Friends and Lovers

by Jennifer White

 

Hi there. I'm Melanie, and this is my story. I should start before it really began, just to give you some background info. Then you'll understand it better, how things turned out. I know that *my* head spins when I think back on the events of the past few years. So lets start at the beginning.

When I graduated from college, I got a good job right away, selling high tech industrial printers. I know, not a job you'd think a pretty girl would go for, but hey, it paid well, and I liked working with customers. Communications was always my strong point.

The only problem was that it took over an hour and a half to commute downtown each day from my little apartment in the suburbs, and parking was always a mess. So I wanted to move in closer, and to be a cool urban chick. I'd be closer to the good stores, and I could walk to work. But there was one catch: it was expensive to live downtown!

But as luck would have it, I had made a friend at work. Kristin. She was sort of like me, in that she was smart, elegant, a sharp dresser, very much into the latest fashion, but always classy in her selections. She was also in sales for my company, and we loved to hang out together.

When I was discussing my dilemma with her, she made a suggestion: she wanted to move downtown too, so why not share a place together? With our incomes pooled, we could afford a nice apartment, just blocks from work, and from all the exciting things that went on downtown every day. We got along so well, she was like a sister to me. We even had the same shoe size, so sometimes we'd borrow each others shoes (if we couldn't find just the right ones for our outfits that night).

Everything worked perfectly. Yes, I sometimes felt a little intimidated in that she was prettier than me, and she didn't seem to gain weight in her thighs like I did. That just wasn't fair. And her hair always seemed perfect, while mime was, well, you know how hard it is sometimes. You pay big bucks to get your hair done, and two days later it looks awful. We've all been there, with hairs in our eyes, other hairs sticking out the wrong way, or some other disaster. But not Kristin. Believe me, I was *so* jealous about that!

 

So now you know enough about me and my life for me to start with the story. So lets begin, shall we? It all started one day downtown. We were shopping for shoes, naturally. I wanted a new pair of wedges for walking around downtown. You see, one of the coolest streets had a bunch of bars and clubs up and down it. It was closed off to traffic, so you could just walk down the street. The only problem was that they redid the street with cobblestones, to make it look old. I always seemed to get my heel stuck in the crack between two stones, no matter how much I tried to make sure to walk on my toes only.

But wedges would solve that problem. I finally found just the right ones, and Kristen found a pair of mules that she liked. We were walking down the street, celebrating our great bargains we had found. We stopped at a coffee shop, and had espresso, before walking back to our apartment. We were arm in arm, joking and laughing. It didn't mean anything; it was just two happy girls having fun.

But there was this guy. He kept staring at us as we walked by. And then he started to follow us.

"That guy creeps me out" I said. "What's up with him?"

"I don't know" replied Kristin, "but I'm not going to tolerate this."

She stopped, and turned to face him.

"What's your problem buddy?" she said.

She was very bold. I was quite a bit more timid. I couldn't have done that! I would have just walked away, and hoped to lose him. If he kept after me, I'd head towards a cop, or the police station. But not Kristin. She could be very forceful sometimes.

"I, um, I mean..." stammered the man.

"You're staring at us like we're a freak show or something" continued Kristen. "We don't have to tolerate that sort of behavior."

"I'm sorry" he said, putting his head down. "I just can't take my eyes off of you. Seeing two women like you who are in love with each other is such a big turn-on for me."

 

He thought we were in love! He thought we were more than just girlfriends! What kind of sick thoughts were going through this guys mind? Just because two girls are walking together arm in arm doesn't mean that they are lesbians!

Kristin turned to me, and whispered into my ear.

"Melanie, this guy is a loser. Do you want to teach this guy a lesson?"

I nodded.

"Okay, follow my lead" she said, to which I nodded and winked. Kristin could be mischievous at times, so this could be fun.

 

"So, you're into girls who are into girls" she said, with a wicked grin on her face. "I bet that you'd like nothing more than to see two gorgeous babes like us making sweet love to each other."

The guy's tongue was practically hanging out of his mouth now. I still wasn't sure where Kristin wanted to go with her game, but I followed along.

"Yeah" I added. "I bet the thought of two girls like us holding each other, kissing each other, and undressing each other must make you feel *so* aroused."

Kristin surprised me by turning to me and giving me a gentle kiss on the lips. I hadn't really kissed a girl before, and since she surprised me with the kiss, I felt this weird sensation all over. I could feel her hand touching my on my butt, and I jumped a bit when she pinched me there.

"That was just a small sampling" said Kristin to the guy. "You want to see more of that, don't you?"

The guy was beyond words, and he just nodded weakly.

"I can tell you like that" I said, noting the swelling in his pants. "This your real turn-on, isn't it?"

I put my arm around Kristin, and leaned in closer to her. I thought the guy was about to come in his pants, which was hilarious.

"We'd like you to see more" said Kristin now, "but I'm afraid that we only allow girls into our apartment."

That wasn't quite true. I had boyfriends over many times. But once again, as usual, the guy I was seeing made all sorts of promises he didn't keep, and our relationship burned out. So now, it *was* just us two girls at home, unless we had friends over. Come to think of it, it was usually just girlfriends. So I guess she was right, in a way.

"Yes" I said. "It's girls-only."

Now I thought I knew where Kristin was heading with her little game. My guess was that we'd get him all aroused, then leave him standing there. But what she did next came as a total surprise to me.

 

"We'd love to have you over with us" she said. "But you're a guy."

"And we don't like guys" I added.

"But there is a way" said Kristin, letting out a giggle.

"What?" asked the man. "I'd do *anything* to watch you two make out."

"We'll see about that" said Kristin. "If you want to come to our home, then there is one condition. You have to let us turn *you* into a girl."

 

I was as stunned as he was. What did Kristin mean exactly? Turn him into a girl? She reached for me, and put her hands on my chest, just above my boobs. She leaned into me, and we kissed again. Now she turned back to him.

"So" she said. "Do you want to be a girl?"

 

The man looked like he was so stunned that he would pass out on the spot. I was again shocked though, when he opened his mouth, and stammered the word "Yes".

I looked over to Kristin, but she winked at me reassuringly. She started to walk, and her arm was around me, so we went in lockstep. The guy was behind us, following like a puppy dog. I didn't quite feel comfortable letting a stranger into our house, and I was kind of mad at Kristin now. She was taking this joke pretty far.

She whispered into my ear, and said everything would be fine, and that this would be my chance to get back at all the guys who had wronged me. With all of the bad dating stories I have, I could bore you to tears. And it was true; I had a lot of anger at guys in general after I caught the last guy I was dating with another girl at a bar. Kristin really knew my feelings, which was one of the cool things about her. So I decided to give it a chance, and see what would happen next.

 

We went into our apartment building, with the puppy-man in tow. We rode up the elevator to our 5th floor flat, and walked down the hall, our heels clicking on the wood floor. I got the key out of my purse. Apartment 505. Our pad.

We went inside, and Kristin double locked the door.

"A girl can't be too careful" she said. "There are *men* out there. And it is just us girls in here."

We sat next to each other on the sofa, and she put her arm around me. I crossed my legs, and put my arm around her.

"I'm Kristin" she said.

"And I'm Melanie" I replied.

"I'm...." started the guy.

"Not anymore" said Kristin. "You're a chick now too. And your name is Bianca."

"Bianca?" said the guy, unsure.

"Yes" I replied. "You're a girl, so you need a girl's name."

"Tell us that you are a girl" commanded Kristin. "And tell us your name."

"I am.... I am Bianca" said the guy.

"And?...." I said.

"And I am a girl."

"Very good" said Kristin. "But there is something wrong Bianca. You're a girl, but you've got hair all over your legs. And I can see hair on your chest. Ick!!!"

"What kind of girl has hairy legs?" I added.

"She definitely needs to shave them" said Kristin.

"Definitely" I replied, nodding my head. "A girl should be nice, hairless, and smooth."

"Just like *us*" she said, as she ran her hand down my leg. The way she touched me sent shivers up and down my spine.

"So off to the bathroom with you!" said Kristin. "You'll find my pink shaver in the shower. Get rid of all that ugly hair, and knock on the door when you're done. But don't put those clothes on. You'll be wearing something quite a bit more fashionable when you've dried off."

'Bianca' looked kind of weak in the knees he stood up. Kristin shooed him off to the bathroom, and soon we heard the shower running.

"He's not really going to do this, is he?" I asked.

"It looks like it" replied Kristin. "We'll have to keep pushing him until we find his breaking point. Then he'll get scared, and run off. It will be a *blast*."

"I don't know" I said, full of doubt. "I don't feel comfortable having a strange man in our apartment. You don't know what he's going to do."

"Don't worry" said Kristin. "Just look at him. He obeyed my order to go shave his chest and his legs. Do you think a man that timid would do anything? Plus, there is two of us, and we've both taken enough self-defense classes."

"I guess" I replied. "But lets be careful. I'll keep my cell phone handy, in case we need help."

"Sure" said Kristin. "Just try to relax and have some fun. Just think of this as revenge against Frank. And Henry. And Mark. And Jack. And all those other losers you've dated."

"Okay" I said. "But what's next?"

"We'll dress him up. Lets go gather some old clothes. You were telling me that your one bra was getting worn out."

"Yeah, its starting to fray a little on the edge, and it irritates my boob."

"Good. Grab that. I'll go find some old panties of mine. And an old outfit that I was going to donate to the poor. Now how about that ugly jewelry that your Aunt Marge gave you for your birthday? You never wear it. Could we use that on him?"

"Sure!" I said, glad to be rid of it. "No loss there! I wouldn't be caught dead in public with it."

"That's perfect then" she replied. "Oh, and didn't you get a run in you tan pantyhose the other day?"

"Its just a little one" I said, "but you know me."

"You don't want them anymore" she said.

I smiled. She knew me so well.

 

We had everything gathered up and ready when Bianca was done in the shower. I didn't know his real name, so it was easy to think of him as 'Bianca'. Kristin opened the bathroom door, just a crack, and held out her hand, which contained a pair of black lacy panties.

"Here Bianca" she said. "Put these one. They're nice, soft and sexy, and they'll feel good snuggled in against your pussy."

I had to suppress a giggle as she said that. I would have loved to see his face inside the door!

"Do you have your panties on Bianca?" I asked.

"Yes" said a meek voice from the bathroom.

"Good" said Kristin. "So now you're ready for your bra."

She handed him my old bra, and he took it.

"Now put your bra on, like a good girl" I said.

We heard some grumbling and complaining, as Bianca struggled with putting on a bra for the first time. Its one of those things where I had been doing it every day since I was a young girl in puberty, so it wasn't something that you really think about doing. You just do it. But I could imagine how hard it must be for him, doing it for the first time!

"Okay, my bra is on" he said, his voice sounding even meeker. That made us giggle again. Just a few pieces of female underwear, and he was so intimidated and scared! Kristin was right. This *was* fun.

"Good girl Bianca" I said.

"Now its time for your pantyhose, to show off those long, smooth, sexy legs of yours" said Kristin, handing him my old pair of pantyhose.

"Be careful not to pull on them too hard" I said. "You don't want to make them get a run!"

"All right, they're on" said Bianca.

"Good" I replied.

"Lets see how you look Bianca" said Kristin, as she moved close to me, and put her arm around me. "You can come out now."

Bianca came out of the bathroom, and it took all my willpower not to laugh out loud. A man in panties and a bra, with control tops on is a silly thing to see! Kristin put her hand on my face, and gently kissed me. I touched her back, and she moved her hands onto my boobs, so softly and gently that I could feel the warmth from her hand more than I could feel the touch.

I looked over at Bianca, who now had a tent in her panties. I didn't realize that a man could get so turned on from watching two girls together!

"I can see that she likes dressing up" said Kristin. "Look how excited she is to wear a bra."

"But the bra looks so sad, with nothing on her chest to support" I said, putting my hands on Kristin's boobs for effect.

"You're right Melanie" she replied. "We need to stuff her bra, so she looks more feminine when she puts on her blouse."

We took out a pile of old nylons and stockings that we had removed from the "rag bag". Kristin worked on Bianca's left 'breast', while I worked on the right one. It took a couple of tries to get both sides stuffed evenly, and without looking lopsided. As a young girl, I had stuffed my mom's bra, to see how I'd look with boobs. It was funny to see a man in the same position now!

"There" I said. "Now she fills out her bra nicely."

"Yes" said Kristin. "You sure are stacked, Bianca. Tell us how much you like it having big boobs."

"I like having big boobs" said Bianca, like a parrot.

Kristin put her hand on my butt, and pulled me closer. We kissed again, this time with more passion. She was a really good kisser. I wished I could find a man to date who kissed like she did! For show, I kissed back. With my eyes closed, it was so easy to forget that I was kissing a woman. I just imagined that I had a lover in my arms, not my roomie!

When I opened my eyes, Bianca was fully aroused again.

"Look how much she likes having boobs" said Kristin. "It gets her really aroused."

"It sure does" I replied. "She's getting all wet."

Next, we dressed 'her' up in an old, loose fitting tan skirt of Kristin's, with an embroidered flower on the front. I never got into that style, because I knew it would go out of fashion too quickly. I liked things that were going to be wearable for a long time, not just for one season. Not with the prices that they charge us for clothes. Why is it that a woman's garment costs so much more than a man's, when they use less material?

 

Anyway, next we put Bianca into a white halter top that I was going to give to the poor. It was too big on me, and it never did shrink, which was too bad because I thought it was really cute. It was a little tight on Bianca, but that just made her 'boobs' more prominent. Although they weren't quite smooth; there was some unevenness to them. We should have used a padded bra I guess, to hide that fact that it wasn't real female breasts inside the cups. Oh well. It was our first time doing this. What do you expect, perfection?

"Go get the camera" whispered.

A great idea. He'd hate the idea of being captured on film. Or digital memory in this case, since we had a nice digital camera. I turned it on, and handed it to Kristin.

"Pose for us, Bianca" she said. "Stick your hip out, like this. Make a kissing face for the camera. Yes! That's a good girl."

She snapped several pictures. Now I helped get Bianca into more 'sexy' poses on the couch, including a hilarious one with his skirt pulled up, and legs spread, and one with his legs pointed up, while he laid on his back. He looked so frightened! But he didn't quit. He still wanted to see us make out. So we had to press on, and keep with the plan to turn him into a woman.

"Bianca's face looks too plain" I said. "She really needs some makeup."

"And her hands look plain too. Why don't you do her face, while I paint her nails?"

"Excellent idea!" I said. "Bianca, come over here and sit at the table so we can make you look pretty."

As Kristin did his nails, I looked over his face. Now I considered myself to be pretty handy with the makeup kit. But Bianca was hopeless. How was I going to make a man's face look like a girl's? I was going to have to put a pretty heavy coat of foundation on for starters, which violated my usual theory that "less is more". I tried not to overdo it with makeup, because it could make you look so cheap when you're overdone. But I really didn't have a choice now.

After the heavy foundation, I started on the eyes. I was going to have to draw attention away from his manly chin and his lack of proper female cheekbones. So I put a lot more on his eyes than I would ever do for a woman. They needed to be the center of attention. So on with the overly heavy mascara, along with plenty of eyeliner. I worked on the eye sockets too, and even colored his eyebrows. It was a pity that they weren't plucked. I could make him look better if we could pluck his eyebrows. But I had to work with what he had going for him, which wasn't much.

I think I overdid it with the rouge, trying to give him the illusion of cheekbones. I wasn't happy with it at least. Kristin was done with his fingernails now, and he was holding them out to dry. She had used a frosty pink color on them, so I went with something similar for his lips.

I touched him up with some powder here and there, to take the shine off his face. I frowned. I wasn't happy at all with him. But Kristin winked at me. She seemed to like it.

"Okay Bianca" she said. "Lets get you to the mirror, so you can see how pretty you are, now that you're a woman."

 

You should have seen the look on his face when he saw himself in full makeup, and with his pink nails. I thought he was going to freak out. Kristin came over, and put her arms around me. We made a show for him, with us kissing again. She was so tender and so gentle. Not pushing her face at me hard like some guys. Not slobber all over me like others, or trying to ram her tongue down my throat. When she reached down and gently touched the tips of my nipples through my bra, I shuddered all over. That turned me on so much! Nobody had ever touched me like that. I pulled her closer to me, and it felt like I was melting into her arms.

"Do you want to see more?" asked Kristin.

Bianca nodded yes.

"Then we have to keep working on you. When we're done, you *are* going to be a woman."

 

That didn't deter him yet, so we took some more pictures. Then we put him into the ugly jewelry that my Aunt had given me. There were clip-on earrings with faux pearls dangling on the ends, along with a ring (which only fit his pinkie), and a silver necklace with five of the faux pearls in the middle. I always wore gold, not silver. And I didn't wear fake gems or pearls! I thought the jewelry was ugly and garish. But something too much over the top was just right for Bianca!

Lastly, there were matching bracelets, but unfortunately his wrists were too big, and we couldn't get them on him. But Kristin had an idea. She had some old bracelets that were the flexible kind, shaped into a 'C'. She was able to get them onto him, but there wasn't much room! They didn't match the other jewelry, but I was sure that a subtlety like this would be lost on him.

"With every little thing we do" said Kristin, "you become more and more feminine."

"When we're done" I added, "You will be a girl. Just like us."

"We're turning you into a woman" said Kristin. "How does it feel to have your manhood taken away? How does it feel to know that bit by bit, you are becoming more and more female?"

 

Now Kristin and I sat together on the couch, and went through another round of hugging, kissing, cuddling and caressing each other. She made me feel so fantastic they way she did it! Bianca looked like she was just dying, watching us, but also struggling with being 'turned'.

"Are you ready for your next step towards femininity?" I asked.

Bianca nodded. Darn. I was hoping we'd hit the breaking point soon. I didn't know too much else we could do. So we gave him an old purse, and taught him how to carry it. We got out an old pair of shoes that I no longer wore, and made him put them on. His feet spilled out over the sides, and it must have been painful for him in the toes! But still, he didn't quit. I even put ribbons in his hair.

I told him he was becoming a chick. I told him it would be *permanent*, and that he'd never be a man again if he kept on with what we were doing to him. But that didn't stop him.

Kristin took more pictures, and I told him that we would post them on the internet. I made him learn to sit like a girl, with his legs crossed. Kristin taught him how to strut. I made him talk in a womanly voice. And still, he didn't give up.

I was getting frustrated. No matter how I pushed him, no matter what we did to him, no matter how many times that we made him say that he was a woman now, he still didn't break. I was wondering what in the world else we could do.

"Don't worry" she said. "Lets make out again. Pretend that you're really into it. I'll think of something while we do it."

So we made out again, going further than we had before. Kristin must have really been working hard to think of an idea, because we did it for almost ten minutes before she smiled at me, and said the had the answer.

"I know" she whispered. "Go get the gag gift from Linda's bachelorette party."

I smiled. Kristin was truly evil. I went to the bedroom, and dug around in the closet for the box. I don't know why we kept it. For laughs I guess. At Linda's party, everyone got a gag gift. Kristin got a lollipop shaped like a man's genitals (which she had sucked on that night, and threw out). As for me, I won an oversized realistic looking plastic thing, shaped like a dick. It had that vein on it, and everything. I pulled it out, and handed it to Bianca.

"If you want to keep watching us" said Kristin, "you need to prove to us that you believe that you're a girl now. Suck on this. Make a good show of it. I'll be watching you, to make sure that *you* are into it."

She put her arms around my neck, and kissed me. I put my hands onto her hips, then onto her butt as she pressed in close to me. I glanced over to watch Bianca sucking away.

"He's still not quitting!" I hissed into her ear.

"I'm just getting started. I know a man's greatest fear" she whispered back.

After a couple of minutes, she turned to Bianca.

"I can see that you like dick" she said. "Tell us that you like how it feels to have one of those penetrate up inside you, deep into your pussy."

"I like how it feels" he stammered, "when someone puts one of these into my pussy."

"No!" I objected. I could see what Kristin was doing now, so I played along. "Say it right. Tell us that you love dick, and you like to get f*cked by one."

Now realize that I didn't talk like that normally! I might tell a lover to f*ck me harder when he was one top of me, and not hitting me just right. But I thought that explicit language would be more shocking. Unfortunately, that didn't deter him. He actually said it right back to me! Bianca the parrot.

I thought it was hopeless. I thought that we were caught in our own game, and that there was no way out of it. But Kristin came to the rescue.

"Since you like dick" she said, "I'll call Jerry from upstairs. He *loves* girls like you. He can come down here, so you can make out with him. He'd love to f*ck you with his big hard dick, just the way you like it."

 

"No, I can't do that!" said Bianca, his voice trembling in fear. Bingo! Kristin had finally done it! She found his breaking point.

"Get out of here" I said, throwing his male clothes at him. "You disgust me. You must really be a man under that female exterior. Only a *man* would say one thing like that, then act the opposite way."

"Get out" said Kristin, "and don't come back!"

 

Bianca went out of our room, with his tail between his legs as it were. He was still dressed up as a woman, so it would have been quite embarrassing for him to walk home like that! Even if he went in somewhere to change, he'd be totally embarrassed.

Oh how we laughed when he was gone (and we double locked the door). What a crazy day it had been!

"I bet he never stares at a girl again" said Kristin.

"Or a couple" I replied.

"Speaking of which" said Kristin, "I wanted to talk to you. Lets sit down."

I sat down on the couch next to Kristin. I could tell by her tone of voice that she had something serious to discuss.

"When we held each other, and we kissed" she started, "How did you feel?"

"I have to admit that I've never kissed a girl before" I said. "But somehow, it was very sensuous. I've never been held like that. I've never been kissed like that. It freaked me out a bit that I felt turned on."

"I really enjoyed it too" she replied.

She was really looking at me, right into my eyes. She put her arm out, and oh-so gently touched me on my cheek.

"It felt very special" she said, moving closer to me. "Very special."

Her lips were just millimeters from mine. I could feel the heat from her body. Gently, our lips met, and suddenly I felt myself wrapped up in her arms. She pulled me in close as we kissed, and I just melted. She knew just how to touch me, and where. She knew my body as well as I did, because she was a woman too. And I was really surprised at how easy it was to relax and enjoy what we were doing. I was really surprised that I *liked* it. And most of all, I was surprised now that I felt *aroused*.

Kristin continued to explore my body, touching me so gently, as if I was a treasured object. At first, I was too frightened by what I was feeling to respond. But as I relaxed, I was able to get into it more. I reached out and touched her. I thought of how I liked to be touched, where, and how hard. I did it to *her*, and she responded by letting out a low moan.

"Oh Melanie" she said. "Please, go on! Touch me like that some more! Oh that feels good!"

 

I was amazed that she was gently taking off my tank top, and that I was letting her. It had a built-in bra, so once it was off, by boobs were exposed to the cool air. Immediately, she had her lips wrapped around my right nipple, and she teased my left nipple with her fingers. I got so aroused that I felt like I was going to have an orgasm, right then and there. My head was thrown back with pleasure. A new dangerous pleasure I had never known before. I could not believe that a *woman* could make me feel like this.

I started to undress her, and did the things to her that she did to me. It felt really weird to be touching another woman's breasts. But when she responded by becoming hyper-aroused, it made it easy for me to keep on doing it. Slowly we did a dance, exploring each other's bodies, removing each other's clothes, tasting each other and kissing all over.

By the time we made it to the bedroom, I was *so* wet. As I lay on my back, and she put her lips against the lips of my labia, I was *so* on the edge that just the slightest touch from her could set of an orgasm. When her tongue found my clit, I was in total heaven. But then when she stuck her finger inside of me too, and quickly found my elusive G-spot, well, it was beyond description.

How can you describe a feeling? Words like 'cold' and 'hot' are good for an absolute sensation. But how do words possibly convey the way it feels to have every cell of your body aroused at once, and then to have release after glorious release of such overwhelming pleasure, that you can't believe you're not dreaming, or in heaven. To have your body respond with one orgasm after the next, until you are so tender between your legs that you have to make your lover stop what she's doing.... it is just not something that I can possibly describe with mere words.

When we were done, we just held each other closer. I could hear her heart beating, as I listened to her softly breath with contentment. She was running her hands through my hair, and it felt so relaxing. Part of me felt guilty for what I had just done with another woman. But I was just glowing inside. How could something that felt so right be wrong? I could feel the love in her touch. I had found a lover that really cared about *me*, and took care of me. Not like some man that wanted to bang you hard, come quickly, then roll over and go to sleep. This was *so* different. And so much better. After tonight, how could I ever think of sleeping with a guy? No guy could ever satisfy me the way that Kristin had. I was hooked.

We fell asleep in each other's arms. I fell into the most peaceful satisfying sleep I could ever remember.

 

 

The next day, Kristin and I talked about what happened between us.

"I have a confession to make" she said.

"What?" I asked.

"Ever since the first time I met you, I was in love with you. Last night was my deepest fantasy come true."

"But you never told me" I said, feeling somewhat upset that she would keep something so important from me.

"I was afraid that if I told you, I'd lose you as a friend. I would rather keep you as a friend and love you from afar, than to risk having you leave me all together."

I was flattered in a way. Someone so perfect like Kristin could have a crush on me?

"It pained me so much to watch you have one bad dating experience after the other" she said. "All of those men who only wanted you for your body. Not for *you*. It hurt me to see what you suffered through every time you thought you had finally found the right one."

I nodded. I had bad luck with love it seemed. Until now that is. Now it seemed clear to me. All those guys I had tried to hook up with, but in all that time, Kristin never had a date. I assumed she had some really horrible experience, and that she was gun-shy. But now with the clarity of hindsight, I could see that she was waiting for me all along. But there was something I needed to know.

"Kristin, please tell me the truth about something" I said.

"I've never lied to you" she replied. "And I never will."

"Was that all a setup with Bianca? Did you plan all that to get me to experiment with you?"

"No" she said, shaking her pretty head. "It was just an accident. I never met him before in my life. But I suddenly thought that it might give me a chance to do things with you that I had dreamed of, but never dared trying. Do you know how many times I've seen you looking pretty in your latest outfit, with your perfect makeup and perfect hair, and how I wanted *so* much to kiss you?"

"Me?" I said. "Perfect hair? No, that's *you* Kristen. My hair is always a mess."

"Not to me" she said. "I think you're perfect. When your hair is in your face like that, it makes you look *so* sexy and *so* hot."

"I have always thought that you were perfect too."

We kissed each other again. It was so passionate, so sensitive. A kiss of love. We were two girls, together in love.

 

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Epilog:

 

It was almost a year and a half since Kristin and I had become lovers. We got married at a civil ceremony three months after our first time together. We were so happy together, and now we had committed to each other for the rest of our lives. We were so happy together!

We honeymooned in the Bahamas, and our lives were just so perfect. I had a lover who completely understood me, as I understood her. We had the strongest physical and emotional attachment you could ever imagine. I had found my life partner.

 

There was a knock on the door, and I felt embarrassed. Here I was all grubby, doing housework, wearing an old pink T-shirt and jeans. My hair was pulled back into a ponytail to keep it out of the way as I worked. Why did company always decide to show up when I looked a mess? I peeked out through the keyhole to see a woman who looked somewhat familiar. But I couldn't quite place her. I opened the door to let her in.

"Oh Melanie!" she said excitedly. "I had hoped that this was the right apartment. Its been so long, I was afraid that I might get it wrong."

"I'm sorry" I said. "I just can't remember your name."

"I'm Bianca" she replied.

I was floored. I was looking at a *woman*. With real boobs and cleavage that was visible through her V-neck sweater. She looked nice, although not quite truly pretty. Now that I knew who she was, I could tell that she had been a man once.

"Bianca!" I said. "I can't believe it's you!"

"Can I come in?"

"Of course" I said, opening the door up the rest of the way.

We walked in, and I offered her a drink, but she declined.

"Kristin, get your butt in here!" I shouted, as I went to the kitchen to pour three glasses of white wine, which I just happen to have been ready to open, now that my cleaning job was winding down. Well, even if I did look a mess, at least the apartment was clean for company.

Kristin was hugging Bianca, touching cheeks and making a kissing sound. You know, the way that we girls greet each other sometimes. I noticed how soft and smooth Bianca's skin was. She must have been on female hormones.

"So" said Kristin. "What have you been up to lately?"

"Well, I've become a woman" replied Bianca, taking a sip of her wine.

"And a very pretty woman at that" I said.

"I owe it all to you two" she replied. "You see, that day when you dressed me up changed my life forever. When you scared me off, I ran home in my outfit. I got home, and looked in the mirror. I was so aroused from seeing the two of you together, that I had to, um, relieve myself."

Kristin and I looked at each other. I had to cover my mouth to try to hide my giggle.

"After that, I was addicted to dressing up. I started to do it more and more, until I realized that I was only truly myself when I was a woman. Three months after I met you, I had started on hormones. I've had breast implants as you can see, and several other surgeries. I've undergone electrolysis. And now I'm having the last operation next week. Then I'll *really* be a woman. And it is all thanks to you."

"Bianca, that's so sweet!" I said, squeezing her hand.

"Now enough about me. What have you two been up to?" she replied.

"Well" said Kristin, "for starters, we got married. You're looking at one happy couple. We're even thinking of finding a sperm donor so that we can have a baby."

"That's so wonderful!" said Bianca.

Both Kristin and I spoke at the same time: "She is".

We all started laughing together. Neither of us wanted to have our bodies ruined by having the baby, although we both wanted to raise one.

"Maybe we should just adopt" I said, causing another round of laughter.

"Speaking of marriage" said Bianca, "I came here for a reason."

"What's that?" asked Kristin.

"I'm getting married."

"That's wonderful!" I said, raising my glass in a toast. We all took a drink, then Bianca went on to explain the details.

"I met the most wonderful man. He's caring, thoughtful, and he really loves me. He understands that I'm just in transition, and we're going to wait until our wedding night before he makes love to me for the first time. I really will be a virgin for him. It is going to be so wonderful."

"I'm so happy for you" I said.

"When I started to transition into becoming a woman, a lot of my family and friends deserted me. They seem scared of me, like somehow if they hang out with me, *they* will become women too, or something. I don't get it. I'm still the same person, just in a female package now."

I nodded. It was so sad that people could be so cruel. I knew that since I married another woman, certain friends of mine suddenly disappeared. I could really empathize with Bianca. But at least I knew that the few friends who stuck with me were *true* friends, who I could really count on.

"So I wanted to ask you two a favor" said Bianca.

"Sure honey. What do you need?" asked Kristin.

"I want you to be my bridesmaids. I want you to be in my wedding party."

I looked at Kristin, and I knew that her eyes said 'yes'. We were so in tune with each other, that we didn't even need to talk to know what the other was thinking. Most of the time at least.

"Yes!!!" we both said together.

We stood up and had a group hug.

 

It was so ironic. Bianca had been the one that had brought Kristin and I together. And because of us, she had become a woman. I had married Kristin, and now Bianca was about to get married too. Because of that happy accident, on that day which seems so long ago, we had all found our own happiness.

I gave Kristin a hug and a kiss after Bianca left, and we made our plans to join her to pick out the bridesmaid outfits.

"I love you *so* much" I said.

"And I love you too" she replied.

We kissed again. Our love would live forever.

 

The End

  

  

  

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