Author’s note:

It’s just a work of fiction folks.

Ch.02

The crab angel hair pasta that Becca bought me was amazing. Marciano’s didn’t look like much from outside but was a really great mom and pop place where everyone was treated like family. We waddled out of there well satiated after the pasta and a huge serve of tangerine chocolate semifreddo for dessert. Mrs Marciano, who Becca introduced me to, tried to ply us with some fritole as we went to leave, but we promised her we would come back another night to taste them. It was like visiting Nona’s house on a Sunday. You had to eat more that you needed to just to keep her happy.

Becca helped me take the bags of my new clothing purchases from the trunk and down into my basement abode. After pulling me into a long kiss she pulled back and held both my hands in hers, and smiled at me.

“Lets get your new look sorted,” she said.

The little part of me that was feeling a bit overwhelmed wanted to leave that till morning, but a larger part of me wanted to keep on going this very moment. It wasn’t long before she had gone through my drawers and wardrobe and pulled out almost everything, leaving only a few non gender specific items in their place. She then had me model all my new purchases, taking photos of me on her phone, before pulling the clothes off me and putting them away. The tight jeans, boots and pink sweater combination looked pretty good for a Walmart outfit and Becca took more than one feel of my denim covered ass before having me change.

“Becca, why the photos?”

She smiled sweetly at me. “I want to record the moment. You look freaking great, girl!”

“But I don’t want you to post these anywhere,” I said.

“Rune, are you saying you want to post them?”

I shook my head. “No Becca! I hardly use social media at all. I’ve told you I don’t post anything. I only use it to stay on top of class schedules and the like. I certainly don’t have family or friends to keep track of. I liked a few of your posts just to show you I was interested. I’m sorry to say that I didn’t really look at what you posted.”

“I don’t know whether I should be offended by that,” she said as she stuck her tongue out at me.

I picked up a pair of my old male boxers and threw them at her, missing her.

She laughed, adding “I think someone needs to be taught how to throw!”

Becca then came and hugged me. “Its okay Rune. I won’t share these with anyone. I may finger myself silly when I get home to a few of them, but that’s all. Trust me.”

She gave me another item to parade in and ended that conversation. She put the phone down for a moment, but not away, and picked it back up after a while, taking more pictures. Eventually all that was left out was the grey tshirt nightie and a pink cotton thong, her orange underwear that I had worn out shopping and me, standing there with a boner beside some garbage bags containing my male clothes.

I was kind of hoping that she would blow me, but instead she went to my small refrigerator and grabbed two ice blocks and returned, using them on me with no mercy until my penis was flaccid. She had me pull on the thong, tuck myself away, and slip on the nightie. She made me twirl on the spot and lifted up the hem of the night shirt so she could inspect me.

“It’s a freaking great ass, Rune. You’ve got a teen girl’s curves on those cheeks,” she said, smacking me hard on my left cheek. “I gotta get going. Help me with these bags and I will drop these off at a good will bin on my way back to my place.”

I felt a little conspicuous out on the street in the cool night air, particularly as she was parked right under the nearest street light, and I was dressed like a young woman. She closed the trunk and came round the car, pulling me into a long kiss. Breaking away, she looked me over and smiled.

“Trust me Rune. You’ve made a great start tonight. Believe in me and yourself, and your life will keep changing for the better. I’m flat out tomorrow, but I will come by Sunday and help you out with makeup and styling, not that I think you will need much help with either.”

I blushed and she giggled.

“Don’t go all coy on me, you said you had plenty of practice dressing up in your sister’s clothing, and with that complexion, you don’t need much makeup. Anyway I’m sure you will look at a few youtube tutorials without me!”

She got in, started up and headed off into the night.

I scooted back inside, down the stairs and looked at myself in the mirror. I did look pretty good, as good as my sisters did when they were walking around in a night shirt. Turning to face my bed, I saw Becca’s orange underwear on my pillow. Picking it up and sniffing at it, I could smell her sweet aroma in the background of my own funky smell.

Removing my thong I placed Becca’s on my now erect member and began stroking. I turned to face the mirror again and the new me looked amazing. I looked like one of my sisters. I focussed on the face in front of me, with its sarıyer escort blue eyes, high cheekbones and fine skin and soon felt my orgasm build. The girl in the mirror bit at her lip and her eyes flared, betraying the urgency that was building with her. She moaned softly, sweetly and amazingly.

Her faced changed as her orgasm hit her, her eyes burning and that classic feminine O face taking over. It became too much and I gushed into the fine fabric in a quick but satisfying orgasm. I washed Becca’s panties clean and hung them off a hook on the side of the wardrobe and got myself ready for bed when I heard my phone notification chirp.

Becca: Did my orange present assist you with the boner problem I knew you’d have?

Me: Yes.

Becca: I knew they would! Good night lover girl. Sweet dreams… BTW: I pulled over on Wheeler and fingered myself thinking about you. I now have a wet seat.

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“Oh my god! You look fucking amazing!” Becca said as she looked me over from the doorway, a take away coffee cup in her hand. “What did you get up to in the last 36 hours?”

I turned and went down the stairs, glowing at her compliment and reveling in the feel of the black yoga pants that clung to my legs and sports bra with inserts that sat under my bright pink puffer jacket. She followed me down and stood there, smiling, then biting slightly at her bottom lip. Her eyes drank me in and my trapped member pulsed in its confined space. She placed the coffee on my bedside table and beckoned me closer. I inched forward, her lips calling me in.

We kissed passionately and one of her hands found my ass, squeezing at a cheek, whilst the other made its way inside my jacket and pressed at my chest. She kissed down my neck and up across the other side, tracing my carotid artery until her lips found my earlobe and she whispered, “You went shopping without me? You got your nails done too? You bad girl! I wanted to have the experience of taking you out little miss fashion slut.”

She then spanked my ass cheek and nipped at my earlobe.

I squealed. “I couldn’t resist. I hardly slept that night. I was awake at dawn, so I hatched a plan, and went up to Peroria to the malls there. I would have gone further to Chicago, but that was a little too far for the weekend.”

“And it went well…?”

“As you can see, very well. I got a sideways look and a smirk from the nail lady in the salon I went to, but no body else paid me any undue attention.” I showed her some of the purchases, including some basic makeup items, and described more about the day I’d had. She told me off for some of my plainer purchases from Marshalls but approved of some of the other things I’d bought.

I then told her about the evening of cosmetic play I’d had, and the fact I’d been out jogging around the area this morning, dressed like I was. Unlike our earlier encounters, I was now the non stop talker and Becca was the passive listener. That was until she pulled off her shoes, shimmied out of her jeans and purple thong and knelt on my bed.

She motioned to the space below her bald pussy and spread thighs and gave me a command. “You! Under here! Start licking!”

I was almost transfixed. Her toned abs peeked out from below her tshirt and her hip bones were showing. That ‘inverted pyramid’ of perfection that ran from there down to her pussy mound was tanned and trim, with not an ounce of unfit flesh on display.

I shed my jacket and climbed under her, her arousal obvious as I looked up at her open lips. “Don’t keep me waiting!” she barked as she lowered herself slightly towards my face.

I knew she couldn’t see my smirk, but I waited a moment longer, savoring the thought that here I was, lying under the aroused sex of a goddess of a college student, with her wanting me to lick her. The ‘me’ of a year ago would never had believed it. The ‘me’ of last month would have thought it would be just another jack off shower fantasy that a woman this good looking would want me.

I felt the mattress shift as she sank another half an inch, searching for my tongue. I moved my head up slightly and extended it directly into her opening, feeling her warmth and inhaling her luscious scent. She shuddered and moaned as I raised my hands and grabbed at her hip bones, and then moved to grab her thighs, and pulled her down onto my mouth and went to work at her sweet honeypot.

“Keep…going…and I might just … oh fuck, yes, like that…might just forgive you Rune.” I followed her instructions and she soon she was whimpering above me, her hands grasping at my head and pulling me deeper into her.

“Fuck Rune, that tongue and your pretty face just…!”

Her words disappeared as her left thigh started to tremble.

“Going to cum! Keep going!”

I did my best despite the lack of oxygen, until she bucked and wailed above me, coating my face with her juices şarkışla escort and clamping my head between her shuddering thighs.

I pushed up on her and untangled my arms from her toned thighs and she dismounted, lying next to me on the bed as we both caught our breath. Eventually she leaned in and kissed me, cleaning my cheeks and chin of the remnants of her pleasure. Then we just laid there, just looking into each others eyes for what seemed like an hour.

“Rune, I hate to ruin a great morning, but I’ve got a paper due tomorrow and Kaycie really distracted me yesterday when we were supposed to be working on it. I gotta go in a little while.”

She put a hand out and cupped my pelvis. “I’ll even the ledger with you another time, as I have to go. But first tell me about the hair salon you went to.”

I told her about this part of my adventure and found myself repeatedly running a hand along her toned thigh up to her pussy as we talked. She moved without breaking eye contact until my index finger was making contact with her clit, causing her eyes to sparkle and her breathing to quicken.

“Mmmm, I guess I could be late a little,” she purred.

I shortened the length of my hand strokes and increased the force of contact into her. She lifted her upper leg slightly and shifted again, tilting her pelvis so that my fingers were now hitting into her wet folds.

She pulled her shirt up to expose her tits and reached up and pulled my head towards a breast, arching her back to give me better access to it, a moan exiting her lips as mine made contact with her erect nipple. I sucked gently and then hooked a finger up and into her deepness, pressing down on her mound with the heel of my palm, causing her to groan and spread her legs even further.

I adjusted myself and slipped a second finger into her and she began grinding herself into my hand, her wetness building and her moans increasing as I worked at her. She tried to say something but became incoherent as her orgasm hit and she wailed in release, bucking against my palm and pulling me harder into her heaving breasts.

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My phone notification chirped as I rounded the corner into Randolph and headed up the hill. I pushed on till I rounded the crest and then stopped to see what had come in.

Becca: Got the paper done but now Simone and I are behind schedule with our assignment. I’m not going to be able to catch you tonight or tomorrow. Sorry. Talk later.

Me: No problem.

Becca: No shopping without me!

I pushed the phone back into the pocket on the side of my leggings and headed down towards the courthouse with only two more miles to go till home.

The late afternoon sun was casting long shadows as I rounded the last corner and worked my kick for the last block and a half. Reaching the driveway I hit the timer on my watch and started sucking in air, both hurting, and reveling, in the post run come down. It was only then that I saw Stella standing on the porch watching me.

Stella Marsh. Wife of Steve Marsh. They were my late 30s landlords and rented me their studio basement. Correction, they rented the basement studio to the male version of Rune. I was currently pacing around in a matching set of women’s bright yellow running leggings and sports bra, looking for all intents and purposes not like that version of myself.

I waved, getting a wave in return and headed towards the door to my basement stairs, hoping she would not initiate contact. Whilst I was happy with where things were, I was not quite ready to deal with ‘this’.

“Hello. He’s not in!” She hollered. “I’ve just checked.”

I waved again and she descended the stairs and met me at the doorway. She started to repeat herself but after looking me in the eyes she hesitated. “Rune? Is that you?”

I nodded sheepishly.

“Hi Stella.”

“What happened? When? Ah, well, um.” She seemed lost for words.

“I didn’t..well um.”

I needed to put her out of her misery as she was getting no where fast.

“Stella, its ok. It’s still me. Just a new me.”

She smiled awkwardly.

“Rune… ahh… would you like some iced tea?” She nodded her head towards the porch. I took a deep breath and changed direction.

‘I might as well deal with this now.’ I thought,

The iced tea on the porch became a long island tea which then became an espresso martini and charcuterie board in Stella’s kitchen. I’d never really had much to do with her and her husband after I’d viewed the room and paid up for the semester in advance. It turns out she was an easy conversationalist and good listener. She was fascinated by the story of how, in the last few weeks, I had gone from Rune, the quiet blond male nerd she has hardly ever seen, to Rune, the chatty and funny girl living in her basements and now drinking with her in her kitchen.

We had both loosened up as the drinks flowed and things went şarköy escort easier than I thought they would. An added bonus was the fact that Stella had removed her light cardigan. Her nipple piercings were just visible under her tshirt and bra. I hadn’t noticed them if they had been there before.

‘If I hadn’t met the old you, I’d never have believed you are the same person,” she said. “I mean look at you, you’re a little college hottie!”

I blushed and thanked her for the compliment.

“So Rune,” she said, refilling my glass, “How far does this go?”

“You mean me and this?” I gestured to my body, “Or do you mean Becca and I?”

Then an evil thought crossed my mind. I raised an eyebrow. “Or do you mean something else?”

She laughed a little too quickly, and turned to the fridge, and came back with some more cold cuts and arranged them on the board.

“I mean your body. Nothing else. What happens between Becca and you is your private business.”

I may not be the most socially experienced or adept person, but I didn’t quite believe her answer.

I put my hands on my padded sports bra and smiled.

“I’ve always felt happy when I’ve had the opportunity to be dressed in women’s clothing, and I’m loving having my own stuff now. It feels like I have a new skin.”

I paused for a moment, contemplating the next few words that I had thought, but not verbally expressed.

“In answer to your question, I think I will see how I go. I haven’t really thought of a bodily end game. I’m pretty sure I want to keep my male member but maybe get some chest work done. My one experience of sex with my male part was pretty good.”

Stella struggled not to spit out her cocktail over her immaculate kitchen bench top. “Stop! Wait! You’ve only had one experience of fucking?”

I giggled and nodded. “Last Friday with Becca!”

“Oh, my sweet summer child! You seriously only lost your virginity last week?”

I giggled again. The booze was hitting home.

“Don’t you remember me just telling you about my fucked up upbringing?” I said.

It was now Stella’s turn to giggle, causing her ample sized breasts to juggle under her tshirt. I should not have looked at them, and her piercings, for more than a moment, but they were spell binding. I pictured them unencumbered by a bra and gulped down a deep breath.

“So just girls then?” Stella asked.

“I like being a girl but being with girls. I’m not interested in guys in any sexual way. I guess that makes me a lesbian,” I said.

We both laughed and Stella’s breasts jiggled, and I couldn’t help myself. I looked and I enjoyed and I fantasized.

Stacey busted me looking. She stopped, I stopped. Everything stopped. We looked into each others eyes. I saw a flicker of something there. I didn’t dare breathe.

And then her phone rang. She picked it up and turned away. It was Steve. He was on his way home from the airport but had an issue at the store with his credit card.

I got up off the breakfast bar stool, took a breath to settle myself, and took her glass and mine put them next to the sink. I then headed to the door and out into the early evening dusk beyond, giving her a final wave through the window, and getting a nod, before I headed down the porch stairs, my heart beating way too fast for my liking.

Ch. 03

She picked up her burrito and took another mouthful, her dimples moving sweetly with each bite. “Hey Rune, I’m sorry. I know I’ve been pretty terrible at spending time with you. I’ve wanted to but between the assessments and the increased training tempo that Coach Dalton set, I’ve just been flat out.”

“I know,” I said. “I didn’t want to sound needy. I just wanted you to know that I had hoped we would have seen a little more of each other the last two weeks.”

“Awww, does my girl miss me?”

I blushed.

“Its ok Rune. I’m just shit stirring,” she said as she took a mouthful of iced tea. “It was great of you to come and watch me at training yesterday.”

I’d been gaining in confidence around campus. “I was a bit self conscious at first, dressing in women’s clothes and going to lectures and the like, but then I realized that no one knew me anyway. I’d been invisible to everyone as my male self. Now, people do see me, but just as another girl.”

She smiled and put down her last bite. “Not just another girl, Rune.”

“You’re biased. At least, I think you might be biased.” I said.

She picked up her phone and took a selfie, then changed things around so she got a shot with both of us in it.

“You bet your cute ass I’m biased, Rune,” she said, looking at me intensely. “But I’ve seen the way many guys look at you, and a few girls too.”

I blushed a second time. “You’re just shit stirring again.”

She put down her phone. “Rune, are you telling me you haven’t noticed the looks you’ve been getting from men?”

“Look, I have, but…..”I felt a little weird saying it to her but I said it anyway.

“No buts Rune. You’re my little hottie. There are guys out there who obviously want to fuck you.”

“I’m not interested in men, Becca!” I said, looking her in the eye.

Silence descended upon us for an uncomfortable minute or so. She didn’t eat or drink and I didn’t break eye contact.

She picked up her last bite of burrito and dealt with it, then licked her fingers.