Chapter 1

Late Night, Sunday

Victor

"Love you too Sar. Pleasant dreams". I hung up the phone and felt a familiar doubt start. How did I manage to win my Sarah? The logical part of my brain reminded me again how Sarah isn't perfect. Sure, she is a little demanding at times, but isn't everyone? Besides she puts up with my quirks and issues. Enough issues to make me the worst dating prospect around. Not to mention husband or father material ... Ok, enough of that kind of thinking. I reached for the nearby light switch and flicked it off, feeling my eyes close as the darkness set in.

The Next Morning

Sarah

I almost had that stupid unicorn. Stupid alarm clock. I took a glance over at the digital display, confirming the numbers I feared were there. Seven am is way too early to have to wake up.

"Sarah! Time to get up!" came the shout of my back-up alarm clock.

"Thanks Dad!" That's odd. My voice isn't usually that deep. Maybe I'm getting another cold? Doesn't matter though. I've already used all of my excused absences for Macro.

I heard the first of the flight upstairs creak as my father called out. "Sweetie, are you okay?" Huh, I guess he noticed too.

"I don't know dad". I raised my arm to check my forehead. Normal... then what else could it be? Putting my arm back down, I felt a tightness in my clothing that wasn't there last night. Maybe the cause is ... impossible. I'm stable and that visit isn't due for another two weeks. Besides, there is this odd pain. I sat up and reached for my glasses on the nigh table, hoping a look in the mirror might give me a better idea of what was going on. I stood up and turned towards the mirror, letting out a "What the fuck!"

"What's the matter?" He must be getting ready for work ... that one came from the bathroom.

"I'm ... I'm not sure. Do you know if any cleaning chemicals can cause delayed hallucinations?"

"One or two, but only in large quantities. Why do you ask?"

He's in front of my door now ... great. "I think I'm seeing things right now ... I swear I look just like David".

"How is that possible? You and your brother haven't looked alike since you were four". Still in front. Is he hovering there on purpose? That would be typical of him. "Maybe I can help?"

Maybe he can ... if I am just hallucinating, then I'll look completely normal to dad... "Sure. Just come in here and let me know that I'm only seeing things".

I heard the door knob start to turn. "Ok, if you insist". I watched the door open as dad walked in. He looked at me and his jaw dropped.

"Say something dad" Did I just break him?

"Uh ... Maybe you should borrow something from your brother".

Wait ... what? Of all the things to say, he chooses that? Typical dad and his ... uh oh. I felt my heart drop. This means I'm not hallucinating, and I've turned into David. "Can I have something of yours instead? I have no clue when David last did laundry".

I watched a blank stare form on his face. "Um ... sure".

He's still stuck. "The clothes dad?" And with a shake of his head...

"Right ... I'll leave them on your bed. You should shower".

Oh, right ... I have class in an hour. "Oh, yeah. Thanks dad".

I watched the stare return. "For what?"

I let out a loud sigh. "The clothes". Maybe if I leave the room he'll be able to think again. Besides, if I don't shower now, there is no way I'll be ready for school in time. I silently made my way to the bathroom and stepped into the shower, turning the water on. Ok, this isn't so different. My arms are bulkier, I have more muscles and my chest is flat ... that means I won't have to deal with anything flapping around anymore. No more bras... I proceeded to gently soap down my body. Everything was going fine until my hand arrived in between my legs. Suddenly it hit me... "Oh, crap ... I'm a boy now..."

I felt my body slip down the wall of the shower, until I was sitting on the floor of it. How the hell am I going to go to school now? Unlike Vic, I can't pretend this is part of some social experiment. What's going to happen to my job? How will my class mates think of me if I tell them I turned into a guy? What will Vic think? Will he still want to be with me? Will he be totally disgusted with my new body? "No! I do not have the time to think about this. I will get ready and deal with Victor later". He's not worth my precious time if he doesn't like me in this form.

Victor

A loud sign escaped from my lips. Is it really morning already? I'm too tired to go to class. I recognized this progression of thoughts, remembering my self-promise to break this habit. If I'm not here for class, then what reason am I here for? Ok ... getting up. A little coffee should help make it easier. Hopefully Fred already put some up.

"Vic, man, coffee's on" I heard Fred say, likely as he made his way back from the bathroom.

No time like the present. But, really, why didn't I listen to Fred and Matt? They warned me an eight-thirty Philosophy class was unwise ... but no, this semester was going to be different. I sat up, looked around the dim room for my towel, spotting it hanging on the wall. Standing quickly, I felt my balance slip as I fell back on the bed. Ok, too fast. Let's try that again. I moved slowly this time, eventually reaching the towel and throwing it over my arm. I made my way to the door, opened it, and stepped out into the hall. I continued towards the bathroom, noticing Fred as I did.

"Uhm ... miss, I don't know if Vic told you, but he has a girlfriend".

Huh? I didn't bring anyone home last night. I stopped moving for a moment and looked around. So who is he talking to? "What do you mean man? I haven't cheated on Sarah".

Ok, that was way too high to be my voice. I watched a grin cross Fred's face. "I didn't think Vic could surprise me anymore. He and Sarah have an open relationship ... so, how long has this been going on for?"

I could feel my mouth drop a little. Where would he get a crazy idea like that? "Wait, what gave you that idea ... and who are you talking to?"

He glanced towards my open door. "Is he even up yet? We warned him not to take another eight-thirty class".

This could be a prank, but I doubt Fred would take it this far. It's more likely I'm still asleep and dreaming. In that case, it won't hurt if I pinch myself. I did so, and yelped at the paint that followed. Ok, not a dream. That leaves one option. "I know you tend to start drinking early in the day, but before breakfast?" A look of bewilderment appeared on his face.

His voice shook with surprise. "How did you know about that? Vic promised not to tell that to anyone".

"I am Victor. What, are you going blind or something Fred?"

I watched him glance over me. "Impossible. Those are Vic's clothes, and he may not be in the best shape right now, but his man boobs are much smaller than what's bouncing about under that shirt".

I breathed for a moment, then responded. "I'm telling you Fred, it's really me. Look in my room if you don't believe me".

He stood there thinking for a moment. "Fine, but you should take a look in the mirror. If what you say is true, then something really weird may have happened".

Maybe he's on to something. My clothing does feel weirdly loose, and it feels like someone taped water balloons to my chest. That would explain why my sense of balance is so off. I continued toward the bathroom.

I flicked on the light as he asked "See what I mean?" I looked in the mirror, letting out a loud shriek as I did. A few moments later Fred stood just outside the bathroom. "Only two possibilities here Vic. One, Mike put loose clothing on you and made you look and sound like a girl. Two, something really weird happened last night. I'll leave you alone so you can see which one it is".

Hopefully this is only Mike's doing. I lifted my shirt, and noticed what looked like a pair of D breasts. I know Mike has some really good fakes ... this could still be his doing. As long as junior is still there, I'm okay. I undid the knot on my pajama pants, and watched both them and my underwear fall to the floor. Taking a few deep breaths, I looked down and screamed again. Crap ... they're not fakes. What will Sarah think?

"So? Do I owe Mike a friendly beating?"

I should have realized Fred's definition of 'space' would be so short. "I have no idea how this happened, but I've become ... a ... girl". I felt my breathing start to become more labored. What a perfect time to start hyperventilating.

"You know, this can't be all that bad. My friend, you are living every boob man's dream — you now have your own pair to play with".

My breathing normalized as the familiar anger kicked in. I pulled up my underwear and pants, tightened them, and pulled back down my shirt. I'm going to hurt him for that comment. How inconsiderate is he, knowing how difficult this is? I opened the door and aimed a punch at his chest, feeling a dull pain as it connected.

"Sorry man ... that comment was a bit off color. However, I think you're freaking a little too much about this".

"Too much?" I screamed, the stress clear in my voice. "I'll probably lose Sarah because of this!"

He looked at me again, then wandered next to me and put his arm around my shoulders. "Maybe. But think of it this way: if she decides to dump you over something out of your control, she's not worth the energy she demands from you".

The combination of the familiar advice position he'd assumed and his calming tone of voice destroyed what remained of my fury and calmed my nerves. "Maybe you're right. Do me a favor and see if Mike can lend me a bra".

"He'll probably want to put together a full outfit for you".

I started to panic again. "I ... don't like the sound of that. The fewer people that know about this, the better".

"You do know he'll need to see your new chest to find a bra that fits, right?"

Wait, how would he know that? Oh, right. "I forgot for a moment that for last year's Halloween you joined him in dressing drag".

"Besides, he is gay. It shouldn't matter if he sees you topless or not". This made sense, so I nodded my head. "Go shower and relax a little, maybe see how your new body works. I'll ask Mike for you ... I'm sure he'll help".

See how my new body works? Is he crazy? I should probably keep this quiet though ... or else I'll never live it down. "Have him wait in my room then".

Sarah

I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. I thought I had escaped flapping body parts. At least breasts only respond to touch and temperature. This penis reacts to everything. Stupid 'lower brain'. I dried quickly, wrapping my towel around my waist as I finished. I silently opened the door, hoping dad was far enough away that I could get to my room without him seeing me. Running quickly I made it and closed the door behind me. Looking on the bed I noticed a pair of jeans, some underwear and a t-shirt sitting on my bed. I let the towel drop and slipped on the underwear, grateful they were tag less. I put on the rest of the clothes, being pleasantly surprised when they all fit almost perfectly.

I heard a knock on my door. "Are the clothes okay Sarah?"

So it was just a lucky guess. "They're fine. Is it normal for my penis to react to almost everything?"

"Completely. I know girls sometimes don't believe us about that, but we are telling the truth".

"Right ... What's the purpose of the strange front on this underwear?"

"So you don't need to pull everything down to use the bathroom".

"Oh ... right. I forgot I can now easily pee standing up". Strange, ordinarily he'd be seeking permission to come in, or at least ask me to open the door.

"Have you given any thought to whether or not to tell Victor about this?"

Huh? How did he... "How did you know I was thinking about that?"

"That's the first thing that would jump to my mind if I woke up a woman. I'd wonder if your mother would still stay married to me".

He's recovered from the shock it seems. "Oh. What do you think I should do?"

"Ask him to meet you somewhere private. These things have a tendency to happen in pairs".

So Vic might be a woman right now? Impossible. "And what if he decides he doesn't want to be with me anymore?"

"Then he's not worth crying over".

"Thanks dad. Are guys allowed to hug?"

"Of course. I take it you'd like one".

Silly me. Just because popular culture says something doesn't mean it's true. "Yes. The door is unlocked and I'm decent". I heard the door open and watched dad enter, throwing his arms around me in a tight embrace. Stepping back, I turned from side to side looking at my new body in the mirror. "Do I need anything else?"

I watched him think for a few moments. "A male name. I assume you don't want anyone else but Victor to know about this right now".

"Yes. Any ideas?"

"How about Sam? It's close enough to your real name, but not so close that it's easy to figure out".

Wow ... dad's doing pretty good considering how shocked he was earlier. "That sounds good actually. Thank you for the hug".

A large smile appeared on his face. "You're welcome. No matter what happens, you know I'll always consider you my little girl".

I felt my own nerves calm a little. "That's the one thing keeping me sane right now. I need to finish getting ready for class".

Dad shook his head. "Skip class for today. I'll get a note from your doctor to excuse you. We do have to think about how to explain this to your school".

"I forgot about that for a moment".

He headed toward the door. "I'll take care of them. You contact Victor".

"Ok". I looked around for my cell phone and unlocked the keys. Calling won't work ... I'll have to text him. The question is, how to phrase it so he doesn't think I'm intending to break up with him. I thought for a few moments. That works. I quickly keyed in the words. Now to send ... done.

Victor

I stepped out of the shower and dried my body, remembering to wrap the towel higher up on my body then I normally do. The shower had done its job, and I was feeling much calmer now. I opened the door, and spotted Fred exactly where I was expecting him to be waiting.

"So, what do you think of the new body?"

I shook my head in frustration. "Fred, I did not masturbate in the shower. I do not have the time for a process that could take a half hour or more". Nor do I feel comfortable with touching this body more than I have to.

He gave a 'cat-that-just-ate-the-canary' smile. "You'll have the time later. I guarantee it".

Great, what does he know that I don't? "What makes you say that?"

The smile persisted. "Ask Mike. He's in your room as requested".

I hate when he does this. Absolutely hate it. "Thanks ... and if you're hiding something bad from me, girl body or not, I will figure out a way to beat you up".

I heard a shout from my bedroom — "Just hurry up Victor. I only have a half-hour before I need to leave for class".

I hurried into my room, almost tripping over one of Mike's large trunks. "Like I have the time? Work quickly".

He looked me over thoroughly. "You certainly are a very beautiful girl. I'd do most anything to pull off a drag look like that".

I sighed and shook my head. "Just get on with it".

He gave me his 'you insult me greatly' look. Such a drama queen sometimes. "Now now ... I am an artist. You will work with my creative needs, or I do nothing".

I breathed loudly. "Fine. What does the great designer need me to do?"

He looked me in the eyes for a moment. "Firstly, don't kill me".

I gave him a surprised look. "Why would I want to kill you?"

I watched his fidgeting increase. "Sarah just left you a text message. Drop the towel a little and close the door".

The fidgeting increased again as I closed the door. "And did you read said message?" I asked as I lowered the towel so my breasts could be seen.

"Of course. You can't read and get fitted at the same time, and you know it".

Great ... this is what Fred was referring to. "Fine. What does it say?"

He motioned for me to come a little closer. I obeyed. "She says: 'I need to talk to you in person somewhere private, and it's not about breaking up or taking a break from each other. Name the location and time and I'll meet you there'. See, nothing ominous or scary".

I felt my breathing start to become heavy again. "Nothing scary? Are you crazy? There are a million different ways to interpret that message!"

He laughed and smiled his favorite odd little smile. "Already stepping into the role I see. Thirty four D. I have a plain white and a lacy black in that size — which would you prefer?"

I thought for a moment. "White. I'd rather not draw attention to myself".

"If that's the case, than you're better off with the black and a black shirt. Otherwise you'll look like you're trying to hide something. The black should fit better anyway. Try these and this long skirt".

I shook my head in surprise. What is he thinking? "A skirt? Are you crazy?"

He shook his head in disappointment. "Yes, a skirt. Try this blouse instead of the shirt you have there".

I looked at the blouse he was holding up. It looked like too fitted for my liking. "Why?"

He sighed loudly. "If you look like a girl completely, people won't give you more than a single glance. If you look like someone trying to hide their body, you'll stand out".

No more than a single glance? With this outfit, I'll get stared at. Although... "I hate that I'm saying this, but you actually make sense. Tell me then Mr. Know-it-all, where and when should I meet Sarah?"

He gave me his evil planning smile. "The woods on the edge of campus as soon as possible. They're usually empty at this time of day, and it's not like you can go to class in your state".

At least I get out of another Philosophy class. "True again. Fine, text her back while I try your outfit idea. How should I deal with the school? I can't exactly cut classes until I figure out how to fix this". I turned around and attempted to get the bra on.

"Have you forgotten what Matt does best?" I thought for a moment, and realized what he was getting at. Matt is a genius with computers. "If that fails, you can always say you're doing an experiment for your senior project".

I sighed again, and finally got the bra on. "Fine, but if Matt gets busted, it was your idea and you asked him".

His smile turned into a frown. "Forget Matt then. Besides, he'd have a heart attack just hearing about this".

I finished getting on the blouse and turned around. "So, does this work?"

His smile returned as he looked me over. "Beautifully". I heard the familiar beep of my phone. Mike looked down and read the message. "Response from Sarah: 'I can be there in 30 minutes. Name a landmark to meet by'. What should I say?"

"Uhm..." I thought for a moment. "How about the old well?"

"Secluded ... you naughty devil you. Sent".

I wondered briefly what the other trunks held. We knew Mike had a lot of women's clothing, but neither myself or Fred had made any attempts to determine exactly how much. "I don't have any shoes".

He pointed to the largest of the trunks. "That's what this trunk is for". I looked inside the trunk and saw at least two dozen pairs of shoes and too many packages of panty hose to count. "I think a size eight should fit you. I recommend boots". I started to rummage through the trunk for a pair of black size eights. "Another response: 'I'll have my Christmas present on'. What does she mean by that?"

I looked up, holding a pair of black high-heeled boots up. He nodded his head. "The patterned scarf I gave her for Christmas. I don't understand why though ... we'll be the only ones there".

"Maybe on the off-chance you're wrong?"

I slipped on the hose and boots. "Makes sense. This is the third correct sizing in a row".

He smiled again. "If there is one thing I know, it's women's clothing".

I stood up, getting a sense of my new balance. "You'll never pass for straight".

He flipped his hair in that way girls often do. "I wouldn't want to". He held out a black patterned piece. "Take this for a jacket, and make sure not to be late".

"Late? If I were driving in from town ... sure. But from here the woods are maybe a ten minute walk".

He sighed loudly. "In your old body, maybe. Without considering your altered center of gravity, you're not used to heels. That alone will make the walk longer".

He had something about the heels. "Okay, but if I get there early, you're watching Rocky with me tomorrow night".

He pretended to shake with fear. "Ooh, you're scaring me" he said, his voice thick with sarcasm.

I shook my head. "Is there no way to shake you?"

That blasted smirk returned. "There are a few, but I'm not telling".

I stuck my tongue out at him. "Spoil sport".

I made my way slowly towards the door and opened it, then continued towards the door to the apartment. Maybe he has a point about that whole center of gravity bit. This could take awhile.

Sarah/Sam

The campus finally came into view. I turned in at the parking lot closest to the west entrance to the woods and parked, breathing a sigh of relief. If a cop had pulled me over, I'd be in serious trouble right now. I climbed out and made sure the door locked, then looked towards the woods. I think the well is a few minutes this way. I walked in silence, my thoughts being calm for the first time all day. Finally I found the well and looked around. Checking my watch I realized I was a minute late. Where is Victor? Shouldn't he be here by now? I looked around again, and only noticed a girl approaching the clearing.

"I don't know how Sarah manages long walks with the size of her breasts. Even with a proper bra, I still can't find my balance".

I took one last look around. Could that be my Victor? Maybe dad was right. If it is him, will he even recognize me? I decided to wait for a few moments and watched the girl look over at me nervously, then look away. Great. He's not going to make the first move. "Victor, where are you?"

"Right here". The girl stepped forward. "You changed too I see".

I nodded my head. "Yeah. I'm sorry I didn't believe you about this little brain".

Victor smiled. "That's okay. I'm still getting used to working around these". He pointed at his newly grown breasts.

I laughed, dimly aware of the slowly building tension between us. "You'll eventually learn to work around them. Was it a surprise to wake up with breasts so big?"

He smiled nervously. "When I finally realized they were there, yeah. Thinking now about how my mom's built, it makes sense. How about you?"

He's still skirting the issue ... then again, so am I. "According to dad, I'm the spitting image of him when he was younger". I felt the tension intensify suddenly.

We both looked around nervously. Vic finally broke the silence. "So now what?"

I knew what had to be said. I opened my mouth to say it, but felt my throat start to close up. No ... I can't put this off any longer. "I'm sorry ... I was worried I wouldn't find you attractive any more. Worse yet, I'm worried you'll want to dump me after seeing me like this. Somehow though, I still find myself attracted to you".

He breathed a sigh of relief and laughed a little. "I'd say turned on may be more appropriate". He paused for a moment.

My heart fell. I knew he was trying to break the tension a little, but instead had made it worse. "Are you okay?"

He nodded his head. "I'm still feeling a bit of shock from the change. I also feared losing you". I held my breath for a moment. "You can breathe Sar ... I can't take my eyes off of you". I finally breathed a sigh of relief. "There's also an odd tingling sensation starting to build in my body".

I smiled. "That means you're getting turned on too".

An embarrassed look crossed his face. "Oh. I should have realized that".

Is he kidding? I didn't figure that out for a few months. "Not necessarily. That's not exactly common knowledge. By the way, who chose that outfit for you?"

"Why do you ask?" he asked in a surprised tone of voice.

"It's so perfect I wouldn't have recognized you without that walking comment".

The surprised look got stronger. "Oh ... Mike".

I slapped my forehead. "Of course ... who else?"

"Any idea how this happened?"

I thought for a moment. "Nothing concrete, but I was dreaming about a child with a high-pitched laughter last night".

"I vaguely remember an odd flash of light around two".

I didn't prepare for this conversation. "So..."

Vic smiled. "You planned for a longer, different conversation, didn't you Sar?"

"Yeah". My legs started to cramp a little. "Is there anywhere to sit around here?"

Victor looked around. "There's always the well itself. The walls are thick enough to sit on safely".

I rolled my eyes. Vic should know me better than that. "Somewhere comfortable".

He scanned the area again and shrugged his shoulders. "The tree stumps?"

I glanced quickly at the stumps around us and pointed to a nearby large one. "That one". I sat down and looked back over at him. "Sit next to me?"

"Sure". He walked over next to me. "I'm starting to understand why you'd actually want to wear a bra sometimes. Even just walking to the bathroom from my bedroom hurt a little".

It was my turn to look embarrassed. "I've had to adjust myself three times already. I'll never complain about you doing that again". I paused for a moment. "That is, if we ever get our old bodies back".

He smiled uneasily. "We'll find a way. It's impossible that this is permanent".

"What if it is?"

He grit his teeth together for a second. "We'll deal with that bridge when we come to it. For now, we still want to be together, and we don't have to worry about what our professors will think until later. Let's just relax and enjoy being near each other".

I gave Vic that evil little smile I like to give sometimes. "Maybe we can mess around a little? This thing has been hard for some time, and it's very uncomfortable".

He grimaced. "Sorry. I'm nowhere near comfortable enough with this body to try anything sexual".

My grin widened. "Then let me teach you the pleasure to be found in your new body. I promise not to hurt you".

"Uhm ... okay ... but you stop the moment I tell you to".

"As you wish".

Victor

I watched Sarah slowly pull the blouse off my body. "I suppose Mike suggested the bra as well?"

I felt slightly confused. "Yeah. Why?"

A surprised look appeared on her face. "You don't remember what black lingerie means?"

Stupid, stupid, stupid ... why didn't I remember that? "Oh ... right".

"Just relax and let me do all the work. I promise you'll enjoy yourself immensely". I watched Sarah quickly undo the lacy bra. How did she ... of course. She's had years of practice at doing that. "So pretty ... you're so very pretty". I felt a light pressure from my breasts as Sarah started to massage them. "Close your eyes ... you can better focus on the feelings that way". I let my eyes close, and felt the light pleasure from Sarah's massaging increase greatly.

Her hands then started to move upward towards my neck, and then back down again. Despite this touch not being sexual, I felt my arousal increase further. Her hands touched my breasts again, but somehow missed my nipples entirely. When is she going to touch them? Why is she teasing me like this?

As if knowing my thoughts, she replied "You did this to me once, remember?" She chuckled. "I did say I'd pay you back". I opened my eyes and glared at Sarah just as she pulled my skirt up and my hose off.

"Are you sure you want to go there?"

She laughed as her hands started down my legs. "It's not like I've never seen one before. Besides, I promised to make you feel good, and I intend to keep my promise".

She started to kiss down my legs to my feet. "This isn't good Sar, this is torture. Complete and utter torture". I could feel how close I was to orgasm, and she was denying me!

The kisses proceeded back up and stopped at my knees. "Maybe now, but be patient and it will all be worth it". Her fingers started to move again, circling this time around my inner thigh. "My my ... so wet already. You must really want to orgasm right now. Maybe I'll take pity on you and give you one".

I started to feel like I was going crazy. "Please ... I feel like I'm about to explode".