Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Medicine, Part 1 by Sarah Tandomwerk Author's note: I have to admit, I don't know where I initially planned to take this at all, if I even had a plan. But after I finished "Milk, Milk, Lemonade..." I went back through my notes and ideas and this one was so much more written than I thought (I literally thought I only had a line of an idea but it was pretty much all there lol), so I decided to fill in what gaps there were and post it as a first part. Maybe you guys can give me an idea where you want it to go in reviews :) - I'd never spoken a lot to Harriet Matthews though I always felt a certain kinship with her. We were both very quiet and withdrawn, known as loners in the classes we shared. We'd often get thrown together on the rare occasion it was compulsory to work with a partner on something, and we'd mumble the bare minimum to get by but mostly we'd work alone and do a convincing job at the end of an assignment of bringing our stuff together for presentation. So there had to be some kind of understanding, I guess, even if we were as uncomfortable with each other as we were with anybody else, or ourselves. Today was biology and we were once again meant to form teams. As always I pretended I hadn't heard the instruction, watched the others pairing up, waiting to be forced into engaging with another soul. Often in other classes there would be an uneven number, I'd be left alone and the teacher would concede that I was able to work by myself. Sometimes I found other excuses to be left alone. But Harriet was just as alone as me. I looked up to see her putting her stuff on my workbench. "I guess it's us again..." she weakly smiled. She was pretty in a mousy way. She never wore makeup or did her hair like the other girls, nor did she dress anything special. Her face had a light fuzz to it like a peach. Her lips were incredibly sexy - curved and pointy in all the right places. Her thick eyebrows arched dramatically giving her a constant look of bemusement with everything like she knew something the world did not. Her nose was round and slightly bulbous but perfectly tiny. Her eyes could cut glass when focussed. I had often thought if I ever had a girlfriend it could be someone like Harriet. But I never knew how to do all that stuff. My heart sank as Mr. Walker told us we'd be expected to finish writing up today's work in these teams at home. I thought fast. "Sir, I don't think my mum will let me bring a friend home at this short notice." "Mum," felt silly on my tongue in class and I felt my cheeks burning. It was a fair protest, but it wasn't true. My parents wouldn't even know if I brought someone home for a couple of hours, even a girl. "It's ok we can go to mine," Harriet said, smiling at me. I looked at her, my surprise that she wouldn't play along with my lie probably clear on my face. "I..." it was no good making Harriet feel stupid too,"I guess I'll call them..." I said. "Excellent," Mr. Walker clapped his hands together. Excellent. - It's strange enough entering a friend's house for the first time. It's not just the always subtle and interesting change in smell, the whole atmosphere is different, like going to another world. Harriet slowly closed the door behind her and I felt completely helpless. It's even stranger being in a stranger's bedroom - a girl's bedroom - so soon after so much other disorientation. And what a girl's bedroom it was - it was exciting in its sheer old fashioned-ness. So much white. Soft pink piping. A doll's house - a proper, old doll's house, the kind I'd only seen in horror films, standing almost as tall as us against the wall. It wasn't Harriet at all. But I guess I really didn't know her. "I... guess I need to decorate, but there's always something else," she mumbled, sitting down on the end of her bed. "It's pretty," I stepped forward, not knowing where to plant myself. "Pretty" sounded almost sillier than "mum". Burning cheeks again. "You can sit next to me if you want," she smiled again. I felt my whole body shaking. It wasn't all my usual nerves, this was something else. Something about this room was just so, so new to me. "I like you." Her words instantly stopped the shakes. "I like you too," I smiled, but couldn't meet her eyes with mine. "Well I guess we should finish this," she said, taking her satchel off her shoulder and pulling out her books, "then we can have some fun." Fun... Her words kept stopping my mind in its tracks. I hadn't really gone round to friend's houses, not even boys, for years, I preferred to read and watch TV on my own, at home. I didn't really know what fun meant anymore - especially to a girl. I felt excited and nervous all over again. "Oh..." Harriet laughed. One of the books had fallen open on the reproduction pages, with cartoon drawings of a girl and boy standing side by side, shameless like Adam and Eve, with all their privacy on display. Though it was just lines, and not very pretty ones at that, that Y shape between the girl's legs still made me feel funny. I'd still not seen one like that - just big hairy ones in my brother's magazines which made me feel funny too, just not as nice. Harriet laughed again, through her nose. I felt my cheeks burning again. I must've stared too long, but when I looked over her eyes were still on the pictures too. "You know they used to use real photos in these books. Kids too. It's all so stupid." Finally our eyes were locked on one another and this time I couldn't look away. She eyed me intensely like she was trying to see right inside me, and for a moment I felt like she could, felt naked. I felt a twitching, down there. "I'll show you... if you want..." I'm not sure how long I let those words hang in the air. I was dazed, dizzy. I didn't notice myself getting so hard. Suddenly she was closer, so close I felt her breath on my face. "I'll take my clothes off... if you do..." she spoke slowly, assuring me I hadn't heard wrong or misunderstood. "O... okay..." I realised my throat was dry and barely made a sound. My face must've looked like it was on fire. She put her hands on my cheeks, icy cold. It felt incredible. "We don't have to if you don't want to. I just thought you wanted to." "I... do want to..." I started breathing easier as my face cooled, "just I never did anything like this before..." She laughed again, every sound she made was beautiful, "you think I have?" She acted like she had, for sure. "OK I'll go first," she said, "I trust you." She walked over to the door and locked it, laughing through her nose again as she turned back to me, "now I trust you." She took her jacket off and unbuttoned her shirt faster than I expected. I didn't know where to look. I wondered if I should start taking something off. Harriet bit her lip, stepping towards me. "There's something I should tell you," she began, taking her shirt off. She had a sports bra on. Again she was getting closer than I expected her to. She didn't stop until the bra was brushing my face. I could smell the fabric softener. "You're not like the other boys," she said, "that's why I like you. I'm not like the other girls either." She sat on my knee and I felt the tightness of her skirt loosen as she reached behind her back and unfastened it. She stood up and let it fall to the floor. "I know I can trust you not to tell anyone," she continued, pulling down her tights. "Okay, are you ready?" she looked at me again with those arched, smirking eyebrows. I was so turned on I couldn't think straight enough to be afraid anymore. "Sure..." I looked at her thick cotton panties, wondering if it'd be that elusive Y I thought this hidden Harriet might have or the hairy type I guess I would've imagined her having before, if I'd even thought of her down there... She made up for the quickness with which she removed all the other things with this final reveal. Just as she pulled the panties down low enough for me to think she might be entirely hairless down there, she turned, teasing me, but it was exciting enough to see the crack of her butt being just as slowly unveiled. She lowered her panties to the floor and stepped out of them, then turned back, hands over her crotch. "Tada," she said flatly, taking her hands away and letting them hang at her side. Between her legs... it was a tiny uncircumcised, baby smooth penis. I'd never been so turned on by something so beyond my concept of sex in my life. I immediately wanted to wrap my lips around it as much if not more than I'd ever wanted to stick my tongue inside what I thought she had there. It was just so... perfect, yet... "You look disappointed," she said. "Well because it means we can't... I mean it's hot, you know but... we can't... you know..." "Do it?" she laughed yet another of her beautiful laughs. "Yeh..." She fondled her little cock making me feel funny "Well I can think of two ways at least..." "Yeh?" I sputtered not wanting to guess. "Well either I can put it in your butt or-" "Or I can put mine in yours?" "Well that's another way but what I was gonna say was - or you can take the same medicine I did -"" She reached over and opened the draw of her bedside table, taking out a small purple coloured vial. I felt myself getting harder in my pants at the impossible thought of what she was suggesting. "Medicine?" "Well, you know about periods right?" My cheeks burned again. I knew many boys in our class wouldn't - or they'd pretend they wouldn't. Boys just weren't supposed to know about those things. But, "Yeah..." I replied. I did. "Well I started mine earlier than most. And I hated it. My grandma was looking after me one time and saw how sad it was making me, and she gave me this. She used to work in a circus I guess and collected all kinds of old junk. I just take a few drops once a month that's all it takes. Have to avoid sports of course." "But isn't it - wasn't it -?" I didn't really know what I wanted to say. I was a mess of thoughts and feelings. "Oh it was really weird at first. She didn't exactly explain to me how it was gonna make things better down there. One day I was watching Drake and Josh though and... well..." she looked down at it smiling secretly, "I found out it wasn't so bad." It already didn't seem as odd to me as it might have hours previously. I was so turned on by the strange sight of this girl I had been crushing on since the day I first met her, with a dick between her legs. Imagining myself with no dick... with the pussy I now missed on her - with that cock going into me and that girl in my arms... I'd sometimes wondered if I was gay or transexual, but this would be neither. We'd be like impossible beings, a boy and a girl with the actual opposite genitals to what we were born with. What if I couldn't change back? I was surprised to find how little that thought worried me. "So you want some or not?" she waved the purple vial at me, biting her bottom lip a little, touching her smooth member with her free hand. "God yes-" the words escaped my mouth as naturally as gasping for air after a long dive. "Wait-" momentarily coming to my senses, "it's not permanent is it?" She eyed me again with those eyes and I realised I loved feeling this powerless. I was practically exploding in my pants. After what seemed like minutes she finally answered, "No, 2 drops equals one month. One drop doesn't seem to do a thing, though, so it's a month or nothing. To be honest I don't know what it does to boys but... I'd love to find out..." She came closer to me with the vial. I'd never been so close to another human being in my life. Her breasts touched my chest. She was still wearing the sports bra. I could feel her breathing. "Are you, I mean - are they -?" I awkwardly glanced at her chest. "It only changes down there. I'm all girl." She pulled the sports bra over her had and guided my hand up to one of them. I couldn't contain myself anymore. As if she knew, she put her hand down my pants and grabbed my erection. I came almost instantly with her fist tightly clutched around me. We fell to her bed and all I could do was disappear in her embrace. "It's ok," she said softly, still rubbing my wet cock. "Say ahh..." she took the cork out of the purple vial with her teeth and I obediently stuck my tongue out. Two glistening drops of liquid fell from the bottle. It tasted of parma violets, but bitter like echanacea. She kissed me as I passed out. - I woke up to Harriet staring at me with the secret smile on her face. "It's okay, you haven't missed it... it takes a while. Here -" She held out a glass of water for me. "I cleaned you up - you made quite a mess. Your head is probably spinning." "I think everything's spinning," I said. "What time is it?" I didn't feel right at all. Like my whole insides were jelly. I sat up to drink the water and realised I was naked from the waist down. "Don't worry I finished our work. Now we can watch." She stared at my crotch. "It feels - numb..." I touched my penis. It was sort of semi erect, but felt like it was drunk. I put the empty glass down on the dresser. "So thirsty." "Oh the bathroom is just through that door." She pointed. "Oh I don't need to -" but she was right. I suddenly need to pee badly. I got up and made my way to where Harriet had shown me. She looked excited as she followed. "It's starting," she said. I was unnerved as she followed me into the bathroom but I needed to go so badly I didn't think I'd suffer my usual pee shyness, and it was her bathroom. I stood over the bowl and lifted the seat. "You might wanna start getting used to sitting down..." she said, looking down at my hand on my penis. "For old time's sa-" I began but didn't finish. As I released, I immediately realised something was off. I looked down and saw my hand definitely still on my dick, but I felt my bladder releasing and a spray of warmth between my legs. Oh god, I thought, was I having diarrhoea in front of the first girl who ever wanted me, no matter how strange the circumstances? "Oh my god, I'm sorry..." I burst out, looking down as I turned to face Harriet, relieved to see only urine wetting the floor. "I don't know what - ow..." I felt a dull but definite tugging in my groin. "Come back to the bed." She reached out and took my hand. "Don't worry it happened to me the first few mornings. Try going sitting down with morning wood!" Her jovial calm wasn't really doing anything for me. She lay me down on the bed. "Open your legs more," she ordered, peering with fascination at my crotch. I tried to look too, but I'd always been terrible at sit-ups. "You have a little pee hole," she pointed, and touched somewhere completely new and sensitive below my balls. Wait - as I observed, as best I could, feeling with my own hand, I realised. "My balls are gone." "Uhuh," she couldn't stop touching me now. Her fingers were prodding the flesh between my legs making my penis burn with passion. But while it felt like I was getting harder, it was like every minute it was only getting smaller. Harriet seemed to read my mind again. She leaned forward and kissed my dwindling manhood, then fully wrapped her mouth around it and began gently sucking. I'd never felt such electricity in my life. I'd heard that real sex was so much more than touching oneself and understood as much from how crazy it seemed to make people but never really believed it. The intensity of feeling in my cock right now was so much I feared my whole bottom half could die when I finally released. Harriet sucked harder, and finally as she suddenly took her right forefinger and inserted it into my butt hole, I could take it no longer. My body shuddered like an earthquake and it felt like my very soul escaped my crotch into Harriet's perfect lips. She continued sucking as my body spasmed over and over, then licking something new as I began to re-enter the world. I felt her wetness enter me for the first time. Was that my ass, or? Harriet finally took a break from her licking as if she'd lost herself in the act as much as I had. She looked up, her eyes almost frighteningly wild. "I think it worked," she said and immediately resumed. I watched her tongue enter and I felt it but couldn't believe my eyes as I saw total flatness between my legs. My legs were still damp with pee and there was a patch of semen and saliva, and Harriet's tongue lapping at a perfectly hairless vagina - my vagina. It felt numb like my penis had earlier. I reached a hand down and touched where my penis used to be. "It's real," I gasped. I felt butterflies in my stomach. I'd wanted this but what was I going to do now? If this was going to last a month like Harriet said, I was going to have to hide it from people. It was incredible, impossible. "Harriet," I said, not really knowing what to say but just wanting her attention. She was still lapping like a kitten at my pussy. "Harriet..." She suddenly stopped and sat up at the foot of the bed. "Sorry. I kinda lost myself. You taste amazing." She looked genuinely embarrassed for the first time. Her penis looked bigger than it had been since I first saw it. She caught my gaze. "So..." "So..." I countered. She re-manoeuvred herself so her penis was more visible to me. If it had turned me on before to see such a thing between a girl's legs, then now it was actually capable of driving me insane. I knew what her "so" meant, and that wild look in her eyes, and I felt something in those new folds between my legs that I understood completely. It suddenly didn't matter that me and Harriet never talked much. Suddenly words weren't necessary. I lay back again and opened my legs. Harriet crawled on top of me. I felt like I might pass out again so rich was the mix of fear and desire in me at this moment. "Wait!" I stopped her, knowing it wouldn't be for long as I felt her tip brushing at something unimaginable down there, numbing my senses GOD I wanted her in me, "Can I get pregnant?" I asked. She arched her eyebrows and curled her lips, staring down at me, and whispered, "I have no idea..."