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Subject: Repost TG: Life With Brian 2/3

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Hi.  

This is the first story I've ever written.  Let me know if you like =
it, or if you think it needs more work.

Thanks

Becky



Life with Brian Part Two
by Rebecca A.


***

During the next week I explored a couple of aspects of my body I =
hadn't known about before.  My nipples were no longer sore, but they =
felt great when I touched them.  I played with them idly one morning, =
and although I didn=B9t get an erection I got the most wonderful =
feelings from them.  One morning in the bathroom after our run when =
Brian had gone off to college I experimented a little to see how much =
like a girl I was becoming.  I tied my hair up and tried to thin my =
eyebrows out a little.  I remembered reading years ago in one of my =
Mom's magazines that you had to do that from underneath the brows =
rather than on top.  I only took a little off, it hardly seemed =
noticeable.  Brian didn't notice it when he came home

Next day I went a little bit further.  I had been tidying Brian's =
room the day before and noticed a box of Ashleigh=B9s stuff in the =
bottom of the closet.  It was just some old makeup, a couple of =
lipsticks and some eyeliner and a dried up mascara.  So I tried on =
the lipstick and the eyeliner.  I couldn=B9t get anything out of the =
mascara, it seemed like it was all dried up.  I didn't much like the =
way the lipstick looked, either, I guessed it was the wrong colour =
for me since Ashleigh had dark hair and mine is blonde.  But it was =
an interesting experiment.  I thinned my eyebrows ever so slightly =
again the next day.

I realised a few weeks later that my body was still changing.  We =
were jogging, and although I'd bound my breasts up I could feel the =
weight on my chest moving around a little as we ran.  Next day I did =
the bandage up tighter but there was still a bit of discomfort.  I =
noticed after the shower that my breasts seemed to have grown a bit =
more.  They didn't look much bigger, but they felt kind of heavier.  =
And the nipples were definitely larger.  Maybe I should stop playing =
with them, I thought.

The other thing was that I wasn't needing to shave quite as much.  I =
had never needed to shave more than twice a week, anyway. The hairs =
didn't seem to be getting any thinner (well, maybe a little) but they =
weren=B9t growing as fast.  One morning I decided to just pluck the =
ones I could see instead of shaving them.  There were only about =
twenty or thirty.  I had always hated shaving, and not having to made =
my skin feel a lot better.  But I kept shaving my legs.  I asked =
myself why I was doing it, because I thought it was a little bit =
kinky.  But I guess in the context of the way my body was changing it =
was the least thing I needed to worry about.  It did mean that I =
needed to wear long sweat pants when jogging with Brian, though.

I started to jog a bit less strenuously, and found that if I moved a =
little differently there was less impact and I could still run =
comfortably.  I was pleased, since I figured a lower impact would =
help prevent injuries anyway.

I was being more careful about how much of myself I let Brian see.  =
Because I slept in the living room I didn=B9t have a lot of privacy, =
but I was always up and dressed before Brian even stirred so there =
wasn=B9t that much chance he=B9d see me naked.  Just in case I took =
to getting dressed in the bathroom so there wasn't any chance at all =
of trouble.  

My clothes started to be hard to wear.  My jeans just didn't seem to =
fit right any more, they were way too small around my hips - =
painfully tight in fact.  And way too loose around the waist.  I =
tried belting them in a bit, but that made the size of my waist way =
too obvious.  It made me look too much like a girl, and I was worried =
Brian was gonna say something if I did that.  I still hadn=B9t saved =
much money, but I knew I was gonna have to do something about buying =
some jeans that fit.  

I went shopping during the next week, and bought two new pairs of =
jeans from the Gap.  The saleswoman and I spent a lot of time trying =
to find the right size.  The first thing I told her, without =
thinking, was my old size, and she looked at me kind of weird.  =
Eventually we found some that fit.  I wasn=B9t sure what to think =
when I noticed they were 'classic women's fit'.

Brian complimented me on the new jeans when he saw them on me, and =
strangely I blushed.  I was pleased he liked them.  I realised when I =
tried them on with some of my other stuff, though, that my old =
clothes were getting too faded and ratty for me to keep wearing them =
for much longer.  And my shirts kind of hung on me, since I'd lost so =
much weight up around my shoulders.

Since my hips and butt had gotten so much bigger I was having trouble =
with my old underwear, too.  I stole a couple of pairs of panties =
from Ashleigh=B9s stuff, and they fit very well.   I also found that =
I was a lot more comfortable in the jeans if I tucked my penis behind =
me inside the panties.  What the heck, I figured, panties and such =
like were the least of my worries.  I wasn=B9t queer, I was just =
turning into a girl!

Work was pretty boring, but I was grateful for the money, however =
small it was.  I'd been for three more jobs recently, but now I was =
having to explain to the interviewers what I'd been doing for the =
past year or so.  'Home duties' didn=B9t seem to really cut it with =
them.  I couldn't mention the job with John because that was off the =
books, and the only other job I'd ever had was those three short =
months back home.  My future seemed bleak, so I was glad when John =
offered me an extra day at work, and then an extra half day as well.  =
I did notice he'd started acting a bit different around me, though, =
which I took as a sign that he actually knew I existed.  He was even =
pretty nice a few times.  Of course whenever Barbara came in she and =
I had a great time talking and laughing, but I tried not to seem like =
I was slacking off.  We had both stopped the yoga classes together, =
although I still practised at home every morning after jogging, so it =
was great that I still got to see her from time to time through work. =
 Apart from Brian she was really the only friend I had in LA.

It had been four more months since I'd first noticed the changes that =
were happening to me, and the weather was starting to get warmer.  My =
hair was now down to just above my waist.  In the supermarket I =
noticed people started to mistake me for a girl from time to time, =
especially if I had my hair out.  I also noticed it was getting =
harder to bind my breasts up.  So around the house when Brian was out =
I stopped bandaging them up.  Every afternoon when I wasn't working I =
had a little nap, and afterward I=B9d put the bandage on and get up =
to prepare dinner.  In the mornings, though, I would let them hang =
free, which felt much more comfortable.

A couple of times I tried on some of the things that were left in =
Ashleigh=B9s side of the closet.  There wasn't a lot there, just a =
few dresses and a couple of blouses and skirts.  Mostly they fitted =
me pretty well.  Each time I tried them on I marvelled at the way my =
body had developed, but I also felt guilty rummaging through her =
things.  I didn't do it often.  Out of more curiosity I bought myself =
a better color lipstick and some cheap mascara one afternoon.  I =
didn=B9t have anywhere to wear it, but I was trying to figure out =
more about who I was becoming.  It looked much better than Ashleigh's =
old colours.  I started to think I might even be a little bit good =
looking.

The thing that made me finally go to a doctor a few months later was =
that my penis seemed to be shrinking slightly.  I hadn=B9t had an =
erection in over two years now, since just after I'd moved to LA.  =
That didn't really worry me, especially since I got so much pleasure =
out of playing with my breasts.  But although a lot of the other =
changes that had happened to me hadn=B9t bothered me much I thought I =
should go and get all this checked out.  After all, inside I was =
still a guy even if my body was beginning to resemble a game show =
hostess.

I had saved a bit of money, enough for a visit to the doctor.  I went =
late one afternoon.  At reception I introduced myself as Chris =
Neilsen, and didn't have to wait long before I was called by the =
doctor, a pretty woman in her mid-thirties who was about my height.  =
In her office we talked for a short while and then she started =
looking at me a bit strangely.  She looked at the notes the =
receptionist had made, which were basically just my name and address =
and the fact that I didn=B9t have insurance, and then she said "So, =
Chris is short for...?"

As soon as I said Christopher I knew from her expression what the =
problem was.  She had thought I was a girl, too.  So that made it =
easier to tell her what the problem was, since clearly she could see! =
 She had me undress and then she examined me.  "You obviously have =
some kind of hormonal imbalance", she said.  "How long has your body =
been like this?"  I told her the whole story, about losing all the =
weight and everything else.  She asked me how I felt about the =
changes and I shrugged.  I figured I shouldn=B9t have been worried =
but really I was kind of used to things, it had all happened so =
slowly.  And there were some things I liked.  I know I was more =
sensitive in a lot of ways, especially to smells and touch and subtle =
sounds.  I didn=B9t mind that.

She told me I should buy myself a sports bra if I was going to keep =
running, at least until she could arrange for a mastectomy.  When she =
said that word I flinched involuntarily, which she noticed.  I =
didn=B9t want anyone to cut into my breasts!  She murmured something =
like "if that=B9s what you decide you want" and told me to get =
dressed.

What did I want?  Who knows?

I walked out of her office and down to the bus stop feeling kind of =
odd.  So, she=B9d told me I had a hormonal imbalance.  Like, duh!  =
She couldn't tell me why without a whole lot of tests.  She did tell =
me that I was otherwise incredibly healthy and fit, which I pretty =
much knew.  Apart from that virus back before I lost weight I hadn't =
been sick for years, and since I exercised almost every day I knew my =
body was in great shape.  It was just a strange shape!

As I stood at the bus stop I noticed in the corner of my eye that a =
guy was looking me over.  Then I realised I hadn=B9t put my bandage =
back on after I'd left the doctor, and he could see my nipples =
clearly outlined through my t-shirt.  I crossed my arms to try to =
cover them, which had the paradoxical effect of pushing my bust line =
higher.  Fortunately the bus came at that moment and I got on.  He =
remained at the stop, so I guess it wasn't his route.  As the bus =
pulled away I caught his eye again, and surprised myself by giving =
him a wink and a smile.  He grinned back at me, and for some reason I =
felt really good.

By the time I got home it was getting late.  I stopped off at the =
mini-mart down the street and got some ice-cream for dinner.  Yi, the =
Taiwanese woman who ran the place, gave me an enormous smile when she =
saw me, and told me how well I was looking.  I realised I was still =
smiling, ever since that guy at the bus stop.  We chatted briefly as =
we always did when I went to the mart for anything,  then I hurried =
back home.  I did like how that guy had made me feel.  That was =
pretty weird, wasn't it?

I walked up the stairs singing softly to myself, swinging the plastic =
bag with the icecream in it and thinking about what I was going to =
cook Brian for dinner.  I opened the door and was sailing blithely =
through the living room when he appeared in the doorway to the =
kitchen and said "Hi, I=B9m home early".  

"Hi," I said cheerfully, before I noticed his eyes go straight to my =
chest,  they flicked straight back up again, and he tried to keep the =
expression on his face fixed, but I had noticed him looking at my =
breasts and I blushed.  I squeezed past him into the kitchen and put =
the icecream into the freezer.  I didn't know what to say as I turned =
around.

He couldn't stop looking at my chest, though he was trying hard not =
to.  I folded my arms again.

"Uh, Chris..."  he gurgled.

I had my back to the fridge, and I sank down to the floor and put my =
head my knees.  Uh oh.  What was he gonna say, now that he knew?  =
Brian wasn't just my best friend, he was practically my only friend.  =
He walked over to me and bent down to take my hand.  I looked up at =
him and he pulled me to my feet.  I was terrified.  Was he gonna hit =
me?  What?  Instead he hugged me.  I could feel his hands on my back, =
and my breasts flattened against his chest.  I realised for the first =
time just how much bigger than me he was.  He probably weighed at =
least twice what I did and then some.  

He pulled back from me and looked me up and down, paying particular =
attention to my breasts again.  I tossed my hair behind me and tried =
to smile, but I guess I was really looking like I was gonna burst =
into tears.

"Wow", Brian said.  Then I did burst into tears.  He hugged me again, =
and then he poured us both a large tumbler of Scotch each.  I slugged =
mine down, and he poured me another.  "Did you know you're =
beautiful?"  he suddenly said to me.

Well, that caused some strange reactions in me!  I blushed again, and =
looked away.  I was secretly pleased.  And then I realised, for the =
very first time, that I loved Brian.  Not the way guys like each =
other.  I actually loved him in a really deep way, and in a physical =
way, too.  I realised that he=B9d known that things were changing =
between us for a while, but he had been too kind to say anything to =
me - until today, when he couldn't pretend he didn't know because he =
couldn't take his eyes off my tits.  

I raised my eyes to meet his again and he tilted my face up to him =
and bent to kiss me.  I just melted into him.  He kissed me and =
touched me and then I felt his hand moving up to my breast and it =
felt so good!  After a little while I kind of lost track of what was =
happening, because everything he was doing felt wonderful.  Then he =
actually picked me up and carried me into his room.  

He stood me beside the bed and undid the button on my jeans and began =
to pull them down.  He looked a little surprised when he saw the =
panties, but he didn=B9t say anything.  He pulled my t-shirt over my =
head.  He began to undo his own clothing as he bent to kiss my neck, =
and then my chest.  After he had his shirt off he lifted me onto the =
bed, standing, so that my nipples were at the height of his mouth, =
and he flicked his tongue over them as he took his own jeans off.  I =
moaned and closed my eyes.  Then he lifted me again and lay me down =
on the bed.  

He explored my body with his mouth for a long time, kissing me on my =
belly and my thighs and my breasts and even on the arches of my feet. =
 I was on fire.  I was running my hands over his body and loving the =
way he felt - his body was so different to my own!  Eventually I came =
to his cock, and when I felt it I opened my eyes in surprise.  It was =
enormous, at least it was now that it was fully erect.  I stroked it =
a few times and he smiled gently at me and then went back to kissing =
me again.  Then, as though he could bear it no longer, he rolled me =
over on the bed and tore down my panties, and then I could feel him =
applying something slick and wet to my anus.  I tensed a little, but =
I didn't say anything.  If this was what he wanted...

He told me again how beautiful he thought I was, and then came into =
me gently - at least I think he was trying to be gentle.  But it felt =
like agony, he felt way too big for me.  I whimpered, and he =
withdrew.  Then he brushed my hair off to one side and kissed my neck =
until I relaxed, then came in me again, this time forcefully.  He =
held my shoulders and pumped into me, and the pain gradually gave way =
to a different feeling, a good feeling.  I did love Brian, and I =
loved it that he liked the things that had happened to me, and it was =
good to have him inside me like this.  After a while, as I was =
starting to enjoy the sensations, he tensed and shuddered and came =
into me in an enormous series of spasms.  A few moments later he =
withdrew.  I could feel his seed inside me.  He lay behind me with my =
back to him, and cupped my breasts and stroked them some more.  I =
smiled.  I felt great, better than I ever had when I'd had sex with a =
girl, even though I didn't come.  I  snuggled into him as he held me =
and told me he loved me.  I warm glow went through me and we lay =
there together for a very long time.

***

Continued in Part Three


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