Chapter 4

I was sitting on the comfortable sofa, a beer next to me at the side table, and Cirin’s head in my lap. I gently let my fingers glide through the soft tresses of her hair. I had found a sturdy chair that was now preventing the door handle from being pushed down. We were relaxing, listening to some chill out music. As a good mother, Mitta had packed a delicious meal, which Cirin had reheated in the oven.

I was amazed by the luxury of the cottage, realizing it had been used for centuries and constantly upgraded to the latest standards.

I looked down to Cirin’s beautiful face, suddenly understanding she had been a woman many times. It just didn’t make sense why she was a Neutaria at the moment.

She saw me staring and a nervous smile appeared on her lips. “You still have many questions.”

I nodded.

“You’re asking yourself why I am a Neutaria.”

I nodded again.

“Do you know how many species are compatible to us?”

I had seen quite a few different races at the restaurant. I thought I had seen twelve. “Well, from what I’ve seen in the village, more than twelve.”

She nodded. “There are eighteen and we allow fifteen to actually come to our planet.”

“The other three are too violent?”

“Let’s say they were overstaying their hospitality. And one of them thought they could earn some extra credits by selling us to traders as slaves.”

“Holy shit,” I murmured.

“Indeed. But it has been stable for hundreds of years, thanks to the Talians.”

“Although now the Tarakonas have managed to bypass the security and they are hunting.”

She shuddered. “I’ve lost one of my best friends because of them. I still have nightmares about it. To tell you the truth; I’m really happy you’re here.”

“Me too.”

She patted my hand as she continued, “We are losing track. You know, those fifteen races are different and perhaps you can imagine they all have their own standards of beauty and desires.”

It suddenly dawned on me as I remembered those amazing Bishojan women who all looked different. “No way!” I whispered in awe.

“We can change into any female a man desires.” Cirin continued, “to increase the chance we conceive.”

“So, you’re actually a template who’s going to be merged with the customer’s favorite package.”

She snorted. “Typical.”

“What?”

“You are such a nerd.”

“That’s something I can’t deny,” I said as I shrugged my shoulders, “but what’s so typical?”

Cirin moved her body to sit next to me and as soon as she was at eye level she said, “I’m not just a template who merges with a ‘favorite package’.”

I wondered why she was so particular about it. I saw her serious expression, realizing it was very important to her. Then it hit me, and I quickly responded, “I guess it’s more you’re allowing only certain aspects to be altered to accommodate the wishes of the male.”

She nodded slowly. “I am Cirincendil and you’ll always recognize me after I have gone through a change.

“Still,” I said slowly as I tried to comprehend what she just had revealed to me, “it must have been very strange the first time it happened to you.”

“It depends,” Cirin answered, smiling. “He was a virgin as well and quite handsome too.”

I chuckled half-heartedly, chastising myself asking her this stupid question.

“It always is very disorienting when it happens though,” she conceded as she nervously fidgeted with her hands. “I hate it because I totally lose control over my body and I’m not aware of what is happening during the transition.”

“Oh okay, but do you have any control when it starts?”

“I can postpone it for a day or two. But after that it becomes unbearable, and I have to change.”

I was shocked. It sounded more like a curse than a blessing. “Yikes!” I murmured.

“It’s not that bad really,” she said offhandedly, “it happens only twice a year except when you’re pregnant of course.”

She giggled as she saw my uneasy expression and said soothingly, “I rather have this than the monthly bleeding the females on your planet have to deal with.”

“Right,” I said as I grabbed my beer, “and you’re close to changing into a woman.”

She nodded. “You being close to me, speeds it up. There are little signs, little changes in my perception and mood that tell me I’m close. Your affection for me and what I’ve done for you in the water are helping to speed things up.”

I gently grabbed her hand as I asked her, “Are you looking forward to undergo the change again?”

“Paul,” she said softly, “I’m longing for it. I want to be able to feel the amazing joy and excitement again. The passionate lovemaking, I miss it badly.”

I moved forward, pulling her into an embrace while I pressed my lips to hers. Cirin roamed her hands through my hair and moaned softly as I forced her slender body down to the seat of the sofa. Our tongues danced around in our mouths but soon I noticed her passion fade. I gently pulled away, reluctantly stopping our kiss.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

I kissed her on the forehead. I smiled. “Don’t, I do understand.”

She yawned which looked really cute. She blushed as she blurted, “Honestly! Your kiss wasn’t that bad.”

I chuckled as I slowly shook my head. But then I said in a serious tone, “Perhaps it’s best we do get some shut eye. I’ll sleep on the sofa, and you can have the bed.”

“Oh no, mister,” she said sternly, “the bed is big enough for the two of us. And besides I need my cuddly toy otherwise I can’t sleep.”

“Did you bring one with you then?”

“Uh huh,” she answered as she pulled me closer, “a very cute one with funny black hair.”

“My hair isn’t funny,” I replied, with a fake pout.

She ruffled my hair ferociously and said with a giggle, “Now it is.”

I moved my hands down her body, trying to find her ticklish spots, but her victorious expression told me it was a hopeless case. Slightly defeated, I raised myself from the sofa and lazily stretched my body.

Cirin stood as well and while she hugged me, she cooed, “My cuddle bear.”

I woke up because I felt a warm body draped on top of me while soft fingers were playing with the little tuft of hair on my chest. I moved a few strands of hair away that were tickling my nose.

“Good morning,” Cirin murmured relaxed, “I love to play with your hair. It’s very soothing.”

I pressed my lips on top of her head. “Morning, Cirin.”

She snuggled closer, moving her leg against my morning wood. I gasped, expecting a reaction from her but she seemed to ignore it completely. It suddenly occurred to me she had been in those situations before.

She sighed deeply. “You know. As soon as I’m changed, I’m going to enjoy your company thoroughly.”

“Oh, how so?” I asked, trying to sound innocent.

She pushed her leg hard down on my erection. “This should be in something warm and very wet.”

I groaned. She gently patted her hand on my chest. “Come let’s feed some little fish.”

Normally I would have said no because I never would’ve walked around with a boner but now a slender hand was pulling me towards the door. Within a few moments we both stepped into the lake, enjoying the comfortable warmth.

“Cirin,” I said softly as I pulled her closer to my body, “You don’t have to do this.”

With her fingertips she teased the sensitive glans. “I know, but I like to see the pleasure on your face.”

Her full blue lips had turned into a happy smile that reached her mesmerizing eyes. “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered.

She brought her face closer to mine, and I couldn’t stop myself from closing the gap to kiss her. Somehow the water was a perfect lubricant, creating a wonderful sensual experience. Her skill with her fingers was magical, bringing me to the verge of a huge climax. As if she knew exactly what I was feeling she slowed down, prolonging the divine feeling. Far back in my mind I knew she longed to be a real female again. I closed my eyes, imagining her pressing her soft breasts against me. Her sensual movements were amazingly erotic, and I was getting close to erupting.

“Come for me,” she whispered in my ear as she suddenly used her whole hand, vigorously pumping up and down. My body exploded, jerking uncontrollably as if it was the last time, I would have an orgasm.

“Good boy,” she purred as she caressed my back. “You’re so wonderful.”

My laugh sounded weak, because I was still recuperating from the onslaught I had undergone. “I’m not sure if I’m going to survive if you are a real woman.”

She nuzzled me and as she slowly moved her hand through my hair she said soothingly, “Don’t worry; I’ll spare you from death by orgasm.”

“That would be nice, thank you,” I answered with a smirk.

Her voice sounded uncertain as she said, “Paul, I’m really close.”

I saw her serious expression etched on her angelic face, understanding she’d felt something. “Close like now?”

Slowly she shook her head. “Maybe tomorrow or the day after.”

“How do you know?”

“I have sudden hunger pangs,” she said as she guided me towards the cottage. “You know, the change takes a lot of energy out of me.”

Her remark made absolute sense; growing a pair of breasts or creating any soft tissue out of nothing was mind blowing, let alone creating a reproductive organ like a complete womb. “I can imagine that. Has there been any scientific research how it works?”

“There have been some attempts,” she responded indifferently, “and nothing conclusive has been found other than a Neutaria changes into a Bishojan female.”

“That is strange.”

“What do you mean?”

“This is the most amazing metaphysical phenomenon. I don’t understand why it hasn’t been researched in detail.”

“Because it’s a well-kept secret, Paul,” she answered as we walked into the cottage. “Most of our intelligence resources monitor all media channels, the net and other news outlets, to stamp out anything which would threaten to reveal our secret.”

That piece of information was on its own mind blowing. It made me realize that I, myself, was a potential threat to the Bishojan society. “Oh shit,” I murmured.