Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Honey Moon
Title: Bobby to Bobbie
Part: 02
Keywords: Scifi, transformation, genderswap, impregnation, first,
romance





   Bobby to Bobbie

   Part 02

   By Honey Moon











   Ear pressed against a water glass held tight to the bedroom door, Wendy
laughed when she heard Bobbie's little fib about never again!  She stuck
out her hand.  "I told you!  There isn't a guy on Earth who could resist
going for a little `test drive' if he ended up in Bobbie's shoes!  Now pay
up!"



   With a sigh, Alyssa handed her daughter a fifty dollar bill.  "You win!
I thought she would hold out because it was such a traumatic change for the
poor dear!" She removed her own glass from the door.  `Let's go downstairs
before she comes out and finds us listening!"



   Wendy giggled.  "I'm just dying to ask what that injection business was
all about!" she followed her mother down the stairs.  "Don't mention it to
her though.  She's probably a little embarrassed now.  It sounded like one
hell of a big "O"!"



   Bobbie felt guilty as hell after the way her imagination had run away
from her.  "Oh jeez!" she scrubbed the towel over her body, trying hard to
avoid any sort of pleasurable sensations.  "That was gross!  Why the hell
was I thinking about a guy stickin' his cock into me!  Thank God nobody
will ever know.  If sis ever builds a mind reading machine, I'm moving to
Spain!  Better yet that colony on Mars!" She threw the robe back on and
trudged out of the bathroom.  She sat at her desk chair and wriggled a foot
into one of her sneakers.  "Dammit!  My feet even changed!  They look the
same size, but the shoe feels all wrong!  I think my feet are narrower, and
the arch is way different.  This is almost as bad as clumping around in
sis's high heels yesterday!"



   Heading down stairs, she joined her mother and sister in the kitchen. 
"Um, I, I want to apologize for all this, especially for the way I acted
leaving the hospital, and before we got into the house.  I promise I won't
yell and carry on like that any more.  I'll just wait it out until Wendy
figures out how to safely reverse me."



   Alyssa opened a cabinet.  "That's okay, sweetie.  We know you're under a
terrible amount of stress." She tried to keep the smile off of her face as
she unwrapped a small package while blocking Bobbie's view with her body.
"I'm glad to see you seem to have eased that, uh, stress somewhat."



   "Yeah, I, um, I took a bath, and uh, meditated a little bit.  I feel a
lot better now."



   "Here dear.  I want you to try something." She held out a small brown
chunk of candy.  "Open wide!"



   Bobbie did as she was told.  Her mother popped the treat into her mouth.
Bobbie chewed, and her face lit up.  "Oh wow!  This has got to be the best
chocolate I ever tasted!  You know I don't normally like it, but this is
stuff is so much better then any I've ever tried before!" she savored the
richness as she slowly, almost lovingly, chewed it into a thick warm fluid
consistency.  She closed her eyes and swallowed the thick creamy
confection, sighing contentedly as it flowed down her throat.  "What is
that, some special import from France or Switzerland or something?  I bet
it costs a fortune!  Can I have another piece please?"



   Wendy nearly doubled over laughing.  "If I didn't think it was a
complete transformation before, I sure do now!"



   Alyssa smiled.  "Sure honey.  Why don't you finish the bar?" She handed
Bobbie the rest of the regular everyday Hershey bar.  "This is from my
private stock, but I'll share with you!"



   "You're kidding, right?" Bobbie looked embarrassed, until she took
another bite.  Then she forgot her embarrassment completely!  "Thanks mom,
you're the best!  Can, uh, if this is so good, could we get some of the
really expensive stuff?  I'll pay for it!" She smiled happily and took
another bite.



   "Damn!" Wendy feigned anger.  "You bitch!  You never give me any of your
chocolate!"



   Bobbie could see her sister was kidding.  Smiling, she broke off a
chunk. "I'll share, sis!" she handed the candy over.  "I guess there are a
couple of benefits in this nightmare, after all."



   Wendy and her mother looked at each other, and tried not to laugh.  "Oh,
there are a few.  I'm sure you'll find others before I can change you
back."



   Bobbie was in for another surprise after they had a nice light lunch. 
Alyssa smiled at Bobbie's dismayed look.  "Let me guess, sweetheart.  None
of your clothes fit now, do they?"



   "Uh, no mom, nothing fits but my stupid robe!" Her face grew warm. 
"Could you get me something?  I think a few sets of sweats would do.  Extra
large shirts and baggy pants with draw string waists should do the trick.
Um, maybe make them double extra large sweat shirts." She smiled bashfully
and glanced down at her chest.  "Maybe triple!  The biggest baggiest ones
you can find!"



   Alyssa looked Bobbie over.  "Stand up, honey." When she did, Alyssa
walked around the embarrassed girl, studying her carefully.  "What do you
think, Wendy, about the same?"



   "She has us both beat in the bust, but I'd say otherwise it's a close
call.  It's a good thing she's tall enough to carry off the Shay curse!"



   "What are you guys talking about?" the girl in question shouted as her
mother grabbed her hand and began pulling her along.



   "No need for any boring old sweat clothes!" Alyssa dragged Bobbie into
her bedroom.  "I have a few nice things I can lend you right here!"



   "No, sweat clothes will be fine!" Bobbie squeaked as her mother pulled
open a drawer and began pulling out bras in many different pretty colors.
"You can't be serious!"



   "Ah ha!  Here it is!" Alyssa proudly held up a lacy snow white garment.
"I wore this after I had you, Bobbie dear.  My breasts get quite a bit
larger when they fill with milk.  It's a nursing bra, but I think 34F
should fit you just fine."



   The women soon had a protesting Bobbie out of her robe.  "Just hold
still, kiddo!" Wendy laughed as she helped their mother get the bra
situated properly.  "Good eye, mom.  I'd say 34F was just right for her!"



   "It's a nursing bra?" Bobbie gasped.  "I don't want that!  I'll do
without!"



   "Oh honey, you can't do without!" Alyssa sighed.  "Girls as well
equipped as we are need support to avoid sagging.  They ride so high and
proud now.  You don't want them to be down around your knees when you're
older, do you?"



   Wendy laughed.  "She's so, uh, perky, because it happened so fast!  Her
breasts were fully formed before they ever really experienced gravity.  You
need a bra kiddo if you want to keep `em that way!"



   "I don't plan on keeping `em!"



   "Don't worry about it being a nursing bra, kiddo." Wendy unhooked a
strap, and pulled one cup down.  "See?  It's just designed for easier
access, that's all." She tried to keep the grin off of her face.  "Mom, do
you still have any of the pads?  This isn't going to do much to hide those
big nipples without them."



   "Sorry honey.  I didn't save them." Alyssa went back and hunted up
another little something for Bobbie.  "These panties should be a good fit."



   Bobbie took the sheer little garment and blushed.  "You want me to wear
these?  They're almost transparent!"



   "Bobbie!" Wendy, hands on hips, glared at the protesting girl.  "You
were perfectly willing to wear mine last night!  What's wrong?  Is black
your signature color or something?"



   Eyes opened wide, but mouth kept firmly shut, Bobbie hurried to slip her
legs through the little white garment.  "Um, it, it is more comfortable
then my underpants." She whispered as she pulled them up over her curves.
"Those cut in and felt really awful!"



   "Good!" her mother turned to the walk in closet.  "I have something nice
for you here.  I think you'll like it." She returned in a moment with a
transparent plastic garment bag.  Inside was a black dress with tiny white
polka-dots.  This dress is vintage 1950's.  I found it at a thrift store a
while ago, and never had an occasion to wear it yet.  I want you to have
it, Bobbie."



   "Oh God, why would I want that?" she saw the disappointment in her
mother's eyes and sighed.  "I give up!  I'll try it on, but I wouldn't be
caught dead wearing it out in public!"



   "Arms up, kiddo.  Reach for the sky!" Wendy helped slip the polyester
garment over Bobbie's head.  The A-line skirt came down just past the
knees. She zipped it up the back, and gazed approvingly at the blushing
girl.  "Now give us a spin!" Bobbie did as ordered.  The skirt twirled out
very nicely!  "I like it!  The fabric has just the right stretch to make a
perfect fit over the bust, too.  The white buttons down the bodice and the
white sleeve and collar trim are such cute and sexy touches, too."



   Alyssa nodded.  "Aren't they?  I like the gather at the waist.  It
really flatters your figure and shows off the curves.  The Peter Pan collar
goes so well with your hair, honey.  Who cut it for you, anyway?  You look
lovely!"



   Bobbie looked in the mirror and was once again blushing.  She looked
like she stepped out of some old movie.  "I, I cut it myself.  I'm going to
buzz it down to a crew cut as soon as I get back upstairs!"



   "Oh no you're not!" Alyssa said firmly.  "You keep it styled like that
until Wendy changes you back!  If you don't, I won't let you have any more
chocolate!"



   "I think I'm going insane!" the young woman closed her eyes and counted
to ten.  Ten yummy Hershey kisses!  "Okay already!  I promise I won't
change my hair!  Happy now?"



   "Very!" A phone rang, and Alyssa spoke into the slender watch on her
wrist.  "Yes?  This is she.  Oh!" Her eyes lit up.  "Why Richard, I wasn't
expecting you to call until tomorrow!"



   Wendy leaned towards Bobbie and softly purred.  "Look out; I think the
cougar is on the prowl!"



   "Cut it out!  No!  Not you Richard!  My daughter is being a pest!"



   Bobbie couldn't help giggling.  "You're right, sis, she's laying it on
with the MILF again too!" she whispered softly.  "God help any poor man she
gets her claws into!"



   Alyssa cut the connection and smiled sweetly.  "I'll be going out in a
bit." She looked concerned.  "Honey, will you be okay?  I'll stay home with
you if you like."



   "Get real!" Bobbie looked away from the sexy woman in the mirror and
grinned bashfully.  "I'm over the shock now.  I'm not about to do anything
stupid before Wendy gets a chance to undo the damages!"



   "That's good to hear!" Wendy was relieved; she and Lance hadn't slept
together in nearly two weeks.  That's the prime reason she had decided to
close her lab for the weekend.  "Remember, I'm going out too."



   "Probably for the same reason mom is!" She took her sister's and
mother's hands into her own.  "I'm fine.  Honest.  You two go out and have
a great time." She giggled.  "Somebody remember to bring me back some good
chocolate though!"



   Finally alone in the house, Bobbie had time to think.  "Dammit, this is
just so unfair!" she sighed.  "If sis can't fix me in time, how will I be
able to go to the anime convention?" Everything had been planned for
months. Bobbie and Alan both had big plans of `scoring' with some hot anime
fan-girls!  They even managed to get a suite reserved for their hopefully
eventful weekend.  "Shit!  This couldn't have happened at a worse time!"



   She had to talk to Alan about it, but some simple precautions needed to
be taken first.  Bobbie retrieved the Mindscape tablet from her bedroom. 
Her slender fingers flew over the virtual keyboard.  "I don't have time to
mess with the image, but bringing the audio down a couple of octaves and
adjusting the pitch should be enough." She slipped the small ear-bug
transceiver into her ear canal.  "Testing-testing, how now, brown cow!"
Bobbie played it back a few times, smiling when she managed to bring her
girly voice back to more familiar deeper tones.  It was a simple matter to
bypass the default microphones and route the augmented audio stream back
through the phone function of the big screen.



   "Now for the image." It was crude, but a very effective solution to her
problem.  Running to the kitchen to get what she needed, Bobbie returned,
pulling a chair over to the monitor wall.  Standing on the chair, she
managed to slip the large `chip-clip' over the narrow frame of the video
monitor to cover the camera lenses.  "He won't suspect a thing now!" she
laughed, dragging the chair back to the dining room.  "I'll just tell him
Wendy needed the cameras for some project or other.  It wouldn't be the
first time!"



   "Wall, dial Alan." She stated clearly.  The call initiated.



   "Hello?" Bob, is that you?  You're not sending an image."



   "Yeah, it's me." She couldn't help smiling.  It just made her feel
better to see the life size image of her best friend.  "Mom and sis both
went out."



   "You want me to come over?"



   "No!  I, I mean, no, that's okay.  I'm grounded, and was warned I had
better stick to the rules."



   "Too bad." Alan suddenly frowned.  "What about the convention?  When are
you getting off the hook?  It's only two weeks away."



   Bobbie sighed, and fiddled with a button on her dress.  "That's what I
wanted to talk to you about.  I don't know if I can go or not." Even though
Alan couldn't see her, she felt very self conscience talking to her friend
while wearing a pretty dress.  Fumbling a bit, she managed to unzip it and
pull the garment up over her head.  She draped it over the back of the
sofa, and sat down.  "There's a real chance I'll have to skip it this
year."



   "Dude!  I was counting on you!  You're my wing man!" Alan ran his hands
through his short cropped red hair.  "You have to do whatever it takes to
get Wendy to forgive you!"



   Unnoticed by Bobbie, the clip slowly began to shift on the smooth
rounded frame to the wall mounted display screen.  "I'll try." She sighed
"Things may be up to chance though." Chance was right.  With a soft little
snap, the clip suddenly popped off, and managed to balance itself
precariously on top of the frame, no longer blocking the lenses.  If it had
fallen to the floor, Bobbie surely would have noticed the click of it
hitting the hard wood floor.



   Alan looked startled.  "What the hell?"



   "What's wrong?" Bobbie leaned back, stretching luxuriously.  The cool
leather of the sofa felt nice against her skin.  She wriggled and sighed
contentedly as she pulled her legs up under her.  Wow!  She seemed to be
much more limber and flexible.  She sat in her bra and panties, legs tucked
comfortably under her, and wondered why Alan looked so strange all of the
sudden.  "Are you okay?  You look like you've seen a ghost or something."



   "I, I'm fine." He gasped.  "H-How are you doing?  Any, any side
effects?"



   Bobbie cupped her breasts and blushed.  "Um, just a few.  Nothing
serious." She began fiddling with one of the straps of the nursing bra. 
She pulled the left cup down and shook her head at how stupidly large her
nipple looked.  "No, I'm fine.  I'll be back to my old self before you know
it."



   Alan gasped.  "Did you, uh, pick up any super powers?" he asked huskily.



   "What the hell are you talking about?" She pulled the cup back up and
fastened the strap.  She stood up, and gave her panties a slight
adjustment. "Why the hell would I have super powers?"



   "I don't know." He suddenly gave her one of his patented lecherous
looks. "There must be some kind of power, because you managed to make
something soft turn really hard!"



   "What the hell are you talking about?" she glanced up, and saw the clip
balanced up on top of the frame.  The lenses glinted at her mockingly, as
her heart seemed to turn upside down!  "Hang up!" she screamed.  "Cut the
link!" The screen went blank.  Bobbie choked back a sob as she just stared
at the stupid plastic device that had betrayed her.



   "Oh my God!  Alan saw me!  Oh fucking Hell!  Now he knows!" she grabbed
up the dress and slithered back into it.  This time she welcomed wearing
the vintage garment!  She'd welcome anything that covered her skin!  "Oh
holy shit!  Alan saw me like this!" her face went red.  "I'll tell him that
Bobbie made me dress up like that as punishment!  No!  What am I thinking?
I, I flashed a tit at him in glorious 3D!  There's no way he'd believe he
only saw foam padding!"



   Bobbie felt like running off in all directions at once.  In the end, she
just stood in the living room and trembled.  In less then five minutes,
there was an insistent knocking on the door.  "Open up Bob!" Alan pounded
again.  "Come on!  You gotta let me in after what you just showed me!  Be a
friend!  Let me in and tell me what's going on!"



   "Okay!  I'll open the door on one condition!" Bobbie gulped nervously.
She well knew her friend's taste in girls.  After all, they had shared many
a porno file back and forth.  She now possessed a couple things he'd be
just dying to fondle!  "You are not to touch me in any way!  If you lay as
much as one finger on me, I'll beat the living snot out of you!  Got it?"



   "Oh wow!  Bob, you're voice changed too?  Damn, you sound sexy!"



   Bobbie clapped her hands to her head in exasperation.  "Of course my
voice also changed!  My stupid larynx and vocal chords shrunk!  I had to
augment the audio feed to bring my voice back down to normal!  Now answer
me!  Do you accept my condition?"



   "What kind of sicko do you think I am?" Alan sounded hurt.  "Why would I
touch another guy?"



   She took a deep breath and opened the door.  "Remember; keep your hands
to yourself!"



   Alan stepped in and eyed his friend.  A low whistle escaped his lips. 
He stared at Bobbie's face, noting the subtitle differences that had made a
good looking guy into a very pretty woman.  It didn't take long for his
eyes to drop a few inches though.  "Well, one thing is perfectly clear."



   Bobbie's guard went up.  "What's that?" She asked through clenched
teeth.



   "There's no mistaking it.  You're a mammal." He grinned.  "Nice dress,
by the way."



   Opening her mouth to protest, Bobbie suddenly found herself laughing. 
"Shut up, asshole!  This is mom's dress.  Nothing of mine fits any more!"



   "So what on Earth happened?"



   Bobbie explained about the secondary DNA source confusing the system and
rewriting her genetic code.  "I'm just glad I didn't wake up with a fly
head or something." she sighed.  "According to Wendy and her doctor
boyfriend, I'm absolutely perfectly healthy.  I'm just a perfectly healthy
girl."



   `I told you I should have sniffed the panties first!  I would have
noticed Wendy's pubic hair and kept it for myself!" The young man suddenly
looked queasy for a moment.  "Wait a minute.  I, I guess that means you,
uh, can't write your name in the snow any more."



   Bobbie thought she had adjusted to the situation, but tears filled her
eyes anyway at the mention of that most personal loss.  She didn't even pay
any attention to Alan's crude hair comment!  "It's all gone!" she gasped.
"Sis will fix it though!" she shouted.  "I'll get my junk back!  She said
it would just take some time to do it safely!"



   "I'm sorry, Bob." Alan didn't know what to do.  He had never seen his
friend cry before.  "I'm sure Wendy will do it.  She can do anything!"



   "Don't mind me." Bobbie smiled nervously while wiping her eyes.  "It
must be a hormonal thing.  I keep crying ever since I woke up today."



   Alan tried mightily to keep from staring at his best friend's huge rack.
"What's the problem about going to the convention though, Bob?" He smiled.
"You'd be a hit if you go in cosplay." He warmed to the subject.  "Hell,
I'd bet girls would be really into me if they see me hanging around with a
smokin' hot chick!  Yeah, this can work out!  I bet I get plenty of the ol'
`steal him away from the girlfriend' action going on!"



   Her eyes opened wide.  Smokin' hot?  Part of her was infuriated, but her
face felt warm, and her heart did a funny little fluttery jump in her
chest. She tried to clear her mind.  "Me, in cosplay?  You just may have
something there." She gathered her courage.  "Come on.  I need some
clothes, and I really have to get used to being seen in public if I want to
go to the Con.  You're taking me to the mall.  Just let me find a pair of
shoes that feel comfortable, and we can get rolling."



   Once again the duo was seated in the little pink Smart car.  This time
Alan was driving.  He couldn't help a little grin At Bob's obvious
embarrassment.  "I said I believe you." He assured once again.  "I
understand that the arch would feel wrong in all your own shoes.  It's
just, why did you pick those?"



   Blushing prettily, Bobbie glance down at her feet.  "The only sneakers I
could find in Sis's closet were all worn and dirty looking.  I'm not sure,
but I think the red heels I swiped from her last night were incinerated at
the hospital.  At least she had some socks I could borrow for tonight.  I
found the shoes in mom's closet.  I think she may have bought them to go
with this dress.  They were brand new and still in the box." She gave a
little nervous giggle.  "They're called Mary Jane pumps, and they fit
perfectly.  They really are pretty comfortable, too."



   Alan didn't dare admit he thought the gleaming black shoes looked kinda
sexy on his friend's feet over those little white ankle socks with the
rolled down cuffs.  "Uh, that's what's important, I guess." He tried not
to, but the words just tumbled out.  "But what about the purse?"



   Bobbie gripped the little black bag tighter.  "I only grabbed it because
this stupid dress doesn't have any pockets!  I needed something to carry my
net-watch, keys and money in.  Thank God my ATM card doesn't have my
picture on it!" she sighed "I couldn't wear the watch; It would look too
anachronistic with the dress.  Besides, the purse matches the shoes
perfectly!  I think mom must have meant this to be a complete outfit."



   Alan laughed.  "Does the carpet match the drapes?" He regretted it in an
instant when he found out his friend still knew how to throw a punch!  He
pulled the car into a parking place and rubbed his sore shoulder.  "Sorry!
I was just trying to be myself here!"



   Bobbie threw open the car door and stormed towards the mall entrance. 
She would have thought Alan's comment funny at any other time.  Now it hit
just a little too close for comfort!  She felt herself blushing again. 
What would he think if he knew she didn't have any `carpet' due to her
depilatory treatment for the swim team?  For some reason the transformation
hadn't made any of the removed pubic hair grow back.  Not only was all the
once proud male equipment missing, she was also still bald as an egg down
there!



   "Look, I said I was sorry!" Alan caught up just in time to hold the door
for Bobbie.  "I know you're going through a lot, but this is weird for me
too!"



   "Oh, okay." She gave him a crooked smile.  "Let's just blame it on
hormones and forget it."



   "Who's, yours or mine?" She shot him a warning look.  "Sorry!"



   They walked through the mall and Bobbie noticed something right away. 
Every male eye seemed to be glued on her!  She did her best to ignore it
and stare straight ahead, but there was no doubting it.  "Everyone is
staring!" she hissed, as one guy even turned around to walk backwards on
the escalator just to keep her passing form in view for a few precious
seconds longer.  No, it wasn't just the guys.  If a girl was with their
boyfriend or husband, Bobbie could sense their icy displeasure when that
guy ignored them to stare as she walked by.  "Damn!  Mom and sis have to
put up with this all the time?  It's no wonder sis hired Mr.  Michaels for
her night security." she whispered to Alan when yet another guy locked his
eyes onto her `charms'.  She stopped and spun around when she noticed he
was no longer at her side.  "Oh God, you too?"



   Alan took longer to notice the attention on his friend, as he kept
sneaking peeks at Bobbie's unexpectedly delightful protuberances himself.
It made him feel ten feet tall to be seen walking with such a fantastic
girl, even if it was only Bob!  He had even held back a little, dropping
behind so he could, well, watch Bobbie's behind.  Was it intentional, or
was it the rewritten DNA that gave his buddy's ass such a mesmerizing
wiggle?  He almost walked right into her when she suddenly faced him.  "Um,
it's the dress." He said quickly, fighting down his embarrassment over
being caught checking out his best friend's ass.  "I hate to say it, but
you look really good in it!  Every guy that sees you thinks so too!"



   "Yeah, I bet." She sighed.  "Please try not to trip over your tongue
while we're here, okay?"



   Bobbie decided to start from the bottom outward.  It took some little
effort of will to calmly walk into Victoria's Secret and begin to browse
around.  In a few moments she hit a snag while looking through the bras. 
"Where are they?" she whispered angrily.  She found a saleswoman and
received an embarrassing shock.



   "I'm sorry, Miss." The woman had said with a synthetic smile on her
face. "We rarely have any call to stock items in your cup size.  We can
special order something if you like."



   "What good does that do me now?" she lowered her voice.  "I, um, uh, I
mean, the airline lost all my luggage.  I'm wearing everything I own!"



   The woman's grin grew.  "You might want to try the maternity store on
the lower level.  They may have a few plus size items in stock."



   She tried hard to hold her temper, but the woman's smug look really
burned Bobbie up!  Her eyes closed to slits a she eyed the rail thin
woman's almost nonexistent assets.  "You're so lucky not to have this
problem.  It must be nice not to need a bra." Bobbie smiled innocently when
the woman's condescending smirk instantly vanished to be replaced by a
hostile glare.  "Thanks for the advice though Olive Oyl!"



   "Holy shit!" Alan gasped as the left the store.  "Me-ow!  Bob, I thought
you were going to start a cat-fight!"



   "Oh shut up!" a vicious little smile flitted briefly across her lips. 
"That bitch deserved it!  Guys shouldn't hit girls, but I seem to have
changed teams.  I should have decked her for trying to make it sound like I
was fat!" she placed a hand on her trim flat stomach.  "It's only the top
and the bottom that grew!  All the hours I spend swimming laps keep me in
great shape!"



   Alan made a strange gasping sound.  "Um, yeah.  Anyone can see that."
Anyone could!  He began trying to concentrate on baseball.  It was
beginning to get really uncomfortable walking around with Bob giving him a
serious boner!



   Thankfully, the woman in the maternity shop was much nicer.  Maybe a
little too nice.  "What a darling dress.  It looks lovely on you!" her
smile was genuinely warm and friendly.  "When are you due, dear?"



   Once again Bobbie felt her face grow warm.  "Uh, thanks!  Um, due, Me?
Oh no!  No due dates here!" she protested "I, um, I'm just having a bit of
trouble finding things in, um, my size." Her voice dropped to a
conspiratorial whisper.  "I'm a 34F and I need something right away!" she
gave the same lame lost luggage story.



   "Then this is your lucky day!  I'm having a clearance sale on special
order items that were never picked up.  I think I may have a few things
you'll like back in the store room."



   Bobbie waited while the woman went to check.  She watched for a moment
as Alan slowly inched his way back towards the exit into the mall.  "Where
do you think you're going?" she called impatiently.  Hands on hips, she
went on.  "It's all your fault I'm in this mess!  The least you can do is
stay with me while I get a few things I can be comfortable in!"



   Of course she meant it was Alan's fault for not switching in the
bio-filter, or clearing the image buffer.  People passing by had no way of
knowing this though.  All they knew was that an exceptionally sexy young
woman was shouting at her boyfriend and blaming him for her need to buy
maternity clothing.  Several men looked at Alan with obvious envy burning
in their eyes.  Alan silently thanked God that nobody he knew was passing.
"Quit it!" he hissed.  "You're making a scene!"



   "Well, just keep me company!  This is embarrassing!"



   "You're telling me!"



   The saleswoman returned.  "I was right.  Mostly what I have is nursing
bras, but I do have several very pretty under-wire support bras in 34F."



   "I'll take'em!"



   "Wouldn't you like to try them on first?"



   "I can?  Uh, I mean, of course!" Nervously, she handed Alan her purse.
"Hold this, okay?  I won't be long."



   Alan felt kinda awkward standing in a maternity clothing store while
trying to hold a purse in the most masculine way he could manage.  It made
him feel better to see that he wasn't the only guy in this situation.  He
tried his best to keep from dwelling on one simple fact.  To try on a bra,
Bob would have to remove what he, uh, she was wearing!  His friend would be
wearing nothing but panties back there!  He started defensively holding the
purse directly in front of his straining jeans.  Bob's sense of time must
have also been altered when he went through the machine.  It seemed like an
eternity before he saw his friend return from the fitting rooms.



   "I'll take these." Bobbie smiled shyly.  The four garments she had
picked were rather sexier then the nursing bra she was currently wearing.



   The saleswoman started ringing up the order.  "Two Panache SuperBras, in
black and nude." She went on with the next ones.  "Oh, these Tatiana's are
very pretty in the red and emerald green." She finished ringing them all
up. "I do have the matching lace boy-leg briefs for the Tatiana's." she
gazed at Bobbie's firm bottom.  "I think they'll fit you perfectly!  You'll
look stunning, dear!"



   Bobbie blushed.  "Um, I was just going to steal my mom's panties, but,
uh, okay!"



   "That will be one hundred and twenty-three dollars."



   Bobbie's mouth dropped open.  She had just bought a six pack of good old
Hanes tightie-whities last week at Smarty-Mart for ten bucks!  "One hundred
and twenty three?" she asked softly.



   "Oh, I'm sorry!  I forgot to take off the clearance discount." She waved
her hand over the virtual keyboard.  "Twenty-five percent off makes it
ninety-two dollars and twenty five cents."



   "I don't think I have quite enough in my account." She said hesitantly.
"Maybe, maybe I'll just get one bra.  Which one is the cheapest?"



   Alan heard the exchange and saw red.  No, he wasn't angry.  He saw the
sexy red lace and something went `sizzle' deep in his brain, or maybe it
was an organ a bit lower on his anatomy.  "I got it!" he announced, while
digging wallet out of hip pocket.  "I'll pay!"



   "You will?" Bobbie was stunned.  Alan was a serious cheapskate!  She
couldn't remember how many times he had bummed cash to buy a burger or
something in the time she had known him.  "Uh, thanks Alan.  I appreciate
it."



   They walked back out into the mall, with Alan carrying the bag
emblazoned `Motherhood Maternity" and feeling oddly proud any time someone
glanced at it.  "Let's go get something to eat." He said hopefully as they
passed the food court.



   "Not yet!  I need to see about getting jeans that fit."



   Alan sighed and followed along.  He waited as Bobbie tried on pair after
pair, and thoughts of his empty stomach actually helped ease the raging
problem within the confines of his own snug fitting pants.



   This was much less embarrassing.  Bobbie didn't even have to take off
her dress.  Still, she didn't know much about female sizes and stuff, and
went through a lot of trial and error before finding something that even
remotely felt comfortable.  "These don't look too tight, do they?" she
asked as she stepped out of the fitting room.



   Alan gulped as Bob lifted the hem of the dress, pulling it up high
enough to expose the waist of the low rider jeans, and quite a bit of
slender tummy, too.  The room felt awfully hot as he gazed at what had to
be the cutest belly button he had ever seen.  "Uh, I, I guess they're
okay."



   "I know my hips are wide enough to prevent it, but I can't help thinking
they're going to slip down and show my butt-crack.  I can't find any that
feel better though.  I hope a belt will help."



   Bobbie turned around and displayed how lovingly and snugly the denim
hugged the curves of her bottom, not realizing she was letting everyone
also see a tantalizing bit of her snow white panties in the bargain.  "What
do you think?  Should I get them?"



   Alan nodded dumbly, and was shocked to hear several of his fellow purse
clutching fraternity shout out in unison "YES!"



   With that decided, Bobbie turned towards attempting to pick out a couple
tee shirts.  They had a few with Anime related pictures, and she stuck with
those.  With a sigh, she finally picked one.  It fit her rather snugly
across her chest, but it was probably the best she could do on such short
notice.  Besides, it featured her all time favorite anime!  She stepped
back out to ask the sale's girl's opinion.



   When he saw Bobbie wearing the "Battling Princess Rio" tee shirt the
room really did feel warmer.  It fit her damn close to skin tight across
the breasts, making the title logo nearly leap out at you!  Still, there
was enough `stretch' to the material to let it cling favorably and display
her slender waist.  There was a gap of nearly three inches between the
bottom of the shirt, and the top of those wicked jeans she was still
wearing.  It was a retro look making its way back into female fashion from
nearly twenty years ago, much to Alan's approval.  There was no choice!  He
couldn't hold back!  Heart pounding, he whipped it out!  Once again he
pulled his wallet out and paid for Bobbie's selections.



   "This should do until Wendy can change me back." Bobbie smiled at Alan
over her iced coffee.  Coffee laced with delectable chocolate!  "You didn't
have to pay for everything, but thanks a whole lot!  How was I to know
girl's clothes cost so much more then guys?  I just don't want to spend the
next few weeks only able to wear mom's dresses."



   "No problem." Alan muttered, while contemplating dumping his ice cold
cola onto his lap in an effort to ease his tensions.  "You, uh, you'd do
the same for me."



   She grabbed his hand and shook it across the table.  "You're a good
friend, Alan.  Thanks!" She looked startled and quickly released his hand.
Had Alan also felt that strange but pleasing almost electrical jolt?  She
absentmindedly fiddled with one of the tiny decorative buttons on the front
of her dress, but let her hand drop when she saw Alan's eyes closely
watching.  "Um, I'm up here." She reminded with a heavy sigh.



   Alan shook his head.  "I'm trying!" he smiled.  "You can't really blame
me though.  Blame Wendy for making you so damn hot!"



   Shit!  Once again a burst of warmth filled her when Alan said she was
hot.  Why the hell was she enjoying the idea that he thought she looked
good?  "Let's get out of here." She announced.  "I want to raid Wendy's
closet again before she comes home.  I bet I can get a couple more things
that I can wear.  Maybe even a sweater or something at least."



   Alan couldn't help it when images of Bob wearing a skin tight sweater
over those wonderful twin peaks filtered through his fevered mind.  That
was something he'd pay serious money to see.  He thought of his depleted
wallet and sighed.  Wait a minute!  Perhaps he already did!  A grin slowly
spread over his face.  "Okay, let's get go!"



   Bobbie was quiet most of the ride home.  "Alan?" she finally whispered,
breaking the silence.  "I'm just going to tell mom and sis that I went to
the mall by myself." She blushed.  "They might misunderstand and, um" she
gulped "think we went out on a date or something."



   He gripped the steering wheel tighter.  Was this a date?  He had hung
out with Bob since they were both five years old.  Today had felt totally
different!  Did he and Bob just have their very first date?  It had
certainly felt like one.  "Yeah, alright." He said gruffly as he pulled
into the Shay family driveway.  "I won't say a word."



   They entered the house, Alan carrying the clothes he had purchased.  It
was now or never, before he lost his nerve!  "Listen, Bob.  Um, since I
paid for everything, how about modeling for me, just so I can see if it
looks right on you."



   "You saw me in the tee shirt and jeans." She reminded, as she looked
through the bags.  "Quit talking crazy!"



   Alan grasped the nettle tightly.  "I didn't see you as `The Woman in
Red"!"



   She gasped.  "And you're not going to!"



   "Come on Bob!  I just want a quick peek!" he sighed dramatically and
played his trump card.  "I'm broke now!  I just want a tiny little glimpse
so I know exactly what I paid for!  If it was me, I'd let you see!"



   Her heart pounded.  Bobbie felt her face flush, and opened her mouth to
really let Alan have it!  "Just for a second." She ended up whispering. 
Some tiny part of her wanted Alan to see!  "I'll let you see me in the red
underwear for approximately one second!  Then I'm getting right back into
this damn dress!  Understand me?"



   Alan sat on the sofa, and slipped his hands under his butt.  "I won't
move a muscle!  I promise!"



   She didn't trust herself to speak.  Bobbie gathered up her bags and
nearly flew up the stairs!  "It has to be hormones or something!" she
muttered while slithering out of the dress.  Why else would I want him to
see me parading around in girly underwear?" She pulled off the cute little
shoes and slipped the socks off of her feet.



   "We'll probably laugh about this after Wendy changes me back!" She slid
the white panties down her shapely legs and replaced them with the lacy
boy-leg red panties.  "Hey, these aren't bad!" she said in surprise.  They
fit better then tighty-whities, anyway!" Practice in the dressing room made
her able to swiftly shrug out of the nursing bra.  Once into the racy red
one, she couldn't help glancing at herself in the mirror.  A flush of
warmth spread once again between her legs.  "Oh hell.  I'm sexy!  Maybe I
better not go downstairs!" Taking a deep breath, she ignored her own good
advice.



   Alan waited impatiently for his private underwear model show.  He sat up
straighter when he saw Bob's feet slowly coming down the stairs.  More and
more of her became visible, until he gasped when he saw the red panties. 
"Alan, don't you dare laugh!" she cautioned softly as she continued to
slowly advance.  There was no way he was going to laugh.  Alan found he
could barely breathe!



   Bobbie finally stood before him in the living room.  "What do you
think?" she breathed a she slowly turned.  "Was it worth the money?"



   "Oh hell yeah!" he answered with more feeling then he had meant to.  "I,
I mean, uh, you look great!" he fidgeted on the sofa, suddenly wishing he
wasn't confined by snugly fitting denim.  "Um, what I should say is, oh
shit!  Bob, I think you're hotter then Wendy!  You should be in Playboy!"



   Hotter then Wendy?  Bobbie knew that Alan nearly worshiped the ground
his sister walked on.  He knew it wasn't in the cards, but often and
graphically admitted his dreams of having Wendy all to himself.  Now he was
saying she was hotter?  Bobbie thought she should be mad, but only felt a
burning feeling of pride!  `Okay, that's long enough." She said primly,
trying not to notice the big lump straining in Alan's lap.  "Do, uh, do you
want to see the green now?"



   "Red's my favorite color!" Alan blushed.  "Bob, um, I'm sorry, but, I, I
think I better go into the bathroom for a couple of minutes."



   Oh God, oh God, oh God!  Bobbie nearly fainted.  Alan had just almost
come right out and said he wanted to `rub one off'!  She was affecting him
that strongly?  A strange feeling washed over her.  A feeling of power! 
Bobbie used many nights of viewing porn and naked pictures to strike what
she thought was a sexy pose.  She nailed it!  Shifting one leg slightly,
she put a hand on her hip.  The other she raised towards her face. 
"Really?" she asked innocently, while placing the tip of her thumb against
her lips, and gently extending her tongue to lick it.



   Alan moaned.  "Yeah, um, unless you want me to, uh, stay here?"



   Her mind was spinning.  This was just so wrong, but for some reason she
was enjoying Alan's obvious distress at having an erection over her.  She
shook her head.  "You can open your pants if you want, but remember.  You
aren't allowed to touch me!  Another thing.  Once I change back to normal,
we will never mention this, ever!  Understand?  It never happened!"



   He just nodded as he scrambled to open his belt and unbutton his fly. 
"Got it!  No touching, no talking!  I'll just think of it as a dream
sequence!" he let out a little whimper.  "Can I at least touch myself?"



   Leather sofa and hardwood floor meant no worry about stains.  Bobbie
giggled.  "Only if you swear to clean up afterward!  I don't want to touch
another guy's gunk!"



   Alan placed a hand on his heart.  "I swear it!  I'll clean up!"



   Her breasts rose as she took a deep breath.  "You, um, you can take your
pants completely off if you like." She whispered.



   He stood and frantically kicked off his shoes.  Hopping on one foot,
Alan struggled out of his jeans and boxers.  "I'm hard as a rock." He
gasped as he sat back down, wearing nothing but a shirt and a smile.



   Bobbie's eyes nearly popped out of her head.  "Shit!  Alan, you're
bigger then I am, um, was." She stared at his quivering penis.  It looked
to be at least a full foot long!  "If you didn't act like such a dork all
the time, you wouldn't be able to keep the girls off of it!"



   "Hey!  Who the hell are you calling a dork?" She hadn't intended it to,
but the remark angered him.  "I never saw you running around with any hot
girls!"



   "Um, I'm sorry!" Bobbie didn't want to get Alan upset with her.  She
needed a friend if she was going to get through this!  That's why she hit
upon a drastic way to make him forget her catty comment.  Slowly, while
watching his face carefully, Bobbie shrugged out of her brand new bra.



   Alan's cock gave a jerk, and a drop of shimmering fluid dripped to
splatter on the hard wood floor.  His anger vanished like a soap bubble! 
"Oh Bob!" he gasped, while his eyes feasted on the glorious vision of
feminine beauty his childhood buddy had become!  "Please?  Bob, c-can you
take off the panties?" He shoved his hands back under his butt.  "See?  I'm
following the rules!"



   "Um, well, okay.  But just for a second!" Slipping her thumbs under the
elastic of the waist, she slowly eased them down her legs.  "What do you
think?" she asked coyly, when she let the panties drop to her ankles.



   He let out a moan.  "Oh God, no hair!" He gulped.  "I love that!  You
know I love pictures of bald beavers!  Bob, don't take this the wrong way,
but, you, you're gorgeous!  I'm sorry, but you have about the sexiest body
I have ever seen anywhere, even on the net!" His breathing was getting a
little ragged.  "Please?  Can't I just touch your breasts?  You can kill me
if I try anything else!  Just for the sake of our friendship, please let me
feel them!"



   She was blushing from head to toe.  "Swear it!" she gasped.  "Swear to
me right now that you will only touch my, my b-breasts, and nothing else?"



   "I swear!" he breathed.  "I swear to God I won't try anything!"



   Bobbie gracefully sank to the floor and clutched the panties around her
ankles.  She slowly stood and pulled them back up.  She was beginning to
think of the light lacy garment as a force field.  She had to keep it in
place between her and that huge cock at all costs, even though she felt as
if the penis was drawing her near with some magnetic energy of its own! 
"Okay!  I, I'll let you do something, but it won't be sex!  You will not
fuck me!  I'm still a guy, so I can't ever let anyone do that!  I'm staying
a virgin until I turn back into a dude, understand?"



   Alan nodded vigorously.  "You know you can trust me!  I'll do anything
you say!"



   `Wait here!" she ran to the kitchen, and returned with something wrapped
in a dish towel.  "Grab your shoes and pants.  Mom and sis won't be home
until late, but I don't want the slightest risk of being caught!  We have
to go upstairs!" Alan leapt to his feet and followed his best friend, penis
bouncing with each step as they hastened up the stairs.



   Bobbie tore the sheets from her bed and wrapped one around her waist. 
"Below this sheet is off limits!  You will not even try to get at my, uh,
my p-pussy!" She unwrapped the towel from the mysterious object and handed
it to him.  "Use this!" she said as she climbed onto the bare mattress. 
Smiling up at him, she made herself comfortable.  "Go ahead.  You said you
wanted to touch.  Massage that on `em!"



   Alan looked at the bottle in his hand.  "Bertolli Extra Virgin Olive
Oil?" he couldn't help a grin.  "That will make them awfully slippery!"



   She blushed.  "That's the idea, stupid!"



   "I want to touch them before I slop them up!" He put down the bottle. 
Gently, he placed both hands against her heaving breasts.  "Oh God, they're
perfect!"



   Bobbie moaned when he gingerly began to knead the flesh beneath his
fingers.  All sorts of confusing signals raced through her mind.  Was this
right?  Why was she letting her best friend feel her up like this?  Did it
count as being gay?  Would he really do the same for her if the situation
was reversed?  What would happen to their friendship when she returned to
normal?  None of these random thoughts prevented her from enjoying his
gentle touch.  She let out a little squeal when he tweaked her engorged
nipples.



   "Did I hurt you?" he asked softly.



   ""No, just be gentle with them, okay?  They're really sensitive!"



   Alan had such a happy dopy look on his face as he once again tweaked
those wonderful nipples.  Bobbie thought he looked like a little kid on
Christmas morning, playing with the toys he had longed for all year.  "I
gotta try!" he whispered huskily.  Picking up the Bertolli bottle, he
snapped the seal and twisted off the cap.  The fluid glistened as he poured
some into the glorious valley between those awesome peaks.



   A shiver ran up and down Bobbie's back as the cool liquid touched her
warm skin.  The two friends just stared at each other for several minutes.
She gave a tiny nod.  "Remember" she whispered as he straddled her torso
with his legs.  "After I turn back, this never happened.  Okay?"



   "Bob, you, you're the best friend I ever had!" Scooting a little
forward, Alan pushed his throbbing erection between the oiled breasts. 
"Damn!" he gasped, as he popped upwards.  He stuffed his cock back into the
heavenly warmth, but once again he escaped the slippery grip.  "Bob, mash
them together!" he begged.  "Please!"



   "I've got you." She breathed cupping her firm orbs and squeezing the
warm flesh together to help trap his cock between.  "How's that?"



   "Good!  It's real fucking good!" Alan rocked forward, his cock gliding
smoothly in the tight greasy channel.



   Alan's eyes were wide with wonder as he threw himself into fucking his
buddy's breasts with wild abandon.  Bobbie felt the heat growing between
her legs.  She was positively soaked down there!  Dammit!  She couldn't do
anything about it now while holding onto her quivering jostling tits! 
Alan's penis was long enough that the head kept peeking out with every
thrust.  Each time it appeared, she would go nearly cross-eyed trying to
stare at it.



   Bobbie had a secret.  It was buried so deep in her mind that she wasn't
even really consciously aware of it.  The master memory core of her tablet
held thousands of blow-job images and movies.  That wasn't a secret.  Alan
shared many the same files with his friend.  The secret was very subtle. 
Sometimes, late at night, a tiny quiet corner of Bobbie's mind would wonder
what it would be like to give a blow-job to a guy, not receive one from a
pretty girl.  Those thoughts came boiling to the surface now that a penis
was mere inches from her face!  It wouldn't be gay now, would it?  This was
like a once in a lifetime opportunity!  If she were to try, would Alan
think she was gay?  The confused young woman craned her neck.  On Alan's
next thrust, the slippery head of his cock bumped full pouting lips!



   Alan froze.  Very slowly, he pulled back.  A silvery string of viscous
fluid stretched from the head of his cock to Bob's lips.  "What are y-you
doing?" he stammered, watching mesmerized as that little string broke.



   "Alan, would you think it wrong?  I, I mean, maybe we could, just this
one time?" she closed her eyes tight and just blurted it out.  "You can put
it in my mouth if you want!" The bed shifted and Alan was no longer astride
her.  Oh God, what had she done?  Now Alan thought she was a homosexual! 
"I'm sorry!" she cried.  "I, I was just kidding!" She opened her eyes,
expecting to see Alan struggling into his pants.  Her fears calmed when she
saw him sitting in her desk chair.



   "Bob, you have to tell me!" His eyes begged.  "Please dear God, tell me
you weren't joking!"



   The obvious need on his face made Bobbie's heart melt.  "Well, if you
really want me to." She tried to compose herself as she sat up.  "This
doesn't count as gay if I'm a girl while I do it!  Nobody would ever think
that, would they?"



   "Oh course not!" Alan shouted.  He was ready to agree with anything, if
it would mean his cock going between those luscious lips!  "You'd have to
be an ass-hole to think that!"



   Bobbie nearly fell as she tried to extract herself from the virginity
protecting safety of the sheet wrapped around her.  She hurried over and
sank gracefully to her knees between Alan's wide spread legs.  She stared
at the glistening penis for a little while, trying to push the nervousness
from her mind.



   "It is big, isn't it?" she whispered as her hand gingerly grasped the
engorged member.  Her hand gave an experimental stroke.  A bead of fluid
emerged to quiver and shimmer at the opening of his pee-slit.  Body
trembling, Bobbie leaned in close.  She gathered the precious drop with the
tip of her tongue.  The flavor of the olive oil coating his penis didn't
prevent her from noticing the zesty salty tang of Alan's emissions.  "It
tastes like mine, um; I mean it tastes kinda good."



   "You've tasted your own stuff?" he asked in shock.  "That's nasty!"



   She glared up at him.  "If it's so nasty, maybe I should stop right
now!"



   "No, wait!" Alan gulped.  "I, I tasted my junk before!  Once I unloaded
into my hand just as my mother came over to my apartment to check up on me.
I licked it off my palm and yanked up my pants so I could open the door!"



   "Good!  So you don't think I'm nasty, right?"



   "Hell no!  Please Bob; you can't change your mind now!"



   She had no intentions of changing her mind!  Leaning forward again, she
opened her mouth and took the head into the "O" formed by her lips.  An
electric thrill of excitement charged through her body.  There was a penis
in her mouth!  Her lips were wrapped around her best friend's dick!  It was
so nasty and disgusting!  It was also so very wonderful!  She flicked her
tongue against the swollen head, and Alan's moan filled her ears.  Very
slowly and carefully, she eased forward.  More and more of the shaft pushed
into her mouth.  Bobbie nearly gagged when the head touched the back of her
throat.  She eased back, and moved her tongue against the underside of the
thick intruder in her mouth.



   Alan thought his mind would explode when Bob went down on him!  He
pushed thoughts of his buddy really being a dude out of his mind, and
enjoyed the fantastic pleasure of having his cock sucked by a pretty girl!
"Oh God, Bob, this feels so good!" he gasped when she began to try moving a
little on his shaft.  `It feels better then I ever dreamed it would!"





   If her mouth wasn't so full, Bobbie would have laughed at Alan's joy
with her oral ministrations.  Hoping he wouldn't notice, she slipped a hand
down the front of her brand new panties.  She moaned around his cock when
her fingers touched her soaked lips.  Bobbie teased herself, fingers
flying, while she did her very best to imitate the blow-jobs she had
watched on the net!



   Alan was in heaven!  He was getting his very first blow-job from the
most beautiful girl he had ever seen!  It somehow didn't matter that this
gorgeous girl used to be a guy!  He groaned.  A blow-job from a girl that
was playing with herself!  Bob was really getting into this!  He lost
control of himself as his orgasm unleashed, and forgot the rule.  He lifted
his hands and touched Bob's head.  No, he didn't just touch!  He put his
hands on the back of her head, and pulled her closer!



   Bobbie made a strange gasping grunt when suddenly Alan forced her to
take his cock into her throat!  Her nose was pressed tight against his firm
stomach muscles!  She panicked when the massive shaft began to throb and
jerk.  He was cumming!  He was cumming right down her throat directly into
her stomach!  She couldn't breathe!  Hand out of her panties, she pushed
against the chair and managed to free herself.  He was nearly finished by
that time.  The last couple of spurts adorned her gasping choking face as
she fought to catch her breath!  `You almost killed me!" she gasped after
swallowing the fluid that had managed to enter her mouth.



   "Oh shit!  Bob, I'm sorry!  I didn't mean to do that!"



   She gave him a rueful grin as her face dripped.  "It's okay.  I'm
alright." Bobbie smiled proudly.  "How was it?"



   Alan grinned.  "It was fantastic!" He didn't know when to leave well
enough alone.  "It was worth all that money I spent on you tonight!"



   "What?" she glared at him.  "How could you say that?  I did this because
we're friends!" Angry tears filled her eyes.  "It wasn't like that at all!
I'm not a prostitute or something!  Was I wearing a sign, "will suck for
clothes"?  No!  I wasn't!  I didn't do this to pay for what I thought was a
favor from my best friend!" she jumped up and ran for the bathroom,
slamming the door behind her.  The click of the lock sounded as loud as a
gunshot.  "Get out!  Go home and make sure you lock the door behind you!"



   Alan stared at the closed bathroom door.  "Oh fucking Hell!  Why did I
have to go and say that?" He tapped on the door.  "Bob, I'm really sorry!
You know I always joke around!  I didn't mean anything by it!" He sighed.
"I'll come back tomorrow, okay?"



   "Don't do me any favors!" Dammit!  Bobbie wiped her eyes, smearing tears
and semen across her face.  `Why did he have to say something so stupid!"
she flung open the door, but the room was empty.  "Good!  I'm glad you
left! See if I care!" she shouted when she heard the front door slam.  This
time Bobbie had no fun in the bathtub.  She took a quick shower, ignoring
the tears mingling with the stream of hot water.



   She knew enough to check the care label before just tossing her new
under things in the wash.  She found two lingerie bags in the laundry room,
and put her new bras and panties in them.  She would have added the nursing
bra, but she put that back on after her shower and wore just it and her
bathrobe.  She had only worn it a couple of hours so it was still fresh
enough to wear.  Even though she was changing back soon, she took her
mother's warning about sagging to heart.



   "At least I'll have something to wear tomorrow." she muttered, while
draping the damp bras and panties on hangers, and then hanging them along
the chain of her bedroom's swag light.  "I should go back to the mall
tomorrow.  He's not the only one that wants to stare at my stupid new body!
That'll sure show Alan!" she gasped.  "What the hell am I saying?  Why the
hell would I want strangers to be looking at me?"



   It was getting late when she was finishing up the laundry.  By force of
habit, she had sorted through things and only did her own clothes.  She
used to feel weird at the idea of touching their intimate apparel.  It
didn't really make a difference now, did it?  Bobbie smiled ruefully.  "At
least my new things are prettier then an old nursing bra and borrowed
panties!"



   Dr.  Lance Robinson pulled up to the house and switched off the power
system of his Dodge Sunflare.  "Damn, I wish I could spend all night with
you for once!" he turned and gave Wendy a kiss.  "I'm sorry I have to go
back on shift so soon."



   She smiled.  "It's okay, love.  The hospital needs you.  Besides, how
can I be upset when I left you hanging for a couple of weeks?"



   "I'm getting used to your little ways, Miss Mad Scientist." He kissed
her again.  "Two weeks is a touch too long for my liking, though."



   She giggled.  "You sure made up for lost time tonight.  I'm feeling
distinctly bow-legged, my stallion!"



   He laughed as he climbed out of the car and circled around to open
Wendy's door.  "Babe, didn't you say you gave your car to the kid that
helped your brother get zapped last night?"



   She took his hand and exited the vehicle.  "I sure did.  I spotted it as
soon as we drove up.  Unless I'm mistaken, Alan is sitting in it right
now."



   "Isn't he the one you say always tries to get you to go out with him? 
Do you want me to walk you to the door?"



   "What?  Don't be silly." She squeezed his hand.  "Alan's a good guy.  My
guess is he's here for reasons that have nothing to do with me."



   Wendy walked up to the Smart Car and tapped on the driver's side window.
"Is everything okay, Alan?"



   The window opened.  "Yeah, um, maybe.  I'm not sure." He shook his head.
"In case you're wondering, I know about what happened to Bob."



   She nodded.  "I figured you'd find out before long." Wendy gave a little
sniff.  For some reason she smelled a slight hint of olive oil coming from
within the car.  "Don't worry too much.  This isn't your fault.  I was a
little lax with labeling the controls.  I'm confidant I can reverse the
effect in a week or so."



   Oddly, Alan didn't seem too enthused over what should have been good
news.  "It's not that.  I, um, I said something really stupid, and now Bob
is furious with me.  I apologized, but Bob threw me out anyway!" He smiled
slightly.  "We've had fights thousands of times before.  We always forget
it and move on.  For some reason, this time is different.  She's so pissed!
Uh, I mean, he!  Oh Hell!  I just don't want such a sexy girl being this
mad at me!"



   She patted him on the shoulder.  "Don't be too worried about it.  Bobbie
is struggling against hormones and emotions no man has ever directly
experienced before.  Let me give you a little advice.  Don't take this the
wrong way or anything, but next time you come over, bring a box of
chocolates.  You may find it'll go a long way in getting Bobbie to forgive
you."



   "Thanks, Wendy!" he powered up the car.  "I'll come back tomorrow!"



   As Wendy continued to the door, something nagged at her.  She stopped in
her tracks when it hit her.  "Interesting!" she whispered.  "I think that's
the first time I ever had a conversation with Alan, where he kept his eyes
looking right into mine!  I hope things aren't getting too confusing for
Bobbie!"



   Bobbie heard a tap on the door and looked up from where she sat
cross-legged on the floor.  "Hi sis!  Don't think this is weird or
anything, but if it takes you a couple weeks to get things ready to fix me,
that's okay."



   "Why the delay?" she noticed a bottle of olive oil sitting on the
dresser.  You didn't have to be a genius of her caliber to add that bit of
data to the scent she picked up while talking to Alan.  Wendy made some
shrewd deductions and smiled.  She wisely decided to make no mention of her
conclusions.  "Two weeks should be about right.  Can I ask why you don't
want it sooner?"



   "Cosplay, sis!" she held up one of the magazines she had been studying.
"Since I'm stuck in this body anyway, I should make the most of it.  If I'm
still like this in two weeks, I'll be one hell of a hit if I go to the
convention in costume!"



   Wendy tried not to look at the olive oil, barely keeping a smirk off of
her face.  "I think that's a good healthy attitude.  Who are you planning
on going as?"



   "Battling Princess Rio!  Have you seen the anime?  She's the title
character."



   "I know that one.  Rio is a Princess who was off planet at university
when her home world was over run by evil insectoid invaders.  Using her
many charms, she manages to get the whole graduating class of the military
academy to swear loyalty to her."



   "That's the one!  They beg, borrow, and steal their way into acquiring a
small fleet of star ships.  Rio uses her knowledge of ancient military
battles to lead them in retaking the planet, and rescuing her mother the
Empress!"



   Taking the magazine from Bobbie, Wendy grinned.  It was obvious what
charms the extraordinarily endowed princess used to form her cult of
personality.  "You certainly have the build to be Rio.  What are you
planning?  Royal gown or battle suit?"



   Bobbie blushed.  "Battle suit.  I, um, I need something stretchy enough
to fit skin tight all over to make her beam deflector suit.  If you let me
use the vacuform equipment I spotted in your lab, I can make the weapons
pods, thruster boots and royal tiara."



   "You do know that her outfit is backless, don't you?" Wendy giggled.  "I
seem to recall that Rio insisted on that, because she vowed never to turn
and run from an enemy.  Besides, her loyal soldiers all had her back."



   "They sure did!  Especially her half brother Rikki.  I hear that in the
Hentai game, he REALLY has her back, quite a few times, and her front,
too!" Bobbie grinned sheepishly.  "The suit has to be cut low enough to
show a little bit of butt-crack, too.  Will you help me?"



   "Sure, kiddo!" she raised an eyebrow.  "I wonder who should dress as the
handsome redheaded Captain Rikki."



   Pouting prettily, Bobbie shrugged her shoulders.  "That ass-hole Alan
probably will.  He'll look great in uniform.  That is if I don't kill him
first!"



   Recognizing the signs, Wendy sighed.  Yes, poor Bobbie's life was
getting more complicated by the minute.  "Kiddo, it's late.  Try to get
some sleep; you've had a big day."