© Copyright 2011 - Lobo De la Sombra - Used by permission
Storycodes: M2f; M/f; clothes; discovery; mast; climax; hum; cons/reluct; X
Billy Marston flopped down on her bed, her cheeks puffing out with frustration. She hadn’t realized becoming a girl would be this much work.
None of her clothes fit any more. Of course, they were sized for her boy body, not her new girl body, so they were loose in some places, way too tight in others. So as a first order of business, her mother had taken her shopping. Which, of course, led to a fight.
Billy, still thinking like a boy, had chosen clothing that she would have wanted to see a girl in when she was still a he. Her mother, of course, objected to each and every one of her choices. And since her mother was paying for everything, guess who got the last word?
“You’ll be glad,” she’d said. Billy had just grumped, unhappy because her mother had allowed her to buy only one of the things she’d wanted. Out of spite, she’d selected the item her mom had most disapproved of.
Next had come the task of cleaning out all her boy clothes. “Keep them,” her mom had said, “you’ll need them again next year.” So all her old clothes had been folded, boxed and stored on the top shelf of her closet, their places taken by an array of bras, panties, skirts, slacks, shorts, blouses. It had all seemed to take forever.
“Your father and I are going out for a bit. Do you want to come along?”
“No, thanks.” At this point, the last thing Billy wanted was to spend more time with her mother. “I think I’ll just listen to music or something.”
“Ok, dear. We should be back in a couple of hours.”
Once her parents were gone, Billy decided to try on some of her new clothes, settling on a knee length skirt and a tight, clingy top she’d managed to slip past her mother’s radar. Mischievously, she wore nothing underneath. Moving around the room, she flexed and rotated her shoulders, enjoying the way her nipples rubbed against the material of the top.
Satisfied, she grabbed a magazine and threw herself onto the bed. She’d only just started reading when her bedroom door crashed open.
“Hey Billy, how’s it feel to be…….holy cow!”
Billy glanced over her shoulder to see Jack, her best friend, standing in the doorway, his mouth hanging open. Following his gaze, she realized why he was staring. Laying on her stomach, feet in the air, knees slightly apart, Jack was looking right up her skirt, right at her……. Blushing, Billy rolled over and quickly threw her legs over the side of the bed, sitting up and pulling down on her skirt.
“Um, hi,” she stammered, surprised to find herself still blushing. “Sorry for the free shot.”
For a moment, Jack continued to stare, then pulled himself together and entered the room, closing the door behind him. Leaning against the door, he continued to openly ogle.
“Damn,” he whispered, “you’re hot!”
“Um, thanks,” Billy muttered. Her body might be female, but her mind was still 100% male, and being stared at by a guy, even her best friend, wasn’t a comfortable feeling.
Smiling, Jack walked over and dropped onto the bed beside her. Billy felt herself tense slightly. They’d sat shoulder to shoulder many times before, playing games or watching movies, but now, somehow, it felt different. She forced herself to relax.
“Does it feel really weird?”
Billy shook her head. “It definitely feels different, but not in a bad way. It’s kind of hard to explain, but you’ll find out next month, when you get the change.”
“And you’re completely changed? I mean, completely?” At Billy’s nod, Jack said, “Show me.”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Billy asked, indicating her breasts.
“How do I know those are real?” Jack insisted. “It could be padding or something.”
“Touch them then,” Billy said, exasperated. “See for yourself.”
Jack reached up and cupped both breasts. Billy’s nipples, already hard from the feel of her top rubbing against them, poked out against the thin material. Billy’s eyes closed and she moaned softly, barely noticing when one of Jack’s hands left her breast. Her eyes flew open when she felt him slide his hand beneath her skirt and begin stroking between her thighs.
“Um, Jack, I don’t think you should do that,” she protested weakly, her hands making feeble moves to push him away.
“Why not?” he asked, grinning. “I know you like it. You’re soaked down there.”
“But you’re my best friend, and I…..Oh God!” Billy’s hips bucked involuntarily as Jack’s finger slipped inside her.
“Did you just cum?” he asked.
“I think so,” Billy replied shakily. “I’ve only cum one time before in this body, so I’m not really sure.”
Jack’s grin widened. “Well,” he said, “if I made you cum, shouldn’t you have to return the favor?”
“I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” Billy replied, then Jack’s finger found her clit, and a spasm shook her entire body, leaving her limp.
“But it’s only fair,” Jack insisted, tugging at her top. Still limp from her response to his touch, Billy couldn’t muster the strength to resist as he quickly removed her clothes, leaving her laying naked against him.
“Jack, please don’t,” she begged, watching as he quickly stripped off his own clothes. As he climbed onto the bed, she eyed his dangling erection with something resembling fear. As good as his touch had felt, she had no desire to feel him inside her. In response, Jack simply rolled her to her back, then moved over her.
'I don’t believe this', she thought. 'He’s my best friend, and he’s about to rape me'. Slowly, he lowered himself until she could feel the tip of his erection brushing against her lips, then both froze at the sound of car doors outside.
“What’s that?” Jack asked.
“My parents,” Billy replied, unable to hide her relief. “They must be home sooner than they expected.”
Jack leaped from the bed and grabbed for his clothes. “If they come in and find us like this, they’ll kill me,” he said, frantically getting dressed. “Put something on, will you?”
Her strength returning under the impetus of fear, Billy rolled from the bed and dressed, this time making sure to include bra and panties. Moments later, Billy’s mom knocked and entered, finding the two seated together on the side of the bed, pouring over a magazine.
“Jack,” she said, startled. “What are you doing here?”
Jack shrugged. “I thought I’d come over and see how Billy’s doing.”
Billy’s mom frowned slightly. “That’s nice,” she said, “but I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you not to come over when Billy’s father and I are gone, at least for a while. She still needs time to get used to her new body.”
“Ok,” he replied, rising. “Well, I guess I’ll see you later, Billy.”
“Sure,” she nodded.
Alone again, Billy threw herself back on the bed, nearly gasping with relief. That had been too close! And with no protection of any kind, who knew what it might have led to? She wasn’t sure she wanted Jack back in this room ever again.
Still, it had felt so very good. Billy stroked her body softly, then decided a long hot shower was in order. Maybe the sound of the water would help hide the sounds she knew she was going to be making.
* * * *
“Can I come in?”
“I don’t know. In fact, I don’t know if I ever want you in here again, after what you almost did.”
Jack’s head drooped. “I know,” he said softly, “and I’m sorry. What I did was wrong.” His head came up, almost defiantly. “But you’re so beautiful,” he said. “I lost it, and I’m sorry. It’ll never happen again, I swear.”
Billy gazed at him silently, the slowly nodded. Today, she was wearing shorts and a looser top. As Jack settled gratefully onto the side of the bed, she moved to place several inches between them.
“But,” she said sternly, “if anything like that happens again, you’re gone for good. Understand?”
Jack nodded. “You’re still my best friend,” he said, “and next year, you’ll be you again. I mean, you’ll be a guy again I do want us to still be best friends when that happens.”
“So do I,” Billy replied. “But you have to understand. This body may be female, but my mind is still male. Something to do with hormones. The brochure they gave me before I went in explains it. My female body responds to what it feels, but my male hormones don’t know how to handle it. So, until all the male hormones are replaced with female ones, it’s going to be very hard to control my responses.” She grinned suddenly. “Besides,” she continued, “my hormones are still male enough that I don’t want anything to do with your cock. So just keep it in your pants, and we’ll be fine.”
Jack stared at her a moment, then laughed. “Am I going to be this way once I’m changed?”
“You’ll be worse, you always are,” Billy retorted, glad to see Jack laugh again at her words. “Come over after and we’ll compare notes.”
With everything settled, the two relaxed, soon starting their favorite game. As they played, though, Billy couldn’t help but steal glances toward her friend’s crotch. What, she wondered silently, would it have felt like?
story continues in Billy 3