Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Honey Moon
Title: Bobby to Bobbie
Part: 04
Keywords: Scifi, transformation, genderswap, impregnation, first,
romance







   Bobby to Bobbie

   Part 04

   By Honey Moon









   Normally, it would take someone months to create an intricate Cosplay
outfit for a convention.  Bobbie was lucky.  How many people had access to
a fully equipped workshop and laboratory, and a genius big sister to help
out?  In two weeks, she was fully prepared.  The young woman stretched her
arms out while looking in the mirror.  "How do I look?" she asked



   Her sister grinned.  "The molecular chain I came up with for the basis
of my experimental non-pressurized vacuum suit worked out just great." She
noted how firm and upright Bobbie's breasts appeared under the glistening
red skin tight covering..  "How's the support feel?  Didn't I tell you
there wouldn't be a need for undergarments?"



   Bobbie giggled.  "The girls are being held up quite nicely, sis!"



   "The girls?" Wendy couldn't help grinning.  "I can't believe you said
that!"



   "Well, that's what mom calls `em!" She turned and looked over her
shoulder at the floor length mirror.  "Um, do you think we cut it a little
too low?  I think I'm showing a little too much butt-crack!"



   Wendy eyed Bobbie's firm round posterior.  "I told you.  I didn't cut
it. That's the way I programmed the molecular chain to assemble.  Anyway, I
think we got it just about right.  I'm glad I got the stress forces to line
up properly so we could have you go backless, and still support `the girls'
in style.  I'll tell you what, Kiddo.  You are going to be a hit!  Coming
or going, every guy's eyes are going to be locked right on target!"



   "Good!  Maybe that'll show Alan that he doesn't need to look at other
girls when I'm around!"



   "Kiddo, is there something you want to talk about?" Wendy gently placed
a hand on Bobbie's shoulder.  "What's going on between you and Alan?"



   Bobbie felt her face grow hot.  "Nothing!" she snapped.  "Nothing at
all!" the troubled young woman tried to calm herself.  "Sorry sis.  Things
are complicated right now." She took a deep breath.  "I, I think I let
things go a little too far."



   Wendy smiled.  "I suspected as much.  Does it help you any if I told you
that I'm sure Alan loves you?"



   "Loves me?" she laughed.  "As a buddy, yeah, I guess he does."



   "No silly." Wendy gave Bobbie a hug.  "He loves you.  He loves you as a
man loves a woman.  Please be careful around him until I change you back.
You wouldn't want to hurt him, would you?"



   "Of course not!" her heart pounded.  Love?  Was that what she was
feeling too?  "Oh my God!  Sis, maybe the convention is a bad idea!  Could
you change me back right now?"



   "I told you.  I've already started the system wide auto-check.  The
calibrations aren't going to be finished until Monday morning." Wendy
smiled.  "Just relax and enjoy yourself at the convention tomorrow.  Come
Monday, this will all be set right!"



   "I hope so!" Bobbie frowned.  How was this going to ever be set right?
Things were entirely too weird between Alan and her now.  Somehow she had
fallen into the habit of giving him a blow-job, not to mention the
occasional olive oil lubed titty fuck after they hung out together every
evening these last two weeks.  No, she had to be honest with herself.  She
and Alan had been dating.  No other word fit.  They still did the same
kinds of things they always had together, but it was so different now. 
Especially different when she contorted herself in the little Smart Car in
order to get her lips around his beautiful penis!



   Alan even had started walking her to the door, and giving her a
goodnight kiss before she went inside!  Bobbie liked that even more then
giving head.  Every time their lips met in that simple little kiss, it
always left her aching for something more, something she dared not even
contemplate letting him do!  It frightened Bobbie to realize her resistance
was weakening with each tender kiss.  What would happen if her willpower
crumbled, and she allowed Alan to do THAT with her?  Things had gotten so
mixed up that now she had to finger herself every night before she felt
relaxed enough to even think about sleeping!



   What was she going to do?  Would Alan hate her when she turned back into
a guy?  Could she dare hope he'd still let her take his penis into her
mouth, or that they'd lovingly kiss each other when they were both men
together?  No, that would never happen!  Alan would probably never want to
be alone with her again once she was restored to manhood!  There's no way
he'd want to turn into a homosexual, just because his buddy was a pretty
girl for a couple of weeks!



   "Cheer up Kiddo!" Wendy smiled, breaking into Bobbie's dismal thoughts.
"Everything is going to work out okay.  I feel it deep in my bones!"



   "Oh Wendy, I sure hope so!" Bobbie sighed.  "I really do!"



   Wendy glanced at the console of her transporter.  The activity of the
blinking lights sure looked convincing.  Bobbie thought she was running
system checks.  It was all just a cosmetic show.  The system was ready to
restore Bobbie at any time.  It had been for over a week.  Wendy just
wanted her sibling to be sure about things before that restoration took
place!  She was sure that Bobbie would make the right choice, given enough
time.



   She watched for a moment as Bobbie twisted and turned.  "Here kiddo, let
me do that." She took the molecular key from the flustered girl's hand, and
brought the blunt emitter head to the barely perceptible seam between
Bobbie's shoulders where the suit ended to expose her back.  With a coded
beeping, the seam split, allowing the girl to wriggle out of the tight
garment.  "Remember, getting in needs no tool.  Don't lose the key, or
you'll be stuck in cosplay until I can get there with a spare.  My fastener
system won't be on the market for another few months."



   "Wait sis, what if I have to, um, pee?" Bobbie's face turned red.  "I
can't have Alan come in the ladies room with me!"



   "I told you, this was meant for a prototype vacuum suit." Wendy grinned
wickedly.  "If you have to answer nature's call, just sit down on the pot
and go.  The suit will pass the excess fluids out.  It's part of the
cooling system, after all.  Remember, urine only.  Anything else will just
make your butt look lumpy."



   "Ew, that's nasty!" Bobbie couldn't help giggling again.  "I won't be
able to clean up afterward!  You and mom told me I have to be very careful
about hygiene, uh, down there."



   "Kiddo, I think of everything.  Just spread your legs wide and let it
go! The urinal pore lines up with your urethra.  The suit will take care of
the rest.  The nano valve system is auto regulating.  In space, urine would
exit slowly as a very fine mist over the entire surface of the suit,
instantly freeze drying.  That way the astronaut will be protected from
extreme variances in pressure in a very delicate area.  On Earth, the
stream will be unhindered and flow freely.  It'll wick all the excess
moisture away from you too, so don't worry."



   Bobbie struggled out of the suit.  "I guess that's why it's giving me a
bit of `camel-toe'." Her blush deepened.  "I'm glad THAT doesn't show from
the outside!  It's a good thing you made the surface so shiny though.  If I
get wet down there, um, for some reason, it won't show up."



   "You'll be just fine.  Normal vaginal moisture will pass so slowly it
won't be noticeable.  It'll help keep you at a normal PH level too, and
freely pass oxygen under Earth normal pressures.  In space, the suit's
oxygen will channel through the molecular chain and do the same thing. 
Yeast infections hate oxygen, it helps prevent them from forming.  That's
why I made sure the suit could `breathe'.  I don't want female astronauts
cursing Anson MacDonald, after all.  Wearing it is nearly as good as going
naked."



   "Sis, you're such a geek!" Bobbie grimaced.  "I don't want to hear about
disgusting stuff like that!"



   Wendy just grinned.  "I'm just giving you the facts.  We girls have to
be careful about such things.  Oh and remember the moisture wicking system
if you get, well, excited.  The extra moisture won't evaporate as quickly,
so be careful where you sit if you watch any hentai in the video rooms. 
People might talk if you leave wet spots on the chairs."



   "Gee, thanks for the warning, sis!" Bobbie self consciously dressed,
slipping into bra and panty, and then another of the lovely vintage dresses
their mother had insisted she wear.



   "Cheer up, kiddo!" Wendy took the suit and zipped it up into a garment
bag.  "Just think.  Your cosplay outfit is worth nearly twelve million
dollars.  What other girl could say that?"



   Bobbie surprised herself by giving her big sister a hug.  Before the
"Event" such an emotional display would have been unheard of.  "Thanks sis,
you're the best big sister a guy, um, person could ever have!"



   "You're quite welcome." Wendy said with a grin.  "I certainly had fun
helping you create your masterpiece."



   Cheeks coloring rather becomingly, Bobbie smiled back.  "I wonder what
Alan will think when he sees me wearing it." her voice took on a distinct
edge.  "I bet he won't be hitting on any other girls when I'm strutting
around looking so sexy!"



   "Oh, really?" Wendy asked with a knowing glance.



   "I, I didn't mean it like, um, like THAT!" Bobbie sighed.  "I'm just
getting tired of all his talk about using me as some kind of bait so he can
score a hot nerd-girl!" She looked over at her sister's machine.  "I can't
wait until that thing is ready to unscramble me!  It won't be a moment too
soon!"



   "Just relax and have fun at your convention, kiddo." I should be ready
for the final calibration tests Monday afternoon."



   Bobbie grabbed the garment bag and stormed towards the door, cute little
patent leather pumps sounding loud against the concrete floor.  "Good!"



   Wendy smiled as she hurried after her neo-sister.  She hoped against
hope that Bobbie was getting closer to making the right decision.



   Friday morning Bobbie was up at dawn.  One thing hadn't changed.  It was
nearly impossible to sleep the night before a Con!  She had spent the night
packing and repacking.  Usually it only took a backpack to carry some clean
underwear, socks, a couple tee-shirts, and a change of jeans.  Now, Bobbie
couldn't help packing two suitcases for the three day extravaganza.  It
didn't seem right to spend so much time with only one change of clothing.



   Bobbie had packed her cosplay stuff, of course, but she also packed
three dresses, her snug fitting "Battling Princess Rio" tee-shirt, and the
low riding hip hugging jeans that went so nicely with it.  Of course she
needed some pretty foundation garments too, not to mention the Hello Kitty
nightgown mom had insisted on getting her.  With a blush, Bobbie also made
sure to bring the cherry red lipstick she had bought when nobody was
looking, her Secret antiperspirant, and the bottle of Bath and Body-works
Japanese Cherry Blossom body spray she had swiped from mom.  Nobody would
accuse her of being one of the stinky unwashed conventioneers nobody wanted
to stand next too!



   Lugging her suitcases downstairs, Bobbie was startled to find both Wendy
and their mother already awake.  "Why did you guys get up?" she asked as
she set her luggage by the door.  "I told you I would just slip out when
Alan comes to pick me up."



   Wendy laughed, but their mother only groaned.  "Kiddo, didn't you hear
mom come in at five?  Somebody is just a tiny bit hung over right now."



   "I am not hung over!" Alyssa yelled, before screwing her eyes tightly
closed, and grabbing her head with both hands.  "Really, I'm not!" she went
on in a whisper.



   Bobbie and Wendy exchanged grins.  "Sure mom." Bobbie laughed.  "Sorry
if I made too much noise packing."



   Alyssa crossed the room slowly and carefully, as if fearful any sudden
movement would cause her aching head to simply fall off of her body. 
"Don't you worry about it, honey.  You just go have fun with all the other
cartoon fans." She gave Bobbie a hug.



   "Anime!" Bobbie corrected for the thousandth time.  "I watch anime, not
cartoons!"



   "What about "My Little Pony: Friendship Crusaders?"" Wendy asked with a
smile.  "Is that anime?"



   "Well, no.  It is the most manly cartoon in existence though!" She
laughed.  "Come on sis, you watch it too.  You even calculated the forces
involved when Captain Scootaloo performed Equestria's first FTL Rainboom!"



   "She never would have done it if Professor Twilight Sparkle hadn't
created a life support spell in time!"



   "It did help that Rarity came up with a pressure garment that didn't
inhibit wing motion." Bobbie giggled.  "It's funny.  I don't feel
embarrassed admitting I watch any more.  G-6 ponies rock!"



   The doorbell rang, and Alyssa groaned.  "If it wouldn't make even more
noise, I'd shoot whoever is at the door!"



   "Oops, better go now!" Bobbie yanked open the door, and thrust a
suitcase at a startled Alan.  "Come on!  Let's get moving!"



   Bobbie, lugging the smaller suitcase, made a beeline to Alan's
Smart-car. She giggled as she saw it gleaming pinkly in the early morning
sun.  "I still think it looks cute pink." she said as he rushed after her.



   "Dammit!  Why didn't Wendy invent a solar collector you can paint over?"
he sighed.  "Since the whole body of the car is collector material, I'd
have to replace the entire outer skin if I wanted a different color.  Who
the hell decided Pepto-pink was a good color for a car?"



   Bobbie laughed.  "It's Hello Kitty pink, you dolt!  Anyone could see
that!"



   Alan looked at his buddy and grinned.  "Anyone can see you're a
knock-out in that dress, Bob.  It's a cinch I'll get me some "steal the
boyfriend from the hottie" booty tonight!"



   When he said knock-out, Bobbie felt all warm and tingly inside.  She
wore a yellow sundress in honor of one of her other favorite classic anime
characters, Asuka Langley.  She even had a long haired red wig and A-10
nerve clips to wear once they got settled in and registered.  It always
paid to have a secondary cosplay look!  That warm feeling vanished when he
went on to mention other girls he would be interested in.  "We'll see." she
muttered as she got into the car.  She glared at him when he openly stared
at her legs as he closed the door on the passenger side.



   "Remember, if you see a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door, just go to
one of the video rooms for a while, okay Bob?"



   Bobbie took a deep breath as Alan crossed to the driver's side.  She
felt her anger rise when he so obviously enjoyed the rise and fall of her
considerable assets as he leered through the windshield.  "Same goes for
me." she snapped.  "If you see that damn sign, stay the fuck out.  I'll be
busy!"



   "Oh yeah!  You can play the closet lesbian looking for a fling.  That's
cool!" he grinned.  "If you do, can I just have a quick peek?  Girl on girl
is way hot!"



   That wasn't exactly what she meant, but Bobbie let it drop.  She
couldn't bring herself to mention her interests seemed to have drifted away
from girls completely.  "Just drive, dummy.  I want to get there early!"



   They drove in silence to the hotel hosting the convention.  Bobbie's
anger totally dissipated when they arrived.  Once again, as with every time
she was out in public since the "Event", Bobbie felt the attention of every
male on her.  She was sort of getting used to it, but it still made her
blush.  "Let's drop the bags off at the room, and then hit the Con
registration lines."



   Alan grabbed his backpack, but quickly realized people in the parking
structure seemed to be looking in disapproval at him for letting a girl
carry two suitcases.  "Here, let me get those." he stated loudly as he
grabbed the bags.  "You shouldn't have to carry all that junk!"



   Bobbie laughed as Alan tried to show the world how polite he was.  "My
hero!" she muttered, as they went to the front desk to get their key-cards.




   When they got to the room, Bobbie felt her face grow red.  "One bed."
she muttered as Alan closed the door.  "I forgot that's all they had left
when we secured the room."



   "Did you say something, Bob?" Alan asked as he lugged the bags into the
room.



   Ignoring him, Bobbie sighed.  She'd just have Alan sleep on the floor.
She didn't want their nightly oral and titty ritual to go way out of
control!  They'd never be able to face each other when she turned back into
a guy, if she let anything like, gulp, actual intercourse happen!  Worse
yet, she knew in her heart that even as a guy, she'd still want the
intimacy she and Alan now shared.  She was sure her life long buddy would
hate her if he knew she would still want to touch, fondle, and suck his
lovely penis after she changed back.  If they actually had sex now, she
didn't know what would happen!



   Her eyes opened wide.  "Shit!" she had grown used to masturbating before
going to sleep.  Her body needed to be touched after she kissed him
goodnight, and she didn't dare tell him.  It was no longer a quick stroke
session and popping off a hefty but single load into a bunch of tissue,
either.  Bobbie could now reach orgasm quite a few times over a rather
satisfying long period, before being calm enough for sleep.  She needed it
after the stimulation of having Alan's penis in her mouth and sliding
between her breasts!  She'd have to do it in the shower and try to keep her
mouth shut.  Bobbie discovered she now had a rather embarrassing tendency
to make strange noises at certain "Climactic" moments.  She had to face it.
She was a screamer now, on top of everything else!



   "What's wrong?" Alan asked.  "Did you forget something?"



   "Yeah, that's it.  I, I forgot to bring shampoo."



   "Is that all?  Hotels always have shampoo and crap free, in those little
tiny bottles."



   "You're right." she grinned sheepishly.  "How could I forget?" Hopefully
Alan wouldn't question her taking really long showers!  She donned her red
wig and made sure the nerve clips were in the proper placement on her head.
"Let's go check out the Con!" she said before tastefully applying a little
lipstick.



   In the line to get their badges and programs, Alan was eying every girl
in cosplay.  That is, he was eyeing them when he could tear his eyes away
from trying to look down Bobbie's impressive cleavage.  That was okay, but
when some of the girls started giving him smiles that seemed to invite more
attention then just looking, Bobbie felt anger rising in her heart.  She
couldn't help herself.  Linking arms with him, she rested her head on his
broad shoulder.  She also made damn sure she held his arm pressed tightly
against her breast!



   "Uh, Bob, what are you doing?" Alan asked in a husky voice.



   "You want people to think I'm your girlfriend, right?" she whispered,
while giving a sexy bikini clad girl with a sword a "Back off, bitch"
glare.



   "Oh, um, yeah.  Thanks Bob." he grinned sheepishly enjoying the
wonderful firm, yet softly yielding pressure against his arm.  "You're the
best!"



   "You better believe that!" she snapped, with much more feeling then she
had intended.



   The dealer's room hadn't opened yet, so Bobbie and Alan strolled around
just taking in the Con.  The first time it happened, Bobbie was startled.
Um, Miss, could, could I take your picture?" A nice looking younger boy
asked rather hopefully.



   Alan glared at him.  "Get lost, twerp!"



   Bobbie gave Alan's arm a not so playful punch.  "Cut it out." she
hissed. Giving the budding photographer a sunny smile, she said "Sure, you
can take a picture." She put her hands on her hips, leaned slightly
forward, giving him a nice view of developments.  "How's this?"



   "Oh wow!" he snapped away.  "Oh wow!  Thanks Miss!"



   Bobbie realized that the kid was aroused.  It was something she never
would have picked up on as a guy.  She smiled.  "No problem.  Be sure to
check out the cosplay parade.  You'll really want pictures of me in my
competition outfit."



   "I will!" He held his backpack strategically in front of himself, and
shuffled away.  "I can't wait!" he called, before ducking into the men's
room.



   "Thank God the little twerp left!" Alan muttered.  "I should have
stuffed that kid's camera down his..."



   He was cut off.  "Hey, can I get a few pictures too?" An older guy in a
brightly flowered Hawaiian shirt asked.



   "Sure!" Bobbie posed for him, too.  Before long, she lost count of just
how many guys wanted to take her picture.  Oddly, Bobbie enjoyed it.  Did
Wendy feel this way when she posed naked for Playboy?  It was so exciting
being the center of attention!  There was a nice bonus attached, too.  Alan
no longer seemed to be looking at other girls.  He was spending most of his
time glaring angrily at the swarm of photographers!



   In the darkness of one of the video rooms, Alan sighed.  "Jeeze Bob,
what's with all the posing and pictures?  You never used to be an attention
whore."



   "Don't sweat it, Alan." Bobbie grinned, letting the whore comment slide.
"I'm just having a little fun.  No guy in history has ever cosplayed a girl
as successfully as me!  I figured I'd just relax and have a good time this
weekend.  You know Wendy is going to change me back on Monday."



   "Fuck fuckin' Monday!  I'm sick of hearing about God Damn Monday!" Alan
snapped, causing people to turn and stare.



   "Shh!  Alan, what's gotten into you?"



   He reacted as if slapped.  "I, um, ah, I just remembered I promised to
work two shifts on Monday.  Yeah, that's it.  I, I'm working a double." He
continued in an embarrassed whisper.  "I hate Mondays."



   "Well keep it down!  I never saw the original Sailor Moon before.  I
want to see this!"



   After a few videos, Bobbie dragged Alan to the dealer's room.  It was
there she saw something she just had to have.  "I never had the nerve
before." she whispered as she stared wide eyed at her secret heart's
desire. "I would have just died if anyone saw me buying something like
this." She picked up the large plush Hello Kitty figure and couldn't help
giving it a hug.  "She's going to sit right on my bed." Bobbie giggled. 
"Even after Monday."



   Alan felt a stupid grin spread over his face as he watched the lovely
girl in the sexy yellow dress and red wig clutch the plush cat to her ample
chest.  With a sigh, he once again got out his wallet.  "I'll get this,
Bob." he remembered the near disaster after buying her some clothes.  "No
strings attached.  I'm getting it for you just because you're my best
friend!"



   "Oh Alan, thank you!" Bobbie glanced at her wrist phone, much more
delicate then her old mannish model, and gasped.  "We have to hurry!  I
need to get changed for the Cosplay parade!"



   "Oh hell." He shook his head.  "Do I really have to dress in that weird
uniform Wendy made me?"



   "Yes, you do!"



   "Oh well.  At least dressing as Prince Rikki goes well with your
Battling Princess Rio royal gown."



   "Yeah, her royal gown." Bobbie tried not to snicker as they rode up in
the elevator.  She had managed to convince Alan that she was wearing the
formal frilly gown Rio wore when she went off planet to finish her
schooling.  Just wait until her saw her in the battle suit!  It came
riskily close to breaking the "No costume is NO COSTUME!" rule against
nudity and indecency!  She was going to be a hit!



   Back at the room, Bobbie grabbed one of her suitcases and headed for the
bathroom.  "I'll just be a minute Alan.  Go ahead and get into your Rikki
uniform."



   "Yeah, a minute." Alan laughed.  "Bob, your sense of timing went right
out the window when you, uh, changed.  "You always say a minute, and end up
taking a half hour!"



   "Oh shut up!" she laughed as the bathroom door closed behind her.  She
raised her voice.  "Perfection takes time!"



   "Time." Alan softly sighed.  "Time is running out.  What the hell will I
do on Monday, when my dream girl turns back into a dude?"



   Bobbie quickly kicked off her heels, stripping off wig and pretty yellow
dress.  "Oh God, Now I'm nervous!" she whispered as she slipped out of her
undergarments.  She grabbed a quick shower, fighting the almost
irresistible urge to linger and lovingly touch her body under the warm
flowing water.  "Be good!" she scolded her fingers as they did more then
wash between her legs.  "I said I'd be fast!"



   Out of the shower, she carefully blow-dried her short blonde hair.  She
didn't want it to look all rumpled from her usual vigorous towel drying. 
She was thankful that the hairstyle she copied from sis was just about
exactly right for Princess Rio!  No wig was needed tonight!  Standing naked
in the bathroom, she sprayed a rather large cloud of Japanese cherry
blossom body-spray, and stepped forward into it so it could settle gently
onto her skin.  She was glad that the breathable nature of the suit would
let the scent pass freely.



   She used her antiperspirant, pleased that the treatments she had
undergone for swim meets had held.  True, the change had made her new skin
far softer and silkier then it had ever been when she was a guy, but thank
goodness it was still completely denude of hair!  The thought of shaving
her legs on a regular basis was just so nasty!  Let's not even think about
shaving the ol' pits!



   Wriggling into the snug suit, Bobbie once again wondered at how the
material almost seemed alive.  It gave and shifted freely as she worked
into it, only to snug up to cling tightly to her skin as it settled into
proper place.  She brought the ends of the neck piece together behind her,
and they automatically zipped seamlessly together.  She gave a little jump,
and giggled at how her tenderly yet firmly supported breasts bounced, with
no real discomfort.  "I look just like an anime character!  I even have the
Gainax Bounce!"



   Working fast, she clipped the bright yellow plastic replica weapons pods
to her upper arms, and slipped her red clad feet into the blue thruster
boot mock-ups she had glued over a pair of cheap rain boots.  She thought
it was clever how sis had worked the molecular key into the design.  Bobbie
had it safely stashed in the side of her right boot, just in case she had
an emergency.



   Lastly, Bobbie settled the golden tiara onto her head.  It really
sparkled, being that Wendy plated it with twenty-four karat gold.  "Oh wow,
I, I look HOT!" her face flushed as she noted how readily the clinging
molecular chain followed the lines of her body.  It was a bit embarrassing
how visible her rather large nipples were.  "It looks like somebody just
painted me a high gloss red!  Thank goodness Wendy built some modesty into
the crotch!  If the suit's camel-toe tendency was visible, they'd kick me
out of the Con!"



   She took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door.  "Pretty good."
Alan laughed as he turned towards her.  "You were only forty-two minutes."
He froze.  "Oh Merciful heaven!" he gasped.  He took a step toward her, and
stumbled over a chair.  "Oh my God!  Bob, you're gorgeous!"



   Bobbie's face flushed as she smiled happily.  "Thank you, Alan." she
stood tall as he stared at her body.  Embarrassingly enough, the material
of the suit adjusted against certain strain factors, and her nipples showed
even larger as they grew firm and erect under his hungry gaze.



   Alan had a stupid grin on his face, but suddenly it vanished to be
replaced by a look of anger.  "Bob, I can't let you go out like that!  It,
it's indecent!  People will stare!"



   "What happened to gorgeous?" her baby blue eyes flashed fire.  "And
what's this crap about you can't let me?"



   "What will your mom say?" he muttered.  "What will Wendy say?"



   "Oh, grow up!  Wendy created this suit for me.  You remember Wendy, the
girl who posed NAKED for playboy!" she laughed, not unkindly.  "Mom just
wants me to steer a few young studs her way.  So there's no problem!"



   "Aren't you embarrassed?" Alan shouted.  "You're still a guy!"



   "Not 'til Monday, bub!" she smiled.  "It is a little embarrassing, but
come Monday, nobody will ever see the cosplay attention whore again." She
picked up the object on the chair Alan had nearly fallen over.  "Here,
strap on your blaster belt, and lets get going!"



   They rode down in the elevator.  "I feel stupid in this getup.  Alan
muttered as he adjusted his sky blue uniform tunic, and made sure his
gleaming black belt was buckled properly.  "I never do cosplay.  Why can't
I just be a spectator?"



   "Princess Rio needs her trusted right-hand man, Rikki." she laughed as
the elevator doors opened and guys nearly fell over themselves when she
stepped out.  "Besides, I think there's a distinct possibility that nobody
will even notice you're standing next to me!"



   Bobbie was quite right.  All eyes were on her as they made their way to
the cosplay staging area.  She wished she had on sunglasses.  So many
people were taking pictures, that the continuous flashes were nearly as
bright as the noonday sun!  "What should I do?" Alan asked nervously as
their post at the very end of the line grew closer and closer to the
microphone stand made ready for people wanting to do a little performing
while in costume.



   "Just move around me with your blaster drawn.  Do it like Rikki does in
the anime.  Remember, you're protecting your beloved Princess!"



   Moving a bit woodenly, Alan did as he was told while Bobbie took hold of
the microphone.  Just this once, Bobbie disregarded her own aversion to
singing, and launched into a rousing rendition of "Home is Glory" the
"Battling Princess Rio" opening theme.  She had forgotten her recording of
the song's Karaoke version, so she just went Acappella, singing the song
phonetically in Japanese.



   Bobbie didn't notice at first, but the large exhibition hall fell silent
as she sang.  Alan even stopped his self conscience prancing about, and
stared in wide eyed wonder as his buddy sang her heart out.  She held the
last note for a moment, and then all was quiet.  Quiet until the crowd
exploded into cheering and applause!



   Although she only knew a rough translation of the song, the emotional
content always got to her.  The effect was greatly amplified now.  Bobbie
wiped the tears from her eyes and smiled.  "Thank you." she said softly
into the microphone, before hastily putting it back on the stand and
rushing from the stage.



   "Bob, get back here!" Alan called as he ran after her.  "You have to get
back on stage!"



   "Why?" she asked nervously.  "I just want to go somewhere and get my
head together."



   "Why?" he laughed.  "Don't be a dork.  Didn't you hear the MC?  You just
won the best performance award!" He grabbed her arm and dragged her back to
the spotlight.



   When they handed her the little plastic loving-cup, Bobbie looked at it
as if it were the most fabulous treasure she had ever seen!  "Thank you!"
she said again.  Bowing to the shouts of the audience, she sang the song
again.  Then, she sang a few other popular anime themes as people requested
them.



   "You do know that you're going to be on about a hundred websites by
tomorrow, don't you?" Alan asked later that night, as they made their way
wearily back to the room.  He groaned.  "Assholes all over the world are
going to be beating their meat while staring at your boobs!" He sighed
ruefully.  "I guess all the people downloading files of your singing helps
balance that out a bit."



   "Did, did you like my singing?" Bobbie asked bashfully.  "I never really
sang before, except for in the shower were nobody could hear me."



   "Are you kidding me?" he grinned.  "I bet you go viral on the net before
dawn tomorrow!"



   At their door, Bobbie turned towards her lifelong buddy.  "Thank you."
she said softly, before leaning close and kissing him.



   They had kissed goodnight after most of there dates these last two
weeks. This time, things seemed just a tiny bit different.  Before she knew
what was happening, Bobbie felt so warm and alive as she accepted Alan's
tongue in her mouth.  Without hesitation, she returned the action by
slipping her tongue into his!  Time stood still as their tongues caressed
and teased against each other.



   A young woman passing by laughed.  "Get a room, you two!" she said
playfully.  "Oh, I guess you already have one!f Have fun!"



   Alan fumbled the key-card out of his pocket, and they nearly fell into
the room when the door opened.  Their busy tongues never stopped as they
shuffled in while wrapped in each others arms.



   Bobbie heart was pounding.  Things were different tonight.  Was it the
emotional state she was in from singing to the crowd's obvious approval? 
Maybe it was just that she knew there was only one bed in their hotel room.
It didn't matter what was the cause.  Bobbie felt like she was burning up
inside!  She was filled with a longing she didn't understand.  It's pure
intensity was frightening.  If Alan got her naked, who knows what would
happen?  Alan's hands were warm on her exposed back as he tried to find a
way to release her from the glorious confines of her costume.



   "No zipper!" he grunted as their lips parted.  "How the hell did you get
into this thing?" His hands tried to slip under the glossy red surface, but
it was so tight against her skin that he could only get his fingertips
tantalizingly under it.  "Bob, I need to see you naked!" He managed to get
his index finger to slip to the second knuckle down the cleft of her
bottom, but that was as far as he could go.



   Bobbie was starting to panic.  She was going to be a guy again in just
three days!  She couldn't let things go too far out of control now!  Thank
goodness the suit was acting as a kind of high tech chastity belt.  It's
impenetrable nature was just what she needed to back up her faltering
willpower.  She was absolutely safe as long as Alan couldn't figure out how
to undress her!  She kissed him again, almost savagely, probing his sweet
cool mouth with her tongue.



   When Alan began to struggle out of his own costume, Bobbie helped him.
That was safe enough.  "Oh God, Bob, get undressed too!" he begged, as his
engorged member proudly sprang free.  "I need this!  I, I need you!"



   "This is enough." Bobbie moaned as she ran her fingers lovingly along
his shaft.  "I, I can't let things get crazy!"



   "Bob, I'm already crazy!  You gotta do something before I die!"



   "You won't die!" she laughed huskily.  "You, you might make a mess on my
costume though!"



   Alan moaned when she knelt before him and lovingly kissed the head of
his straining penis.  "Oh God!  Bob, you're so damn hot in that getup, but
I have to see you out of it!"



   Bobbie was beginning to tremble as she stood back up.  Trying to stop
herself was useless.  The words just tumbled out on their own.  "My boots!"
she gasped.  "Help me out of my boots!  I, I need something in the right
one!"



   Hands on her shoulders, Alan guided her to the bed and firmly sat her
down.  "Give me your foot!" he ordered as he stood proudly naked before
her.



   "I shouldn't!  I shouldn't!" she whimpered, as she lifted first her left
foot, and then her right.  "We have to calm down!" Alan had no trouble
slipping the gaudy boots off of her feet even as she continued to protest.
"Alan, I, I'll do a blow job, b-but that's it.  I forgot the olive oil!  We
can't do a titty-fuck!"



   Alan's voice sounded husky, but much more authoritative then normal. 
"We'll think of something." he looked over her cosplay foot-gear.



   Bobbie moaned, the sound was a mix of fear and desire.  "That, that's
what I'm afraid of!"



   "Right boot?" Alan examined it, and discovered how to slide a metal and
plastic cylinder from the hidden compartment.  "What's this do?"



   Bobbie had to calm down!  Alan didn't know what the molecular key was,
or how it worked.  She was still safe in the protection of the suit as long
as she maintained the status quo.  "What's that?" she asked weakly.  "Um,
nothing.  It's just part of the outfit."



   Alan pressed the single button.  The device beeped a few musical tones.
"It's not part of the outfit.  I've seen every episode of "Battling
Princess Rio" too.  Nobody has any kind of rod like this in the show." He
pressed the button again and listened to the tones.  "That's not random."
He tapped it against the nightstand, and then attempted to unscrew the
base.



   "Don't break it!" Bobbie cried.  "I don't want to be stuck in cosplay
until my sister can come here!" Her eyes opened wide.  "Um, I mean, Wendy
made that, don't break it on her!"



   "Stuck in cosplay?" Alan may not be related to a mad super genius, but
he wasn't stupid, either.  "There's no zipper on that getup.  Wendy
invented something, didn't she?"



   "Uh oh!" In a split second, Alan was on the bed with her.  "Wait!" she
squealed through her laughter as he rubbed the end of the cylindrical
device over her.  "L-Let's talk this over!" They rolled all over the bed as
Bobbie struggled to prevent him from finding the right spot to press the
key against.  She struggled, but cursed herself too.  She could very easily
just shove Alan off of her and say NO, but somehow she couldn't make
herself seriously try and stop him.



   Alan loved rubbing the flashlight shaped device over the glistening
material over his buddy's amazing breasts, but soon logic made him try a
new approach.  One hand around her slender waist, he brought the device to
the back of her neck.  "Eureka!" he shouted, as the material parted.



   "Oh shoot!" Bobbie moaned, as their struggling took on a more urgent
tone.  "Slow down!" she gasped, as Alan pulled and tugged at her outfit,
slowly but steadily exposing her quivering breasts.



   "I need to see all of you!" he groaned, as he worked on freeing her
arms.



   "Alan, oh Alan!" she whimpered, unable to prevent herself from assisting
in her disrobing.  "We can't!" she cried, as she extended her arms so he
could slide the sleeves down and off of her.  "It's too crazy!  We, we have
to stop!"



   "Stand up, Bob!" he ordered firmly.



   Blushing quite pink, Bobbie couldn't help herself.  She popped up right
to her feet, and put her hands on Alan's shoulders to steady herself as he
tugged the material off of her firm round bottom, and down her long shapely
legs.  "We can't do this." she muttered, as she lifted first one foot, and
then the other so he could finish stripping her.



   "Calm down Bob, I won't hurt you!"



   "Oh no!  Oh no!" she whimpered.  Since she gave him that first blowjob
and titty fuck two weeks ago, this was the first time they were both
completely naked together.



   Alan was still on his knees before her.  He was staring right at the
glory between her thighs.  "Oh God!  Bob, I, I need to taste you!" He got
up and pushed her unresisting body onto the bed.  She fell back with a
squeak of fearful surprise, and then he scrambled after, and placed his
face just over her.  "So beautiful!" he breathed, before lowering his face.



   "Alan!" Bobbie felt a sensation like none she had ever dreamed of!  Her
fingers had gently explored her new self quite often in the last two weeks,
but nothing could compare to a tongue softly gliding over those silken
lips! "Oh, this, this is okay!  Yes Alan, give me a blowjob too!"



   He nearly choked and lifted his face.  "Bob, that's not what it's called
when you go down on a girl!  Don't say that!  There's no way I'd put a dick
in my mouth!  This is Cunnilingus!  Don't you read porn?"



   Her heart ached at his declaration.  What would happen to them when she
changed back to normal?  What will he think if he knew she still would
accept him into her mouth as a guy?  Still, emotions, hormones, or whatever
were controlling the moment.  "Oh God, I don't care what it's called!" she
cried.  "Do it some more, please!"



   "You couldn't stop me." he growled as he lowered his face and resumed
his gentle explorations.



   Bobbie shuddered.  That sounded almost like a threat!  She'd ignore it,
oh God this felt so good, but she would certainly stop him if he tried to
do more!  She pulled her heels back closer to her bottom, raising her knees
high and spreading them wantonly wide.



   "Oh shit, Alan, how are you doing this?  How are you making me feel so
good?" A fiery thought raced through her fevered mind.  "Who did you do
this with?  I thought you were a virgin too!  Somebody showed you how to do
this!"



   He looked up at her, his lips and chin glistening with her honey.  "I am
a virgin, dummy!  I, uh, my cousin used to, um, well, she'd threaten to
beat me up if I didn't go down on her when she was between girlfriends.  I
had to get out of her room and go jerk off after.  She would have killed me
if I even thought about pulling down my pants!"



   "Donna the Dyke?" The burst of jealously faded.  It was okay if it was
only Donna!  The bossy, beautiful, loud, proud and self proclaimed Dyke was
cool!  "She tried to get me to hook her up with Wendy once.  She offered me
five hundred dollars if I got her in Wendy's panties.  Hell, she said the
deal was also good if I got her with mom." Bobbie smiled sweetly.  "Donna
must have been a good teacher.  Could, could you, um, go back to what you
were doing?"



   Alan moved forward, but paused.  "Say it.  Say what you want, Bob." He
demanded in a rough voice.



   Bobbie whimpered again.  "Alan, eat me!  Please, eat me some more!"



   Alan didn't have to be asked twice.  He used to love going down on
Donna, despite the threat of violence, but it was so much better with Bob!
His buddy's musky warmth tasted even better then that of his cousin!  Maybe
it was because Bob didn't smoke, not even the occasional recreational
blunt. He savored the salty tang as his tongue grew more aggressive.



   Bobbie moaned.  Alan's tongue was trying to go deep inside her, and it
was wonderful!  Wonderful grew to be too mild of a word when he turned his
attentions to her almost embarrassingly large clitoris.  She let out a wail
when his lips sealed around the firmly engorged pink jewel, and his tongue
began to flutter against and around it as he gently sucked.



   When Bobbie began to thrash on the bed, it was all Alan could do to keep
her hips pinned down as he continued his oral ministrations.  Grabbing the
bedding with her left fist, Bobbie began to cry out.  The toes of both feet
curled just as tightly while her right hand grabbed Alan's glorious red
hair.



   "Oh God!" she screamed.  Fingers never prepared her for this!  "I'm
gonna die!  It's so good I'm gonna die!" Words failed her as her back
arched and she thrust her bottom upwards, firmer against her best friend's
talented mouth.  Bobbie just screamed.  It was a sound of glory and triumph
as her body was wracked by joyous convulsive spasms.



   Alan's face was drenched when his hair was finally released from the
grip of his friend's tugging hand.  Sure it had hurt a bit, but knowing he
had done a good job was worth having a few strands of hair nearly yanked
from his scalp.  He looked up, mesmerized by the motion that breathless
panting was imparting to those fantastic breasts.  "How was that?" he asked
softly.



   Bobbie was dazed for a moment.  This had confirmed what her own
experimenting fingertips had told her.  "Alan, it was fantastic!  Thank
you!" she couldn't help it.  A very girly giggle slipped out.  "I can tell
you right now that it's a fact.  When a girl cums, it feels so much better
then as a guy!" The silvery laughter was louder.  "It lasts longer, too.  I
really thought I was going to pass out or something!"



   The proud young man wiped his chin, and grinning, licked his friend's
copious fluids from his fingers.  "Donna said that any girl would thank her
for how well she trained me."



   Bobbie grinned back.  "She's right.  I'm putting her on my Christmas
card list this year!" She blinked rapidly, or was she batting her eyes
sexily?  "Alan, be a friend, would you?" She took a deep breath.  "Could,
could you make me feel that again?  Um, since the "Event", once just isn't
enough any more!  I can orgasm like that a whole bunch of times in one
night.  If you do me some more, I'll suck you off real good, and, uh, let
you squirt it all in my face and hair.  You know you like that!  I've seen
some of your bukkake downloads!"



   He would like that, but time was running out.  Monday was approaching
too damn fast!  It was now or never!  He scrambled up over her.  "I'll make
you feel batter!" he swore, as he kissed engorged erect nipples.



   Bobbie's eyes opened wide.  "Alan, no!" she squealed, clamping her
trembling legs tightly together as he lay over her.  His lips felt hot on
her breasts, and the hard presence pressing against her thighs made her
mind spin.  "That's too much!  You're my best friend!  Remember, I'm really
a guy!  We can't let it go too far!"



   He wedged a knee between those beautiful legs, and levered them apart.
"Bob, you'll wonder for the rest of your life if we don't try!  Just think!
You'll be the only guy in the history of the Human Race to know exactly
what a girl feels when she loses her virginity!"



   "But we can't!  That, that's just too weird!" Oh God, Alan was right! 
For the rest of time, she would wonder!  This was Alan though!  Destroying
any hope of returning to their old friendship on Monday was too big a price
to pay!



   The two friends began to wrestle on the bed.  Bobbie was in a panic. 
Alan was fighting to gain what he really wanted, and she was fighting to
prevent what she really wanted.  It meant she was destined to lose, and she
knew it!  "STOP!" she cried, managing to at least get on top of him.  "Let
me think!"



   Using his last shred of self control, Alan managed to stop himself.  He
held his friend tightly by the arms, but he refrained from trying to force
himself on her.  "Bob, you know you'll always wish you did it!  This is an
opportunity you have to take!"



   Bobbie looked down at the hard penis jutting up before her as she
straddled his muscular legs.  What would it feel like if that huge thing
went up inside her?  "It, it'll hurt!" she whimpered.  "I read all the
stories online.  Girls sometimes hurt a lot when they pop their cherries!"



   "Are you saying a man can't take what a woman can?" That wasn't fair,
but Alan was desperate to join with the woman of his dreams.  "Just put it
in for a minute, that way you'll always know men can take it too!"



   She stared at the throbbing erect penis.  "Alan, swear to me!  Swear to
me right now!"



   "What?"



   "Swear you'll never tell anyone anything that happens tonight!" She
gulped, knowing she would sound crazy.  "Especially to that, um, other
Bobby!  Never mention it!  Never talk about it!  Never even hint to, uh,
him, that anything ever happened!  I know I, uh, he won't say a word.  As
far as he's concerned, he'll pretend to have no memory of the last two
weeks!  He'll be the same old guy he always was.  No changes!  I'll go
away, and he'll come back!  Everything will go right back to normal!  Now
swear it!"



   "Oh God, Bob, I swear it!" he cried.  "Just for tonight!  It'll just be
a crazy hook up at a Con with, with your, uh, his cousin!  I swear I'll
never say a word about it for as long as I live!"



   Before she could change her mind, Bobbie lifted her butt a little off of
his legs, and shuffled around a bit on her knees.  She nervously grasped
the penis she had grown so fond of sucking, and placed the bulbous head
right where they both wanted it to go.  This was the last time she would be
able to be with Alan like this.  Come Monday, it would be as if Bobbie had
died.  Bobby would return, and somehow she would try and forget all the new
feelings she had for Alan.  She thought she would most likely end up being
a homosexual, but she would never ever let Alan ever suspect anything was
different between them!



   Alan groaned when long delicate fingers grasped his erection.  He felt
like he was saying goodbye.  Bob would be normal again by Monday night and
for the rest of his life he would try and forget how good his buddy's mouth
had felt on his cock.  It was such a shame they wouldn't be able to keep
even that.  Alan knew his friend was straight, even after all the things
they had done these last couple of weeks.  There was no chance that Bob
would want to suck him once he was a man again!



   Bobbie nervously bit her lower lip.  "I, I'm gonna do it now!" she
announced, while bearing down on the hardness wedged against her labia.  At
first, her body resisted.  Her heart pounded as she increased the pressure.
uddenly, she let out a little gasping squeak as she felt something no man
ever born had known.  Bobbie felt a sudden stab of pain as her hymen tore!
The head of Alan's cock popped right through the breached barrier, and she
was no longer virgin!



   "It, it wasn't too bad." she said softly as she settled slowly onto him.
"Oh God, Alan, you're so deep inside me!" she cried, when she realized she
had taken all of what he had to give her.  That wonderful penis was
completely within her body!



   The most exquisite warmth he had ever experienced enveloped Alan's
penis. "Oh Bob, you're so tight!  I, I can't believe how hot you are
inside!"



   Bobbie sat perfectly still, her fevered body impaled fully on Alan's
hardness.  "My cherry was popped!" she said with a thrill of excitement in
her voice.  "It didn't hurt that much, really." She took a deep breath. 
"Okay, I, I should get off of you now."



   Alan looked up at his friend.  The worried yet smiling face was almost
glowing with some heavenly inner light.  They stayed motionless.  "You, you
should get off now, Bob." He breathed, as his hands went to those glorious
breasts and cupped them gently.



   "I should!" Bobbie moaned, as her body began to move all on its own.  "I
know what it feels like now, um, that, that should be enough!" She rose and
fell on his shaft, instinctually giving her hips a slow sensuous rolling
motion.  She braced her hands on his well muscled chest.  "I, I'm gonna
stop right now!" she said firmly, as her hips began to move faster.  "I
mean it.  I'm really stopping!"



   Mesmerized, Alan watched in awe as the beautiful woman rode him.  For
all her talk, she gave no sign of stopping.  If anything, her movements
were taking on a determined, almost frenzied pace!



   "Why can't I stop?" Bobbie gasped as she started tossing her head from
side to side.  "Alan, I must be insane!  I, I need to stop before things
get too crazy!"



   Before they get too crazy?  Alan thought that line had been crossed the
first time the head of his penis passed between those pretty pouty lips! 
He'd never breathe a word of that though, for his friend's sake.  His
wildly spinning mind began trying to justify what he was thinking.  If he
refused to stop, Bob wouldn't need to feel any shame or blame for what
happened!  He tried very hard to concentrate on that, and not the soul
burning need he had to cum deep inside of his boyhood friend.  All other
thoughts faded away.  Alan was aware of only one thing.  He had to act
fast, before Bob's willpower overcame desire!



   "What?  No!" Bobbie cried as Alan suddenly pulled her down to him, and
rolled over on top of her.  "I, I was stopping!  I was just about to get
off and suck you!" she cried, neither of them believing the lie as she
gasped it.  We gotta stop!" she cried, as Alan began to powerfully thrust
into her.



   "You need to experience it all!" Alan said in a shaky whispery voice. 
"You'd always wonder if we didn't finish!"



   The hardness continued to push in and out of her.  Bobbie whimpered and
mewled with each impalement and found herself bucking upward, trying to
recapture him at each withdrawal.  "We went too far!" she cried, as her
arms slipped her arms around his broad back and held him tight.  "Oh Alan,
we, we need to stop this!"



   His buddy's massive breasts squeezed tight against his chest.  Alan
kissed those lovely lips.  "You need to feel this!" he whispered as he
continued toward their joined pleasure.  "Bob, how could you stop without
knowing?"



   Bobbie whimpered.  Alan was right, but this was so wrong!  They'd been
best friends forever, how could they ruin that for just this one time?  Her
breathing was growing ragged.  "We, we need, no!  We are stopping!" she
shouted with every ounce of determination she could bring forth.  The
effect was quite a bit lessened when her long shapely legs locked tightly
around him.  "We need to stop!  Alan, you can't make me cum like this!"
They writhed together, Bobbie clinging to him as if life itself depended on
it.  A thrilling yet fearful thought managed to make itself known in her
confused passion clouded mind.  He was going to ejaculate inside of her! 
How could she go back to being a man if she experienced that?  "Please
Alan, if, if you pull out now, I'll suck you!"



   There was no way he could pull out now, and they both knew it.  Even if
he wanted to, a swimmer's strong supple limbs held them locked in their
fevered embrace.  Alan's hips thrust wildly.  He was fucking the girl of
his dreams!  His very first time, and he was making love to the most
beautiful creature he had ever met!  This one time would be the last time,
and then he'd never see his gorgeous Goddess again!  There was no way he
could let this end!



   Bobbie whimpered as she felt it begin deep within her.  "Oh no!" she
cried.  "Alan, don't!  Stop!  You're gonna make me, Oh my God, Alan,
please! Don't stop!" Bobbie lost all pretence of wanting to end this.  She
lost all ability to think beyond this wondrous moment!  "Alan, oh Alan!"
she cried, and then began to scream and wail as her body started to
convulse in its joy!



   Alan was so close to the edge.  He tried to hold on, but the tight
sheath enveloping his cock began to ripple and clasp at him.  That was far
too much!  He grunted as his buddy screamed, and he thrust in one last
time. The head of his cock bottomed out, and he felt the first contraction
deep inside of himself as he began to spurt!



   Bobbie writhed, clinging to Alan as her body succumbed to feelings that
made even being licked pale in comparison!  She felt the hardness inside of
her twitch pulse and throb.  They were going together!  His semen was
pumping into her, as her body trembled in orgasmic bliss.  His penis fit
her so well!  The head was nestled firmly against her cervix, as with each
beat of his heart, another thick gooey spurt of sperm filled semen was
expelled by his rigidly trembling body.



   When the timeless bliss that held them both finally released them, the
friends lay panting in each other's arms.  "Bob are, are you okay?" Alan
asked softly, postcoital clarity clearing his mind.  "Oh shit!  Bob, I'm
sorry!  I just couldn't stop!"



   Bobbie sighed.  She put a hand over his mouth.  "Sorry about what?" she
gave him a rueful smile.  "If I really, REALLY wanted too, I could have
thrown you across the room and you know it!" She giggled.  "I guess I
didn't want to." She sighed again.  Um, Alan, could you get off of me?  I
gotta go pee!"



   He rolled off of her, his still semi-erect cock slowly pulling out with
a soft wet slurping sound.  Semi-erect went to full readiness when he saw
the vast amount of fluid oozing out of his friend.  "Oh wow, now that's
hot!"



   Blushing prettily, Bobbie smiled.  "Why thank you Alan!  You're pretty
hot looking too!" She glanced down and suddenly knew what he was talking
about.  "Oh shit!" she squealed, clamping a hand between her legs.  Frothy
white semen, laced with quite a bit of bright red blood was simply poring
out of her onto the bedspread.  "Oh my God, they'll know what we did!" she
slipped off of the bed, and sort of waddled as she tried to head for the
bathroom with her hands between her legs.  "Oh fuckin' hell!  The maid will
know you popped my cherry!  They, they'll probably charge us extra to clean
the spread!"



   "Calm down Bob!" Alan grinned wickedly as he grabbed her and pushed her
back to the bed.  "I'll clean you up!"



   "Oh Alan!" Bobbie squealed again, as once again that precious talented
tongue caressed and explored her womanhood.



   The next morning, well, mid afternoon, make that late afternoon, Bobbie
woke up with a start.  "Oh shit!  Alan, wake up!  We're missing the Con!"
She looked at the bedside clock.  "Fuck!  It's already almost three!  Why
didn't you wake me?"



   Alan opened his eyes.  "Huh?  I thought you set up a wake-up call." He
grinned.  "Don't blame me though.  You wore me out.  I think it was that
last time, when you had me do it with you leaning over the table, and
looking out of the window that did it."



   Bobbie blushed.  After that first time, and Alan's gentle way of
cleaning up the creamy pie mess he gave her, they had gone a little crazy.
She was secretly quite impressed that Alan managed to cum inside of her
five times before they finally went to sleep.  Where did he get that
stamina?  Before the "Event" had changed her, Bobbie could only manage to
jerk off to ejaculation three or four times a day, and that was spread out
over the entire day!  Her blush deepened.  She had lost count of how many
times she had hit the big "O", after the first ten!



   "Damn, I need to take a shower!" she sighed as she slipped off of the
bed.  They had slept on top of the spread after that first messy time, but
she had insisted on slipping a towel under her butt after that.  "That
wasn't my best idea." She couldn't help giggling as she looked at the nasty
stain on the white towel.  "We shoulda just messed up the spread more." She
thought for a minute.  "I'm stealing that towel!  I'll throw it away at
home.  Alan, while I'm showering, see if you can figure out how we can get
that mess off of the bedspread!"



   "Ew, I don't want to touch that!"



   "Jeeze Alan, you were licking it out of me all damn night!"



   "Hey, that was fresh!" he laughed.  "Does semen go bad?"



   "Oh shut up!"



   "Seriously Bob, are you sure you're okay, um, down there?"



   She gingerly touched herself.  There was a mess of dried crusty semen,
along with a few streaks of blood on her thighs.  Bobbie grinned.  She had
only a slight, almost pleasant soreness letting her know that had been well
and truly deflowered the night before.  "I'm fine.  The bleeding's all
stopped, and I feel great!"



   Alan grinned hopefully.  "In that case, um, Bob, before you wash up?"



   They didn't get out of the hotel room until nearly seven o'clock.



   For the rest of the convention, the two friends did their best not to
think about Monday, and what it would bring, or maybe take away from them.
They watched videos with all the other fans, they played anime based trivia
games, and they bought far too much anime merchandize in the dealer's room.
All the swag they acquired of course necessitated running back up to the
room many times.  Once the door closed, clothes flew everywhere and it took
them quite some time to regain their composure and return to the Con.



   Late Sunday afternoon, Wendy paced back and forth in the living room,
worrying about her sibling.  "Mom, I'm afraid there will be emotional harm
to both of them!  Oh God, I wish I had begun work on that anti-gravity idea
I've been kicking around."



   "Bobbie is strong!" Alyssa stated firmly.  "I am positive everything
will work out for the very best!"



   Lance peered through the curtains for the hundredth time, his fiancée's
concern fueling his.  "Everything will be fine, honey." He assured her.  "I
have everything I need at your lab.  If you really can control the energy
fields after the transfer, the restructuring to male should be smoother and
less traumatic then the initial change."



   "If I can control it, Lance?" Wendy gave an impatient sniff.  "I KNOW I
can control it.  Don't tell me I can't!  I've been bouncing mice from boy
to girl and back again since Bobbie left for his convention.  The poor
things are confused as hell, but physically they're perfectly normal lab
mice." She tapped her forehead, and then her chest.  "I'm worried about
what happens here and here!  What will Bobbie think once it's over?  How
will Bobbie handle this emotionally?"



   Alyssa put down her coffee and rushed to her daughter's side.  "Baby,
you're still blaming yourself.  None of this was your fault!  Don't snap at
Lance like that."



   "I know, I know!" Wendy felt the tears threatening to spill forth.  "I'm
just so worried!  Lance, forgive me?"



   He laughed.  "Forgive what?  There's nothing to forgive, my love." He
closed the curtain.  "They just pulled up.  From the looks of it,
everything is okay with them so far."



   "What do you mean?" Wendy joined him at the window, and couldn't help
giggling when she peeked.  "Oh my!  Mom, check this out.  Bobbie and Alan
are making out something fierce!"



   Alyssa ran upstairs, and returned in a moment with her digitally
amplified binoculars.  "Move aside!  Let the queen of stake-outs have a
look!" She focused on the little car parked at the curb.  "Goodness me,
Bobbie's giving Alan some serious tongue, and he has his hand down the
front of her dress!"



   Wendy couldn't help herself.  "Mom!" she cried, snatching the
electro-optical device from her mother.  "Peeking's one thing!  Don't be a
pervert about it!"



   Blissfully unaware of the spectators behind the fluttering curtains,
Bobbie sighed as their lips parted.  "I, I guess this is it." She said
softly as she composed herself, and buttoned her dress.  "Alan, thank you
so much.  I, I want to say goodbye now."



   "Bob, I'm glad Wendy is setting things right for you, but, I have to say
this." He sniffed, desperately trying not to cry in front of his friend. 
"I'm happy for you, but God, I'll miss you!" He shook his head.  "I mean
I'll miss THIS you!" He suddenly threw open the car door.  "Tell Wendy she
can have the damn car back.  I, I don't want it any more!"



   Bobbie watched Alan walk down the street, hands in his pockets, staring
at the sidewalk in front of him.  She started to call him back.  He forgot
all of the DVDs and whatnot he bought.  Then she realized that everything
he had paid for was the stuff she had wanted and picked out.  He had bought
it all for her.  "Oh Alan, this me will miss you too!" she whispered, tears
running down her cheeks.



   After sitting and crying in the car for nearly a half hour, Bobbie
screwed up her courage and walked slowly up the driveway to the front door.
Actually it was more of a stagger as she lugged two suitcases and numerous
bags of goodies.



   She was aware that Wendy, mom, and even Lance the Doctor staring at her.
Bobbie very carefully placed the bags on the floor, and then ran upstairs.
She came down a few minutes later.  The vintage dress she had been wearing
was replaced by baggy sweat clothes.  At least the shirt would be baggy in
a little while.  Right now it fit distressingly tight over her ample
cleavage.



   Bobbie took a deep breath.  "Wendy, I don't want to wait for tomorrow!
Let's get this over with right now!"



   "Sure kiddo.  I'm all ready for you."



   The four of them got into Alyssa's Cadillac, and headed out.  Bobbie was
watching, and saw Alan as they passed him.  Her friend hadn't even waited
for the bus.  He slowly ambled along, in the general direction of his
apartment building six miles away.



   "Honey?" Alyssa asked softly.  "Maybe we should pick Alan up.  I bet
he'd like to be there to give you moral support."



   "No!" Bobbie shouted.  "I, I'm sorry mom.  I'm okay, really." She
bravely held back her tears.  "I, I'll see him tomorrow."



   Lance patted Bobbie's hand.  "Hey kid, everything will be fine.  Your
sister is all set, and I have everything ready to help ease you back to
normal."



   "Normal, yeah." Bobbie sighed.  What the hell did normal even mean any
more?  She looked up.  "Okay, let's get me turned back to normal!  The
faster I get back to being a guy, the faster I can forget about this whole
stupid mess!"



   They trooped up to the warehouse.  Officer Michaels admitted them with a
smile.  "Family gathering I see.  Hello Mrs.  Shay, nice to see you again.
I saw Captain Andrews just the other day." He gave her a saucy wink.  "I
hear he almost caught some nasty exhibitionist in the act at the park a
couple weeks ago."



   Alyssa grinned.  "What a shame.  Did they recover any evidence?"



   Officer Michaels laughed.  "Just a pair of silk panties draped over the
railing around the duck pond, Ma'am."



   "Oh, that's were they ended up, um, I mean maybe next time he'll be more
lucky."



   The gruff older man laughed.  "Maybe next time some hot to trot ex-cop
will remember not to stand too close to a streetlight while enjoying her
retirement.  Captain Andrews has very good eyesight."



   "Oh shit!  I suppose everyone is talkig about me back at the station
again!"



   He held up his right hand, finger and thumb almost touching.  "Maybe
just a little bit.  I talked to Rita.  She says that if somebody stops by
the evidence locker in the next week or two after the heat blows over, she
has a little gift to give you."



   "Oh hell!" Alyssa laughed.  "I guess I better go.  Those damn panties
were my favorite!"



   "Mother!" Wendy giggled.  "You are such a tramp!  Come on.  We're here
to help Bobbie, not talk about your glorious conquests in the park!"



   As they filed past and headed down the hall, even Bobbie smiled a little
at the obvious interest officer Michaels had in Doc Lance.  The smile froze
a little, when Bobbie realized that she too thought the big muscular man
was sexy as hell.  Would her orientation slip back after she was changed?
Bobbie sighed.  It didn't really matter.  She was fine with the idea of
being gay.  She just wished Alan would be the one to stay in her life if
she was!



   Wendy led them into the lab.  "Everything's set, Kiddo." She smiled
kindly.  "I know it's embarrassing, but it's just for safety's sake. 
Please get undressed, and take a quick shower.  I want no chance of
extraneous DNA hitching a ride on your body and confusing things again. 
Nothing bad will happen this time though.  The machine will simply shut
down until I can reset it."



   Bobbie glanced at the emergency shower in the corner of the spacious
room.  She felt her face go warm.  "Um, Lance, could, could you please turn
around?"



   The big man looked startled.  "Oh, yes, of course!  I won't peek."



   Wendy looked at her intended groom and grinned.  "You better not, big
boy!"



   She hurried out of her clothes.  "I won't need these any more!" she said
almost sadly as she tossed her pretty red bra and panties aside.  She
stepped into the shower and pulled the large handle to start the water
flowing.  Thank Goodness the water was warm!  It was still embarrassing to
shower in front of mom and Wendy, but she guessed it needed to be done.  It
didn't help that mom was staring right at her, nodding as if she approved
of how her body looked while wet.  Bobbie lathered up with the scentless
antibacterial soap she found, and did a swift but careful job in cleansing
her body.



   "I'm ready sis." Bobbie said shyly.  "Do I need to dry off?"



   "No, the water is sterile.  It won't cause any harm." Wendy gestured
towards her machine.  "Just stand on the dais, just like you did last time.
This will be over before you know it!"



   Hanging her head, Bobbie trudged to the small round platform.  She
stepped up onto it, and sighed.  "I'm ready.  Energize!"



   Wendy started the sequence.  All the indicators read green and go.  She
activated the scanning sub-routine.  "Oh crap!" she uttered as red lights
began flashing, and a loud klaxon began to sound.  "System shut down.  The
computer detected a secondary DNA pattern again.  Let me check things out
and then we can reset."



   Careful not to touch anyone or anything, Bobbie joined his sister at the
controls.  "I washed really good sis." She said.  "What's wrong?"



   Wendy's eyes opened wide as she checked her readouts.  "Bobbie, um, I
have to tell you something.  You have to be strong, okay?"



   "I, um, sure sis!  What's going on?" She gulped dramatically.  "Am, am I
sick or something?"



   "No, you're almost disgustingly healthy." Wendy smiled sweetly. 
"Washing wouldn't have helped eliminate this secondary DNA source.  Bobbie,
I have to tell you.  You're pregnant.  I'd say at least twelve hours along,
estimating by the position of the fertilized egg in your fallopian tube. 
It's just a single cell right now, but it has a distinct and unique DNA
trace."



   Bobbie opened her eyes wide.  "Oh shit!  I knew we should have used
condoms, uh, I mean how could that happen?"



   Alyssa smiled.  "Bobbie dear, you aren't in trouble.  It's perfectly
okay if you and your friend decided to, um, take a test drive."



   "Mother!" Bobbie and Wendy shouted together.



   Averting his eyes, Lance moved a little closer.  "What happens now,
sweetheart?"



   Wendy sighed.  "Everybody needs to stand back.  I have to pull the
mother-board from the control center.  I have to manually reset it.  It may
take me an hour or two.  This is delicate work, and I don't want to fry the
board.  It took me over nine months to build this one, and I don't have a
backup."



   Watching as Wendy donned protective anti-static gloves, Bobbie was torn
by all the new and strange feelings running through her.  "Will it be safe
to change me back?" she asked with a glint of hope.  "Does being, uh,
pregnant ruin my chances of turning back into a guy?"



   Wendy took the board over to her workbench, and mounted it in a holding
bracket.  "No, it's okay.  Once I reset the board, everything will be fine.
It's only one cell.  Your body will have no trouble absorbing it, once I
instruct the system to ignore that particular DNA sequence."



   Nobody seemed to notice as Bobbie stood there, breathing raggedly.  Not
even thinking, she ran naked across the room.  "Get away!" she cried, as
she shoved Wendy to the floor.  Bobbie saw a hammer hanging in its place on
the wall.  She snatched it up without thinking.  "The machine is broken!"
she cried as she raised the hammer high.



   Lance lunged to make a grab at Bobbie's raised arm, but Alyssa grabbed
his instead.  "Let her be." She whispered as Bobbie struck out.



   Arm over her face to protect her eyes, Bobbie rained blow after blow
onto the delicate circuitry as she screamed out in rage.  "I hate this
machine!" she sobbed, but kept on striking.  "I hate it!  I never want to
see it again for the rest of my life!" Splinters of board flew everywhere
as irreplaceable components twisted and smashed.  "I'm normal now!  I am!
This stupid machine isn't normal!"



   "Bobbie, it's okay!" Wendy said softly as her sister continued to bash
the hammer onto the now completely destroyed board.  "The machine is
broken. I can't fix it, and I can't change you back."



   Bobbie dropped the hammer and just stood there sobbing, body shaking as
tears streamed down her lovely face.  "I, I'm sorry!" she wailed.  "Oh God,
I want to stay like this!  I want to stay being a girl forever!"



   Alyssa rushed to her younger daughter, and held her tightly.  "Of course
you want to stay like this!" she kissed the sobbing girl.  "We all want
whatever you want, sweetheart!"



   "You're, you're not mad at me, mommy?" Bobbie sobbed against her
mother's breast, sounding like a child.  "You, you don't think I'm weird or
messed up because I wanna stay being a pretty girl?"



   "Sweetheart, I love my beautiful daughters!" Alyssa proclaimed joyfully.
"There's nothing weird or strange about it.  I'm so very lucky to have the
two most charming and beautiful daughters any mother would be proud to
have!"



   Wendy tapped her sister on the shoulder.  "Kiddo, I was hoping you'd
make this decision.  I swear to you right now.  Anson MacDonald has given
up all research on matter transmission, as entirely too impractical.  The
remaining equipment will be broken down and cannibalized for parts.  I
guarantee that this machine will never function again.  I'm destroying all
notes and diagrams too.  It may be a century before anyone stumbles on my
technique.  Nobody on this Earth will ever be able to change my pretty
little sister into a man!  I stake my reputation as a Mad Scientist on it!"
She grinned.  "How does that sound to you, kiddo?"



   Bobbie wiped the tears from her eyes.  "Oh sis, that sounds wonderful!
I'm sorry I knocked you down." Her eyes opened wide with sudden
realization. "Oh crap!  I'm knocked up!  What do I do now?"



   Alyssa laughed.  "Have a baby, that's what!  Here's a warning though. 
Nobody better let me hear them calling me grandma!"



   The naked young woman pulled away from her mother.  "I gotta find Alan!
I need to find him right now!" She ran for the door.  "Mom, throw me the
keys!  I'll go get him!  He's still walking home.  I have to tell him I'm
staying!"



   Lance couldn't help laughing.  "Try getting dressed first, Bobbie.  Do
you want to get picked up by the cops, like your mother?"



   They all laughed when Bobbie squealed and made a dive for her discarded
clothes.  "Lance, don't look at me!  I'm naked!"



   "I noticed." He said, as Wendy punched his arm.



   The big Cadillac cruised slowly down the road, tracing the route they
had used to get to the lab.  Bobbie fidgeted nervously.  She had no idea
what she would say to him, she just knew in her heart that she needed to
see Alan as soon as possible!  "Stop the car!" she cried, spotting the lone
figure trudging along.  "Oh mom, pull over!"



   The car didn't even come to a complete stop when Bobbie threw open the
door and leapt out.  She ran down the sidewalk.  "Alan!  Alan, I'm still
here!  I'm not leaving!"



   He slowly turned, joy and wonder lighting his face brighter then the
setting sun.  "You're not going?" he asked softly, as the most beautiful
girl in the world ran towards him, wearing ratty old sweat clothes.



   "I'm pregnant, so I smashed the machine." She shouted, as if that made
perfect logical sense.  "I'm staying like this for the rest of my life!"



   Alan dropped to his knees.  When the girl of his dreams drew close, he
grabbed her hands in an almost painful grip.  A sob tore from his throat.
"Bobbie, I love you!" he shouted to the world.  "You're my best friend, and
I love you with all my heart and soul!  I never want you to leave me! 
Please God, say you'll marry me!"



   "Oh, yes!" she cried, never noticing the blaring horns, cheers and
applause from the cars piling up in a traffic jam thanks to her mother just
stopping in the middle of the road.  "Yes Alan!  I love you so much, and I
want to be your wife!"



   "Oh, thank you!" he sobbed in heartfelt joy.  His eyes opened wide. 
"Did you say, pregnant?"



   Bobbie blushed prettily.  "I, um, I did.  Please don't be mad.  We
shoulda bought some condoms.  I just didn't think of it."



   Alan had a rather silly grin on his face.  "You're pregnant?  You're
pregnant!" He jumped to his feet and pulled his beloved to him.  "You've
seen my porn collection." He whispered in her ear.



   Bobbie giggled.  "I know.  I also remember a certain someone telling,
uh, that other Bobbie, how you love pregnant women with big ol' titties."
She giggled again.  "We're going to have a family!" she playfully pressed
her breast against him.  "Just think how big these puppies will be when
they're full of milk!"



   Alan laughed.  "I just got a big raise at work, too.  We got the
contract to begin decommissioning all the power pylons in the area since
the last power plants have finally shut down.  That's tons of steel and
copper ripe for the recycling!" he kissed her again.  "I guess what I'm
saying is, I'm buying us a big house just as soon as I can!  We need a lot
of bedrooms.  I'm gonna keep you barefoot and pregnant, Bobbie!"



   "I'll give you a big family." Bobbie promised with a sparkle in her
eyes. "You'll be in charge of dairy inspection.  Your job will be to sample
my milk, and tell me if it tastes different from one pregnancy to the next,
okay?"



   Alan strained against his jeans.  "Oh God, Bobbie, you're getting me so
hard!"



   "Excuse me, young lady." Alyssa called from the car.  "I think it's
wonderful that you two are so happy, but do you really need to keep
shouting about your private preggy fetishes on the side of the road? 
Everyone can hear you, you know."



   Blushing beet red, Bobbie grabbed Alan's arm and dragged him to the car.
"Sorry mom!" she muttered as they slipped into the vehicle, amid all the
laughter and cheers from the other cars.



   "I was wondering." Wendy asked Lance to break the awkward silence. 
"What are your feelings towards pregnant women?"



   "Sis!" Bobbie gasped, but nobody paid attention to her.  Alan sort of
did, but it was the attention of his hand slowly slipping under her to
fondle her bottom.



   Lance grinned.  "Pregnant women are beautiful." He said with a hopeful
grin, waiting for Wendy to continue.



   "Good answer!" Wendy took his big strong hand, and placed it on her
flat, for the time being, tummy.  "When I decided to marry you, I
neutralized my anti-pregnancy inoculation.  I'm not as sure as Bobbie is,
but I'm fairly confidant that I'm knocked up."



   He kissed her.  "Wendy, I thought I was happy before, now I know I am!
Thank you!"



   The car swerved a little bit.  "Honey, that's great!" Alyssa cheered
from the driver's seat.  "Remember what I said about the "G" word though!"



   "I'll remember, granny!" Wendy laughed.



   "Don't look now, sis!" Bobbie giggled.  "Mom's about to go from MILF to
GILF!  As in Granny I'd like to fuck!"



   "I am nobody's granny!" Alyssa announced.  "I'll have you know I'm in
the prime of life." She sounded a little embarrassed.  "I'll also have you
know that I had a little mix-up.  I thought I was starting Menopause, so I
didn't renew my anti-pregnancy inoculation." She laughed.  "Oh hell.  When
I lost my panties in the park with Richard, I gained a baby in my belly in
exchange!" she paused, and for once sounded truly embarrassed.  "It may
have been Frank in the back of his pickup truck.  Oh hell!  I'm not quite
sure who it was!  I "dated" six guys around the time I got shot down!"



   Wendy exploded with laughter.  "At the same time?"



   "No, Smarty-Pants!  I'm a one on one kinda girl!" Alyssa giggled.  I did
see three different men on one busy day though.  That was exhausting, let
me tell you!"



   Lance gasped.  "Holy shit!  The Shay house is gonna be Hormone central!"
he shook his head, unable to hide his grin.  "It's gonna be a mess when all
those cravings kick in!"



   Wendy elbowed him in the ribs.  "Cut it out, you're scaring Bobbie!"

   Bobbie glared at Alan, who showed active proof in his tight jeans on
what he thought of a house full of pregnant women.  "I am not scared!" She
elbowed Alan.  "Somebody else should be if I catch him eyeing anyone else's
big tits and baby-belly!" she giggled.  "I'm just kidding.  You can look,
but just don't touch!"



   After much thought, it was decided that the Shay women would have a
triple wedding.  Alyssa had fallen hard for her Richard.  The smitten young
intern knew the score.  He was thrilled over the idea of starting a family,
even if he only had a one in six shot at being the biological father. 
Richard, Alan and Lance proudly made the three of them honest women in a
joint ceremony that received quite a bit of coverage in the local and
national news outlets.  People were titillated over the famous Wendy Shay,
centerfold model, her mother and sister, all being obviously several months
pregnant as they walked down the aisle together in matching virginal white
gowns.



   Bobbie looked at her mother and sister nervously and took a deep breath.
"Okay, I'm ready.  If you guys can do this, then so can I!" In her eighth
month.  Bobbie felt like a whale, but everyone kept right on assuring her
about how pretty she was.  "Let's do this!"



   Alyssa grinned.  "It looks like Bobbie also inherited the exhibition
gene." She said while rubbing a hand lovingly on her own firmly round
gravid belly.  "Wendy, I'm glad you suggested this."



   Wendy smiled.  "Playboy has been bugging me for months to do a baby-bump
layout once they learned I was knocked up.  When I told them my mom and kid
sister would be willing to join me in the shoot, they simply jumped on the
idea!  Sorry I had to refuse the Reality TV show deal though, guys.  That
would have seriously interfered with my research into anti-gravity.  I
don't dare let a camera crew catch me sneaking off to my lab!"



   Alyssa laughed.  "A photo layout is one thing.  TV crews would have
seriously cramped Richard and my style.  It was bad enough getting caught
in the Smarty-Mart fitting room before the poor dear could pull his pants
back up." She giggled.  "Or I could get up off of my knees and find
something to wipe off my messy face."



   Bobbie giggled.  "I'm just glad my producer is okay with the idea.  I
was afraid they'd recast my role as lead dub actress on "Battling Princess
Rio" since I'm a complete unknown.  They never cast the lead role using a
video some third party posted on Youtube as an audition before.  I am so
glad somebody posted that clip of my singing at the Con!  They say that the
creator of the series personally picked me to be the American Rio! 
Thankfully everyone on the project seems to think me posing naked will get
a larger demographic of older men to buy the series when it's officially
launched in the United States."



   The photographer smiled as the trio of lovely blonde naked pregnant
women happily chatted together.  "Quiet girls!" she shouted with a clap of
her hands.  "It's time to make the magics!" The flash began to fire.  "This
is going to be our biggest issue ever!"