Becoming Abby Ch. 02

I woke early the next morning. My wife snuggled close her head laying in the crook of my shoulder one arm draped across my chest her hand cupping my breast. I blinked my eyes taking stock of my surroundings. My body was sore, my jaw was sore, my ass was sore. A smile played on my lips when I remembered how I reached this state. I tried to move as gently as I could to get out of bed.

"What time is it?" Missy mumbled as I stood up.

I glance at the clock and lean down kissing her head softly. "6:30 babe. Too early"

"Ok" she rolls back over and snuggles back into the bed.

Heading into the ensuite I turn on the lights and squint my eyes. The lights in here are so damn bright. I mean yeah it's great for doing makeup and such but so bright first thing in the morning. I couldn't help but smile as I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was still pink and a disaster. I had black streaks down my face from the tears that had run down through my eye liner. And what was left of my lipstick was smeared across my cheeks.

I pulled the cream out of the cabinet and used it to remove the rest of what makeup was left. Once I was sure I had it all off it was time to access the rest of me. I still had my breast forms on. I checked the edges and was impressed. The company had approached us about testing their new glue. It was guaranteed to hold through anything for 36 - 48 hours, and not only that but it worked with the forms blending the edges almost perfectly with my skin. It took very close inspection to even find the edge.

Happy with that I started looking for any places that might need the attention of my razor making mental notes for when I got in the shower. As my hands slid over my ass I flinch a little at a especially tender spot. I grinned. I was going to remember last night all day today. I turned this way and that trying to see if there was a bruise but I couldn't tell. I turned to the shower.

This was something that I was very proud of. When we remodeled the house I had designed the plans for this ensuite myself. There where going to be his and hers sinks, lots of lights, massive mirrors, and a walk-in shower defiantly large enough for two. By a happy chance I made a mistake in my measurements and there was double the amount of space for the shower. So instead of adding a wall I convinced Missy to let me double the size of the shower and add his and hers shower heads. I love this shower.

Stepping in I turned the water on to the preset temperature and gathered my things while it heated up. Ok so guy or girl I'm not going to lie women have the best shower products. From the caramel body wash with real sugar crystals for exfoliating your skin to sugary smelling shampoo and conditioner special made for colored hair. Girl shower products are the best.

Once the water was good and hot I stepped under the rainfall shower head closing my eyes and just letting the water run over my body. When I opened my eyes I could see the pink color running out of my hair and down the drain. I love these one use colors. Time to start my daily routine. Wash my hair scrub my body and shave from head to toe.

After my shower and drying myself I headed back into the bedroom to my dresser. Top drawer panties, something white and cotton this morning. Second drawer bras and nighties. I pick a red nightie with built in cups and cross back straps. A Christmas gift from Missy. I pull on my panties and slip the nighty over my head pulling it down and adjusting it under my breasts it hangs down to about mid-thigh. It's definitely not the sexiest thing I own but for just around the house in the mornings it's very comfortable.

I grab my silk dressing gown wrapping it around me tying it closed and head for the door. I was unsure as to what I was going to find when I went down stairs but I saw no reason to change what I would normally do until I found out. At the top of the stairs Abby's door was closed but the guest room was open. Must mean they didn't stay. I sighed and headed down.

At the bottom of the stairs the house was dark for the most part, I headed through the living room to the kitchen to start coffee. About half way across the room a tripped over something and almost fell on my face "Shit!" I cried and grabbed the corner of the couch to keep from falling.

"What..?" said Chris lifting his head off the floor. I had tripped over his foot.

"Dude! What the fuck are you doing in the floor?" I asked

"Shh... not so loud.. Fuck my head... Where is Mary?" he moaned

I looked down and there was Mary passed out on the couch naked as the day she was born.

"For the love of... Couldn't you guys make it to the guest room?" I asked as I pulled a cover off the back of the couch and covered Mary with it.

Chris shook his head "I could barely make it to the floor. Or the toilet."

I rubbed my eyes and headed for the kitchen "I'm going to make coffee."

"Yeah. Be with you in a minute... Where are my pants?"

I picked them up off the table and threw them at him on my way past. Speaking of the remodel of the house, this room is the exact reason why it happened. I love to cook. Abby loves to cook. We love to cook for others, so I built my dream chef's kitchen. Everything was shiny polished stainless, glass, or polished black granite. There was a place for everything and everything had its place. I could be in here less than a minute and tell you if something had been moved.

I had preset the coffee pot for 8 am my normal time on a day off so it was simple to just push a button and watch it start. I was leaning on the counter watching the coffee drip into the pot when I heard Chris behind me.

"Man what the fuck are you wearing?"

I had to laugh a little "Yeah... not exactly what you would expect to see right?

"I have spent many a night over here and seen both you and Missy in your pjs, but I have never seen you wear something like that."

I turned around and leaned against the counter. The look on his face was priceless I wish so bad I could have got a picture.

"Dude what the hell! I thought Abby was gone?"

"She is gone for now man relax. The things are glued on and trust me as much as we paid for these puppies I'm not about to chance damaging them by ripping them off my chest just because it makes you a little uncomfortable. " I hear the pot click finished behind me.

Pulling out two cups I made us both a cup of coffee and we sat down across from each other at the breakfast table. We didn't talk but I could feel a tension in the air as we sipped our coffee.

"Ok man spill it." I said. "What's your issue? My tits? My robe?"

He shook his head. "Nah you got a nice rack that doesn't bother me... Would you have actually done it?"

I looked at him questioningly "Done what exactly?"

"Do you remember last night?" he asked

"I remember last night." Said Mary from the door. "Good morning Abby? I guess?"

"Good morning Mary. Not Abby, and nice to see you with clothes on." I got up to make her a coffee as she blushed.

"Ok if your not Abby then what are you wearing?" She asked

"I already asked that question and I'm still waiting for an answer." Chris said with a sip of his coffee.

"This is what I would normally wear around the house when we have no guests. And as the two of you already know about some of my dressing habits and since my breasts are still very glued on and I didn't even know if you would still be here or not I said fuck it and wore what makes me happy." I set the coffee in front of Mary and sat back down.

"Now about your other question. Yes I remember last night. Well most of it anyways. Towards the end there is a blank, like I don't remember going up stairs."

"Ok then the question stands would you have done it? Because it looked like you would have done it. I mean, damn it looked like you wanted to do it. It looked like you wanted to do it more than anything in the world." He tried to hide behind his coffee as my mind retraced the events of last night.

"Oooh! You mean would I have sucked your dick." I chuckled as he choked on his coffee and Mary turned an even brighter shade of red.

"Me no I would have never sucked your dick. Abby now... that's a whole nother story. She would have sucked your dick in a second if her owner told her to." Mary was slapping Chris on the back now. "Trust me she knows what a man likes and she is very VERY good at sucking dick. You would not have been her first." I was doing my very best to keep a straight face and not smile or anything while talking.

Chris was turning blue. Mary had so much blood rushing to her face I thought she was going to pass out.

"Yeah man you said she looked eager and you don't know the half of it. She would have given you a blow job to rival every other blow job you have ever had." The look in Mary's eyes almost cracked me.

"Hey I think I give a pretty damn good blow job!" she squeaked out

I lost it. I just couldn't hold back the laughter anymore.

"Why in the hell are you guys talking about blow jobs at 8 in the morning over coffee?" Missy asked from the door.

I looked at her with tears streaming down my face. "Is it a forbidden subject?"

"No" she said grabbing a cup for coffee "I just wish you would have waited on me."

I have not laughed that hard in a long time. Any tension that was left in the room dissipated as we all settled back for coffee. Missy noticed what I was wearing "Being a little brave this morning are we?"

I shook my head "Nope. Remember the new glue? 36 - 48 hours and it's hardly been 18 yet. Showered and everything they have not moved an inch or lost the blending."

Mary was interested now so Missy opened my robe a little and pointed out where exactly in my cleavage you would normally be able to see the transition line from breast to skin. "This new glue actually works as a blending agent as well and make it damn hard to find the edges which in turn really opens up Abby's wardrobe options."

"Yeah about that" Mary asks "When did all this start?"

I sat back. "Thats a long story and while honestly I know every word of it I'm not really the best person to tell it. Abby is. But what I can tell you about is this. I have been wearing women clothes, off and on, for almost as long as I can remember. As to why... Well like right now I find them very comfortable."

"Even when we were in school?"

"Yes Mary even when we were in school." I sat back thinking "I used to steal moms bras out of the hamper in the bathroom. Sneak them to my room and wear them at night. They were way too big for me of course, and mom caught me at it a couple of times. She was understand but when she told Paul... "

"Oh fuck I remember that guy." She said in a low voice.

"Yeah. He put me in a bra stuffed it with tissues and then locked me out of the house with it on so all the neighbors could see his fag step son."

Chris actually growled. "Fucking bastard man."

Mary reached across and took my hand. "You know we support you no matter what right?" she waved her other hand at me. "This is a bit of a... surprise but Chris and I both love you guys and we will get used to it."

I smiled and patted her hand. "Sweetie I already knew you guys would accept me like this or last night would have never happened. You are my best friends in the world and I know you're in a hard place right now. It breaks my heart to hear you guys fighting even when you think I can't hear you. What we do may not be exactly what you need but the ideas and methods behind it may actually help you learn to deal with your stress better."

Mary grinned "So when do I get to put Chris in a dress?"

This time it was Missy slapping him on the back. "I don't think Abby has anything in his size, but she does have some slip in breast forms he could try out."

"NO NO HELL TO THE NO!!" Chris yelled. "Mary has enough breasts for both of us and if anyone is getting bent over a chair and spanked it's going to be her!"

"Promises promises" she said with a giggle and a kiss on the cheek. "So the question is when do we get to talk to Abby again and are we going to have to pry everything we want to know out of her? She was not very forthcoming with information last night unless we asked her a direct question."

I looked as Missy and shrugged. "I guess Abby could make it out for lunch today. Maybe down at the bay?"

Missy nodded "Yeah I could go for some nice fish and chips."

Chris and Mary thought about it. "Wait... Your going to take your french maid to lunch in public?" Chris gasped

I couldn't help but laugh "Abby is not always a french maid. It's just one of her many roles. I promise Abby will act much like me today and be as forthcoming with information as you want. I have to warn you though, the things she will tell you. They are going to hurt. It's why I can't do it. I'm nowhere near as emotionally strong as she is. She is the only one strong enough."

Mary reached out and took my hand again. "We will be there for her."

I smiled and cliched her hand tight "That's very sweet of you Mary, but trust me, your going to need her strength more than she will need yours. I know that sounds confusing but trust me on this ok?"

She did look confused but she nodded all the same.

I clapped my hands breaking the silent spell that had fallen over our group. "Who wants waffles?"

After breakfast I thought we would all go our separate ways to get ready for our lunch date but Mary was determined she was not going to leave my side for some reason. Chris wanted to go home and get a change of clothes and a shower and maybe and hour or two sleep on a bed that was not as hard as our floor, but Mary insisted on staying. "Look I want to see this transformation into Abby first hand. I'm sure between Abby and Missy they can loan me something to wear and I have been dying to try out the his and hers shower they have bragged about so much."

Chris agreed and said he would be back about 11:45 or so to join us for the trip to the bay. No reason to take two cars. I was sitting on the couch reading the news Missy beside me doing the same when Mary came back. "Ok. So where do we start?"

I looked at her confused a little. "What do you mean?"

She waved her hand "Well you may have Abby's body but your not Abby. So where do we start this transformation?"

I looked at Missy "It's your call" she said.

I looked back at Mary. "Sweetie... You know I love you and all but..."

"Don't you fucking but me! You started this we are going to see it through!"

I shook my head and shrugged looking at Missy again. She only smiled and nodded. I looked back to Mary "We start in Abby's room."

"I am going to go take my shower. I have seen all of this already." Missy said and then kissed me on the cheek before heading up the stairs.

I smiled a nervous smile at Mary "Ok look this might be a little harder on me then normal. The only other person that has seen or helped with what I am about to do is Missy. So you have to listen to what I tell you and do it ok?"

She nodded and took my hand. "I'm here for you."

Pulling her hand I took her up the stairs and opened the door to Abby's room. To someone who had never seen it before it was girly girl over load. Pinks and purples and whites and glitter... Mary gasped at the sight her eyes darting from the standing wardrobes to the vanity covered in Abby's makeup to the steel pet cage with the massive padlock in the corner.

I squeezed her hand and got her to look at me again. "Don't worry about all that stuff. What you want to see is me right?"

She nodded and focused her attention on me.

I smiled "Ok thats better." Walking over to the vanity I took off my robe and hung it on a peg. Then I look over my should at her and pointed to a stool just to the right of the vanity. "Sit there and just watch ok?"

She sat and I took a deep breath. It had been a long time since I tried to make this change in front of someone that wasn't Missy. Once she was seated I grabbed the bottom of my nightie and pulled it over my head. I folded it neatly and stuck it in a drawer. Abby would find it later and put it back where it went. I bit my lip at the next part. I knew she had already seen it but as Andy it was a little harder. Another deep breath and I pulled down my panties and tossed them in a hamper.

I looked out the corner of my eye and saw there was a definite reaction from Mary. Looking at the mirror there was a definite reaction from me as well. I tried to will it away but try as you might with a beautiful woman in the room looking at you naked it's hard not to get hard. I cleared my throat and sat on the small poof right in front of the vanity.

"Mary... I um... look no pun intended this is being a little 'hard' on me... please don't speak for the next few minutes until I or Abby one speak to you first ok?"

She nodded again and I focused on looking at myself in the mirror. Bared to the world my breasts rising and falling with each breath like another woman. I closed my eyes and looked for my center. Breathing in and out. In and out.

The real trick to this was clearing my mind. I had to wipe out every single thought that there was. Everything. I just had to let it go. The problem today was there was a beautiful woman that I had known all my life sitting right next to me looking at my naked body. My heart was racing my breathing would not slow my mind would not clear.

I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror again. Still Andy. I could see Mary sitting on the edge of her seat in excitement waiting to see the change. I took another deep breath followed by a second and closed my eyes again. It was a little easier this time to clear the thoughts and ignore the fact that Mary was watching. Once it was done I pictured a plain white table sitting in the middle of a field of nothing. Just floating there in space. As it became clearer I added a small glass vase and in that vase a pink rose bud. Pink was Abby's favorite.

My mind focused on the rosebud pulling it closer and closer until it was the only thing left to look at. The table was gone, the vase was gone, only the rosebud existed in all its perfect delicate detail. It turned slowly rotating around in my minds eye. I could see the edges of the pedals just waiting for the right moment to open and grace the world with its beauty. There was a light like the rising of the sun. The rose opened and so did my eyes.

I smiled a smile a brightly as the sunshine I saw in my mind and looked at Mary "Hello again miss Mary."

It was like that expression of telling someone to pick their jaw up off the floor. Mary was dumb struck. "Abby?"

I giggled "Of course. Where you expecting someone else?"

"No no it's just... I saw when it happened. Your posture changed. The way you hold yourself changed. Even the expression on your face... my god." She gasped. "I actually SAW you change!"

I could only smile and nod. "Missy has the same reaction. It's not so much a change as its a release." I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed "Why does Andy always insist on me being naked?"

I got up quickly and went over to the dresser pulling out a pink bra and matching panties slipping them on as I talked. "He does this every time. I think he just like to see my body."

Once I had on the bra and panties I walked back over to Mary with a big smile. "I'm so glad that your still here. You get to meet the real me this time." I couldn't help but giggle

Mary still looked shocked "Last night wasn't the real you?"

"Um... yes? Maybe no?" I looked confused. "It's hard to explain." I rubbed my neck " Do you know what I'm wearing today? Missy didn't tell Andy. I know we are going out but I don't know what she wants me to wear."

Mary frowned a little. "You don't get to pick out what you wear?"