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The Roommates: John, Nick, and Nicole        by: Neo            Neo@acmemail.net

John and I had been randomly paired up as freshmen and had been together ever since. While we weren’t soul mates, I’d have to say that we were very close friends. The following is my account of how we became even closer.

"Hey John, what’s our lab assignment today?" I hated our biochemistry labs (four hours of hell) but they were required by the college. Fortunately, we had an independent study lab which allowed us to work privately and at our own pace for the most part. However, we had procrastinated on this lab and it was due at the end of the week. After consulting our lab manual, John told me that we were to try and synthesize estrogen.

"I’ll try and get this one right, Nick. I’m sorry about screwing up the last project." John solemnly intoned.

"Don’t worry about. Anyone can set off a chemical chain reaction that requires the science building to be evacuated!" I teased. "Anyway, this doesn’t look too hard. We just have to synthesize the estrogen and submit it to the lab instructor for analysis to get our grade. Why don’t you grab the reagents and I’ll set up the bunsen burners?"

John walked over to the chemical storage cabinet and grabbed the various chemicals and supplies that we would use during the experiment. On his way over to the table, he caught his foot on an uneven piece of tile. Everything went flying and if memory serves I do believe John said "FUCK!"

The chemicals landed right next to me as I was lighting the bunsen burner. The liquids became aersolized as their containers shattered. Unfortunately, most of the aersolized liquid ignited in a large mushroom cloud that settled over me! I don’t know for sure but I guess the combination of the chemicals not being intended for topical use and the fact that they had been ignited made it feel like this cloud was penetrating my skin down to my bones. "JOHN, PLEASE HELP ME!" I screamed as though I was being murdered. He rushed me under an emergency water spout and rinsed me off. The pain began to subside and we just sat in a puddle on the floor of the lab.

"Nick?"

"Nick?"

"NICK!"

"What John?"

"Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?" John asked. His anxiety was visible all over his face.

"No man. That shit burned like a hell a minute ago but now I don’t feel a thing and my skin looks fine." I told him.

"We should still go see a doctor though," he insisted.

"John, I don’t have any insurance and you know it’s all I can do to pay the tuition. Let’s clean this up and call it a day. OK?" I retorted.

I guess John was feeling pretty bad about dropping those chemicals because he must have been watching me pretty closely as we sat around our dorm room.

"Nick, what happened to your shadow?" he asked.

"Huh?" (Clever reply!)

"Your five o’clock shadow. It’s gone!"

I rushed to the mirror and damned if it wasn’t. I checked the rest of my body and most of my body hair was gone! (Actually, it wasn’t. Most of my body hair could be found on the chair I’d been sitting on.)

"Do you think this is related to the accident?" John asked.

"Man, that is probably the dumbest question you have ever asked!" I replied angrily. Losing my body hair and realizing that I might not escape this accident unscathed had made me a wee bit testy. I spent the next two hours sitting in front of the mirror looking for the slightest change before John insisted that we get some sleep.

When I woke up the next morning, I knew something wasn’t right. I couldn’t put my finger on it and I was too much of a chickenshit to go look. I just laid there listening to John sleep. Finally I couldn’t stand it any longer. Like a condemned prisoner, I marched myself to the mirror. Nothing had changed! I looked all over but all I saw was myself standing in shorts and a tee shirt. Feeling like a new man, I went to take a pee.

In my defense, I contend that any man who finds his dick missing would scream and pass out.

"NICK, WAKE THE FUCK UP!!" John screamed at me.

"MY DICK IS GONE!" I yelled as reality began to intrude on me.

"My dick is gone man! Look!" I stood up in the bathroom and yanked down my shorts. John crouched down in front of me and began looking at my crotch the way someone does when they’re looking for a contact.

"Unfuckingbelievable" murmured John. "Let’s get you over to your bed."

I laid down on my bed (shorts around my ankles- a good fashion statement I’m sure).

"Nick, you feel ok?"

"Dumbshit question number two, John. NO, I don’t feel ok. I think I got a pussy where my dick was."

With that John sat down between my legs like he was suddenly my OB-GYN and started examining me. "It sure looks like a pussy, man. Does it feel like one?" he asked as he stuck his finger into me.

I was about to tell him not to stick his god damn finger into me when the sensation of being penetrated hit me so it came out like, "Don’t stick your god, oh god, oh god!"

This definitely did not make John back off. If anything he poked more vigorously all the while asking "What’s it feel like?"

I definitely began to get aroused. I could feel my "juices" start running and, for the first time ever, my nipples got hard with arousal! "It feels like you’re finger fucking me,jerk!" I retorted when I got control of myself. I pushed his finger out of my pussy and we both looked away in shame I think. I knew I was ashamed of my response to him and I think he was ashamed that he’d done this to me.

"Nick, you’ve got to go to the doctor now!"

"No, there’s no way I’m going to be labeled a freak the rest of my life. If nothing else changes, I can deal with this." I insisted.

"What if more things change?"

"I’ll deal with that when the time comes, John." I whispered.

Needless to say, we both skipped class that day. TV watching and bullshitting were the only real activities of the day. As we lay in our beds, I noticed that John was under his blankets even though it wasn’t particularly cool in our room. Unbelievably, unmistakably I heard rhythmic creaking from his bed springs. Normally, this wouldn’t be a big deal but it seemed wrong considering my new "vulnerability". It reminded me of what I might not ever be able to do again.

"Are you jerking off?!" I demanded.

The color of his face told me all I needed to know. "I’m, I’m sorry, Nick." stammered John. "I won’t lie. I know its sick but the thought of you lying over there with a pussy just won’t leave my mind."

"Well, you just better get it out of your mind because you’re not going to be doing anything with it, ever!" Big talk but now that I knew John was thinking about me, I found myself thinking more and more about what I knew he had underneath his blanket. I felt myself getting aroused for the second time that day. After catching John masturbating, I definitely didn’t want him to catch me. When I got up to go to the bathroom, John noticed my shorts were wet.

"Nick, that’s not what I think is it?" John asked.

I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

Later that evening, we had all of our buddies over for our weekly "porn and corn night" (porno movies and popcorn). John set up a movie and dimmed the lights. It was one of our favorites. The "plot" was a college girl gets gang banged by a fraternity. We had seen it a hundred times. I could’ve told you every detail about that girl but nothing about those guys. Until now. I was mesmerized by these guys and specifically by their cocks! I found myself fantasizing about what it might be like to be that girl. Getting penetrated from every opening by thick hard cocks. I realized that I now possessed a pussy and was in a room surrounded by horny guys! I snaked my hand down into my lap and began to slowly stroke my "penis". I felt my face flush with desire and it took all my restraint not to moan. I think I could have orgasmed if I hadn’t noticed John looking at me strangely from across the room.

Later, after all the guys had left, John asked me "Were you masturbating?"

"Yeah, I was." I replied.

"What were you thinking about when you were doing it?" John softly asked.

"None of your damn business!" I heatedly replied. But he knew.

I’m not sure but I think all of the episodes of arousal built upon each other. For all I knew I might have ovaries and each time I got aroused more and more estrogen was being produced. In any event, I found myself trying to fall asleep while being the horniest I have ever been in my life! This time I gave in to my cravings. I stroked my clit repeatedly until I orgasmed furiously. I’m sure that I cried out but I didn’t care. When I opened my eyes John stood next to my bed.

I pulled my shirt off over my head. My exposed chest still looked like the one I had always known except for maybe a hint of swelling around the nipples. I kicked my blanket off. My shorts were already off. I looked up a John and I couldn’t help but notice the huge tent he was pitching! I desperately wanted to be penetrated but I wasn’t about to make the first move. Some small part of my mind was still trying to resist having sex with a man. John looked into my eyes and saw that I was willing to be taken. Deftly, he removed his shorts and climbed into bed. I couldn’t believe it but I was going to be fucked by my best friend.

"Nick, are you sure you want this?" he whispered.

"Yes, I’m sure but for god’s sake don’t call me Nick right now. I can’t handle that."

John stroked my pussy while at the same time surprising me by kissing my manly chest. My nipples puffed up in a hurry though. I couldn’t believe the sensations he was causing in my chest and crotch. I shuddered to an orgasm in record time. John had so surprised me by taking care of me first that I felt it was only fair to reciprocate in some way. I pushed him onto his back and scooted down between his knees. I was face to face for the first time with a cock. (By the way, from this point of view even a seven incher looks like a baseball bat.)

"Please." John begged as I hesitated. That was all the spurring on I needed. I licked the head of his penis like an ice cream cone while wrapping my hand around the shaft. I swallowed up half his length while jacking my hand slowly up and down. From the way his hips started to buck and his muscles contracted, I could tell I was doing a decent job! Too late, I remembered what the outcome of good blowjob is- a mouthful of cum! I swallowed to keep from choking and it wasn’t so bad.

"That was fabulous baby!" Baby?

"Glad you liked it but you still have more work to do, John!" I exclaimed as I straddled him. I took his cock in my hand and guided it as best I could into my new box. Understandably, I was kind of tight. The pain I felt as he stretched my vaginal walls just heightened my enjoyment. There was a brief stab of pain as he took my virginity. It’s a good thing I was on a hair trigger or I wouldn’t have orgasmed as John shot his load almost immediately! I just lay there with my head on his chest and his dick in my pussy struggling to come to grips with my actions.

I pulled off of him and he went to his bed without a word.

The next morning probably would’ve been spent with talk of our first time if it hadn’t been for all the new developments! When I woke up, I immediately noticed a weight on my chest. I looked down to see two good sized breasts. No fruit analogies here but they definitely looked like B/C cups! I took a quick inventory in the bathroom mirror and was pleased? to see that my hips and ass had filled out as well. My face was definitely more feminine (those lips were made for nights like last night). John came up behind me as I was admiring myself. I noticed that I could see his face over my head in the mirror.

"John, you’re 6’1" aren’t you?"

"Yeah and you’re not 6’0" anymore!" he replied. "You’re probably around 5’7". Nick, it’s probably not too late to get you some help."

"I think you’re wrong. I’m just going to let this thing go its course. Better to be a woman than a lab experiment. In any event, please start calling me Nicole. It would help me accept things better."

"Nicole, (he stammered over the word), I still want to apologize about last night. First I get you into this mess and then I take advantage of you. Please forgive me!" He actually started to cry at this point.

"John, I want to be mad at you for all of this but I can’t. You tripped in the lab and I wanted last night as much as you did." I tried to hug him close but he ran into the bedroom.

"Why did you run?"

"I felt myself responding to your body. I’m so ashamed."

"John, do you like girls?" I asked.

"Yes, of course I do."

"Then why wouldn’t you respond when a cute young thing like me holds you?" I needled him.

"You’re my best friend Nick!" he wailed.

"No, I don’t think so. I think I’m your girlfriend Nicole."

We made love repeatedly all afternoon. I became an avowed cock worshipper. I couldn’t get enough of John’s cock. I love the taste, texture and smell of it. I really love it when he slowly inserts it inch by pleasurable inch into me.

When I woke up the next morning there were no traces of Nick left. Nicole was definitely in charge. My facial structure had finished re-sculpturing itself. My waist had definitely narrowed giving me an awesome hour glass figure. I had hips that men love to hang on to as they slam into their woman. It looked like I was up to a 36 D now and possibly still growing!

I had definitely accepted my change. I was relaxing contentedly in John’s arms when I suddenly remembered- the lab was due today!

"Get up, hon! Our lab was due two hours ago!" I yelled at John.

"Shit, Nicole. It’s not like my biochem grade can take another F."

"Well, at least you’re still a student here. I don’t exist but I don’t want you to fail either." I retorted.

"John, the lab takes 4 hours to do. The professor will be long gone by then. But I have an idea."

I peed into a test tube and in less than an hour I was able to(I thought) distill estrogen from my sample so that John could turn it in for a grade.

Epilogue:

John and I have been fucking like crazy and trying to set me up in a new life. We had almost forgotten the lab experiment until John came home one day with a strange look on his face.

"What’s the matter baby?"

"Good news and I guess better news."

"Out with it!" I demanded.

"Well the good news is that I got an A on our estrogen lab even though the professor couldn’t explain how there were two hormones in the sample."

"What’s the better news? Come on, come on!"

"Oh, that? The other hormone is called HCG."

I fainted.

When John revived me he said,"I guess you knew that HCG appears in a sample when someone’s pregnant, huh?!"

 

 

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