It was early September
1986, and life couldn’t be any better for Andrew “Ogre” Gruber. He was a senior at State, he was the star of
the rugby team, and he was Social Chairman of his fraternity: Beta Chi. All that and he was having sex with this hot chick
he met during the summer semester he spent up at school. Yeah she was clingy, but he had a plan.
Thursday, September 4, 1986
Ogre and Cheryl
were in his room during a house party. They
finished and she started to dress. Cheryl
was athletic with firm B cup breasts, slim but feminine hips and brunette hair
cut almost boyishly short. She was one
of the hottest girls in her high school class, and was very confident when she
arrived at State to take classes for the summer as was required for some freshmen. She met Ogre in July at the University pool,
and they dated ever since.
“Walk me back to
my dorm?” Cheryl asked as she pulled on
her tight Levis
jeans.
Ogre reclined on
the bed and stretched.
“I don’t think
so,” he said.
“Why not?”
“Look babe, I got
things to do. You’ll be ok.”
“I’m sure I’ll be
fine, but you don’t WANT to walk me? You
did during the summer,” she said.
Ogre stood and
stretched. He was only five foot nine,
but was every inch muscle. He had brown
hair cut Republican short and tanned skin from all the hours he spent poolside
during the summer. He had an easy smile,
brown eyes and good looks which made him almost irresistible to women- and he
knew it. Rugby
left him with a scar on his forehead and a slightly crooked nose from the many
times it was broken- but his bashed nose was why his brothers called him Ogre.
“Babe, that was
then. It’s a whole new semester and I
have to keep my options open.”
“What are you
saying?” Cheryl said, shocked.
“Look, sweet
cheeks, I need to be able to do who and what I want! I’m a senior!
If you still want a taste, you’re welcome to come over whenever, but I
may be busy,” Ogre said.
“Oh like you’ll
ever find better than me?” Cheryl said.
“Babe, I fucked a
hotter chick than you last night, and I will again before the week is
over. You’re cute, but nothing special,
ok? Now you gotta go. I have to get to bed. I have an early morning with conditioning
starting and all.”
Cheryl didn’t know
whether to slap him or spit or what to do.
Instead she just left, walked down the hall to the stairs and out of the
fraternity house. She didn’t want him to
see her cry.
“’Bout fucking
time she left” he thought. He walked
downstairs to brother “Beef’s” room.
Beef was a monster- 6’4 and just massive. Beef promised Ogre something that would make
Ogre even bigger.
Ogre knocked on
the door, and Beef answered.
Beef had a needle
in his hand.
“What’s that?” Ogre asked.
“Steroids,
man. NCAA don’t care if you use
‘em. You inject them into your arm. They’ll make you huge.”
Beef showed Ogre
how to do the injection, and then watched as Ogre did it.
“Any side
effects?” Ogre asked.
“Maybe some
swelling. Nothing major.”
Yeahhh. I can’t wait to hit the gym! Thanks, bro.
I owe you!”
Cheryl walked home
through streets still busy with passing partiers and drunks vomiting into
convenient hedges and roofless convertibles.
The night was still full of fun, yet she cried, occasionally stopping to
lean against a wall and sob.
“I wish he would
know what it’s like to be a girl,” Cheryl said between sobs.
No one
stopped. No one noticed. No one cared.
Or did they?
Something old-
older than the mountains near the campus was listening that night. She heard Cheryl’s crying, and understood.
And she smiled.
She's got it
Yeah, baby, she's got it
I'm your Venus, I'm your fire
At your desire
The party at Beta
Chi was still going strong, and Ogre drank more and more: shots, beer-
everything handed to him. He had a
reputation to maintain after all!
Suddenly, he felt
sick. He ran to the nearest bathroom and
barely made it, shoving aside some girls waiting in line. And he puked.
And puked.
So much.
When would it
stop?
As Cheryl cried,
Ogre puked.
He was so
distracted by the violence of the vomiting that he didn’t notice his shorts getting
slightly tighter. His butt changed- the
fat redistributing, his thighs thickening slightly.
For an hour,
Cheryl cried until she finally went to sleep back in her room. For an hour, Ogre vomited, weight just
disappearing through his mouth, and his butt plumped, becoming shapelier.
The
vomiting stopped, and Ogre staggered to his room to the laughter of some of his
brothers. He was a little thinner, not
that anyone would notice. Exhausted by
his ordeal, he never realized how different his butt felt, nor did he care how
difficult it was to remove his shorts.
Friday, September 5, 1986.
Ogre showered,
feeling weaker than the day before. One
of his brothers, “Boston,”
was in the four man shower area with him.
Boston
thought he must have a problem- Ogre’s ass looked so good.
“What- am I going
gay?” he thought. He turned the shower
to cold to calm himself as Ogre washed his rounded butt and now hairless legs.
Saturday, September 6, 1986
The football game
was amazing fun, especially since the home team Cougars won. Cheryl saw Ogre in the stands, sitting next
to some sorority bitch. He looked happy.
She managed to
return to the dorm before she let it all out and started sobbing.
Walking home from
the game, Ogre doubled over in pain. The
rest of his body hair disappeared, and his skin became soft and silky. He managed to find a nearby hedge to puke
behind, as his arms thinned slightly and more weight was vomited from him. His ordeal distracted him from his thickening
thighs which threatened to tear his jeans.
His chest began to itch and itch, as small fat deposits slowly formed
behind his expanding nipples.
Ogre made it home,
helped by some of his brothers. “Dude
just can’t drink like he used to” they kept saying as they shook their heads.
Andrew (Ogre)
slept through that night’s party. Cheryl
went to an apartment party which helped take her mind off of him.
Tuesday, September 9 1986
Andrew sat in his
business law class in his super tight khakis and a sweater. He couldn’t understand why all his pants were
so tight yet he lost so much weight.
Could it be swelling due to that shot?
Hell, his brothers were giving him all kinds of shit for the salads he
started to prefer instead of the usual burgers and pizza.
Back in her dorm,
Cheryl was listening to the radio while cleaning her room a little when a
picture of her with Ogre smiling at the pool mysteriously fell out of one. (Hmmm how did happen? The Spirit thought,
smiling.) Cheryl looked at it,
remembering what a fun day that was, and how that night was the first time they
made love. Her eyes welled up and she
sat on her bed for a good cry.
Turning and
returning to some secret place to hide
Watching in slow motion as you turn to me and say
Take my breath away
In his B-law
class, Andrew raised his hand to answer a question when he noticed that his
nails had grown very long. In fact, his
hand looked rather delicate and the nails made them look… then he felt a
stabbing pain through his abdomen. He
bent over, biting his lip to keep from crying out.
Then he heard it:
RI-I-I-I-IP! His khakis split as his hips
flared out to dimensions suited for childbearing. His thighs and ass plumped just a little more
as his waist constricted to give him a perfect hourglass figure. His classmates heard the tear and smiled, but
knew better than to laugh in Dr. Mackey’s class.
“Oh shit! How am I gonna get home with my pants like
this?” Andrew thought. “I have to cross the whole campus.”
He scratched at
his itchy test, eyes widening as he felt his now recognizable A-cup breasts
beneath his sweater. Not big, but he
could feel them.
“No way!
I can’t have…them!”
As Cheryl cried,
Andrew felt a warm sensation in his legs and feet. He didn’t think anything of it as he worried
about his tits, nails and pants.
The pain subsided,
and Andrew was just happy he didn’t vomit.
A few minutes
later, class ended. Andrew waited for
the others to leave before standing.
“I’ll hide and wait ‘til the next classes are in session before heading
back to the house,” he thought. Then his
dainty feet almost stepped out of his now far too large dock siders. “What next?” he thought. He picked them up and walked down the hall to
the men’s room and hid in a stall. As he
walked his hips swayed, but Andrew didn’t realize it. A few guys stared at his beautifully sculpted
ass he walked by.
In the stall,
Andrew removed his sweater and tied it around his thinned waist to cover his
ruined khakis. His small budding breasts
could barely be seen through the oxford he wore under it- slight bumps in the
fabric. He ran his hands over them, not
believing what he saw. Tits. He had tits.
Why? The steroids?
Andrew waited
twenty minutes until classes were back in session. He tied his shoes on as tight as they could
be. His chest tickled as did his
scalp. By the time he left the stall,
his breasts dented the fabric of his shirt- a full a cup, and the sensation
made his nipples stand out.
He ran across
campus, thinned arms flailing slightly away from his newly feminized hips and
his new breasts bouncing freely. People
who saw him wondered why that shorthaired girl was in such a hurry.
He used the back
door into the house and ran up the back stairs to his third floor room, where
he locked the door. He removed his
shirt, untied his sweater, and kicked off his ruined khakis. Looking down, he could see his breasts with
their large nipples and his tight waist which flowed into womanly hips. The only thing that showed he was still male
was his penis still hanging where it always was. Andrew was stunned, and very scared. He’d heard wild stories of steroid side
effects, but becoming a she-male was not one of them!
“A mirror! I need a mirror!” he thought.
“Grover” had one
and his room was just down the hall.
Andrew threw on a sweatshirt and sweatpants and walked over to Grover’s
room as quietly as he could.
Grover was a nice
guy, if excitable (like the Muppet, hence the nickname) who was known as, and
razzed for being, a gentleman. He was
also known for having a huge penis, which brought him some girls. Grover was also a MAJOR clothes horse, so he
had two full length mirrors in his room.
He always liked to perfect his look before going out.
As Andrew sneaked
down the hall, Cheryl sighed and, looking one last time at the picture, threw
it in the trash. She slumped back on the
bed to cry again.
So
when you sense a change
Nothing feels the same
All your dreams are strange, love comes walkin’ in
Andrew felt his
scalp itch more and more and a strange feeling in his chest and shoulders. He felt his breasts begin to bounce as he
walked. Oh shit! That can’t be a good thing! Grover’s room was unlocked (no one in the
house locked their room while out) and Andrew slipped in.
He stood naked in
front of the mirror. His breasts were
beautiful- a full B cup if not a C. His
now curly hair lightened to a dirty blonde and reached his now delicate,
feminine shoulders. His long legs were
model perfect- like something out of a commercial or MTV video. Andrew thought he looked like a freakish
she-male, with a slightly softer version of his own face and his penis on a
devastatingly hot body.
“How the fuck did
this happen? Why am I becoming a
chick? How am I going to cover this up?”
he thought. His hands roamed all over
his now feminine body. His skin was so
soft, and he moaned involuntarily. He
caressed his new breasts, not believing they were his, and the person in the
mirror did the same. His large nipples
hardened as did his penis.
Suddenly, he could
hear Grover enter the house- he was always so loud. Andrew grabbed his clothes and ran back to his
room, breasts bouncing.
Andrew emerged for
dinner wearing loose sweats (borrowed from Brother Beef who was much bigger
than him), his nails clipped, and wearing his new hair tucked under a Yankees
baseball cap. Some guys gave him grief,
but nothing too bad. He spent his time
lost in thought, wondering if the campus health center could help or if he
should go to a hospital near home. Under
the table, his sexy hairless legs were crossed at the knees, just like a woman.
Wednesday, September 10, 1986
Andrew woke up
early- 4 AM- so he could shower alone.
He couldn’t help but run his hands all over his new curves, especially
his breasts. Oh God they felt so good!
At nine, he called
the hospital near home.
“I think I had a
reaction to some, um, steroids I tried” Andrew said into the telephone.
The nurse at the
hospital replied “Can you describe it?”
Andrew sat idly playing with his
long dirty blonde hair as he spoke. “Um,
swelling, hair growth…”
“We can’t fit you
in until Monday at 10 am unless you want to try the Emergency room.”
“I’ll be there
Monday at 10! Thanks!”
Andrew went to
class in sweats. His breasts were restrained
by two Ace bandages (and it hurt!) and he again hid his hair under his Yankees
cap. He made it to class with few looks.
Cheryl walked
under the rows of elms at the center of campus.
Nearby, she saw the gazebo next to the Student center lawn. Many summer nights she and Ogre sat there talking
and kissing one night they even… No be
strong, girl. He …isn’t… worth…
Her eyes welled up
before she could get control and tears ran down her cheeks.
As he walked
between classes, Andrew felt the sweats tighten. He looked down and saw that the grey
sweatpants were now stylish acid-washed designer jeans. His sweatshirt was now a fashionable off-the
shoulder- sweater. The Ace
bandages? Instead of flattening his
breasts, they now lifted and supported them as an underwire bra. He felt his hair around his shoulders- he
couldn’t see that the cap was now a pretty white headband. His oversized sneakers were now perfectly
sized grey suede ankle boots with a two inch heel.
“Oh my God! How?” he thought, stunned for a moment. He then ran into the closest building, heels
clacking on the sidewalk. Under his arm
he carried his grey leather purse, which had up until seconds ago been his book
bag.
He found a men’s
room and thanked God it was empty. He
ducked into the only stall, and looked himself over. The jeans were tight and showed off his
amazing ass. His breasts stuck out
proudly from the sweater, and his nails had grown back, painted a very feminine
pink.
“Oh shit! Why…”
“Hey you gonna be
in there long?” a gruff voice asked. “I
gotta go bad.”
Oh no!
Andrew gathered
his nerve and opened the door.
“Sorry, wrong
room,” he whispered as he ducked past.
The gruff guy laughed to himself.
Stupid chick can’t even read a door.
Andrew went to the
shops off campus and bought more oversized sweaters and sweatpants. As he pulled the money from his new purse, the
attendant said “thank you, Miss.” Andrew
cringed. “Oh my God! My face!
Has that changed?” he thought.
This was a nightmare!
He still couldn’t
comprehend what happened. He wouldn’t
believe it if he hadn’t seen it. How do
clothes change from sweats to women’s clothes?
How do bandages become a bra? Was
he going crazy? Steroids don’t change
clothing!
He took his new
purchases and went back to the House, his clacking heels and bouncing breasts
reminding him the whole way of his situation.
He again sneaked into the back door and quietly upstairs to his room,
dropped the bags and his purse, then quietly crept to Grover’s room.
The person in the
mirror didn’t look male. Andrew
recognized his face, but that was all. His
now blonde hair had grown again, at least four inches, and there was a cute
wave to it. The white plastic headband
looked wonderful. His tight jeans showed
off his devastating curves and amazing ass.
His breasts looked so big and round despite the loose sweater. His bare feminine shoulder was sure to
attract… wait! What was he
thinking? He didn’t want to be a guy, I
mean a girl!
Suddenly he heard
footsteps in the hall, and panicked.
Hide! Where? He quickly rolled under the bed, and lay on
his stomach. He felt his firm breasts beneath
him as he breathed quietly.
“Eww! It’s so dusty!” he thought as Grover came
in. Grover dropped his books on the
chair and flopped on the bed, almost causing Andrew to yelp.
Within twenty
minutes, Andrew heard Grover snoring softly.
Andrew slowly pulled himself out from under the bed, covered with
dust. He tiptoed out of the room, then
hurried back to his own, and locked the door.
Downstairs a dozen
or so brothers were in the dining room eating lunch. Brother “Smurf” came through the front door,
into the dining room, and plopped down his book bag on a convenient chair.
“Y’know I just saw
the damndest thing downtown,” he said.
“I could’ve sworn I saw Ogre go into “The Family Clothesline” dressed
like a chick.”
“What?”
“No way!”
“Yer shittin’ me!”
“No shit!” Smurf said.
“It was his face, but with blond hair and tits and shit.”
“He looked kinda
weird at dinner last night,” Brother “Cheese” said.
Yeah, but he ain’t
no muthafuckin’ fag cross dresser! Shit
he gets all the tail he wants!” “King” said.
“Just tellin’ you
what I saw,” Smurf said,
“Is he here?” Cheese said.
“Dunno.”
A few guys stood
up to go check Ogre’s room. They found
the door locked, so they pounded on it.
“Yo Ogre! You in there?”
“Yeah. I’m sick as a fucking dog! Just got back from the Health Center,”
Andrew said, weakly. Inside he was down
to his bra and boxers, changing into his new sweats.
“You ok?” Cheese said.
“No I need sleep,”
Andrew said. “Shit! I need more Ace bandages!” he thought as he
looked at his bigger breasts naked for the first time.
His brothers
looked at each other.
“Ok, let us know
if you need anything. Want us to save
you a lunch?” King said.
“No, not hungry,
thanks!” Andrew said as he caressed his
new tits. They felt so different- so…
good.
The brothers
shrugged and headed back to the stairs.
Smurf looked back at the door. He
wasn’t convinced- he knew what he saw.
He’d be watching.
Thursday, September 11, 1986
Once again Andrew
woke very early to shower and get out of the house. He wandered around campus for a while, then,
as soon as it opened, he went to a new hairdresser in town (instead of his
usual barber.)
“Clip it off! High and tight,” he said.
“Aww but honey,
this style fits you so well,” said the hairdresser.
“No thanks. Get rid of it,” he replied.
And so she
did. Andrew watched the large amounts of
dirty blond curls hitting the floor and he was happy. That was one less thing to worry about.
He then went to
his first class, dressed in loose navy blue sweats with his breasts bound
again. His last pair of sneakers were
tied extra tight to stay on.
Andrew made it to
all his classes that day, and then he went to the library. As he walked up the wide marble steps, who
should show up but Cheryl coming out the front doors.
“Oh shit! I don’t need this!” he thought.
But all she did
was glare at him and keep walking.
Her heart was in
her throat. “Be brave be brave!” she
thought. A tear rolled down her cheek,
but that was all. He wasn’t worth it.
As Andrew found a
place to sit, he felt his hands tingle. He
looked at them. They were now delicate,
smooth and feminine. The calluses and
blisters were gone. His beautiful nails were
regrown a half inch past his finger tips.
These were no longer the hands of someone called Ogre. They were the hands of a model.
“Hey Ogre!” one of
his rugby teammates said quietly as he passed where Andrew was seated. Andrew hid his hands and smiled. “Good seeing you!”
“Oh shit! Oh shit!”
He packed up his new book bag and left the library. It seemed a little heavier than when he
walked in. He felt his breasts jiggle a
little under the now slightly loosened bandages as he bounded down the library
steps.
He made it back to
his room, locked the door and quickly clipped off his nails. Sigh- but they were so cute! “What am I thinking?”
Friday, September 12, 1986
Smurf waited until
Ogre left for class, then went up to the third floor. The room was locked. Odd, but not unexpected. However, Smurf was also the House “repairman”
and had keys to all the rooms.
Ogre’s room was
neat as a pin! Bed made, clothes neatly
put away- a far cry from the Ogre he knew.
He searched around a bit, and in the bottom drawer of the dresser he
found the purse, bra, sweater and jeans.
He smiled.
“Oh man, is he
ever gonna be humiliated!” he thought.
Smurf’s mind wandered back to a girl last fall who he really wanted, but
Ogre got her- then dumped her. He wanted
revenge ever since.
Smurf grabbed the
stuff and locked the door behind him as he left.
Andrew ate out
again. Even though he SHOULD watch his
figure- “Why do I keep thinking that?”
At dinner in the
House, Smurf held up the items and said they were in Ogre’s room, so it proved
he was a “fuckin’ faggot cross dresser.”
There were some
laughs, but not many. More quizzical
looks. Smurf had been railing about Ogre
since last fall, and most guys were tired of hearing it.
“Rocky,” the
president of the house (and Ogre’s pledge brother), then stood. “Hey asshole, did you ever date anyone? Female that is? It’s not unusual for chicks to leave a change
of clothes at their boyfriend’s place.
Dumbass!”
Many more
laughs. Smurf sat down. A few minutes later, five of Ogre’s pledge
brothers grabbed Smurf and hauled him off to a bathroom for a proper swirley.
“No one accuses
our pledge brother of being some fag!”
Saturday, September 13, 1986
Most houses
partied on Saturday night, and tonight was no exception. The football team won its away game and
everyone was in the mood to party.
Andrew was as well- it had been one hell of a week- but he didn’t really
want to be in the house. Pi Kap was
partying, and he knew some of the guys there, so he put on some new jeans (very
baggy guy jeans), bound his breasts (and why did he look so much thinner?) and
put on a loose school sweater (inside out of course, as was the fashion.) Just a couple more days and he would get to a
doctor, but how would he explain the clothes changing?
Pain
finds me everywhere
Oh! but you don't care
Don't forget me when I'm gone
My heart would break
Grover was also
out for the night, but he went to apartment party thrown by his freshman year
room mate. His plan was to meet some
girls and bring them back to the house and REALLY party. Maybe he’d even get lucky. After all, it was a new semester and anything
could happen.
The night was
loud, fun and soaked with beer. Grover
saw a familiar face.
“Hey! You’re, um, Cheryl, right?” he said to her.
Cheryl looked at
him for a moment before recognition hit.
She met him once over the summer when he visited for a weekend.
“Yes,
but I’m sorry I forgot your name,” she said.
“Friends
call me Grover,” he said. “Get you a
beer?”
“No
thanks. I’m fine,” she said, holding up
her fairly full bottle of Busch.
“So
its funny- one of the guys found your underwear and stuff in Ogre’s room, and
tried to accuse him of being a crossdresser.
We swirlied his ass!” Grover
said, laughing.
“Uh,
my underwear?”
“Yeah,
don’t you keep some in Ogre’s room? I mean
y’know…”
By
look on her face, Grover knew that he really screwed up.
“Oh
look I am so sorry. I didn’t… I mean…”
Show me your bright lights and your city
lights, all right.
I'm talkin' 'bout the Yankee Rose.
Over
at Pi Kap, Andrew was in the basement party room when the pain hit him.
“Oh
no!” he knew what it meant.
He
worked his way through the crowd to the stairs up then through a door: a
closet. His chest, scalp and fingers
tingled- hell his whole body- however his abdomen seared in pain.
He
could feel his manhood shrinking, and there was nothing he could do. It was become smaller- smaller. His balls pulled into his body and everything
was reforming and changing. He felt a
new opening between his legs as his labia formed and his penis shrank between
the folds to become a clitoris. His
boxers became silky and tighter- panties.
Cos
you know I know babe
That I don’t wanna go.
Throwing it all away
Throwing it all away
He felt the
bandages reform again into a bra, but it felt different this time, as if they
didn’t support his breasts as well. He
also felt his breasts growing and becoming rounder- heavier. His hair fell around his shoulders again,
beautiful and blonde, and his face tingled as it changed. His entire head shrank a little- his
cheekbones became more prominent, his chin softened and his nose repaired
itself to become small and cute. His
scar vanished and his face was soft and blemish free. His eyes now seemed larger and became a
hypnotic sea blue. His eyebrows became
arches and his lips plumped to a sexy pout.
His throat burned for just a moment and his neck became just a little
longer and more graceful.
He
felt punches in his earlobes and he knew they were now pierced. Andrew then felt a draft as his jeans
changed, pulling upward to become a leather miniskirt. A skirt!
He was wearing a fucking skirt!
He felt like crying. Guys don’t
wear skirts! Rugby
stars don’t wear skirts! His sneakers
became black pumps with three inch heels.
His socks became thinner and he could feel the air through them as they
stretched up over his hips to become pantyhose.
He knew his sweatshirt changed by the way it felt, but couldn’t tell how
in the darkness.
The
girl can’t help it, she needs more
He hasn’t found what he’s lookin’ for
As suddenly as it
started, it was over. Andrew was no
longer male. She was now female- a young
woman. Her mind neared its breaking
point trying to understand what happened and trying to comprehend how… and why.
A
few blocks away, Cheryl composed herself in the bathroom of the apartment. She fixed her makeup, took a deep breath, and
left.
The
Spirit smiled. She made some other
subtle changes, but then decided to do something more for Cheryl. She took away the pain of Cheryl’s memories. She would remember Andrew “Ogre” Gruber, but
it would not hurt her ever again.
Especially
since that person no longer existed.
Andrew
opened the closet door and took a tentative step out. She took a few steps toward the door,
surprised at her proficiency in her heels.
Suddenly, her way was blocked by a huge guy with a bad mullet! Holy shit!
Beef!
“Hey
honey! Where you goin’? Someone *burp* hot as you can’t leave yet,”
he said.
“Umm,
uhh...” she said, and noticed her new feminine voice. Husky, yet very feminine. Beef seemed so much taller. She must have shrunk three or four inches!
“Come
on I’ll get you a beer,” he said, and flexed.
“No,
no thank you. I have to go,” Andrew
said, and dodged around him to the door, heels clacking on the tile floor.
“What
are you a fuckin’ lezbo?” she heard beef shout.
Once
outside she walked quickly down the block, and then stopped to look at herself.
She
was indeed wearing black pumps, charcoal hose, Leather mini that barely covered
her crotch, and a tight pink top unbuttoned to show devastating cleavage. “Am I wearing a pushup?” Andrew wondered. Her boobs seemed so much bigger- at least a D
cup. Her hands wandered almost
involuntarily to feel them, which brought a catcall from a guy nearby. She saw the bangle bracelets on her wrists,
and her long nails painted a sparkly red.
She wore several pretty rings on her slim fingers. Her curly blonde hair blew in the early
autumn breeze.
“Oh
my God- now what will I do?” she thought.
Andrew
was now a sexy woman on a Saturday night in a town full of parties and horny
college guys.
And
she was dressed to prowl.
She
walked as quickly as her skirt and heels would allow, feeling the unfamiliar
bounce of her breasts as she did.
Several guys whistled or shouted lewd things (like she used to) but she
ignored them. As she hurried down the
streets, she didn’t notice as she passed by Cheryl. Cheryl looked at her and thought “tramp.”
Andrew
reached the back of her fraternity house, but as there was a party going, it
was locked. That didn’t matter- she knew
the combination to the push button lock.
She slipped in through the door and walked as quietly as she could up
the back stairs to the third floor. She
knew better than to take off her shoes as the floor could get pretty sticky and
she didn’t want to ruin her stockings.
Huh? She didn’t?
She
listened at Grover’s door, heard nothing, and then slipped inside.
Grover
had a bad night so far. First he made
that chick Cheryl cry, and he tried to comfort her for like twenty
minutes. Then he spilled beer all over
himself. Fuck fuck fuck! He needed to change- maybe even shower, he
thought as he walked up the stairs to the house, past the line of people
waiting to get in. The party was now in
full swing and he was sure the night would improve.
Yes,
it’s true, (yes it’s true) I am happy to be stuck with you
Yes, it’s true, (yes it’s true) I’m so happy to be stuck with you
Cause I can see, (I can see) that you’re happy to be stuck with me
Andrew was stunned
by what he saw in the mirror. She was
beautiful! She had a heart shaped face,
delicate chin, large blue eyes with bold makeup, and hypnotic red lips. Her hair was teased high and wide (which
would’ve needed so much Aqua Net) and looked so hot. She wore three silver earrings in her left
ear and two in her right, and a delicate heart locket that nestled in her cleavage. The short skirt hugged her curves and her
legs seemed longer, or did her torso shorten?
Andrew’s breasts really were bigger and declared for all to see she was
now a woman.
She
couldn’t help but pose. She was so
hot! So definitely fuckable! Look at that ass! Those tits!
Those legs! Amazi…
Grover
opened the door and stopped, stunned. In
his room was this amazingly hot chick checking herself out in his mirror.
“Well
hi there” he said.
The
girl jumped and yelped, then put her hand on her chest. “You scared me!”
“Sorry. May I help you with something?”
“Oh,
I’m unh, um…” she said with her husky, sexy voice.
“That’s
ok. What’s your name? My friends call me Grover.”
“Um,
I’m uh… Amy” And she was. Her ID cards, licenses, everything now said
“Amy Andrews.”
“Hi
Amy. This is my room.” He laughed.
“Can I get you anything? Like a
beer?”
Amy
needed a beer. She really needed a drink
after all that had happened.
“Ok,
um sure.”
“Stay
right here.”
Amy
was alone in the room. Grover didn’t
recognize her. How could he? He was now all girl.
She
took advantage of the time by running to her old room and finding her purse… on
the bed? She quickly tossed money and
her credit cards (now changed, though she didn’t know it) into the bag and made
it back to Grover’s. She was posing in
the mirror when Grover returned with a pitcher and three plastic cups (one for
flip a cup if they wanted to play.)
Grover
poured the beer; they touched glasses, and drank while they talked. Eventually, they sat on his couch. Grover made her feel beautiful and at
ease. Amy remembered how often he busted
on Grover for being a “nice guy” when she was Ogre, but now he was seeing how
nice Grover was, and she was responding to it.
She didn’t object when he touched her shoulder, or her thigh. Amy touched his arm occasionally as they
spoke. Her apartment was just down the
street, and she was a sophomore in business.
She made up a whole background, not knowing that as she said it, it
became fact.
You read me wrong
I wasn't trying to lead you on
Not like you think
I didn't mean to turn you on
The beer ran
low. Grover broke out a bottle of wine
and two almost clean glasses. They
toasted again, and he kissed her lightly.
She felt a strange thrill radiate through her body. She kissed a guy! Oh my God!
She pulled away, smiled and sipped some wine. He smiled too, put his glass on the table,
and she let him put hers there as well.
He
leaned in and kissed her again- deeper. Amy
wrapped her arms around his neck as they kissed and caressed his neck. Grover caressed her new breasts, sending
bolts excitement to her womanhood, which was becoming quite warm and wet. She squirmed a little and moaned.
They
kissed and petted until Grover slowly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her lacy
black push up bra. She pulled his beer-stained
shirt over his head and tossed it aside.
He stopped and looked at her, lingering on her breasts. “You are easily the hottest girl I’ve ever
seen,” he said. She smiled and thanked
him, then pulled him to another kiss.
Amy
couldn’t understand it, but maybe she did.
She really found Grover attractive, and wanted him more and more. Besides, everyone knew about Grover…
After
a few more minutes, they stood and she unzipped her skirt. He dropped his pants. She was wearing silky black panties and he
wore boxers. He guided her to the bed,
where he stopped for a moment. Grover
put “James Taylor’s Greatest Hits” on the CD player. Amy smiled- she knew that was the signal for
other brothers not to disturb as this brother was getting laid. He turned back, held her hands, and looked
down into her beautiful blue eyes. He
smiled and she did too. She was so
nervous she was shaking.
“What’s
wrong?” he asked.
“I’m
chilly! I’m nearly naked!” Amy said, fibbing. Her nipples were very erect and he barely
could stop from staring.
She has the power to go where no one else
can find me,
yes and to silently remind me,
of the happiness and good times that I know.
They kissed again
and caressed each other’s bodies.
Slowly, her hands reached into his boxers and caressed his… yipes! She forgot how big he was! They both smiled as they kissed. They stopped and looked at each other as she
caressed his cock. She smiled, and then
sank to her knees, pulling his boxers down as she did. Two hours ago, she was a guy named Andrew,
with a cock like this, and would never think of being with a guy. Now she wanted nothing more than to take this
man’s cock into her mouth. She craved
it.
She
looked up at him, pushed the hair from her face, and kissed the tip of his huge
cock. Then again. Then she licked it all around like an ice
cream cone. Amy was trying to remember
what the best blow job she ever had was like, so she could replicate it for
Grover.
She licked up and down
the shaft as Grover shuddered. Then she
slowly took it into her mouth and swirls her tongue around the crown slowly. Grover gasped. Amy then flicked her tongue under the crown,
just under the head. She then engulfed his
cock, and then started taking long mouth strokes. She loved this- she really did. Ogre retreated further away in her mind as
Amy took over.
Goodnight you moonlight ladies
Rock-a-bye sweet baby James
She alternated
long strokes with several short rapid ones over the swollen, sensitive head. She paused at the tip, and then slowly lowered
her mouth until Grover’s cock brushed past her tonsils. Amy tried to tongue his balls, and then
slowly worked back up. She took Grover’s
hand, and placed it on her left breast, where he started massaging. Amy started to suck a little faster, and then
his precum leaked out onto her tongue.
She then slowed to a stop, and smiled up at him. He helped her to her feet and they lay on the
bed together.
She
lived for three years in the house and had been with many women. Now, her fraternity brother was pulling down
her panties and she shivered in delight of the thought of his manhood inside of
her. She was now the conquest- the one
laying on her back awaiting him. Her
panties were on the floor and her womanhood was revealed for the first
time. Grover put on a condom, and poised
himself above her. Her eyes widened as
she waited for the inevitable.
People can be so cold.
They'll hurt you and desert you.
Well they'll take your soul if you let them.
Oh yeah, but don't you let them.
Grover
looked into the eyes of the person who that morning was his fraternity brother,
and entered her slowly. Amy moaned and
cried out. It hurt yet it felt so
good! He pumped her slowly and her hips
rose to meet him almost reflexively.
Andrew was now gone- there was only Amy: a woman. The spirit laughed and watched.
They
had sex twice that night and many times after that. She attended the fraternity’s homecoming
formal with him. Instead of wearing a
suit like the years before, she wore a beautiful full length black gown which
showed off her cleavage to maximum effect.
So don't be afraid to let them show
your true colors
true colors are beautiful
like a rainbow
No
one ever found Andrew “Ogre” Gruber. He
vanished off the face of the earth. Amy
so desperately wanted to tell someone, but knew she wouldn’t be believed. After ten years, he was declared dead. His pledge brothers had a plaque made for his
old room, which was named in his honor.
Amy
and Grover dated for over a year. She
loved being back in the house any way she could. It ended when she walked in on Grover in bed
with Cheryl. Amy cried for a week. The spirit smiled and moved on- the revenge
was complete, although no one but the spirit knew.
Twenty
years later, Amy Andrews Green sat on her couch and looked in an old photo
album. It was from her college days and
the years directly after. She remembered
being Andrew, but that was so long ago. She
was tastefully dressed in an ivory outfit with nice slacks, a top that showed a
hint of cleavage, and pearl earrings.
Her hair was shorter now, but still very feminine and her makeup was
subtle. She looked at the pictures:
Grover, graduation, her first time at the beach in a bikini (the day she met
her husband), her fabulous wedding gown, and the births of her two beautiful
daughters and her son: Andrew (she insisted on the name.)
Amy
was once a wild rugby playing fraternity guy, but for reasons she never
understood, now she wasn’t. She was a
woman, wife and mother.
And
she was happy.
All songs used were on the
Billboard Top 100 at the time.
Songs are
copyright their respective owners and no challenges are meant to their status.
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