Bloom Pt. 03

It had been a few days. James was pent-up and anxious, and hadn't felt quite right since seeing Kelsey at the bagel shop. He held off on it as long as he could, not wanting to seem too needy, but he finally went and got her card out of his wallet to get her phone number. It took some digging, but he eventually found it sandwiched between two old, faded receipts. He looked at it for a moment. It was colored all in pink, white, and blue, nice and bright, if somewhat crumpled from its stay in his wallet. She had a website listed on it, as well as her phone number.

Curious, James turned to his computer to see what the site was. He was stunned to see a portfolio site filled with incredible artwork. He remembered Kelsey saying she was a freelance illustrator, but he hadn't had a proper idea of what that meant. Looking further, he saw that she was an excellent artist -- she focused on form and line, each piece being almost a love letter to the human figure. The more he looked, the more impressed he was. Her newer pieces were bold and stark, using an efficiency of line to suggest details rather than just drawing them in. Some were clearly commissions; James chuckled to himself as he saw the sheer amount of furry art she had done.

Towards the bottom of the page, there was a link to an NSFW section. Again, James was curious, and he clicked.

It was all porn of trans girls. Trans girl after girl, each in a different state of nudity, gleefully showing themselves off to the world. Here her style was less bold and more soft, making each one of them as feminine as they should be. Drops glistened and dripped from proudly erect girl cocks, falling into waiting, open mouths. Budding breasts were being fondled, pinched, nibbled, and licked. Girls eagerly penetrated other girls, mouths wide in ecstasy.

She had really drawn a lot of it. James couldn't stop scrolling. He felt himself grow hard, and couldn't help but rub himself through his pants, lamenting the fact that his panties were too dirty to wear currently. He lost himself in her art, the beauty of the women and the ecstasy they found in each other. Their beautiful clothing, pulled aside for easy access, their lovely curves, the top and bottom dynamic...

So of course he didn't notice Miranda was in the room until she cleared her throat. In a hurry, James closed the tab, folded his hands over his bulge, and looked at her.

"Boy, am I ever gonna not catch you looking at porn? I mean, I get it, but damn, dude," she said, smirking. "Anyway, seeing what you were looking at, I guess that, uh, item of clothing you had makes a bit more sense to me now. And good for you!"

James turned bright red, and felt his ears begin to burn. "Those were just a gift from a girl I saw. As a memento from a really good night." All true, honestly. He didn't need to mention who had been wearing them during that night.

Miranda's smile faded as she saw how embarrassed James was. "Oh, man, I meant that as just earnest teasing. I didn't mean to upset you; I'm really sorry. I would've honestly just walked back out, but I didn't think it was fair for me to catch you looking at stuff without letting you know, and I didn't really know any other way to do it." She shook her head slowly. "I really didn't mean to embarrass you. Wasn't thinking."

James stood up so he could look her in the eyes more easily, though it didn't really make too much of a difference; Miranda was taller than him. Honestly, she towered over almost everyone. He glanced down quickly to make sure things had settled down, and was relieved to see and feel that they had. He looked back up at Miranda. "It's okay. It wasn't intentional, and my door wasn't closed. And it honestly wasn't something I had gone looking for; I kinda stumbled across it. We're all good." He put his hand on her shoulder, and felt her relax. She really didn't mean to invade his privacy.

"Okay, good. Don't wanna piss you off. But the reason I'm here is cuz I'm going to see a friend play on an open mic night next week, and wanted to know if you wanted to come. And, uh, feel free to invite your new girlfriend if you want, too."

James took his hand back. Girlfriend. He hadn't thought about that yet. Intentionally. "Uh, yeah, sure, just send me the place and time. I, uh, I guess I can ask if she wants to come, too. Don't, uh, know if that kind of thing is her scene yet."

Miranda thumped him on the back. "Awesome. I'll, uh, leave now. I feel like I've invaded your room enough for the moment." She made sure to close the door on her way out.

James turned back to the business card he had tossed on his bed. He still wanted to call her, but after that... He turned away, and decided to start up Fallout again. He roamed a little, working on exploring the map, but something felt wrong to him again. He opened up his inventory, and found a dress he had picked up from a house earlier in the game. He put it on, and watched the Courier as she ran around the wasteland dressed like a 50s housewife. Perfect.

He kept playing for a while, and found himself really feeling what was happening. For the first time, he cared about his character, cared about actually trying to roleplay her in game, to give her a personality as he played rather than just do whatever would give him the best equipment. For once, he played the game like an actual person around other people.

He sighed. He knew what this meant. How could he not? He saved the game, then turned to pick up the card. He didn't even hesitate as he dialed.

"Hello?" he heard Kesley ask on the other end, and his heart felt immediately lighter.

"Hey, uh, it's James," he said. "I, uh, wanted to call. See if you were free and wanted to hang out."

"Oh, sure! That's the nice thing about being freelance; I get to set my own hours." He heard her hesitate for a moment, then ask, "Is there, uh, anything in particular you wanted to do?"

James smiled to himself. She was so perceptive; that was probably why she had spoken to him in the first place. "So, I kinda visited your site, and some of the stuff left me in, um... a mood. I, uh, was kinda hoping you'd let me try on some other outfits? Maybe, uh... maybe a skirt?"

She squealed so loud he had to hold the phone away from his ear. "Oh man, really?! Oh, you're gonna look so pretty! Oh my god, we're similar sizes, I think I've got a lot for you. What were you thinking? Goth? A little preppy? Ooh, oh my god, do you want to be a schoolgirl?"

James laughed. "I'll leave it up to you. You good if I come over now?"

He heard some rustling as Kelsey moved around; a loud crashing noise followed, like a stack of something had fallen over. "Yeah! Uhhh, lemme just clean up! Give me an hour or so?"

"Yeah, sure." James chuckled a little. Her earnesty was endearing. It was so easy to feel comfortable around her.

Jame pulled up to her apartment an hour later, to the minute. He'd timed it exactly; he didn't want to show up too soon or too late, and had parked around the corner until it was time. He anxiously drummed on the steering wheel as he parked.

Kelsey was waiting for him, and opened up the door the moment his hand brushed it to knock. She squealed with glee, and pulled him in. For a moment, it looked like she was going to kiss him; she leaned in towards his face, head tilted, eyes half-lidded. His heart leapt, just a little. But she pulled him in for a tight hug instead. He held her back, feeling her warm and close. It felt... good. Right. Being held by her was warm and comforting. She was the first one to pull away, and he let his hands linger on her as she drew back. She bit her lower lip as she looked at him; just a little, but enough that James saw.

"So, uh, can I get you anything? I actually got a cheese board today if you want some."

James nodded. "Yeah, some snacks would be nice. I would like some food before you feminize me Mommy uwu oh my god what am I saying." He stopped talking suddenly, absolutely mortified at his blabbering mouth, but Kelsey just laughed and pulled him inside. She made sure he was comfortable on the couch before heading to the kitchen.

"You want anything to drink? I've got some wine, and I feel like you need to steady your nerves," she asked as she brought the cheese board back in. James nodded, and she hurried back with two glasses of dark red wine, before settling down next to him on the couch.

James snacked on some of the cheese, which was excellent, and managed to relax just a little as he sipped his wine. He and Kelsey chatted, but clearly neither of them were focused on what they were saying; they were both intensely aware of why James was there.

Finally, Kelsey asked, "Okay, we both know why you're here. What specifically do you want?"

James paused with a piece of cheese in his mouth, his jaw half-closed in a bite. He looked at Kelsey in shock before realizing his mouth was full, then finished biting down, chewed, and swallowed. Kelsey laughed. "Sorry, I could've picked a better moment to ask that. Lemme try again: what do you want to do? How far do you want to go?"

James took a fortifying sip of wine before answering. "So, uh, I, uh, obviously liked what we did last time. And, um, now, uh, I, um, kinda want to try more than just underwear. I... was kinda thinking a skirt or a dress?" He set his glass back down on the table, then sat forward, elbows resting on his knees. "The problem is... last time, sure that was fun, but all I saw was all this hair." He pulled his shirt collar down, exposing curly chest hairs. "So... I guess I would want that gone, first. And then a dress. Or skirt. Or something." He paused, then grabbed his wine and took another drink. He wasn't drunk, but there was just enough of a buzz to help him talk. "Can we do that? Is that a thing you know how to do?"

In response, Kelsey stood up and held out her hand. "Come on, hot stuff, let's go get you nice and smooth." James took her hand, and she led him into the bathroom. She bent over to turn on the tub; James couldn't help but glance at her ass before looking away, but not before he noticed she was wiggling it for him. She straightened up and turned to him. "Okay, hon, time to strip."

James stared blankly for a moment, before working up the courage to start taking off his clothes. Of course he would need to take them off, he just hadn't really thought that part through yet. Besides, she'd already seen him naked. He stripped down to his boxers and stood in front of her.

Kelsey glanced down. "Those too, James. We're getting every last bit of that hair." Sheepishly, James pulled them down. Kelsey grinned and said, "Well, if we're doing this, lemme join you. At least partially." With no pretense, she pulled off her shirt and her shorts, leaving her in a matching bra and panty set. Nothing too elaborate, just touches of lace here and there, but certainly attractive.

Kelsey went back to the tub, feeling the temperature of the water, grabbing a bottle off of the shelf in the shower and squeezing some of it into the water. She swished it around, letting some of the suds build up. She looked over her shoulder at James. "Ready?" He nodded.

She sat him down on the edge of the tub. He could smell the soap in the water; something sweet and flowery, the soap he'd used the last time he was here. It smelled heavenly, and he breathed in deeply.

Kelsey opened the razor and placed a fresh blade in it. It was an old-fashioned safety razor; she screwed the handle shut around the blade, and placed it in the water, shaking it around and letting it warm up. James relaxed in the steamy, sweet room. He closed his eyes, and kept them closed as she sprayed out some shaving cream and began spreading it on his chest. He relaxed into her hands, feeling them massage into him.

He felt her breath against his ear. "Don't move," she whispered. "I'm starting near your nipples, pretty girl."

He shuddered as he felt the razor touch his chest. She pressed in just slightly, letting the weight of the razor do the work, and slowly dragged it around his nipples. He moaned audibly, eyes still closed. He heard her breath shudder, then felt the razor lift as she put the blade in the tub to rinse it off. He kept his eyes closed, tense with anticipation, and moaned loud again as she placed the blade right under his other nipple.

"Oh my fucking god," he heard her mutter. "I did *not* expect this reaction, hon. You like having a blade against you? You like a little danger here? I like girls that like danger, pretty lady." She dug in just a little more with the razor, and James gasped. He was achingly hard, but he didn't want to touch himself at all. "I like girls that get hard around knives." James moaned, a high-pitched keening sound. He struggled not to move, shifting his feet around as she moved down his body, the razor pressing in hard enough that he thought she would draw blood. But with each stroke, all he saw was smooth skin underneath.

Eventually he felt her move down from his torso to his legs. Here, she stopped for a moment, and he heard her gasp. She was staring at his hard cock, and holding the razor under the sticky, clear fluid leaking from it. She took the razor and began shaving James's legs with his own precum; he held stock still, or as still as he could. He felt himself trembling slightly the entire process. He let himself be swept away by sensation; the scrape of the razor against his skin, the steam from the water, the scent of flowers, and best of all Kelsey's hands against his skin, against every part of him, as she scoured him of hair.

Far, far too soon, he felt her hands leave him as she stood up and said, "All done. Did you enjoy that? Cuz it looks like you did." He followed her gaze down to a puddle that had clearly dripped from his cock onto the bathroom floor. He pulled his legs closed, embarrassed.

"...sorry," he said, sheepishly.

Kelsey stepped forward and rubbed his back. He shivered at how it felt with no hair in the way, a closeness he had never experienced. "It's okay! It happens, I totally get it. It's a super intimate thing, and I honestly expected it. I didn't mean to embarrass you."

He looked at her. "You expected it? How many times have you done this before?"

She stood up, and offered him her hand. "Oh, y'know, enough. Now c'mon, get up and feel those legs! Feel that chest! Go see yourself in the mirror!"

James let her change the subject, and took her hand. His legs brushed each other as he stood, and he was stunned at how sensitive and how smooth they both felt. He looked at himself in the mirror, no hair on his chest for the first time in years. Slowly, he reached up behind his head and pulled his hair loose from the hair tie and shook it out, letting it cascade over his shoulders. Seeing himself like that in the mirror...

He ignored the yearning he felt deep in his gut as he turned to Kelsey. She caught the look in his eyes, though, and nodded. "I know. You look amazing, and I bet it feels wonderful. Now, here, if you don't put this on you're gonna be cold from all the moisture." She pulled a lacey bathrobe off of a hook on the wall and held it out to him.

James slipped into the robe. It was so unbelievably soft against his skin; briefly, James wondered if all clothing for women was softer than men's. He walked after Kelsey as she left the bathroom, steam wafting out after the two of them.

He followed her into the bedroom. He felt his smooth legs rubbing against each other with each step; unfamiliar with the sensation of completely bare skin, he shivered each time his legs touched. Kelsey took him by the hand, and he stepped carefully after her. Each step he felt more graceful, and by the time he had made it to the center of the room, he had developed a fully hip-swinging walk, the hem of his robe swinging around his calves.

Kelsey smirked as she watched his final few steps before pulling a few laden hangers from the closet. She turned to hold them up. "Okay, hon: you want demure, or sexy?"

James looked closely at each option. He looked at one, a light blue dress with gentle shoulders and a full-length skirt. It looked simple and comfortable, clearly meant as just everyday wear. The comfort was appealing...

But then he looked at the one in Kelsey's other hand. Skimpy would be a good place to start describing it, if you wanted to be modest about it. Calling it a dress was, quite frankly, a stretch of the imagination. It was more like a series of vinyl straps with just a few strips of fabric attached; the skirt on it would not only leave nothing to the imagination, but honestly highlight everything that would normally be imagined.

He sat there, frozen, his gaze switching back and forth between the two. More and more, he found his gaze holding on the sexier outfit. Finally, Kelsey laughed and said, "Okay, babe, it's clear which one you want. I've got the perfect underwear for this one, too. You want my help?"

James stared at the straps for a moment. "Yeah, uh, pretty sure I'll need it."

Kelsey handed him a tiny thong, rimmed with lace details. James felt his heart stutter, and something twitched down below. Kelsey giggled a bit, looking at his crotch. Blushing, James took the thong from her and pulled it up. She had chosen well; it fit just right around his extra equipment, pulling it all into a neat little bulge in the front. He felt it slip between his cheeks and shivered at the sensation. He looked down at himself, studying the lace gently caressing above his groin; he found himself entranced by how feminine it all looked, how neat and tidy and, well... pretty he found himself in that little lacy thong. For once, he let himself admire how he looked, smooth and hairless and wrapped in in a neat little lacy package.

Kelsey cleared her throat as James admired himself. He stopped, looking at her sheepishly. "Glad you like it, gorgeous, but we need to get you fully dressed! C'mere, hot stuff." He obediently stepped closer. She unhooked the straps on the dress, and set it down on the floor for him.

James paused. "Do I, uh... do I just step in it and pull it up? I've never done this and I don't know, uh... the.. Order of operations."

Kelsey's laugh tinkled in response. "Yup, that's exactly it. Pull it up, and I'll help get it right where your waist is, and I'll strap you in all nice and sexy." Jame shuddered at the wording. He stepped in to the skirt, noticing how soft his hairless legs looked. Kelsy gently tugged the skirt up, far higher than he thought it would go, until the elastic on it fit snugly around his midsection. The skirt hung barely lower than what the thong covered, and he could feel it swish against his bare ass with every tiny movement. It was made of a shiny synthetic material, sweeping out just enough from the waist to give the illusion of hips. He held still as Kelsey swung around him, expertly taking the harness that rose from the skirt and buckling it in; she caressed his chest as she brought the two bra cups up against it, before pulling the straps for that over his shoulders and attaching them in the back. Looking down, James almost felt as if he did have breasts. He felt that feeling deep in his stomach again.

He looked up at Kelsey, who had pulled out a makeup palette from her dresser. "One more step for you, hun," she said, as she gently pushed him back to the bed. She kept the pressure until James leaned back on the bed fully, letting the mountain of pillows cushion him. As she had done before, Kelsey climbed on top of him, on her knees right above his crotch. Looking down at her, him wearing something that technically had enough fabric to be called a dress, and her leaning over him in her underwear, toned abs showing... he couldn't help but groan, and felt something stirring down below. "Oh, don't get too excited yet, pretty girl, we still have to do your face." Kelsey ground herself against James's crotch as she said that, then leaned forward with the makeup in hand.