Becoming Sweet Girls

by Alyson Belle

  “How did this happen?” she asked. He shrugged without enthusiasm, pulling the towel tighter around himself under her scrutiny.

  “When I got out of the bath, I had boobs. I looked in the mirror and…”

  “The bath?” she questioned, and looked at her wet hands as if they’d begin to mutate into claws at any moment. He felt a surge of sympathy panic race through him: if Krystal turned into a man from getting her hands wet, he’d never forgive himself. When a minute passed without any strange transformation, she sighed and relaxed slightly, turning her attention back to Russ. His own gaze stayed locked on her hands, as if the moment he let them out of his sight they’d change.

  “That’s not possible,” Krystal said, and he nodded absently in agreement.

  A moment of silence passed, during which they stared at each other, willing the other to make the first move and take charge of the situation. Eventually Krystal heaved a huge sigh and put her hands on her hips, biting her lip in thought.

  “Clothes. Okay. Clothes first and then we’ll figure this out. You’re about my size, I should have some stuff that can fit you. Wait here.”

  As if he had been planning on sprinting down the street naked in a girl’s body. He momentarily pictured it and had to restrain the laughter threatening to bubble forth.

  Krystal ducked out the room and slammed the door shut before re-opening it almost instantly. Apparently she’d had the same idea he had, wondering if he’d change back when unobserved, but he could still feel his newly weighted chest heave with each breath. It was weird to have boobs now… weird and distracting. He blushed and dropped his gaze as his neighbor nodded to herself in the doorway.

  Russ listened to her footsteps on the stairs before they faded away, and then he was left alone once again, peeking up at the closed door. After a moment of quiet contemplation, he fell back on his bed and looked up at the ceiling, ignoring the fact he was getting his comforter and sheets soaked.

  What on Earth had Madame Orlando meant by saying the bath pouch would solve one or two of his problems? This—his eyes scanned down his new, feminine form once again—was a big problem. It was true he had complained to Allan and Krystal that if he were a girl, he wouldn’t have trouble finding a partner to keep up with his sex drive, but he’d just been talking out of his ass for the most part! Anything had seemed like a good solution in the midst of heartbreak. He hadn’t actually expected something like this; who would have? It felt like the world was spinning around him as he imagined going back to Madame Orlando and demanding something to turn him back.

  A chill ran through him as a new thought occurred to him. If she even can turn me back… But then he shook his head. Of course she could. That was ridiculous! Wasn’t it? One thing at a time, Russ. Just don’t panic.

  His hands returned to wandering his body, both out of curiosity and to soothe himself and distract from the distressing concerns that were popping into his head. He ghosted his fingertips across his nipples and felt a small heat in his belly when he brushed over the hard tips. Suddenly curious, he took his nipples between his fingers and tugged on them—Russ was unable to stop the small moan that fell from his lips at the sensation of pleasure that shot through him, and his eyes widened in surprise. It wasn’t like anything he’d ever felt as a man! This was almost as erotic as touching his dick had once been. No wonder most girls liked it when you played with their tits!

  That’s interesting…

  Naughty thoughts began to creep into his head, and he realized that despite being a woman, he was no less horny than he’d been as a man… The unfinished business he’d started in the bathtub was quickly making itself urgently known once more, and he spent a few more minutes lavishing his new breasts with attention, kneading and massaging the soft flesh and enjoying the unfamiliar sensations of his new body’s likes and dislikes. Pulling too hard on his breasts was a ticket to quick discomfort, as it turned out, but lightly tugging on them was the perfect mix of pleasure and pain to drive him wild with desire. Unbidden, the image of someone catching his nipple between their teeth and gently pulling on it came to mind. There was a rush of wetness between his legs and Russ eagerly reached down to swipe his fingers through the juices, marveling at how much there was just from playing with his chest.

  Maybe this isn’t so bad…

  Slowly he spread his legs apart so that he could have better access to his new pussy. The soft, velvety lips he’d felt in the bathtub were still there, of course, easily spread with two fingers to give access to the treasure within. Russ felt around for his clit, pinching the little bud between his fingers until he managed to get the hood to retract and let him play with himself. He’d done this a million times for women, and it was bizarre to do it to his own body… but also shockingly enjoyable. As he pressed and pulled and stroked the little pearl, fingers made slippery by his own juices, electric sensations of pleasure rocked through his body, and another small mewling moan escaped his newly feminine lips. It felt as good as playing with his dick had—maybe even a little better, as he could focus all his attention on that one, singular point that sent sparks shooting through his body. It would no doubt feel even better when it was someone else lavishing it with attention, he realized, as more dirty images flashed through his mind unbidden. Repeatedly tapping his finger on his little clit, he let his head fall back against the pillow with another soft moan, lost in the erotic sensations of all these new feelings and nearly overwhelmed.

  His bliss was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. Before he could compose himself, Krystal stormed into the room with her arms full of clothing and mouth open wide, ready to say something. Whatever words were in her throat died at the sight of him lying there, with his legs spread and pussy on full view, shining with wetness from his attentions. Russ flushed a brilliant red and quickly squeezed his legs closed, scrambling to throw the towel back over his thighs in an attempt to preserve at least some modesty.

  Krystal’s eyebrows climbed almost high enough to disappear into her hairline, and she mouthed the words ‘Sex Addict’ at him before she crossed the room to dump the clothes she’d brought on an open chair. She must have run the entire way over to her place and back—that was insanely fast, even though she lived right next door. Despite her teasing words, Russ hadn’t missed that there was a spark of excitement in her eyes that he’d never seen directed at him before. At a loss for words, he watched as she approached him on the bed slowly and sat on the edge, gaze resting on his face. Slowly, slowly, she reached out and grasped the edge of the towel, drawing it away from his thighs. Neither of them spoke, but he didn’t stop her. It fell away, and suddenly he was exposed. Krystal’s eyes shined with curiosity as she looked him over, still obviously disbelieving that this had happened.

  He smiled weakly and gave a small shrug. Boy or girl, he still had needs.

  Krystal looked like she was thinking hard, and he felt suddenly even more self-conscious as her expression changed, softened a bit, and her gaze swept over his new body with an intensity he wasn’t at all used to. He felt curiously vulnerable, lying there naked, and it was bizarre, since Krystal had never made him feel like this before. No one had.

  “Do you want me to show you how to use that thing?” she asked in a casual voice, as if she was asking him about the weather, and gestured at his slick sex. Russ felt his mouth drop open at her statement, and she chuckled at his reaction, resting her chin in the palm of her hand as she waited for a response. Her eyes rested on the shiny patch between his legs, and he could feel himself flush red under the attention.

  Is she… is Krystal hitting on me? What the fuck?

  He’d long since accepted the fact that Krystal would never be interested in him, despite how gorgeous she was. She was a lesbian, and there was nothing in the world that would change that; not that he wanted to. She was one of his best friends, able to bond with him over the magic of girls and all the secret charms that they had to offer. They’d often discussed how much they liked fucking wome
n—it was one of the benefits of having a friend with a sex drive as high as his was, even if they couldn’t bang themselves.

  But now Russ realized that those secret, feminine charms were his to offer as well, without even intending to, for as long as he had this body. He had no idea how to be a girl—he’d be innocent and inexperienced. But he knew all too well how that would just make him even more attractive to people. It was strange and dissonant to think of himself in this way, and it suddenly occurred to him that he was going to have to figure out a new name for himself—herself?—until they figured out what exactly to do next. He almost laughed at the sudden, ridiculous thought, but as Krystal edged closer to his naked body, he began to notice how turned on he was, and it felt like all of that could wait until after he’d taken his new body for a spin.

  Suddenly feeling a little bit shy, he nodded slowly in response to her question and watched an eager smile spread across Krystal’s face. She leaned over his body and carefully placed her palm flat on his chest, resting between his new breasts.

  “Good,” she breathed. “I’m really pretty good at helping girls get off, after all..”

  Carefully she dragged her fingers down his skin and Russ felt fire spring up in their wake, getting even redder as a desire for her to touch him more—harder, longer, faster—radiate through him. Anything but this slow, torturous movement that was driving him wild. Her nails were clipped meticulously short and even, leaving little crescent marks whenever she dug them into his soft, smooth skin a bit too deep.

  Her hand stopped a few inches above his pubic bone, resting between the valleys of his hips, and she teasingly cocked her head as he involuntarily jerked his body, trying to nudge her hand closer to where he wanted it without a conscious effort. It was like he’d been made for this kind of play, and suddenly the dirty, sexy, hotness of the whole situation was driving him even wilder. He’d never in a million years imagined that he’d find himself in the middle of a scene right out of a lesbian porno, and yet, here he was…

  “Well, go on,” she urged in a light, teasing tone that somehow made him feel like a little girl, learning to do something hard for the first time. “Show me what you were doing and I’ll let you know if you were on the right track or not.” Russ felt even more blood rush to his face at the idea of masturbating for her. The thought of her watching him play with his new pussy was more arousing than he ever would have dreamed it could be, and hesitantly he returned his fingers to his clit. Slowly he began to stroke it once more and his legs naturally fell open once again to give him better access.

  Somehow the sensation felt heightened now, the little bundle of nerves more sensitive under the laser-focus of Krystal’s gaze as he rubbed and teased himself. Russ drew another moan from his lips, and she smiled at him.

  “That looks fun. But try…”

  Without finishing her sentence, Krystal rose up on her knees so that he had a clear view of her lithe body. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of her tiny shorts and slid them down to reveal the pink, lacy underwear riding low on her hips. His mouth watered at the sight of the lines of her body and he was consumed with the urge to put his mouth on them and see how they felt underneath his hands. When he made a move towards her though, she put her hand out and pushed him back against the bed, tsking at him.

  “Just watch, hun,” she said, and then pulled her panties down to show him her naked pussy—pretty, pink, and tempting. A string of juice attached to her panties thinned as it stretched, shining in the light. It was one of the most enticing things Russ had ever seen. He had yet to taste her himself, and the sight of her juices was enough to make him long to lap it up for her. Using one hand, Krystal spread herself so he had a better view of her clit, which she coaxed from hiding with just a few brushes of her thumb.

  Krystal began to move her fingers in slow circles on her clit, and her face relaxed as he watched, the pleasure instantly visible. Deliberately she dragged her fingers down between her lips to coat them in her juices and then returned to manipulating the bundle of nerves once she deemed them wet enough to continue. Krystal moved in short, sharp movements and was soon making little whining noises of need as she expertly played with herself for Russ to see.

  His nipples hardened and his lips parted as he watched, and his body ached to mimic her. Quickly he began to touch himself again, trying to sync his hand movements to hers as she demonstrated how to make his new pussy flood with pleasure. Soaking his fingers in his juices reduced the friction and meant he could move faster, chasing the pleasure he sought so much more easily.

  He was growing closer with each passing moment—he could feel it building up low in his belly, a heat that threatened to overwhelm him with how much he wanted it. Krystal reached out and grabbed his wrist to still his hand, and he huffed at her in annoyance, whining at the interruption. She giggled and crouched lower on the bed so that he could watch as she slipped a finger inside herself as easily as breathing. Pumping the finger in and out, his neighbor demonstrated how to finger herself, hips pushing down on the digit so that it filled more of her with every movement.

  Hesitant now, he quickly found his own slit and toyed around it for a few moments, reveling in the new sensations while still unable to take the last step of pressing inside. He was surprised how nervous he felt. He’d never been penetrated before, even as a man, and he was worried it would hurt… especially with how delicate this new body seemed to be.

  After a moment of this, annoyance and impatience flashed across Krystal’s face.

  “What’s wrong?” she demanded in a husky, eager voice.

  “I… I’m just a little scared. It’s… my first time doing thing, you know?”

  Krystal moaned a bit as he said that, and then giggled at him, her annoyance gone as understanding replaced it. She reached out confidently to place her own hand over his. He watched with nervous and eager anticipation, hardly daring to move.

  The foreign fingers teased around his entrance, pressing down and providing pressure but never quite slipping inside. It left him gasping in frustration, suddenly, a need deep inside of him that he’d never experienced before. He felt strangely… empty… as she teased him, like he needed to be filled by something. Soon Russ was whining and pressing up his hips to meet her finger in the hopes of it pushing in and filling the ache in his pussy that demanded to be satisfied. She tortured him for minutes with a smile on her face, adding another finger that teasingly brushed against his clit every few seconds, but rarely stayed for long.

  Finally, when he was gasping and needy and all but begging her to continue, Krystal slowly but steadily stretched hims tight little entrance around her finger.

  Russ heard his own voice echo in his ears, high-pitched and desperate with erotic pleasure as he felt his inner walls shift around the intrusion. That sweet ache of emptiness was suddenly replaced by a white-hot lava flow of pleasure which raged inside of him and spread to every portion of his body, growing hotter and hotter with each beat of his heart. Krystal crooked her finger upwards and he moaned, as if on command, a slave to the rushing ecstasy of the reactions she seemed to be able to draw from him almost effortlessly. He was helpless to stop her from manipulating his body, and knowing that he couldn’t stop her even if he’d wanted to made it even hotter.

  “P-Please…” he stammered, and this time she obliged him almost instantly, a second finger tracing around his hole before quickly pressing inside alongside the first. Both digits quickly found a rhythm, pushing and moving inside of him in delicious ways.

  “Gonna cum for me?” she asked, and he could barely find the strength to nod his head with so much of his attention focused solely on the erotic, overwhelming pulsing between his legs and the symphony of pleasure she created as she twisted and scissored her fingers apart inside him. Her free hand found his clit again and now she pinched it, hard.

  It was this final sensation of pain mixed with pleasure that drove him over the edge, and Russ’s ears filled with the sound of hi
s own high-pitched, desperate cry as he came with a leg-spasming shudder against Krystal’s deftly wiggling fingers. He could feel his secret walls and clit pulse along with his heart beat as the force of the orgasm raced through his body, a blinding white light roaring behind in his eyes and a bursting sensation, like 4th of July fireworks, exploding across every inch of his soft, feminine form, which was pulled as taut as a violin string in the wake of his convulsions. Krystal kept thrusting in and out of him the whole time, eyes drinking in the view of him writhing on the bed like he was possessed.

  When the pleasure finally began to subside and he was able to collapse onto the bed with a series of desperate gasps and involuntarily, mewling whines at the aftershocks that still rippled through him, sending light shudders across his silky thighs, he gazed up at Krystal’s smiling face adoringly, overcome with awe at what had just happened.

  He could get used to being a girl, if sex was like this all the time.

  Chapter 4

  “How the hell did you sneak a girl upstairs?” Allan asked, when the two of them later descended from the bedroom in a sweaty, satisfied mess. Riley, as Russ had newly been dubbed, smiled sheepishly at him, a little unsure how to even begin explaining what had happened. Krystal had her arm wrapped around the other girl’s shoulders as they walked to the couch to sit. Her legs were still a little unsteady from their lessons.