Rick & Mike

“You can do what?”

Rick stared at Mike in disbelief. He couldn’t believe what he’d just heard.

“I can change people,” Mike replied. “Anyone I want, in any way I want.”

“Yeah, right. Have you been dipping into your dad’s wine cabinet again?”

“I’m serious,” Mike insisted. “I can make any change I can imagine. Why do you think I stopped wearing glasses?”

Rick shrugged. “You got contacts,” he said.

Mike shook his head. “I don’t need them any more. I gave myself perfect vision. I’m telling you, I can do it!”

Rick frowned. He couldn’t believe Mike would persist in telling a story like this. “So,” he said, “if you can change anyone, any way, can you make my dick bigger?”

“If I wanted to.”

Rick’s frown became a sneer. “But, of course, you don’t want to, so you don’t have to prove you can do what you say.”

“I’ll prove it,” Mike said. “I’ll change myself. My whole body.”

“Oh? And what are you going to change it to?”

“A girl.”

Rick shook his head. “A girl? Come off it, Mike. Nobody can do that.”

“I can,” said Mike, picking up a duffel bag he’d brought with him, “and I’ll prove it.” Turning, he started toward the door. “Follow me.”

Still shaking his head, Rick followed his best friend out of his bedroom, then down the hall. At the bathroom door, Mike said, “Wait here,” then vanished inside.

As he stood in the hall, Rick wondered what had gotten into his friend. They’d been bragging to each other, as teenage boys often will, when they have nothing better to do. They’d just graduated a month before, and neither was in any hurry to think about the future. So they’d simply been talking, each trying to top the other’s last story. Until Mike came up with his bombshell.

For several moments, he heard nothing, then the doorknob rattled. Rick grinned. That door had been sticking for as long as he could remember, and Mike always did have a problem getting it to open. Grasping the knob, Rick gave it an expert twist, then pushed the door open, only to freeze at what he saw on the other side.

Standing in the bathroom was the most beautiful Asian girl Rick had ever seen. Slim, yet perfectly proportioned, a fact made clear by the skin tight red satin shorts and skimpy bikini top she wore. For a moment, she stood quietly under his gaze, a small, triumphant smile on her lips. Then she brushed past him.

“Let’s talk,” she said simply, moving back into Rick’s room.

Numbly, Rick followed her, watching as she sat on the edge of his bed. She was beautiful. Hell, she was perfect! But where was Mike? Rick perched himself on the edge of the bed, still staring at the girl in front of him.

“Ok,” he demanded, “how did you do that? Mike snuck you in through the window, didn’t he? Where is he?”

The girl frowned. “Rick, you know nobody can get through that window without the whole neighborhood hearing it.”

“Then he snuck you in while I wasn’t looking.”

The girl sighed. “Rick,” she said, “I haven’t been out of your sight since I got here. How could I sneak anyone in? Look, ask me questions, things only Mike would know. If it’s a trick, I won’t know the answers. But if I do…….” She smiled.

Shrugging, Rick started asking questions, which the girl answered correctly each and every time. Some of the things Rick asked about were things only he and Mike knew, things he would gladly kill Mike if he ever repeated them. Finally, unable to think of any more questions, Rick shook his head.

“I still don’t believe it,” he said. “You can’t be Mike. But you know things nobody but him knows. Things I know he’d never tell anyone.” He shook his head. “It’s a trick. It has to be.”

The girl smiled again. “Rick,” she said softly, “kiss my ass.”

“Bare it,” Rick replied, almost automatically. Still smiling, the girl stood and turned her back toward the bed. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts, she slipped them down her slender legs, bending at the waist as she did so.

Rick felt his mouth go dry as he stared at the soft curve of the girl’s bare ass. From where he sat, he could see the bottom part of her mound, lightly covered with black hair. He felt his cock harden, and swallowed convulsively, fighting the urge to reach out and touch that soft skin.

For a moment, the girl held her pose, then straightened, pulling her shorts up as she did so. Once the shorts were securely back in place, she sank back onto the bed.

“Face it,” she said. “I’m Mike, and I’m a girl.”

Rick shook his head, still not sure what to believe. “Ok,” he said, “so if you are Mike, how does it feel to be a girl?”

“Different,” the girl admitted. “Strange. But nice. This body feels things my old body never dreamed of.”

“What kind of things?”

“Want to find out for yourself?”

Rick’s eyes widened. “Oh, so now you think you can change me too?”

“Yep. And I’ll prove it. Strip.”

Rick grinned. “Honey,” he said, “if you want me naked, all you have to do is ask. No need for stories.”

The girl returned the grin. “No story,” she said. “But we’ll play it your way for now. How bout a game? I’ll show you mine if you show me yours. You first.”

Still grinning, Rick stripped off his shirt, then began working on his pants. He still didn’t know where Mike was, but he hoped his friend didn’t return until after they finished what he knew was about to happen.

Once he was naked, Rick stood proudly by the bed. “Ok,” he said, “your turn.”

Instead of complying, the girl simply stared at him intensely. Rick stood quietly under that gaze for a moment, then began to fidget. “Well?” he finally said, then froze.

His voice! Gone was the voice he had known his whole life. Instead, the word came out in a higher, much more feminine tone. Stunned, Rick stepped back, only to feel something shift on his chest. He glanced down, amazed.

Breasts! He had breasts! Unbelievingly, he reached up and poked at one of the firm mounds now riding on his chest. He could feel the soft, yielding skin under his finger, but this time, he also felt it from the inside, the gentle pressure against sensitive skin.

Suddenly, a thought slammed through his head. If that part of him had changed…… Rick’s hands leapt to his crotch, only to find his cock gone. Instead, his fingers found a furred mound that felt familiar to his fingers, yet sent strong, undreamed sensations of pleasure through his body at the slightest touch. Amazed, he glanced up at the girl still sitting on his bed.

“Mike?”

The girl grinned. “Yep. And you should see your face.”

Rick frowned, even that feeling somehow different. “If you mean surprise, do you blame me?”

The girl shook her head. “No,” she said, “I mean, you should see your face. It’s beautiful.”

For a moment, Rick stared silently, then he turned and rushed to the bathroom, going straight to the mirror. Looking back at him, framed in medium length blonde hair, was a face just as beautiful as the one he now knew his best friend wore. Stepping back, he silently examined his new body.

“Damn, I’m hot,” he thought. “I’d fuck me in a minute flat.” Surprised by that thought, as well as the slight surge of pleasure at the “fuck” part, Rick slowly returned to his room.

“I can’t believe it,” he said slowly. “You actually did it.”

Mike (and Rick had no choice now but to believe that this beautiful girl was, in fact, his best friend) nodded.

“So what now?”

Mike grinned. “You wanted to know how it felt to be a girl,” she (even knowing it was Mike, Rick couldn’t think of the beautiful creature as a ‘he’) said. “So find out. Touch your breasts. Play with your nipples.”

Slowly, Rick reached up to cup both breasts. Again, he felt the strange duality of it, the familiar feeling beneath his hands, coupled with the strange sensations of pleasure the touch sent through his body. His nipples hardened, and he pinched both, moaning softly as the sensation of pleasure sharpened abruptly.

“You’re right,” he moaned, tightening the pinch gradually, feeling the pleasure deepen. “it does feel good. In fact, it feels……ouch!” His hands sprang from his breasts, and he smiled sheepishly. “A bit too tight, I guess.”

“Oh, did you hurt them?” Rising, Mike reached up and began stroking Rick’s nipples. Rick’s eyes closed and he moaned again. He’d never understood why girls liked to have their nipples played with, but now he knew.

The fingers left one nipple, and Rick moaned his disappointment, only to fall silent as he felt lips encircle the hard bud. Opening his eyes, he looked down at the top of Mike’s head. How could it feel this good?

Mike pulled her head back, drawing another disappointed moan from Rick’s lips. Smiling, she glance up at his face. “Like that?”

“Oh, hell yes. Why did you stop?”

“Because there’s more to feel. Put your hands between your thighs.”

Rick did so, feeling the moisture that had begun to gather there. Softly, he stroked with one finger, loving the sensations that poured through him. Slowly, he began to insert the finger, easing it deeper within himself.

I can’t believe it, he thought, mind whirling at what he was feeling. I’m a girl, and I’m finger fucking myself. The thought brought a strange increase in the pleasure, not at all diminished by the sight of Mike’s clothing hitting the floor.

Stepping forward, Mike gave Rick a push, sending him toppling onto the bed. Surprised, Rick raised his head, only to see Mike’s head vanish between his thighs.

“Uh, Mike,” he said tentatively, “do you really think you should……..Oh!” Mike’s tongue had speared between Rick’s thighs, penetrating him and cutting off, for a second, all coherent thought. For a moment, he felt her tongue flicker within him, then she withdrew, raising her head to grin at him.

“Well,” she said, her grin wicked, “if you want me to stop……”

“Don’t you dare!”

The grin widened. “Well,” she said,“ in that case…..” Rising, she climbed onto the bed, turning and throwing one leg across Rick’s supine body. Looking up, Rick watched as her pussy descended until the hair brushed against his lips.

“If you want more,” he heard, “then I get some too.” The pussy pressed itself against his lips, even as Mike’s tongue speared back into him.

Rick’s whole body lurched. Eagerly, he slipped his tongue into the pussy pressed against his face, quickly finding and licking the hardened bud of the clit. He felt Mike’s body buck, then the tongue within him found his own bud.

Within seconds, Rick felt something build within him. Not sure if it was what he hoped it was, he fought to hold it back, but it grew in spite of his best efforts. Then it burst, and what he knew was his first (but hopefully, the thought, not the last) female orgasm blasted through him. Waves of pleasure like he’d never imagined before swept through him, over and over, before leaving him, limp and weak.

Somewhere in the midst of the waves, he felt Mike stiffen, then spasm, and he knew, vaguely, that her own orgasm had claimed her. When it was over, the two girls lay limp, totally spent.

After several moments, Mike turned herself to drop beside Rick. Panting, she whispered, “That was great.”

“No,” Rick panted in reply. “That was fantastic. Is this what real girls feel?”

Grinning, Nike reached up and pinched one of Rick’s nipples. “You are a real girl, dummy. At least, you are at the moment. So, yes, what you feel is what real girls feel.”

A sudden thought struck Rick, making his eyes go wide. “I’m not going to stay a girl forever now, am I?”

“Of course not,” Mike replied. “I can change you back any time. I’ve worn this body a few times before today, and I can always change back. You can be Rick again any time“.

“Not quite yet,” Rick said, drawing a smile from his friend. “I think I like how this body feels. I think I want to feel it for a while before I change back.” He returned the smile, then moaned softly as Mike leaned over and kissed him deeply.

“Good,” Mike said, once the kiss was ended. “Because I have plans.” She grinned wickedly. “For both of us.”

23.10.11

story continues in Rick & Mike Part 2

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