Transformation Ch. 03

Pulling into a Denny's we went inside and were quickly seated. Tiffany jumped into the middle of her seat leaving me to sit next to Mike. She was going to pay for this. Placing our orders we chatted over our coffee while we waited for our food. "So what else is on the schedule for today anyways," Mike asked.

"Well once we finish here I want to get the DMV knocked out and then the bank," I said, "After that I want to get my belly button pierced and at some point I need to see about getting a car. Also I apparently need to go shopping for a bikini. I suppose you are going to want to help with that part?"

"We should also look into getting you your own bathroom stuff," Tiffany said. I knew what she meant by this. It wasn't that I needed my own stuff just yet but she was going to take the opportunity to teach me about all the new products that were available. "Your so lucky you don't have to shave your legs," she said, "Don't have to worry about cutting yourself."

Mike had a puzzled look on his face. "One of the side effects of my condition is the only place hair grows is on my head," I said, "so no shaving for me. Honestly I truly don't mind that particular side effect."

"Do you mind if I ask what your condition is," Mike asked, "I've never heard of anything with a side effect like that."

"I'll tell you what it's called and that it's not transmittable in any way that can be found so far," I said, "It's called Chronic Deoxyribonucleic Revision and it's so incredibly rare they don't actually have a name for it and I just made that name up to have something to tell you. Other than that I'd rather not say anything. It's an incredibly life changing event and that will have to be enough for now." I'm sure the doctors have some 18 word latin name for but honestly at this point I didn't really care. I've come to the decision I will be leaving my old life behind and just embrace this new one. It might not be fair to the friends I am leaving behind but in truth after ten years they're not going to notice anything different. I might just have my parents tell everyone I passed away in my sleep without ever regaining consciousness. My new life was in this new body and I would just have to get used to that. "Sorry," I said, "this has all been rather challenging to cope with and there really isn't anyone who would understand what I've been through."

"I'm sorry Sara," Mike said, "Having a condition so rare it doesn't even have a name I can't imagine what that must be like. Please know if you want to talk I'm willing to listen." I think it was right then that I knew at some point I was going to be fucking Mike. I also knew that any questions I had about stuff that didn't make sense I would have to wait until I could talk to Tiffany alone, for some reason I didn't want Mike to know my past just yet. If ever.

Breakfast came and like the coffee I found myself enjoying the food with almost orgasmic pleasure. Everything tasted better than I remembered. Flavors seemed to just explode on my tongue and threaten to overwhelm me. If Denny's was tasting this good it just goes to show how bad the food at the hospital was. I noticed last night that my mom's cooking was better than I remember but I was just thinking, 'Yeah not hospital food!' Ok so food tasting better was another side effect I could learn to like. We all became engrossed in our food and the the rest of the meal passed in relative silence. Once everyone was done eating we wrapped the meal up fairly quickly as none of us wanted to spend more time at the DMV than absolutely necessary.

Pulling into the DMV parking lot I was disheartened by the number of cars in the lot. This was going to take longer than I was hoping. We all climbed out of the truck and made our way inside. "Fucking awesome," I said as we walked into the disaster area that was the DMV. "Listen guys," I told Mike and Tiffany while getting in the line so they can tell you what line to get into, "you don't need to hang around if you don't want to. No need for you to suffer with me." I grabbed a clipboard and started filling out what I hoped was the correct form.

Tiffany shook her head. "Nope, I'm good. Nothing else really planned for today," she said, "Besides if I'm not hanging out with you I'll just be hanging out with Mike. Anyways, I'm sure Mike doesn't plan on going anywhere if you're going to be trying on bikinis later." Glancing at Mike he just shrugged his shoulders with a small grin on his face.

Reaching the front of the line I handed my paperwork to the woman behind the desk, who according to the little name tag on her lanyard, was named Julie. "How can I help you Miss," asked Julie who suddenly paled after glancing at my paperwork, "Riley?"

"I need to get my license updated and I need a new picture," I said. I looked at Mike and Tiffany and they had the same confused look that I did about her reaction.

"Please wait here," she said, "I'll be right back." With that she grabbed the clipboard with my information and headed into the back.

"Ok, what in the hell is going on," I asked Tiffany and Mike.

"No clue," Tiffany said.

After a couple of minutes Julie returned with another woman in tow. "Miss Riley, I'm Karen one of the supervisors," the new woman said, "please come with me and I'll get you taken care of." Following her she led me to down to the photo station where she personally took my photo. This was getting stranger and stranger. Opening a closed up station she entered my information and within 10 minutes I had my new license in hand. The only stumble was having to borrow $25 off of Mike to pay for the new license. I tried asking what was going on but all I got was supervisors occasionally help out when it's busy. I wasn't buying it but it was all I could get out of her. So less than 30 minutes total time in and out of the DMV.

"What in the fuck was that," I asked as soon as we cleared the DMV parking lot? We had piled into Mike's truck and were headed to the bank.

"I don't know," Tiffany said, "but did you see the look on Julie's face. She looked like she was scared shitless."

"I really don't know and at this point I really couldn't care less, " I said, "anything that get us out of there a bit faster is fine with me. Let's get this crap finished so we can do something actually enjoyable."

My experience in the bank was strangely similar to the DMV. As soon as I walked in I was helped by the branch manager who accepted my paperwork without question. Taking a photo he issued my something called an atm/debit card which I could use like a credit card but just pulling from my account. Well that will certainly be useful. I almost fell out of my chair when he showed me my account balance, there was no way this could be correct. The deposits from the government were easily ten times higher than they were supposed to be and they were consistent. There was never a drop in the payment amounts going all the way back to the beginning of my transformation. Even when I was supposed to have been retired the payments just kept right on going up. I didn't know what the hell was going on but I was determined to find out.

"So is it bikini time," Mike asked as soon as we left the bank. Looking over at Tiffany we both just started shaking our heads but I couldn't help laughing at myself because had the roles been reversed I would have been the same way.

"I don't know Tiffany what do you think," I asked, "should we do bikinis first or piercing?"

"Piercing definitely," was her instant reply.

"Piercing it is then. Let's go where you got yours done at," I said.

The piercing shop was surprisingly clean and organized. I had been in tattoo parlors before and this place gave off a very similar feel. I started going through the books showing the various work the piercers had done and was shocked to see both tongues and nipples pierced. The tongue piercing didn't really appeal to me but the nipple piercings certainly did. I walked up to Mike who was looking at the jewelry in the case. "See anything you want to get," I asked motioning to the case.

"No, I don't think so, maybe next time," he said. I wasn't totally sure if he was joking or not.

"Can I help show you anything," the girl working the counter asked. Looking up I saw she was a cute petite redhead who obviously was also a patron of her work.

"I want to get my nipples and belly button done and I can't decide between the barbells or the hoops," I said.

Glancing around she lifted up her shirt. Her nipples were both double pierced with vertical bars and horizontal hoops. I wasn't sure if I wanted to go that far but I did like the look. Reaching out I pulled on one of her hoops provoking a very audible moan. From the back of the shop a voice bellowed out, "KELLY!!" followed by footsteps rapidly approaching. I released the hoop but not before giving it one last twist provoking another reaction from her. "Kelly what have I told you about that," said a large biker that emerged from the back, "We all know how sensitive your piercings are but I have asked you not to play with them up front."

"Sorry Dad," Kelly said her shoulders slumped and her head down.

"Actually it's my fault," I said. The biker turned and blinked at me for a few seconds as if seeing me for the first time. "I had a couple of questions and Kelly was nice enough to let me see how her piercings looked," I said, "It's my fault because I couldn't resist reaching out and tugging on them. Twice."

"Are you planning on getting any work done," he asked, "because if you're not then get the hell out of my shop."

"I am actually," I said, "I want hoops in both nipples and my belly button." I wasn't totally sure I wanted to do this all at once but I figured what the hell I was already here." Nodding his head he quickly turned and headed back into the shop. "Sorry about that Kelly," I told her, "your nipples just looked so irresistible."

"It's ok," she said, "I didn't mind at all. So did you decide which ones you want?" Pointing them out she handed me the waiver form while she retrieved my choices. Filling out the form it suddenly dawned on me that my handwriting was clear and legible. I was still left handed but my signature matched perfectly with my new name. Handing her back the form she motioned for me to follow her.

"I'm going in the back," I called out to Mike and Tiffany, "are you two coming or staying up here." Mike moved instantly and was joined by Tiffany following me into the back. We entered a cubicle with a reclining chair in the middle, pulling off my shirt and bra I sat down in the chair. A few moments later Kelly's dad joined us carrying a sealed container of piercing tools. He was very professional and efficient and had all three done in a matter of minutes. He did offer to let Mike help get my nipples hard but I think that was mostly to get a rise out of Mike. All bandaged up we headed to the mall to shop for the bikini Tiffany insisted I needed.

Finally reaching the mall we grabbed a light lunch before heading into the bikini shop. Well this was going to be interesting, I've looked at and oogled plenty of women in bikinis but now the shoe was on the other foot. Looking around the shop I quickly realized that I was out of my depth. It was at that moment I realized just how screwed I was. If I couldn't pick out a simple swimsuit how in the fuzzy fuck was I going to handle shopping for regular clothes when the time came. Luckily Tiffany came to rescue me from the sales girls circling like so many sharks.

Pulling me to the back of the store she handed me a suit and pointed out the open dressing room. I quickly changed and was surprised at how much the suit covered. It was still a bikini but it seemed to be a very modest one. Stepping out Tiffany motioned for me to spin around and by the time I was done she was shaking her head and digging through the pile she had accumulated. Handing me a different suit I went back in and changed again. This went on for almost an hour. Tiffany would set some suits to the side and some just stick in a big pile. Finally finished Tiffany looked at Mike, whose attention was riveted to the door since we started, "Well horndog which suits did you like?"

"The black, the green, and the dark blue," he said.

Tiffany smiled, "I had a feeling those were going to be your favorites." I noticed that she had those three suits in even a smaller pile than the rest. Handing me the suits Tiffany quickly disappeared into a changing room with her own stack to try on.

"So which one was your favorite overall," I asked walking right up to Mike.

"The dark blue," he whispered.

"Would you like to see it again," I asked? He nodded his head and I stepped back into the dressing room. I felt sorry for him as he had been dealing constantly with a raging hard on for the entire time. I suppose a little pressure relief was in order. Changing back into the dark blue I made sure to knot the ties on the top. I adjusted the bottoms so they rode up, exposing as much of my ass as possible. Walking out of the dressing room I walked right up to Mike and slowly turned around. "What do you think," I asked?

"Unfuckingbelievable," was all he said.

Walking back into the dressing room I smiled when I realized I had been rolling my hips as I walked. Closing the door I waited a few moments before I called out, "Mike can you give me a hand really quick?" Was I actually going to do this? Was I going to carry out the plan in my head? I don't understand but instead of being repulsed the idea of having his cock in my mouth was causing my pussy to flood. I heard a light knocking on the door. "Come on in," I said. Stepping into the dressing room I didn't realize how small the room was until Mike was taking up most of the extra space. "I somehow managed to knot the strings on my top," I said quietly, "can you undo them please?" Turning around I felt his hands begin to fumble with the knots. As he worked I slowly backed up until my ass was pressing against the front of his jeans. Grinding ever so slightly I felt him manage to get the lower string undone. Reaching down I began rubbing the front of his jeans feeling his cock beneath my hands. Unzipping his jeans I slipped my hand inside and wrapped my hand around him. The skin felt so soft and warm yet it was like iron underneath. I turned around and undoing the button holding his jeans up I let them fall to the ground. "Can you be quiet," I asked, my hand slowly stroking him. Not trusting himself to speak he slowly nodded yes.

Pushing him back just a bit I slowly lowered myself to my knees. Taking a moment I examined his cock, having never been this close to one that wasn't attached. He wasn't excessively large maybe just under 8 inches but the balls underneath were heavy and full. This was it, I was really going to do this. Reaching out with my tongue I began slowly swirling it around the head, running it along the ridges and curves licking up a drop of precum that was already flowing. I knew he wouldn't last long from the quiet moans he was already making. Wrapping my lips around the head I began slowly taking more of his cock into my mouth. I kept my movements slow and deliberate as I didn't want him crying out. Keeping my teeth out of the way I began backing out, keeping the suction on his cock. I was amazed as I could feel his cock twitch and flex in my mouth. Moving back down I developed a steady rhythm as I sucked him in and out. Reaching up I began to massage his balls as I used my tongue along the underside of his cock. Keeping up my rhythm of suction and massage I soon heard his breathing begin to shorten. I knew he was getting close and I wanted him to cum in my mouth. Suddenly I felt his balls tighten against his body and heard a strangled, "Sara," as his cock began to twitch in my mouth. Pulling back a bit I kept my lips wrapped around the head as his cum hit my tongue quickly filling my mouth. The taste was unlike anything I had imagined salty, sweet and, utterly delicious. Without thinking I began to swallow enjoying the feeling of his cum sliding down my throat. Reaching up I began carefully stroking him working to get every drop of his cum, relishing in the taste. Finally finishing I stood and pulled his jeans up, letting him button and zip.

"Better," I asked?

"God yes," he said, "thank you." Moving so he could step out I quickly dressed and gathered the three bikinis I was buying. Stepping out of the dressing room I found Tiffany waiting outside looking like the cat who ate the cream. I decided to be a little evil, walking up to her I pulled her against me and started kissing her. Her mouth opened on reflex and I thrust my tongue into her mouth. We kissed for several long seconds before her eyes flew open and she broke the kiss.

"That was mean," she said. I couldn't help but smile as she made no effort to remove his taste from her mouth.

"Yes, it was," I said, "Tasty isn't he." Taking the bikinis to the counter I paid for them and we made our way out into the mall. "Mike go on ahead," I said, "I need to talk to Tiffany for a minute." Waiting for him to get out of earshot I pulled Tiffany into a small alcove with some water fountains. "Tiffany let me just say the only reason I did that was to wipe the grin off your face," I said, "I wasn't trying to upset you. Right now you two are literally my only friends in this world."

"Sara," Tiffany said, "understand something about me. I like the the taste of cum. When you kissed me all I could think was how good your mouth tasted. The fact it was Mike's cum didn't register at first and yes he is very tasty. I'm not upset just please don't do that again. I really have no desire to have my brother's cock or cum in my mouth."

"Deal," I replied, "Let's go find Mike. Is there anything else you want to do here?"

"Oh yes," she said turning to catch up with Mike, "We are going to hit Bath and Body Works. If you are going to live as a woman you need to pick a signature scent and get some lotions and creams."

I stood there for a moment watching her before I took off after her. A signature scent? Was she kidding. Working my way through the crowd I felt someone palm my ass. I spun to try and see who it was but with the crowd in the mall there was no way for me to tell. Awesome, my first week in my new life and I'm already getting my ass grabbed. Then again I have already done so many things I never would have imagined I guess I shouldn't be surprised.

Finally catching up with Tiffany and Mike we headed towards Bath and Body works. That was the plan anyways. That was the plan until I walked by the entrance to Hot Topic and made a sharp turn into the store. It was the t-shirts that drew me in. It took Tiffany 25 minutes and seven baby doll band shirts to get me out of there. I was waiting for Mike to say something but smartly he kept his mouth closed.

Going into Bath and Body works I quickly understood Tiffany's interest in the place. There were lotions, and sprays, and creams of every possible kind. We must have been in there an hour and a half before finally leaving with several bags of stuff. I had picked out a coconut vanilla scent that for some reason I just really liked. Funny I had thought she was kidding with the signature scent comment and here I was with bottle after bottle of coconut vanilla and holy hell this crap is expensive. Apparently the first thing to looking and smelling good is the liberal application of dollars.

We wandered the mall for a while longer but in truth I was starting to get bored. I guess that's one thing that hasn't changed at least. I never could handle shopping for hours and hours. We were just getting ready to leave when I saw a store I had never seen before. I knew I had to try and play it cool but walking into the Verizon store was something new for me. I've always been big into gadgets and stuff but these new phones were awesome. Don't get me wrong I've seen mobile phones before but they were always either full sized phones in a car or that massive brick of a phone that came out in the 80's. In ten years technology had changed so much it was boggling my mind. There was no way I was going to be able to leave the store without getting a phone. I quickly filled out the contract and soon was leaving the store with a brand new cell phone. I started to check out the phone when it suddenly rang. Looking at it I was trying to figure out how to answer when Tiffany grabbed it from my hand. "It's a text message," she said, "see push here to read it." Taking the phone back I pushed the button she had pointed out. The message which displayed a number of 000-000-0000 read, 'Sara, you are not alone as you think.'