, I finished the cereal and went back to my room to change quickly out of my jeans and yellow t-shirt. I then splashed myself with cold water from the tap, and felt myself once again going through the transformation. It was strange how I seemed to have gotten used to the process in only a few days.

Female again, I quickly chose a pair of light blue panties and matching bra to cover myself up. I may have been getting used to the change, but despite my curiosity for my own body, some part of me still was very uncomfortable spending time naked as a female. It may be my body, but it somehow felt like it wasn't truly mine, but rather that of someone else, and as such I didn't want to feel like I was disrespecting it or 'desecrating' it.

I then chose to wear a large white t-shirt with the word Kitty written on it. I would never have worn anything like it as a guy, but now I really thought that as a girl, I might as well wear something cute. The next step was choosing what to wear over my lower body. I was just picking up the skinny jeans I had worn the previous day, when I noticed a pretty bell skirt from my new stash of female clothes.

This made me hesitate. The very idea of wearing a skirt made me go red, and yet some part of me was imagining how good my slim legs would look in a nice dress, and how it would accentuate my waist... After all, it may be very feminine, but it certainly was beautiful. I shook my head, trying to clear it, and pulled on my jeans. What was I thinking? How could I, Eli... Erik, ever want to wear a skirt?

Nonetheless, once I had finally gotten ready with my socks, my ballet pumps, my heavy bag, and left the room, I looked back at where my stash of clothes was hidden, with the skirt lying atop of it. Maybe tomorrow...

The trip to the campus happened more smoothly today, as I had remembered to put my keys and money in my backpack, and retrieved some change right before getting onto the bus. I bought my ticket, thanked the driver, and hurried to find a seat, where I pulled my bag off my shoulders with an audible groan. Not very feminine, but then again my bag was heavy.

I wondered how other girls dealt with being this much weaker than men. Or was it just me who became excessively frail when I turned? I looked around and realized that every female in the bus wore a handbag far lighter and smaller than my backpack. How did they get all their things in there?

I glanced into my bag and started sorting through it. Sure enough, I was carrying a lot more weight than I needed. Perhaps, I thought, I might even be able to reduce the mass until I can fit it all into my very own handbag. I smiled at the idea, just as I felt some other part of myself shudder from some recess of my brain.

A few minutes later, I was in my lecture hall for thermal physics. The trip definitely had gotten a lot smoother this time, and whilst I had still felt like people had been staring at me, most of the embarrassment I had felt in my new identity had faded from my thoughts. I smiled shyly at Thomas as I came to sit next to him, and he beamed back, seemingly thrilled that I had chosen him as my neighbor for the lecture.

An hour later, we walked out into the sunlight. As Thomas and I spoke about the lecture we'd just attended, I hardly noticed that the light morning rain had stopped. We went to serve ourselves in the canteen and went on chatting. I was starting to realize that Thomas was actually a really nice guy, and though he liked to joke a lot and tease me, I didn't seem to mind. I might even say I was having a lot of fun with him.

As we were half way through our meal, I noticed Henry from the corner of my eye, standing on the other side of the mess hall and waving at me. I smiled at him and he beamed. It was hard to tell from this distance, but I had the distinct impression he was glancing back and forth between Thomas and I and winked. Unsure what to make of that, I turned my attention back to my new friend just as he embarked on another jocular anecdote.

It was only when we left that I realized that I hadn't seen Thomas's friends all day, and as we cleared up, I looked around wondering if I could locate them. I finally recognized them sitting at a nearby table, looking distinctly annoyed. I had the strange impression they were each taking turns to glance angrily at Thomas.

After lunch, I went to my second and last lecture, which seemed to fly by. I then decided to take the bus home.

"Are you going to run away again?" asked Thomas, "Or will you wait for me to catch the bus?"

"I don't mind taking the bus with you," I answered, smiling slightly at the memory of myself dashing from the lecture hall to the bus stop, nearly at a run, the previous evening.

We soon both found ourselves on the bus on our way to our respective houses, which are both located in the same residential area of town generally favored by students. I happily listened to Thomas chattering away as we sat waiting, feeling rather comforted to have this new friend, however talkative he seemed to become. We finally went our separate ways and I got off the bus at my stop, walking back home.

On the way back, I heard footsteps behind me, and glanced around to see a tall guy, about my age, walking behind me. He was unashamedly staring at me, and I progressively felt more and more self-conscious as I heard his footsteps follow me along the road. I tried walking faster, but his footsteps still seemed to be getting louder, and I started getting worried.

What did he want with me? I was now feeling very vulnerable in my slim, weak female body; hearing this guy who would usually have physically been my equal, now walk behind me, catching up with his longer legs. I knew he could do whatever he wanted to me in my current shape, and I was on the verge of panicking and sprinting my way back home.

I took in deep breaths, trying to control myself. I was only a few hundred feet from my house, and there was no reason to panic. What could a stranger possibly want with me? I couldn't possibly be at risk... 

However, I did feel relief when I finally arrived in front of my house and walked up the steps to the front door. I looked around just in time to see the boy who had walked behind me smile shyly up at me as he went on past the house. I knew, when I saw that smile, that he hadn't meant to harm me in any way. Wondering whether I was becoming paranoid, I entered the house.

Inside, I found myself in the entrance hall, facing my housemate Mike who was staring at me from the sitting room. I felt myself paralyzed at this disastrous mistake. He had seen me! He would most definitely recognize me, and then people would know!

Strangely, he seemed just as paralyzed as I was, staring at me wide eyed in disbelief as I raked my brain for something to say. As we stood there facing each other like a couple of idiots, Henry walked into the sitting room from the kitchen and saw the both of us, gawking at each other.

"Hey, Mike, have you met Elise here? She's a friend of Erik and I!" He said, without missing a beat.

I still couldn't find anything to say... Who did Henry think he was fooling? It was obvious that I was Erik.

"Err..." Mike seemed to be in a mental lockdown. "I... I don't think I have. Hi, I'm Mike"

He jerkily started moving again, walking up to me and offering me his hand. I took in in utter disbelief. How could he not recognize me? It was incredibly weird being presented to my housemate as if I were a stranger.

Mike's eyes narrowed suddenly.

"Is... Isn't that Erik's bag?" he asked.

"Y-yes... Well, I... I..." My brain was working madly, trying to make up an excuse. "He asked me to carry it home for him whilst he attends a debating society event this afternoon!" I finally blurted out.

I cringed. It was a terrible excuse, as one has every right to keep ones' bag during debates, however formal they may be. Mike still seemed to be accepting the excuse though, nodding slowly. He looked rather funny, standing towering above me and nodding stupidly. I was still very unused to my smaller height as a girl.

"I'm sorry I didn't ring the doorbell," I added, trying to look apologetic whilst stifling a smile.

"No, no, don't worry," answered Mike, "You just surprised me that's all. I never knew Erik had friends who were so... So..." His voice trailed away.

I raised an eyebrow at him, starting to really enjoy the situation, and he blushed profusely. At that point, Beth, my third housemate, came down the stairs. Henry quickly introduced us, and she cautiously came to shake my hand. I didn't really know where to go from there, so Henry proposed that we all go to the pub for the afternoon. 

It was a little early for the pub, but I knew that Henry, like me, thought it would be best if I were seen to spend as little time as possible in the house as a girl. The last thing I wanted was to betray the truth about Elise by acting too comfortably in my own home. I therefore said I would go, after which Mike quickly joined us, and Beth reluctantly agreed to come as well.

As we walked to the pub, I felt myself smiling. After all, I thought to myself, it didn't seem like my different appearance would affect my social life that much. Why not just act in the same way I usually do, remaining myself, and let other people assume I'm someone else based on my appearance?

This initially went well as we sat down in the pub and ordered some drinks. We quickly found ourselves joking and having fun, and I appreciated how agreeable Mike had become. Soon however, I started to feel a little fuzzy, and I realized that I was quickly getting drunk. It had been stupid of me to assume I could drink as much as usual: I was probably a good twenty kilograms lighter than usual... And yet I was only on my second or third drink!

Knowing this wouldn't end well, I simulated I sudden migraine and said I needed to go back home, apologizing profusely for leaving. Mike seemed to dislike the idea, and offered to accompany me home, but I refused, knowing that I couldn't have him follow me back to his own house. I insisted on leaving alone, and, after saying goodbye to my housemates, I left, leaving a rather forlorn Mike staring after me.

I quickly made my way back to the house, where I finally entered my room, got changed, and turned myself back into a guy. This sobered me up almost instantly, as my body mass increased. I then spent the next few hours or so watching the television. My housemates finally came back and greeted me, expressing surprise at my friend, Elise.

Mike and Beth eventually went to their rooms to work, and Henry joined me on the couch in the sitting room. I felt relieved that we had managed to keep my secret, but I felt a strange disconnection between the time when I was Elise and that where I am Erik. Acting out two people in real life before the same people was indescribably strange.

Neither Henry nor I said much during the rest of the evening. I knew he was just as disturbed by our peculiar type of acting as I was, and I didn't think either of us would want to talk about it just yet. After a couple of hours, however, Henry got up and headed towards his room, stopping at the sitting room door to turn to me.

"You know," he said, "I like Erik as a good housemate. But I also enjoy having Elise as a friend."

He left me there, pondering his words, unsure of how much I wanted Elise to permeate my personality.

October 16, 2014

I woke up around 8 a.m. today, and realized I'd have to rush to get ready for my first lecture at 9. I quickly got up, leapt into the shower and dried myself off, before grabbing a bowl of cereal from the kitchen to take to my room. I was quickly eating my cornflakes, wondering whether to wear a skirt or not, when looked outside I realized that it wasn't raining.

Strangely enough, this didn't make me feel the relief I would have expected during the previous days. Instead, I felt a mix of emotions twisting around in my gut. I knew I was a guy at heart, and looked forward to being able to act like a lad on campus, checking girls out and being raucous with my mates. 

However, there was also something about being female which had it's own charm, although I couldn't put my finger on it. It would definitely be hard having to accept that Thomas simply wouldn't recognize me for one thing... But there was more to it than that. I wondered if, perhaps, I had been growing tired of acting the lad as of late.

Anyway, it didn't matter now. I quickly finished my cereal and got dressed in my loosest jeans and my favorite shirt, both feeling nostalgic, and weirdly uncomfortable with my bulgy appendage and large body mass. It was strange how quickly I had adapted to being female over the last few days.

The rest of the morning went pretty much as it always did. I rushed to catch my bus in time, got to the lecture just as it was about to start, and sat next to my usual group of mates. They seemed a little taken aback after seeing me reappear after a two day absence from lectures, but I told them I had been unwell and they let the subject drop.

We'd finished our morning lectures and were going to go picnic on the campus grounds (I needed to buy sandwiches as I'd yet again forgotten to make some) when I saw Thomas. He seemed strangely lonely and sad, walking with his usual friends, all of whom seemed to be trying to cheer him up as they went to the canteen. Feeling a pang of guild, I wondered whether he thought I'd abandoned him, but I quickly moved on with my mates.

Lunch was a cheery affair, with loads of crude jokes and funny discussions. It did feel slightly tiresome after a while though, and the others noticed my slightly wooden expression, but I told them I still felt a little queasy after the last few days. We then went on comparing girls and grading them, occasionally pointing one out as a reference as she walked by.

I was surprised to find that whilst I still appreciated looking at sexy birds, I was also feeling more and more aware of their clothes. I even caught myself imagining myself as Elise wearing their clothes a couple of times, thinking of how pretty I'd be in them. Those thoughts were weird though, and I desperately tried to clear my head.

However, during the next lecture, I was once again drawn to the clothes of the pretty girl next to whom I sat. My mates were all chatting in a whisper on my left, but all I could see were the cute little white pumps worn by the girl on my right, which were decorated by an elaborate pink motif which merged multiple mathematical symbols into a heart.

"Nice shoes." I thought to myself.

"Thank you!" The girl answered, smiling at me.

I hadn't noticed I had actually spoken under my breath, and glanced at her face quickly, feeling embarrassed. I noticed that she had long dark hair and a mildly tanned, even skin. She had plump little lips baring brilliantly white teeth, a cute little nose, and most startling of all, bright greens eyes. I felt myself going red.

"I'm sorry..." I said, "I... I didn't realize I was speaking out loud."

"I don't mind. So, do you study chemistry and physics to?"

"No, I do physics and math's."

"Oh darn... I need some help in organic chemistry."

"I'm always interested in organic and I seem to remember I wasn't too bad at it at A level... Perhaps I can help anyway?" I offered.

She quickly told me about her problem, which concerned carbonyl chemistry. Luckily, I had done a few extra projects on ketone reactions during my time at school, so I could solve the problem without too much difficulty. When she looked doubtful, I tried using thermal physics to demonstrate the thermodynamic likelihood of my reactive compounds doing what I said they would.

I'd nearly calculated the Gibb's free energy to prove the reaction would happen when I noticed that the lecturer had stopped talking and was staring up at me, looking annoyed. We'd obviously been making too much noise, and I smiled apologetically at the professor until he went back to his lecture. I glanced at my neighbor, who was smirking teasingly at me, before picking up the notes I'd written.

"I believe you," She whispered to me softly, "My name is Isabelle, by the way."

"I'm Erik," I said.

The rest of the lecture went on smoothly, and Isabelle and I continued chatting under our breaths. We seemed to be getting along very well, and I was sad to see her go when our lecture finished and she said she needed to go to her lecture about chemical spectroscopy. I left with my mates to work in the library for an hour, before going to our last lecture on statistics.




A Diary for Two Ch. 04



The afternoon went on without a hitch, albeit a little boring, and I soon found myself on the bus on my way back home. Once at the house, I tried working in my room for a while, but couldn't seem to concentrate. I finally resigned after a few hours and spent the rest of the evening procrastinating.



A Diary for Two Ch. 05



A very slow built story about a character's transformation from being entirely male, to having to accept his magically switching gender. There are sexy bits and they will be more frequent in planned subsequent chapters, but they are not the main focus. 

Please do not expect any quick thrill out of this story, but make the most of the progressive development of the protagonist(s).

Also this is my first attempt at writing erotic literature. The feedback I got from the previous parts was very nice and very helpful, and I'd truly appreciate a continued feedback from any readers who are interested.

On a side note, some of you have noticed that the base concept of the transformation is taken from an anime called 'Ranma 1/2'. Whilst I freely admit having inspired myself directly from that for the physical aspect of the change, I would like to add that my main true inspiration as to the emotional development of this story comes from 'The Blue Necklace' by MissLisaJones, another story on this site.

For whoever is interested, I strongly recommend both 'The blue Necklace' and 'Ranma 1/2' as they are both very good pieces of fiction within their area.

*****

October 17, 2014

I woke up this morning feeling rather fresh. I checked my alarm clock. It was about half past seven, which meant that I had about an hour and a half to get to my first lecture of the day at nine. I got up and went to have my shower, quickly followed by some clothes and breakfast. It was sunny outside, which meant that I could remain a guy today, so I dressed up simply, donned my backpack, and headed for the door.

After and uneventful trip to campus, I went to my first physics lecture, slowly remembering what Fridays are like. I was looking forward to three lectures in a row, followed by a short lunch break and a four-hour long laboratory session. Great. I went to my first lecture, and was about to go sit next to my usual mates, when I noticed a slightly nearer Isabelle, waving down at me. I climbed up to her row, grinning to myself, and sat down next to her.

"Just for the record," she whispered, smiling. "I checked what you told me yesterday. You were right!"

"I sometimes am..." I answered.

"Well anyway, glad to see you again. Also, this is my housemate, Thomas. Thomas, this is the math and physics guy I told you about who is better at chemistry than I am."

I looked up, amazed. She was now introducing me to the very same Thomas whom I'd met as Elise... Feeling very self-conscious, I greeted him, feeling my smile becoming a little too stiff upon my face. He hardly seemed to notice me, as he nodded at me in a disinterested manner, his eyes fixed upon his lecture notes. Isabelle rubbed his shoulder gently, and turned to me.

"It's probably just this girl he met earlier on this week. It sounds like she has been avoiding him. I think he is quite smitten with her..." She whispered softly at me, winking mischievously.

I felt my face suddenly become very hot as I realized what that meant. Thomas was missing Elise, and it seemed like he felt rather more than just friendly towards her, or at least according to Isabelle... Feeling both guilty and very embarrassed, I remained silent, and contented myself to smile at Isabelle, trying to look amused.

I remained silent for the next few minutes as the lecture started, thinking hard about what to do. It was very disconcerting to learn that I had been convincing enough as Elise to attract this sort of attention in less than a week. After a while, Isabelle leaned toward me and made a joke about our Scottish lecturer's accent. I chuckled, and we were soon engrossed in our own conversation. I didn't pay attention too much of the lecture from then on, but it was a welcome distraction from my own chain of thoughts.

When the hour ended, Isabelle left for a tutorial, leaving me now alone as I made my way to my next lecture. As I got there, I noticed dark clouds quickly approaching on the horizon, and trepidation gripped me, knowing what they might mean. I spent the next two hours feeling an increasing sense of dread, as the clouds got closer and closer. I couldn't possibly allow myself not to attend my laboratory session, as attendance there was monitored, and I would be marked for it.

By the end of the third hour, the sky was darkening quickly, and I watched it in terror as I went to have lunch on my own. Sure enough, the downpour started as I started my lunch in the canteen (I had once again forgotten to bring sandwiches). I stared at the falling rain as I swallowed my food with difficulty, feeling weak.

As it finally became time for my lab session, I decided to go for it. I waited until no one was near the entrance to the canteen, and exited quickly. I felt my clothes sag around me as I stepped into the downpour, feeling myself shrink. Luckily, I had been getting used to the effects of the process of transformation, and I kept my balance, breathing deeply as I readjusted the straps of my bag on my too small shoulders.

After looking around and making sure that no one had seen me, I quickly made my way towards the physics department of the university. I was glad to see that few people were standing outside in the rain, and that those who were wanted to get out as quickly as possible, making their way to their destinations without paying much attention to me.

As I entered the building, I looked around. The corridor was empty, with all the office doors closed. Feeling lucky, I quickly walked down the corridor to the stairs, and successfully got to the upper floor without attracting any attention. There, I stopped, realizing that I would have to cross the packed common room of this floor to get to the restrooms.

It was packed, obviously, as everyone was waiting to enter the lab. I discreetly turned around and went back down the stairs, so as to start looking for the restroom on the ground floor. After crossing a couple of less familiar corridors in a panicky state, I finally found one and entered quickly. It was empty, so I quickly went to the washbasins and ran the hot water. Just before I splashed myself with it, I looked into the mirror.

There, I saw the same blue eyes as ever, staring back at me from a small, disheveled figure. She may have been drenched from the rain and dressed up in huge, sagging, male clothing, but she was as beautiful as ever. I felt a strange pang in my gut as I realized that I didn't want to make this delicate creature vanish again. I felt torn between one part of me, which stared in love and wonder at her beauty, and another, which preferred to remain this female being anyway. But I knew I had to change, so I quickly splashed my face in scolding water, feeling Elise melt away once again.

As I quickly left the restroom, knowing I would probably be late for my lab, I suddenly realized that the sign on the door was female. Realizing that I had instinctively entered the ladies', I felt myself go red, unsure whether I was embarrassed because I had entered the women's' restroom, or because it had felt normal when I did so.

The next four hours didn't go so well, as I found it difficult to pay attention to my work. I repeatedly misadjusted the spectrometer during the measurements, and I knew that my lab partner was getting frustrated at me, but my mind kept going back to what I had felt when I had stared into Elise's eyes in the restroom. I was also uncomfortably aware of the continuous pattering of rain, which I could still hear from within the lab. 

After a long and tortuous session, I finally left the lab, feeling the strain starting to wear me thin. I sat down in the common room, and waited for everyone to leave as I pretended to work on my notes. I eventually got up and left the building, stepping onto a seemingly empty campus, as the rain kept on pouring down from the heavens and made me into this angel.

Accepting my fate, I made my way to the bus stop and sat down, feeling exhausted. After a few minutes wait, I suddenly realized that a gruff, bulky man was sitting next to me. Looking around, I saw Henry smiling down at me, seemingly huge from my reduced position.

"So... How has your day been, Elise?" He asked, "Made any boyfriends yet?"

For some reason, this small bit of teasing broke me as I finally succumbed to the strain of all the uncertainty in my new life. I felt tears starting to roll my cheeks as I desperately tried not to sob. It seemed stupid and pointless. After all, nothing had gone truly wrong... But the accumulated insecurities and ambiguities of my situation had built up within me to the point where I could not hold them in anymore.

I closed my eyes, feeling myself starting to tremble as I cried, and soon I felt myself being enclosed in Henry's bear hug. As he held me, I sensed all my pent up worries and emotions slowly drain out of me, and I leant into him to take comfort from his presence.

"I'm sorry, Elise, I didn't mean to hurt you" Henry said, sounding ashamed.

"It's... It's not you" I whispered back, "It's just too much... This is all too much, Henry. I cannot deal with it all."

I fell silent, and held onto him, feeling progressively better as I flushed my tears out of my system, hearing him trying to comfort, reassure and encourage me in a soft tone. I didn't really register what he was saying, but as I listened to him, his voice eased my worries slightly, and I was thankful for it. 

I soon felt a lot better, as well as very grateful towards Henry. He may not understand my problems, but he had been helpful throughout the experience, even despite himself and despite his nature. As I leaned in to kiss him on the cheek before disengaging, I realized that Erik would never have done this. More than that, Henry would never have hugged Erik... He would have found it too... 'Gay'...

Wondering whether the same thought had crossed Henry's mind, I looked up at him, only to see him smiling, with eyes conveying far more emotion than I would have thought possible. I hesitated for a few long instances as to what to do next, before the bus finally turned up. We clambered onto it and found ourselves some seats, where I collapsed, tugging at my wet and oversized clothes.

"God, I can't wait to get out of these things," I told Henry, "I can't stand looking so weird."

"You don't look weird!" Chuckled Henry, as he glanced down at me, "You look... Cute."

Not knowing what to say to that, I shrugged. I could not ever remember being called 'cute' before... 

A few minutes later, we found ourselves entering the house together. It seemed to be empty, but I knew that my other housemates often spend a lot of time working discreetly in their room. I was therefore very cautious as I went to fetch some dry clothes from my room and tiptoed to the bathroom to have a warm shower. It was nice getting out of the wet clothes, but I once again felt a sense of abandon when I sensed my body expanding again under the hot water.

I toweled myself quickly and got dressed, after which I went back to my room. There, I hesitated again... Finally, on a whim, I decided to turn back into Elise. I would only do it for the night, I thought, as I was curious about my yet unexplored female body. I wonder now whether some part of me also feels more comfortable as a girl, if only when in private.

I got undressed again, and used the water from my washbasin to change yet again, for the third time of the day. Feeling myself start to shiver from the cold water, I wiped my face dry with my towel and went to fetch some underwear. As I sorted through my small pile, I noticed a pair of cute black panties made of less, next to an assorted bra. 

It was very sweet and frilly, albeit a tiny bit see-through, and seemed rather narrow on the rear, although it certainly was not a thong. I couldn't remember buying it, and wondered what else I had bought whilst in the second state I had entered when I had bought my female clothing. I could not imagine why I had bought this underwear, but I felt curious, and I decided to put it on.

The lace felt very light and soft as I put the panties on, and fit snuggly around my groin. It still seemed weird to have such close fitting clothes in that area, and I was not unsure whether I enjoyed the invasiveness of the clothing as it clung to me and inserted itself slightly between my cheeks. I then put on the bra, feeling it cup my breasts and support them. They weren't of a particularly impressive size, and I knew they didn't move around that much, even without support. However, they still moved enough for me to appreciate why many a woman would prefer wearing a bra throughout the day.

I had never paid as much attention to my female body whilst getting dressed before, and it felt slightly perverse to do so now, despite it being my own body. I then put on a loose dark t-shirt and some cute little grey shorts that seemed to be made of a similar fabric to my pajamas, although I really had no idea whether they actually were meant to be female pajamas or not.

As I sat down on my bed, I looked around at my room, which now seemed a lot bigger and messier than usual. I pulled myself under the sheets, feeling strange in this smaller and frailer body of mine, and started staring with some wonder at my long, slim, hairless limbs. They seemed too perfect to my eyes, as I thought back to my usual arms and legs.

Indeed, whilst my 'male' limbs are not exactly aged and pock marked, they still carry a number of marks, of small scars and light discolorations, all upon a darker, rougher skin, which is mostly covered with a thin layer of hair. These arms and these legs, on the other hand, carried no marks, no scars, were perfectly evenly colored, and seemed absolutely hairless. This, I realized, was strange. I have known for a while now that, usually, women need to shave their bodies to maintain this level of smoothness.

I, on the other hand, seemed completely hairless with the exception of my eyebrows and the long blond curls flowing down from the top of my head. I gently grabbed a handful, and pulled them to my face to look at them. They appeared lush, with a very rich colour, which seemed to shine slightly. I could smell a faint scent, which seemed strangely similar to both those of hyacinth and lavender. This was strange, as my keen nose had always been very good at distinguishing smells. And yet I was sure that this smell was neither that of lavender or hyacinths, but rather something in between...

I then wondered whether it was the natural smell of my hair, as I had definitely not used a shampoo of those sorts of flagrance in the shower. For some reason, I jokingly thought to myself that I couldn't possibly live with hair pertaining such an unidentifiable smell. I giggled softly, and pulled my legs in, hugging them to my chest as I sat on my bed, looking around my room serenely.

After a couple of minutes, I heard a loud knock on my door, which made me jump. Feeling panicky, I stared at the thankfully locked door, wondering whether or not to pretend I was sleeping. I then heard Henry calling me from the other side of the door.

"Erik," he called calmly, "Can I come in?"

A little hesitantly, I walked to the door and opened it a crack, peering out to check that Henry was alone. He was. I opened the door to let him in, closing it swiftly behind him. It was only once I'd safely locked my door that I noticed what he'd been carrying: a platter carrying cutlery, two glasses, two tear-drop shaped pieces of bread, and two plates covered in large servings of rice and curry.

I inhaled deeply and caught the delicious aroma of spices, garlic, coconut and lime pickle. I smiled as I then looked up at Henry.

"Madras and... Lababdar?" I asked.

He nodded.

"With extra coconut milk, lime pickle and garlic naan?" I questioned.

"That is some good nose you have there!" He exclaimed.

"How did you know that was my favorite?" It was starting to feel like a quiz.

"You told me when you first cooked a curry in the kitchen," He said, handing me the plate of Lababdar curry and a steaming hot naan. "I thought you might need it after today." He added.

I dug in instantly, feeling suddenly ravenous. Henry paused to pick my laptop up from the floor.

"Mind if we use this to watch this new series I've just heard of? It's based off of that character from Silence of the Lambs, Hannibal."

"Mmhmm!" I agreed, my mouth full of curry.

We spent the next hour or so, watching the first episode of the Hannibal series as we sat on my bed, guzzling curry. It felt like the best thing in the world.

With the curry finished and the credits rolling onscreen, I leant against Henry, feeling absolutely full. I had definitely overestimated the size of my new stomach, and was now paying the consequences.

"I see you haven't turned back..." Henry observed, speaking for the first time since he had turned Hannibal on.

I blushed, feeling a little uneasy, but I decided that I might as well be frank with Henry. He was the only person who knew about my embarrassing condition and he had been nothing but helpful. I crossed my legs under me, as I realized how highly cut my shorts were, and how much of my feminine limbs were showing.

"I... I decided to try sleeping like this tonight." I told him. "I'm just curious what it's like... I mean, I never chose to be in this situation, and I don't like it, but as long as I'm like this, I might as well find out what it's like..."

"Well you don't see me complaining!" Said Henry, slipping his huge arm around my waist and grinning playfully down at me.

I didn't really know what to feel at that point, so I remained silent. Chuckling, Henry put on the second episode of Hannibal, and we watched it to, as I slowly started falling to sleep, leaning against Henry more and more. I only woke up when he left, having switched my laptop off and put me to bed. He had been very gentle so as not to wake me up, but I still became aware when he opened the door and left.

I'm glad we spent the evening together. It was a little weird, but it was worth it.



A Diary for Two Ch. 06



A very slow built story about a character's transformation from being male to... Both? There are sexy bits and they become more frequent as the story moves on, but they are not the main focus. 

Please do not expect any quick thrill out of this story, but make the most of the progressive development of the protagonist(s).

Also this is my first attempt at writing erotic literature. The feedback I've been receiving has continued to be very helpful and rewarding, whether they be appreciation, encouragements, nitpicks or good old advice. Please don't hesitate to message or comment if there is anything you'd like to say.

Some of you have noticed that the basic transformation is taken from an anime called 'Ranma 1/2'. I freely admit having inspired myself directly from that for the physical change, but I would really like to credit 'The Blue Necklace' by MissLisaJones, another story on this site, for inspiring me in my writing.

For whoever is interested, I strongly recommend both 'The blue Necklace' and 'Ranma 1/2' as they are very good pieces of fiction within their area.

I'm also trying to spend more time on the writing and the plot so as to produce longer, more complete episodes. Tell me what you think about it, even if it's just to shout "go faster!". I like to know what people think of what I write and what they want from it.

*****

October 18, 2014

I woke up around nine this morning, feeling extremely happy as I lay in bed. I stretched inside my bed, marveling at how big it now seemed, and grouped up my hair which seemed to have spread out from my head into a tangled mess over my pillow. It felt incredibly cozy and warm under the sheets, and I passed my hand over my calves, enjoying how perfectly smooth and firm they felt.

Feeling a little overdressed for bed, I then pulled my t-shirt and shorts off, throwing them onto the floor before hugging myself beneath the sheets, feeling extremely comfortable and enjoying the still rather new sensation of my lace underwear on my skin. I brushed it lightly with my hand, first my bra, and then my panties, feeling down in wonder at the complete absence of bulge between my legs.

I was stopped short there, as I felt a small fold in my panties where the fabric pulled slightly into the crease of my vulva, forming an unmistakable camel toe. I found the idea rather embarrassing, and decided that I should perhaps switch to some other underwear in the future, as I absentmindedly traced the length of the crease with my fingers. A sudden twinge from my groin made me stop, as I felt a very sensitive part of my new sex throbbing under my fingers.

I paused, surprised at how sensitive it felt as I rested my finger in place, breathing in deeply as I thought about my yet unexplored and most intimate part of my female body. I could sense a distinctive heat emanating from my crotch and coursing throughout my body, making me feel slightly hot and sweaty. It felt intense, although not at all uncomfortable. Finally, I decided myself and slipped my hand into my panties.

There, I touched my slit, a long gash between my legs, pointing from my perineum and culminating in a tiny knob of flesh, which felt very delicate as I touched it. I tried spreading the lips slightly with my index and middle finger, but soon felt the tightness of my flesh as I did so. I then, tentatively, tried inserting the end of my index between the lips, teasing them open as I prodded into myself. I could feel the heat increasing a little, making the extremity of my entire skin tingle tantalizingly.

As my right hand slowly prodded my new, soft, raw and sensitive insides, I became wrestles, itching for contact, for warmth as I squirmed embarrassedly at my own touch. As I hugged myself with my left arm, I accidentally nudged my left breast and felt a slight increase in the heat now seeming to emanate from my entire center. Surprised, I slowly cupped my breast with my hand, realizing how sensitive it was, how delicate it felt.

This was all strange to me. I knew that this was female arousal, but it seemed to be coming from my entire being, not just my groin. I could feel the slight burning of the fire that controlled me intensify for each movement I made, each light friction the skin of my neck and shoulders made with my sheets. I could hear my breathing now, as I wriggled slightly on my back, my finger still teasing my opening as its' tip explored the soft flesh between my lips.

I wasn't losing control, or feeling the usual scorching need from my groin, nor did I feel like I was on the edge at anytime. Instead, I was simply enjoying the slow burn as it slowly spread pulsed through my entire body, making me breath a little heavily and muffling my hearing with the low buzz of my arousal. I was closing my eyes now, when I heard a knock on my door.

My eyes flew open in panic, and I pulled my sheets up to my chin and waited silently as I stared at the door of my room. It was horrible, as if I had been caught doing something terrible, something dirty, or something dishonorable... After a short wait, I heard a soft voice tentatively calling my name. I didn't dare answer. The voice called again, and I heard, to my horror, the latch of my door opening, as it was unlocked from the other side.

The door opened slowly, and Henry's head appeared, looking cautious. He called my name again.

"Elise?" He whispered, "Are you awake?"

"Y-yes," I answered, realizing I had stopped breathing, "What's wrong, Henry?"

"Nothing really," he said, "I just thought you might want to know that the others are gone for the day."

Suddenly I felt furious. How could he scare me like that? Especially if he knew that there was no one else in the house, how could he leave me in such a state of worry, even for a second? Furthermore, how dare he take my key, let alone unlock and open my door without my permission? What if he'd caught me at the wrong moment, doing... Doing... Doing this...? I suddenly felt even more sharply aware of how vulnerable I was under my sheets, and how embarrassing my situation was.

I growled, pulling my left arm out from under the covers to through my pillow at him. He laughed lightheartedly, catching the pillow easily as he looked down at me, apparently oblivious to my level of undress beneath my sheets.

"Calm down there little miss," He chuckled, giving me a wink, which only made me more irate, "What's wrong? I thought this was good news I was giving you..."

I eyed the key in his hands, and he suddenly seemed to notice.

"Oh that! I'm sorry but I didn't want to leave the door unlocked when I left the room last night in case the others were to barge in... As I didn't want to wake you, I just took your key to lock your door behind me. I couldn't lock your door from outside without the key, so what else could I do? Sleep in your bed?"

I wasn't sure whether he was being apologetic or teasing, but I felt myself blush deeply. Now I thought about it, it all made sense, and I could not think of a valid reason to be angry with him. However, my embarrassment at my situation and my mistake stopped me from backing down, and I glared at him as I tried to hide my shame. Eventually getting the hint, he backed out of the room slowly, looking a little worried.

As soon as he was gone, and the door closed, I got up and shook myself, feeling guilty. I knew I shouldn't have been so harsh on him, but I just couldn't allow myself to be caught out like that... It was embarrassing enough as a guy, so as Elise... I quickly put on a slightly too large t-shirt, looking for comfort.

I quickly followed it up by the pair of shorts I had slept with, which I tried to pull on only to realize that my panties were slightly moist at the crotch. This patch of wetness only made me blush at the realization of where it had come from and why, as I swiftly covered my panties with the shorts. I then took my usual male dressing gown and wrapped the huge thing around myself, feeling as if I were swimming in the robe.

Feeling better covered and comforted, I walked out of my room, and took in a deep breath as I turned my mind back to my utter freedom for the day, and the lack of risks of being spotted. A single sniff was enough to tell me someone was making bacon and eggs, and I moved to the sitting room just as henry carried in a frying pan, still sizzling with a delicious looking breakfast.

I savored the look and smell for an instant, before turning to the table, where I saw cutlery for two. Realizing that the wake up call had all been part of a timed plan to surprise me with breakfast, I bit my lip, feeling suddenly a lot worse. Henry simply started serving the bacon and eggs generously, not looking up at me. I decided to apologize, but he cut me off before I'd even uttered a sound.

"I'm sorry, Elise," he said, looking up at me looking shameful, "I didn't mean to scare you or anything... I should have asked you for the key."

I gaped at him for an instant, too stunned for words. I knew Henry well enough to know when he felt at fault for something, but I'd never actually seen him apologize so openly and shamefully to anyone before...

"Are... Are you kidding?" I asked him, "You only did what you thought was best for me! The last thing I'd want would be to be caught unawares by the other two... And as for this..." I glanced back down at the delicious food, "It definitely is worth any wake-up call, however rough it may be. I'm the one who should be sorry, mate. I'm the one who acted like a real bitch and I shouldn't be like that after what you're doing for me, and..."

I trailed away, realizing what I'd just said, what I'd just called myself. I felt my cheeks redden at what that meant. Henry was just staring at me, a little wide-eyed. He finally sat down, and gestured me to do the same, before digging in. I didn't need to be asked twice, and started going through my bacon and eggs. 

They were cooked to perfection, having obviously been added separately so as to make the bacon crispy and the egg yolk nice and runny, covered with a thin layer of salt, pepper and herbs and encased inside a large onion ring which gave it a perfect shape whilst making it slightly thick. The whole thing was incredible, as I ate it accompanied with crispy and yet still slightly moist toasts that Henry had cut from his favorite stash in the fridge, and just brought out of the toaster.

As I finally ground to a stop, I felt another pang of guilt as I realized that I could never finish my food, and cursed myself for my smaller eating abilities as a girl. Henry didn't seem to mind though, as he quickly noticed that I had stopped and scooped my remains into his plate, gobbling them down in a matter of seconds.

After breakfast, we both sat there, looking absolutely stuffed, and glancing at each other with contented smiles. Having finally found the energy to sit up straight, Henry asked me:

"So... What should we do today? Want to go shopping again like last week, you seemed to enjoy that?"

I reddened again at the blurry memories of that strange buying frenzy I had done about a week ago, and shook my head.

"I... I don't want to go shopping Henry. More than that, I don't like shopping!"

"You looked like you were having fun last time..." He pointed out.

"I don't know... I don't think that was me!" I tried to answer, feeling confused. Indeed, now that I thought of it, my strange memories didn't seem to make sense. "How do you expect me to walk in and start buying loads of clothes willy-nilly, without even knowing my measurements? I don't have a clue what most of what I bought was, except that an actual girl generally seems to spend a lot more time than that trying to work out what to wear. God, they have magazines, ads, fashion shows and the rest..."

"So... What are you saying?" Henry asked.

"That..." God this felt hard to explain, even to myself, "I guess it wasn't me buying those things, or at least if it was, I wasn't entirely myself... I don't know... But I definitely know that I personally have no idea how to shop for girls' clothes, and I definitely don't like the idea...". I took a deep breath before continuing. "I'm wondering if it's part of my... My... This!" I said, waving my hand towards myself. "It makes me a... Um... Well, a female, but not entirely. I guess it must take a few shortcuts."

"So you're actually saying you didn't enjoy buying those frilly panties for yourself?" Henry asked, half amused, half incredulous. I growled at him.

We quickly changed subject after that, trying to find something else to occupy ourselves. We chatted for a while about work, and I tried to explain to Henry how, from a physicists' point of view, classical, relativistic and quantum physics had to be first clearly separated to understand how the different scales interacted. He showed far more interest in the subject than he usually did, but I could soon tell he was getting bored.

After I fell silent, feeling a little awkward and geeky, I noticed how intently he seemed to be staring at me, and averted my gaze. He quickly realized what he was doing and looked down at his feet in embarrassment. After an awkward moment, he finally spoke.

"So... What now? We've got all day free, we should do stuff."

"Like what?"

"Well... We could watch a film," He proposed.

"I think I've seen enough television for the while thanks."

"Well I don't know... How about going for a run?"

I snorted. It sounded a little weird from me.

"Are you joking? Do you have any idea how much weaker I am in this body?"

"Not really," he answered, "And I doubt you do either. Anyway, this isn't some test of strength, just a bit of cardio."

I looked at him doubtfully.

"Oh come one!" he exclaimed, "We both know that you've at least got a fit body, whether weak or not. How about making the most of it instead of letting it fatten up?"

"Oh all right..." I accepted grudgingly, feeling my cheeks burn a little at his complements.

I went to fetch some shoes, deciding that my current outfit would do for a run. Sadly, I didn't seem to have bought any female sports shoes, so I had to put on my oversized tennis shoes, feeling my feet sliding around in them despite wearing many layers of socks to fill them in. I then tied them up as tightly as I could, and came out. Henry was waiting for me in his own shorts and t-shirt, pumping himself up for the run and jogging a little on the spot.

I noticed that he looked even huger like that, wearing a plain white t-shirt and grunting low under his breath as he got himself ready, doing a few stretches. I felt like a little kid getting ready to run with an ogre. We set off soon, going at a comfortable pace down a slight slope as we warmed up. The sun felt great on my skin as we ran through the still slightly fresh morning air. The roads started blurring by as I lost track of where we were going, following Henry as he decided on the route. 

He had been right about one thing though: my cardio wasn't as bad as I expected, and I found myself lasting far longer than I'd have thought, even with a huge breakfast weighing me down, as we went down winding paths, up along a railway and then back down into town. It was exhilarating to just jog down road after road, making the most of my speed and reveling in the abilities of my own supernatural body.

It was also a little liberating to be able to just run around in the open as Elise, without any worries of being turned suddenly, or caught in an unfortunate scenario by someone I knew. I nearly felt like spreading my arms out like wings as we crossed a lovely old bridge, taking in my environment, when we crossed two guys who were walking the opposite direction. I didn't pay them much attention as we passed them, but I distinctly heard one of them wolf-whistle at me once we were a few meters away.

Suddenly feeling embarrassed again, I looked up at the back of Henry's neck, which I saw was also reddening. He had obviously heard, and was slowing down as if to turn back, but I caught up with him at that point and pushed him a little forwards, encouraging him to drop it. He did, but a few minutes later, he stopped next to a bench, and waited for me to arrive.

We were both panting from the miles we'd just run, and I started to do a few stretches against the bench as Henry brought a bottle of water out of one of his huge pockets. He took a few big gulps, emptying half of it straight, before handing it to me. I took it, feeling incredibly thirsty as I put it to my lips. As I drank, I heard Henry speak.

"God those stupid bastards! I should have taught them a lesson for acting like that with you."

"You and me both," I said, trying to laugh a little. He wasn't amused. "Oh come on, mate... It's not as if you've never acted like that before."

He remained silent, but I could see he was getting uncomfortable.

"Anyway," I quickly added, "Hasn't it always been your motto that you deal with your problems with other people, and let me deal with mine?"

"Yea... Well," He seemed a little flushed. "It's different here. It isn't as if you'd been looking for trouble or anything. And... It wouldn't be fair to expect you to be able to teach them a lesson."

I frowned at him. It was annoying to admit how much more vulnerable I was now, let alone hear other people speak about it openly. Nevertheless, he was perfectly right, and we both knew it. I was greatly disadvantaged in a fight against a single guy now, let alone two. It was strange, because I knew that both Henry and Erik were the type to tackle two at a time if they felt angry enough...

After a few stretches, we continued jogging, in an all together more subdued atmosphere. I was finding the uphill run back to our house very tiring now, as my legs started aching badly, and my lungs burnt painfully. It was a long and arduous run, as I felt my calves cramping and my movements slowing. I tried to soldier on, as I think I was both trying to prove to Henry, and to myself at that point, that I was still perfectly capable, whether female or not.

I only just made it to the house, however, feeling my legs on the verge to give way as I lent against a wall, panting heavily. I looked up to see Henry looking just as tired, with a red face a heaving chest, despite a stoic look on his face.

"I'm... I'm exhausted..." I panted.

"Oh come... Come one... It wasn't that... Hard..." Henry gasped back, as he tried, and failed, to keep control of his wheezes.

"Either way... I need a shower." I stated, deciding to ignore that jibe.

I picked up my towel from my room and clambered the stairs painfully, trying to heave my leaden legs along with me. I finally got to the bathroom, hung the towel, stripped, and clambered into the shower. I couldn't stand the idea of warm water in my overheated state, and washed in a cold shower, appreciating deeply the feeling of the cool water against my skin.

I washed my body first, quickly soaping, scrubbing and rinsing all the nooks and crannies, as I still did not feel entirely at home with my new privates. I then poured shampoo over my hair and started rubbing it in, quickly realizing that these long curls required me to be a lot more thorough than the short brush I usually washed. I made a mental note to wash my hair as a male next time.

I finally stepped out of the shower, refreshed and clean, drying my self off with the towel. It was easy enough, although I was a little cautious as I dried between my legs, unsure how sensitive it'd make me. I didn't encounter any problems, however, until I tried drying my long strands of hair, which were now impeding my vision and seemed to have absorbed as much water as possible. I tried my best, squeezing out my hair as best I could with the towel, but however much I tried, I couldn't dry it entirely, and felt with frustration the long humid strands tickling my shoulders and back.




A Diary for Two Ch. 06



I thought to myself that I should find something to tie my hair up behind me, at least so as to stop it from wetting my clothes... That is when I realized that I had no clothes to wear inside the bathroom: all those I had walked in with were soaked in sweat and smelled awful. I scanned them hopefully however, hoping they might perhaps be hiding a new pile of clean fresh clothes, before accepting the facts. I then tried tying my towel around myself, high enough to cover most of my breasts but still only just low enough to cover my privates, as I cursed myself for not having a bigger towel. It seemed to hold, but didn't inspire much confidence in me, so I quickly picked up my things and left the bathroom, hoping to get to my room before anything became undone.

I went down the stairs, and found Henry looking up at me in surprise, obviously waiting for me and about to say something. I flashed a quick embarrassed smile at him, before quickly entering my room and barricading myself in. Finally safe, I found a plain pair of cotton white undies, which I covered with what I assumed to be a white shirt, although it may have been a blouse (I'm not sure what the difference is), and an ample but plain knee-length skirt. Nothing fancy, but then again I didn't know enough to get past basic outfits.

Once dressed, I picked up my dirty clothes and walked out of my room, throwing them into the communal laundry basket in the hallway out of habit. I then walked over to Henry in the next room, looking at him quizzically. He stared at me for an instant, looking uncharacteristically hesitant to speak.

"Weren't... Weren't you going to change back during your shower?" he finally asked.

"I..." I stopped. He was right. Had I been him, I would have expected me to smoothly change back during my shower, especially after all I'd previously said about still being a guy. The honest truth was that I'd forgotten to turn back. Scrap that, I'd actually forgotten I could or how to do so... I felt confused, but I wanted to cover it up.

"I thought I might as well stay like this, if that means you're going to keep cooking me meals." I finally told him, teasing him gently.

He just chuckled. "Fine then, I'll make lunch if that is what you want so badly," he said. "It's still a bit early though," he added, "Why don't we watch a bit of Hannibal beforehand?"

I nodded, and we quickly set ourselves up, pulling the low table near one of the sofas in the sitting room so as to rest our feet upon it. I then sat down and watched Henry plugging his computer into the wide-screen television so as to watch Hannibal on it. He finally got up, his back muscles rippling, and sat onto the sofa next to me. He was so heavy that the entire thing sunk a few inches and I found myself sitting on a slope leading in towards him.

Trying to ignore it, I curled my legs up beneath me, both for stability and because, for some reason, I found it a little more cozy. We sat there next to each other, Henry stretched out onto the low table and seemingly folding the sofa under his weight, me perched a little above him, with my legs folded up beneath me, as we watched the beginning of another episode of Hannibal.

The series seemed as good as ever, and I felt chilled as I watched the terrors of the horrible and yet beautiful crime scenes, as they were associated with even more horrible and yet beautiful minds. I held onto my legs, feeling my skirt spreading out beneath me, and soon felt a warm, soft weight upon my left shoulder. Twisting around, I saw that it was Henry's hand, as his arm rested behind my back.

"Hey," I said, looking at him in half amusement, half discomfort, "Why are you putting your arm around me?"

"Because I want to." Henry answered, smirking.

"And why would I let you?"

"Because you're a girl, and chicks love it when I put my arm around them like this"

"You wish!" I snorted, "Anyway, you know I'm not really a girl."

"Then why are you deciding to be one? You've been insistent on remaining like this; don't blame me for acting the way I do. This is what I'm like, and you know that if you're going to be that," He nodded down at my chest, "might as well start acting like one too..."

I sighed uneasily, but accepted that he had a point, and leant back against his arm, trying to make my shoulder muscles relax.

"Well that won't do," added Henry, "You're stiff as a rock! You need to relax."

He suddenly took my shoulders with both his hands and turned my back to him. I was about to protest when I felt his large hands starting to kneed my shoulders, and I felt my shoulder muscles melt. The feeling was very intense, but not quite painful, as I felt my muscles being spread out and massaged into a state of ecstasy. I sighed to myself, letting myself go to the work applied to my shoulders. I had never known Henry was so good at this.

"That's it," Henry's voice said from behind me, "You need to be comfortable in your own skin if you're going to pass off as Elise, you know..."

"Oh yes? Got any other good tips?" I asked sarcastically, trying to ignore the fact that my shoulders were putty in his hands.

"Actually I do." He answered, almost teasing, as he suddenly grabbed my under my armpits and lifted me onto his lap.

I tried to buck off, but he quickly started massaging me again, reaching lower down my back this time, and I melted in his hands again. I had a feeling he was having a lot of fun demeaning me, as I felt my protests die in my throat. Suddenly, he reached in front of me and undid a button on my blouse, followed by another. Feeling mortified and panicky, I quickly brought my hands up to stop him, but he was already working my shoulders and back again.

"You need to learn, for one, that girls always open up at least a couple of buttons, if not more, to show a little décolleté. Only weirdoes feel the need to be so modest as to button it up to the top." Henry lectured.

I sensed my ears turn red, as I sat there confused... How could he possibly say that to me? And furthermore, where had he learnt of the word 'décolleté'? He certainly was full of surprises. I'd add that Hannibal had finished by now, but neither of us seemed to notice the rolling credits.

"Are you done yet?" I asked between gritted teeth, "Or are you going to continue like this for long?"

"Oh I'm nearly done," Said Henry in a lighthearted manner, "I'd just add that you should invest in something to dry your hair better, you're soaking the back of your blouse and my hands..."

"Anything else?" I asked, quickly loosing patience.

"Just one..." There was a short pause. "Why so serious?" He suddenly asked teasingly, as his hands suddenly descended to my waist and started tickling me.

I lost it at that point, as I was incredibly ticklish at that spot and found myself crippling, giggling madly as I tried to break free of his grip. I didn't manage, and the next few minutes were spent in a haze as my sadist of a housemate tortured me for what felt like hours. By the time his tickling relented, I was lying on the floor on my back, gasping for air and with streams of tears rolling from my eyes.

"You all right?" Asked Henry, a cheery grin plastered on his face.

"You... You..." I panted, feeling the remnants of those last bouts of uncontrollable laughter leave me. He offered me his hand and hoisted me to my feet, where I stood feeling wobbly for a few moments.

"I'm going to make lunch." Stated Henry as he nipped off to the kitchen. I sat slowly back down to the sofa, holding my sore sides with trembling hands. I didn't wait there long, though, as Henry soon walked in with two plates carrying plain white sandwiches. I wasn't complaining: our breakfast had been such that I'd probably never feel hungry again, even after a morning jog...

The sandwiches were delicious though, made of butter and salami, and I closed my eyes in appreciation as I ate them slowly. I didn't get why women seemed so scared of food, I found that I appreciated it even more now than as a guy, despite my smaller stomach. Once the sandwiches were gone, I leant back in the sofa, feeling restful despite Henry once again wrangling his arm around my shoulders. I let him this time; slowly feeling myself drift off to sleep.

I woke up at the end of the afternoon, feeling bad that I'd just wasted so much time in the day. I wondered where Henry might be, but had a feeling he would probably be working in his room. Not wanting to disturb him, I went straight to mine and tried to work as well. It felt dull, and I couldn't get myself to work on this Saturday evening. I started daydreaming (or perhaps just dreaming, as night was quickly falling), incapable of concentrating properly on my laboratory report on the variant of the Franck-Hertz experiment I'd done.

I was about to go make myself dinner when I heard the front door opening. I froze, knowing that it was either Mike or Beth, and becoming a lot more aware of my current shape. I quickly ran myself some hot water from my washbasin and slapped in onto my face. That was a mistake, as I suddenly felt my chest being squeezed inside my tiny shirt, at the point of tearing the buttons off. I quickly undid it, pulling it off with difficulty, and thanking the Gods that I had decided to wear a skirt with an elastic waistband. It was only once I'd pulled the skirt off that I felt just how ridiculous I looked, wearing tiny white panties with a small bra constricting my chest and plopping its' cups against my pectoral muscles.

The weirdness got to me, and I tore the underwear off and replaced it with boxers, a t-shirt and my dressing gown, reveling in the maleness and normality I now presented. More than anything, I couldn't stand the idea of being caught in inappropriate circumstances, and realized how good it felt to reduce the risks of that to zero... 

I walked over to the kitchen, and nodded and grunted at Mike as I opened the fridge. He nodded and grunted back in our usual custom, as I took out a slice of old pizza, put it on a plate and walked to my room. I didn't really understand why I didn't seem to mind being a girl so much, and even enjoyed it. Now that I wasn't one anymore, I found the idea painful, and was joyful in being back to normal again, in being the good old me, the good old Erik.



A Diary for Two Ch. 07



A slow built story about a character's transformation. Sexy bits may be present in some chapters, but are not the main focus. So no quick thrills here, but some development of the protagonist(s).

Also this is my first attempt at writing erotic literature. The feedback has been great on the last chapters, so please keep it coming! (whether good or bad, as long as it's fair)

I'll repeat my recommendation of 'Ranma 1/2' (japanese anime) and 'The Blue Necklace' (Literotica story), two great pieces of fiction I inspired myself from in this story.

I'm sorry for taking so long with this chapter, I have been a little overworked of late. Don't hesitate to kick my butt for this in your feedback, although I'm hoping you'll forgive me as I'm attempting to lengthen the submissions to allow a better read... Is that what you guys prefer?

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October 19th, 2014

God I'm glad I don't have a headache! I just can't wait to see how Henry is faring... Anyway, he isn't up yet, so I guess I should start at the beginning.

I woke up late yesterday morning, getting up around 10 a.m. and wondering what to do during the day as I got dressed in jeans and a shirt. I exited my room to find Henry sitting on the couch and watching an old rugby match. We greeted each other with our usual morning grunts, and I went to fetch a bowl of cereal and milk to eat as I watched.

"What's the plan for today?" I asked him.

"Well, I'm starting with the gym. It's arm and ab day for me."

"Oh all right... Mind if I come with you?"

"Nope." He paused. "I didn't know you went to the gym, girly."

"Shut up!" I retorted, "I'm not the one pining to be a girl here..." 

I'd struck a nerve here, and I knew it. Henry simply tossed the dregs of his glass of water at me, splashing me in the neck and face as I suddenly felt myself shrinking in my clothes.

"You idiot!" I hissed, my voice now sounding a lot higher, "What was the point of that?"

"A bit rich of you to be so defensive, seeing how much you act and look like a girl..." He told me, "Anyway, I usually go to the gym with a group of lads. If they see you as Erik, they'll give you a hard time unless you prove that you can keep up..."

We both knew that wasn't going to happen. I may be sort of fit in a wiry way, but I certainly wasn't anywhere close to the level of Henry of his fellow gym lads. I glared at him however.

"Listen, you're lucky: Your... Thing seems to make you look rather fit as a bird. How about you come like this? You'll get a good workout whilst being one of the fittest chicks out there. Nothing humiliating about going to the gym in one of the finest bodies out there..."

"Yea, right," I snapped at him sarcastically, "Nothing humiliating about going to the gym as a girl!"

"Besides," Henry continued, "If you try turning back, I'll find a way to get you wet on the way there." It was a wonder that there weren't sparks coming out of my eyes at this point. "You might also want to go and get changed, I can hear someone walking around upstairs..."

Darn it, I thought, as I quickly scampered off to my room. God he was being annoying this morning, but he'd left me no choice. I found some clean pair of shorts and a white tank top (I'll be running out of clothes in no time if I don't start doing some washing), which I wore over some panties and a strangely thick, firm bra, which I think, is called a sports bra. I hoped it would hold everything together throughout my exertions (I'd noticed a little too much wobbling during my jog the previous day).

I then sent a text to Henry, asking him if the coast was clear to leave. After a short pause, he answered: "Exit ur room and go out the front door. Quietly. I'll join u".

I did what he told me, slowly opening my bedroom door and creeping out the front door as I heard the chatter of two guys coming out of the kitchen. I waited outside, sitting on the lawn in front of the house, until Henry walked out, spotted me and beckoned to me as he went down to the road and started making his way to the gym. I followed him, feeling begrudgingly like a dog following his master.

"You need to be more careful," Henry told me quietly.

"What do you mean?"

"You left your jogging clothes in the laundry basket last night. Mike noticed them, and we all know that your clothes are far too small for Beth..." I felt myself going pink, realizing I might just have accidentally tipped Mike off as to what I had become. "You have no idea how embarrassing it was for me, explaining those clothes to Mike." Henry finished.

"Oh," I said, giggling nervously, feeling a little relieved, "I wouldn't have liked to be in your shoes..."

"Yea right. I told him you had been lucky the other night. Brought back that 'Elise'..."

"What?" I exclaimed, "Are you stupid?"

"What are you complaining about? That'll just make you look like a pro, pulling a bird as good looking as... Well, as you! I think Mike wanted to have a go on 'Elise' since he met her."

"And we both know that I'm not the type to pull that often!" I snarled, feeling myself go from pink to crimson, "He'll never let me go on this one! He'll want to know everything about how I did it. What am I supposed to do then?"

Henry sighed. "I know it was a mistake... I just got caught out by surprise and messed up, ok?" He paused, and I felt myself calming down slowly. I knew it wasn't really his fault. The situation was just starting to get to me. "Anyway," Henry said, "Your ability can give you quite some advantages you know!"

I looked up at him, feeling confused.

"Well," He continued, "With these looks you can pull anyone you want!"

I glared at him furiously.

"No, no!" he quickly said, trying to rectify himself, "I don't mean guys... I mean, even if you only have access to lesbians, it's got to be a lot easier with your new body..." he trailed off.

"Yea you wish! And I'm guessing you'd want me to ask lesbians to accept you in an observatory position or something whilst we play?"

"You don't understand," Said Henry, "I'm serious! Don't you think it would be an appropriate compromise to your situation? It makes sense to me."

"I-" I started hesitantly, before stopping as I thought.

I sighed, closing my eyes as I thought about what he was saying. My situation was already very confusing... Wouldn't turning myself purposefully into a female to attract lesbians and satisfy my male needs just make it even more so? I imagined myself as Elise, laying along side a pretty girl as she kissed me, and I felt... Absolutely nothing. The idea was neither attractive nor disgusting. It seemed pointless. For some reason this made me chuckle, feeling both amused and distraught as I slowly worked out what this meant.

"I... Don't think it'll work. I'm straight you see, Henry, and I'll always be like that."

"Isn't that exactly why it would work?" Asked Henry, uncomprehending.

"No! I don't think I'm really attracted to girls when I'm Elise."

"You mean that you're a straight girl?" I nodded, wishing he hadn't put it like that. "So... Are you saying that at this very moment, you are attracted to m-...?"

"Shut up!" I almost shouted, cutting him off. "I don't know! I don't... I don't want to think about it."

"I was about to say men." He pointed out doggedly.

"I..." I hesitated for a fraction of a second. "I know."

There was an awkward silence. For a while, all we heard was the sound of our footsteps as I stared down at the sidewalk. It was only a little before we got to the gym that I noticed a new problem.

"Wait a second... How am I supposed to do my washing without anyone noticing?" I asked Henry.

"You tried wearing less clothes?"

"Oh ha ha! Come one mate, this is a real problem."

"I don't know... Perhaps you're going to have to do your washing at a launderette, or you'll have to tell the others that Elise is sleeping over all the time. Either that or you'll have to try sneaking your washing into the machine when no one is looking." 

"A bunch of girls' clothes whirling around in the washing machine for two hours? Oh that'll definitely go unnoticed," I said, sarcasm dripping from my every orifice. God that expression sounds very different to me now... "And as for the Elise sleeping over thing... Ok that'd allow me to sneak in and out unnoticed, but the logistics of that would be impossible."

"God you scientists!" Exclaimed Henry.

"Come on mate, think about it! Wouldn't you find it weird if you kept seeing Mike, and you kept seeing this stranger walking in and out of the house who is supposed to be sleeping with him, without ever seeing them at the same time?" I snapped impatiently. God all this gender swap thing has been making me cranky. "The only option left is the launderette. Last thing Erik needs is to be seen taking a bunch of female clothes at a launderette every few days, but Elise could... God I'm going to hate spending the extra money though."

"Talking about that," Said Henry, "How are you going to carry money? Shouldn't we get you a handbag?"

I stopped and looked around at him. We were right in front of the gym now, standing next to the entrance.

"Why would I want a handbag?" I asked Henry.

"Well for one thing, girls do all seem to have one." He answered, "But more importantly, your clothes obviously don't have big enough pockets for money or anything else for that matter. I've seen how many problems they've been giving you. How do you expect to carry a wallet, or... Other things?"

"Well ok they're small, but if I get a coat or something I'm sure I can fit my wallet inside that. Besides, what other things would I need?"

"I'm not sure ladies' coats have inside pockets, not big ones anyway. And as for other things... Well you know, ladies' things..."

I stared at him blankly.

"Oh come on," Henry said, "the usual... Money and ID, a phone, tissues, breath mints, deodorant, an notepad and pen, lipstick, a pepper spray, tampons..."

"Shut up!" I cut him off, "I get it! But do you really think I need any of those things? That I'd ever carry a pepper spray can? Or lipstick? Do I look like I need that rubbish?"

"Well I don't know... Listen, you're Elise now, not Erik. That means that you're not just socially different, you're physically different to! What makes you think you're immune from other peoples' judgment of your appearance? You're a girl right now, so do all you can to look like one and act like one. You don't seem to get that in this situation, you want to be treated as one and pass unnoticed!"

Henry was starting to get agitated now, and I stared at him, a little puzzled. I wasn't too sure if he was nervous or annoyed.

"You should have a purse and wear make-up, not as a humiliation, but because it'll stop you from attracting attention! You should carry pepper spray because you're not yet aware of how much more vulnerable you are, and probably wont be able to defend yourself as you usually would if you got attacked!" Henry was starting to sound like some weird teacher or coach now, building up confidence in his speech.

"Your body is different, so adapt to it: do martial arts and workouts as Elise to get used to it if you want. And I really think you should carry tampons on you... I don't know if you'll ever need them, but if you do at some point..."

"Ok! Ok! I get it!" I interjected, trying to calm him down and get him off this extremely uncomfortable train of thoughts; "We'll go buy me a handbag after this alright?"

"Good." He said, breathing a little heavily.

We made our way into the gym, as I lost myself in thoughts about what he'd said. He was right of course, although I truly did not like having to admit it, even to myself. I was also a little worried about the tampon problem... Could I really start to menstruate at any moment? I had no idea, and it was deeply unsettling. I then wondered if Henry might just have planned this conversation all along, which would be why he was so insistent to take me to the gym as Elise...

I suddenly started as Henry called out to me. He was at the reception desk and beckoning me towards the locker rooms.

"I bought you an entrance. I've already got my membership," He told me.

"Wait a sec..." I said, "Wouldn't they need to ID me or something? Or make me sign something for insurance issues?"

"Don't worry about it, I'm a mate of the guy at the reception. He studies the same subject as me, so I got him to overlook certain policies as a favor... After all, what ID do you have for Elise?"

"Thanks..." I said, feeling stupid that I hadn't thought of this beforehand. Henry definitely was a lot cleverer than anyone gave him credit for, as well as a very good friend... "How am I supposed to come here regularly without ID though? This may work as a one time thing..."

"I've been thinking," replied Henry, "And you could either subscribe as Erik, then change in the changing rooms. You'd have to find an empty one, but I doubt they'd notice you if you just walked out of there and went straight to the machines... Or you could do other stuff, like attend the martial arts clubs on campus. The sessions are for paying members only, but I know they never check. I went to every single judo session last year and no one ever noticed I wasn't officially a member."

I nodded.

"Anyway, I thought you might want to avoid the changing room trick today, which is why we got changed before we came." He added.

He walked over to the weights across the room and casually picked up a pair of twenty-four-kilogram dumbbells, immediately getting into position and starting to curl them in sequence. I hadn't done this in a while, so I decided to go for the sixteen-kilograms ones instead of the usual eighteens. I lifted one from the display and nearly dropped it on my foot. God it was heavier than I expected!

I quickly put it back down, feeling frustrated, and downgraded to the fourteen-kilograms. It was heavy too, but I could only just deal with it. I grimaced as I curled it once, feeling a strong pressure on my right arm. This was going to be doable, but it certainly was no picnic... A few minutes later, I was going through the motions, using weights and machines in significantly easier exercises, feeling a huge strain on my muscles as I struggles completing ten reps for most exercises, against my usual fourteen.

I felt a little humiliated as I struggled with my weaker muscles to do even a fraction of the work that Henry was doing just beside me, and at far higher speeds with his gorilla strength. The only thing that didn't seem to change much were the stretches, which felt a little weird with my thinner frame, but otherwise gave evidence as to my usual flexibility.

I was sweating profusely by the time I finally stopped, panting and exhausted by my workout. I watched Henry finish his own exercises over the next ten minutes, his thick muscles rippling through his undershirt as he pulled, heaved, pushed and stretched. When he was finally done, we walked back out of the gym, feeling disgusting in our sweaty clothes under a now bright sunlight.

"You alright in there?" Henry asked me once we were out, "I've rarely seen a girl your size working those sorts of weights... I was half expecting them to break your bones."

I blushed, uncertain whether to take this as an insult or as a compliment. I tried changing the subject.

"So... How about that handbag we were going to buy?" I asked.

"Oh alright, if girly really wants her handbag, we'll just need to get it." He was smiling cheekily down at me as he spoke.

"Well let's move then," I declared, ignoring his jibe. 

The next couple of hours dragged on painfully, as we walked down to the town center and started shopping for a handbag. As if it weren't humiliating enough, Henry then insisted on buying some other 'necessities'. It was long and surprisingly difficult as we went from shop to shop, trying to find me a handbag that was of an acceptable size and practical to use. Although that was pretty much all I cared about, Henry made it quite a lot harder by insisting on a certain 'aesthetic', saying it would add to my... Disguise. 

By the time we finally sat down for a drink, stinking in our clothes under the blazing sunlight, I had found myself a plain red handbag of average size, along with a small black purse, a "three function personal spray" (we'd been surprised to find out that pepper sprays are illegal in the UK), and, worst of all, tampons. We were panting in the heat, our muscles burning and my blood boiling at what Henry had just made us shop.

The twisted irony of it was that I had brought very little cash with me to the gym, and found myself mainly relying on Henry to pay for most of it, which he did voluntarily, ignoring my protests against the very principle of our purchases. Feeling both annoyed and guilty, I concentrated on my Ice Tea, also bought by Henry... though I noticed from the corner of my eye that he too seemed a little flustered, even accounting for the heat.

"You know..." Henry told me as I slurped my drink, "The funny thing about this is... This is the best possible moment in your life for this to happen. Logistically I mean." I glared at him. 

"Look," he went on, "I know this is difficult, but you can't control the weather! We both know that you can very easily turn into Elise by accident, whereas the opposite is extremely unlikely. Here, we're at university, so no one checks where or who we are in lectures. Erik could almost disappear from the face of the earth without anyone noticing on the short term. And Elise can do what she wants and follow lectures without anyone being any the wiser."

He paused for a second, looking at my frozen expression, before continuing.

"I know that it isn't practical with Mike and Beth, but I'm sure we can deal with that! And next year, you might not even have to worry about that either. You could even just live as Elise all day, everyday, and things would be fine."

"What?" I exclaimed, outraged, "You want me to live as a girl all the time?"

Henry sighed. I suddenly noticed that he was looking tired, and another pang of guilt hit me. I had never really seen Henry tired... He was always so full of energy!

"I know this isn't ideal." He said, "But neither of us control this... I understand that you're not meant to be a girl. But you have to do what has to be done! So be the guy you've always been if you want, but try to enjoy what you have as Elise! There are many girls out there who wished they had your looks, your fitness and your brains! Now I know that isn't you, but you can still try to enjoy it..."

The look on his face at that point made all my frustration, my resentment, and my worries wash away. I knew he had done everything he could for me, not just to make me happy, but to do what was best for me. He had tried so hard to adapt to me, to help, and all for... What? Did he do all that so that I may continuously shout and defy him? My feeling of guilt intensified, and I nodded.

I may not have decided to be like this, but if it was my fate, I might as well try to accept it. I kept my eyes on the table as I sipped my drink quietly, feeling ashamed of myself. When my drink was finally gone, I looked up to see the still tired looking Henry staring at me, worry still etched in his face. I didn't know what to say to reassure him, so I simply reached out with my two slender hands and gripped his hairy paw, lying limply on the table.

He was obviously surprised by my action, and so was I to be honest, but I hid it as best I could. I looked up at him.

"I'll try my best Henry."

He smiled, and we sat like that for a few instances, before we finally shook ourselves a little and I released his hand. It was awkward. Henry knew how to break the tension however.

"How about a steak?" He inquired.

I shudder now to think how much Henry must have spent during the day... I'm guessing his credit card must be in the same state as mine by now, probably worse knowing him. But we enjoyed the steaks. Expensive and tough as I found them, hot and sweaty as had been the day, and awkward the shopping may have been, but nothing felt better than to dig into a nice tasty steak.




A Diary for Two Ch. 07



Feeling full, we made our way back home, chatting rather merely as my new handbag swung from my shoulder. On the way, I agreed to start going to karate sessions on campus, and we agreed that I might as well enter the house boldly, as Elise, and pretend to be just visiting if I get seen. After all, students are always very friendly and communal, especially at our university, and we were all used to having guests of either gender just popping in for a chat, a meal, a film or a shower... And all right, perhaps people liked to make their own conclusions, but it didn't really matter: Henry had already told Mike that I was sleeping with Erik. Riskless really, albeit confusing...

The idea was good, but pointless really, as we arrived home to find the communal areas empty, and I got to the shower first without anyone seeing who I was. When I came back down as the good old Erik, Henry offered to have a TV afternoon, an idea that I applauded, as I nipped off to buy a ten-pack and some crisps at the local grocery store whilst Henry went to shower. 

By the time I was back, Henry was already prepping the next episode of Hannibal on the wide-screen TV, and we promptly plopped down on the couch. Drinking beer and watching a good, violent television series is one of the best lad activities in my bible, and we definitely enjoyed it, occasionally making a joke or silly comment about the complicated plot.

After two episodes, or perhaps three (I'm not too sure), we spent the next hour or two debating the motives and disorders of the various characters, going on and on about the effects of psychopathic behaviors and psychological disorders as a whole. It was fun, and we quickly ran out of beers. After that, Henry ran down to pick up another few ten-packs as I enrolled Mike to join us after he'd come down to hear what all the noise was about.

We spent the end of the afternoon and the evening talking, boozing, and eventually started playing drinking games. Three people wasn't much, but it was enough to get drunk, and we laughed and shouted in our inebriated condition, making rude asides and challenging each others' drinking abilities. It took a while, but finally we calmed down, and Mike, a real lightweight, fell to sleep on the floor. On reflection, we probably should have taken care of him just in case, but he seemed fine to us at the time, so Henry and I just went on chatting, albeit a little more softly.

"So... That Amanda you told me about, what she look like?" Henry asked me, swirling his can in his hand as if it were a glass of wine.

"Well... I don't know. Nice?"

"For god's sake man! Is 'nice' going to allow me to visualize her mentally? Is 'nice' enough to tell me whether she is prettier than Elise?"

"I don't know... How am I supposed to compare her to m... to Elise?" I mumbled.

"Let's take a look... What's her last name? I'm looking her up on Facebook." Henry declared, picking up his phone and logging off to the application.

"I'm definitely not going to tell you that one, mate."

"Well don't worry mate, there's only one Amanda in our university's physics Facebook group according to this... And all right. She's good, but I'm not that impressed."

"Shut up!" I told him.

"What? Oh come one mate, look at Elise, she's a lot better looking!" He suddenly lifted his can up, ready to spray lager at me. He hesitated. "Wait a sec... Is there water in beer?"

"Nope," I lied.

"Damn!" He exclaimed, and drunkenly pushed himself up from the couch, stumbling towards the kitchen.

"Oh no you don't!" I ran after him, trying to stop him from getting to the sink.

I got a hold of his shoulders, but that didn't stop him as he dragged me to the tap and turned it on. He then tried shaking me off and into the jet, coming dangerously close to smashing my head into the tap a couple of time. After a struggle in which I didn't fair very well, I found myself pushing against the wall with both my arms as Henry tried to dunk me into the jet of cold water from the tap. Finally letting go, Henry picked up a spoon from the drying rack and placed it under the stream of water, making it spray back at me, soaking me from head to toe.

I felt myself shrink suddenly, and combined to the drink, the motion didn't agree with me. I was soon on the ground, dizzy and disorientated as Henry drunkenly attempted to lift me up to my feet.

"You soaked me!" I exclaimed as he finally got me to my feet. I plucked at the oversized white t-shirt I was now wearing, feeling it stick to me uncomfortably.

Henry refused to let me go once he'd gotten me up, and half dragged, half carried me back to the couch, plunking the both of us on it.

"You see?" He said, as if he'd just proven a point, "You're hot! And that Amanda girl don't have anything over you, I promise you that."

"You idiot!" I cried, realizing that my top was now almost see-through due to the water, and trying to cover my chest with my smaller arms.

"What?" He inquired, "There anything wrong with me finding the hot new blond chick in my house hot? Or are you still going to pretend you're a guy... Well I have some news for you: these seem very much real to me!"

He took hold of both my wrists and spread my arms out, revealing my wet torso as I struggled to loosen his grip. God I need to remember to never become Elise in the vicinity of a drunken Harry again: For one thing he's a bad drunk, especially in the presence of girls, and for another I have no chance of fighting him off. I eventually gave up and went limp in his grip.

"All right, you got me. I'm a girl. Now are you really going to humiliate a girl like this? Is that really what you do, Henry?"

"I'm... I'm sorry," said Henry, looking sheepish as he released me, "You're right I don't. I should treat you better. I mean... You're my friend, and you're pretty so..." his words trailed away, and he suddenly pulled me into a huge bear hug. "I love you!" He said. I might have panicked, were it not for the fact that he often acted like this when drunk. I wouldn't be surprised to see him hug a hobo and tell him he loved him in this state...

After a few seconds, I slowly disengaged myself from him, and patted him on the shoulder cautiously as I looked up at his huge hairy frame.

"Time for bed?" I asked, feeling the world swivel around me quickly.

He nodded, and I found myself spending the next few minutes trying to help him up the stairs, hardly able to carry a fraction of his weight as we shakily made our way to his room. After making sure he was safely sitting on his bed, I left, closing the door, and made my way back downstairs. Forgetting about the beer cans and unconscious body in the sitting room, I went straight to my room and locked the door.

There, I got out of my soaking clothes and slipped under the sheets, nude. It felt as if the world was spinning around me and I tried closing my eyes, but this only made things worse. I tried turning over a few times, uncomfortably aware of my sensitive new breasts which reacted differently to each position. I finally stuck to lying on my side and fell into a deep, hazy sleep. Thank God I never have hangovers.

October 20, 2014

Well, I certainly didn't have a hangover this morning, but I still felt very tired and a little hazy, having woken up around nine. That was the time at which I should have left to get to my Thermal Physics and Mathematics lectures, which started at ten and eleven respectively. Realizing I'd necessarily miss the first one and was too tired to pay much attention to the second, I decided to take the morning off, and spent the next hour or so in bed, writing down my previous days' activities in my diary.

After that, I finally got up, and realized that whilst I was filthy, my female body had remained hairless but for the hair on the top of my head and my eyebrows, which seemed weirdly well brushed and clean despite never having been attended to. It really seemed like my 'condition' seemed to have a few tricks up its' sleeve to allow me to maintain my female body with the minimum amount of effort.

I lightly prodded myself in the area of my genitalia, wondering if there was any sort of medical conditions I should pay attention. After all, I was perfectly fine with my male tackle, but felt completely clueless about these things... However, all I really managed to do was make myself wince a couple of times as I carelessly stuck my finger in my raw, sensitive insides. Deciding I'd examine myself more carefully another time, I put on some underwear and my billowing dressing gown before carefully stepping out of my room.

I was reassured however to find that, as expected, Mike and Beth were already gone to their lectures. The house seemed utterly empty as I went to make two cups of tea in the kitchen. I then quickly went upstairs to check on Henry. It was about half past ten at that point, and he was only just starting to stir as I sat next to him in my gown, putting a cup on his table and sipping from the other. His eyes finally opened blurrily, and he stared around in disarray for a few seconds, before clamping them shut and holding his head in his hands.

I noticed that he was still dressed. He had obviously been too drunk that previous night to undress for bed.

"Don't worry mate, it'll pass." I told him, patting his shoulder in a comforting manner. "Here, drink some tea, it might help..."

He grunted, and slowly sat up, picking up the cup I'd made for him and sipping it, a pained expression on his face. It felt very much like attending to a sick bed as I waited at his side for him to start recovering. It took him quite a while before he squinted around taking in his surroundings and smiling at me gratefully.

"God... I really envy your lack of hangovers." He told me in a husky voice. "Please tell me I didn't do anything silly last night..."

I laughed at that, and told him what had happened. He groaned, and slumped back into his pillow. It took a good half hour before he was ready to start getting up.

"So... Are the others all gone then?" He eventually asked, gingerly getting out of bed.

"I think so..." I said, "I mean, they both have lectures this morning don't they, and I doubt they'd miss them..." I stopped, suddenly remembering that Mike had passed out in the living room the previous night. Darn.

As if to confirm my worries, I heard slow, heavy footsteps in the stairs outside the room. I didn't have time to react though, as the bedroom door opened.

"Hey Henry, are you all right?" asked Mike in a hoarse voice as he looked in.

It took him a couple of seconds for his hung-over mind to register my presence, and he froze. He stared at me in surprise, as his mouth opened and closed soundlessly. I decided to intervene as I saw the rusty cogs working madly behind his eyes.

"Hi Mike," I said, trying to act normal, "How are you?"

"Been... Been better," He said, "I didn't know you were sleeping over... What happened last night?"

I was trying to work out a not-so-plausible story about a drunken Erik calling me for a booty call when I felt Henry's hand on my arm. I looked around, and saw that he was looking at me meaningfully.

"We can't keep this up," He told me, "Not with both of them anyway. Besides, it simply isn't fair on Mike."

I didn't know what to do, as I looked back and forth between a confused Mike and a determined Henry. Finally, Henry pushed himself up and out of bed.

"Let's go and talk downstairs." He decided.

We made our way to the sitting room, where we sat together, much as we had the previous night, Henry and me on one couch, Mike on the other. Henry then started to explain things, and I quickly backed him up. Confused as Mike was, he was still completely incredulous at our absolutely impossible explanations, smiling uncertainly as if He thought this was some strange joke.

Getting frustrated, I went to my room, taking off my underwear and replacing it with a pair of boxers. Feeling very self-conscious about my breasts, I tied the dressing gown securely in place so as to preserve my modesty, and walked back to the sitting room. There, I beckoned Mike to the kitchen and ran hot water from the tap. He watched me curiously as I slowly filled the bottom of a mug with water, held it above my head, and let some of it run down into my hair.

Almost instantly, I felt myself grow bigger, suddenly standing at the same height as Mike, my bone structure obviously larger despite my wiry frame. He blinked at me; his eyes wide and his mouth open in a round O. I laughed at his expression, hearing my voice come out as a deeper grunt, and gently shoved him back into the sitting room, where he collapsed back onto the couch. I stopped laughing at this point. His reaction could be very important, knowing my current situation.

"What... What temperature does the water have to be to turn you back?" He asked after a long pause. This certainly wasn't what I was expecting.

"I'm not sure..." I admitted, "I'm guessing it has to be hotter than body temperature to turn me one way, colder than that to turn me back... So perhaps 37 degrees Celsius?"

"So... About three hundred and ten Kelvin" he said, pointlessly, "And it happens when you come into skin contact with water?"

"I think so... I've been careful not to touch water of the wrong temperature with my hands, so I'm not sure if it only works if my head or torso gets wet. I can drink though without turning..." This was strange. I knew that Mike was scientifically minded like me, but this whole deal had been so emotional that I hadn't really thought of studying the phenomena.

He kept on asking questions for a little while, and I answered as best I could, until he finally stopped and leant back. He seemed to be taking it rather well, surprisingly, and was now attempting to study me. Henry, however, was losing patience.

"Listen, Mike, you may find this all very interesting and everything, but it is vital that you keep this a secret! We can't let people find out about Elise."

"Elise..." Mike echoed in a ponderous manner.

"We thought it might be better if we found me some alter ego for when I turn." I interjected.

"That makes sense..." Said Mike, "But... Is Elise real? I mean, is this entirely physical, or do you also change character when you transform... I'm asking, as you seemed like very convincing when I met 'Elise'. You seemed like a strong character and all, but still a lady."

"I..." I hesitated, blushing profusely. God I was still trying to get used to this. "I don't know." 

"Perhaps..." Added Henry, and I shot him an annoyed glance.

"Hmmm... Well, I promise that I won't tell anyone without your permission, not that anyone would believe me anyway. But I really doubt you'll be able to keep this a secret from Beth for long... She'll eventually find out you know."

Henry and I looked at each other. Mike was probably right, but I wasn't sure if I really wanted to tell anyone else. Not quite yet, anyway.

I think that at this point I'd completely forgotten about going to my afternoon lecture, as Mike, Henry and I sat there, chatting on into the afternoon about my condition. I was glad when the conversation started becoming more light-hearted though, and preferred the few jokes about my changing gender over the worry that came with trying to work out its' significance in the long term. We soon found ourselves feeling hungry though, so I decided to make us lunch whilst the other two went to have a shower, as they still were very hung-over.

At this point, Henry couldn't stop himself from getting some cold water under the excuse that he was 'thirsty' and flung it at me, saying that I'd feel more at home in the kitchen this way. He scampered as I snarled at him, tying up my dressing gown again to preserve my modesty. It was strange, but I felt like Henry was rather enjoying watching me turn into a girl, especially as it was under his control.

I then spent the next few minutes making us all a batch of fried eggs and toast, which was thoroughly enjoyed by the boys as they came back down from their shower in jeans and undershirts. After lunch, they seemed to want to talk about my condition again, and what they'd do with it if they were in my shoes. I decided to go have my own shower at this point, wanting to get away from Henry's talk about infiltrating ladies' locker rooms.

I was getting out of the shower and found that the others had used the time to make their first prank, having slipped into the bathroom during my shower (why oh why did I forget to lock the door that time?), and replaced the male clothes I had laid out with a tank top and small shorts from my room. I muttered to myself angrily as I ran some cold water from the washbasin. I then decided to answer one of Mike's questions by washing my hands in the jet. He'd been right: even that was enough to turn me into a girl.

I glared at the two boys as I came down, dressed in a tight tank top and shorts, very aware of how much of my legs were bare. Worst of all though was the lack of underwear, which I attempted to remedy to by shutting myself in my room to get changed. The bastards had nicked my clothes. God, I thought to myself, I suffer from all the annoyances of women without the respect that they are due by the 'guy code'.

I walked back to the sitting room, fuming, to find the other two laughing themselves to bits, high fiving each other as they saw me. 

"For fuck sake!" I thundered furiously, "If you think that this is how it's going to work around here, I'm going to have to teach you guys a lesson!"

"And-and how are you going to do that?" asked Henry, positively crying of laughter now, "by performing a particularly aggressive strip tease?"

I jumped on him at this point, snarling, but instantly found myself on my back, staring up at the ceiling in a daze as the two idiots looked down at me in worry.

"You alright there, Elise?" asked Henry, seeming suddenly terrified.

I didn't answer, but rather attempted to jump up and slap him in the face. It hit him squarely in the cheek, producing a loud noise. Henry jumped back, and glared down at me.

"You know what?" He asked Mike, "I think that this bitch deserves to be tickled."

I yelped, trying to get away, but got instantly pinned down as they started tickling me mad. I giggled and screamed and cried as. Like on Saturday, I was subjected to this torture, and ended up on my back again, feeling tears rolling down my cheeks as my chest heaved up and down, incapable of standing anymore laughter. I finally looked up and saw Mike and Henry staring down at me with a daunting expression on their faces

"Snap it out!" I told them, covering my chest as I noticed how obvious it was that I wasn't wearing a bra. "And you guys would do better to give me my underwear back or you'll be sorry!" 

Despite my threats being of no consequence anymore, they nodded in agreement, still staring at me for a while. Finally, Henry shook himself.

"All right, we'll do it. However, we're keeping the rest of your clothing for the moment. You'll be wearing what we give you from now on. That way, you can get more used to being a girl in public" I glared at him, but he simply raised his hand in a 'what did you expect' sort of gesture. "You do know that you'd better start getting used to it," He added, " As you'll have to spend most of your time female in the near future anyway, knowing how wet this place gets in autumn and winter... We'll just make sure you dress appropriately"

It was a disturbing idea to have to be resigned to, but they weren't leaving me much choice. I sat up and went to my room, waiting for my undies to return. They were soon given to me, so I got changed quickly and put my dressing gown on top. Henry frowned at it as I reentered the sitting room.

"What?" I asked, "My legs are cold in these!" I gestured at my small shorts.




A Diary for Two Ch. 07



"Well you'll have to start getting used to stockings and tights," said Henry with a little sigh.

"You want me to wear stockings and tights?" I asked, outraged.

"Yes I do." He stated, "I'll buy you some tights on the way back tomorrow. And I'll expect you to put on some of the make-up I bought you yesterday. You really need to start looking like a normal girl. I'm not asking for a princess, but at least look normal for once. You don't want to attract attention."

"Oh I think she'll get quite a bit of that anyway!" Mike interjected, winking as I stared at the two of them, stony-faced.

Sighing, I sat down on the couch, and turned the TV onto Family Guy. I had had enough of those two. I spent the rest of the afternoon going through episode after episode, enjoying the laughter and controversy that made me forget about my current annoyances. The other two watched it with me, occasionally communicating via small signs behind my back when they thought I couldn't see them. I ignored them, hoping I wouldn't go on being the butt of their jokes forever.

When dinnertime finally came, the other two ordered pizza. I wasn't that hungry myself, but I did enjoy taking a couple of slices off of them. I had finished one when the front door suddenly opened. It was Beth. Henry quickly pushed me down into the couch, sitting upright so as to hide me from the front door. Luckily, Beth didn't come and say hello, but instead went straight up the stairs, walking slowly. She'd obviously had a long day.

Relieved, I slipped into my room, not wishing to be discovered, and sat down in front of my desk after having locked the door. I sighed and just sat there, thinking about what had happened over the last two days. Suddenly remembering that I had missed three lectures today, I turned on my computer and went onto the university website to catch up. I was used to not working all that much, but I rarely missed lectures, and that combined to how far behind I was getting due to my new condition made me feel rather guilty.

I worked for a couple of hours, quickly reviewing what I had missed before attempting to apply them in problem sheets. It was tedious work, but it needed to be done. I was starting to lose hope as I got stuck on a thermal physics problem when I heard a soft knocking on the bedroom door. I went to open it and found Henry and Mike standing outside.

"What?" I asked them simply.

"Well..." Started Henry, "We just wanted to say that we're sorry if we acted like jerks earlier on." Mike was nodding silently at this. "We've talked about it and we decided that we should at least treat you like a real girl when you are Elise. You may not necessarily enjoy that, but it's only right to keep up the disguise for as long as we can, and that works both ways. It's your choice as to whether you want to accept your life as Elise real, or just as a cover-up... but despite that, to the world, Elise is real."

I looked at them for a while, before finally nodding at them.

"Now," He continued, "We're sorry we're forcing you to do certain things here, but it's for your own good! You need to learn to integrate, or at least make 'Elise' integrate... And for that you need some help, some pushing. Think of us as your training wheels. We're not here to make things worse, but to help you make them better."

I sighed at that, and looked down at my feet. "I know that." I said.

"Good."

To my surprise, Henry lent down and kissed me on the forehead. He then turned around and walked up the stairs, swiftly followed by Mike.

I looked up at them as they ascended, feeling a little perplexed, my small, feminine frame standing awkwardly in the doorway to my room.



A Diary for Two Ch. 08



A slow built story about a character's transformation. Sexual content may be present in some chapters, but is not the main focus. So no quick thrills here, but some development of the protagonist(s).

As you probably know by now, this is my first attempt at writing erotic literature. Feedback is great for my stories and I, so please keep it coming! 

Once again, don't hesitate to look up 'Ranma 1/2' (japanese anime) and 'The Blue Necklace' (Literotica story), my two main inspirations for this story.

Also I took quite a while on this chapter due to a heavy timetable as Christmas approaches. Sorry about that guys, but I do have other things planned around this time of year. This is once again the longest chapter so far, as I'm trying to go for bigger and bigger chunks at a time. I just hope you enjoy!

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October 21, 2014

I had a dream last night, and a very strange one at that. I was standing in the middle of a forest clearing, staring up at the full Moon shining down upon me. I sensed beside me a fox treading lightly towards me. It was utterly silent and outside of my field of vision, but I knew it was there. I took a deep breath, and looked down to see two dark figures standing before me. They were tall and seemed rather haughty. I stared at them unblinkingly.

"Will things ever be as before?" I asked. 

I hadn't uttered a sound, yet I knew they could somehow hear me. There was a long pause, long enough to allow a long and disheartened sigh. Then one of the figures spoke.

"Ante Jovem nulli subigebant arva coloni." It said in a deep, sad voice.

"Labor Omnia vincit improbus et duris urgens in rebus egestas." replied the other figure, its' voice sounding high and melodious.

I watched them silently.

"Le bon temps viendra, le vent vous emportera sur un nuage sans restrictions et sans cages." The second figure added, a hopeful tone in its' voice.

I suddenly had the feeling that they were both staring at me intently, although their eyes were shrouded in darkness.

"Gesta verbis praeveniant." The female one said.

"Gesta verbis praevenient!" Added the male one, sounding more forceful.

I closed my eyes, and felt myself sinking into the depths of the forest as the Moon was shrouded in clouds. 

When I woke up, I felt a little fuzzy, but otherwise all right. I had been sleeping in my underwear, and enjoyed the feeling of being in a seemingly bigger bed. I think I really was starting to appreciate sleeping as Elise, if nothing else. I slowly got up, stretching like a cat before donning my dressing gown, taking a towel and sneaking off to take a shower. I enjoyed the warm shower, after which I put on my dressing gown again, picked up my underwear and my towel, hiding the former behind the latter as I made my way back down.

"Oh Hey Erik!" came Beth's greeting as I passed her in the stairs.

I smiled back, glad that I'd gone back to being Erik after my shower. I wasn't quite comfortable not wearing underwear beneath my dressing gown, but it definitely was safer than being seen as Elise... I then dumped my stuff off in my room, leaving the towel to dry, and went to fetch breakfast.

After munching my way through my cereal, I went back to my room and prepared my stuff for lectures. In doing so, I made sure that I had everything that I needed in my handbag so as to avoid carrying another bag, which meant that I had to reduce what I was bringing by about two thirds. It was annoying, but the truth was that most of my papers were from previous stuff, which I no longer needed, as I only really needed a pen, paper and a few prior notes to follow the current lectures...

After stuffing my phone in as well, I went to the washbasin and changed myself back into Elise. Deciding I might as well start working on my make-up, I went to fetch it, only to find that it was stuffed at the bottom of my handbag, beneath piles of papers and clutter. God this would take some readjusting.

The real difficulty wasn't finding the make-up, however, but rather putting it on. That was a bit of a nightmare, as I went through the stuff that Henry had bought me. I looked at the brushes and tubes, reading what they were for in utter confusion, partly because I did not know what was the point of most of them, and partly because I couldn't understand how to apply those that I knew of or why they were a necessity.

I stared blankly at the words that I read. 'Concealer', 'Foundation', 'Highlighter', 'Contouring' and 'Lip liner' were all almost utterly foreign to me. I stared at my perfect, colored and unblemished face in my tiny mirror, wondering what to do with it. I finally attempted to add a little Highlighter on my cheek bones with a large brush, wondering whether they looked any rosier. I couldn't tell the difference, but I didn't want to take the risk of looking ridiculous, so I stopped there.

I then attempted to apply so eye shadow, and found it to be considerably harder than I expected, as I kept poking myself in the eye with the brush. After multiple shoddy attempts, after which I had to immediately brush the smudges of my eyelids and bath my sore eyes in cold tap water, I finally managed to put on small touches of the thing. It didn't look like much, but at least it wasn't over the top or ridiculous, and I certainly wasn't going to do that thing again today.

I attempted to add on some eyeliner as well, adding a few light touches before renouncing. 'How is this worth sticking a pen in my eye over and over again?' I asked myself grumpily. I then looked at my lips. They were pink and colorful, and certainly did not need my over-the-top red lipstick in my opinion. I let them be for today, and answered my door as I heard a couple of soft knocks.

It was Henry, who had come to tell me that Beth had gone, and gave me a new top. It was a tight pink tank top... I thanked him, closed the door, and looked at my current outfit, consisting of my small shorts and tight tank top. I shook my head to myself. Why was it that despite being so thoughtful, Henry always seemed to choose my outfit with his dick instead of his brain...?

It couldn't be helped though, and after all if I were to adapt to being feminine, I might as well be thrown into the deep end right away. I got out of my dressing gown, changed into some pink panties and bra with flowery patterns, and put on my outfit and a pair of flat pumps (I was lucky that the other two hadn't taken my shoes). It was... Acceptable, but made me feel very bare. I gritted my teeth, picked up my new handbag, and walked out of my room.

I was greeted, to my surprise, by both Henry and Mike who'd staid behind, waiting for me, and were now applauding me as I left my room. Feeling rather embarrassed, I didn't dare meet their eyes as we headed for the front door, Henry in front and Mike tailing behind. Luckily for me, it was a rather sunny day despite the autumnal weather, so my legs didn't feel as cold as I'd expected in the morning air.

We made our way to the bus stop together, chatting as we went. I was very conscious of the handbag swinging from my shoulder, being unused to the sensation. I wouldn't say it felt uncomfortable, but it certainly made me feel a little lopsided as we walked, with Mike and Henry walking on either side of me, resembling two bodyguards.

We finally got to the bus stop and stood around, waiting. Everything was a little strange at that moment. Indeed, I wasn't used to being with my usual friends out in the open as Elise, and nor had I ever gone this far towards developing her as my alter ego. Indeed, in my shorts, tank top, pumps and make-up along with my handbag, I had never felt so... Feminine.

It was weird. I had spent so much of my life trying to fight against any appearance of girlishness in order to preserve my masculinity, and yet now I was being encouraged by both my friends and circumstance to appear as female as possible... More than that, I was getting used to it, so that my embarrassment about it was starting to diminish. Instead, this started to feel right, as if Elise really was taking over, deciding to live her life as the normal girl she thought she ought to be.

I was concentrating on a mix of emotions at this point, halfway between feeling in and out of place, midway between content and horrified. I still felt embarrassed, but I also sensed happiness, vulnerability, frustration, and pride all clashing within my confused mind. It was as if my brain was dealing with them, not by taking them away, but rather by dulling these emotions down, so as to learn to deal with them. I was sinking deep into thought at this point, and only came to myself when Henry tapped me on the shoulder to bring my attention to the approaching bus.

The bus ride was an uncomfortable one, as I felt very self-conscious, sitting alongside Henry and Mike in the crowded bus, with my legs crossed and my handbag held tightly to my side. I was realizing just how vulnerable I was in this mass of people surrounding me. This realization had come to me before, but it became stronger and stronger each time I made my way into the general public in a more feminine, more obvious outfit.

I sensed stares upon my tightly crossed slender legs, despite being unable to see who was staring, and I crossed my arms around my slim waist, feeling very aware of how much of my bare body was showing. It bothered me to know that had Erik seen someone looking like me and dressed like I was in the bus, he would have been thoroughly checking her out, feeling a certain sense of arousal. Now, I felt like an object of other peoples' stares and was thoroughly uncomfortable by what I knew others might, and probably were, thinking they'd like to do to me.

The worst was that I didn't blame them. I knew from experience that for most males, it was only a natural reaction, and was in no way meant to offend or harm. Instead, I found myself blaming myself for looking like this, and by extension, I blamed Henry and Mike. How could they dress me up like this, as if I were some sort of doll to do what they wanted with? I closed my eyes, trying to ignore my surroundings.

We finally arrived on campus though, and I was relieved to get out of the cramped bus, stretching my legs as I walked out and started walking towards my next lecture, waving at Henry and Mike as they went their own separate ways. I arrived a little early, picking up my handout from the lecturers' desk and walking up the stairs to a row of seats, which was more or less in the middle of the theater. 

I sat down and waited a couple of minutes before a familiar boy made his way up to my row and sat beside me. It was Thomas, who looked a little disheveled, albeit rather pleased to see me.

"Well hello there!" He greeted me, "Where have you been of late? I haven't seen you in a while." I smiled shyly at that, unsure what to answer.

"I've... Been busy." I finally stated lamely.

He seemed to accept that, nodding thoughtfully, before complimenting me on my handbag. I didn't really know what to think of that, and noticed that he immediately turned pink as he realized what he had said. I giggled at that, and thanked him graciously. Trying to move on from his embarrassment, I then started asking him about one of the previous quantum physics lecture. At that point, the lecture began and Thomas shushed me. I shrugged, and turned my attention to the lecture.

Throughout the hour, however, I had the impression that Thomas was looking at me, even though I never turned around to check. I wasn't sure whether it was a full-on stare or just discreet glances, but it really felt as if he was paying more attention to me than I was accustomed to. I, on the other hand, was starting to get annoyed with my hair always falling into my field of view. It wasn't something that bothered me that much, but I wasn't accustomed to it, and became tiresome during lectures.

I really need something to tie my hair, I thought as I flicked it away from my face for what felt like the hundredth time. At the end of the lecture, as the lecturer walked out, I let loose my frustration at this surprisingly annoying strand of hair, tugging my hair back with a snarl and running my fingers through it backwards repeatedly. It came to no avail, as the strand fell straight back onto my nose.

Thomas chuckled at the sight of me angrily eyeing my own blond locks, and I looked around at him. He was smiling at me with an understanding grin.

"Why don't you braid it?" He asked simply.

My brain started whirring as I tried to find something to cover up the fact that I didn't know how to braid. 

"I don't have anything to tie braids with." I answered, remembering that I'd always seen braids tied with elastics. He laughed at that though

"That doesn't matter. Here, let me help you," He said, reaching behind me and taking hold of my hair.

I hesitated for a second, before turning my head and looking in the other direction to give him better access. I could feel him pulling on my locks and grouping them behind my back.

"Here, look at this," he said, "This is how you do an 'organic braid' I think."

I glanced back to see him holding a thick strand of hair which he divided into three around the middle of its' length. He then started alternately bringing the sections on either side into the middle position, thus braiding the top of my hair as the extremities knotted up below. I watched in fascination, as the locks became braids flowing from my head and ending into a small little knot at the bottom. Finally, Thomas took the knotted extremity and ran it between two sections of the braid above, securing it in place with a small tug.

I stared at the long blond braid, feeling impressed at how it ended seemingly into nothing, without a trace of anything tying it together. I then looked up gratefully at Thomas, only to feel a strand of hair fall from my forehead to the right side of my face. I grimaced.

"I'm not done yet," Said Thomas, chuckling, "Your hair is so thick that I could only do half of your hair at the time. Let me do the right half now."

I turned to look the other way again, feeling him group my remaining hair together and closed my eyes in appreciation as I felt him pull back all my hair, including the strands which were on my face. It was rather nice to feel him working my hair like this. Not anywhere near a head massage of course, but it was still comfortable.

"How did you learn how to do this?" I asked, feeling his hands work behind me. There was a short pause.

"I have a lot of sisters you see..." He said, his voice trailing away as I nodded.

For some reason, I had the feeling that he was going red, even though I couldn't see him. He tugged one last time on my hair, and I looked back at him with a grin, inspecting my new braids appreciatively.

"You do look pretty like that, you know." Said Thomas.

"As opposed to previously?" I asked teasingly. "Thanks a lot though," I quickly added, "It really helps me out..."

He smiled back at me. I suddenly froze, feeling his hand resting on my bare knee. Noticing my reaction, Thomas quickly retracted it, as his face went through multiple shades of red at once. Guiltily, I tried to cover up my reaction and smiled shyly, brushing my hand on his arm in what I hoped was a comforting gesture.

I didn't know what to think of what he had just done, but I knew by experience that it had required a lot of courage. Responding in the way I had must have been mortifying, and I silently cursed myself for being so cruel... Hoping to move on, I attempted to go back to the conversation.

"So... you think I should braid my hair from now on?" I asked.

"Well, if you just want to keep your hair back, you can always go for a bun or ponytail too, I'd just avoid pigtails if I were you..."

I giggled at that. Even I understood that much about hair. 

"I know, silly, I was just wondering whether you thought I should go for braids over the others..."

"They definitely look cute on you," he answered, "And they generally do look a lot harder than they are. I think I'll leave you to make the day-to-day decisions on that front though."

"Perhaps, but I may still want the occasional advice of my own little hairdresser." I stated teasingly

"We'll see about that one, but perhaps you might want to think about payment. How about having lunch with me, does that sound appropriate?"

I nodded at that, and we soon found ourselves trying our best to concentrate on the next lecture, which had now started. It was hard, as we seemed to be getting along almost too well, and couldn't stop ourselves from making jokes and teasing comments throughout the hour, repeatedly disrupting each others trails of thought. I was relieved when the lecture ended and we got up for lunch.

I quickly finished packing my handbag as Thomas started making his way down the stairs of the lecture, and sprang after him as soon as I managed to close it. I almost felt like skipping as I bounded down the stairs to him for lunch, and quickly caught up. It was only once we were on our way to the canteen that I remembered back to this exact time last week, when we had gone for lunch together along with Thomas's friends. Where were they?

When I asked Thomas, he just shook his head in an exasperated manner.

"They're good guys, but sometimes they can be a bit much... I thought you might prefer it if we took a break from them."

I certainly cannot say I minded it, but I did notice just how different it felt to be alone with him, creating a sense of closeness and intimacy, which I wasn't used to. I felt reassured however by our casual chat, as we made our way into the canteen, and Thomas courteously allowed me to go ahead of him in the queue. The food was average, but the talk was good, and we soon found ourselves sitting on our own on a small table in the corner of the room, engrossed in conversation.

The strange thing however is that I have almost utterly forgotten what we talked about. Indeed, we seemed to simply skip from one utterly mundane subject to another, without ever talking about anything more serious than work. We could have been chatting about the weather for all I know, but it was a nice time, as so I cannot say I minded it.

I did notice however, from the corner of my eye, a table a little further on where Thomas's friends were having lunch, and I had the distinct impression that they were taking turns to glance at us discreetly. I ignored them though, and did not feel particularly self-conscious until Henry walked over. It seemed like he had been sitting a little way away and had been observing us, despite the fact that I had been utterly oblivious to him.

He was smiling, but I quickly felt a little unnerved as I realized just how naturally girlishly I had been acting under his supervision. It may have all been part of me following his advice, but it still felt a little like I had been caught doing something very private or shameful. I forced myself to smile back, despite feeling warmth spread in my cheeks.

"Hey Elise!" He called out, "How's it going?"

"Fine thanks," I answered, "Do you know Thomas here? He's studying the same subjects as me."

Thomas smiled uncomfortably at my housemate, and I watched him as his grin slowly faltered under Henry's gaze. 

"Good to meet you." Stated Henry, before nodding at me and sidling off.

"Who was that guy?" asked Thomas the moment Henry was out of hearing range.

"Just my housemate..." I answered, trying no to show how uncomfortable that encounter had made me, however short it may have been.

"He seems rather rough."

I nodded at that.

"He's a really nice guy though," I added, "And he's been helping me out with some things lately."

I suddenly heard my phone buzz inside my bag and went rummaging for it, wishing my pockets were big enough to contain it. As I got it, I glanced at the display to find a text from Henry.




A Diary for Two Ch. 08



"I'm surprised to see that Amanda isn't the only one on your list..." It read.

Trying not to break the conversation with Thomas, I nodded occasionally at his comments as I answered the message.

"What do you mean?" I asked Henry.

"That you seem to be going on a seduction spree." Read his next text.

"Very funny."

"Say what you want, that Thomas guy is completely into you, Elise."

I hesitated, unsure what to answer to that, before deciding to ignore it. I suddenly realized that Thomas was staring at me intently, as I had been utterly silent and motionless for a while now. I glanced up at him shyly.

"Is anything the matter?" He asked.

"No... No, nothing's the matter." I answered, "Just dealing with some friends of mine."

He nodded slowly, looking a little worried. He was starting to look very uncomfortable now, as his face went red and he seemed terribly nervous. Utterly baffled as to why he would be acting so strangely, I tried to smile reassuringly at him, waiting for him to explain himself.

"Would... Would you like to go out for dinner with me some time?" He finally stuttered.

I just stared at him for a while; feeling completely taken aback, before my brain started working again and I tried to cover my surprise. Nothing could stop me going red as well though, as I gulped once before opening my mouth.

"That would be lovely." I said timidly. I'm even now unsure as to the main reason why I accepted. Perhaps I actually wanted to go, or perhaps I was just unused to being made such kind offers by friends and acquaintances. It might also have had something to do with the fact that I would have found it heartless and cruel to refuse. Whatever the reason, the expression on Thomas's face at that point was one of both relief and disbelief.

"Great!" He exclaimed with utter sincerity in his voice, "How about tomorrow evening?"

Once again, I was taken aback, but I nodded anyway, and watched him as his face filled with joy at the prospect. I simply smiled a little uncomfortably. Suddenly realizing that we were running out of time till our next lecture, I told him that I trusted him to choose the place, and gave him my phone number so that he could tell me where we were to go. He beamed, as we walked off to our next contact hour, and I tried to hide the smile upon my lips.

It was strange, but despite knowing that this was a 'date' of sorts, I didn't at that time feel particularly worried about it, as if romance and sex were hardly an issue at that point it time. The next couple of hours did go by a little dreamily though, as we sat alongside each other, both thinking silently about the evening to come on Wednesday.

It may also have had something to do with the lectures in chemistry, which were as dull as ever, even more so than our mathematics lecture before lunch. I found myself staring blankly at various diastereoisomeric and enantiomeric organic configurations displayed by our lecturer and thought back to when Henry had walked over to us during lunch... What had he wanted?

Despite being lost in thought, the afternoon definitely seemed very long and tedious, and I was soon wishing I could skip a lecture. I was reeling by the end of the afternoon, bored stiff by the lectures and the technicalities of the courses, and wondering whether I should make a dash for the buses before a queue built up. Thomas had other plans however.

"How about you come with me to the debating society?" He asked, "I'm sure you'd enjoy it!"

I hesitated, on the verge of refusing, when I suddenly tripped and fell in the middle of the rush of people leaving the lecture. Erik would usually be able to make himself a path in this commotion, but with my slighter frame, I felt like I was on the verge of being crushed as I got tussled in the rush. Thankfully Thomas got to me and pulled me back to my feet.

"I doubt you'll be able to get passed the queue for the bus now anyway." He observed as we watched the crowd run thin before us. I nodded, absent-mindedly noticing that his hand was lightly resting around my waist.

"All right, I'll come," I said.

He then led me to another lecture theatre and opened the door for me. There, a number of charismatic looking people were sitting around at random in small groups, talking quietly as three students played around with the display on the lecturers' assigned computer. I glanced at the display, which seemed to list a number of topics of debate.

Thomas introduced me to the guys on the computer, who welcomed me warmly, encouraging me to participate in a debate. I put up a little resistance before accepting, knowing full well that they had no idea that I was in fact already an active member of the society, albeit under the name of 'Erik'.

The debate was fun, and I found myself playing the role of the member for the government, coming up with new arguments in favor of enforcing a military service on white-collar criminals and relished watching the opposition crumble. We won the debate, and my team, composed of Thomas and I, was classed as the best one of the four.

I'll admit I felt a little shame at manipulating the opposition into banking on my inexperience to take them down, but I also felt vindicated, having initially been strongly underestimated. Thomas seemed strongly impressed with me, and made me promise I'd come to the next weeks' session as we walked to the bus stop. 

We spent the whole bus ride chatting, and I felt legitimately saddened when I left him, got of the bus and walked back home. It was only when I was half a block away from my house that I realized that I was arriving late, and that Beth might therefore see me if I were to walk straight in. Feeling worried, I texted Henry, asking him to make sure that the coast was clear.

He answered about a quarter of an hour later, telling me that Beth was upstairs, and I rushed in, shivering violently in the cold of the dark evening. I went straight to my room, where I covered myself in my dressing gown and bed sheets, cursing my housemates for making me freeze my ass off in such a small outfit. Mike came in to give me a few pairs of tights that Henry had bought for me this afternoon, and asked me if I was all right.

I could barely say a word with my chattering teeth, but I think he got the message, telling me he'd go and make me a cup of tea. I nodded at that, and sank deeper into my bed as I tried to warm myself up. Henry soon came knocking as well, and I told him to come in with a little reluctance. He looked a little ashamed as he entered and saw me curled up in blankets and my dressing gown.

"I'm not sure if I caught a cold or not today, but I don't think I'll go to campus tomorrow." I told him.

Indeed, one of my lectures of the next day had been cancelled, and the only other one in thermal physics was horrendously boring. It didn't seem to be enough to warrant a trip to campus. Henry hesitated for a moment however, before nodding.

"I'll stay with you, if you don't mind." He offered.

I accepted, knowing that I'd appreciate the company, however annoyed I may be at him for making me risk myself to frostbite.

"So... Where were you tonight?" he asked.

"I just went to the debating society with Thomas."

"Oh..." Henry looked rather thoughtful for a moment, until Mike walked in with my cup of tea, which I accepted gratefully.

I sipped it, before putting it down on my bedside table, feeling its' warmth radiating from my throat and stomach. I then looked up to see the boys staring at me intently, and I looked down shyly at all the attention. I was half expecting them to want to leave now, but instead, Mike just sat down on the foot of my bed. 

I raised an eyebrow at him, but he simply shrugged at me, and Henry chuckled. Henry then locked my door and came over to sit on my bed as well, making me wince slightly.

"You're sitting on my legs!" I told him.

"I thought you wanted us to keep you warm." He answered teasingly

"Not like that." I answered calmly. To be honest, his weight wasn't really hurting my legs.

"Ok then, how about with a bit of exercise?" He asked.

He slid his way up my body until he was sitting on my lap, pinning me in place as he started tickling me cruelly. I yelped and tried to defend myself, but he soon pinned both of my wrists above my head with one hand as he tortured me to tears with the other and I squirmed and squealed in protest until I found myself panting and sweating in exhaustion.

After a while, I realized that he'd finally stopped, and looked up to see both Mike and Henry staring at me intently. I felt a little self-conscious again, my hands still pinned above my head as I looked questioningly at them.

"What is the matter, guys?" I asked.

"Well..." Hesitated Mike embarrassedly, "You know how we think... So put yourself in our shoes. We're looking at a pretty blond girl in a nice tank top and shorts who's let us in her room as she sits in bed. Is there anything sexier than that for a guy?"

I must have taken the same shade of red as a beetroot as I realized what he was saying, and looked down to see that most of my covers and my dressing gown had fallen off to display my tussled tank top, which had itself ridden most of the way up my waist. I quickly reached down to cover myself more prudishly, before looking at my hair, which had become quite messy, as one of the braids had become mostly undone and was cascading down my left shoulder.

"Come on guys! I'm tired and my hair is a mess... How could you guys call this sexy?"

"I just remembered!" Exclaimed Henry, avoiding my question, "I also bought you these."

He handed me a small pouch of scrunchies, ribbons and elastic bands, which I gratefully accepted, before completely undoing both my braids and tying my hair back into a ponytail with a blue ribbon. It wasn't much, but I didn't feel particularly confident with my hair yet, and didn't want to try anything too complicated in front of my two housemates, especially as I have never really used elastic bands or scrunchies in my life.

Feeling satisfied with my hairstyle, I glanced back up to see the boys still staring at me. Not wanting them to leave, I proposed that we watch a little Family Guy, to which they enthusiastically agreed, and we soon found ourselves sitting comfortably on my bed as we watched it off of my laptop. It was a nice, calm ending to the evening, and I was glad to have their company as we laughed together at the controversy of the series.

Henry made us all a batch of soup between two episodes, and I quickly forgot about all the discomfort I had felt today as I sipped my share. I have to admit that as embarrassing as it sometimes feels, I seem to be making the most of moments as Elise, which I had never before experienced as Erik. 

October 22, 2014

I woke up this morning to the sound of Mike and Beth getting ready for their lectures, and sat comfortably in bed as I heard them prepare breakfast and making their way out the front door. I was thinking of my date this evening, feeling both anticipation and nerves grip me as I considered the possible outcomes. 

It was strange, as I did feel very attached to Thomas, but could not truly say that I considered him 'Hot' in the way that I had always considered some girls as Erik. Did I like him? Yes. Did I like him romantically? I wasn't sure. Indeed, being a girl, I realized that my perspective seemed very different, and as such my understanding of my own feelings was poor, if not nonexistent. I soon found myself chewing on my lip, not at all sure what to think, and only left my trail of thoughts when I was interrupted by Henry knocking on my door.

"Elise? Are you decent?" He asked.

I looked down at my tank top and shorts in which I had slept, and sighed.

"I guess I am." I answered, "Come in."

Henry opened the door cautiously, and saw me sitting up, still clad in my clothes from yesterday. He seemed a little embarrassed as he walked up to me, his hands hiding something behind his back as he did so.

"Hey... I thought you might want to try on some new clothes."

"I bloody hope so," I said, "I can't wear these forever!"

"How about these?"

He showed me what he was hiding, and my eyes grew wide as I saw him show me the outfit he'd chosen for me. It was made up of a pretty blue short-sleeved blouse matching the bow in my hair, and a rather short creased black skirt. Definitely pretty clothes, but...

"Are you only ever going to dress me up like a slut?" I asked him.

"Oh come on, be fair! This isn't slutty. I'd even say it's pretty."

"OK, fair enough, it does look nice, but that skirt is very short, especially for the season."

"Perhaps, but you need to get used to looking feminine. I want you to be able to wear a bikini in summer without feeling embarrassed about your body! Right now you are a pretty girl, and you need to learn to make the most of it. As for the season, well you don't really need to go outside today, do you?"

I hesitated for a moment, unsure what to say. I finally settled for the truth.

"Actually, Henry, I was sort of planning on going out tonight. Thomas invited me out for dinner yesterday."

"W-what?" exclaimed Henry, looking shocked, "Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously." I confirmed quietly.

"Are... Are you sure you want to do that? I mean, aren't you rushing things a little?"

"Rushing things? You're the one who keeps trying to make me more feminine here. He's just a nice guy who asked, so I thought I'd say yes. Where is the problem with that?"

Henry seemed at a loss for words for a moment there, staring at me in surprise and, it seemed, anger. He seemed to calm himself a little though, and finally sat down on the edge of my bed, his hand resting upon my shoulders.

"All right, but be careful then. You're new to this, and I don't want you to get hurt. I mean we both know that even the nicest guys have ideas in the back of their heads that would make you cringe. Just... Just take it slowly, OK?"

"I will." I sighed, looking up at him. "I just might need something warmer for tonight."

"I'll see what I can find," Said Henry reluctantly, "Just... Just put this on for now and we'll get you all dressed up this evening later on."

"Fine, but I'll need a shower first." I stated, as I took the clothes, some underwear and my towel and made my way to the bathroom, leaving Henry sitting on my bed.

The shower was a strange experience, as I felt myself momentarily become male again under the hot water, washing myself thoroughly and feeling a rush of new thoughts and feelings flood my system. I quickly got out, dried my short hair and myself thoroughly, and then turned myself back into Elise. It had felt incredibly uncomfortable thinking about my 'date' as Erik, and turning back brought me a strong emotional relief, along with the happy discovery that washing and drying my hair as Erik had the same effects on Elise's hair.

I then put on my outfit for the day, and walked downstairs, feeling very conscious of how my skirt flapped around my legs, leaving my underwear utterly visible from the perspective of any imaginary camera at my feet. Ignoring the machinations of my imagination, I found Henry still sitting on my bed as I had left him, looking sullen.

With a bit of coaxing, I managed to lead him into the sitting room, where I sat him down and went to fetch us some cereal, assuming he hadn't eaten yet. He took it gratefully, but soon went back into a state of half-aware gloominess, and I started feeling bad for leaving him alone tonight. I think I also somehow knew that in some way, he was attracted to me as more than a friend, even though admitting it brings me much discomfort.

Deciding that I owed him for his support do far, I attempted to massage his shoulders to make him liven up, or at least open him up a bit. To my surprise, this just made him chuckle to himself, and glance around at me.

"Thanks Elise, but you might want to put in more muscle for a massage... Light caresses are not going to make much of a difference to muscle strain."

I soon found myself being coached by him on how to administer a proper shoulder massage, finding it incredibly difficult to take a hold of his huge dense muscles and working the knots out of them. My arms and hands were soon aching as my strength ebbed away in my attempts, and I quickly found myself in the humiliating position of having one administered to me by Henry after having exhausted myself trying to improve my technique.

It didn't really matter for very long though, as I felt myself become putty in his hands as he took a hold of my shoulders and forcibly made me relax until I felt like I might run in between the cushions of the couch. I quickly became a limp marionette in his hands, with my eyes closed, something which he could not let slip according to his own extreme version of the guy code.

I suddenly found myself hoisted backwards as he took a hold of my arms and pulled me up and against his massive chest. He then reached towards my waist with his other hand, tickling me lightly as I tried unsuccessfully to buck off of him. 

"Why do you keep doing this to me?" I asked.

"Because you like it." He stated teasingly as he reached down to the hem of my skirt and pulled it up slightly.

"What the hell are you doing?" I demanded feeling infuriated.

"What?" He said as he lifted it all the way back, "How is this different to a bikini, something that is perfectly accepted in public?"

I was at a loss for words; desperately trying to make him stop this, trying to find a way to explain why this was hundreds of times worse than wearing a bikini... He laughed.

"I'll tell you what the difference is, Elise." There was a short pause. "Camel toe."

I looked down to see that, to my horror, he was right.

"Are you done humiliating me then?" I asked exasperatedly.

"I guess so." He released me gently, and I rolled off of his chest instantly.

"You need to learn when too much is too much." I told him sternly. "Please don't ever try something like this again. Not without my consent at least."

Henry faced my fierce stare for a few seconds, before sighing to himself, and nodding.

Satisfied, I finished my bowl of cereal and checked the time. It was already nearly midday... Where had the morning gone? I decided it was about time I started getting to work, as I had hardly been productive at all of late, and I really needed to catch up on my latest lectures. I went to fetch my laptop and notes and started going through them, attempting to memorise various formulas and methods scattered around the papers. 

Henry went to fetch his notes as well, although I had a distinct feeling that he wasn't working all that hard. Instead, I got the impression that he was stealing glances at me on a regular basis when I wasn't looking. I tried to ignore him, and made some progress in physics over the next few hours. I only stopped when I realized that I was becoming hungry again. 

When I commented on it, Henry offered to make lunch, but I refused, knowing full well that if I had lunch so late, I'd have no appetite left for this evening. I decided to grit my teeth and skip lunch, but this decision made it impossible for me to concentrate properly as my energy started to ebb away. I finally sighed around half past five, putting my papers and laptop to one side. I just couldn't go on in any effective way.

"I think I'll stop for today," I told Henry, "Have you managed to do everything you were hoping for?"

He glanced down at his mess of papers, and shook his head.

"This just isn't one of my working days." He stated morosely.

"Is it ever?" I asked.

"I guess not." He answered, laughing to himself.

I smiled.

"How about a game of cards then? It's either that or we choose me an outfit for tonight..."

"We've got time... I'd go for cards." 




A Diary for Two Ch. 08



"I'm up for it!" exclaimed Mike as he walked in, having just arrived through the front door, unnoticed to us. "Just be careful, Elise, Beth might be here any second."

"To Hell with that," said Henry, "We'll just tell her you're visiting and invite her to join us."

I hesitated at that, before reluctantly nodding. It was true that if we all supported that version of events, she'd have no choice but to believe us. I soon forgot it however, as we got immersed into the game. It was a lot of fun, despite Beth's refusal to join when she finally did arrive home, looking like she'd had a very long day. She went straight her room at that point, leaving us to finish our game of 'poker menteur' with imaginary chips.

I think the main reason that I was getting so immersed, and for that matter continuously winning, was that some part of me was getting rather scared of the idea of my date with Thomas. It had seemed like a fine idea originally, but now that the actual time was coming closer, I was making myself worried. This only became worse when I received a text from Thomas offering to pick me up around half past seven from home and asking my address. I sent him my address in a text, and subsequently lost the next two rounds of our game.

Finally, it became time for my night out, and, sighing, Henry went to fetch something more suitable. He came up with a plain albeit pretty pale red dress, which I hesitantly combined with a pair of nice black three-inch heels. Applying make-up was a lot more painstaking however as I attempted as best I could to make myself look a little more dressed-up without painting myself like a clown. Finally, I divided my hair into two neat braids attached with red ribbons, as I was still not confident enough to try using elastics.

On reflection I was very lucky that Beth had gone to her room, as it allowed me to get changed and ready with the help of the boys without raising some very unusual questions.

Finally ready and clutching a partially emptied handbag, I found myself sitting nervously on the edge of the couch, waiting for Thomas to arrive. The doorbell finally rang, and I jumped up to go and greet him, leaving the other two behind as I went to the door, my heart hammering, seemingly from within my throat. I found him well dressed in a neat pale blue shirt and smart navy blue trousers, his sleeves rolled up and his hair combed back. He hadn't shaved off his five o'clock shadow however, despite wearing an aftershave, which had a strong, albeit layered smell.

"Hi!" He said.

"Hi." I answered lamely.

I smiled shyly at him, as I walked out the front door and closed it behind me, nearly tripping over my 3-inch heels. Those probably were a mistake... he didn't seem to notice however, and grinned down at me as I stood beside him, holding onto my handbag as if it were a lifeline with my right hand.

"You look... Beautiful." He said

"Thank you." I said, blushing. I paused for an instant, wondering whether I should return some sort of compliment.

He didn't seem to mind though, and turned to start walking down the stairs, stopping suddenly as he offered me his arm. This was weird... Who still offered their arm to girls as if they couldn't walk, Especially to go down stairs in front of their own houses? I wasn't used to such old fashioned, senseless gallantry. In fact I wasn't used to any gallantry directed at me. I still lightly took his arm though, acting out of instinct as my mind ran wild.

As we made our way down the stairs, I tried my best not to get too close to him or put any more pressure on his arm than a light touch, feeling very shy and embarrassed. Despite that, I tripped on the third to last step due to my heels, and found myself nearly falling onto him, as he stabilized me with his arm. I looked at him apologetically as I blushed furiously, but he simply smiled pleasantly at me, making no comment.

I was surprised, when we reached the sidewalk, to find him steering me towards a smart looking little Porsche. For some reason I had not expected him to be a driver, and I found myself pleasantly surprised. I only hoped that I would not have to drive him home if he were to get too drunk.

He courteously opened my door for me as I clambered in, closing it after me before walking around the car and sitting himself in the drivers' seat. He obviously had rather good parallel parking skills as he expertly maneuvered his way out, and I watched him drive us smoothly towards the center of town. A thought suddenly hit me.

"Wait a second... Don't you usually take the bus to campus?" I asked.

He blushed visibly despite the dimness inside the car, and hesitated for a couple of seconds.

"I... I borrowed this car from one of my housemates." He admitted.

I giggled at that.

"Don't worry, I'd probably find it a little imposing if this car actually were to belong to you... I find you more relatable like this." I told him, trying to sound reassuring.

"Thanks... I just thought you might like to be driven somewhere for once, instead of always taking the bus." He said, relaxing a little on the wheel.

We started chatting after that, mostly about very superficial things thankfully, as I really wanted to avoid talking about our studies. It didn't last long though, as we quickly found ourselves in the center of town, having avoided rush hour, and stopped near a very pretty bridge crossing the river. I looked around in amazement, making the most of the beauty of the town.

For some reason, I had never really appreciated just how pretty this place was at night. To be fair, I had generally only ever been around here during the day or with a group of drunk and soon-to-be-drunk friends, so this was quite a new perspective. I loved it, and kept looking around in amazement at the lights and architecture as Thomas guided me to the restaurant.

It was a lovely place, which was obviously not aimed at students as a main clientele. The inside wasn't quite extravagant, but it definitely was posh, with a lot of art on the walls and a small jazz band playing softly near the entrance. We were shown to our table, which was upstairs on a sort of balcony, which presided over the band below.

We sat down, and were given the menus as Thomas recommended that we go for their Bordeaux, which, he said, was rather nice. A little taken aback, I told him I'd be delighted to try it. When it arrived, the waiter served Thomas a small drop, which he smelled and tasted ceremoniously as if he had been doing it his whole life. He then nodded, and the waiter served me, before finally filling Thomas's glass.

I tasted the wine before going through the menu, fining it to be potent and yet strangely fruity. I then quickly scanned the dishes of the people eating below us, comparing them to the choices on the menu, before settling for a sumptuous-looking dish based on chicken cooked on a skillet with green chili sauce.

Thomas, seeming more original by the second, opted for the French styled 'boudin noir'. We then talked about our lives at university and beyond, although I did my best so as not to be too specific about my life before university. Indeed, I was cautious not to merge my life too much with that of Erik, as I had the feeling that if he knew too much about it, I might too easily slip up and say something odd.

The food was delicious, and I savored it slowly, making the most of the many-layered flavors within the chili sauce and the carrot puree, which accompanied it. We soon found ourselves exchanging pieces of each other's dishes, and I found myself almost favoring Thomas's blood sausage over my own chicken.

The pudding was even better, and I was pretty sure that the evening had been a success as I scraped up the last crumbs of my tart, giggling at one of the surprisingly many jokes and stories that Thomas seemed to come up with. However, I felt a strong, unexpected pang of regret when the bill arrived, as Thomas insisted on paying for it all. I tried my best to make him split the costs, but it fell on deaf ears as he refused to even show me the bill, simply slipping it under the money as he left it on the table.

This left me deeply disquieted, as I knew that, knowing this kind of restaurant, the bill would substantial, far more than a student is accustomed to paying. In addition, I deduced from the way that Thomas didn't put any change on the table that he was also leaving a tip. I told him that next time I'd be paying, but he shook his head at that, laughing, and led me back down to his car.

He then drove me straight home, talking quietly in the aftermath of the musically enhanced restaurant, as he thanked me for coming with him. I told him that it was my pleasure, and watched, impressed, as he made another show of talented parallel parking in a car, which didn't even belong to him. He then got out of the car, the engine still purring lightly, and made his way around to open my door. 

I thanked him honestly for the truly wonderful evening, to which he simply smiled. He then led me up the stairs to my front door, telling me that he would like to do this again sometime. I turned to him, smiling, and was suddenly caught by the intensity of his gaze as he looked down at me. He lightly put his hand on my arm and took a step closer to me, close enough that I could count the individual bristles on his cheeks.

"I really like you." He told me calmly.

"I..." I hesitated, at a complete loss for words.

He leant his head to the side and slowly leaned in towards me, slowing only a few centimeters away from my face. I hesitated for an incredibly long second, unsure what to do. If he had just tried to kiss me there and then I would probably just have pushed him away I think... But the way he just stopped, leaving me the option at the last second... Something simply overtook me, and I made a small, lurching forwards gesture with my head. It was all he need, and closed the gap, brushing my lips ever so gently with his own. It only lasted for half a second... And then he straightened back up.

He smiled at me as I blushed, feeling utterly paralyzed, before nodding his head.

"I hope to see you soon Elise. Goodbye." He said, before turning around and walking down to the car.

I watched him, still immobilized, as he got in and drove off, my eyes huge and my heart caught where I used to have an Adam's apple. After what seemed like a couple of minutes, I finally regained control of my body, opened the door, and entered. The house was dark, as everyone had gone to his or her rooms. I made my way to mine, closed the door, and shakily removed my dress and make-up, staring at my pale face in my small mirror.

Having then undone my braids, I put the ribbons to the side and slipped into bed. It was only then that I appreciated how mild this night had been. Indeed, I was still shaking, but this time not due to the cold.



A Diary for Two Ch. 09



A slow built story about a character's transformation. Sexual content may be present in some chapters, but is not the main focus.

This is my first attempt at writing erotic literature, so feedback is always welcome!

Once again, don't hesitate to look up 'Ranma 1/2' (japanese anime) and 'The Blue Necklace' (Literotica story), my two main inspirations for this story.

I'm really sorry for taking so long on this one, I was held up during Christmas and most of January, and the long pause made finding inspiration rather hard. I'm still aiming to go for longish chapters, but hopefully the next one will be ready in nowhere as long. Please enjoy!

On a side note, I am currently making notes for a potential other story (different theme, same universe) concerning one of the characters in this one. I'm not guaranteeing anything however, but just don't assume that all the characters from this story are what they appear to be.

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October 23, 2014

I woke up feeling great that morning, and I seemed to be full of energy despite the early morning as I put on my little shorts, one of my big male t-shirts and donned my dressing gown. I then sped to the kitchen, my mind racing about the previous night. It felt so strange, and yet so natural, to have gone out with a guy, been kissed by him and, it seems, enjoyed it. I shook my head as I bustled around, trying to clear my head of all my confusing, clashing thoughts.

Henry soon walked in and I bounced over to him as soon as I saw him and, without thinking, planted a kiss on his cheek. He stepped back looking startled, and I restrained myself forcibly, blushing.

"Thanks for the choice of dress last night Henry, it was great! I really appreciated you help. Last night was just so..." My jabbering stopped as I tried to find the right words.

"Don't mention it." Henry answered, sounding somewhat stern.

I examined his face and saw a strange mixture of disgruntlement and pride as he lightly touched his cheek where I had just kissed him. He went to lean against the fridge as I stared at him feeling puzzled.

"What's wrong?" I asked him carefully, feeling my new, carefree buzz slowly fade away.

"Nothing," He lied, shaking his head, "It's just that... I wonder whether you're taking things as a girl a little too fast."

"What!" I exclaimed, "After everything you've said and tried to make me do, you're suddenly telling me that I'm going too fast?" 

"I'm sorry!" He said, "It's just that acting like a girl is one thing, it's useful camouflage... It's to help you survive. But going out with someone is a whole other ballgame! You cannot just jump in like that; you actually need to get prepared. What if you get too emotionally attached and then get rejected? What if your "Erik side" finds it impossible to deal with what is going on? What do other people think of your relationship? There is a reason why girls like to be choosy, and act hard to get. Especially those that look like you..."

I was shaking my head vigorously, feeling more and more angry. Part of my anger was due to the fact that I had the strong feeling that he was in fact saying these things more out of personal interest and spite than out of his care for me... But the worst of it was that I knew he wasn't entirely wrong. Indeed, whatever my relationship with Thomas, I knew that it had the power to destroy me if it went wrong, especially in my already emotionally unstable situation.

Unable to deal with these thoughts, I stormed out of the kitchen, leaving my bowl and cereal box behind me. I was only about halfway through the sitting room however when I both felt and heard a snap in my left ankle, followed by a shot of pain as I crumpled to the floor. Henry soon came running over to see me lying there with tears in my eyes, feeling my ankle throb agonizingly.

"What happened?" He asked.

"I... I frigging twisted it!" I answered, pointing at my ankle. " For God's sake... I cannot believe that I spent last night on heels without a hitch and yet now..." I tailed away, laughing at the excruciating irony of the situation.

Henry simply picked me up by my arms, slung one over his broad shoulders, and half helped me half carried me back to my room. I dropped onto my bed, feeling a twinge of pain as I leant back, breathing heavily with my eyes closed. I suddenly felt warm water slosh across my face and opened my eyes to see Henry holding a now empty cup as I felt myself expand.

"Why did you do that?" I asked him, almost shouting in my gruff voice.

"I... I was wondering whether you'd be able to cope better with an injury whilst in your normal body... Or if the twist would perhaps become less important as you get bigger." He answered, looking down at me uncertainly.

I frowned at him, unsure what to think of his idea, until I suddenly realized that I could hardly feel any pain anymore. I looked down at my ankle, which didn't seem to be swollen or different in any other way than it's hairiness and male size. I shook my head impatiently.

"If only I had been like this when it happened..." I told myself aloud, "This would never have been so bad were I not walking on such twiggy legs."

It didn't seem to matter too much however, as the pain almost utterly vanished during the next five minutes, and I soon found myself cautiously testing how much weight I could put on it. This made it twinge a few times, but once again the pain faded as if it were being sucked out of my ankle, and I soon found that I could stand up, albeit a little gingerly.

"Well there you are then," said Henry, "It can't have been all that bad after all. I'd suggest you remain Erik for today though just in case, as I don't think it will rain today." 

I shrugged non-committedly and told him we should get ready to leave or we'll be late for our first lecture. He nodded and went to fetch me some male clothing for me to change into for the day, before going to his room to get ready. I got changed out of the ridiculously small shorts and t-shirt I was wearing and into some relatively safe jeans and shirt, before checking my ankle again. It seemed completely healed and painless; despite my strong impression that I had felt a tendon snap when I'd twisted it earlier.

Henry and I were running late for lectures at that point, and we quickly made our way to the bus stop to get to campus. It was a crowded but funny ride, as I suddenly realized how much I had missed being able to look over people's heads to see out of the window. Being tall definitely had some perks, which I was only just starting to appreciate.

I soon found myself back in lectures, feeling bored to death by the ongoing drone of the lecturer about partial differential equations... Or was it perhaps about integrations of vector fields in non-Cartesian coordinates? I cannot really care enough to remember to be fair. Either way, I spent that time sitting alone, wishing I had just stayed home and decided to skip these lectures. That wish was soon replaced by a wish for a sandwich as my lack of breakfast soon caught up with me and I felt my energy ebb under the pressure of hunger.

I ended up nearly running out of my last morning lecture and decided to avoid the already extensive queue in the cafeteria by buying a sandwich in the small shop on campus. There was still a queue, but it moved a lot faster, and I soon found myself settling down on a bench outside as I crammed sandwich after sandwich down my gullet.

"Hey there!" A clear female voice greeted me from right behind me. 

I started and nearly choked myself to death as I looked around to find Isabelle shyly looking down at me. I tried to maintain my composure as I swallowed a whole three quarters of my sandwich with great difficulty, whilst greeting her with a vague hand wave.

"Are you alright?" She asked worriedly.

I nodded, ignoring the brick of sandwich squeezing it's way into my digestive system, and smiled embarrassedly.

"Do... Do you mind if I sit down? All the other benches are taken."

I shook my head, feeling the sandwich finally reach my stomach. Isabelle walked hesitantly around and sat next to me on the bench, before taking a small box out of her handbag and opening it.

"Sushi?" I asked her, looking at the food that she was now eating with her hands.

"Mmhmm!" She answered enthusiastically.

"Darn it!" I said, acting annoyed, "I wish I knew where to get that! I haven't had sushi in ages..."

"Didn't you know?" She asked me, "It's on sale in the shop on Campus."

"How did I miss that...?" I said, shaking my head in mock desperation.

"Want some of mine?"

I soon found myself chatting with Isabelle in earnest, as she shared some of her sushi with me (I would have eaten anything to go with my sandwiches at that point). We seemed to get along really well, and we soon found ourselves going together to our next lectures in physics. The lectures were long and tedious of course, but we kept ourselves occupied as we conversed silently by exchanging notes.

It felt rather childish really, but there was something very liberating about making silly asides and jokes about the lecturer and his mannerisms, and we spent a lot of time stifling our laughter as we exchanged glances. I noticed how remarkably fresh Isabelle felt, with an open mind, a free spirit, and an obviously big heart. I felt rather sad about the fact that I would only occasionally be able to see her due to my "situation", as I knew that it would just be too weird to chat with her under the guise of alternating identities.

We went to the second lecture together as well, although we behaved ourselves better at that point, only exchanging the occasional glance and wink. It felt strange just how well we seemed to connect, to understand each other... When the lecture ended, we left together and started to chat about the lecture, and then physics in general, as we walked towards the bus stop. I was planning on turning around at the last second to attend my statistics lecture, but I eventually decided to omit the fact that I had yet another lecture to go to and got onto the bus with Isabelle.

We chatted all along the bus ride home, and started exchanging backstories. It felt easy for me, as I could be honest about pretty much everything as long as I skipped the events of the last month or so. However, Isabelle turned out to have had a very interesting life, as she had travelled a lot before coming to university. Indeed, she told me that she was originally Russian, although she had been brought up in Italy, Switzerland and France, and had learnt many languages along the way. It sounded extraordinary, as she did not possess any trace of an accent.

She told me of a friend of hers in Paris who used to come and visit regularly during her last few years there. She seemed rather dreamy eyed as she described the man, a certain "Roche-Foucault", who had supposedly supported her through hard times. I happen to know that it is a popular name in Paris, so I doubt I will ever meet him without being introduced. I let her reminisce for a while, before going back to the conversation at hand.

All in all, I would guess that she probably comes from a very well off family, although I would never dare ask her about her families' financial situation. Still, it did feel like she came from another world, another way of life, which would doubtless be utterly alien to me. Despite that, she remained relatable and remarkably adaptable, and I appreciated how far she must have come to be the girl that was now walking alongside me. I couldn't remember getting off of the bus, but we must have at some point, as we were now walking up the hill towards my house.

We finally stopped talking and walking as we reached my destination, and I turned to her, wondering if she lived far.

"I'm actually only a couple of blocks that way," She told me, having read my mind, as she pointed up the hill, "You should come and visit one of these days."

I told her I'd like that, before bidding her farewell, and returning home. Henry greeted me in the entrance, a cheeky grin plastered on his face. 

"What?" I asked him.

"Nothing..." He said, the grin still on his face, "I was just surprised to see that Erik and Elise are both playing the field."

"Shut up!" I told him, feeling myself redden a little at the idea. "Aren't you supposed to still have lectures at this time anyway?"

"Aren't you?" He answered. "Anyway, I don't see what you have to be so ashamed of! That one's definitely a looker."

"Well, yes... I guess she doesn't look all that bad." I conceded.

"I'd bone her..."

"Shut up!"

"Oh come on! I'm trying to say that I'm proud of you! You're switching gender every other day, and you're still enough of a lad to pick girls like that up from lectures. Or at least that is what it looked like from here."

"Yea, right." I said sarcastically.

"She definitely seemed into you. That's all I'm saying..."

I shrugged, walked over to the sitting room and installed myself on the smaller couch in front of the television. Henry collapsed on the other one and offered me a beer. I took it, and we spent the next twenty minutes or so watching Family Guy and exchanging comments and banter.

"You know what," announced Henry as the credits appeared, "I do enjoy having Erik back every now and then. I miss the banter..."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well... It's not the same when you're Elise. You're different, and so am I. For instance, I don't feel comfortable with this sort of crap and you don't react the same... Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy having a hot bird at my side like that, but it doesn't change the fact that I still miss you every now and then."

"I'm still me!" I stated, "It's not because you're always checking me out or something that..." I hesitated, feeling myself go hot behind the ears. Henry also seems to be going a little red, but I force myself to finish the sentence, hoping it would make it sound less weird. "That... That we can't still have some bants."

There was an awkward silence for a moment, as advertisements started showing one after the other on the TV. 

"I don't know, Erik... We can always try, but it's not the same."

I sighed, and nodded in agreement. I suddenly felt very tired.

"You know," I said, "The worst part isn't changing in itself... It's the fear that so many things could go wrong so easily. I can turn with only a few drops, so what if it rains unexpectedly, or someone flicks water at me in public? What if Beth hears us from upstairs? What then?"

"I don't know... there isn't all that much we can do, but hope... That and minimize risks of course. You'll just need to be careful."

I nodded. 

"I might as well spend more time as Elise then. It's safer. And I can always keep a bottle of water on me, just in case I change accidentally."

"I'm with you on that one."

"Which one?"

"Both I guess."

"And as for Beth... Should we tell her about this? I mean, it feels like she will probably be finding out at some point."

"I don't know," answered Henry pensively, "I guess we could give it a little longer for now. We've managed so far..."

I grunted in agreement. The thought didn't seem very tempting at all to be honest. I decided to watch another episode of Family Guy before going to my room to work (I've built up such a load of work to do lately!). 

The next episode flew by, and I soon found myself getting up and going to sit at my desk, dragging my feet along the way. I knew I had to work, but my heart wasn't into it, and it felt horribly tedious as I stared at my notes, trying to force myself to concentrate. I eventually gave up and leaned back in my chair with my eyes closed, thinking about what Henry had said about Isabelle.

Is she truly into me? Or was she just being friendly? It was hard to say, but I was pretty sure that if she wanted to go out, I would probably say yes. Indeed, she is hot, and more importantly, it feels like we connected. Or at least as much as we could, considering that she doesn't know I'm an "Elise" half of the time... 

I suddenly felt the urge to change, so I went to my washbasin and immersed my forehead underneath the jet of water. I knew that I only needed to wet my hands, but it somehow felt better to just stick my face under instead, as if it made me reborn in some ways, with the spray of water washing away one person and leaving another in its place. It felt rather similar to baptism in some ways... I chuckled at that thought, and heard a slightly high-pitched giggle leave my mouth. I was indeed Elise.

I quickly wiped my face dry with my hand towel and stood straight. I was definitely smaller, and I looked down at my small hands and long slender fingers, which had replaced my strong, masculine ones. For some reason, the thought came to me that if I learnt to play the piano, I'd do better as a male thanks to the wider hand span.

I sat down on my bed, feeling tiny in my oversized clothes. Might as well change clothing as well... I found my shorts and top, putting them only to feel unkempt at their filthiness. Darn Henry, he should have let me have all my female garments. I got up and went to my bedroom door, peaking out to see if Beth was in the area. Unable to sense her, I exited my room cautiously.

I found Henry still sitting in the living room, watching some crime series on the television. I cleared my throat discreetly, noticing that even that was done at a higher pitch. Henry started and looked around at me. I could have sworn that his eyes quickly roamed up and down my body before he looked me in the eyes.

"Elise, then, I guess." He observed.

"Yes, well," I said, blushing slightly, " I'm going to need some more clothes. These ones are getting dirty."

"Oh. Yea. Right... I'll go fetch some."

Henry got up and brushed past me as he went to the entrance hall and up the stairs. I sat down on the other sofa, waiting. It dawned on me that I didn't actually need clothes at this point, seeing as that I had clean underwear and that I didn't need to dress up to go to bed. I decided to keep that point to myself though, and waited patiently for Henry to return.

He came back with a bundle of clothes, including shorts, tops of all colors and shapes, and a few skirts. Nothing to completely cover my legs up with I noticed, but I decided to overlook that as I thanked him for the bundle. At least he wasn't giving me clothes on a day-by-day basis anymore.

"Want to go and change then?" Henry asked.

I hesitated for an instant, before nodding. Might as well be sociable if I'm not going to work. I was soon back in the living room, curled up on the sofa next to Henry and wearing a new pair of shorts and a green top. It felt comfy, but I quickly felt bored as I saw the crime series that Henry had been watching.

"Can't we watch something else?"

"I'd rather not watch some fashion show or whatever else you girls like to watch," answered Henry with a snide look.

"Yea, right, I'd forgotten that you'd never stayed at a girls house long enough to discover what they liked to watch."

"Why should I? They've usually already given me all I wanted of them by then."

"That and they've kicked you out." I gibed at him, giggling.

"Careful or I'll be the one kicking you out." He answered, carelessly lying down and stretching his legs out on the sofa and across my lap.

I wrinkled my nose at the smell of his feet.

"Get used to it." He told me.

"I don't think you should."

He snorted at that, but I ignored him. I was getting drowsy, and soon felt myself falling off to sleep, having completely lost track of both time and dinner. It was only the next morning that I realized how hungry I was and that Henry must have carried me to bed, as I woke up warm beneath my sheets.

October 24, 2014

I got up with difficulty this morning, feeling very cozy in bed and not wanting to get up. I wasn't just feeling lazy... I was feeling a little horny. I was going to be late however, so I eventually forced myself to get up, shower, put my make-up one, braid my hair and change tops as I'd slept in my green one. I chose a pink t-shirt and went to campus with Henry, glad that the sun was up and warm today.




A Diary for Two Ch. 09



Henry seemed a little quiet this morning, and I myself wasn't in much of a chatty mood, so we found ourselves hardly speaking that morning before attending our lectures. It was only when I entered the lecture theatre that I realized this was going to be the first time I saw Thomas since our date. Feeling shy, I walked in and immediately found him sitting in a side row nearly half way up, waving at me and sitting next to... Isabelle?

I came up to sit next to him, feeling myself blush at the memory of the previous Wednesday night.

"How are you?" he asked me.

"I'm... I'm great." I stammered. "Hey Isabelle!" I said as I saw her turn to me from Thomas's other side.

"Do you know each other?" asked Thomas, seeming puzzled. Damn. I'd just put my foot in it.

"She's a housemate of Erik," Isabelle put in, "Obviously they must have talked." She turned to me. "Hello Elise, glad to finally meet you! Thom here hasn't shut up about you for the last couple of days..."

Thomas instantly turned a deep shade of crimson at that point, and I felt myself go warm in the face as well. I smiled forcibly. It was excruciatingly weird, having to be introduced to both of them a second time under the guise of both Erik and Elise. The situation was getting complicated.

"How did you know we were housemates?" I asked Isabelle.

"Thomas here told me which street you lived on, and I noticed last night that Erik lived on the same street. I then checked with Thomas the exact address. It's funny how the two of you are housemates like us..."

"Yes, funny that." I said, laughing nervously. "So... What do you think of Erik?"

"I think he's cute." She answered, winking at me mischievously.

"Perhaps all four of us should meet up at some point!" announced Thomas.

I blanched at that, realizing just how much of a problem that could be. Isabelle came to my aid once again though.

"I'd rather think Elise would much rather the two of you had some privacy, to be honest."

I nodded a little too vigorously, before blushing at the thought. I was starting to feel a little lightheaded with so much blood rushing in and out of my face repeatedly and in so little time. Isabelle didn't seem to notice though, and Thomas looked thoughtful. Luckily, the lecture started at that point, covering up my embarrassment nicely.

Once the physics lecture was done, Isabelle waved us goodbye as she went off to her tutorial, and Thomas and I went on to our mathematics lecture together. He seemed to be forcing himself to be very courteous, and I wondered whether he was feeling even shyer than I after our date. Despite that, I felt a closeness to him that I hadn't previously.

In fact, I even rather enjoyed it as he touched my arm and my shoulder discreetly when he talked to me, and even held my hand as we walked to our second lecture. It took a little while to get used to, but I liked feeling his larger hand enclosing mine in a gentle but secure manner. 

Our second lecture was as tedious as ever, but I didn't mind, and I soon found myself walking off to my third lecture, feeling Thomas's hand in the small of my back as he commented on the lecturers, complimented me on the ribbons in my hair, and made simple but tasteful jokes. It wasn't much, but if felt right, and it felt safe.

It wasn't until halfway through our third lecture that I remembered I had the last lab session of the semester this afternoon, and that attendance would be monitored. There was no way that I could sneak in as Elise, and I had to attend. Feeling panicky, I fled right after the lecture, apologizing to Thomas and telling him that I had forgotten my lab coat at home and had to go fetch it. He seemed very disappointed and I felt terrible ditching him during the lunch hour, but there was no other choice.

I made my way back home, changed, got changed and took the bus back as Erik, worrying all the way about Thomas and Isabelle. What if they worked out that Elise was always absent the same day that Erik attended lectures, and vice-versa? What if Thomas repeated his idea that we should all meet up? Our names are too similar, and so are our faces, and our studies are the same, and so are our interests, and... And... I was panicking now, feeling myself hyperventilating as I got out of the bus and making my way to the labs. This all felt suddenly much, much too risky.

The lab session went pretty badly, as I spent the four hours repressing my thoughts about the many ways my situation could go wrong. I nearly died of angst when Thomas came up to me during the lab, asking me if I'd seen Elise. I feigned ignorance and went back to work, trying to get things done so as to get out as quickly as possible. I was looking forwards to the weekend, looking forwards to being able to breathe a bit, and make sense of it all.

The session ended eventually, and I made my way home feeling exhausted and shaky at the knees. My lab partner probably hated me by now, but it didn't matter: we wouldn't be working together again this year, and probably ever. I collapsed on the couch back home, closing my eyes and trying to shut my crazed, terrified thoughts out. It was at that point that Henry walked in.

"Hey mate, are you alright?"

I looked up at him silently, conveying my panic through a single stare.

"What's wrong?" He asked, more insistently this time, "And why are you already changed back?"

I told him about Thomas and Isabelle, and saw his face change quickly from incredulity to amusement and finally to increasing levels of worry as he worked out the implications of the situation.

"What now?" I asked him, almost choking up under the strain.

"I... I don't know," answered Henry, hesitantly, "But I think you need to take a break from this."

I looked at him quizzically. 

"Look, how about we go to my parents' place for the weekend. Just to take a breather and rethink your situation? I'm sure my parents won't mind having a guest over, and it looks like you need it."

Feeling lost and uncertain, I nodded.

"Great!" He said, "I'll call them up now. You should probably go as Elise though. It's safer."

I shrugged. It didn't really matter at this point: how could things possibly get worse? Henry nodded and went to phone his parents. They agreed to have us.

We made a few preparations, packed our bags lightly with clothes and work, and bought the train tickets online. It didn't take long, and I found myself going to bed early. I couldn't sleep due to my worries though, so I decided to fill my diary in with the latest events. Hopefully I'll be able to sleep now.

October 25, 2014

Henry and I got up early this morning and had breakfast silently in the kitchen. The air felt still and the house was quiet. I didn't feel very hungry, and found myself throwing away half of my bowl of cereal before going to get showered and ready. I took a cold shower this morning, opting to remain female for the sake of emotional stability, and only put on a bare minimum of make-up (not that I usually put on all that much anyway) before braiding my hair, putting on a striped shirt and a grey knee-length skirt, and closing my travel bag.

Henry was waiting for me when I left my room, and we walked together, carrying our bags with us, to the train station. We could have taken the bus there, but it wasn't that far, and we both felt we needed the walk. The train was relatively empty in the early morning hours, and we found ourselves two seats in a very quiet coach. For some reason, I was very aware of the length of my skirt and felt compelled to cross my legs carefully as if worried that some dwarf were desperately trying to look into it.

The trip was only an hour and a half long, and we soon arrived in Henry's hometown, a medium sized municipality with a slight industrial emphasis. I followed Henry to the bus stop as he told me about his life as a child here, pointing to certain buildings and streets and evoking certain events of his past. I was only half listening.

Once on the bus, Henry told me what to expect from his parents. They sounded like nice people, running a small fishing business in the area. It seemed like Henry was trying to reassure me, although he looked unsure as to whether he needed to reassure me about his parents or about my current situation at university. Eventually, he placed one of his huge, hairy hands on my arm.

"Everything will be fine, you'll see."

I nodded, but didn't speak.

I was surprised to see where his parents lived, however, as I was expecting them to live right on the coast. Instead, they had a small and old cottage in the country, a few miles inland. They greeted us warmly as we arrived, telling Henry to wipe his feet as he entered and telling me how charmed they were to meet one of his friends. I did my best to smile and be polite, shaking their hands and feeling surprised at how normal they looked, as opposed to their oversized son.

It was only when they cautiously showed me to my room that it dawned on me that they were left in some ambiguity as to the type of relationship between their son and me. I thanked them graciously (I hope) and tried to emphasize that Henry and I were just good friends from our time as First Years.

I made myself more or less comfortable in my room, before Henry walked in and suggested we go for a walk. I agreed, and we set off.

We made our way out of the back of the house, through the garden and into the woods beyond. It felt extremely colorful, with the autumnal leaves half fallen from their perches and the tree trunks contrasting darkly with the blue sky. It looked like greyish clouds were headed our way, but until they arrived, the weather would be fine.

The dirt tracks we followed were twisted and winding, often giving me the impression that we were encountering the same landmarks over and over again. I was glad to have Henry to guide me, as I would most likely have lost myself for hours in here. Eventually, he spoke.

"My parents don't know anything. I just told them you'd been going through a hard time lately and needed a break."

I nodded.

"They'll be expecting us with a good home cooked lunch when we come back. My mother's a great chef, just like me."

I smiled at him. It was funny, but I had the strong impression that he was loosening up a little, with his muscles in his arms, neck and face relaxing slightly, and his eyes shone down at me good-naturedly.

"You know, I understand how worried you are, but I've been thinking."

I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Your problems right now are mainly in your mind," He continued, "You mustn't let yourself be bothered so badly by eventualities that'll probably never come to pass. I mean, so what if your double identity does look a little strange? Thom and Isa will probably just come to their own conclusions on their own so let them. Do you really think any sane person would even consider the actual truth to be a possibility? They'd probably even do everything they can to try to work out a complicated story just to avoid such a ludicrous thought!"

I nodded. He was probably right. I felt his great gorilla hand on my slim shoulder, holding me against his side reassuringly as we walked.

"You just need to relax," He said, "Let things happen normally, or as normally as possible, and your problems will work themselves out on their own."

I nodded again, and rested my head on his broad shoulder, feeling rather comforted. He quickly looked around and found us a fallen trunk on which to sit. I sat down next to him, and leaned against him, looking around the orange-brown trees and listening to the rasp of the leaves as they floated through the air, carried by the wind.

I had nearly fallen to sleep then and there when Henry told me we should go have lunch. He disentangled his arm from around me and helped me up. I was a little disorientated, unsure of how long we had spent there. Ultimately, though, I felt better.

We made our way to Henry's house, where his rather annoyed mother who had been waiting for us to start lunch immediately told us off. I glanced at the clock in the kitchen and saw that it was already two in the afternoon. I felt a pang of guilt in my gut, and apologized profusely, but she simply waved me away, telling me that it was her bloody son's fault for getting me lost in the woods.

The lunch was indeed delicious, with roast veal and carrots on the side, and I found that despite being rather stern, Henry's mom was incredibly kind hearted. She fretted a lot about me not eating enough, which made me feel bad until I noticed she was doing the same with Henry, who happened to be eating almost half of the veal on his own. 

The father was very sweet, obviously accustomed to his wife's' energy and simply making the most of the meal, whilst occasionally asking us how things were going at university and what my course was like. He acted very impressed when I told him that I studied Mathematics and Physics, making me feel a little shy and uncomfortable, albeit nowhere as much as when he turned to Henry with a sly wink.

"A brain too! This one's a keeper, lad."

"Don't be silly!" His wife snapped at him, and he quickly turned back to his plate, expressing a sudden fascination for his carrots.

Henry did his best to change the subject at this point, and he was soon talking about the latest rugby with his father. They were obviously both enthralled by the subject, and went on and on about this guys' try and that guys' kick and whatever else. I listened to them, although I didn't feel confident enough in the subject to join in. I was amused though to catch a glance from the mother as she rolled her eyes at the boys conversation, before getting up and clearing up.

I attempted to help, but she refused point blank, telling me in no uncertain terms that I should remain seated, dearie. She soon came back with a bowl fruit, and we dug into pears and apples, all deliciously tasty and juicy.

It was three P.M. by the time we'd finished lunch, and the clouds overhead had reached us, pelting the windows with heavy rain. Henry proposed that we play cards in the sitting room, to which I agreed and so, to my surprise, did his dad. We soon found ourselves sat in front of a roaring fire (courtesy of Henry's mom), playing poker with Monopoly money. Henry was terrible and his dad was very good, so I felt reasonably well placed.

By the time we stopped around half past six, Henry had lost everything for the seventh time in a row and his father was slowly trouncing me. The game was getting repetitive and I was feeling bad for Henry who was getting increasingly frustrated as we outmaneuvered him at every turn. We decided to put the TV on, but couldn't find anything good to watch, so we started looking for a good film. It took a while for us to agree on something, and by the time we'd settled on Silence of the Lambs, Henry's mom was calling us for dinner.

The supper was lighter than lunch, but just as good, and I told her so as I complimented her on her cooking. She blushed at that, telling me that she just liked to play around with the recipes, and I saw both her son and husband throwing complicit looks at me, telling me I'd just gotten on her good side.

After dinner, I told the family that I was getting tired and should be off to bed. It was still a little early, the mother took on a worried look but I told her I was fine and went straight up to bed. Once stripped to my undies and settled in bed, I thought back to Thomas and Isabelle. Henry had been right: coming here had been good for me, had cleared my mind, and I was no longer that worried.

October 26, 2014

I was surprised this morning to find Henry sitting on the edge of my bed as I woke up, looking down at me. 

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

"Just waiting for you to get up," He answered, "I thought we could go for a jog in the woods."

"Well, alright, but I might need you to get out: I'm not dressed."

"Oh... Yea... Sorry." He said, looking a little flushed as he walked out.

I got up, got dressed and went after him, all the while laughing at the expression he had made when I told him to get out. I didn't laugh for long though, as the jog he'd planned for us was quite intense, and I struggled to keep up with his fast pace as we ran up and down what seemed like every single slope in the woods. I felt like I was dying by the time we came back, and quickly took my dirty sports shoes off so as to get to the shower.

I took a cold shower to cool off, and then spent the next half an hour drying my hair, braiding it again and putting my make-up on. I knew none of this was really necessary, but it felt like a habit I needed to have in order to get better at it. I felt like I needed the routines of a student girl who takes care of herself to become second nature for me. How else was I to be convincing?

It was late morning by the time I was ready for the day, so Henry's mom served us brunch, all the while fretting that we might forget something vital here when we went back to university. Henry obviously found her embarrassing, but put up with it calmly, assuring her repeatedly that he wouldn't forget anything and not to worry.

Our train was in around three P.M., so Henry's dad offered to drive us to town earlier so that we could go have a look around before going to the station. Henry seemed a little unsure, but I accepted gratefully and, after saying farewell to his mother, we left were driven by his dad to the center of town.

It wasn't a particularly colorful place, and many shops were closed, but I still enjoyed walking around and looking at the things on display. I'll admit that I enjoyed looking at the female clothes, trying to imagine myself wearing them in my minds' eye, even though I didn't really feel confident enough to buy anything in particular. Henry eventually lost his patience and decided to go and buy himself a drink in a bar. I joined him and we sat there, sipping our ice teas as we waited for our train to arrive.

"Thanks for bringing me here, it really did help." I told him truthfully.

"I'm glad it did," He answered, "I get worried about you."

There was a silence as we watched the people walking by. It wasn't much of a working day, and you could see it in the way they ambled along, taking their time as they went from one place to another. We people watched and exchanged comments on what we saw for the next or so until we realized that it was time to go to the station.

It didn't take long before we were sitting in our train, which was as empty as on our way in. The trip was once again silent and uneventful, and we soon found ourselves on the bus back to our house. Luckily for me, Beth wasn't around when we entered and unpacked our bags, but Mike was and we decided to go to the pub all together for a change. I quickly went to check that my clothes and make-up were in line before going, noting how long my legs seemed in the bathroom mirror. God, will I ever get used to this body?

The pub was surprisingly full for a Sunday evening, and we had difficulty finding ourselves a table. Henry then went to fetch us all drinks, coming back with two beers and something that looked like a red cocktail for me.

"What the hell?" I asked him, "Why can't I just have some normal lager?"

"Because you're a girl and you should be drinking something girly."

"Oh very funny," I said, "Girls drink lager too anyway."

"Yea, right."

I looked down at the drink with apprehension, ignoring Mike who was staring at me with an exalted look on his face.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Sangria."

I took an experimental sip. It tasted pretty good, a bit like sweet red wine. I took another, only to look up and see Henry and Mike exchanging glances, huge grins plastered on their faces and holding their pints with a definite 'lad attitude' about them. I sighed, and looked over at the bar. There, I saw a row of blokes talking low in a very absorbed manner. I noticed one of them look around and take a quick peak at me before turning back to his pint.




A Diary for Two Ch. 09



I felt myself slowly going red as I started suspecting that they were now talking about me. I tried to ignore them, but they were becoming less and less discrete as they looked back at me more and more frequently, until even Mike took notice.

"Seems like you're attracting some attention." He remarked.

"Shut up."

I was starting to get annoyed at them, so I concentrated on my drink and gulped half of it down. Henry and Mike were staring at me now, but I ignored them as I finished my drink quickly and told them I wanted to leave. Henry shrugged and downed his pint in one, but Mike took a little more time. As he tried to swallow it in steps, Henry glanced at the bar, then at me.

"You do know that you'll need to get used to some degree of that. Male attention is part of a girls' life, especially a pretty one."

I shrugged dismissively. He was right, but I wasn't ready to take so much attention quite yet. I waited for Michael to finish, and we made off. One of the guys called out to me as we exited though, telling me drunkenly that I'd do better off to ditch those two losers and join his group, or something of the sort (he was slurring pretty badly).

"So bloody typical!" I grumbled as we walked off, "I can't even take some down time in the pub without idiots like that bothering me."

"Oh come on! It wasn't that bad." Said Michael in a soothing voice.

"Yea," added Henry, putting his arm around my shoulders and pulling me in against him, "And you know we're here to protect you if ever they start becoming too clingy."

"As if I needed protection..." I muttered, uncomfortably aware that the forearm wrapped around me was thicker than either my neck or thigh.

We got home safely and sat down in front of the television to watch Hannibal streamed from my laptop. Mike wasn't quite up to date with the episode we were watching, but could still follow most of what was going on. We ended up going to bed a little early though, in preparation for our week of lectures starting the next morning.

October 27, 2014

Wake up this morning was easier than usual, and I went to have a warm shower so as to better dry my hair before turning back to Elise for the day. As a precaution though, I didn't change back until I'd had breakfast and was safely back in my room. That way, I could wait till Beth left for her lectures before I came out as Elise.

Once she'd left, I quickly finished applying my make-up and packing my bag to go. Neither Henry or Mike had waited for me this time though, so I made my way to campus on my own and immediately found Thomas in my first lecture. 

He seemed a little worried about my disappearance during the lab last Friday, but I told him that I'd actually mostly finished the experiment the previous week and went home early after only an hour of taking notes in one of the separate cubicles for the fume cupboards. He seemed to accept my excuse rather easily, and told me he'd missed me during the weekend.

I felt a little heat rise to my cheeks at that, and put my hand on his arm appreciatively.

"You're too cute." I told him, pecking him on the cheek.

"I can't help it, you're just too pretty." He answered, taking my hand in his, "Especially with your hair like that." He gently lifted one of my thick braids up as if for inspection.

"Stop, the lecture's starting!" I whispered back.

The lecture was all right this time, with some interesting points about thermodynamics, but I was actually just looking forward to spending some more time alone with Thomas. God, I thought to myself, when did I become this girly? It didn't really matter though, as I couldn't say I minded that much.

When the lunch break finally arrived, I got Thomas to come and buy lunch in the local shop. I bought sushi and he got some sandwiches, and we went to sit down on a bench in the grounds of the campus. It felt nice having lunch as I leaned up against him, and we chatted light-heartedly our weekends. 

"Hey, how about we go out this coming weekend?" He asked me when the conversation reached a slight lull. 

"Alright... Where do you want to go?"

"Leave that to me." He said. It sounded a little ominous, but I decided to trust him on that one.

"Want some of my sushi?" I asked him.

He seemed a little hesitant, and I understood that he'd never tried any before, so I tried persuading him gently. He finally accepted and took a slice of futomaki. Unfortunately, he seemed to like it a little too much, and I soon found myself giving him half of my lunch. I didn't really mind though, as my appetite was definitely far lesser than that of Erik. 

"So..." I said, having run out of sushi and things to say, "How is it that you have a housemate who owns a Porsche?" 

"Well..." he answered, going a little red at the memory of last Wednesday, "I don't really know. You'll have to ask Isa."

"Wait, so you're saying that you borrowed the car from Isabelle?"

"Yup."

"I'd never imagined her owning a car like that!" I thought allowed, giggling at the idea. "So, what else were you borrowing from her? The suit? The charm?"

"Nope, the charm's all mine" He said, turning to me and kissing me softly on the lips.

This took me aback a little, but I let him kiss me, smelling the scent upon his skin as I felt his mouth upon mine. It was amazing how he could just make me feel so good and yet so fragile, carrying me up into the clouds only so as to hold me tight against him. He eventually broke the kiss, and I rested my head on his shoulder smelling his neck as if hoping for another one.

He surprised me again at that point, as he suddenly laid one arm around me and one beneath my knees so as to lift me up and settle me onto his lap, where he held me. I found myself giggling like a little girl with both surprise and exhilaration, before snuggling up against his chest and wrapping my arms around him. I was surprised at how hard and muscular his torso felt beneath my touch, and I was glad to share some of his warmth with him.

All too soon however, it was time to go to our afternoon lecture, and he tried to lift me up and onto the ground. I stood up, but refused to release him as I did so, keeping my arms wrapped around his neck and my body stuck to his, giggling as I did so. Some part of my brain was telling me that my breasts were being pushed against him, and some other part of me was asking me what the hell I was doing, acting so girlishly, but I ignored those parts. This just felt so right.

His hands were on either side of my waist now, holding me gently as he spoke.

"We need to get going you know." He stated.

I held on for a few moments longer before nodding. Reluctantly, I let him go, and we made our way to our next lecture hand in hand.

The afternoon went by slowly, but I felt comforted to have Thomas by my side. He'd tease me and hold me, and I let him, knowing that deep down, I didn't just like him, I trusted him. I knew that he'd respect me, and would make me feel good about myself. I liked it when touched me, when he held me, when he rested his hand on my knee, as it felt so right, and so sensual. I liked his scent, the firmness of his body, the color of his eyes, and his smile. Oh his smile... It made me feel like melting when I saw it.

I don't know how complete my notes were when we finally left our last lecture, but I didn't mind. We took the bus home that evening, and he accompanied me home, kissing me again before he left and leaving me feeling a little shaky, a little horny, but most of all, happy.

I arrived home to find that everyone had gone to his or her room, so I went to mine and dropped my bag to the floor. I then locked the door behind me and sat on my bed, dreamily picturing Thomas's smile before me, his kind eyes, his firm chest. As if in a trance, I pulled my top off, followed by my skirt, and I lay down on my bed. I could feel a slight buzz throughout my body as I lay there, in my bra and panties, feeling my chest move up and down with my breathing.

It felt like the buzz was radiating outwards from my groin, and I touched it gently through my small panties, breathing in suddenly at how sensitive it felt. I traced my finger up and down where I knew my lips were, feeling a very slight jolt every time I reached the top. I started pressing down a little harder now as I rubbed, feeling my entire body vibrate as my breathing became faster. My other hand started roaming my body, caressing my skin as I could feel all of my nerves firing off stronger sensations then they usually did.

I started feeling warmer and warmer as the vibrations through my body intensified with an increasing sense of urgency. I carefully slipped my right hand beneath my panties, feeling the soft, satin-like skin of my lips against my fingers as I caressed it gently. The small bud at the top was crying for attention and I teased it with my index finger, feeling waves of pleasure starting to crash through my body.

My left hand was now cupping my breasts one by one, massaging them, holding them through my bra as I felt myself becoming wetter down there, moistening my fingers as they explored my orifice. My breathing was ragged now, and I shut my eyes tight, imagining Thomas before me, holding me, kissing me...

My whole body was on fire now, shaking, vibrating as if convulsing under the strain of the pleasure surging through my nervous system. I could feel my fingers prodding me, opening me up, playing with my sex and making me nearly lose control as my left hand shakily attempted to remove my bra to better access my breasts, holding them and pinching the nipples lightly.

I kicked my panties off, feeling on the verge of screaming as my body convulsed against my fingers as they worked their way into me, making me go insane if want, with need, with... Lust. I bit my lower lip hard, trying not to make a sound as my body erupted in an orgasm unlike any I'd had before, surging through me as all of my muscles clenched and unclenched simultaneously.

I was panting now, as if I'd just ran a hundred meter race, as I felt my body, still hot, still shaky, require more. I went back to teasing myself and was soon having my second climax, followed by a third.

As I felt the explosion of my third orgasm die down, I pulled my hand out of my panties and just lay there, feeling exhausted. My panties were wet, and so were my fingers, but I couldn't find the energy to get up or change. Instead, I slowly and carefully sucked my fingers clean, despite feeling excessively weird and perverted, tasting myself and... I heard someone knock on my door.

"Hey! Elise? It's Mike. Want to come and watch Hannibal with us."

"Give me a second!" I answered in a shaky voice, trying to sound confident despite feeling flushed and slightly panicked.

I got up quickly and put my clothes back on in a hurry, only to realize that my braids were a mess. I quickly undid them, letting my hair fall free as I washed my hands and left my room, feeling all sweaty and uncomfortable in my humid underwear.

The other two didn't seem to notice my complexion as I came in though, as they had already started watching an episode. Trying to keep myself from shaking, I took a seat on the longer sofa next to Mike, curling my legs up underneath me in the process.

The next forty minutes felt exceedingly uncomfortable as I could feel how wet my panties were and was horrified at the thought that the boys might notice something, whether it be my shaky limbs, pale complexion or awkward position. When the credits finally started rolling, I told them I needed to go to bed and quickly made my way to my room, locking myself in with an empty stomach...