An Old Friendzy

by Peter Joseph

 

Friendzy

 

It began when I was at the supermarket, shopping. I ran into Susan and old friend from University days. We had a quick coffee and update of our histories.

She asked what I was doing and I told her I was looking around at present. She told me that she ran a consulting outfit of psychologists, physical therapists etc. She said that as the pressure increased, she might be able to offer me something for she needed someone she could rely on.

We exchanged telephone numbers and she invited me to her place for a late brunch the next Sunday.

As directed, I arrived at her remote place at 2.00pm and was ushered to the patio by an elderly fat woman who introduced herself as Kate.

We had a quick bite followed by a stroll down through the bush to the creek and then back up to the tennis court where we had a hit followed by a wine or two a half hour in the sauna followed by a cooling off dip in the pool.

Over our dinner, we ruminated over the time we had shared, how we had gone to a few parties together until I met the Lady who I was eventually to marry – not one of my better decisions either.

Kate cooked and waited on us during this dinner, and after the second bottle of wine, Susan suggested I should stay over rather than risk a DUI.

I acceded to her generous offer and as it turned stayed with Susan in her bed and although it had been thirty years since a previous sharing, we retrieved some of the old frenzy.

I slept soundly and when I did awake, or sort of woke, I saw Sue dressed in her business suit, looking down on me with a warm smile.

I remember that I was in a daze when I apologized for over sleeping, and she replied acknowledging that I had overslept and I recall she looked rueful as she said I had missed a lot of action.

She told me that she would meet up with me later in the week and that I should read some papers she would leave for me. I have also left a book for you to read. Could you read it so we can discuss some of the themes when we next meet?

I remember watching her cute behind leave before I went back to sleep and I was well satisfied by what had happened.

2. Dreadful Kate

Sometime later I woke when Kate shook me

She was rather gruff telling me to get up, and crudely told me 'we have taken your nuts and are making a woman out of you. Learn to accept it, and get on with life."

She told me to get up, shower, wear the clothes she had set out, and meet me on the patio. I recall her saying "don't give me any of your nonsense

I did as I was told; I felt dreadfully weak and stumbled through my shower. I did not know shat she meant about feminizing but I did notice that I was much softer all over.

I arrived out on the patio inside the half hour, and she ordered me back telling me to put on a bra and to apply some make up. Once again she warned me about nonsense.

She had a fearsome menace in her voice, so I did exactly as I was told, but felt ridiculous dressed in a skirt.

She told me that she was a person with very little patience and that I would do as directed or face horrible consequences.

I felt my back rising, and I looked at her derisively and said "what are you talking about. Don't bully me, I am not an idiot and I will take no more of your stuff'

With that she stood up and looked at me with a cold indifference, and walked away.

I sat down and began to eat the foot set out, and read the paper Susan had left me. I saw that a week had elapsed and it was now Sunday mid morning. I had been sleeping for a week and no wonder I felt so weak all over.

I had not read much of the paper when I started to feel the pain. It started in my crotch and started edging over my body.

I slumped over and started to groan with pain, at which time Kate came back and sat down opposite me.

I asked her to help me. But she continued to just look at me, telling me that she did not like to take nonsense. It did not take much time before I was feeling this pain all over my body and I slipped off the chair and was writhing on the floor.

Still she sat there looking at me, and then started reading the paper. I was screaming for help but she told me I had made my choice and could wear it.

I thought I was going to die, and she threw a capsule to me and told me to bite it hard.

As I reached forward painfully to grasp it, she moved it from my reach with her foot. But I lunged forward took it, put it in my mouth and bit hard. As the vile tasking fluid went down my throat and seeped through my system, I felt relief from the horrible pain.

I dragged myself back to the chair and sat panting.

She looked at me, coldly and with a heartless smile and said that I had one chance, and it had been used. Do what I tell you or you are on your own.

I could barely hear what she was saying because I was choked up, but she put down a piece of paper which showed my daily schedule for the next few week so what was expected of me of I was on my own.

She told me that my time table for the next couple of weeks:

"Rise at 7.30. Take your mixture, Exercise, Work in the garden Write your story, Eat, Take your Mixture, Sleep, Exercises, Work in the garden, Evening meal, Take your Mixture, Sleep.

She told me to read the papers that Susan had left and then get back to my room and begin the exercises.

I picked up Susan's hand written note, and this is what it said.

'Good morning Petra. That is what I am calling you now. It was not an accident that we met. I have from time to time had a Private Investigator check you out, and I you're your movements. And I knew you were in need of some assistance, because your life was not going that well for you.

It was enjoyable reminiscing about the times we spent so many years ago. My memories were a little different, because I had picked you out from first meeting as the person I wanted to live with. When you 'dropped me', I went into a spin and although I seemed to be managing, I was not and a few years later I needed to be institutionalized.

It was inside that I met Kate. She too had had a hard time, but I knew that I was going to find my way, and resolved to care for her.

She is a gruff person but has my complete confidence and I trust and will follow her judgment.

When I left the institution I became what is called a 'working girl' and because I had been hurt so badly, I had the steel to look after myself, and I have prospered and developed a very sound business developing a client base, renting rooms and allowing women to make a bit of money in a dignified manner.

I always knew that you and I would be together some time and I have watched for the right time. I am so pleased that you are now free to work with me I don't really need a boyfriend because of what has happened in my life I don't want to be with men. We recovered some of our old frenzy the other night, but I did that for a reason. The way I see it, you have run into a bit of a dead end in your life, while at this stage, I face expanse that I cannot really handle. I need someone I can rely on. Someone I know deeply and can trust. I live in a female world, so I have invited you to join me. I don't want to think of this as a punishment, but let me say that you were a little irresponsible in dealing with me and it will help your understanding if you can see things from another perspective.'

"I am proposing that we meet and have a nice dinner together next Saturday night. I would like you to read the book I have left and we can discuss some of the themes – you know, the way we used to do it. Kate will give you details I like things to be dignified so she will tell you how to dress for the occasion."

"I hope this is not a great shock for you, but a gender change is not really that significance now Male and Female roles have merged."

"Perhaps I will enjoy being with you as you converge into my world. Please don't talk to be about what has happened. I have been through so much that I tend to avoid confrontation these days. Please don't upset me here! Well Pete, can I be a bit wicked in suggesting that I hope you enjoy your breasts as much as you enjoyed mine. Don't you remember how you loved to take my clothes off and handle my breasts? Do you know that I saw that as an Offering, but it turned out to be immolation?"

I reported to the exercise machine and Kate told me what to do. She stood there and recorded my progress into a computer, and told me that today is the base line and she expected me to improve week by week. I told her that the shorts were a right fit. She laughed at me, saying that "Those shorts like the Ball Room in the Vatican! Don't worry honey, they will not need to stretch and it will be a neat crotch fit in a week or so. And by the way, your little titties are getting better all the time. Funny to see with such a hoary old face!"

She then took me out and showed me the sections of the garden that were to be my responsibility. I was told that I needed to cut the grass twice a week in this weather and to pull the garden beds. The mower could cut up the refuse and I was to dump the cuttings so that the plants would have moisture retention during the dry part of the season.

I worked for an hour when the bell rang and returning to my room, she showed me the computer and told me to begin penning an account of what was happen

"Now you will notice that changes have taken place with your body. They will continue. Your genital area has largely changed already. You have a slight swelling around your breasts and for the next month of so, the major change will be to establish the ratio of Ten to Seven between your Waist and Hips."

She described when I first feel asleep, implants were guided into my body using Ultra Sound. When they were seated with my body awash intravenously, the electric field surrounding my bed caused the gender creating glands to change to reverse instructions this was specific and accelerated.

She told me that I must do a dipstick test in my urine each night and post the results into the on line data base, so the daily mixture may fine tuned and balance growth.

"You will sleep a great deal and you will need to take your mixture. Procedures have been done to your body so the change is irretrievable. If you wanted to become a circus freak, 'try me out'! I am not interested in talking with you, and Susan will not have time to meet with you until Saturday evening meal. Your room is self contained; your meals will be brought to you. Do not bother Susan when she comes home late. Wear what I put out for you, do as you're told, and work out your problems by writing your story each day."

"You have a work desk and a computer in your room. I recommend that you use the Hot House and that you swim each day – even do some laps."

When you have had your breakfast, I will show you the exercises you are to do. The machine will record your performance. I expect you to improve each day, each week.

"You garden work will be to manicure the lawns and help the garden beds to flourish"

"When you awake after your next mixture, I will set out some Jeans for you and drive you back to your room so you can collect and bring back your belongings. You need not wear makeup for this trip, but I expect you to keep wearing your bra at all times."

It was an agony cleaning my flat and concealing changes to my body as I carried things to the car.

When I went to clean my room, the woman in the adjoining room insisted on helping me. She was an inquisitive person, the type I have always wanted to keep at an arm's length. I could tell that she sensed something was different, but I kept my bundles close to my chest, so I would not be embarrassed. However I could not hold back a few tears to which she responded caringly. This of course made me feel worse and the tears were running fast but I dared not stop for a minute. By this time I had moved most of my gear to the car and I saw she was looking intently at me. Then she winked at me and asked if I had been taking injections and she told me I looked nice - and started sniggering. I gave her the key and told her to have anything that I had not taken. She looked at me and asked if I would like any of her old dresses. I did not know what to do, so I kissed her on the forehead and as the tears descended, went to the car and asked Kate to drive away quickly. Of course she did not, and my neighbor came over and touching me said "you have nice little titties there Pete". Kate told her that for some it is compunction and the need is for understanding, and then both of them laughing. She suggested that the woman feel my breasts. "Lovely little tits, Pete. Will they get bigger?". "Oh yes, said Kate. If he is a good boy and takes his medication he will have real wingers. Tell all the boys he is available for a touch up!" The laughed together as Kate drove away. I would have been smoldering with anger if I did not feel so distraught

Back home, Kate punished me on the exercise machine, telling me I was a wimp who needed to stop being a 'little girl'. I worked until I was crying from pain rather than shame, and after the shower she had out a long gown to wear for the evening meal.

I sat there eating what was in fact a lovely meal and I had three glasses of red wine. Kat had put on soft music but had left me to my misery. She said: "Wait until some guy catches up with you Petra, he will want to get his hands on those tits of yours. That is what females are made for Petra. That bum of yours is looking quite nice too. Perhaps there will be a little breaking and entry there as well? You had better get yourself accustomed."

I went back to my room after the meal and did not change as I tried to speak my misery into this story. But how can you share disconsolance when it is experienced through aching and not reason.

For most of the next week, my efforts to tell the story were futile. I would start writing, thinking I had captured it well. But then I would read back and it was gibberish. I was so pleased there was wine in the fridge, so at least I could be drunk as I went off to sleep each night.

Horribly there were too many mirrors in my bathroom. I could open the doors and angle the mirrors so I could see what was happening to my body. My tits were gaining fullness each day. And they would just hang there like a cow's udder. I wondered how I had ever been turned on by tits. They wee just hanging off as weight. My bum was changing also. I no longer had straight sides and had cushions of soft flesh on the side. The bum muscle seemed to change also and it rounded off which did not go hard when I flexed my cheek muscle. As much as I tried, I did not seem to be able to meet exercise targets I set. It really was horrible and I started to shower in the dark without the light on. I did not want to see what Kate had done to me.

3. Reminiscence

My dinner with Susan was set at 5.30pm on that Saturday. Kate called me in from the garden at 3.00pm and had me lie in some lilac bath oil for an hour, while she coffered my hair and did my nails. What lot of shit I thought to myself, but dared not say lest she start the pain again. I figured that she was able to trigger that pain by pressing a button. I wondered if I head off so I was beyond the range of her signaled control. I did not do that because where would I go. What would happen if the growth became uncontrolled? I knew I could not put up with that brazen leery woman who had had the room next to me. What a feast she would have of my misery!

I arrived sharp at 5.30pm dressed with a glittering dress that should have sparked as I moved. I smelled like a flower patch, and was so painted up that I felt once removed from presence.

Susan laughed when she saw me. "Oh my Dear Petra, what a job Kate has done on you. I must ask her not to tart you up in future. I don't want you to be like that. Still she is showing off your wares. Turn around my dear. Nice tight arse, good soft cheeks, nice cleavage. You are a sexy piece Petra. Of you poor dear, please do not cry! Your make up will run. Do I know about that? I cried for years when you left me. Anyway Pete, that is not what we are on. I have a sherry for you, sit down and let's enjoy one another."

I sat down but found it different to walk with a tight dress. What a lot of crap women go in for, I thought. Horrible!

Susan asked me how I felt and I had read her caution and did not want to develop any trouble between us, so I simply said "like a bit of a pervert!" I told her that I did not want to cause her problems and get her 'off-side' with me, but generally I had never felt worse in my who life. I told her that this was not the way I was built to be.

She laughed and told me to quaff down my drink and which she filled quickly.

The good thing about sherry, as I said, was that it went to the legs quickly and more quickly now because of what had happened!

She asked me to get off the topic and started to talk about the book I had read. "The Reader" She wanted to hear me out on what sort of person the woman was in that book. Did she like women or little boys? I told her that I hated the way people wanted to put external categories on another's life. She liked women when she was in the concentrated camp because she wanted company and that was all the company available. Because of her emotional problems, she liked little boys later because she was too scared to venture out for other company. I told her that I was very sympathetic of the heroine and that she was dumped on by history while being a nice enough person.

Susan took another view. She felt the heroine was undiscerning and misused opportunities that came her way. She thought the heroine had probably spoiled the little boy's life. I thought the kid was old enough to exercise his choice. But the temptation should not have been there, suggested Susan. Perhaps so, I responded, but we are all victims of our individual histories and there is blessing in temptation as well.

We had spirited discussion and I forgot that I was sitting there as a 'flashing tart' but I did not forget I had had another few Sherries, especially when I stood up.

Susan helped me to the table, saying "Petra, I am so jealous; your tits will be bigger than mine soon!" I said "fuck off" and she laughed telling me I was still thinking like a man.

The meal was wonderful. The meat was softer than that old boiler who cooked it! I was succulent and we sipped a red wine which glistened from the light of the candle. The meal went on for ninety minutes as Kate kept bringing in small dishes of delicacies. A wonderful meal! Wonderful tastes and I was not overfed when it was done.

"I have a DVD for us to watch Pete. Why don't we just look at the night sky, feel the touch of cold, freshen with the wind through the hair and then we can sit down and have a Port as we watch the movie."

It all sounded good to me and we were not outside too long before we retreated to the darkened warm room and the large screen spluttered to life. I love the way movies can take you away from where you are, and allow you to sense other worlds.

Susan put her arm around me and asked if she could feel my breasts as I used to do to her. I was not entirely at peace with her touching me in this fashion, but as I had done the same to her, I decided to let it go. It was working on me and I enjoyed it and this made me feel a bit bad. I did not want to enjoy this stuff, I just wanted to get back to the way I was.

As we watched the movie, she gently stroked the smoothness of my breast. She did that unreflectedy and it was comforting as we became absorbed in the movie.

We had a second Port but that was enough for me. I had a warm glow but felt comfortably in control of myself, at least until the movie was just about done, and Susan slipped the straps from my shoulder, bared my top and using the port to lubricate her finger started to rub the sides of my nipple. Let me try something else she said, and took some scenting oil she must have had for this purpose and carried me away with incidental movement, that I did not want her to stop. I had the strange feeling of becoming wet around my slit (what should I have called this), and I buried my head in her neck as I felt my breathing build up until I could fell myself shuddering. 'Fuck me,' I thought 'I am going into orgasm! Of shit!'

I might have almost slipped into sleep and Susan started to talk.

"You know this work I do is becoming too much for me. I would like to have you to help me, to perhaps stay in town some nights, to visit people in my care. I would like to gradually slow down in my involvement and I needed to have you here to talk with, to relax with."

"Your body is not going to consolidate for another six weeks or so. A lot happens quickly but then it slows down. You need to sleep a lot and adjust yourself. I do not want you to do much until you are settled."

"I will tell you more of this in the coming weeks. I figure that perhaps next Saturday we might meet a little earlier and have a hit of tennis and perhaps a sauna and swim before we dine. I have another book for you. Read it and think about it and we can chat about it next week. Thanks for being with me and thanks for handling the changes with such grace. You might need to try out that new body of yours some time? I know you will be happy in the long run. I have it in mind that you might support the girls on the front line, I know you would be good that that, Petra. There can be no going back you know?"

4. Reconstruction

I found security in sticking to the routine. With exercises, the book to read, and work in the garden, I had a full week.

I had my full quotient of sleep and the body change kept happening.

Kate continued to be a prize bitch. She pushed me to perform better with the exercises, she was demanding on my deportment and presentation and I did not expect her appreciation for good performance I registered.

On Wednesday of my fourth week she declared I would have a guest for the evening meal, who would stay over using my spare room.

He was a smoothie type and not a person who would have ever interested me. Kate did her usual resplendent extended meal.

Kate set me up in a dress that exposed most of my emergent breasts and 'Old Smoothie' enjoyed the view offered. The meal was exquisite meals as Smoothie tried vacuously to engage me with talk of Politics, business and whatever. As Kate served the coffee she heard me winding up about my tiredness, headache and etc as I sought to take my leave. As soon as Kate left the room with the tray, I began to experience those excruciating pains first in the hips and then in the lower back. She was obviously using her remote control and when she came back with her tray she said:

"Miss Prue, I was hoping you were feeling better now. I was worried about you with your tiredness but expected that you would be free to share better as the evening proceeded."

"Thanks for the care, Kate" I said, "I am sure I will now be able to carry on".

"Wonderful Petra, perhaps I should serve your nightcap in your sitting room while I clean up here" said Kate.

Old Smoothie was eager and proficient in the amorous arts, and abetted by Kate's use of the remove control, I was able to ape a capitulation and Smoothie did his stuff pushing my buttons and carrying me to the highest shelf before he deigned to mount his prong and make his run down the strait. The horrible thing is that while I hated him doing to this me, I was enjoying the erotic surging immensely. My body was going off in one way and my head in another. When done I was pleased that it was all finished, so I thanked him for his kindness, gathered my clothes and went to my room and the en suite where I threw up.

"Well done Pete, you were very well done, like a bovine on heat fucking a man. What a strange little perverse Male you turn out to be!"

I stopped what I was doing, wiped my mouth and then retched some more.

Sleeping was not easy and I tossed and turned with horrible nightmares where I was accosted by Susan who turned into Kate who turned into Smoothie causing me to run in terror until I saw my old wife came, and begged me to return. I dreamed that it was all okay, I was a man again and playing football and my penance was over. I awoke feeling happy, slipped my hand down, and found the nightmare continued. I realized the change was to be with me forever and I wept.

Again I needed to get up for a heave in the toilet. Conceptually, it was the though of Old Smoothie pawing, sucking and prodding. I needed to heave again

Smoothie was there for breakfast and had a tad of the 'I have had a serve' contentment about him, assuming I was in the after glow of joy. Guided by Kate's menace, I was charming and thankfully Kate did not hear as he invited me for a daylight perspective of the ceiling in his room.

The body changes began to plateau out and consolidate and I held my clothes better. Despite the exercises, I continued to soften and round off and I knew what I was going to look like and tried to accept this as a reality/

On the next Saturday, Sue asked how I had enjoyed my little joist. I told her 'not much', and she chuckled saying she did not expect me to be a convent girl.

"It was good that you discovered how the new parts worked, Petra".

"Yes Susan, I discovered that, but it all happened in a vacuum and it was hard to pretend that I enjoyed the grunting, threshing and sweaty gesticulations."

"But as a bloke you had the 'a fuck is a fuck is a fuck is good' attitude. What is so different now? You are still getting your rocks off, even though you are no longer Rocky!"

"Sorry to say it Susan, but when you are young you are discovering on all fronts, but later it is 'what you do is what you are' and I did not like the night before if the coffee tasted sour in the morning and if I did not want that face to be there for lunch. If I did not want to stay where I was putting it, I was spraying away my soul! All the same it is all confusing, and while you say you are off blokes, are you really all the way and finally off blokes? All I can say is that I ham not harboring any plans and do not want to start now"

Well it all seems like hooch to me. That fellow manages as best as he can and extended courtesy to you. If he goes through a bit of a game of sweeping you off your feet, why should you worry? Keep in mind that we have the pay the bills somehow and this has been my livelihood and my business is supporting you at present. I will send someone else to you next Wednesday, someone who has done it hard all his life and will have saved his money for a night out with you. Why can't you be kind and hospitable?

She promised there would be no more Smoothies, and we discussed the life of Abraham Lincoln and she took the view that the moment made the man, that he was a brooding insecure unattractive person who hated the war so badly he was decisive that it should end.

"But his 'gentle peace' was a rare contribution to history, that if followed after World War 1 would have spared us Hitler," I said

"We both agreed that his assignation made etched his memory into the world's consciousness, and that he would have found it hard to resist the expropriators during the Reconstruction."

Susan made it her practice to have the little fondle as we watched our DVD and always caused me to gush down under. I asked her if she was gay, and she told me she was not. She was just reliving the intimacy we experienced when we were young, sitting in the car, head to head and her breast being gently caressed. "I am just reliving my history, Pete" she said.

"I think you are ready to move on to the next stage Petra" she said. "But we will stay here for the next two weeks so your heart can settle down before you begin the work. I am the computer person. Everything is done through the on-line data base and cell phone, but I need someone to talk to and support the part time workers. You can live in there and if things are okay, we can have time together back here. Might have a few more jobs for you as well!"

 

He thought he had a new opportunity, and was shocked to discover he was changed, and was to be behind Bras for life

   

  

  

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