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Transformations Ch. 02

By: zoejoey



"Hi Gr... Oh, I'm sorry. I was expecting someone else."

"Well aren't you a cutie?"

Joey smiled coyly. The gentleman at the door smiled back and that's when Joey noticed he was carrying a holdall.

"Aren't you going to invite me in, sweetie?"

Joey looked up at him, then called over his shoulder, "Uh, Mum! There's uh, someone here to see you."

Mrs. Aames made her way down the stairs and smiled at the gentleman.

"Actually, I'm here to see you," he said.

"Oh, hi Mum," said Joey's mother, rather nonchalantly. "That was quick. Did Dad bring you?"

Mum? Gran?

"Gran?"

"Of course Joey dear, who do you think it is?"

"But, but, you're a man."

"And you're a woman."

Touche.

"Oh my God. Gran. You're a man. Is that what you look like?"

"You like? You don't think I should colour some of my grey?"

"God no. You've got the whole George Clooney look going on."

"I do, don't I?"

"I'll say!"

"Now tell me something Joey, my dear, are you going to leave your old Gran standing on the doorstep, or are you going to invite me in?"

"Um?" Joey remembered the conversation he'd had with his mother earlier that morning about Gran being a night owl and he'd wondered if she was a vampire as well. Didn't vampires need to be invited in? That rendered the occupants powerless against them.

Mrs. Aames brushed Joey aside, "Oh come on in Mum. You're letting all the cold air in."

Sat at the breakfast table a short while later, Gran couldn't get over her grandson's appearance. He was a beautiful young girl and the clothes his mother had picked out for him were simply adorable. He was feminine and sexy and innocent all at once.

Sat opposite, Joey was finding it hard to adjust to seeing his grandmother as a bit of a hunk, albeit a silver haired one.

"Now Joey," said Gran. "Are you a shy girl, or are you going to be okay with showing that beautiful body of yours off to me? I've brought some bras for you to try on. Although, they may be a little big for you. Do you know what size cup you are?"

"She's about a 36C Mum."

"SHE? Mum! You called me a she."

"Oh God. I did, didn't I? I'm sorry sweetheart, but, well, you kind of are."

"I'm your son, Mum."

"Well, true, but, right now, you're more like my daughter."

"Oh, pish posh," said Gran. "It's all semantics. Joey, you are what you are. However you feel comfortable describing yourself is fine by us. Right now, I'm a man, I'm a he, I'm a him."

She stood up from the table and did a slow twirl. Before the twirl was completed, Gran had transformed back into Gran and the clothes she had been wearing fell all loose on her. As a man, she was six foot and broad shouldered. As Gran, she was busty and five two.

"And now," her voice had softened and was pitched higher. "I'm a she, a her. Man, woman, I'm still me. I still love my beautiful daughter here and my hottie grandson!" She twitched her eyebrows. "Or should I say granddaughter?"

Joey smiled. There was something about this whole topic of conversation that was naughty in a subversive way.

"Come on, get those clothes off. I want to see what I have to work with here."

"Gran! I can't undress in front of you."

"Why ever not? I'm going to undress in front of you. We're all girls here."

"That's what I told him, Mum."

"Joey dear, has your Mum seen you naked this morning?"

Joey nodded.

"Well it's the same thing. I'm just your Mum's Mum. No different."

As she was saying all this, his grandmother was actively undressing in front of him. She stood there now in just a man's shirt and then Joey saw his Gran reach up under the shirt to pull down a pair of boxers. Unbuttoning the last few buttons, she dropped the shirt on the back of the kitchen chair and stood in all her nude 58 year old glory in front of her daughter and grandson.

"Mum's not shy, Joey. I guess you've realised that by now."

"Oh Sandy!" Gran playfully slapped her daughter's bottom, making Mum smile.

One thing Joey did notice about his grandmother, well, two things actually, her boobs were definitely bigger. And she was shaved. Hairless.

"I'm a 38E Joey dear and your Mum's only got itty bitty titties, like bee stings!"

"MUM!"

"Oh, pff!" Gran shooed Joey's mother away with her hand. "Come on, I'm not going to be the only one standing around in the buff today, am I?"

With that, Gran launched toward Joey, who backed away. "Come on Sandy dear, you grab that side, I'll grab this side. But don't rip this adorable little outfit, I want to see him in it again later."

"Gran! Mum!" The two women came at him and he squirmed to try and get away from them, but all his male strength had left him and besides, his mother knew his secret and she was using it against him. Tickling his rib cage was causing him to wriggle about uncontrollably. His Gran had her fingers on his collar and was undoing his top button.

"Okay, okay, okay!" screamed Joey. "I give. I'll undress. Please, give me a little space."

Gran and Mrs. Aames backed off and Joey was true to his word. He began to undress. When he removed his blouse, his Gran gasped and moved in to cup his breasts.

"Oh my! They really are quite something Joey. Do you like them?"

Joey looked down at his grandmothers hands cupping his breasts, then looked up into her eyes. "They are kinda nice, aren't they?"

"Oh Joey sweet, what I wouldn't give to have a pair like that."

Not prepared to be outdone, Joey's mother butted in. "What you wouldn't give? Hey, you've got boobs. Think about me, would you!"

"Oh baby. You know I think you're beautiful just as you are. Isn't your Mum beautiful Joey?"

Joey was immediate with his reply. "Incredibly Mum. You're absolutely gorgeous."

Mrs. Aames began to blush, setting off a chain reaction because Joey swiftly removed his bra and his breasts bounced out.

"Wow!" said Gran.

"Wow indeed!"

Joey continued to undress, losing his skirt next, before placing his thumbs in the waistband of his panties.

"Just whip 'em off dear. That's best!"

Taking Gran's advice, Joey pulled his Mum's knickers down his legs until they were situated around his ankles. He stepped out of them and hooked them with his toe, raising one leg to pick them off his foot.

He didn't quite know what to do with his hands, swinging them loosely in front of him.

"No need to cover yourself up dear. We've both seen you now. No more secrets eh? Just us girls here now!"

Joey glanced across at his mother. She was the only one still dressed. Gran looked at her too. Mrs. Aames took the hint.

"Oh, alright then." She loosened the belt on her robe and let it slip off her shoulders. Catching hold of the hem of her nightie, she lifted it up over her breasts and over her head until she too was naked. Three generations, naked together. Grandmother, mother, daughter. Shaved, hairy, hairy. 38E, 34A, 36C. 58, 37, 18. And two of them had been born male.

"Well Joey, I'll bet when you went to bed last night, you didn't imagine this is how you'd be spending this morning."

"Uh, you can say that again, Gran."

"So, how's the old noggin? Mixed up? Confused? Or is it all beginning to sink in yet?"

"Um. I think I'm getting used to it actually Gran. It's really not so bad, is it?"

"Joey my love, it's a gift. A precious gift."

Mrs. Aames was rifling through the holdall her mother had brought. She pulled out a black lace bra and headed across to her son. "Arms out babe."

Joey obliged and let his mother slip Gran's bra onto him. Fastening it behind, mother and grandmother both looked at Joey. It was still a bit large. Unsupportive. But it would do fine until they could take him to buy a new one.

"I have the panties to go with that in there somewhere. Could you find them please Sandy?"

"Sure Mum. Here we go. Got them."

"I can't wear those! They're see-through."

"You're right. Joey, have you given any thought to your topiary?"

"My what?"

"I think what Mum is trying to say Joey, is do you favour the natural look, or the au naturel look?"

"You mean, shave?"

"We do."

"I can't. I mean, will it carry over when I transform back? I still don't understand how I'm brown down there and blonde up top. But, I don't want to be bald down there when I change back. I think, as a woman, I like Gran's, but as a bloke, it'll just look weird."

"Sweetheart, you don't have to worry. It doesn't carry over. I know what you're saying though. As a man, you're absolutely right, it looks a little weird, like an elephant's trunk. It needs some texture, some contrast. That's why as a man I'm, oh, for heaven's sake, it's easier just to show you."

Gran's face distorted slightly, her feminine features becoming gradually more masculine. She also started to get taller and her shoulders broadened, her breasts and backside flattened out, her hips narrowed and her muscles really began to kick in. And of course the hair on her head got shorter. And then there was the thing between her legs. Her knob!

"Gran!" Joey blushed and turned his head as though trying to look away, but his eyes became firmly fixated on his grandmother's cock. And it was a hairy cock at that.

Flustered, Joey said, "Thanks Gran, I get the idea. Now please change back!"

George Clooney smiled at him and then obliged, changing back into Gran right before his eyes.

"God, how do you do that, you make it look so easy?"

"Years of practise my love. It'll come to you."

"I don't even know how to change back. I tried and nothing, nada."

"Joey, the most important thing is probably to feel relaxed. You don't want any weight on your shoulders, you just want to feel free and unburdened. Then, just picture it."

Joey tried his best to relax, standing there in Gran's bra and nothing else. He shrugged his shoulders a few times and thought of his old male self. Shutting his eyes, he breathed in deeply, then exhaled.

"Did it work?"

He saw his mother and grandmother looking back, both shaking their heads. "No dear. But don't let that bother you. It'll happen all by itself sooner or later and once you know how it feels, you'll remember that feeling and what you did and before you know it, you'll be changing back and forth just for the fun of it."

"I hope you're right. I have work on Monday."

"So! Anyway, did you decide? On a look, I mean."

"Down there? Oh, um. Yeah, I think I'm gonna give shaving a go. Is there anything I have to watch out for?"

"Not especially dear. Just go slow and be gentle, that's all. It's actually a bit more hazardous shaving around a penis than it is a vulva. But we'll help you anyway."

"Uh, no. I think that's one thing I'd prefer to do myself"

"Okay sweetie, my razor's in the cabinet."

"Mum, I have my own razor."

"Yeah, you might want to use mine. It has an aloe vera strip. It's kinder to lady parts."

"Um, okay, in the cabinet? Thanks Mum."

"And Joey sweetheart?"

"Yeah Mum?"

"Might want to take a look at your legs and armpits too."

"Okay."

Joey turned to walk up the stairs in just his bra, leaving his grandmother and mother naked in the kitchen.

"Joey," his mother called out. "I love you."

"I love you Mum. And you Grandma, I love you too."

Joey carried on up, but overheard his mother saying, "Isn't he the best?"

In the bathroom, it was Joey's first opportunity, by himself, in acceptance of his situation, to really explore. He fumbled with the clasp thingy on the back of Gran's bra, but really couldn't make it work for him. Instead, he released his boobs from the cups and pulled the straps off his shoulders. He twisted it around so the clasp was in front and finally managed to release it.

Wow, those boobs were awesome. They were exactly what he would have been attracted to as a boy. He bounced them up and down in his hands, feeling their weight, their springiness. They were so soft, all of him in fact, was softer, his skin was so supple, his elbows, his knees. But his boobs were simply divine. He traced a finger over each nipple and watched in surprise as each one immediately hardened. They were so sensitive and gently circling his areola was just so delightful it made him coo.

Lifting just his left breast in both hands, he dipped his head forward, opening his mouth and poking out his tongue. Oh God, he could actually do it. He could lick his own nipple, suck on it, trap it between his lips, nibble on it. That was incredible. It was just so spongy and slippery. It was the first breast he'd ever wrapped his teenage mouth around. He had to do the same with the other.

Breathing more heavily now, he lifted one arm to brush his hair out of his face and saw his reflection in the mirror. He did have pit hair. So he decided to take care of that first, foaming up the little tufts of brown hair under his noticeably more slender upper arms. Shaving in short strokes and rinsing the razor in the sink water. When he was done, he stepped into the bath and sat on the inside edge and lathered up his legs, shaving those too. The only thing that was left was the pussy cat.

Joey could hear the words of a Tom Jones song going around in his head. His mother was a big fan. Tom was a local boy, grew up in a village not twenty miles from here. Made it big in the world.

Pussy cat, pussy cat, you're so thrilling and I'm so willing, to care for you...

He rubbed his fingers over his mound and let his fingers find the natural passage, allowing them to glide between his labia. He looked down, but all he really could see was his hair. He took the scissors and cautiously trimmed away at his bush while pressing his thighs to the bathroom sink. Shedding much of his fleece, he lathered up.

God, that felt good. The brush. It was so lovely down there, so warm and mmm. Oh, he could get used to this. Before he knew it, he was working the badger's hair shaving brush in between his legs, exploring his new feminine curves. Dipping it in and out of the warm water, letting it dust over his soft skin, his inner thighs, even letting the lather creep inside his new opening. He could picture himself lying in the bath at some point, letting himself get willingly fucked by that thing. It just felt soooo gooood.

Taking Mum's pink razor, he gradually began to clear away the remaining stubble. The more contact he had with it, the more he felt it coming to life, opening up a little, bit by bit, blossoming. Was it his imagination? Or were his lips getting puffier? Parting all of their own accord to let his petals bloom.

He could only think, if his penis was there, by now, all the manhandling would have woken it up and it would be sticking straight out in front, just getting in the way. Silly penis, a mind of its own. So expressive, but always giving the game away. New equipment, new game. And he was going to adore learning to play.

When Joey was finally bare, he washed away excess lather and patted his pussy dry. Sitting down on the edge of the bath, his fingers once again explored his new plaything. Of course, he just had to feel inside. He pushed his fingers in, but a little way back met with some resistance. It even hurt slightly, so he backed off, focusing instead in what was around the surface.

It was just so soft down there, like nothing he'd ever experienced. He wanted to know. An orgasm. What did it feel like for a woman? He quietly turned the door handle and crept out into his room, feeling around in his jeans pocket for his smartphone, then returned to the bathroom.

He opened up his web browser, bookmarks, folders, found the right one, waited for the site to load. Looked over the new videos, selected one and started to watch. His fingers found their way between his legs once more and he started to focus his attention right around his new opening, rubbing up and down at the entrance to his vagina.

The video was two lesbians kissing and licking each other all over. There were copious amounts of flesh on display and nothing was left to the imagination. Joey rubbed and rubbed, his fingers slipping slightly inside, round and round. There was a little bit of wetness, but really not much and after five minutes and twenty-eight seconds when the video came to an end, he really wasn't anymore excited than when he'd started. As a boy, he would have blown his load before a video like that was even half over. Perhaps he was doing it wrong.

Then he heard footsteps on the stairs. "Joey? How's it going in there baby?"

"Oh, fine Mum. Just finishing up. I'll be out in a sec."

Oh well. That was enough for now, he'd try again later. He picked up Gran's bra and fastened it in front of him again, then twisted it around and lifted the straps up over his shoulders. He just had to check the goods were in their containers. All good, so he exited the bathroom and walked down the stairs. His mother and grandmother, both still naked, were waiting patiently at the bottom, staring into his smooth snatch.

"Oh, that is beautiful darling." His grandmother reached out her hand and felt the smoothness of her grandson's pussy. "Okay, on with the panties."

Joey stepped in and he had to admit, he was impressed. His grandmother had taste. He rubbed his fingers over the front of his sheer panties, feeling his freshly shaved mound beneath, recognising the contours and where his lips had their natural parting. But he could hardly feel himself up in front of Mum and Gran, who by now was holding up some stockings and smiling all over her face like she was privy to some special womanly secret.

Joey sat at the bottom of the stairs as his grandmother and mother knelt, one at each leg. He rested one foot on each of their thighs. His grandmother was first, feeling the smoothness of his freshly shaven legs, before bunching the black nylon stocking at the end of his toes, then slowly unfurling it, over his heal, up and over his ankle, his calf, over his knee, stroking the nylon smooth with her trailing hand, before running out of fabric three quarters of the way up his thigh.

"Oh my God, Gran, that feels simply sublime."

His mother's turn was next and her eyes sparkled at him the whole time she smoothly rolled the other stocking up his leg. Joey clenched his fists and bit his lower lip. He felt more sexual from that alone than he had done the whole time he had watched lesbian porn in the bathroom. Maybe he wasn't a lesbian, maybe he was straight. Would that be so awful? Being a straight woman rather than a gay one?

"I've got something for you. It was one of my favourite dresses when I was your age. I can't fit into it anymore, but I could never part with it. If it looks good on you Joey, you can have it."

Gran held up the dress. It was black and cream, with a deep V diagonal split down the front. The right sleeve and top right triangle were cream. Then the other arm, the bottom left triangle and the skirt section were black. Since the V reached a long way down the chest, when Joey put it on, his breasts really stood out. His cleavage really popped.

"Give us a twirl sweetheart."

Joey turned for them. "It feels lovely Gran. I'm just going to run upstairs and look in Mum's mirror."

He stood face on. God, he was beautiful. The dress was perfect. It was the prettiest thing ever, he didn't ever want to take it off. He turned to the side so he could look at his bottom. He let his hands trace over his soft globes. He loved it. This was turning into the best experience of his life.

As he was looking in the mirror, his mother and grandmother came in, though both now had dressed. Mrs. Aames was back in her dressing gown and Gran had brought a change of clothing with her.

"Come sit down in the window, baby."

His mother knelt in front of him and brought out a few items Joey recognised as being makeup.

"Mum? Do I have to?"

"Wouldn't you like to try sweetheart?"


Transformations Ch. 02



"I don't know. I never really wanted to, but, I guess things are different now. Just a little bit."

"Sure sweetie. Just a little foundation, you won't need much, your skin is so good. Then a little blush to bring out your cheekbones, some lip gloss to give you pouty lips. But I'm mainly going to work on your eyes, I'm going to make them really pop!"

Joey sat still for his mother as she expertly crafted her magic. When his mother handed him the mirror, he couldn't believe his eyes. He was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. He had fuck me written all over him.

"Right then, shoes are going to be the problem, you have such tiny feet, so I think we'll just stuff the ones you wore earlier with some toilet paper."

"Joey my love," his Gran spoke. "I want you to have these too." She had in her hand some jewellery. A silver necklace with an amber jewel and a pair of clip on earrings. "Come here while I help you."

A moment later, Joey looked once more in the mirror. He had spent more time looking in one today than he probably had all month. By now, his mother too, had dressed and was sitting down to put on her makeup. Joey watched intently at what his mother was doing and she kept gazing out of the corner of her eye at him, smiling every time his gaze met her own.

When the three of them were ready, they posed for a photo, Mrs. Aames setting the camera down on top of a set of drawers to use the self-timer.

Cheeeeese!

Marks and Spencer.

How he hated the place -- as a boy. As a girl, it was paradise. There were so many tactile pleasures to be had, walking around there as if for the first time, putting his hands on everything to touch and caress the materials.

Lingerie.

"Sweetie, I've explained to the lady that you need a bra fitting, so just go into the cubicle and undress and she'll be along in a minute to measure you up."

Joey looked at the lady. God, it was Jenny Thomas. He went to school with her. She was two years above him, so would be twenty now. She was a real fox in school, all the boys fancied her and she had lost none of her allure.

Joey closed the curtain behind him and slipped out of his dress. He folded it once in half and placed it on the seat. The curtain opened and in walked Jenny. She had a tape measure around her neck.

"Hi, I'm Jenny."

"I know."

"You do?"

"Oh um, yeah, I went to school with you. I was a few years further down."

"What's your name?"

"J...Zoe. Zoe Aames."

She shook her head as she tried to remember. "Nope. I remember a Joey Aames. He had a bit of a crush on me. You're not related are you?"

"He's my brother. Big brother. He's an idiot!"

"Really? I always thought he was kind of cute. I kept hoping he'd come and talk to me. But he never did."

"You think Joey's cute?"

"I did. What's he doing nowadays?"

"Oh, he's a, he works in a bar."

"Which one? Maybe I'll pop in sometime."

"The Three Feathers. It's on Bridge Street."

"I know it. So, this is your first bra fitting, yes?"

"Mm-hm."

Joey was unsure of his feelings. This girl had been the pinnacle in his mind, but seeing her, standing there in that cubicle in just his underwear, which was see-through at that, in close proximity to her, she wasn't really doing it for him anymore. If Joey with the dick had been in there, he'd be in hog heaven. Maybe Joey with the kitty wasn't into girls. He sure wasn't into those lesbians in the video.

"Okay, can you remove your bra for me please?"

Joey again struggled behind his back with the clasp.

"Would you like some help?"

"Please."

Jenny unsnapped Joey's bra and lifted it off his front, setting it down on top of his dress. "Okay, I'm just going to take a few measurements then." She held her hands to her mouth and blew hot air onto them both and gave them a quick rub. "Hands are a bit cold, this morning."

Joey smiled and Jenny wrapped the tape around his body, measuring under his bust first, around his ribcage. "Okey-dokey." She then measured around the fullest part of his boobs, chatting about his general requirements for a bra. "36C it is then. But I'll bring you in a few different sizes to try on, see which has the best fit."

"Okay."

Joey looked down at his new body. It was so strange not to see his penis. Now he couldn't even see that far down his body because his boobs were in the way. And his nipples had gone soft again and were lying almost flat to his chest. He gave one a quick tickle and it popped out again.

Then the curtain opened and Jenny walked in, four bras in hand. "Okay, the 36C first, see how the fit is on that and we'll go from there." She stepped out while Joey tried it on.

"Um, Jenny," Joey called through the curtain. "Could you give me a hand please? I'm having a little bit of trouble?"

Jenny stepped in and helped Joey to hook the bra. She felt around Joey's breasts and checked the straps.

"Mm, I'm not sure that's what we want."

"It's not?" Joey had no clue. All he knew was that this bra fit better than either of the two he had already tried on -- his mother's and his grandmother's.

"No, the underwire is pressing against your breast tissue, when it really should be pressing against bone. Would you like me to stay and help?"

"Please."

"Okay, this is a 38B. I think it will be a bit big for you, but it's important to get the band size just right. Most of the support you get from a bra comes from the band. Only a small amount of a correctly fitting bra comes from the cups or the straps. Hmn? Yeah. I can get my whole hand in under the strap at the back. That's no good. Ideally, it should be just two fingers. Let's try the 34D."

Joey just stood as his old school crush went to work on him. He watched her intently in the mirror as she felt him up, but remained strangely unbothered by sexual thoughts.

"Ah, now this is much better. The band is just right. The underwire is in a much better place. Cups?" She gave his breasts another squeeze. "Yeah, pretty good. I'll just adjust the straps a little. There we go. How does that feel?"

"That feels really nice, really comfortable. What is it? A 34D? Am I a D cup?"

"No, bra sizes can be a little all over the place. It's important not to rigidly stick to a certain size, but just use it as a guide. Eighty percent of the women are walking around wearing the wrong size bra for them anyway. It's just so important to have a fitting. And have them often. Because you know, your body changes and you have to keep up with those changes."

No shit, sister!

It turned out that the next 36C he tried on was also a good fit, so he ended up with two of each. Jenny had nipped out to hand one to his mother so she could go and pay for it and then bring it back for Joey to wear out of the store.

"Well, thanks Jenny, thanks very much."

"You're welcome Zoe. Have a nice day. And say hi to Joey for me."

"I will!"

While he had been in having his fitting, his mother and grandmother had been loading up the basket with knickers and stockings.

"Shoes sweetie. You need shoes. Just something simple for now."

Joey tried on shoes for twenty minutes and settled on just the one pair. None of them had been particularly comfortable and his grandmother said she had the same trouble with M&S shoes. They'd have to go into town next week and spend an entire day just shoe shopping.

He put his mother's shoes in the bag and wore his new ones, stumbling on his third step, into the arms of a man.

"Oops. I'm so sorry," Joey said.

"Not at all. My fault entirely," the man said.

Joey had his hands on the man's shoulders as the man held onto Joey's waist and elbow. "Are you okay?"

"I just got new shoes."

"They are very pretty. The perfect complement to the person wearing them."

Joey's heart skipped a beat.

"Malcolm! Come here. God, what's got into you?" A woman about two racks back glared at Joey.

"I was just helping her, she nearly tripped."

"Helping yourself more like. Did you cop a good feel, while you were at it? I hope so, because you won't be feeling anything else tonight, except your own hand."

Wow, she was catty. Poor guy. Such a hunk, stuck with a shrew. Joey's mother ushered her away, but she couldn't help looking over her shoulder at him as they headed towards the cafe.

A coffee and a cake and plenty of small talk about things they'd seen in store for Joey to try on. Then they set about finding him some clothes to buy. It was a never ending fashion show. Joey tried on dresses, skirts, shirts, T-shirts, blouses, jackets, jumpers, cardys, trousers, jeans, shorts. And a swimsuit.

When they left the store two hours later, they had spent nearly £500. And it was just a start.

Returning home, Mrs. Aames prepared a light lunch while Joey tried on all his clothes again, in different combinations and also mixed up some of his outfits with items from his mother's wardrobe.

"Joey sweetie, lunch is ready!" she called up the stairs.

Then Joey made his entrance. He had decided to wear a plain white blouse, with the top four buttons open, bringing his cleavage and a hint of brassiere into view. He chose also a charcoal skirt and a black waistcoat that hadn't been buttoned.

"Wow Joey, you look super, sweetheart."

"Thanks Mum. And thanks Gran, for buying me all this awesome stuff."

"My pleasure beautiful. I just love seeing you so happy."

"Oh, I am. I am so very happy. I love you both so much."

He went and gave his grandmother a kiss on her cheek and hugged her tight to his body, turning his face to give her another kiss. "I love you Gran."

Next he kissed his mother, hugging her tightly. "I love you Mum."

"Oh baby. My little girl. I so hope you'll stay like this. Stay my little girl."

"I'm thinking about it Mum. It's 60-40 at the moment. Maybe 70-30."

"Which way?"

He looked at his mother and smiled. "Girl of course! Girls are awesome. I mean, look at all these clothes. And stockings. Now that I've sampled their delights, I could never stop wearing these. Or panties. It's so much more comfortable walking around without something with a life of its own in them, you know? Well, Gran will know! I mean, I'm going to have to figure out a few things, but, it's looking good to me, being a girl."

"Oh, I'm so glad baby. I'm so glad. It's been so nice having you around the house today. It's like all my worries went away overnight. I worry about, him Joey. I don't worry about you. I'm always worried he's going to end up in some ditch, or in with a bad crowd, or on drugs, or in some kind of trouble. But you, you have your head screwed on so much better than him, my darling. And I just couldn't bear to lose you now, not after getting to know you."

Joey looked at his mother and smiled. He said just one thing. "Eighty-twenty."

An hour after lunch, the three women were at the local leisure centre. Joey was trying out his new bathing costume. Gosh, it felt so strange to be wearing it in front of other people. It really left nothing to the imagination. As a boy, his swimming trunks came down to his knees and were baggy and multicoloured so as to not betray his equipment to anybody, but as a girl, the stretchy nylon clung to his shapely breasts. He was sure that the moment they felt the cold water on them, his nipples would make their presence clear for everyone to see. There'd be no hiding them, not then. And the cut of the crotch area. It was so close. If he hadn't shaved, he'd never have been able to pull it off. Even as it stood, he had a camel toe and walking out of the ladies changing area into the pool area, with so many men and women, he was sure all eyes were on his mound. He felt practically naked.

And what about his bottom back there? It was so much bigger now. Juicy. It moved with every step, up, down, round and round. And so did his boobs. He was a jiggler. He was permanently in a state of motion with each step he took. As a boy, he was taut and hard. But as a girl, ever so soft. And there just wasn't a muscle he could clench to keep it all in check.

And the water was cold, very cold. He could feel his nipples pressing on the blue and white costume. And it brought a whole new meaning to breaststroke. He'd thought they'd be like floats keeping him aloft in the water, but really, there was a lot of drag and he felt himself sinking more. And the breaststroke kick, wide open to the side like a frog -- it was filling up his pussy with cold water, the seal had been broken. Brr, it was cold inside and just made him want to pee.

"Is it always like this Mum?"

"Is what like what, babe?"

"The water. Does it always get inside?"

His mother smiled. "Only when aroused, babe!"

"Mum! I'm not!"

She nodded. "I think you are. I saw you looking at that guy over there in the tight speedo."

"Mum! Did not!"

"Did too."

"Well, he is sexy. Isn't he?"

She nodded, biting her lip. "And hung."

"How can you tell?"

"That guy is soft. He's just got out of cold water. And it's easily six inches. If he's a grower, he's packing some serious meat."

"Mum! You never talked like this around me before."

"Well that's because this is girl talk. And before, you weren't a girl."

A short while later, the three women were back in the ladies changing room. They'd opened up their lockers to retrieve their shampoo, conditioner, shower gel and towels. Then Joey watched as his mother slipped the straps of her swimming costume off her shoulders and peeled it down her body, exposing her breasts and their pointed nipples to her son. Slipping it down to her ankles, she stood up and Joey looked at his mother's brown fur, all wet between her legs. There was a piece of string dangling from there too. Was she on her period? He hadn't caught it earlier.

He turned and saw his grandmother, already naked, her hairless pussy glistening with beads of water. Her boobs were massive, but her dark red nipples stuck out maybe an inch and were pointing down at Joey's feet.

"Come on sweetie, get your kit off, I don't know what it's like in the men's changing room, but girls always shower naked!"

Well, he couldn't argue with that. He pulled one arm out and then the other. He thought he could pull the swimsuit off his body by the crotch, sliding it down, neatly, the right way out. How wrong he was. It clung to his every curve and after a moment's giggling from his Mum and Gran, he just did what they had done and rolled it down to his ankles.

He locked his locker and headed into the shower with his towel over his shoulder and the bottle in hand.

Oh my God! He couldn't believe it. Miss Weatherly. His old form teacher from middle school. Baps out. Hairless. Oh goodness.

"Sandy!"

"Hi Alice. You remember my mother?"

"Of course. How are you?"

"Oh fine, such a beautiful day, don't you think?"

"Isn't it! And who's this?"

"Uh..." His mother didn't think fast enough.

"Zoe. I'm Zoe. This is my Aunt Sandy."

"Oh, nice to meet you Zoe. So you're um, Joey's cousin."

"That's right."

"I had Joey in my class for a few years. I was his teacher."

"Really? Oh wow! So you've got all the dirt to dish on him? Anything you could tell me to use against him?"

She smiled. "No, I liked Joey. He didn't always apply himself, but he had a good heart. And a nice ass!" She immediately raised her hand to hide the oops shape her mouth was making.

It was strange seeing his form teacher naked. But in a good way. Seeing people he knew in a different light and doing so in what effectively amounted to the most ingenious disguise, brought with it such an incredible thrill. While he may not be able to make much use of that image now, in his present 'not into girls' state, he did have that image, filed away in his head. And at some point in the future, he was going to have a dick between his legs again. And when he did, naked Miss Weatherly was going to be the unwitting star of a few carefully crafted fantasies.

Joey felt so relaxed. Standing there naked in front of all these other naked women, not a care in the world, not being ogled or objectified, just natural, normal. It was bliss. In one day, he'd accepted it. And now he didn't ever want to go back. This was the new normal, the new Joey. Or Zoe perhaps? Maybe he would change his name, even though Joey was fairly gender neutral, maybe a clean break was what he, or she, needed.

But all of a sudden, he was beginning to feel strange. Almost like moving whilst standing on the spot. Like that camera effect, where the lens zooms in as the camera pans back, distorting life around its centre of focus. His breasts, they were shrinking. But there was more. He could feel it. He knew that feeling. It was that first twitch, that awakening. Erection imminent. He turned quickly, grabbing his towel. He scurried back to his locker, pulling all his clothes out at once and made his way into one of the cubicles, where shy women got changed on their own, away from the communal area.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God." He was back. Joey. Proper Joey. He was back and he was sat in the dark cubicle, his big man feet on the hard tile floor. His boobs gone, his big hands back, his beautiful hair gone. And through the crack in the door, he could still see Miss Weatherly chatting to his mother.

His dick in his hand, he rubbed. God, she was beautiful. Maybe a couple years younger than his Mum, not a lot, just a few. But she had boobs that were -- as nice as his own. Oh God. He rubbed, beating off fiercely in the women's locker room to the actual image of his naked school teacher. Added to the nonstarter event of that morning, after he had shaved, he had some pent up sex that wanted out. And out it came.

As his grandmother pushed open the cubicle's door, he came, all over her tummy. He didn't know who was the more shocked, his Gran, with her grandson's spunk running down into her hairless snatch, or him, Joey, the boy, exposed with his softening hard on, thick ropes of cum hanging in midair like spider's webs, joining his genitals to his grandmother's.

Oh God, he was done for. He just had to change back. How else was he going to get out of there?

END OF PART TWO.

I will keep writing, but please vote anyway. Thank you, Zoe.



Transformations Ch. 03



"Oh my God, Gran. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. Oh shit! Oh no, no, no, what am I going to do? I can't walk out of here like this, what will I wear?"

"Calm down Joey, it's alright. Just calm down, relax. The hardest part is over, you know how to change now. You just have to remember how it feels, so you can put yourself in the zone again. Come on, it's all going to be fine."

"Oh shit Gran, look at you. Look at the mess I made on you."

"It's alright, don't worry about it."

He used his towel to try and mop up some of his jizz as she sat down alongside him. Looking down at his naked male body, he became aware of just how vulnerable he was, caught in the women's changing room. If he got caught, he'd be arrested and probably end up on the sex offenders register. The thought just made him worry more. The more he worried, the less he could relax.

"What were you thinking?"

"Miss Weatherly," he whispered so his male voice wouldn't be overheard. "She's my teacher. Do you have any idea how many times I imagined her naked in my fantasies? And then actually seeing her naked. Seeing her shaved, I never imagined she'd be shaved. I've seen her lips, her actual pussy lips."

"She doesn't have anything you don't have, my sweet. Well, obviously not now, but, maybe in a moment or two?"

"I don't know Gran. I don't remember how I felt. I've just been so confused all day. I mean, even the girl who did my bra fitting was in my school. What are the chances? My first day as a woman and I encounter two women I actually had the hots for. And now I just don't know what I was feeling when I changed. I can't change back. Believe me, I'm trying."

"There there now Joey. It's okay. Even if you can't, we'll find a way of getting you out of here. You have help. You have your Mum and me."

"Thanks Gran."

"I'll just go and fill your mother in on what's happening. You sit tight Joey and just try to relax."

"Okay. I'll try."

A minute later, there was a brief tap on the door and Mrs. Aames stepped in and sat down alongside her son. He had his towel on his lap protecting his modesty.

"It's okay baby, I don't want you to worry. We'll just sit here if we have to and wait until the coast is clear."

"I'm sorry Mum."

"Don't be baby. It's a strange day for you. Everything is a learning experience for you today."

"Everything is fucked up, is what today is."

Those were the last words she wanted to hear, an unpleasant reminder of the old Joey, her son Joey.

"I mean God Mum, why would you even bring me here? On my first day? Couldn't you have waited 'til I actually knew what I was doing? Weren't you thinking straight?"

"Shh Joey, you're raising your voice. Look, if it comes to it, Gran can go set off the fire alarm and when everyone's out, we'll sneak you out too."

"Yeah, like that's gonna work."

"Hey, come on now love. Don't be such a pessimist."

"Oh God Mum, you're so stupid sometimes, you know."

Well, there was no doubting it now. Old Joey had made his return.

"Please don't get mad at me sweetie. It's been so nice having a different you around. Don't go back to being like you were before."

"If I get out of this, I'm not going back again. Being a girl sucks. Stupid clothes and makeup and stupid fucking shoes. And her fucking bits don't work either. Nothing happens down there, she's a fucking dud."

"You masturbated?"

"Fuck that. Women are fucking defective. Too much work for too little reward. And I'm not into no fucking men either. I don't want to be a girl, chasing cock. I wanna fuck pussy, not have one."

"Oh sweetie, please calm down. You're not yourself."

"No. I wasn't myself. But now I am."

"Come on Joey, my love, I'll help you get dressed. See if you can still fit."

"In that shit? Fuck that. I'm no sissy."

"Oh Joey, please don't talk that way. Please, for me."

"Get out of here, will you? And give me some fucking privacy."

Mrs. Aames stepped out of the cubicle in tears and into her mother's arms who had been able to hear much of the conversation.

"Oh Sandy. He'll come around. You're just catching him at a bad moment, that's all my love. He'll figure it out in time and he'll be able to better control his emotions."

"I don't know Mum, he was so horrible to me in there."

"I know sweetie."

"He said he doesn't ever want to go back."

"Sandy. I heard what he said about not having an orgasm. I absolute guarantee you, the first time he has a female orgasm, he won't ever want to change back into a man."

"I hope you're right Mum, because the way he is now, so hurtful, so nasty, I don't want him back in the house with me. He scares me."

"Oh baby. He's just confused. Give him time, he'll come around, you'll see."

"Promise me."

"I promise, my love. I promise."

"I love you Mum."

"I love you too. Now I think we should switch clothes. The dress I'm wearing stands a better chance of covering him up than what he came in wearing. So we'll do a switch and he can go out barefoot, with a towel on his head. One of us can go in and put some makeup on him, see what we can do to feminise him while we get him out."

"Will you go in Mum? I can't face him right now."

"Of course baby. You just dress, I'll take him my clothes."

Gran stepped back into the cubicle. Joey had put on the panties but there was no way his charcoal grey skirt or the white blouse were going to fit, the material just wasn't stretchy enough.

"Gran, I've upset Mum, I know, I'm sorry. Can you tell her for me?"

"I think you should tell her yourself Joey, if you are sorry, that is."

"I am. I was just taking it out on her. I am sorry." He opened the door a whisker and took a look around, then in his closest approximation to a female voice, he whispered across to her, "Mum, Mum. I'm sorry."

She looked up at him and continued dressing.

"Joey. Try my dress on. Just slip it over your head."

"Gran!"

"What?"

"Can't one of you just go home and get me some other clothes to wear? I mean, women wear jeans, just go get me a pair and a T shirt and a baggy jumper or something."

"Joey, if you can't change back, your best way out of here is in this dress. Now put it on please."

He tutted. "Oh God! You're as bad as her."

"Joey, I'm not taking any shit from you. You may think you can treat your mother like dirt but you can't treat me that way. She's too nice, she takes it from you. She puts up with more than you know, more than she deserves. She loves you with all her heart and you're killing her inside Joey. The sooner you get that through that thick skull of yours, the better. Now put the fucking dress on and keep a civil tongue in your head until we get home. You hear me?"

He nodded.

Fortunately, the plan worked and the three of them managed to get back to the car without being stopped.

On returning home, Joey gathered up all his new clothes that he'd put in his room and threw them out onto the landing and spent the rest of the day locked in his room with loud music playing, drinking himself stupid trying to rid the whole day from his memory. Mrs. Aames spent the whole night crying and slept downstairs on the couch, as far from her son as possible.

Sunday wasn't any better. Joey woke up as a man, but carried around a big chip on his shoulder. He was more distant from his mother than he had ever been. He spent the whole day with animosity brewing inside his head. The first person to even look at him the wrong way was going to be the recipient of some serious vented spleen.

Monday, Mrs. Aames had work and Joey was on evening shifts this week at the pub. So he had the whole house to himself. He hadn't changed back into a woman, not by accident or through trying. He was so relieved. With a bit of luck, he could put it down to one bad weekend and move on with his life.

But somehow, he found himself sitting at the top of the stairs thinking of something he had said to his mother while he was a girl. He'd said that he loved her, even as a boy and had badly wanted to express that love at times but had been unable.

And it made him wonder. Why was he so hard on her? She only tried to do her best. It can't have been easy for her bringing up a boy all by herself. She'd always done the best she could, if there was anyone he should be angry at, it was his father, for walking out on him when he was seven. Maybe all the anger he felt was for his father, but in the absence of the man to direct it all at, he transferred it all onto his mother instead. And she didn't deserve that.

Why couldn't he just express that to her. He didn't hate her, he did love her and it wasn't her fault, the things that happened this weekend. In fact, it had felt good. Oh, he was so confused. How could he apologise to his mother but not lose face, not appear weak, still be masculine? He couldn't. In his mind, apologising was a show of weakness, an admission of guilt. The only way he would ever be able to do it was as a woman.

He got up from the stairs and walked across the landing to his mother's room and opened the door. The shopping bags were all lined up, ready to be returned. He went and picked one up and emptied out the contents onto his mother's bed. His bras, stockings and panties. He brushed his fingers across the material and an image reappeared in his head, of sitting, next to naked at the bottom of the stairs, his naked mother and naked grandmother sliding those stockings up his freshly shaven legs. He remembered how that made him feel and he wanted to feel it again, so he took off his shoes, socks and jeans and scrunched his toes together and slid the stockings up his legs.

Touching the panties on the bed, he slid his own briefs down his legs and put one stocking clad foot inside one leg and the other in the other side and pulled them up. The bra. He pulled his T shirt over his head and tied the bra around his waist and hooked it up where he could see what he was doing. Then he twisted the bra around and put his arms through the straps and hoisted it up over his chest.

He had an erection.

He saw the camera still sat on his mother's cabinet drawers. Scanning the photographs, he found the pictures from Saturday morning before Gran arrived that his mother had taken of him as a girl posing in that blue blouse with the white collar and the navy pinstripe skirt and waistcoat. She was a pretty girl, the girl in the photos and Joey's cock strained when he looked at her.

He rubbed on his panties down the outside, pressing on his shaft. He rubbed his bra with his other hand, then used the hand that was on his cock to rub his stocking. It did feel nice. He lay back on his mother's bed and released his cock and began to stroke it in earnest, thinking now of his bra fitting with Jenny Thomas, then seeing Miss Weatherly, his teacher naked in the showers. The moment he put the two together in his mind, Jenny Thomas giving Miss Weatherly a bra fitting, was when he felt his cock pulse. Looking down at it, he drew his foreskin back. The pleasure was intense, just waiting to release. He could feel it coming, anytime now, oh Jenny, anytime, Miss Weatherly, oh there it goes. The first trickle of semen just dribbled out the end of his scarlet head. The next one was pumped and squirted about a foot up his front, into his belly button, the third didn't reach quite as far, but pooled midway between. A few after pulses and a few trickles of semen and he was done, completely relaxed in his mother's bedroom.

He lay there for about fifteen minutes, then went to the bathroom to get cleaned up. His mother would be gone until nearly five and his shift started at five thirty, so he left on his girlie underwear and put his boy clothes back on top, then headed out into town.

He had to figure out a way of apologising to his mother without expressly saying sorry, so figured he'd look for a gift to buy her. He found himself in the women's department of a department store browsing around for something she might appreciate, but found himself drawn to the ladies shoes.

He could hardly try them on in his current state. He wore a size ten and his ape like feet would never fit in all those dainty heels he was being drawn to. It was no good, he couldn't think of what to buy for her, it was almost as though any fashion sense he may have had, had disappeared with his breasts. He headed for the exit, what was he thinking anyway? And then he saw it, the mannequin in the doorway. The clothes on it, so sexy. A sheer black blouse with a metallic gold collar, a leather miniskirt and knee length boots. If he'd seen that on Saturday, he would have surely left the store wearing it.

He had to get out of there. What was wrong with him? He wasn't a girl and he didn't want to be one, so why was he noticing what everyone was wearing all of a sudden? He used to look at girl's faces, their boobs and their backsides as they walked past. Now he was noticing their clothes, their hair, how they walked? What was going on?

He got back home and masturbated again in his girlie underwear. It was getting late, so he took it all off and packed it back up in the bag and left his mother's room much as he had found it.

He hadn't bought a gift and he couldn't think of the words to say, so he left before his mother got home and went to work. His mind was elsewhere all evening. But again, he found himself noticing what women were wearing, more and more. He got home after midnight, as he usually did when he was on evenings. His mother was already in bed and he didn't disturb her.

Next day, he found himself in his mothers room yet again, putting on the underwear that was in the bags. Again he put his boy clothes on top, even though he wanted to put on something girlie. He again headed into town, but this time went to the station and got on a train to another town, fifty miles away.

Free to browse the women's clothing stores, he estimated the size he would require and bought a simple shirt dress in one store, a blonde wig in another, some lipstick in a third, all under the pretence of them being gifts, then made his way back home. 

He still had a few hours yet, he wanted nothing more than to apologise to his mother. But in order to do that, he had to get in touch with his feminine side. And to reach that, he had to dress like one, so he padded his bra with some socks and buttoned up the shirt dress. It was a salmon colour and had a pleated skirt section that fell just below his knees. The buttons were slightly larger than a blouse button would normally be and there was an elasticated band around the waist and a built in fabric belt, the same colour and material as the dress. Buttons ran all the way up from knees to neck and Joey found himself buttoning it to just below the collar. He didn't have any cleavage to show, not real cleavage anyway. He put on the wig and spread the lipstick over his lips. It was his first try and he made a bit of a mess of things so wiped it off and had another try.

God, he looked a freak. He looked like a man in a dress. There was nothing even remotely feminine about him, especially not with all his stubble. He walked around the house, downstairs, into the kitchen, he made himself a sandwich and a Coke. He went and sat in the living room and switched on the TV.

Finishing his lunch, he pulled out his smartphone and went to his favourite porn site. He didn't pick lesbian, because there was a good looking woman on the main page in one of the thumbnails. He clicked on the video and waited for it to load.

She was good looking, she was really cute, already naked. Joey undid two of his dress buttons around his waist and released his cock. Watching the girl in the video, he began stroking.

"Fuck!" There was a bloke in it too. And he was naked. He continued stroking as he watched the woman have her shaven pussy eaten out by the bloke. Then they switched places and she began sucking his cock. Strangely, this did not deter Joey. He imagined the cock was his own and the woman was sucking it. But then the video shifted its focus back to the woman. Joey swiped his finger back a bit and went back to the start of the bloke's cock. Yeah, that was better. Faster now, Joey jerked his cock. It felt good. Again, it changed focus to the woman, so he just rewound the video to the bloke again, but the picture froze on a close up of just the guy's cock. Buffering error. Fuck it. But he was too close now. He just kept jerking while watching the frozen image of the guy's cock.

"Ohhh!" he groaned. He felt his load coming but then realised he'd get jizz all over his new dress. He looked around for something, but there was nothing, so he squeezed his foreskin tightly closed at the end of his penis as his jizz filled it up, trapping it inside. He got up and walked over to the kitchen sink and released his foreskin, slowly massaging his spent cock, expelling his cream between the dishes.

He ran the tap to flush away his semen and went upstairs. He was just about out of time so stashed the stuff at the back of his wardrobe and put the underwear back in his mother's room, then headed on out before she returned.

He was so screwed up. What? Did this mean he was gay now? He just couldn't deal with this all by himself. Sure, when he was a girl, he felt a slight attraction towards men in a way that was unexpected. But that didn't make him gay. As a boy he liked women, he was attracted to women. And now, he was dressing in women's clothes and jerking off to men? What the fuck did that mean? He was so confused.

That evening at the bar, Jenny Thomas showed up.

"Hi, it's um, it's Joey isn't it?"

He nodded. He had a feeling she may show up. She had asked 'Zoe' where 'her brother' worked.

"Jenny Thomas."

"You remember me?"

"Of course. I'd be an idiot if I didn't remember the most beautiful girl in school."

She blushed.

"Really? You thought I was beautiful?"

"I think you still are."

"Thanks."

"What can I get you? On the house."

"A white wine spritzer please."

"One white wine spritzer coming up."

She watched as he made it for her, then slid it across the counter to her. She sat down at a stool and they engaged in conversation, pausing only when he had to serve another customer. After about fifteen minutes, he made her another drink, even though she was only half way through her first.

"You're not trying to get me drunk, are you?"

He twitched his eyebrows. "And what if I am? Is that such a bad thing? Loosen you up a bit."

"Don't spoil it."

"Spoil what?"

"We were having a pleasant conversation. Please don't make it about sex. Can't we just get to know each other? Take things slowly?"

He sighed heavily and rolled his eyes.

"Don't be like that."

"Like what?"

"Like that." She reached out her hand to his. "We've only just met. There's no need to rush anything."

He couldn't say the word sorry, not even to her.

"Look, do you want the drink or not?"

That wasn't the right thing to say.

She slid the glass back across the bar and collected her things together. Standing up, she turned, "You know? Your sister said you were an idiot. I thought it was just something siblings say about one another. But you really are. I would have fucked you Joey. I would have fucked you senseless. But I don't fuck assholes." She turned on her heel and walked out the door.

"Fucking bitch," he muttered under his breath, seething.

He turned to look across the bar and caught a young woman on a nearby bar stool looking at him.

"What are you looking at?"

"You're not nice Joey."

"Nobody asked you Miss. Maybe mind your own business in future, eh?"

"You'll never get a woman to care for you with that attitude Joey. If you can't change, you're destined to spend your whole life alone."

"Butt the fuck out of my business lady," he spat. "Nobody asked for your opinion."




Transformations Ch. 03



"Joey," said the manager, quite calmly. "Go home, you're fired. You can't talk to customers that way. I'm very sorry Miss."

"Ahh! Fuck the lot of you!"

Joey grabbed his jacket from behind the bar, downed the second white wine spritzer in one and headed out the door, slamming it behind him.

He walked up the street in the darkness. Great. Just absolutely fucking great. Now he'd have to look for another job. Bloody women. He was sick of the whole damn lot of them.

"Joey!"

He turned. It was the woman who had just got him fired.

"Great! Happy now? You just got me fired."

"You got yourself fired Joey. You have no one to blame but yourself. It's time you started owning your shit Joey."

"Do you know me or something? You hear a woman calling me that, you think it's okay for you to, too?"

"Joey. That's your name isn't it?

Well, that much was true.

"And it's what I've always called you."

"What? When? I don't know you. I've never seen you before tonight."

"I've known you your whole life Joey."

"Oh yeah, like what? You're my fucking guardian angel or something?"

"No. But I am your cousin."

"My, what?"

"My grandmother is your grandmother's sister."

"Mikey? Fuck! No way!"

"Way, Joey. It's me, Mikey. Although, I go by Michelle a lot these days."

"No fucking way. You're spying on me now? They sent you, right? They sent you to spy on me?"

"If by they, you mean your mother and grandmother, they care about you."

"I just knew it. Typical, absolutely bloody typical."

"They don't know I'm here Joey. Your mother spent half of last night crying on the phone to my mother. Look, I know how hard it is, how confusing it is at first. It plays havoc with your emotions, I know it does, I went through it all myself, only recently. Joey, you're not this big of an asshole. Go on, even you'll admit that! You're not this much of a chauvinist pig, no one is. It's your, it's your mutating Y chromosome. Once it starts changing, if it's not kept in balance, a whole pendulum effect starts up and you start having crazy mood swings, back and forth, back and forth. You need to change Joey. Whether you like it or not, this thing is happening to you. If you keep it all bottled up inside and pushed to the back, it's going to have undesirable consequences. Like tonight, with that girl. I watched the two of you. She was up for it Joey. Until you spoiled it. And with your mother? She doesn't deserve what you're putting her through. Let me help you Joey. As someone who knows, who's stood in your shoes, please, let me help you."

Joey's face immediately scrunched up, his eyes welled and he didn't know what to do. Michelle walked up to him and wrapped her arms around him. "Let it out Joey. I've got you, just let it all out."

Joey burst into tears and sobbed uncontrollably on his cousin's shoulder.

"Oh my God, Mikey. I don't know what's happening to me. I hate what I'm doing to my mother, but I just can't seem to do anything about it. I can't make it right. And my mind is totally fucked up. I don't know what I am anymore. Sometimes, even in this body, I feel like I'm a woman inside. But I'm not, but my mind is just going back and forth and my body is staying the same. You've gotta help me Mikey. I can't do this by myself."

"Shh, shh, shh, it's alright. You're not a alone. I'll help you. Will you accept my help Joey? Will you?"

Michelle held her palms either side of Joey's face, making him look at her. Tears weeping, he nodded.

"Okay then, lets go somewhere we can talk."

There was a cafe around the corner. At this time of night, it was quiet. Joey and Michelle took a seat away from the window and Joey sat with his back to the rest of the cafe, Michelle sitting opposite.

"What's that you said about a chromosome?"

"I'm not a doctor Joey, everybody is born with 23 pairs of chromosomes, one of which is your sex chromosome. Girls are born with two X's. Boys with one X and one Y. Every so often, nature does something weird and a baby gets born with some genetic mutation and ends up with ambiguous genitalia, some sort of intersex condition, Klinefelter, XXY, that sort of thing."

"So what does that make us?"

"None of the above Joey. We were both born with an X and a Y, just like every other male out there."

"Not just like every other male."

"Yes Joey. Just like. At some point, according to one of our distant cousins, who is a doctor by the way, our Y chromosomes mutate. They don't change into X, that's silly, X chromosomes have far more genes in them. What happens with us, is Y takes a vacation, turns invisible, doesn't show up on tests anymore, just disappears. But somehow, it comes back. It's like it has an on-off switch. When it's off, we become women. I'd like to say it's as simple as that, but I imagine its anything but simple."

"So, we're mutants now? Real life X-Men?"

"Don't be daft Joey. That's just the movies."

"I just can't believe any of this Mikey. I mean, a couple days ago, my life was normal. It was shit, but it was normal. And now, everything is upside down."

"But you're not alone Joey. You have us now and we're all here for you. Those that are in on the family secret, you can trust. You can trust all of us Joey. The stakes are just too big not to."

"I can't control it Mikey. I can't make it happen. I've tried. I just don't know how."

"It's your emotions Joey. They're not under control."

"How am I supposed to control them? Fuck! They're emotions."

"Keep your voice down, or you'll get us thrown out. It's not easy, I know, but it can be done."

"I can't."

"Only a coward says can't, Joey. Are you a coward?"

"No."

"Then there's no can't. You erase that word from your vocabulary. You will do it. You will learn how to change back and forth and you will learn to control your emotions and stop having these destructive mood swings."

"How?"

"By letting those who love you, help you. You're not an island Joey, no man is. Let us in. Forget all about appearances and manliness and weakness. Joey, you have a boy in you and you have a girl in you. But you need synergy between them. Yes, there's two of you. But you need to become one. At least, your mind does. Your body, that's secondary, your body will keep up. It's your mind that you need to take care of. And the old rules are gone. Forget being manly. If you're a man and you feel like crying, then cry. If you're a man and you need to open up about your emotions, do it. No one's judging you Joey. There's nothing wrong with being open and true to what your heart is feeling. I'm a woman Joey, right now, I'd happily punch you for what you've put your mother through. I own that feeling. I'm not afraid of it. My feelings are cohesive. I have male and female thoughts, regardless of which body I happen to be wearing. You don't have to keep all male thoughts in the male body and all female thoughts in the female one. That's what you have to understand and that's what you have to learn. Only then will you have any chance at being happy Joey."

Michelle reached out her hand and squeezed Joey's in her own. "Now I think you should go home and talk to your mother. But be tender with her Joey. Be kind, be nice and she'll forgive you and she'll help you. And with your mother on your side Joey, all the bad just goes away. Your mother is the best thing you have in your life. Don't lose that Joey. Of all things, don't mess that one up."

Joey went home. It was only ten when he found himself putting his key in the front door, letting himself in.

That was strange. He could hear music. Coming from his room.

Ascending the stairs, the music got louder. It was definitely coming from his room. And the door was shut. Turning the handle, he opened it. What he saw came as a surprise. He could not have been more surprised if the next time he farted, a clown car drove out of his ass with a juggling monkey on the back seat.

His mother. On his bed. Wearing the salmon shirt dress he had bought and hidden, the blonde wig too. The dress was unbuttoned all the way down and she was naked underneath. His mother was fucking herself, right there, on his bed, with a vibrator. And she hadn't heard or seen him come into the room.

"Mum."

She didn't hear him.

"Mum!"

She kept on driving that dildo into her pussy, playing with her tits.

"MUM!"

Her eyes opened wide and she stopped what she was doing. She pulled the sides of the dress closed. She was shocked and mortified that she had been caught. He wasn't usually home until past midnight. He was home two hours early.

She got up off his bed as he just stood there, totally flummoxed. "You think you're the only one who can masturbate in someone else's bedroom, wearing someone else's clothes, you little shit? You think I can't smell your smelly backside all over my sheets? Well think again." She slapped his face, really, really hard. It stunned him.

"I'm not taking any more crap from you Joey. If you're going to live in my house, you're getting your act together."

"Mum, I'm sorry."

She stormed off into her bedroom.

"Please, Mum, wait."

She slammed the door. He opened it.

"Get out of here Joey. I can't look at you right now."

"I'm sorry Mum. I've been a total bastard to you, I know I have. I am so, so sorry. Please forgive me. I love you so much," he was crying now. "It hurts me every second of the day to think what I've done to you, it's eating me up. Mum, I will do anything to make it right again. Anything at all, just tell me what. I will do it. For you Mum, I will do it for you, please."

She swapped her son's dress for her own dressing gown whilst stood with her back to him. Turning to look into his eyes, emotion washed over her and she ran to him.

"Oh Joey, my precious baby. I'm sorry my love. I didn't mean it. I know this is so hard on you, this change. I was selfish, I didn't give you the space you needed."

"No Mum. I don't need space. I need you. I need my Mum. More than anything. I need you."

She kissed him and rubbed him and held him as close and as tight as she could, wiping and kissing away his tears.

Holding him in her arms, she felt his body change. He started to shrink and his chest began to grow and before he knew it, he was her again.



END OF PART THREE.

I know this chapter was a bit dark and mean spirited, but it needed to be, in order to convey Joey's mental confusion. It does brighten up from here on out though! Zoe.



Transformations Ch. 04



"Mum, Mum, I'm doing it!" Joey yelled with excitement and no small measure of relief. He'd got in touch with his feminine side and his body took care of the rest. It was just like his cousin had said.

"Oh sweetheart." Mrs. Aames stood watching her son revert to the girl she had known only for a few brief hours on Saturday.

Joey just had to see and tore off all of his male clothes right in front of his mother. It can't have taken him more than five seconds, so eager was he to make sure. Yep, he was still shaved down there. Boobs, check. He turned to look in his mother's mirror. Blonde, yep. Alrightie!

He turned and practically jumped into his mothers arms. "I'm so sorry Mum. Please don't let me be like that with you ever again."

"Sweetie, don't beat yourself up anymore. You're forgiven. Fresh start?"

Joey looked into his mother's teary eyes and nodded his agreement, "Fresh start."

She hugged him again but he pulled away from her.

"I have to try something first Mum. While the feeling is still fresh."

Joey stood about three feet in front of his mother and closed his eyes tight. Then he thought about having a penis, being a man, being taller. He could feel the change kick in.

"Oh my God," his Mum squeaked. "Joey honey, you're really doing it."

He opened his eyes and instead of being at eye level with his mother, he was now much taller. Looking down, his boobs were gone. And then he realised. He was showing his dick to his mother. He placed his hand on it, "Sorry Mum!"

She just smiled. And then he began to change back. Back into the girl again.

"I can do it Mum. I can really do it now."

"I'm so proud of you sweetheart. And whatever you want to be, that's fine by me. I shouldn't have said what I said about wanting you to be a girl. It's not my choice to make, it's yours."

"I want to be a girl, Mum. I just..."

"What baby?"

He sighed.

"Mum, I just, how can I say this to you, I mean, you're my Mum, it's not something we should talk about, but, well, I did just see you."

"You mean?"

He nodded. "I just had so much difficulty doing it Mum. I want to be the girl, I really do, but do I have to change back into a boy every time I want a little satisfaction?"

"No, no you don't. In fact, your Gran says her orgasms as a woman are much more powerful than any she ever had as a man."

"Really?"

"Really sweetie. You just, maybe you were doing it wrong. Tell me, what did you do? You can show me if you like, if it's not too weird for you."

"Mum, I think weird has had its day, don't you? Weird is just another word now. I would love it if I could show you, so you could set me straight."

Mrs. Aames raised her eyebrows in anticipation. The ball was in her son's court now.

"Sit, if you like."

"Thanks Mum." Joey sat down on his mother's bed. Slowly leaning backwards, he allowed his thighs to part. He put one hand between his legs, finding his mound and dipped the end of his fingers into his slit, parting his lips slightly. Then, looking into his mother's eyes, he began to massage, jiggling his fingers aimlessly, speeding up his hand motions to try and stimulate himself. "Like this Mum."

She nodded. "Okay baby. You can stop now. The only thing you're going to get doing that is a sore wrist."

"So I'm doing it wrong?"

She nodded. "Come on, budge up. I'll show you." Mrs. Aames let her gown slip off her shoulders and sat down naked next to her female son. "Okay, um, try this. Sit facing me. Here you are, put one leg over mine and I'll put one over yours."

They manoeuvred into position so they sat facing with their pussies splayed open about a foot apart. His mother put her fingers over her clit hood to show him the right location. "Can you feel a little bump under your skin?"

Joey felt around.

"Here," his mother took her hand and put it on her son's mound, finding his clit instantly. "Where my finger is." She released her hand and Joey's eyes grew wide.

"Yeah, I feel it."

"Okay. That's your clitoris Joey."

"What is it?"

"Um. Well, you know when you have a penis, under your foreskin, you have a big purple head? Well, the clitoris is the female equivalent. In fact, if you place one finger gently inside and lift up the skin covering, your hood, you'll feel it better."

"Ooh!" he screamed.

"Is it sensitive?"

He nodded. "But I like it."

"Yeah, well, you can get by just fine stimulating it from outside. If you just do what you were doing before, but instead of so far down, you do it over that little bump, you'll find what you're looking for."

"Thanks Mum. I think I'll go to my room now."

"You do that sweetie. You do that."

"Thanks Mum."

"Anytime baby."

Joey leaned onto his mother, his boobs pressing against hers. He hugged her. "And again Mum, I'm so sorry."

"It's forgotten sweetie. Don't you think any more about it. Everything is fine between us."

"I love you Mum."

"I love you Joey. With all my heart."

Joey got up off the bed and swept his boy clothes up off his mother's bedroom floor and went into his own room. He had an image of his mother masturbating on his bed, but quickly put it out of his mind.

Sitting down on his bed, he picked up his smartphone and found his favourite porn site. He found the lesbian video he had first tried to masturbate to, as a woman. Utilising his new technique, he set about stimulating his clitoris. He didn't have to let the video end to realise it just wasn't working for him. So he gave up on the lesbians. Maybe as a girl, he did fancy men after all. He'd give that other video a go. The one with the guy's cock that he had jerked his own cock off to that afternoon. It was in his search history.

The video began to play and Joey just massaged his breasts while the woman was the focus of the video. When the guy's cock made an appearance, Joey set to work on his clit.

After a few minutes, he again stopped, frustrated that it just wasn't working. He got up and went back to his mother's room for some guidance, telling her about the videos.

"Baby, it's not as simple as that for a woman. It's not about wham bam. It's all about mood. You need to feel relaxed and just let it take you. It's more of a slow build up, slowly stripping out of some sexy clothes, thinking sexy thoughts. Just touching yourself, softly at first, taking your time, letting the feelings slowly build up inside you. And then, when you feel it, when you can't stop your thighs from rubbing together, when you have an itch you just want to take care of, that's when it's time to do what I taught you."

"Okay Mum, thanks."

"My pleasure sweetie. I'm here if you need me."

Joey went back to his room. He left his smartphone where it was and just lay back on his bed, naked. He let his hands just gently brush over his naked flesh, around his nipples, just casually swirling, the back of his fingers on his inner thighs, even over his stomach. And his neck, oh how he loved the touch of his fingers on his neck. His mother was right. It was an all over body experience, just gradually getting in the zone. But now he could feel what she meant. His thighs were rubbing together, almost without instruction. As he squirmed on the bed, his shaven pussy lips rubbed up and down against each other. He let his hand slip between his legs and his fingers were greeted by moistness.

He felt it on his fingers and brought them up to his face to take a look. Then he found his way back down again. One finger slipped up and down in his groove, but his hand seemingly wanted to push down on that area his mother had directed him to. So that's what he did, he used his fingers to apply pressure to the fleshy skin above that little lump inside. And it didn't seem quite so little anymore. Had it grown?

"Mmm," he groaned in pleasure. This was nice, so he just kept doing what he was doing, letting instinct guide him. Pushing down against it with his middle finger, his backside lifting up off the bed to greet it. There was definitely something special there. Then applying even more pressure from his index finger as well, rubbing in circles now, rubbing faster, harder, deeper.

The images in his mind came and went, slipping through him. His little outfits, that sheer black number with the gold collar he'd seen on the mannequin. He thought of how he might look in it. And in those boots and that leather mini skirt. Then he remembered that man in Marks and Spencer that he had fallen against. Even the image of his Gran's penis popped briefly into his mind. The changing room at the leisure centre where he had beaten off to Miss Weatherly.

"Ahh!" The little noise he made surprised him. But he kept at what he was doing. It felt so good. And he wasn't so much moist any more as full on wet. His fingers were so slippery and his parts were making little popping and sucking noises. Squelching.

His breathing had become more intense and his chest was moving up and down in sharper, more deliberate motions. And he was touching all over his body with his other hand. This was so good, it felt so nice. No orgasm yet, but the build up was so much more pleasurable.

As a boy, masturbation was nice. There was a slow build up, but the feelings were not particularly intense. It just sort of crept up, then suddenly there was a spike, a surge, a constriction, a tightness, a feeling of imminence, then a spurt, or three, with each spurt an intense feeling and then a lot of sensitivity which meant he could no longer keep up the stimulation. But really, he did it all just for those last ten seconds or so. It was all about the climax.

But this, it was so much nicer. He hadn't climaxed but already he felt like he could keep this up for hours. Just float in the warm comfortable glow that was enveloping his every organ.

And then he felt it. A twinge. An involuntary muscle contraction somewhere inside. And then another one. And an intense warmth came over his whole body, emanating from somewhere just under his hand, but it went in every direction, throughout his stomach, up into his ribs, his breasts coming alive, even into his nipples that had hardened and he could feel against the cold air, contrasting with his hot, sticky, sweaty body. And the pleasure ran downwards too, into his thighs, right down to his toes which were curling as his feet turned inwards and pressed into his mattress.

As his thighs and pussy lips rubbed together, the cheeks of his backside pushed down into his bed, his hand still finding ever yet more vigour with which to generate pleasure.

He was screaming out now and he knew it. He could hear it and fully expected his mother to be able to as well. And still there was no climax, just a plateau. An intense heavenly plateau, far greater than even the greatest of all male orgasms. He showed no signs of discontinuing. His body was pulsating on the bed, every last inch of it, moaning, heaving, breathing raggedly, gasping for air, gulping down anything he could get. And still his hand rubbed. And the more he cried out his pleasure, the more he craved.

His feet wrapped around each other, entwining his legs together, his bum had taken on a motion like the sea as wave after wave after wave of incredible intensity surged throughout, engulfing him, washing over him, drowning him in the most exquisite sensory event of his life.

And still he could take more, but now, now finally at least, he sensed there might be a limit to how much he could take, how far he could ride this one out. It wasn't an oversensitivity that was going to curtail this orgasm of orgasms, he thought it might actually be his little heart that would call time on this whole wonderful experience. He didn't want it to give out on him, not now that he had learned how to do this.

And the images in his head were long gone. His mind had been thoroughly blown in every sense of the word. He was on another plane.

And then, even though he thought every part of him was still working to continue this intensely pleasurable experience, he found that his muscles had ground themselves so tight, all throughout his body, that they were no longer in motion. They were rigid with intensity, desperately clinging onto that magical, magnificent feeling. He stopped rubbing. And as he finally let all his muscles just relax, an incredible surge shot through him, as if a barrier lifted and all that had been held back could now be released, free at last, his whole body convulsing at once, electrifying every nerve ending that he hadn't already exploded, as he let out one final, cataclysmic wail, his whole body just going limp, as though his brain had relinquished all responsibility for it. And he lay back, sated like never before, unable to move a single exhausted muscle. He couldn't even close his mouth, he just lay there having lost full bodily control.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on his door that barely even registered. Another one. But he couldn't move his body and he couldn't speak.

The door opened and his mother poked her head in. Seeing her son, naked and spread wide, every inch glistening with sweat as he lay on his bed, his arms and legs out to his sides, his head just managed to flop over to the side to face his mother. As she approached, feeling gradually began to return to his face and he felt his cheeks flush as a broad smile appeared.

Mrs. Aames sat down on the bed next to her son and stroked his face. "Well, what was that like? Was it nice?"

He still couldn't make words. He just swallowed, trying to hydrate his tongue and mouth.

Seeing that he was okay, his mother got up to leave him rest. She leant forward and kissed his forehead, but his hand was able to reach out for his mother's arm and let it slip down her wrist until he had hold of her hand in his. With all his mustered strength, he pulled her to him and wrapped both arms around her neck to hug her. Lifting her head to smile and look into his eyes, Joey kissed his mother on the lips.

Releasing her, he managed to whisper, "I love you Mum."

His mother returned to her bedroom with a delighted smile on her face. She was happy again, maybe happier than ever before. She could see, that this had been the turning point in both their lives. From here on out, she wouldn't have to spend her time fighting her son over every little thing, because from here on out, she no longer had a son. She had a daughter.

Joey made her way to the bathroom. She didn't know how long she'd been asleep, but her sheets were matted with sweat. She stepped into the bath and pulled the curtain across, switching on the shower. Oh, so good, so very very good. She'd never felt this good in her life before. She felt like a new person.

Stepping out, she dried herself thoroughly, switched out the light and walked across the landing to her mother's room.

"Mum? Are you awake?"

"Mm-hm darling."

"Mum, can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Joey, you haven't asked that since you were a little boy."

"Please."

"Of course my love, of course."

Joey climbed into bed alongside her mother and cuddled up tight to her.

"Feeling better sweetie?"

She inhaled deeply and let it out through her nose. "Feeling the best, Mum."

Soon after, she fell asleep in her mother's arms.

Daylight woke them both. Joey was on her back, her mother was on her front, they lay side by side, both naked. "Morning Mum."

Joey gasped. Her voice. It was her boy voice. She sat up and saw the tent under the duvet. She had an erection. Her mother, hearing Joey's voice, turned over in the bed.

"I'm sorry Mum. I don't know how that happened."

She caught sight of the outline of Joey's boner and looked up at her with an expression of both puzzlement and curiosity.

Joey got out of bed, her penis springing to life, out straight in front of her. She walked around the bed, past her mother whose gaze was firmly affixed to her daughter's erect penis. Joey just shrugged her shoulders and hurried to the bathroom. Through force of habit, she lifted the toilet seat, took hold of her penis and aimed it at the toilet bowl in front of her. Standing, she let out her stream and flushed the chain, washing her hands and then, taking a look at her softening penis, decided to peel back her foreskin so she could clean underneath it with the warm water. It was a little bit slimy, not icky slimy, just kind of precum slippery. But she cleared it of all that and replaced the skin back over her head.

She looked in the mirror at her boy face, then whispered to the reflection, "Bye sweetie." And watched as she transformed herself back into a girl. Running a quick check on her parts, hair, face, boobs, pussy, bum, mmm, so soft, she hurried back across the landing into her mother's room, who was still propping herself up on her elbows in the bed.

Joey jumped back into the warm bed alongside her mother and cuddled up against her, resting her cheek on her mother's bare breast.

"What was all that about?"

"Don't know Mum, maybe he got lonely!"

Her mother laughed.

"Oh Joey, you're a funny girl."

"Thanks Mum. I am a girl, aren't I?"

"You sure are sweetie."

"Mum?"

"Yes baby?"

"What do you think of the name Zoe?"

"I like it."

"Good."

"Why do you ask? Isn't that what you called yourself the other day when we saw Alice Weatherly?"

"Yeah. It's just that. Well, Mikey..."

"You've seen Mikey?"

"Yeah Mum. He was the one who talked some sense into me. Well, I guess, she talked some sense into me. It was Michelle. He calls himself, she calls himself, um, God this is weird, she calls herself Michelle when she's a woman."

"I know. Mikey helped you?"

"She did Mum. She was great. I really want to thank her."

"Oh sweetie, that's so nice."

"But yeah. I was kind of thinking, you know, clean break and all, fresh start, I think, I think I'd like to have a distinction between old Joey and new Zoe."

"I think that's a very good idea, babe. And I love the name Zoe. And I'm going to adore having a daughter called Zoe, who I can go out with and do things with."

"I love you Mum. I love you so much."

"Oh Zoe, I love you girl. Mummy loves you so very much too."

They embraced and gave each other a brief peck on the lips.

"So what happened last night? How come you got home so early?"

"Joey got fired Mum. But that's alright, because today, Zoe is going to go look for a new job."

"Babe, there's no rush. Why don't you take a little while to get used to things? You can start looking for work in a few weeks. I'll take care of you 'til then. Why don't you go into town and do a bit of window shopping and I'll meet up with you on my lunch break and we'll spend some money. You need shoes, don't forget."

Zoe bit her lip. "Actually Mum. I've already seen a pair I like. Well, technically, I suppose they're boots."

"Where?"

"John Lewis."

"Show me. I get off at one. And I have 45 minutes for lunch. I can be in John Lewis soon after five past. It's only around the corner anyway."

"Great Mum. I'll be waiting."

Zoe was already there, standing just inside the entrance to the women's department when she caught sight of her mother.

"Oh Zoe darling, are these the boots?"

"Yeah Mum."

"Wow, they're quite something. Have you tried them on?"

Zoe nodded. "They come in half sizes. I'm a three and a half."

"Three and a half, that is a shame."

"Why Mum?"

"Because it means I won't be able to borrow them. My size sixes won't go anywhere near a three and a half."

"Sorry Mum."

"Don't be Zoe darling, I'm just joking."

Mrs. Aames looked at the mannequin wearing the boots. "Wow, that's an adorable little ensemble, don't you think?"

Zoe bit her lower lip as she smiled.

"Do you like it?"

Still biting her lip, Zoe nodded.

"Well what are you waiting for, go try it on darling."




Transformations Ch. 04



"Really Mum?"

Mrs. Aames kissed her daughter on the lips. "Of course my love. I just want to make you happy. That's all I've ever wanted."

Zoe couldn't hold back her tears, she wiped her eyes and hugged her mother and then led her to the rack with the sheer blouses and then the one with the leather miniskirts. Joey went into the changing room and came out a minute later to show her mother.

"Turn around."

Zoe did a slow twirl. Her bra was white and kind of clashed with the black see-through blouse which Zoe was wearing with a wide open collar.

"It's beautiful baby. It looks so good on you, but maybe we need to get you another colour bra as well, to go with it."

Zoe bit her lip and went back into the changing room. She undid the buttons on her blouse to stand there in just the black leather miniskirt and her white bra. Throwing caution to the wind, she unhooked her bra and put the blouse back on, doing up the buttons. Standing, looking in the mirror, her boobs clearly visible through her blouse, her nipples hardening and pressing against the lovely soft material, Zoe began to do up all the buttons. They were black all the way up until they reached the metallic gold collar. And that had a gold button. So she did that one up as well and tucked in the blouse.

Mrs. Aames had been expecting to see her daughter carrying out the blouse and skirt in her hand, having dressed back into her other clothes. She was not expecting her daughter to come out with her boobs visible. And neither were any of the other shoppers who cast Zoe quite a few looks, though most of them were smiling.

And then there was the middle aged woman with her twenty-something son. He stopped in his tracks, his eyes bulging, his mouth wide open.

"Oops!" said Zoe, covering her breasts with her hands. "Didn't see you there!"

Zoe did a twirl for her mother as the woman led her son away. Now that he was gone, Zoe relaxed her arms to her side and flashed her mother, the dressing room assistant and a handful of female shoppers in the process.

"Oh Zoe! You are awful! Go on. Back in the changing room. What will people think!"

Zoe flashed her mother a smile and did one last quick twirl and went and dressed. Her mother bought her the whole little number and mother and daughter left the department store with smiles on their faces.

"I have to go back to work now sweetie, but I'll see you later."

"Okay Mum. I love you. And thanks."

"You're welcome baby. Bye."

"Bye Mum."

Zoe walked around town, gazing in shop windows at all the things she never really noticed before, all the things she just dismissed out of hand as being frivolous, pointless or girly. She had a whole new outlook on life. She heard her phone jingle. She'd got a text. This was a new experience too. Before, she'd always kept her phone in her pocket, but she didn't have any pockets in the pretty beige skirt she was wearing together with the pale blue blouse she had commandeered from her mother. Today was her first time out with a handbag that her mother had loaned her. It didn't have much in it, just a compact, some lipstick, her phone, house key, a hairbrush and a coin purse.

She took out the phone. It was from Mikey.

How did it go last night? Everything okay?

Zoe texted back. Can you meet me?"

Sure thing Joe, is it okay if Michelle comes?

I was kind of hoping she would!

Great. Where are you?

Zoe texted back details and a half hour later, Zoe saw Michelle heading her way. Michelle was looking around for Joey, but couldn't see him anywhere.

Michelle was a brunette, about five six, wore her hair in a ponytail and was athletic and toned in appearance. Zoe approached but then decided to play a game. She shadowed Michelle as Michelle continued to look around for her cousin. Glancing back and forth at her watch, she reached into her bag for her cell phone and checked for any new messages. Zoe stood directly behind Michelle and blew on the back of her hair. Michelle turned to face Zoe, her big brown eyes inquisitive. For a moment, Zoe thought Michelle was going to be rude, but then her pupils grew large and she widened her eyes. "Joey?"

Zoe nodded. "Hey cuz!"

"Oh my God, look at you, you're so adorable." Michelle's eyes scanned down Zoe's body. "And built! Wow girl, nice rack!"

"You like?"

"I love!"

They hugged for a moment and Michelle took another look over her cousin's body. "I'm jealous."

"Of these things?" Zoe cupped her boobs.

"Yeah Joe. How come you get those and I only get these?" She placed her hands over her B cups.

Zoe shrugged her shoulders and smiled. "Oh, by the way, I'm kind of trying out Zoe as a name. You know, make a break from the past. Joey. I'd kind of like to put him behind me."

Michelle nodded.

"Come on Zoe, let's go get a cup of coffee."

"Don't you have work this afternoon?"

"I'm ditching. Something better just came up!"

They went to a cafe and ordered a coffee each and decided to split a slice of lemon meringue pie between them.

"So everything is good with your Mum?"

"Thanks to you."

"No Zoe, it took courage to make that step, to own your mistakes and make things right."

"Still, if it wasn't for you, we'd still be estranged. Thank you Michelle, I'll never forget what you did for me. I love you, I want you to know that."

Michelle misted up and leaned across to give Zoe a hug. "Love you too."

Sitting back, they noticed two guys on the table next to them. Leaning in toward Zoe again, Michelle said, "I think we're giving those guys a hard on!"

Zoe glanced out of the corner of her eye. "Wanna make them really squirm?"

Michelle bit her lip and nodded. Zoe shuffled her chair up next to Michelle's so they were both sitting facing the two guys. She lifted her hand up to her cousins breasts and used the back of one finger to trace down her blouse around her nipple, just circling, but having the side effect of making Michelle's nipple harden. She leaned her face into Michelle's and gave her a smouldering look, bringing her pouting lips within a quarter inch of Michelle's own, licking her top lip suggestively with her tongue. 

At the same time, Michelle put her hand on Zoe's thigh and began to rub up and down on her beige skirt. She returned the smouldering look and what started out as something of a joke between cousins had turned into something quite different. Both Zoe and Michelle had dismissed the two boys from their minds. Breathing heavily into each others faces, Michelle made the first move and actually brought her lips to touch Zoe's. Zoe responded, kissing her cousin back, pressing her lips to Michelle's. Parting for a second to lick her own lips again, Zoe felt her cousin's tongue reach out to her top lip and then playfully trapped her bottom lip between her teeth, tugging on it slightly to draw it away from her mouth.

When her lips sprung back, Zoe was feeling such exquisite sexiness inside, that she thrust her own tongue into Michelle's mouth, the two cousin's tongues now duelling with each other. Cupping their hands around each other's faces, they really laid into one another, completely caught up in the moment. Opening their eyes, Michelle's brown beauties looked longingly into Zoe's sparkling blue sapphires. Then at the same moment, they remembered why they had done this in the first place. They looked at the two guys who were grinning like imbeciles and one was trying to disguise the fact that he was surreptitiously filming them on his smartphone.

Soon after, they left the cafe and Michelle took Zoe shopping for some essentials. Returning to John Lewis, Michelle persuaded Zoe to get a makeup consultation. Sitting down in the chair, the assistant evaluated Zoe's natural complexion and then brought out some products she thought would be suitable.

Michelle watched on as Zoe kept looking up at her. There was something between them now, some kind of sexual tension. At that moment, though neither knew the other was feeling it, they both wanted nothing more than to take the other to bed and fuck them senseless.

Twenty minutes after she sat down, Zoe took a look at her face in the mirror. She gasped when she saw herself. She looked stunning. A professional makeup consultation was well worth it, even though the products she was taking to the till cost almost a hundred pounds. She was impressed, it almost looked like she wasn't wearing any makeup at all, her lips were a glossy pale natural pink and her eyes looked bluer than ever before, but now contrasted with discrete black eye liner. Her cheek bones were accentuated without looking made up. The whole thing just made her look natural, but gorgeous.

As they continued to shop, the discussion turned to family.

"So," said Zoe. "Is your grandmother like mine?"

"Oh, no. No, Grams is all woman. It's actually my Mum that was born like us."

"Male?"

Michelle nodded.

"So me, you, my Gran, your Mum, the others, do they all choose to live as women? Doesn't anyone choose to remain male?"

"Not to my knowledge. I mean, Zoe, come on, it's a no brainer! Isn't it?"

Zoe thought for a moment and agreed. "It would be a whole lot simpler if we'd all just been born girls in the first place."

"Simpler maybe. But not half as much fun. Zoe girl, we get to experience life from both sides. I think everyone wonders, don't they? At times. You know, what it would be like if they'd have been born a different sex. See what it's like to live on the other side of the fence. But not many of us actually get to experience it for real. We're really, really lucky Zoe. Incredibly lucky. We get to live as girls having actually known what it was like to be boys. And we can change back at any time and really be boys. I don't think that could ever get boring, do you?"

"Well, since you put it like that, this really is awesome, isn't it?"

"You know what else is awesome Zoe?"

"What?"

"Cock."

"What!"

"Having a cock in your pussy. Oh Zoe, it's mind blowing. The feeling of being stretched and filled like that, of having a guy cream inside you."

"You let a guy ejaculate in you? You could have gotten pregnant."

"I'm on the pill Zoe. You should make an appointment with the doc."

"What for?"

"You can't get the pill off the shelf, Zoe. They don't keep it next to the aspirin and ginseng. It's over the counter, you need a doctors script."

"So what? I just go in and ask him if he'll give me a script?"

Michelle smiled. "Oh no babe! The doctor will want to examine you. You might get a lady doc, but mine's a male. And I honestly recommend you get a male doctor too. He'll want you to get naked so he can thoroughly examine you."

"You mean?"

"Yep! Feet, stirrups, the whole nine yards."

"Oh my God! Just to get the pill?"

"Yep, all women do it, if they want freedom from prophylactics. And it's made me horny as hell, babe. I'm gagging for it!"

Zoe was tingling at the very thought of lying back, her feet in stirrups, her shaved pussy open and exposed for a man to delve deep inside. The idea thrilled her. Although, she wasn't sure she would have been quite so keen had she been born a woman. It might be kind of invasive and deeply embarrassing to a natural born, but one thing she had discovered about her change was that there was now definitely something of the exhibitionist about her. With this majorly cute body she had, she just wanted to show it off.

She was having so much fun with her cousin, Zoe hadn't noticed the time fly. Realising it was almost time that her Mum got off work, Zoe and Michelle went to meet her.

"Mum!"

"Hello baby. Michelle! What are you girls doing here?"

"Mum. Just as a way of apologising to you for me being such a douchebag and as a way of thanking Michelle for getting me to rectify that, I've booked us all a few treatments at the spa. Just the three of us. What was it you said? Mud baths and massages? It's on me Mum, Michelle, I love you guys."

Mrs. Aames and Michelle flanked Zoe, each with an arm around her as they walked to Mrs. Aames' car, parked nearby in the street. The traffic was a bitch, rush hour always was, but 40 minutes later, they had finally made the five mile trip to the spa and it had given them all a chance to chat about stuff in the car and to have a good laugh, Michelle explaining how she had filled Zoe in on matters gynaecological!

The three of them lay naked and face down on the massage tables as their masseuses covered their bodies from tip to toe with hot oils, kneading their muscles to the point of complete relaxation. Turning over, the lady masseuses removed the warm white towels that had been resting over their bottoms.

"Full body massage, Mum. I paid for the works!"

And it was the works too. So relaxed. Blissful.

Showering together, they headed next to the sauna, where they sweated all the toxins out of their pores. The mud baths were next. They had been naked for two hours and no one had batted an eyelid. Stepping into the gooey grey mud was an experience all in itself. It was so warm and deliciously thick. So sensuous. Lying there still, suspended motionless as the mud dried on their faces. It was all so heavenly.

Standing, the mud bath assistant slid her hand over each of their bodies in turn, shedding the mud from their arms and upper torso, squeezing down the length of their legs, from thigh to calf, cleaning the bulk of the mud off them. They stepped out and stood, the three of them together against the wall as the assistant hosed them down, so they could make their way back indoors to take a final relaxing, communal bath together. It was money well spent and after dropping Michelle off at her flat, Mrs. Aames and her daughter Zoe returned home for a quiet dinner together, before settling down on the couch, arm in arm to watch a late night movie.

Zoe woke suddenly, unable to figure out what had disturbed her. Then the doorbell rang. She looked at the time. It was ten o'clock. Again she heard the doorbell and slipped on her old dressing gown and made her way down the stairs. She opened the door and saw Michelle standing there.

"I'm ditching again. What are your plans?"

Zoe didn't have any.

"Great. I thought we could have a fashion show. I can't wait to see you in that outfit your Mum bought you yesterday. It looked really great on that mannequin. And um, I don't know how you're going to feel about this but, I'm kind of hoping you uh, would like to continue what we started yesterday, so um, with that in mind, uh, I've brought something that maybe I could try on!"

Michelle pulled a condom out of her handbag and waved it in the air.

Zoe grabbed hold of Michelle's arm that she was waving and pulled her inside. "God Michelle, you're so naughty!"

"I know, but you love me!"

Zoe smiled. "I do."

But Zoe had done none of her morning ablutions, so she told her cousin to make herself at home while she went back upstairs to get sorted. Deciding to forego makeup, she dressed in her new number and came down the stairs just fifteen minutes later.

"Oh. My. God. Zoe. You are sooo beautiful. I could just eat you."

"Okay! Go on then!"

Michelle's eyes popped. "You mean?"

Zoe nodded. "Yeah! Eat me!"

Zoe was of course braless, the sheer black top was done up to her collar and beneath her leather miniskirt, she wore just a thong. The boots went all the way to her knees and the three inch heel on them brought her up to her cousin's height.

"You are so fucking sexy, Zoe."

"Thank you. And you are."

Zoe and Michelle sat down at the breakfast table. "Can we really do this? I mean, should we? We are cousins, isn't that like incest or something?"

"We're only second cousins Zoe. I don't think that counts as incest. I mean, you can even marry your first cousin in most of the world. Certainly all of Europe anyway."

"You can?"

"Yeah Zoe. So I don't think you should worry about two, only mildly related, consenting adults, consenting to, you know!"

"Okay. So how do we do this?"

"Zoe, I can't tell you how much I thought about this moment last night. I've been wanting it ever since we kissed yesterday afternoon. And then seeing you naked last night, God Zoe, I want you something bad."

Michelle leaned across and kissed Zoe with open mouth, her tongue flitting across Zoe's own, as they passionately swapped saliva. Breaking apart, they smiled at each other, the smouldering look of yesterday present on both of their faces.

"Okay," said Michelle. "Fashion show over, get your kit off babe, you've pulled!"

Zoe burst out laughing. As Joey, she'd used that line herself, many times. It had never worked though.

Michelle had come wearing just a simple pair of blue jeans and a plain grey T shirt with a matching round neck cardy with only the top button fastened. It didn't take long to slip off the cardy and lift her T shirt over her head to reveal that she too was braless.

Zoe licked her lips. Michelle's breasts were fantastic, firm and pert, upward pointing nipples, her skin had more of an all over tan than Zoe's pale complexion. Zoe dipped her head and sucked one of her cousin's nipples into her mouth, swirling her tongue around Michelle's brown areola. Her nipple was so soft, easy for Zoe to flick up and down with her tongue. She switched to the other breast as Michelle let her jeans slide over her hips.

Zoe looked at her cousin's trim legs. She was just so lithe and her panties were the same mid grey colour as her T shirt had been, with one small discolouration on the front which was a much darker shade of grey. Because it was wet. Michelle was leaking with excitement.

Separating her cousin from her last shred of covering, Zoe stood and looked over Michelle's svelte body. She didn't know how she felt about her. She loved her as a cousin and as a dear friend, but she wasn't sure whether there was any more. She wasn't sure whether she was attracted to her sexually or not. She wasn't sure of what her sexuality even was anymore.

Even though she had loved the nature of their kisses, was it because of the naughtiness factor, simple experimentation, or was it because of any genuine attraction? It didn't matter. Right now, she was turned on, there was no question about that. So she would just go with the feeling, let it ride. She strutted around her cousin's nude body, teasing the buttons on her sheer blouse, undoing them one at a time as she circled Michelle. With her top open all down the front, Zoe reached under her miniskirt and pulled down her thong. Picking it off her toe, she traced it up the front of her body between the open sides of her blouse. Inhaling the aroma, she put her panties on top of her cousin's head and pulled them into place so her crotch patch was right in front of Michelle's nose.

"Oh Zoe, fuck me."

Zoe smiled. She was clearly the one in control. Michelle truly was gagging for it, just like she said. Instead of undoing her leather miniskirt and letting it slide down her legs, she instead hoisted it up her body, freeing her pussy, causing Michelle to go wild.

Taking Michelle by the head, Zoe pushed her to her knees. "Suck it bitch!" Zoe's eyes bulged at the outrageous thing she had just said, part regret, part raging horniness. Fortunately, Michelle wanted nothing more. And for the first time, Zoe felt a tongue on her clit, causing her to arch her back and push her breasts out from her blouse. "Nngh," she groaned. Oh, that was just too good.

Michelle licked and licked, pushing her tongue deep inside, tickling up the sides of Zoe's lips, her own saliva adding to the wetness of Zoe's natural lubrication. So intense. Zoe pushed Michelle's head away and dropped to her knees so she could kiss her cousin. Pushing her back onto the floor, Zoe got her first chance to explore another vagina. Michelle was as slick down there as Zoe and soon they were rolling around naked on the floor, pressing their pussies, breasts and tongues together, legs entwining, scissoring their bodies, mound against mound, clit against clit.




Transformations Ch. 04



Zoe dipped her fingers back inside Michelle as she gazed into her eyes. Returning her slick, coated fingers to eye level, Zoe sucked them into her mouth, slurping a taste of her cousin inside. Michelle looked on, clearly wanting the same. So Zoe dipped again, feeding her cousin her own juices as she slurped them off Zoe's fingers. Bringing her mouth to her cousin's, Zoe duelled with Michelle for finger licking duties.

So this was lesbianism.

It didn't take long before they were simultaneously working their tongues into each other's slits, the pleasure, already more than Zoe could have dreamed of or hoped for. When Michelle's fingers found their way inside Zoe, curling upwards against the soft roof of her moist virgin cavern, Zoe discovered a new pleasure. Her cousin clearly knew what she was doing, maybe because she knew what she liked and was able to duplicate that on Zoe. With one finger rapidly stimulating her G spot and a tongue going to work on her clit, both above and below her hood, it took almost no time at all for Zoe to scream out in pleasure. This was more carnal than before, hungrier, more desperate.

As Zoe's chest heaved and she dusted her nipples with tender fingers, her thighs clamped around Michelle's face, holding her in place. Zoe's whole stomach and abdomen spasmed as an incredible wave rode down her canal and she felt a rush of liquid expel itself from her body. God, had she just peed herself during an orgasm?

She lifted her head and released her hold on Michelle, immediately apologising for her incontinence.

"No silly," said Michelle. "You didn't pee. You squirted!"

"I what?"

"You're a squirter!"

"Oh my God, is that good, or bad?"

"That's fucking awesome babe. I've tried and I can't squirt. I just get too sensitive in there, I can't stand it long enough to squirt."

"Let me try. See if I can make you squirt too."

"No babe, don't, please. I can't stand it, it's too much. I only tried it on you to see if you could cope with the stimulation."

"Please. Let me try."

Michelle looked at Zoe, who was giving her a puppy dog face.

"Okay, but if I say stop, please just stop."

"You have my word."

She didn't say stop. Within two minutes, Zoe had Michelle squirting halfway across the living room, high up into the air and over Zoe's shoulders. She was howling like a banshee. But she didn't say stop. When she'd had enough, she simply put her foot on Zoe's chest, in between her boobs and pushed her away.

Being girls, they cleared up the mess they'd made in the living room and then went upstairs. Zoe's room was still Joey's room and despite having had all the windows wide open and a tonne of air freshener squirted in there, it still stunk like a boy's room. "Come on, Mum won't mind."

"You want to have sex in your mother's bed?"

"Yeah. But, as boy-girl this time."

"I was hoping you'd say that," said Michelle, with a look of lust in her eyes. "You first."

Zoe sat on the edge of her mother's bed and began the change. In fifteen seconds, the change was complete. Zoe became Joey and had boy parts again. The boobs were gone and his cock had returned erect. Michelle traced up Joey's penis as it pulsed involuntarily. The boy Joey had still been a virgin, despite what he had said to his friends.

Michelle sucked Joey's cock into her mouth and licked up to the tip, pulling back on his shaft skin and releasing his head. It throbbed and Michelle rubbed her lips all the way down the underside of Joey's hard stick, before sucking his balls into her mouth, one at a time. One quick flick of her tongue under Joey's frenulum, then Michelle asked if he wanted to use a condom.

"There's really no need though. I'm on the pill and I am clean, I have a, God, I can't believe I'm saying this, I have a steady boyfriend."

"You what? You didn't say. That's wonderful Shelley. What's his name?"

"Stanley."

"Oh, I'm so thrilled for you. But, do you want to stop? Is this cheating or something?"

"No, I don't want to stop. But I have just thought of a way I could make it up to him. He keeps dropping hints of how he'd like to have a threesome. Is that something you might be interested in?"

"I don't know, is he um, you know..."

"As small as you?"

"Hey! Watch it! I'm not small. I'm massive."

"Not as massive as Stanley, Joey!"

"Do I need to be jealous?"

Michelle rubbed Joey's cock and raised her eyebrows, "I know I am!"

Joey laughed and placed his bare cock at Michelle's slick entrance.

"Fuck me Joey. Fuck my brains out. Fuck me 'til I turn blue and you have to give me the kiss of life to revive me."

Michelle lay back and Joey's cock prodded at the entrance to the promised land, about to venture where it had never been before. Leaning forward, he was surprised at how easily it slipped in. Kissing Michelle and fondling her breast with one hand, he started to pound into her.

"Faster," cried Michelle. "Harder. Harder!" she squealed. "Harder," she gasped, having the breath knocked out of her mid word. "Yes! Oh Joey. Yes. Fuck! Yes."

Joey pounded as hard and fast as he could, but being his first time, he soon got tired and asked to switch position. Rolling over, Joey lay back and Michelle started to ride her cousin's cock, hard and fast. Joey became mesmerized by the bouncing of Michelle's breasts. In the male form, Joey definitely saw the attraction, but his thoughts were now much more ambiguous than they had been before. There was a male element and a female element and together, he was sure he could have sexual fun either way, maybe even guy on guy.

Michelle was screaming, leaning backwards as she fucked to make the most of the tensile strength of Joey's hard cock. She stopped screaming and let out a low, guttural roar, "FUUUCCCKKKK!" Her body froze on Joey's cock, squeezing it tightly, pulsing, gripping it.

He could last no longer. The walls of his cousin's vagina grasped his cock, causing it to erupt violently inside her. Joey had finally popped his male cherry. That just left one more cherry to go.

After getting them a cold drink to share, Michelle returned to the room in time to see Joey change back into Zoe. Handing the soda can to Zoe, Michelle set about transforming into Michael.

It was so strange and Zoe wasn't sure she'd ever get used to watching it happen. But the crazy thing, even though Michelle was taller than Zoe, Joey was in fact taller than Michael. And not just taller, bigger too. Although, from the sounds of things, Stanley had them both beat!

Zoe knelt in front of her cousin and watched his cock bob up and down in front of her. Slowly, she leaned in closer. She was just about to reach out with her tongue, when it bobbed up again and tickled under her nose.

Zoe giggled and opened her mouth wide to catch Michael's penis. She licked around his head. Then, positioning herself just right, on the end of his cock, she pursed her lips and allowed Michael to slide to the back of her throat. Zoe gagged. First time and all. But she liked it. It was nice. She took a deep breath and tried again, relaxing a bit. That was better. So salty. And slippery. Yummy!

Michael placed his hands on the back of Zoe's head and pulled her towards him a few times, just fucking her mouth. "God Zoe. You've gotta stop, you've gotta stop now."

"Why?"

"Because if you don't, I'm going to cum, in your mouth and all over your face and tits."

"Please. I want you to."

"No babe. Another time. I want you to feel my cock in you. A blow job can wait."

"Okay."

"Right. I'm gonna put the rubber on, okay Zoe? Better safe than sorry."

Zoe lay back and parted her thighs. She held onto her ankles, with her feet suspended in mid air and waited for Michael to take her virginity. Michael lay between her legs and opened up her labia and started spreading them around, looking inside. He could see her hymen. It was still reasonably intact. New to being a girl, she'd never had a tampon in there, nor a vibrator, but there were a couple of small holes near the bottom and a bigger one near the top. He thought he'd felt that one when he found her G spot earlier.

Holding her open, he spat into her vaginal opening and with his finger, massaged it around, trying to stretch the thin barrier, soften it up a little.

With his penis in hand, he pressed slowly at her entrance. Fresh was the memory of losing his own female cherry, he didn't want to hurt her. But he knew that once the initial discomfort was over, it could still feel good. He pressed a little harder and Zoe tensed up.

"I don't know Mikey," she squirmed.

"Relax Zoe. I won't hurt you. I promise."

Michael could feel his dick pressing against her hymen.

"Mikey, I don't know. Are you in the right place?"

"Take a deep breath Zoe and when you let it out, let it out slowly, okay. Just try and relax your muscles, don't tense up. And I'll push, okay?"

Nodding, Zoe did as he said and as she let her breath out, she felt a great pressure and then a short, sharp stinging sensation as her hymen tore and Michael slipped all the way in. "Ow-ow-w-w-w-!" she cried.

"Are you okay?"

She adjusted herself slightly. "I'm fine. It's okay now. Just felt a little weird. Like ripping. Keep going."

Michael began to drive his penis deep into Zoe's vagina. Almost immediately, Zoe found her bum lifting to try and meet Michael on the in-stroke. "Hey! I like it. This is good."

Michael smiled, feeling more at ease now that he knew he hadn't hurt his cousin too much. He made sure to look at her, into her eyes, showering her with baby kisses all up and down her face and neck as he gently thrust in and out of her.

"I think you can go a little faster, Mikey."

Michael increased his pace.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Yeah!. Oh!" Zoe was breathing raggedly, making a little grunt on every stroke, "That's good, yeah, yeah, yeah. Oh!" It was so filling. "Oh, get off me. Quick, quick, get off."

Michael got up and his condom covered cock slipped out of Zoe and was spotted with blood. "Are you alright?"

Zoe just ran out into the hallway and Michael got up and followed her, afraid he had damaged her. He saw her go into the bathroom and walked in behind her. She was sitting down, with her head back, her fingers between her legs, spreading her lips, taking a piss.

"I'm sorry Mikey. I don't know where that came from. All of a sudden, I just had to go."

He started laughing, relieved. He remembered he had had to take a piss straight afterwards, his first time, too. Zoe finished and when she tore off a few sheets of toilet paper to wipe, she noticed her fingers were covered in blood. She grabbed a few more and wiped around inside her. Washing her hands, she opened the bathroom cabinet. Lube. Did her mother have some in there?

"Shower gel? Do you think that would work?"

"As lubricant? I don't know."

"Shaving foam?"

Michael shook his head.

"Oh wait, here we go. Is that lube? Water based. I think it's lube."

"Yep, looks like lube. Wanna give it another try?"

"Try and stop me baby!" said Zoe, eagerly.

A minute later, Zoe was back on the bed, spread-eagled. Michael had got a clean condom out and Zoe was massaging the lube into her pussy.

"It's a little tender."

"You wanna stop?"

She shook her head.

"No. I'm fine. Come on big boy. Fill me up!"

"Big boy?"

"Yeah, well, I figured if I called you that, it would reflect well on me!"

"Ahh! I get you now! It's like that old joke about why are women such bad drivers. Because men keep telling them this..." he held his fingers two inches apart. "Is six inches!"

Zoe laughed. "Exactly. Now blow my mind, Mikey. Blow my mind."

Michael again started thrusting his penis into his cousin, but with access now easier and the lube helping, Zoe found the pleasure almost right away. There was something on the roof of her vagina. She didn't know what, but it felt like little ridges. And whenever she felt the tip of Michael's cock flare underneath those, it brought excitement to her loins.

Michael resumed his kissing and even managed to get one hand on her breast to squeeze it and tease her nipples. Again, Zoe's bum started rising to meet Michael's cock and she found that she liked the slap of his balls on her underside. On one slow inward stroke, she clamped her thighs around his balls and held his cock in place, inside her and then just started to grind her mound into his pelvis. That engaged her clit as well, something she liked to have engaged.

Releasing his balls, she made more effort to try and stay in contact with his pelvis and pretty soon, she was feeling it. She was in the zone. It started with sort of a warm itch, inside her that she wanted to scratch but knew she couldn't. And it rapidly spread along her nerve endings to all parts of her body, her feet, her nipples, even the tips of her fingers tingled and her ears began to sweat.

"God Zoe, you are so beautiful. You've gone pink all over."

"Yes baby, fuck! YEEEEESSSSS!" Zoe screamed, she screamed on top of her voice. It was almost blood curdling. "Fuck!" she gasped. Her muscles clenched and her face contorted and she knew she was strangling Michael's cock inside her. She let up her grip slightly so he could continue to thrust. She wanted him to finish and had enough experience of her own to know that he was nearly there, but not quite. So she squeezed his cock tightly on each outward stroke, slowing him down, but upping the sensitivity level that he would be feeling. The harder he had to push in and pull out, the more pleasurable his feelings would be. And then his face clenched and drifted to one side. His stomach tensed as he spewed his load into the rubber sheath. Finally, he collapsed on top of Zoe and then fell off to her side.

She placed her hand on his face and stroked him. His eyes were shut, but Zoe's were wide open. As he regained his breath, he looked at her, leaning in to give her a peck on the nose. They lay there side by side, not even talking. Talk was cheap after all. Michael turned back into Michelle and the two girls got under the covers and cuddled up together. After a little while, Michelle spoke.

"How do you feel?"

"Wow! Incredible. Just so incredible." A tear trickled out of the corner of Zoe's eye. "I never thought when I woke up today that I would have had all my cherries popped by lunch time!"

"Well, technically Zoe, there is one more."

"Huh?" Zoe realised. "Oh! Yeah, I'm not really into..."

"Cock? Zoe, you are. You so definitely are. You're a natural cocksucker if ever there was one."

"Shelley! That's so naughty."

"Babe, when you were sucking my cock, you were loving it every bit as much as I was. And now that you've got your emotions in check, you can't tell me that you don't want it. Come on, let's try. I've never done it with a guy, as a guy. What do you say? It will just be between us. We can always stop. And if it's bad, we won't ever talk about it again."

Zoe had to think about it. Sure, as Zoe, the idea of sucking her cousin's cock had appeal, but if she turned into Joey, would that appeal remain, or would she only barely be aware that she was male in that moment? There was only one way to find out. And Michelle had said they could always stop if it was too weird.

"Okay. Get your cock out, cuz!"

"You first girlfriend!"

They did it together, transforming into their male counterparts.

"Now what?"

"Just do what comes natural."

Michael lay back as Joey knelt between his legs. Crawling up, he sucked Michael's cock into his mouth and swallowed it whole, taking it all the way to his tonsils and beyond, pushing down into his throat. He slipped off the end with a pop and licked his lips. He was already as erect as his cousin was. Lying down flat on top of Michael, Joey found himself face to face with his male cousin, eyeball to eyeball and lip to lip. They began kissing, Joey's penis throbbing up against Michael's and vice versa, between each other's thighs.

Pulling his foreskin back, Michael took hold of Joey's penis and pushed his head to Joey's, tugging Joey's foreskin over his own cock head. Then he let his foreskin roll on top of Joey's, sealing the two together. He held them both as one, gently rubbing up and down, docking.

"Oh yeah, Mikey. That's so good. I can feel your slit, right up against mine." Joey cupped and squeezed Michael's balls as Michael continued to masturbate both cocks as one.

A build up of slickness from precum was making it harder to keep them both interlocked, so for the time being, they separated and Joey lay above Michael, both of their cocks now pointed up towards their belly buttons, rubbing side by side.

Gently thrusting together, they dug into each other's mouths with their tongues. Joey felt a stretch coming on, he was getting that feeling in his body where he wanted this. His body was telling him, go for it, get stuck in. He reached for the condoms and popped one into his mouth, then placed his lips at the tip of Mikey's cock, unravelling the sheath as he took it deeper.

"God Joey, you're a natural. I think you want cock more than you want pussy."

Joey smiled wickedly, then turning around, placed his ass over Michael's mouth.

Giving his cousin's ass a lick, Michael's tongue probed inside and he used his finger to help push as much saliva as possible into and around Joey's puckered hole. Swallowing one of Joey's testicles, Michael gave his ass a slap.

Changing his position to kneel over his cousin's hard cock, Joey reached around behind and guided the rock hard penis to target. Pressing more of his weight down, the moment came. Entry. Sliding down further, he took it all inside, up to the hilt. It filled him and he could almost feel it in his belly, as if it had grown twice in size. Slowly, Joey began to ride up and down, enjoying the feeling, his penis surprisingly losing its erect status, falling flaccid, the pleasure was nevertheless insane, but of a completely different nature. It was a contrast of pleasure and pain, yin and yang, right and wrong. And it was wonderful.

With every thrust, Joey let out a little cry, a whimper, unable to contain them, desperate for cock as much as his next breath. Oh it was so intensely pleasurable in a way he would never have imagined. There was no living without this. Whether male or female, from now on, anal was going to play a big role in his life from now on. He was going to be an anal slut, that much was for sure.

Changing position, Joey got down on all fours, his ass lips opening and closing, begging to be filled. Michael came around behind and obliged, pushing his cock into his cousin's ass. Pounding from behind, he pushed him off his hands and onto his elbows.

Joey's head hit the pillow and he looked around behind at Michael taking control of his ass, becoming the master over him. His own cock, soft and limp, almost superfluous to his needs, dribbled a steady stream of precum onto his mother's bedsheets.

"Hit me Mikey. Slap my ass," he screamed breathlessly. "Please."

Michael began hitting Joey, making him scream out loud from pain and pleasure. His face contorted and he gasped for each breath as cock slammed into him and beautiful pain shot through his whole body, a direct pathway to his brain, endorphins, subspace.

Michael came in the rubber and slipped out of Joey's ass and collapsed alongside him. For Joey, there was no climax, but the whole experience had been immensely pleasurable. It was like a sustained period of mini orgasmic shocks and Joey found himself feeling around to his ass with his fingers, so he could prolong the sensation yet further.

Then Joey felt Michael's tongue on his fingers, pushing them out of the way. Michael wanted to lick Joey's ass. He rolled Joey over onto his back and kneeling above him, pulled off his used condom, squeezing the last drops of semen out of his softening cock into the rubber.




Transformations Ch. 05



"Can you change back?"

"No. I don't think so. I'm stuck. Oh God, Michael, what am I going to do? What am I going to tell Mum? She was so happy that I decided to be Zoe. Now I'm this? Michael, what am I?"

"Shh, don't panic. Just take a minute, relax and then try again."

"Which way?"

"I don't know. Which way were you changing?"

"Um, Zoe into Joey, I think."

"Well, try for Zoe then."

Zoe tried. "It's not working Michael."

"Well try the other way."

"I just did. Neither one is working. Oh my God, oh my God."

"It's okay Zoe, don't get worked up, it'll make things worse."

"How can you tell me not to get worked up? Michael, I broke myself."

"I'll call my Mum."

"Your mother. No. Why?"

"She'll know what to do."

"Oh my God. I don't want her knowing about us. I don't want anyone knowing about us."

"Zoe, you have to do something."

"I have to clean up, that's what I have to do. I have to wash Mum's bed and put on clean sheets and vacuum and scrub the floor downstairs."

"Zoe love, you can't ignore it. Pretending won't make it right. We need to call Mum. She might have seen it before, it might have happened to her or, or, she could know what to do. Time might be of the essence."

"Fine. Call her. But help me clean up too."

**

Three months had passed. There was no quick fix. No one in the family had ever encountered such a thing before. Zoe still had her penis, but her body and voice was otherwise completely feminine. She continued to dress as a woman and had even more clothes than before. Joey's room was gone. Some of his stuff had been boxed and placed up the attic, but Zoe's room was very much a girl's room, neat and tidy and smelling sweet.

Zoe had a new job. Modelling of all things. She'd been spotted in the street about a week after the incident. It beat working down the pub. She'd joined an agency and been hired out to amateur and semi-professional photographers looking to do a bit of glamour photography. Nothing tasteless though.

One time she had shown her nipples as she tried to squeeze herself into a boob tube. Just a half nipple on one side and a glimpse of areola on the other. The camera flash came as a complete surprise, but she had to agree, it was a great photo. The exasperated look on her face as she struggled with the tight top was pure gold. From that one photo alone, she'd made over six hundred quid. That kind of dosh would take three weeks to make as a barmaid.

She had more time to herself though. The hours were kinder and she certainly didn't miss working nights. While not every shoot was as financially rewarding, money was no longer such an issue. As her ever expanding wardrobe was testament to.

Michael's Mum had been left flabbergasted. That afternoon had not bee a pleasant one. The whole family descended on Zoe, even relatives she barely knew, but who were transformers, like herself. Zoe just had to stand there as she was poked and prodded and closely examined by all and sundry. It was deeply embarrassing. The family doctor had even made an appearance after work. A doctor making a house call, wow! To what did she owe that privilege?

Gran was the most supportive and the most calm about the whole thing. It'll all sort itself out in good time, don't you worry Zoe darling. Well, it had been three months and nothing was sorted. But overall, Zoe was happy. She was enjoying girly living. She was loving her new relationship with her mother. And everything was really pretty good.

Sexually she was no worse off than she had been as a boy. She had a wonderfully sensitive body and her penis was as capable as ever. Of course, now she was also an anal slut and had a collection of dildos and vibrators to keep her sated in that regard.

Michelle and Zoe had been encouraged to stay apart. No one had been terribly impressed by their antics on that day, those in the know, which was not many. It was thought best that they put it behind them. Even though it wasn't technically incest, in a small, close-knit family, it certainly had that reek about it.

And that was fine by Michelle too, because returning to Stanley, she had been overcome with remorse. The moment she saw him, the realisation of what she had done with Zoe hit her. She had cheated. And she didn't want to feel that way again. It had depressed her, knowing it, seeing Stanley oblivious to it, walking around not knowing a thing about it.

It had been a wake up call to Michelle, so in that respect, it had been a good thing, because now she truly knew how she felt about Stanley. She loved him and she wanted him and only him. They were engaged to be married.

Basically, the only spanner in the works of her new life was dating. Joey had never had any success there, not even once. But Zoe was a much nicer person and even though Joey was still inside her, he was more docile than ever. He was nothing but a big pussycat now.

But dating was problematic. Zoe leant both ways. She liked girls, she liked boys, almost in equal measure. The trouble was, most girls and boys were not as enlightened when it came to the presence of a certain sexual organ on an otherwise female form.

Zoe had dated guys, gone out with them. She had no shortage of admirers in that respect. What red blooded male wouldn't want to jump her bones? She was gorgeous. She was a model, after all. Kissing was nice, fondling was nice, even giving the occasional blow job was nice, but when it came to going the whole hog, her penis was an unwelcome addition. It was having the same effect as a cold shower on all the guys. So they were pretty much out.

She'd picked up a few girls too. Lesbians. She'd hoped for better luck - hey, she might actually have been able to put her penis to good use. But sadly no. It wasn't to be. If anything, the lesbians had been just like the red-blooded males. Downright cruel upon discovery of her member. They didn't want one of those getting in the way thank you very much.

No, what Zoe needed, was someone of a more feminine mindset. But how would she get a straight woman or a gay male to fancy her?

And then it dawned on her. Just because Joey's clothes didn't fit her anymore didn't mean she couldn't go out and buy herself some nice men's clothes. She could put her feminine good taste to work and select a stunning wardrobe for herself to wear.

So that's what she did. She strapped down her breasts tightly, removed all her make up and even cropped her long blonde hair short because the wigs she tried on just looked like wigs. She had it cut nicely, still long in the front, but cut close to the back of her neck and sides. It was kind of an ambiguous cut, slightly androgynous perhaps, but appealing nonetheless. She had nothing to worry about in the penis department, but she was a little short for a man. Lifts helped there, but even so, she was still on the small side.

Taking her mother shopping, she bought an outfit, not too dissimilar to the style she had adopted. Waistcoats, skirts and blouses were her thing as a woman. A waistcoat, shirt, tie and trousers would be her man style. Something Joey would never be caught dead wearing. But that was fine, because for all intents and purposes, Joey was dead. This was Joey Mark 2.

"Sweetheart, you look so beautiful."

"Mum! No. Guys don't look beautiful, they look handsome."

"Sorry baby. You look handsome. Incredibly handsome."

"Thanks Mum. Wish me luck."

"Luck," she said, crossing her fingers on both hands.

Mrs. Aames kissed Zoe on her way out the door. She wore a pair of black trousers, a crisp black shirt, open collar, black waistcoat and a white tie to complement her blonde hair. And she went on the prowl in what was to become her trademark attire.

The women she encountered at clubs and bars didn't seem to take her seriously. She was still short and effeminate looking for a man and one prospective date had even asked Zoe if she was a woman. But after a few weeks of fruitlessness, she stopped being so fussy, approaching a woman of larger build who had clearly been striking out too.

"Hi. I love your dress. Is that Donna Karan?"

"Primark."

"Oh! Well it's very pretty anyway. Hi, I'm Joey."

"Are you a dwarf?"

"What? No. I know I'm short, but..."

The woman scoffed and shook her head. "Look, I'm not really into..."

"It's okay, it's fine. Sorry for bothering you."

Zoe left dejected, her hands in her pockets, her head down, a feeling of hopelessness seeping through her. It was to be a bad night for her, though she didn't know quite how bad, as of yet. Walking up the street, she heard revelry coming from a bar, so ventured inside. Everyone in there was male. Was it a gay bar? She'd been meaning to try one, but just hadn't got around to it yet.

As she walked cautiously inside, she began to have doubts. There was something a little off about the clientele. While she didn't have much experience of gay men, she knew from the TV that all gay men were lovely people, colourful and bright and bubbly, kind and compassionate, borne out of years of discrimination. But this place, these people, something was definitely off.

Most of the guys looked like bikers, clad in leather and silver rivets, caps and chains, tattoos and piercings, some weren't even wearing anything on top and one or two even wore brassieres. Even if she was looking for a gay man - and there was no reason why she wasn't, this wasn't quite the gay man she had in mind. She was a little scared of her surroundings and so cautiously approached the bar with no shortage of eyes upon her.

"Half a lager please."

"The drink's on me, cupcake!" someone called out from behind. Zoe turned and saw a leather clad man with a shaved head, a handlebar moustache and big muscles. He looked like a wrestler. He had such enormous arms and pecs, clearly visible since his leather waistcoat was wide open down the front, exposing too his six pack stomach.

"Thank you."

"My pleasure. What brings a little thing like you into a place like this?"

"It sounded like a friendly atmosphere from outside."

He turned to his companions and grinned. "Oh, we're friendly alright. We're real friendly."

Zoe smiled awkwardly, afraid of any hidden meaning he was trying to convey in a not so subtle manner.

"How about we take this out back?" pointing to her drink. He placed one hand on her arm and squeezed it tight.

"Um, sure," said Zoe, wanting to be polite and not offend him in any way.

He held open a door for her, obscuring the brass plate from view. It was the toilets.

"No I'm... I think there's been a mistake," said Zoe, feeling incredibly anxious.

"Well let's see if we can rectify that, little one."

"No please."

She tried to open the door but it was being held closed from the other side, no doubt by this ruffian's friends.

"Please, just let me go. I won't say anything."

"I bought you a drink. Don't be so ungrateful."

"I, I'll pay you." Zoe went in her pocket for some change but the brute knocked it out of her hand

"I don't want your chump change. I want your ass."

He pushed himself on her and started kissing her.

Zoe was in a state. She had no idea anyone could be so awful, least of all a gay man. She kept thinking, all the ones on TV are so nice, so friendly and cheerful. God, was that just TV stereotyping? Of course Zoe, don't be so stupid, girl. Why would all gay men be the same, conforming to a single character type? Bad was bad, whether gay or straight. And in that moment she felt sick.

His hands were all over her body and she started screaming for help. He released a flap on the front of his leather trousers and his huge hard cock stood to attention and he pressed it into her stomach. Even that was tattooed and pierced. Had a fierce look about it, a big curved barbell of a ring and dark black ink halfway up his shaft. And he didn't have any foreskin covering his head. It was like a mini version of his actual head. And Zoe was terrified.

"Please no," she started to cry. "Please," she sobbed, taking a good look at him, her eyes directly level with the distinctive tattoo on his neck, stylized fingers in a V salute riding a motorcycle.

The gay man looked at her then ripped open the front of Zoe's shirt, revealing the cloth she had holding down her boobs. He pulled at that too until Zoe's boobs flopped out.

"You're a fucking woman!"

Then he did something that surprised Zoe and cupped his hand in her groin. "You packing plastic, bitch?"

He unfastened Zoe's trousers and pulled down her pants.

"Oh my God, what the fuck are you? A fucking shemale? Get the fuck out of here you fucking freak."

Zoe burst into tears. The brute grabbed hold of her arm, yanked open the door and pushed her out into the bar area, her breasts shiggling for all to see. Her penis too. She was manhandled all the way to the door, unable to compose herself. Then she felt the cold night air on her genitals as she was pushed into the street on her knees, sobbing uncontrollably. It was the worst experience of her life. How could a gay man be such an utter bastard?

**

Another three months had passed and Zoe had been on no more dates. She hadn't gone out at all looking to hook up. She'd been too afraid, so traumatised had she been. Mrs. Aames had wanted Zoe to lodge a formal complaint with the police, get that bastard for attempted rape, but Zoe would have none of it. She just wanted to put it behind her, she didn't want to keep dredging it up day after day, putting herself through the additional ordeal of a court case, where her status as a transgender woman would no doubt come to the fore. Her story may even have ended up in the newspapers. And that was something she just could not risk.

Everything had suffered though. She had lost out on modelling jobs because of the trauma. Whenever she was left alone in a room with a man, any man, she just became hysterical and had to get out of there.

Truth be told, she had become reclusive, even fearing every unexpected knock at the door. Mrs. Aames had found Zoe a support group, women who had been subject to violent assault, even rape. It was there that Zoe discovered other's had had it worse. It didn't make what happened to her go away, but it did give her access to people who knew what she had been through and were only too willing to be supportive.

Not a day went by that Zoe didn't at least try to change. Male or female, it didn't matter, either would be fine. Because this was limbo, stuck somewhere that the world had trouble dealing with, even if she didn't. Zoe actually liked her body, she liked that it was so feminine and that she could wear girl's clothes. And she liked being able to use her penis. Her orgasms were better than Joey had ever had because she was able to enjoy sensitivity from her breasts and of course, the vibrators she would put up her backside. From a purely masturbatory point of view, she had few complaints.

It was just that she lacked human contact. Evenings were spent at home with her mother, now her very best friend in the whole world. Gran would come over in the daytime a couple of days a week and keep Zoe company. She was just so grateful for her Gran and Mum, that they were both there for her. But Zoe still craved love in her life. Intimate love. For someone to have her back, someone whose arms she could relax in, feel safe.

Six months had gone by and her body hadn't changed, even the memory of being able to change had faded and some days she would wonder if it had all been a dream. She began to consider a more permanent solution to her problem.

Gender reassignment.

Transgendered women did it. Some of them did anyway. She just didn't want to keep facing such an uphill struggle to find someone understanding, who she could spend time with, grow to love. At least as a woman, regardless of how it was achieved, she would have an easier time. A larger pool of people would be available for dating. And love.

So it was what she was considering. Having a sex change. She was half way there anyway. All she really needed was a snip here, a snip there, a bit of vaginoplasty and she'd have her pseudo vagina. She'd be what she longed to be.

And so, Zoe found herself online a lot, reading up, all about it. She found forums and got involved in them. Made new friends, found that many of them were not too far away. Yes, some were on the other side of the world, but there were many in the country, although most seemed to be either in London or Brighton, so within 200 miles.

She had come to really enjoy being online with her friends. There was Ashli and Brenda, Rebecca and Lexi, Les and Leann. How she loved them. They were all so kind to her, so supportive. She couldn't have wished for better friends.

And then there was Simone.

Simone was the nearest of them all, living just forty miles from Zoe. Both Welsh girls, although Simone was a few years older. The two had become so close online, there really was no good reason why they shouldn't meet. But Simone was fearful, afraid that if Zoe saw her in the flesh, she would see all the flaws that Simone saw in herself. She didn't want to lose Zoe's friendship. But on this one thing, Zoe persisted.

Arriving at the station, Zoe got off the train and looked around for Simone. And looked. And looked.

There was no sign of her. Zoe started to believe that Simone had stood her up and her heart began to sink. She sat down at the terminal and looked up at everyone going past. But no Simone.

After half an hour, Zoe put her face in her hands and began to cry.

And that's when Simone sat down alongside her. Zoe looked up and wiped away her tears.

"Simone?"

Simone looked down at her own lap, ashamed that she had hurt her dear friend so.

"Zoe."

"Simone!" Zoe cheered up and flung her arms around Simone, leaning into her and hugging her tightly. "What happened? Where were you? I was worried something had happened to you."

"Zoe, I'm sorry. I've made a terrible first impression."

"No..."

Simone shook her head. "No I have. I got here a whole hour before the train got in. I was so excited to finally meet you. But so anxious too. And when the passengers got off the train, I thought you'd stood me up. I looked around and I just couldn't see anybody like me. And then I saw you. And you were wearing exactly what you said you'd be wearing, so that I'd recognise you. But the more I looked, the more I felt ashamed. Embarrassed. Zoe, look at you, you're so beautiful, you're a girl. And look at me, I'm nothing like you. I'm five foot ten, broad shouldered, no hips. You were just so gorgeous and I'm so ugly."

"No, you're not ugly. You're beautiful."

"I'm not, you don't have to say that."

"I'm not saying it. I mean it Simone. You're so lovely, your hair, your skin, it's so soft, your face is so feminine, your eyes, they sparkle. You have a stunning figure Simone, I'm envious."

"Zoe please, you're so kind, but I know it's not true."

"Simone. It is true. It's all true, but it wouldn't matter to me if you were six foot six and two hundred pounds. I like you for you, for who you are, who I know you to be. You've shown me your heart Simone, you can't make that stuff up, you can't pretend. I've seen you, real you and I love that person I've come to know. And that person is you."

Simone had tears in her eyes and Zoe smiled at her and then hugged her all over again. "Simone, please try to understand how much you mean to me. Apart from my Mum and my Gran, you're the most important person in my life. You're my best friend who I'm not biologically related to!"

"Oh Zoe. I wish, I wish I could go back and do all this again, only, I wouldn't hide from you this time. I'd stand there proud. And I'd smile. And I'd shout out, Zoe, it's me Simone, I'm over here."

Zoe smiled, a tear in her own eye. Then she bit her lip and got up. She ran to the turnstile and pretended to have just got off the train. She looked around for Simone.




Transformations Ch. 05



Simone saw what she was doing, so she stood up and walked to the centre of the concourse. And called out. "Zoe! It's me, Simone. I'm over here."

Zoe looked in her direction and smiled. And ran to her, flinging her arms around her friend.

"Hi, I'm Zoe! Have you been here long?"

Simone burst out laughing, tears freely trickling out the corners of her eyes. They proudly strode out of the station, hand in hand.

And that was how they met for the first time.

**

Another month passed and Zoe and Simone kept up their online relationship, but now they texted too and spoke on the phone at least once every day and always last thing at night, before bed.

Since meeting Simone in the flesh, Zoe had really fallen for her. But she had become so anxious too. She wanted her, but she had a secret and didn't want to scare her away. All she could think was, what if she changed back, one way or the other and Simone couldn't accept her anymore, for being what she was. She just didn't want to lose her.

But they were going to meet again. Simone was coming to see Zoe and she was going to meet her mother.

Zoe was waiting at the station and leapt into Simone's arms the second she got off the train.

"God, I've missed you."

"I've missed you too, Zoe. I can't believe it's been a month already."

"I know, crazy isn't it!"

Zoe took Simone shopping in town first, checking out clothes in the boutiques and department stores, grabbing coffee together, sharing a cake. Then at lunch time, Mrs. Aames came and met the two girls.

"Hello, Zoe's told me so much about you."

"It's very nice to meet you, Mrs. Aames."

"Oh, Sandy, please."

"Sandy." Simone smiled.

"Zoe darling, could you nip over to the coffee stand and get me a takeaway?"

Zoe was puzzled, but went and stood in line for a coffee about ten yards away.

Mrs. Aames had deliberately sent her daughter away so she could have a moment alone with Simone.

"Simone, I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart. I don't know what you did for my daughter, but since she returned from meeting you that day, there's new life in her. She was receding from life and I was so desperately worried for her. But after meeting you, I got my little girl back." A genuine tear ran down Mrs. Aames' cheek. "And I just know I have you to thank for that."

Simone was overcome with emotion and had to dab away at her own tears.

"Zoe is so lucky to have you, Sandy. An understanding mother to love her so unconditionally. I wish, I wish my mother was like you."

"Mum... coffee!" Zoe returned holding a cardboard cup, with a puzzled expression on her face. What was so important that she had to have coffee all of a sudden?

"Thank you dear."

They sat down on a nearby bench and the three of them chatted away for a little while, then Mrs. Aames had to make her way back to work. "See you girls tonight. I've booked a table at Chez Henri for seven."

"Seven? Who else is coming?" Simone asked, uncertain whether she would be comfortable with that many people.

Zoe smiled. "No silly! Seven o'clock!"

Simone realised and began to blush. Mrs. Aames walked up to Simone, put her arms around her and gave her back a quick rub. "I wouldn't do that to you darling. It's bad enough just meeting the mother!"

Simone began to jiggle in Mrs. Aames' embrace and when she pulled away, both had a warm smile and a look of mutual appreciation.

"You're Mum is so nice, Zoe."

"She's the best."

"I wish my mother was... was even one quarter the person your mother is."

"Why? Don't... I'm sorry, it's not my place."

"No. I'd like to tell you Zoe, if only so you know what it could be like. Can we go somewhere?"

There was a park in the city centre that Zoe sometimes went to. It was pretty and semi secluded. Flowers and green lawns, scattered with wooden benches. Office loners would go eat their lunches there. But it was nearing two and only a few remained.

"Zoe, there's so much love between you and your mother. My mother and I barely speak. My father and I never speak. He disowned me."

"What? No!"

Simone put one hand on Zoe's and squeezed it, nodding, then proceeded to tell Zoe her life story.

"The first time I tried on my mother's clothes, I was just a kid. It wasn't sexual or fetishistic, how could it be? I didn't know about those things. I was just naturally drawn to them. I thought they were so pretty, my Mum was so elegant. I worshipped her. I was her little boy and she loved me so very much. We were always so very close. When I was young. I didn't wear her panties or her bras or anything. I didn't even know about sex or masturbation. I just wanted to look pretty like my Mum.

"Then when I hit puberty, I didn't know what I was supposed to be. I didn't hang out with boys all that much, but I found that even though I did hang out with the girls, I was never really on the inside of any of their groups.

"Boys used to make fun of me, but, I didn't let it bother me. I found myself attracted to a few of them. There was one boy in my class who had this peculiar thing, that when he laughed, he would touch you, put his hand on your arm. I fell in love with him, but I kept it secret, I didn't say anything. I didn't know it was alright to be gay. It was school, school is cruel. Be gay, it gets worse. That's just the reality.

"And it wasn't like I didn't like girls, because I did. I mean I was attracted to them too. There was this one girl who I was in love with the whole time I was in school. She was so pretty, but I was so shy around her, couldn't even speak to her, which was SO odd for me, because I spoke to girls more than I spoke to boys. Just not her.

"So I wasn't concerned because, I might not be gay, I might be fine, I might be just... something in between. But I was damned if I was going to be bullied for something I might not even be, so I used to stare at this girl in class a lot and then look away when she caught me. I would write her name in ink on my hand. Sally.

"And then, as the years went by and I got older, sometimes I would have the house all to myself. I'd be home alone, with time to spare. And I'd go into my mother's closet and just touch her clothes with my fingers, feel the silks and satins, wools and cottons. Nylons, I loved the nylons. I used to hold them to my cheek and just imagine being a girl. I think, in my heart of hearts, that's when I knew. I felt like a girl inside. Like it was what I should have been born.

"I'd read an article about how male and female brains actually looked different, under autopsy. You could place the two brains side by side and say that one's male and that one belongs to a female. But the article was about transgender people and how their brains looked like those of the opposite sex. That someone born male, yet who felt female, that person's brain was indistinguishable from an actual female brain. And I wanted someone to operate on me, take my skull apart and tell me I was female. I wanted it so much and I believed it so strongly. I just wanted to be able to tell other people that I only had the wrong body, I had the right brain.

"How I used to come home at night and fantasize that everything was sorted. I'd had to go into hospital for something and during tests, they'd scanned my brain and seen that it was female and told my parents and told the school. And all the other kids had been given notes to hand into their parents saying that Simon Edwards wasn't a boy. He had a girl's brain and from now on, he was going to come to school as a girl. Oh Zoe, it was such a fantasy of mine. I longed for it, I really did.

"And then on bath nights, the laundry hamper was in the bathroom. I would run the bath and lock the door and go in the hamper and root around for my mother's dirty clothes. Clothes that weren't really dirty, but had my mother's smell on them. I would pick them out and try them on. I didn't even put on her underwear, I just liked to dress in my mother's blouses, do up the buttons on the other side, put on her skirts, which by then, actually fitted me nicely. I would stand in the full length bathroom mirror and just twirl around to my heart's content. She even kept some of her makeup in there and I would put on some of her lipstick and try out her eye shadow and mascara.

"And then when the bath was run and up to the top, I'd strip out of her clothes and line them up on the floor next to the bath, just lie them down flat so they were in the right place and looked like a person. And I'd feel all over my body with my hands while I imagined myself in them. After that, I never thought of girls or boys much when I masturbated. I almost always thought of dressing myself up in my Mum's clothes and being a girl underneath.

"And then one day, in the bathroom, Mum was gathering up the laundry, separating it all into piles in preparation to take down to the washing machine in the kitchen. I was just rounding the top of the stairs when she saw me and I saw her. She was sniffing her clothes, taking deep breaths of them. Blouse. Skirt. Even inhaling her bra and panties which I hadn't worn. She had such a look of bewilderment on her face. And then she looked right into my eyes and stopped me dead in my tracks.

"And I knew she knew. She didn't say anything, she was my mother, she loved me and she would never embarrass me. But in that moment, I knew she knew that I was trying them on. And I stopped. Just like that. Never tried them on again, never went in her closet.

"But after that, there was always a slight edge between us. It was like she distrusted me. And rightly so, I couldn't blame her for that. And it upset me. It upset me because I was the one to hurt our relationship. She still loved me and doted on me, but we both knew, there was just something that we couldn't speak of.

"But then there was this thing that had started happening at school. People were talking and playground banter had spilled over into our parents' realm. Some people had been saying some things about me, whispers, about how I would get erections sometimes in the showers after Games. I did, it was true. But my cock was so small, it made me feel less bashful if there was a bit of length in it, that other's could see.

"Nobody had even spoken to me about sex and I just didn't see erections in front of other men as being a big no-no. But my father wasn't so understanding and took me aside one day. I want to know if you're gay, he said. Just like that, out of the blue. I don't know, Dad, maybe.

"I'm not having a gay son, he said, very matter-of-factly. You sort yourself out boy, or there'll be hell to pay.

"I was eighteen and in my last year of school. My Dad had just threatened me. And I couldn't even turn to my Mum..."

Simone broke down in tears and could no longer speak. She just began sobbing. Zoe was having to fight to hold back her own tears, but didn't hesitate to wrap her arms tightly around Simone.

Calming down, Simone brushed away her tears and composed herself once more. Taking a deep breath, she continued.

"I always got on so well with my Dad. He knew I was never into kicking a ball around. That kind of stuff just didn't matter to him. He always looked out for me, he had this instinctive way of just knowing when I was feeling awkward or uptight and he'd drop whatever he was doing and come play with me. Entertain me, no matter anyone else. I was more important. I was his son.

"But faced with me not being his son, but a... poofter in his eyes, he couldn't take that. He couldn't accept that. He wouldn't accept that. Never. He made it clear. I was not allowed to be gay and have him as my father.

"But I didn't feel gay. I just felt like I should be a woman. And a woman fancying a guy is not gay. It's not.

"So that's when I came out and said it all. Mum and Dad were in the living room. I went through my Mum's wardrobe and picked out an outfit. I put it on, I even went to the bathroom and put on her make up. And I stood at the top of the stairs for what must have been nearly an hour. I was trembling so much, knowing at any moment, one of them could come up the stairs and see me.

"But that was what I wanted too. I wanted them to see me. Really see me, for who I was... inside.

"In the end, I just did it. I couldn't stand there anymore just shaking the way that I was. I put one foot on the next step, thinking I'm going to get half way down, turn around, run back up and take everything off and just be who they wanted me to be. A normal kid. A boy.

"But I didn't stop half way, I just kept on going. With each step, I just got stronger, empowered. I was more certain than ever in my life, that this was me, the true me.

"I stepped into the living room and just looked at them. They were both watching the TV in the dark and hadn't even seen me. Mum... Dad, I said. They turned to look at me and I don't think they could quite make me out, because it was dark in the living room except for the TV and the hallway was lit behind me. So I switched on the light, the switch was right by the side of me.

"I never heard my Dad swear in front of me, not ever. In that one moment he saw me and saw what I was wearing..."

She started crying again and Zoe wrapped her arm around her waist and squeezed hold of her.

"In that one moment, he more than made up for it. I'd never heard such filth. Such angry, vile filth, oh God Zoe, it was awful..."

Zoe was crying as much as Simone, couldn't stop herself.

"He was my Dad, Zoe. My kind, loving Dad. And then he wasn't. It was like he died, like I lost him, though in some ways it was worse. If he died as the Dad I'd always known and loved, I'd be sad, but I'd know that I loved him and he loved me. Doing what he did, hurt so much, hurt me so much. And now, he doesn't love me and I don't love him.

"It was so awkward, because I was living at home. I was still in school and my Mum wouldn't let him throw me out of the house, though I know it was what he wanted. So he ignored me. I would go to him some days and beg, or just cry. Please Daddy, love me, I would say. But he'd just get up and leave the room without even looking at me.

"But it was all out in the open now. Everyone knew. It had got around. Everyone in my family knew, cousins, uncles, aunts. People in our street, local shops. Everyone at school, teachers, pupils. They would call me names. So there was no stopping me at that point. I had nothing to lose.

"I went to the Gender Identity Clinic in Charing Cross. And for the first time Zoe, the very first time, there were people who understood me and didn't judge. They supported me, they were there for me every step of the way and I met others just like me, so many of whom had a story just like mine.

"I had a couple appointments, blood tests, a physical, but they started me on the hormones pretty quickly. I had electrolysis and so many people were willing to help me feminise myself and provide support. I knew I had done the right thing because for the first time Zoe, I wasn't living a lie."

"Oh Simone, you poor thing. I feel so desperately for you. All alone, losing your Mum and Dad like that."

"I didn't lose my mother. She was still talking to me, but quietly, behind my father's back. She would give me money and write me letters. I was living in a flat then, school was over and I was doing what they call a real life test, living 24/7 as a woman. They said that I'd need to before I could have surgery, but honestly, I wasn't thinking of surgery, not then. I just wanted to be true to myself.

"And Mum would call me when my father was out and I'd go over and see her. And she'd hold me in her arms and tell me how much she loved me."

"But, I thought you said..."

"That came later Zoe. About a year later. It was Dad's fiftieth birthday and they were having a party. The whole family. About twenty people. Mum invited me, said she'd make sure everything was fine. I walked in, dressed as a woman. And this was the first time that any of them, besides my parents had seen me dressed as a woman. Mum's brother, Dad's sister, their families, my cousins.

"The whole room went silent. And my father looked at me, for the first time since, he looked me in the eye. But he wasn't my father, there was no love in his eyes for me, only absolute disdain. He told me to get the fuck out of his house and never to come back.

"My mother yelled at him and said I was her son and she didn't want to lose me. He gave her an ultimatum. Him. Or me. She looked in my eyes, tears running. And she just mouthed the words, I'm sorry to me. And that was the day I knew where I stood. I was on my own.

"She still writes, we talk occasionally. But she didn't choose me. And I'm reminded of that every time I hear from her. She didn't choose me, Zoe. My own Mum, she didn't choose me."

"Well I choose you, Simone," Zoe said, crying her little heart out. "I choose you."

By now, it was Zoe who was the more upset of the two and it was Simone's turn to comfort Zoe.

A meal out that night was just what they needed. Mrs. Aames paid for everything and Simone stayed the night, sharing Zoe's bed, the two sleeping side by side and talking well into the night, two girlfriends, two best friends.

Not a day went by that they didn't talk and not a week went by without a visit, from one to the other.

**

And then the day came. It crept up on her, she hadn't realised. It was one year, to the day, since her incident. That day with Michael, with Michelle. One whole year she had been trapped in between.

It was a day of acceptance for her. If this was how she would have to live her life, then so be it. Her mother loved her, Simone loved her and she loved both of them and had no cause to be sad or ungrateful. Life could be so much worse than what she had. She had love, real genuine love.

And she was going to do something about it.

"Simone, we've known each other for a while now and there's something I've been meaning to say to you."

"Zoe?"

Zoe smiled.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"No. No Simone, what I'm saying is, I'm in love with you. I'm in love with you and I want to be with you." Zoe's heart was pounding. "And I hope you want the same."

"Zoe... I... I don't know what to say."

"Say yes."

"Zoe... it's not that I don't love you. I do, God knows I do. But..."

"You're not in love with me?"

"No."

"Oh."

"No. No, that's not what I mean. What I mean is... no, that's not it."

"Then what is it?"

"Oh Zoe. You're such an angel. And you can do so much better than me. I'm... look at me, I'm..."

"Do you love me Simone, do you love me like I love you?"

"How do you love me Zoe?"

"Simone, when I'm with you, the world becomes small. I stop being afraid of it, because you are like this brilliant ray of sunshine, just shining on me, that shows me the way and keeps me warm. I'm never alone when you're with me. My heart flies, it sings, it soars, whenever you're near. You're the most beautiful woman I know, the most special in every way imaginable and I don't want to spend another day, another second without you knowing how I feel about you. Because every day I wake up, you are the first thought on my mind, you're the last one at night and you're pretty much every one in between. In the simplest way I can say it Simone... you make me happy."

Simone stared at Zoe, not knowing how to respond.

"Say something..."

Still she could not react, so Zoe stepped towards her and on tip toes, she leaned in to kiss Simone on the lips for the first time. Her lips lingered for a few seconds, then she stepped back from Simone, waiting for her to respond in some way.

When no reaction came from her, Zoe turned to leave.

"Zoe..." Simone rushed after Zoe, caught hold of her arm, spun her around and kissed her with all her might, pushing Zoe back and back and back until she bumped into the wall.




Transformations Ch. 05



"I just can't react with you, Zoe. I look at you, almost every day now and I have to pinch myself. How did I get so lucky to find you and have you in my life? I want you Zoe, be in no doubt of that. I just... I don't know why you want me. You're a ten, a perfect ten. I'm not, I'm nowhere near."

"No Simone, you're a one. You're a perfect one, my love. You're my perfect one. I want no other, only you."

Simone and Zoe embraced once again, though this time it was a tearful embrace.

"Take me to bed," said Zoe. "Make love to me."

Simone was 27 years old and she was a virgin. She'd never had a real girlfriend or boyfriend, despite having been attracted both ways in the past. Zoe was the first girl that Simone ever thought was perfect. She loved her for her soul. Everything else was pure bonus.

Simone blushed. "I don't really know what I'm doing Zoe."

"Do you trust me Simone?"

"With my life Zoe. With my life."

"Then trust this. Trust that I love you, trust that I won't hurt you. And trust that everything we do is between us and us alone."

Simone nodded and Zoe proceeded to undress herself in front of her. When she was all the way naked, Simone just drank in the delights of Zoe's body.

"You're so gorgeous Zoe. I don't know how you do it, how you look so naturally feminine. Your breasts are... they're just so real looking Zoe."

"Simone, my beautiful Simone, all of this, all that you see before you, it's yours now. It belongs to you. I give myself to you, now and forevermore."

Simone smiled and plucked up the courage to begin disrobing. She slipped her flowered beige and maroon dress off her shoulders and down over her hips and let it fall to the floor. She stood before Zoe in a black padded bra and black panties.

Simone ran her fingers through her long black hair, slipping it behind her shoulders, before putting her arms behind her back to release her bra. What appeared to be a B cup in the bra soon became an A cup without it.

"They're so small, I'm sorry. I'll get surgery for you, have implants Zoe."

Zoe hugged Simone and kissed her neck. "Baby, when will you start to understand? To me, you... are... perfect."

"Zoe..."

"I love you Simone. You have no reason not to feel good about yourself. You are beautiful and feminine and desirable. I just wish you'd see that, I wish you'd see in yourself what I see in you. You have no apologies to make. There are billions of people out there in the world, but only one for me. The chances that I would find that person are infinitesimal. And yet, here you are, the one girl in all the world for me, slowly getting naked in my bedroom!"

"Oh Zoe... thank you. You say just the right thing."

"It's easy to say the right thing, when the right person is standing right next to you. Now come on babe, sling your knickers and let's fuck!"

Simone guffawed, right in Zoe's face. Slipping her hands into her panties, she caught hold of her cock and let him slip out the top. "Someone wants to say hi."

She let her panties fall to the bedroom floor and stepped out of them. Zoe had her cock in her own hand and brought it up to touch Simone's. "Hi there." Zoe rubbed her cock into Simone's. "See, they like each other. Look how hard they're getting!"

Simone couldn't wait. She kissed Zoe on the mouth and led her backwards to her bed. Sitting her down, Simone knelt between her legs and sucked Zoe's cock into her mouth, easing up and down on her shaft skin with her fingers, she sucked all around Zoe's head, tickling under the tip with her tongue.

"Oh Simone, that feels so good."

Simone started sucking steadily in and out on Zoe's cock and soon, Zoe was holding onto the back of her head, pushing and pulling away at it, setting up the right rhythm.

Oh that was so good. There was just something on a mental level about Simone that appealed to Zoe. As Joey, she would have liked girls, as Zoe, probably boys. But as she was, with both Zoe and Joey inside her, she craved both. And neither. What she craved was Simone. Masculine and feminine all at once. The amalgamation of the two.

Even though Zoe thought of Simone first and foremost as a woman, she knew she had been born male, just like she herself had. And there was just something so exotic and erotic about that whole concept, yin and yang, male and female, all in one, together, whole, as one. It would be a lie to say that she wasn't just as attracted to the remains of Simone's male side as she was to her female side.

And she was giving a killer blow job. She instinctively knew what to do, where to do it. And where not to do it. She was an expert on the male penis. Yeah, like there was such a thing as the female penis! But as she thought about it, maybe that wasn't such a stupid thought after all. The female penis - what they both had. The feminine touch, feminine thoughts and ideals, feminine sentiment and sensitivity, feminine sexuality and fantasy, feminine taste and desire, feminine kindness and compassion. And suddenly, it began to make all the sense in the world. The female penis - so much more than a male penis could ever be, because it had a female heart behind it. No matter, Simone was an expert on it, regardless!

Gently cupping Zoe's balls, concentrating her tongue just under the head of her penis, where the two halves came together with frenulum running in between, Simone sucked and popped and squelched away as though Zoe's cock was the tastiest lollipop the world had ever seen. Zoe's chest heaved up and down on the bed and she had to focus her breathing to keep from passing out, so exquisite was the feeling Simone was generating.

With her eyes remaining tightly shut, the image in Zoe's mind was of Simone's face. "Ohh!" The noise she made surprised her and a moment later she was yelping like an eager puppy. "Pleeeaassee!"

Zoe popped, her whole body convulsing, her chest going in and out, her breasts heaving, her stomach tensing, her bottom lifting and falling. It was a whole body orgasm, so reminiscent of the ones she had briefly known a year ago today. Zoe's hands came up to her head and she didn't know what to do with them, she just lay there flailing like her body was all new and it had never been taken for a test run before. Today, her body was a Lamborghini, not some Prius, not some hybrid. Today she was a sports car, a performance car, an exotic.

Simone crawled up and over Zoe's body as Zoe opened her eyes and put her arm around Simone, who was still licking the sides of her mouth to make sure she hadn't missed a single drop of Zoe's salty goodness. Smiling, they kissed. "I love you Simone. That's the best I've ever felt in my life."

Simone lay her head alongside Zoe's and gazed longingly into her eyes. Cuddling up next to her, she entwined her leg over Zoe's and stroked her chest with her hand.

"I'm sorry babe, you're going to have to give me a minute. I can't move."

Zoe fell asleep and Simone just cuddled next to her, stroking away at her hair ever so softly, smiling in sweet contentment.

Zoe was stirred awake by the feeling of Simone sucking on her cock once again. She was already in a heightened state of arousal. "No. Please no. I can't. You... I haven't, oh God. Simone... ohhhh!"

And then for the second time, Zoe blew her load into Simone's mouth.

Coming up alongside once more, Zoe shifted onto her side. "Oh Simone. I'm sorry. You took me to paradise. I was helpless, I couldn't fight it off, I just drifted. Oh baby. My turn."

Simone lay on her back on Zoe's bed. Her breasts were so small now that she lay like that, but her areola were so puffy and her nipples were big and round and soft and beautiful just like any other woman's nipples. Zoe cupped Simone's breasts and felt her natural soft tissue that had developed there as a result of the hormones she had been taking for the best part of a decade.

"Do you want me to get them done?"

"Your boobs?"

Simone nodded.

"Why? What's wrong with them?"

"They're ever so small."

"Since when did size matter?"

"On my back I look like a boy."

"On your back you look just like the woman I love. Your boobies make not one bit of difference to me. I love them just as they are, I love you just as you are. But baby, I'll love you just the way you are whatever way you are. Just so long as you don't get those really big boobs that look like you're carrying a baby in each one!"

Simone laughed. "I just think, maybe I wouldn't be quite so self conscious if I did. It can be hard you know, even when people aren't looking at you, you do kind of think that they are. That they've seen something. Caught a glimpse of your Adam's apple, seen that you've got big hands or big feet. Or that you're tall or broad shouldered. Having small boobs just adds to it. Getting them done. It's sort of more for them than for me. Because men see boobs and their brains think woman. But if the boobs aren't there, their gaze drifts and then they start noticing the other things."

"Men are such pigs!" Zoe grinned. Only because she knew it was true. She sucked one of Simone's nipples into her mouth. "But I support you whatever you decide to do Simone. And that's something you need to get used to from now on. Wherever you go in the world, whatever you may do, whoever you may encounter, I'm going to be right there at your side, supporting you 100%. I've got your back baby. Get used to it."

Zoe sucked in her other nipple and Simone arched her back. Gradually kissing her way down Simone's body, Zoe saw that she was not fully erect. While she wasn't soft any more, she just wasn't rigid. So Zoe placed her lips at the tip of Simone's cock and kissed her head, tugging back her foreskin, she flicked her tongue underneath and around the mushroom tip, tickling underneath and running her tongue all the way down her shaft to her balls, sucking her whole ball sack into her mouth and swirled her tongue around underneath them. Releasing them, she slid her lips up Simone's hardening shaft and licked all around, making it super slippery.

"I'm not great at cumming Zoe. Sometimes it's a lot of work and I don't get there. But I just enjoy the feeling. It doesn't matter if I don't cum."

"It does to me Simone. I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to swallow all that you have to offer me. I want to drink your juice baby."

"There's not a lot of juice in me, Zoe. But sometimes, if I really need to cum, I work my ass as well."

Zoe bounced onto her knees, crawling up over Simone so that her own erect cock and balls dangled over Simone's face. Zoe reached onto the shelf behind her bed and grabbed her ass dildo, a big thick black thing, thicker at one end than the other.

"Oh Zoe, that will never fit."

Finding herself back between Simone's legs, Zoe pushed them up out of the way, making access to Simone's ass easier. She licked all the way from her balls to her ass, then spread her cheeks a little. Simone wriggled on the bed to make things easier for Zoe, who then probed into Simone's ass with her tongue. Looking up at Simone, Zoe licked her finger and felt around for Simone's pucker. She pressed in and found it was tight. Licking her finger again, she had another try and slipped in just a little, then after another lick, she was able to push her finger in all the way up to her knuckle. She wiggled her finger around inside Simone's ass.

Licking her finger again, she started to lick the dildo up and down, getting it really wet. Then she deep throated it. Pointing it at Simone's pucker, she pushed gently, trying to find a way inside. But it wouldn't fit. It was too big. So Zoe turned it around and took the thinner end into her mouth, once again deep throating it.

Perched at Simone's entrance for a second time, Zoe gently manoeuvred the dildo, giving it one extra lick for luck, then pushed inside. It went in about three inches and slid out all by itself. So Zoe licked it again and pushed inside, holding it there. Simone moaned and Zoe began to push it in and out slowly.

"Ohh Zoe," Simone sighed, breathily.

Zoe pushed deeper, stretching Simone until about four inches of dildo were inside her. Simone squirmed and made a little grunt. Zoe took that to mean, that was far enough. So Zoe carried on humping Simone gently with the dildo and sucked Simone's wilting cock back to life with her mouth.

"Mmm!" Zoe licked her lips. "Precum."

Simone heaved on the bed, rubbing her nipples, scissoring them between her fingers, licking her own lips.

The dildo slipped out and Zoe again sucked it into her mouth.

"Oh Zoe!" Simone gave her a look, like there was no need to do something so naughty.

Zoe smiled and licked it again, although it was perfectly clean, not even any ass biscuits. There was a faint taste though, but it wasn't anything horrible - it may even have been plastic. Zoe turned it around and again licked the thicker end.

"Oh Zoe, it will never fit."

Zoe gave Simone's ass a little rub with her hand as Simone splayed her legs wide, up in the air. Holding the thick end to her hole, Zoe twisted it a little and stretched Simone who was holding her breath. She was halfway in. And then Simone's ass took it, gobbling it up, pulling it deeper inside.

Slowly, Zoe began to work the dildo again and sank her mouth back down onto Simone's cock which was dribbling precum in little pools on her pubis.

"Ohh!" Simone squirmed. "Oh Zoe, oh Zoe, oh baby, oh!" she breathed heavily.

Zoe pumped in and out, almost to the point where it would slip out, but then she pushed back in.

Simone's cock was now as hard as lead. Pulling the dildo all the way out, Zoe again licked it clean in an expression of love, just as though it were cum.

Licking her finger, she found Simone's hole and pushed inside. It slipped in easily. Her hole had been expanded quite some, just from a few minutes with the dildo. Zoe loved the slackness and wriggled her finger around inside Simone's ass, pulling out and licking her finger eagerly, then back in again, she was addicted to tasting her.

"That's so dirty."

"Does it turn you on?"

"Like you wouldn't believe, Zoe."

Zoe smiled. "I love you Simone." Zoe gave Simone's ass a prod with her tongue and then shoved the dildo back in. Kneeling, she caught hold of Simone's legs to bring them together and down to lie flat on the bed, the thick end of the dildo perched up Simone's ass. Then Zoe kneeled over Simone so her own erect cock was touching Simone's. She proceeded to rub her hand up and down Simone's shaft with one hand. Then she pulled back on Simone's foreskin and pressed her own penis to Simone's, rolling her own foreskin down over Simone's head.

Holding the two cocks, joined in place, she ran her fingers down Simone's shaft and that was all it took.

The feeling of her ass clenching the dildo, of Zoe's cock bonded to her own, of a hand on her cock and her own fingers on her breasts, Simone erupted and jerked on the bed in the best orgasm she'd ever had in her life.

Zoe smiled. Simone was pretty out of it, she was moaning and screaming and flailing helplessly, like a monkey falling from a tree. Letting go of her penis, she pulled back on her own foreskin and squeezed out all of Simone's cum, which was clear rather than white. She wasted no time in slipping back between her legs, pulling them apart, gently easing the dildo from her ass and dropping it on the floor without cleaning it this time. She had a much tastier snack in mind.

Sucking Simone's cock into her mouth, Zoe created a vacuum and squeezed her fingers from ball sack to tip, robbing Simone of every last morsel of juice which, as Simone had intimated, wasn't very much. Then she set to work licking up all the tiny little cum spatters that were just sitting there on Simone's belly. "Ohh! I've never tasted anything this good. This is the taste of my Simone, my lover, my love." In reality, it was a mere fraction of Zoe's load.

Zoe crawled up over Simone's body and lay down on top of her, penis to penis, breast to breast, nipple to nipple, lip to lip.

Simone had tears in her eyes and they were welling up fast, threatening to run down her cheek. "Zoe, oh!" The tears began to trickle.

"Ohh baby. It's okay. I'm here. Let it all out. You're safe, I've got you."

They held onto each other tightly, just gazing at one another, lightly nibbling on each other's lips, kissing, tongues reaching out, sucking. It was so erotic, just the simple art of kissing. Lying in each other's arms for a while, they eventually went and showered together.

**

"Mum?"

"Yes sweetie?"

"Mum, can Simone come live with us, I mean, with me?"

Mrs. Aames walked over to her daughter and sat her down. "You love her very much?"

"I do Mum. With all my heart."

"Then, who am I to keep the two of you apart?"

"Really Mum?"

"Really sweetie. I hope you'll both be very happy together."

**

The day came that Simone moved in. And wouldn't you just know it, Zoe wasn't there to help. She'd got a modelling call at the last moment. She was going to blow it off, but Simone had talked her in to taking it. It was good money for a day's work. But I wanted to help, Zoe had said. You just enjoy yourself, have a good day. And by the time you get back, I'll be all settled.

Mrs. Aames was there in Zoe's place and it actually gave them a chance to get to know each other better. Lugging heavy boxes and carting them upstairs to Zoe's room was hot work and the two women found themselves sitting at either end of Zoe's window seat with a bottle of cold beer being shared between them.

"Sandy."

"Yes darling. What's on your mind?"

"It's... please, tell me to mind my own business, but..."

"It's alright, you can ask me anything."

"What happened to Zoe?"

"What happened? When?"

"Before."

Mrs. Aames had to think for a moment. "Before the two of you met?"

Simone nodded. "When I first got to know her, she was just so shy and... I think, a little bit scared, like she was retreating from the world."

Mrs. Aames nodded. "You changed her Simone. You saved her."

"Please, if it's none of my business, just say. I won't be offended."

"Have you asked Zoe?"

Simone shook her head. "I just didn't want to take her somewhere that she didn't want to go."

"Um... that's probably a good idea. To not go there with her. At the time, all she wanted to do was put it behind her. And it's not something I would bring up, but you love her and I think you have a right to know, because, it's you that's she's going to depend on from now on, it's you that she's going to turn to and you can't do that job without knowing about it. So I'm going to tell you. But it's not pleasant."

Simone came and sat closer to Mrs. Aames.

"She was dating, looking to date anyway, not having much success. Not with girls, not with boys. She went into a bar, it was a gay bar, though it wasn't a nice gay bar. A man bought her a drink and took her out back, well, into the bathroom. And he attacked her."

"No!" Simone screamed out, shocked and upset, tears immediately coming to her eyes.

Mrs. Aames had to fight back her own. "He uh, overpowered her and uh, ripped her clothes off, saw what she was and um, from what I gather, he pulled her by the arm into the bar, in front of all those other people, on display for them all to see. And threw her out into the street."

It was more than Simone could take. She sobbed away in Mrs. Aames' arms for nearly an hour.

**

"Gran?"

"Yes darling?"

"I'm in love."

"I know. Your Mum fills me in every night."

"She does?"

Gran nodded and smiled and put her hand on Zoe's.

"I don't want to lose her Gran."

"Why would you lose her Zoe darling?"

"Because she thinks I'm just like her. And I'm not. And one day, I could change. I could change into Joey and he'd be a stranger to her. And she'd say, I don't know you, you lied to me. And it would be true. A lie by omission is still a lie, isn't it?"