6 comments/ 37665 views/ 13 favorites The All New Chris By: Spam_Happy This is my first time writing a story. Comments are very welcome, but please go easy on me. * * * "I'm sorry Chris, I'm a lesbian." Those words had turned Chris's stomach inside out and made his heart sink like a stone. He had tried to bury them at the back of his mind, but they kept coming back hurting him more than anything in his life had ever hurt him before. Chris had always been solitary. At school he'd had few friends and mostly preferred to keep to himself. Girls had been a total mystery. He was a late developer anyway and didn't see the attraction that was so obvious to all the other boys his age. He never had a girlfriend at school, and even after he started to take an interest he was too shy to do anything about it. He was hardly a social animal, so dating wasn't important. None of this really changed when he started at University, everything was all so new and intimidating, Chris wasn't sure where to begin. Sally was different. For a start she had just come up and spoken to him. He had been sitting on his own in the Student common room, and this stunningly gorgeous girl had just come up and asked him if the seat next to him was taken. Sally had short blonde hair, and a slim figure, although she could hardly be called scrawny. And she had made everything so easy. She was studying History like Chris and had lead the conversation completely, putting him totally at ease, sharing her fears and hopes about the University experience. Before long Chris found himself telling her everything about himself, about his personal anxieties that he wouldn't fit in, that he would let his family down and she had just responded. Before long they had arranged some study sessions together and the relationship just flowed from there. Sally had recommended books, they had been to lectures together. Soon they started socialising, Sally introduced Chris to her friends; they even went to a few parties. Chris was never comfortable in these sort of environments, so Sally hadn't pushed it. They would meet for coffee and chat, they had similar taste in music and movies. Quite unexpectedly, Chris found strange feeling stirring that he had never really experienced and had certainly never expected. At first he thought it was merely a crush. Obviously Sally was attractive, actually stunning, and they clearly had a lot in common. Over time, as he thought about her, obsessed over her, fantasised about her, wanted to know everything about her, and for her to know everything about him, as his happiness became completely tied in to her, what she was feeling and how she responded to him, he realised that it was much more than a crush. He was in love, for the first time in in his life, completely and utterly infatuated. Even with Chris's shy temprement there was no way he could not act on this realisation. After days of playing it backwards and forwards in his head, rehearsing it over and over he finally plucked up the courage to tell Sally how he felt. He met up with her alone at a quiet corner in the student bar and poured out his heart and soul to her confessing everything about what he felt. In a way, he was more intimate with her than he had been with anyone else in his life. And then she told him she was a lesbian. Sally wasn't cruel or heartless, which somehow made it so much more painful. She seemed so scared and uncertain about how to react, and then she just told him. She even apologised for not making it clear earlier. Chris just felt so stupid; how could he have not seen the signs? Were there signs? Would he have even known what to look for? He couldn't say anything to her, he just collapsed in on himself. He left with out a word and just ran back to his room trying to force back his tears. Afterwards was even worse. It wasn't just the rejection, Chris had lost his best friend. There was no way their relationship could carry on as before. What was worse was that he had just ran off without talking to her. Goodness knows what Sally had thought, had he rejected her as forcefully as she rejected him? Did she think he was some sort of homophobic bigot? That would have been unbearable, that she was thinking something so horrible about him some where. Days and weeks passed and Chris was no better. He cut himself off from everyone and everything, trying to bury his feelings in a deep place inside himself. His studies were slipping, he doubted that he would be able to pass his exams, not that he cared. Sally's rejection had left a wound far too deep to ever heal. And that was why he now found himself at the front door of a student house whose address was written on a torn sheet of paper, his last most desperate hope. Nervously Chris rang the doorbell. A women in a brown T-Shirt and a long skirt answered. "Um... Holly?" Chris stammered. "Upstairs," came the reply and the women gestured to the end of the hallway. She was obviously used to these sort of requests. Chris cautiously made his way up the stairs to a room with a light green door marked with a nameplate that read "Holly Shaw." Chris knocked on the door, but it was off the latch and slowly opened with a threatening creak. "Come in", came a clear voice with a slightly rural edge. Chris did so, the room was lit softly by the light of candles and he could smell incense. It was decorated with a variety of nick- nacks and souvenirs, including a collection of beanie babies and troll dolls. Somehow, this had not been what Chris had expected. Holly had her back to him and was wearing jeans and a baggy T-Shirt, faded red. She was in the process of feeding a large Alsation dog, strictly against the rules in University owned accommodation. "Good girl Fiona," Holly said warmly to the dog. Chris thought this a somewhat unusual name for a dog, but gave it no further thought. Holly turned to face him, she was short, curvy with mousey brown hair that seemed to go everywhere. "Hello," she said, "what can I do for you?" She didn't seem in the least bit surprised to see him. "Its.. um... well, My name's Chris and er... I've heard people talking, you know.. around campus," Chris stammered. "Come on Chris, spit it out. I promise not to bite," Holly flashed him a lopsided smile. "There's a rumour going around that you're a witch," Chris finally blurted out. Holly's expression didn't change. "You shouldn't believe everything you hear," Holly replied calmly. Chris felt like an idiot. Of course the whole thing was ridiculous. In his desperation he had let himself believe something completely absurd and had only made himself look even more foolish. He turned to leave his eyes fixed on his feet. "Of course you can believe some things," Holly retorted. Chris spun around awestruck. Was she saying the rumours were true? "What did you hear about?" Holly continued, "was it that business with the guys in the bar, or the lecturer with his head stuck up his arse, literally now." "No," Chris replied, even more unsure of himself, "I heard something about a rude waiter and having to crawl around on his knees." "Yeah that was a good one," Holly smiled. "Look Chris, if you here to pledge your soul to the dark one, or worship me as a goddess you can forget it. And don't think I'm into naked dances in the moonlight either." "I'm not... I don't," Chris protested. "Good. All that stuff's just a load of bollocks anyway. I suppose you were expecting a bunch of old books, runes and stuffed animals?" "Sort of," Chris admitted, sheepishly. "Yeah, well not a bunch of troll dolls anyway. Look Chris, Magic isn't about any of that flashy stuff, its more about intent and will. All the showy stuff works fine for some people because they believe in it, but it wont work for anyone who doesn't truly believe it, deep within themselves, no matter how big their candles are. Now what was it that you wanted?" "There's this girl.." Chris began. "Let me stop you there," Holly cut him off abruptly. "If she isn't interested in you there's nothing I can do. I can't change people's emotions, only their physical states. I could make her really horny and fill her up with lust for you, that's mostly physical anyway, but I'm not into that. It's tantamount to rape. Anyway, if you really love her you wouldn't want that anyway. She'd be done with you in a day." "It's not that," Chris protested."It isn't that she isn't interested. Well she isn't, but I love her, I know I do, more than anyone I've ever loved before. And she's a lesbian, so I'm not even on her radar. I mean, I can live with that, but I think I've ruined everything and I can't loose her as a friend as well." "You're a sweet guy Chris," Holly flashed him the lopsided smile again. "I can't change her sexuality, but I might be able to do something for you. If you really love her." Holly turned and reached up to a shelf behind her and pulled down a small bottle of a pale blue-green liquid. She handed it to Chris. "Drink this at midnight tonight," she instructed. "Don't worry about getting the time exactly right, remember what I said about intent? As long as you think it's midnight it'll be fine. Oh and you had better take this." She handed him a second bottle of red liquid, "all purpose antidote, just in case. But phone me before you take it. Here's my mobile number, only call in an emergency. And good luck." Chris mumbled a "thank you" and turned to leave. His stomach was doing somersaults and his heart was racing. He could hardly think straight, but for the first time in weeks he was feeling a faint glimmer of hope. Later that night Chris sat on the end of his bed gripping the bottle tightly in his closed fist. On sober reflection the whole thing seemed faintly ridiculous now. Holly had offered him hope, but he really had no reason to trust or believe in anything she said. Really, it was ridiculous. All he to go on were a few silly rumours about black magic on campus, and a spaced out girl who clearly believed all this rubbish. But the thought kept nagging him, "what have I got to loose?" He already utterly miserable. The situation was irrational, but what had rationality got him? If he remained open minded and gave Holly's solution a go the worst that could possibly happen was nothing at all. Perhaps this was the point of Holly's speech about intent and will. Maybe all this magic stuff was just a psychological trick to snap him out of his current funk. The bottle was nothing more than a prop. Looking at things that way, Chris concluded, he might as well believe in it, or at least act as though he did which amounted to the same thing. The minutes ticked away as midnight approached. Chris found himself feeling unaccountably nervous. After all, all he was planning to do was drink a bottle of coloured water, which is what he suspected he had been given. Maybe the problem was that he had invested so much of himself in the outcome. Chris realised he was over-analysing the situation in order to beat down his stress, and that midnight was fast approaching. He uncapped the bottle, held it up to his lips and swallowed the lot as his watch alarm beat out a tinny dirge. The liquid was more or less flavourless, but felt slightly warm going down. Chris coughed slightly and swallowed again. His throat was slightly agitated so he drank a glass of water. Other than this the liquid had produced no discernible effect. Chris reasoned that there was no reason to suspect an immediate reaction, but in reality he was now sure that the whole thing really was just a sham. Feeling disappointed, but somehow resigned Chris got into bed and drifted off to sleep. He woke up with a start. His radio alarm clock showed the time to be just after two o'clock. But Chris was hardly in a position to notice the time. Stabbing up through his boxer shorts was the biggest erection he had ever had in his life. His penis shot up ramrod straight red and throbbing. It was so stiff it was actually painful. Chris grabbed his penis with both hands and frantically rubbed at it half masturbating and half trying to force it back down. Images of Sally flooded his semi-concious mind. He had always tried not to fantasise about her in a sexual way, she meant too much to him to treat her as just a tawdry sex object, but now he couldn't stop himself. He imagined her naked body spread out before him. He thought about taking her nipples in his mouth and nibbling them, licking her all over, burying his face in her damp pussy. All the time he gripped his penis more and more firmly. After what seemed like an eternity Chris came, ejaculating forcefully all over his bed sheets and himself. He cried out in ecstasy and relief as he ejaculated forcefully again and again, it felt as though he was forcing every part of himself out through his penis, as if his very soul was being released. Finally he collapsed with exhaustion back onto his bed, his penis and balls numb with the effort. Chris slept late, his nigh time activities had left him utterly exhausted. He woke the next morning feeling groggy and spaced out. He found it nearly impossible to focus and he felt as though he wasn't entirely at home in his own body. He staggered to the bathroom with some difficulty, he felt wrong as though his centre of gravity had shifted. He ran the cold taps and wet his hands before lifting them to his face. He rubbed his eyes blearily and tried to focus on his reflection. For a few seconds he couldn't take in what he saw and then his head snapped together all at once. The reflection in the mirror wasn't his, it wasn't him. The reflection had a narrow waste, wide hips and a soft hairless face. The reflection had breasts. Chris gave a high pitched scream and then ran back to his, or rather her, room. Panicking, Chris reached for her mobile phone and scrambled around frantically for the scrap of paper with Holly's phone number. She miss-dialled three times before she got the number. The phone rang and then a slightly sleepy voice answered. "Hello?" "Holly, its Chris," he blurted out, not sure what to say. "Hey Chris," Holly beamed, "so you took my potion." "What in the hell have you done to me?" Chris screeched down the phone. "I've helped you," Holly replied in a calm, measured tone. "I told you I couldn't change your true love's sexuality, but I can make it so that you're on her radar. You told me you truly loved her, isn't she worth this?" "No! Yes? I don't know," Chris stammered, "Holly I'm a man. What the hell is everyone going to say. What am I going to tell my parents." "Oh don't worry about that," Holly replied dismissively, "my spells are good enough to solve a little problem like that. I didn't just change your body, I changed your life, as far as the rest of the world's concerned you've always been a woman. I didn't even have to change your name." "How could you possibly do that?" Chris demanded, "You couldn't change the memories of everyone I've ever met." "It doesn't work that way. It's like throwing a stone in a pond and watching the ripples. I make a big enough change to you and the world changes around it. You'd be surprised at just how easy it is in practice." "I can't stay a woman, I couldn't cope," Chris pleaded, getting back to the point, "can I just take the antidote." "Yes Chris the antidote will work," Holly sighed, "but you'll have to take it at midnight. At least give it a day, find your true love, see what she thinks about the new you. You've really got nothing to loose." Chris hung up. The initially rush of panic was starting to wear off. Seen rationally she supposed that Holly was right and she had, technically, given her what she'd asked for. This was weird she reflected, she was already thinking of herself as she. Turning to look in the mirror she examined her new female face properly for the first time. All things considered Holly had done a pretty good job. Okay, she couldn't call herself beautiful, but she was certainly attractive. As a man Chris would have happily chatted up his female self in bar, if he'd ever had the nerve, or if chatting up women was the sort of thing he would ever do. Glancing furtively from side to side Chris slipped her top over her head and took a first look at her new breasts. They were perfect. Large, but certainly not ridiculous, firm, round and not a hint of sagging. She reached out and tweaked a nipple, giving a slight gasp as she did so. They were surprisingly sensitive, more so than her male nipples had been. Chris reached down and tugged at her boxer shorts before slipping them off under her feet and taking a proper look at herself in the mirror. Her pussy was marked by a neat triangle of dark public hair, obviously his female self kept that area nice and need. Tentatively she reached out a finger between her legs, parted her labia and slipped inside. She gave a gasp as her fingers entered, this was completely different than anything else she had felt before. For a few seconds she rubbed gently at the area towards the top of her pussy delighting in the new sensations. All at once Chris snapped back to the present. What was she doing? Was she actually getting turned on by the sight of her own body, narcissism in the most literal sense of the term? Certainly her sexuality hadn't changed along with her body, if she was attracted to her female self. Well she certainly couldn't spend all day masturbating in her room. If she was going to follow Holly's advice she would have to get out and about. Easier said than done of course. Chris was uncomfortable enough socialising without having to cope with a whole new body. But then he reflected, it wasn't as if people would know it was Chris, or at least not the same Chris. Besides, she wasn't an ungainly geek boy any more, she was a semi-beautiful woman. Chris rummaged through her wardrobe for some suitable clothes. Bra and panties were easy, she picked out something comfortable, but not completely boring in white. She slipped on a relatively plain, if tight top and a pair of easy fitting jeans. She didn't think that she wasn't ready to try skirts just yet. Examining the contents of her wardrobe, she noticed that her female self was a far better dresser than her male self, with a wider selection of outfits, although that was hardly saying much. As a man his wardrobe had contained nothing but jeans and a variety of T-shirts. As a woman she owned a variety of skirts, dresses and different tops, although she still retained her jeans. Chris also found her female hair easier to manage. It was still quite short, although oddly shorter for a woman than it had been for a man, but fell into a neat bob instead of the scruffy mess that had defeated any comb Chris had tried to run through it. Chris reflected on her new look in the mirror. Superficially, it was very similar to the sort of clothes she had worn as a man, but the way they hung on his female body and the way she carried herself made all the difference. Having breasts and proper hips forced her to walk and stand in a new way which seemed, somehow more flattering. Chris felt oddly more self-confident, probably because it was easier to view this new body objectively and she could see how attractive it was. This new found self-assurance showed clearly in her body language, and this served to make her seem even more attractive. Feeling more confident than she had ever felt in her life, Chris left her room to see what the world had to offer her new self. It was a warm day and Chris walked breezily across the campus, her head held unusually high. She had it in mind to head for the library and pick up some books she needed for a badly neglected essay she should have been working on when she had been moping about Sally. It was a bit early too try anything more daring, she thought, and she certainly didn't want to bump into Sally yet. The All New Chris Chris walked with a new found confidence that came from her new sense of identity. She was literally a different person and that knowledge, combined with the fact that she was knew her new self was physically attractive, left her feeling less intimidated by the world around her. What was really surprising was how the world around seemed to be responding to the new Chris. People who would never have noticed her as a man waved and offered cheery greetings of "Hi Chris," as she walked by. By the time she reached the library five different people whose names she could barely remember had asked her how she was doing. It was hard to tell if this new interest in her came from her being more obviously attractive than she had been before, or if it was her greater sense of confidence that made her stand out and that she had always had the ability to make her self noticed, even as a man. She seemed to be getting as much attention from women as men, so it couldn't just have been the effect of her breasts. Chris reflected that as a man she had no idea how anyone else really saw her, if they had seen her at all. The male Chris had hidden away from the rest of the world and tried not to be noticed. He had always been afraid of making himself look stupid by committing an horrendous social faux-pas or by saying something tactless or insensitive. The female Chris had already learned the lesson that the key to being right is self-confidence. If you do something without fear it will be right. It was a curious and liberating sensation to feel so much more at ease with herself. Chris was shocked to realise that she actually felt comfortable, even happy as a women. Arriving at the library Chris made her way to the French history section looking for books on pre-revolutionary France. Digging through her reading list she quickly found that her top five books had already been taken out, the consequence of leaving the essay so late. Absorbed in the search for any book that might be useful Chris failed to realise that she was no longer alone in the aisle. Reaching up to get at a higher shelf Chris accidentally bumped into the student who had joined him by the shelf. She blurted out a quick "sorry" and then turned to find Sally standing next to her. Chris was horrified, she hadn't been ready to see Sally, she needed time to build up her courage. She couldn't risk blowing her one possible chance. This was absolutely the last thing she had wanted to happen. Chris just stared for a couple of second not knowing what to say. Sally obviously picked up on her discomfort. "Oh, hi Chris," she said tentatively, "haven't seen you around lately." "Um.. no, I've been busy," Chris mumbled, holding up her book by way of explanation. "Yeah, I know what you mean," Sally looked sheepishly at the floor. There was an uncomfortable silence. This was all so strange. Chris was used to being uncomfortable talking to people, but Sally was always so bright and outgoing. She could always draw Chris out of himself. Seeing so at a loss for words was disconcerting and disheartening. He must really have hurt their relationship, even as a woman. "Anyway," Sally said, breaking the silence, "I should get back to it." Chris was about to let her go when she had a sudden change of heart. This would be her only chance to talk to Sally as a woman, and she had nothing to loose at the end of the day everything would be back to normal. She suddenly felt an uncharacteristic surge of recklessness. "This is stupid Sally," she blurted out, "we're friends we should go have a coffee and talk like we used to."' "Really?" Sally asked, sounding suddenly more cheerful, even eager, "yeah great, we should, if you can spare the time." "Sure" replied Chris, smiling warmly. The two of them made their way to the campus coffee bar. Conversation was tentative at first, Chris talked about classes and lectures just to break the ice, but it soon drifted to more personal subjects. They chatted about mutual friends, Sally's friends Mike and Joanne had started going out after a long period of 'will they wont they.' It had been obvious to all their friends, even Chris, that they were into one another, but neither of them had spotted the obvious signs. Chris was pleased they had finally got their act together, it was nice that at least one couple were happy. At the coffee bar Chris bought them each a latte and they carried on talking. The atmosphere had relaxed considerably and they were now backing to talking about all their usual subjects: the lack of decent movies being made these days, their shared, eclectic taste in music, whether Sally would finally pluck up the courage to audition for a part in the new play the University dramatics society was putting on this term. Chris felt so relieved, it seemed that all he'd needed to do was talk to Sally. She obviously hadn't wanted to loose their friendship and was just waiting for Chris to make the first move. Only one thing was still bothering Chris. All through their conversation Sally seemed to be avoiding eye contact. This was very unusual for Sally who usually locked her big brown eyes on whomever she was talking to giving them her undivided attention. Her body language had changed as well. Sally had always been a very tactile person, holding hands or touching Chris' arm. In fact it had been this attention that had lead him to hope that their might have been some spark of attraction between them. Now Sally kept avoiding his gaze and kept her hands determinedly to herself. Chris consoled her self by thinking that Sally probably still didn't feel quite comfortable with him yet and that she would relax over time. After three cups of coffee Sally told Chris that she really did have work to do. Chris was disappointed but then Sally asked her to come to a party to celebrate her friend Nicola's birthday that evening. As a man Chris had periodically been dragged along to parties by Sally and had always felt uncomfortable despite doing his best for her benefit. However, now Chris felt strangely enthusiastic about the idea. She actually felt like letting her hair down and testing out her new self with a group of friends. The fact that Sally clearly still wanted to see her was heartening as well. Chris enthusiastically agreed and promised to meet up with Sally later. That evening Chris did her very best to make her self look good for the party. She found a particularly nice black dress, not too formal or too tarty and matched with a loose sweater in purple. She took some time over her hair and made the best use she could of the make-up she now found in her room. Holly's potion had certainly done a thorough job. She wondered to herself if her taste in clothes had improved with her change in gender of she was just kidding herself. Either way she felt more confident and comfortable going to this party than she ever had as a man. Chris met up with Sally in the corridor outside Nicola's room; the party had already overspilled into the corridor. Sally was dressed fairly casually in a good pair of jeans and a plain top. It was ironic that of the two Chris was clearly the more dressed up. They exchanged pleasantries before heading inside. The party was a revelation for Chris. She was suddenly the centre of attention, and oddly didn't feel at all uncomfortable. People kept saying hello and asking how she was, and she found she had no trouble chatting comfortably. On the few occasions when she had been dragged to a party as a man she had hidden away in the corner trying not to be noticed, and only talking to Sally. At this party it was over half an hour before Chris noticed that Sally was nowhere around. Concerned that Sally might be feeling neglected Chris hunted around for her and found her talking to Nicola. She was about to go over and join them when she ambushed by Kathy, another mutual friend of hers and Sally's, who Chris knew was into girls. Kathy had clearly had a couple of drinks and asked Chris to dance. Surprisingly, Chris found herself accepting, having drunk more than her usual amount herself. The two of them made quite an impact. Whether her female self was a better dancer or if it was just the effects of the drinks, Chris wasn't sure. She did know that Kathy was all over her. It was a whole new experience for Chris, being the object of someone else's desire, particularly Kathy, whose aggressive confidence had always intimidated her. But now Chris was rising to meet her. The two were dancing close to one another when Kathy leaned over and kissed Chris full on the lips. Far from breaking the kiss, Chris leaned into it and responded in kind. Kathy's lips were warm, sweet and tasted faintly of alcohol. Chris felt a rush of excitement. Their lips parted and Chris found herself smiling broadly. The smile drained from her face when she saw Sally watching them from the sidelines. She looked horrified and pushed past several people to get out of the room. Chris forgot all about Kathy and followed. "Sally... Sally, wait," she called out as she followed her out into the corridor. "Chris, it's fine," Sally replied not turning around, "I just didn't know you were interested in Kathy." "Sally wait," Chris said firmly catching up with her. She caught Sally by the shoulders and span her around. "I'm not into Kathy, not really. I just got caught up in the whole thing." Sally was still not making eye contact with Chris and had her eyes fixed on the ground. Finally Chris realised why. Sally was nervous of talking to her. This was a whole new experience, seeing Sally as the insecure one. Chris was so used to Sally being the strong one that she had never considered for a moment that Sally might have felt unsure of herself around the female Chris. The dynamic of their relationship had been thrown off completely. "Sally look at me, its okay," she said warmly. Sally tentatively raised her eyes to meet Chris's, and Chris could see tears forming. "I'm so sorry," Sally said quietly. "I've got no right at all to be angry or jealous. When you told me you loved me and I didn't say anything I was just scared. You were so confident and sure of yourself and I'm just so not. I've been into you since I first saw you in the student bar, but I didn't know what to say to you, I didn't know if you were a lesbian and I was trying to work up the courage to ask. And then you knocked me for six and I panicked. I'm so sorry, it was a horrible thing to do." Finally it all became clear to Chris. Reality had changed, and so had Sally's memories. Holly's potion couldn't make it so that Chris hadn't told Sally he loved her, or changed her response, so Sally's mind was coming up with a new version of events. Sally wouldn't have rejected the female Chris because she was a lesbian, so she was subconsciously inventing a reason for her rejection of Chris. Chris felt terrible that she was causing Sally so much pain, but she also knew that this would be her best, possibly her only, chance to make a move with Sally. "Sally," Chris began as calmly as she good, "I love you. I've loved you for ages now. I loved you before and I still love you now. I just want you to have whatever will make you happy." Sally opened her mouth to say something, but then her face broke into a broad grin. She leaped, grabbed Chris's head and pulled her into a kiss. Chris was startled but quickly returned the kiss. Their mouths parted and the tongues met and danced together for a moment. Sally tasted sweet and fresh, slightly minty. After a second their kiss broke, and they looked into each others eyes for a moment. Then Chris leaned forward and their lips met again,. This kiss was warmer, more passionate and longer. After what seemed like an age their lips parted. "We're idiots, we should have done that ages ago," Sally grinned. Of course Chris knew that they couldn't have before, but at that moment he realised that it didn't matter. She was truly, deeply and totally in love with Sally. She didn't care about being a man or a woman, what mattered was having this chance, right here and now, with the woman she loved more than anything else in the world. Maybe it wouldn't last, but that wasn't as important as having this chance. Sally took Chris by the hand and lead her back to her room. As soon as they got inside Sally was all over her again. She ran her fingers all the way up and down her back as they kissed passionately once more. Smiling but saying nothing she stepped away, they both knew what was going to happen next. Sally gripped the bottom of her top and lifted it quickly over her head. She was wearing a plain white sports bra, nothing obviously sexy, but it seemed to fit personality perfectly, not overly showy just simply and casually beautiful. She reached behind her back and undid her bra, allowing it to fall to the floor. Her breasts weren't large, like ripe apples and her nipples stood up red against her pale skin. Walking over to Chris she took hold of the bottom of her dress and lifted it over her head before tossing it to one side. Chris was wearing black lacy underwear that perfectly displayed her curved new female form and large round breasts. They kissed again, Chris ran her hands over Sally's back, while Sally squeezed Chris's ass gently. Embracing they fell sideways onto Sally's bed. Sally disentangled herself in a fit of giggles and turning her legs to one side quickly tugged off her socks and pulled down her jeans. Her panties quickly followed. She knelt over Chris, who was still lying on her back on the bed. Sally's public hair was a light brown triangle, with just a hint of red. Chris only saw it for a moment as Sally dived forward on top of her and kissed her once again. This was all so strange for Chris, who somehow hadn't expected Sally to take the lead so firmly. It wasn't how he'd imagined, but was somehow all the better for it. Sally kissed slowly down Chris's neck and chest before reaching her left breast. She tickled Chris's nipple gently with her tongue and then sucked gently, pulling her head back so that Chris's breast rose suddenly before being released. Chris gave a slight gasp before clutching sally's head and pulling into another kiss. Chris worked her hands down Sally's back and gave her ass a quick squeeze. Sally smiled cheekily and sliding to her left started on Chris's right breast, sucking and nibbling gently. She turned onto her side and rested her right leg across Chris, who was lying on her back. Turning had exposed Sally's right breast and Chris took the opportunity to reach down and give it a squeeze before gently rubbing and stroking the nipple. This went on for some time as Sally and Chris focused on each other breasts teasing and stimulating. Suddenly, Sally released her grip on Chris and sat up. She edged down towards the end of the bed and took hold of Chris legs, one in each hand. Smiling she parted them, Chris didn't resist. Chris's pussy was dripping wet now and her clitoris red and clearly visible. Sally leaned forward and kissed her pussy lips, first gently and then more aggressively, before letting her tongue slip between the folds. This felt like nothing Chris had ever experienced before, even when she had tentatively explored himself earlier that day. Now Sally was firmly in control, Chris's body was responding to her. She gave a gasp of surprise and pleasure. "Oh God, Sally," she moaned, "that's so good, more, please more." Sally said nothing but intensified her licking. She worked her way up Chris's pussy, occasionally flicking her tongue around the outside before reaching the clitoris. She circled gently with her tongue, occasionally flicking towards the centre just touching Chris's clitoris. She carried on like this for several minutes, but for Chris it felt like forever. Every time she brought Chris to the brink or orgasm she would back off for a moment before carrying on. It was like climbing a hill and never reaching the peak, exhilarating but frustrating. Chris moans went from ecstatic to disappointed until Sally finally pushed her to a peak and Chris came. Her pussy spasmed violently and she arched her back as she experienced her first orgasm as a woman, she gave out a cry of pure pleasure and release before sinking back on to the bed breathing heavily. "Sally that was so incredible, you are so amazing," Chris gasped. "You're pretty amazing yourself," Sally grinned, "you're absolutely beautiful Chris. Your body is perfect, your hips, your breasts your pussy I love everything about you." She lay across Chris's chest and they hugged before kissing once more. Now it was Chris's turn for a cheeky grin. "Your turn," she said, and grabbing Sally tightly she flipped them over. She started to move down sally's body, before Sally grabbed. "Together," she said. Chris looked puzzled and then realised what she meant. She turned around and presented Sally with her pussy. Lying full length across her belly he reached down and parted her legs. It was strange and exciting to be able to see Sally's pussy from above, glistening from her juices and with her clitoris sticking out from between the folds. Chris lowered her head and teased around Sally's clitoris with her tongue tasting her juices as she did so. Sally, meanwhile, tilted her forward and kissed Chris' pussy, working her tongue inside Chris gasped again, and pulled back. "No don't don't stop," moaned Sally. She moved her head back and brought up her fingers opening the folds of Chris's pussy. She teased around her clitoris with her finger, before inserting a finger between her pussy lips. Chris resisted the urge to pull back and concentrated all her energy on Sally. She worked her tongue around Sally's clitoris, ignoring the finger, no fingers, working their way insistently into her. She swirled her tongue round Sally's clitoris before dabbing it ever so lightly with her tongue, it was hot to the touch. Sally gave a moan of pleasure, "Oh Chris, that's so good. I love it, more, please more."Chris intensified her efforts, but Sally was working her fingers even more diligently into Chris's pussy. Chris worked quicker, moving her tongue between Sally's folds, trying to bring her to orgasm quickly before Chris herself lost control. She was rewarded a moment later when Chris gave a gasp, and then a high-pitched squeal before her fingers tensed up. At that moment Chris came too, gushing all over Sally's hand, before collapsing in a heap in top of her. They lay like that for a few moments breathing heavily and then Chris got up and turned herself around. She lay down next to Sally and gave her a tender kiss. Sally embraced Chris and then their eyes met and locked. "I love you," said Sally smiling. "I love you too," replied Chris and the two of them drifted slowly off to sleep in each others arms. Chris woke up suddenly. Sally was still asleep, her arm resting across Chris's chest. Chris tried not to move, not wanting to disturb her. Chris looked at Sally again, her eyes moving all over her lover's face studying carefully, committing every part of it to memory. She wanted to remember it for the rest of her life. She glanced over at the wall clock and realised that it was just turning midnight. She wondered why this meant something, and then remembered Holly's antidote, lying abandoned on a shelf back in Chris's room. Chris suddenly realised that she wouldn't be needing it. She was absolutely completely content. She was happy and in love, and Sally loved her too. She couldn't possibly ask for more. She realised she was grinning like an idiot, her face lit up with euphoria. At that moment Sally stirred. "Hello beautiful," she said blearily," what are you smiling about?" "Oh nothing," Chris replied nonchalantly, and then collapsed in a fit of giggles. "You were so right Sally, we should have done this ages ago." The All New Chris After sleeping for a few hours more Chris woke up to find Sally dressing. Chris hurried to catch up with her and the two of them went out for breakfast. After breakfast the two had a long walk. They talked for some time about themselves, their lives and where they saw their relationship going. Chris, who had always believed herself to be very close to Sally, found an even greater intimacy as Sally completely opened up to her. For her part Chris gave back as much as she had been given and, by the end of the day felt closer to her than to anyone he had ever known. The two parted at lunch time, Chris really did have an essay to finish, but met up again that evening at the campus bar. Chris discovered that Sally was very keen on public displays of affection, and ended up spending much of the evening kissing. At one point Sally referred to Chris as her girlfriend, which made Chris's heart turn over in a good way. Chris was slightly worried about how Kathy would react, given there impromptu make-out session at Nicola's party, but she seemed happy and hardly surprised at this new development. It seemed that in this new reality that it was not just Sally and Chris who thought they had been stupid for not taking the plunge sooner. Chris spent most of the evening with a silly grin plastered across her face, just savouring the experience of being with Sally, and reminding herself to thank Holly when she saw her again. * * * About three months later Sally was walking her dog, Fiona, in the local park, when she encountered Chris and Sally together. The two of the were sitting by the pond, Chris had her legs stretched out reading a book out loud, while Chris lay back, resting her head across her girlfriend's knees. The two were a well know couple around campus now. They weren't as intense or passionate as some, and they certainly weren't all over one another, they were just quietly happily in love and enjoying the experience. Of course it was a university romance and might not last more than a few months, but Holly somehow suspected that this relationship might go the distance. There was none of the showiness of some couples and the two were both independently minded and clearly didn't live in each others pockets. It was this comfort with one another and themselves that suggested that this might be a more mature relationship than some. Holly considered going over to them to say high, but thought better of it. They didn't need to be disturbed, and it might make things awkward for Chris, who had clearly settled comfortably into her new identity. Explaining how Holly was could have been complicated. Smiling to herself Holly walked away. Chris noticed the short girl with the slightly mad hair walk past with her dog. She thought of calling out, but struggled to remember her name. She felt silly, as though she was forgetting something obvious and important but she couldn't recall what. Well, it could hardly be that important if she didn't even remember it. "Hey sleepy," interrupted Sally, nudging Chris gently, "wake up, we need to get that book read for next tutorial." Smiling, Chris squeezed her girlfriend's hand and returned to her book.