Never Wanted To Be Your Girlfriend Ch. 05byAndi_Lembke©
Two days had passed since my mother's ultimatum to go back to being Andy, and neither she nor my father had said more than 4 words to me. My dad even seemed to be going out of his way to avoid seeing me.
Derrick said he fixed my problem with Michael, he had basically hacked in and deleted any backup copies Mike had on time machine, and then nuked his laptop and restored it without the video. I was so relieved. But Derrick really liked my boobies all pumped up, and the way I was dressing really turned him on, so he said to keep playing along, but that If I felt like defying Michael on anything that I was safe to do so now.
So I continued to use the Brava, which I was sure I needed to stop doing, as everyday the swelling went down less and less, so that by Friday I didn't need to resort to the inserts at all.
Michael continued to supply me with hot, school girl accouterments. It was a green skirt and underwear for Wednesday, along with matching bows on the stockings and ribbons in my twintails, a Pink set on Thursday, and today was a mixture of green and orange the school colors - orange and green ribbons, orange bows on my stockings, a green skirt and orange bra and panties. With the mostly white outfit and the green and orange accents, my outfit matched the cheerleading uniforms Shana and the girls wore on game day. Michael said to keep all the clothes that they were now my standard uniform for school.
And I was actually starting to enjoy looking like an anime cosplay girl every day. Shana made a comment that I was like 'walking PG rated porn'. I laughed at that, but in a way I kinda got off on it. I had spent my whole life being unremarkable, and now I was usually the center of attention. But I was glad that in the future I would have more freedom to dress the way I wanted. I was not enjoying getting up this early. For once I'd like to sleep-in. put my hair in a ponytail, and wear jeans and tank top to school, or something casual.
When Derrick dropped me off that morning, he said he had some business to take care of that afternoon, so I would have my afternoon free. I once asked him what his business was, and he looked at me sternly and said not to ever ask again, so it's a topic I definitely stayed away from.
But I was free after school to hang with Shana and the girls, which got me very excited. Shana had a car so after school she drove us to Brie's house. Brie's dad was a big time mortgage guy or something. They had a huge house with a pool over by the Victoria Golf Course. Nobody was home when we got there.
It was late September in Riverside, California, and almost a ninety degrees. Molly, who like never spoke, suggested we go swimming.
"Yes!!!" Shana squealed.
"I don't have a suit."
"So, go skinny dippin', bitch!" Shana beamed and smacked my ass.
Brie bounced over into her huge walk-in closet.
"You can borrow one of mine, that's what these three freeloaders do."
She came out with a handful of bikini's and tossed them on the bed. Katie, Molly and Shana snatched up a set each for themselves. I bit my lip as I reached for the one that was left. A shiny white one with pink polka dots. The bottoms tied at the sides.
Shana, Brie and Katie reached for the side zippers on their cheer shells, and were out of their uniforms in a flash. I was a little stunned to see them changing in front of me. I had never seen a girl naked in real life, so seeing these prime specimens buck naked, I was like a deer in headlights. Shana laughed.
"Like what you see, Andrea? C'mon, hurry up and get changed. Last one in the pool is a filthy slut."
I still hesitated. Katie who was now totally naked began unbuttoning my shirt. I stared at her perfect little B-cup breasts, he fatless body, and her curves.
"It's okay, Andi, don't be shy. You're one of us now."
She pulled my shirt off, and gently rested a hand on one of my tits as she moved around behind me to untie my corset and I started to get aroused. I stopped her.
"I... I'm sorry. I'm still really new at this. Can I..."
Brie, who was pulling off her uniform now smiled warmly.
"It's fine if you're shy, Andi. We've been getting naked together since we were like 8 There's a bathroom down the hall you can change in, but you're gonna miss out on stuff like this."
Brie grabbed Shana and kissed her full on the mouth. Shana returned the kiss, and slapped Brie sharply in the crotch.
"Ow, bitch!" Brie said as she pinched Shana's boob.
Shana pulled away and danced slowly as she turned in a circle and spoke.
"I told you. I'm not that kinda girl."
"Liar!" Katie squealed. "You made out with me on a sleep-over when we were 12. After Tommy broke up with you."
Shana blew her a kiss.
"And if you play your cards right, bitch, maybe one deal I'll seal the deal, and lick your pussy."
"Gross," Molly exclaimed.
"Somebody's jealous," Katie smiled and smacked her ass in Molly's direction. Molly stuck her tongue out at her.
"I'm gonna go change," I said as I blushed. Katie threw me a beach towel as I was walking out.
I went down the hall into the bathroom and closed the door. I undressed and had to fight the excitement and thrill of wearing a bikini for the first time. I tied the top around my back, and then lifted the strings and tied it behind my neck. It caressed my breasts wonderfully, and looked amazing. I pulled on the bottoms and tied the sides. I checked myself in the mirror. I had some marks on my sides from the corset, and was curiously intrigued with how shapely my body seemed. I wonder if it had something to do with wearing the corset all week. I wrapped the towel around me and tucked it in, so it was a long skirt.
I pulled my hair out of the twin tails, and tousled it to sort of get out the kinks from being bunched up like that all day. I was gorgeous enough. I stepped out into the empty hallway and I could hear music, and splashing coming from outside. I saw out the window that the girls were already in the pool.
I raced downstairs, and walked out the back into the pool area. The cat calls started immediately.
"Whoa, bay-bay!" Shana yelled.
I removed the towel, and threw it on one of the loungers.
"Damn, gurrrrrrl! You better get that hot body in the water before it melts." Katie crooned.
I smiled and did a little curtsy. And then dove into the pool. We had a splash fight, and goofed around for a bit, then got out and lay in the sun. We tanned for a few hours, Katie and Molly had to leave, and Brie went inside for a while, leaving the lounger next to me open.
Shana came and laid next to me.
"Okay. I don't want to make you uncomfortable. But It's really hard to believe you're really a boy," Shana prodded.
"Thanks, I'm having a hard time believing it myself." I replied
"How long have you been doing this?"
"Dressing like a girl."
"About a week."
"Shut up! Okay, you were either meant to be a girl, or you're like getting help from some Hollywood illusionist."
"Thanks, actually I've been getting make-up and hair tips from... a friend."
She motioned to my boobs.
"What about these? Did you get implants or something?"
"No, it's..... I've been using this thing called a Brava."
"One of those boob pump thingies? You mean they actually work?"
"Well, I'm not on hormones, so it's not permanent, it's just...like, swelling."
"Can I feel them?" She asked curiously
I really didn't need to get turned on right now, so I stalled.
"You can feel mine if you want. I touch yours, you touch mine," she pleaded.
I gazed longingly at her beautiful D-cups, then back to her quivering lips, and those stunning blue eyes - she was like a voluptuous Lucy Hale. I was powerless.
"Okay..." I relented
Shana gently traced the outer curves of my boobs with her hands. She gently massaged them carefully avoiding my nipples.
"They feel amazing. Here feel mine."
I nervously reached out and did the same thing to her fabulous breasts that she did to mine. I started to get hard, I reflexively gasped. Shana took that as a green light, she crawled on top of me, and kissed me deeply as she ground her pelvis into me. She pulled my tits out of the bikini, and sucked my titties. It was torture. I was so hot and horny.
"What's wrong? I'm sorry. Are you only into guys?"
"No, it's not that. It's just....it's embarrassing."
"It's okay, you can tell me anything. I won't judge you."
She kissed me gently, and ran her fingers through my hair. I broke down. I told her everything about how everything got started. How I got blackmailed into this, the glue, Michael/Michelle and Derrick... everything.
"Shut up! So, wait. All this time, like all your life, you always fantasized about being a girl, but never did anything about it till now?"
"That seems really stupid, right? And now I don't know if I'd ever go back. I mean... Well. I've never had sex with a girl, so I don't really know, but sex with Derrick is...."
"Yeah... It was sort of on the DL, about 3 years ago. I was going through this really rebellious phase. I was sneaking out of the house, and hanging with the rough crowd. Derrick's crowd."
"So is Derrick considered...I don't know... unusually good in bed?
"Nah. I'd say he's above average. But... I know that look in your eyes. And sex for girls is different. When it's done right, it's just mind-blowingly awesome."
"You can say that again. Is it that way for guys?"
"I don't know... But when you get your wang unstuck, I'm willing to let you experiment on me."
She rubbed my "pussy" and kissed me deeply. I kissed her back. Brie came out onto the patio carrying my phone.
"Andi, you're phone is ringing... It's Derrick," She said teasingly.
"Should I answer it? Tell him you're busy gettin' down with his ex?"
She pantomimed hitting the answer button. I got up. Tucked my tit back into my bikini and ran to get the phone from her. She played keep away for a bit, and then gave me the phone. I answered.
Brie giggled. I punched her on the arm.
"Where are you?" Derrick asked playfully.
"Hanging out at Brie's.... by the pool... with Shana."
"What are you wearing?"
"Why don't you come get me, and see."
"I'll be right over."
He hung up. I shuddered with excitement. I couldn't wait to be with him again. Shana walked up.
"Running away to be with your loverboy?"
I nodded with a shit-eating grin.
"Slut," Shana moaned as she rolled her eyes, and pinched my tit.
"I'm gonna split, too. I gotta get cleaned up for the game tonight."
She hugged Brie.
"I'll see you and the girls at the school at 6:30."
Brie broke the hug and looked me up and down, and smiled.
"Keep the suit, Andi. It looks better on you than me, anyway."
I smiled and hugged her. Shana walked with me upstairs to get my things. As I began sorting my clothes, I saw Shana checking out my ass, a growing look of concern spreading across her face.
"Andi, are you sure you're not on hormones?"
"Yeah, totally. Why?"
"Well, for starters you have one hell of a girly ass for a guy," She stated, "C'mere..."
She pulled me in front of the mirror in Brie's room, and pulled my bikini top away from my boob again. She pulled one of her boobs out as well.
"...See this? Your nipples look darker larger, and more girly. Like mine."
I compared the two. She was right. She continued.
"Nipples don't start looking like this until our hormones kick in. Also, I felt the gland behind your nipple, boys don't have them. They only start growing when there is estrogen present."
She squeezed my boob around my nipple. It hurt really bad, but I could see that there was a golf ball sized lump behind my nipple. I felt it, it was rather large. She put my hand on her boob and I could feel the same lump, only hers was larger.
"That's the mammary gland. You have real breasts, girlfriend. You can only get these with hormones."
"Is it permanent?"
She nodded concerned.
My world was spinning. I nearly fainted.
What the fuck was happening? Somebody had to be dosing me. But was it Derrick or Michael? I got suck to my stomach. I ran to the bathroom and threw up. Shana followed me in. I knelt there crying - my world falling apart.
"What's wrong?" Shana asked.
"I don't know who to trust anymore. And... now, because of this... I can't go ever back to the way I was, even if I wanted to. I'm.... I'm stuck this way."
Shana hugged me. She didn't say anything. She didn't need to. There was nothing she could say that would make me feel better.
I pulled out my phone. I texted Derrick:
[I think I swallowed some pool water or something. Not feeling good. Gonna have Shana take me home, K?]
After a few seconds the reply came.
[OK :( ]
I looked up at Shana.
"Will you take me home?"
Shana dropped me off. I ran up up to my room, closed the door, and collapsed onto my bed. I lay there staring at the ceiling for what seemed like an hour. I got up, and went to my computer and searched for HRT effects. As I read more about it, I began to learn that it makes the skin softer, more translucent, the body begins to store fat around the breast and hip areas, the face becomes more gentler, and feminine.
I locked the door, and stripped naked. I examined my body in the mirror. I had slight curves, my skin seemed softer, my face gentler. I put the bikini back on, I ran to the bathroom to weigh myself. I had gained 7 pounds since the last time I weighed myself. Women retain fat more easily than men. But my belly wasn't bigger, it was all in my boobs and hips. I shuffled back to my room in a a daze.
I went to my computer and sorted through my pictures till I found one of me in swim trunks from last year. I didn't recognize me. I compared that picture to the person I saw in the mirror... and it was very apparent - I WAS ON HORMONES!
My shock turned to anger. Whether I liked it or not. I was Andi to stay. My mom would be furious when she found out. This would confirm everything Michael was saying to her about me, and that I was transitioning behind my her back. It had to be Michael who did this. He gave me OJ every morning. He could have easily hidden it in there. I never would have tasted it.
How could I have not known this was happening, and how did it happen so quickly? I stood at the mirror looking at the new me. I tried to picture the old me from the picture in the vision that stood before me.... but I couldn't. All I saw was the girl I had always wanted to be.
The words Michael spoke that first afternoon when he tempted me into dressing for the first time echoed in my head -- "I'll make you into the girl you always wanted to be." And there she was in the mirror. What I had secretly always wanted had come to pass, but I hated who I had to thank for it. I should have been happy, but instead I felt used - like a plaything that Michael and Derrick were just fucking with.
Almost on cue, my phone rang. It was Michael. I couldn't contain my rage. I answered it.
"You fucking piece of shit!"
"Whoa, Andi, is that any way for a young lady to talk?"
"You've been dosing me with estrogen."
"Yeah, I wondered how long it take you to figure it out. And it's been working out way better than I hoped."
"How could you?"
"You are very naive Andi. You always have been. I've been slipping very low doses to you all summer. The changes were so slow and slight that nobody noticed, not even you. You didn't notice your nipples getting darker, or ever so slightly larger, your body less boxy, your skin softening, your hair getting thicker and healthier. You were saturated with estrogen. All we did this week was boost them, and your feminine body has rocketed to life. The Brava has helped the fat cells propagate at an accelerated rate. When the gland finishes developing you could end up a voluptuous full C or even a D cup. You're gonna be irresistible..."
I started crying.
"I've known what you are longer than you have. All the telltale signs were there. While riding in the car, I'd see you glancing out the window at shop windows full of only women's fashions. There was the guilty way you look at Britney's sexy lingerie lying around the house, hoping no one would notice. But you forget, I'm just like you. So, I noticed. Remember that night we had the house to ourselves, 4th of July... I left a bunch of sexy things on the counter in the bathroom just to see if you would spend any extra time in there. You weren't taking a dump in there were you?... You were trying on my sister's clothes, weren't you."
He had me pegged.
"Yes," I sobbed.
"You shouldn't cry, dude. I'm making you into what you always fantasized about, and conversely what I always fantasized about - a meek little tranny slut that I can control. And no matter what you think about your relationship with Derrick, he will absolutely grow tired of you no matter what you do. It's his nature. And when he does, he'll turn you over to me, and you'll be me little fuck toy, until I grow tired. And then... who knows?"
"How could you? You were my friend."
"I'm still your friend. I'm your best friend. You can't tell me this hasn't been the best week of your life. You are now friends with the most popular girls in school. You're having amazing sex, and you don't have to hide who you are anymore. How is that not awesome?"
"You just can't fuck with people's bodies like this. Without their permission. This is my body. My choice."
"It's my body now. I own you."
"You arrogant, little shit!"
"Careful, you know the consequences of getting out of line, missy. And I need you're sweet ass over here tonight. So get your lips all shiny, and your ass all lubed, and ready for my cock. Derrick is out 'taking care of business' so you are mine tonight."
I hung up. He couldn't control me anymore. Derrick had taken care of that. I was certain of one thing going forward. I was not going to be anybody's bitch. I was going to take control of my life.
I sat at my computer and began compiling research on what I needed to do to be Andi legally, and whether or not I could pursue transition without going all the way. I wasn't against having a vagina, but it seemed the odds of getting a good one were pretty low. Besides I really loved anal way more than I thought I would. But I had never even had a chance to use my dick...
As I was bookmarking articles, something Michael had said began to bother me. Why did he have to wait for Derrick to lose interest. Why was that important? He must have really feared Derrick, or maybe it was something else. What did he mean by "we boosted"? Could Derrick be in on this with him? He did make it a point to make those amazing shakes all the time. How could I be in a relationship with someone I didn't trust. Or better yet, someone who didn't trust me.
That thought prompted me to feel my glued down "pussy". Something sharp poked my finger through the bikini bottoms. I pulled them down, and examined the area. The glue was peeling, and cracking I tugged on my member, and with a crackling sound, and a little bit of pain it came free, but was encrusted with dried glue. I tried peeling some of it off, it was excruciatingly painful on my sensitive skin.
I quickly did a search for breast form glue, I found the brand Michael had used. I clicked on the remover link, and read the ingredients. I did another search, and found a link that said in a pinch, though not recommended cuz it would ruin the breast forms, that nail polish remover could be used. My mom had bought me some when we went shopping!
I pulled up the bikini, and walked gingerly to the bathroom, the dried glue was pointy and prickly on my nut sack. I took a wash cloth and some nail polish remover, and went to work gently loosening up the glue, and removing the remains. My junk was free at last. But the remover dried my skin out. I needed a shower.