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Shifter (MF, sci-fi)
by J R D (jrdss@micronet.net)
Date: 9/2/00
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This is the first chapter in what I hope will be a serial story. Each
story standing independently, but strung together by common characters
and a common theme. You'll see what I mean when you read it.
Please note that all my standard diclaimers are missing. My stationery
file was for Eudora and I haven't switched it over yet. So, in brief:
Characters and story are mine by copyright law; Permission is granted
to post this to any free site so long as the story remains unchanged;
and if you're too young to read this - don't.
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THE SHIFTER Chap. 1
Peter Wilkins pulled himself out of the mud where he had been dumped.
As a small boy, only five foot, four inches, he was a regular target of
boys like David Lewis and his football buddies. He looked up and saw
David and his crew walking off, laughing at Peter's predicament. As
they left, Peter was sure he saw Jessica Lowe looking back at him with
a bit of regret.
As kids, he and Jessica had been best friends, but those times were now long
past. As they grew older, Jess had really developed. She was only five,
four, just like Peter, but had a body like a model. She had large boobs,
curvy hips, and a face that'd light up a room. Peter, on the other hand,
seemed stuck in eternal puberty. On top of his small height, his face still
retained its cherubic kid's appearance, and his body was girlishly slight.
All of which made him a target for all the bullying, big kids. The only
thing about him that wasn't girly was the dick between his legs. Almost as
an insult to the development the rest of his body wasn't showing, his dick
was a massive ten inches when erect, and fairly thick as well.
Jess, as one of the popular girls and David's girlfriend, was usually there
and watching as David harassed Peter. Peter thought he saw her disapproval,
but she never said a thing. Not that Peter blamed her. As a bisexual, if
David had been his boyfriend, he'd probably do the same.
Peter sighed, picked up his books, cleaned them off as well as he could, and
stuffed them back into his bag. He trudged home, feeling more than a bit
depressed. As soon as he walked through the door into his house, his mother
gave him a sympathetic look and said, "Oh, honey, those bullies still giving
you problems?"
Peter plopped his mud covered bag on the table. "What do you think?"
"Aw, buck-up, hun. Tomorrow's your fifteenth birthday. This is no way for
an almost birthday boy to act."
"I'm not feeling real birthday-ish."
"I understand." She pushed a lock of dirty hair out of his face. "Tell you
what. You go upstairs and get cleaned up. I'll bake you some cookies, and
you can drown your sorrows in cookies and milk."
Peter smiled. Mom always knew what he needed. "Thanks, mom," he said as he
leapt off the stool and ran upstairs. A hot shower and change of clothes
later, Peter was happily munching some cookies, drinking milk, and chatting
with his mom.
A couple hours later, his sister, Lorraine, walked in. "Hey, squirt."
Looking at her, an uninformed observer would've been hard pressed to find
any visible similarities betraying their common lineage. Lorraine (Lorrie
to friends and family) was five, eleven, athletic, and physically
well-endowed at a Double D cup. Of course, with both mom and dad's families
donating the genetics for large boobs, that was no surprise.
When Lorrie came in she had been feeling pretty good, but when she saw the
mud covered pack in the corner, her good mood left. "Don't tell me that
that punk, David, and his cronies are still harassing you."
"Yeah."
"Petey, why don't you wait for me after volleyball practice? I can walk you
home."
"Thanks, but I've got to learn to deal with this on my own."
Lorrie gave him a one arm hug. "Alright, but if you ever need me to run
interference, just ask."
"Thanks."
"Anytime. Hey, mom, I'm gonna miss dinner tonight. The principal is
requiring all the inter-mural sports teams to attend the pep rally tonight
for the big football game on Saturday." Although Peter was too young to
understand the reference, he was living in a Norman Rockwell painting. His
mom and dad were happily married, he and his sister rarely fought, and they
almost always had dinner together as a family, so it was actually something
significant that Lorrie would be absent.
Their mother nodded. "I understand."
Lorrie went upstairs and Peter said, "Man, that sucks."
"What?"
"Not only does David harass me, my own sister is required to go and pretend
to support him. Mom, you think dad would mind if I skipped actually going
to the football game?"
"Afraid he would."
Peter nodded. His father, during his high school years, had been a
quarterback, first string his entire senior year. Now, his father was one
of the biggest team boosters in town, and going to all the home games had
become a family affair. Peter shrugged. "I had to ask."
"If it's that important to you, I'm sure your father will understand."
"Naw. I wanna support dad and the team, just not David. At least he's not
first string. If I'm lucky, he won't even get to play." Peter got up and
grabbed his bag.
His mom said, "After you get your books out of that bag, drop it in the
hamper. I'll do an early load tomorrow."
"Okay." Peter ran upstairs and started his homework. About fifteen minutes
in, he saw his sister go by his door on her way out. He whistled at her in
appreciation. "Lookin' hot, sis."
She stopped and modeled briefly. "Thanks. At least I'm not wearing a
sports bra." Lorrie was wearing her uniform as captain of the girls'
volleyball team. Normally, she wore a tight sports bra, but since this was
just a social event she was wearing more casual underwear.
"Whatever you're wearing it's working. Your boobs look great. If I weren't
your brother, I'd do you."
Lorrie laughed. "You and most of the guys in school. Man, sometimes these
things are a hassle. Be glad you don't have any. Hey, after the pep rally,
I'll be going by the supermarket. Want anything?"
"Naw."
"See you later, squirt."
Peter continued his homework until his mom called him for dinner. He, his
mom, and his dad (a six foot, two goliath) had a simple fried chicken
dinner, laced liberally with conversation. After dinner, Peter finished his
homework, then crawled into bed. As he was drifting off, he remembered
Lorrie telling him to be glad he didn't have boobs, and he couldn't help but
wonder what it'd be like to grow a pair of his own.
He woke the next morning to the sound of his mother's voice calling him down
to breakfast. He pulled himself out of his sleepy haze and sat up, feeling
a weird shifting on his chest. He looked down and almost screamed. He had
boobs! Big boobs! He cupped them, lifted them, felt them up a bit. They
felt real. Peter was too shocked to feel anything erotic, but he felt every
sensation. Still staring at his boobs, he did the only thing he could think
of. He screamed, "MOM!"
He was still staring at himself when his mother rushed into the room. She
said, "Oh ho, it looks like my little boy is growing into a man. And what a
growth it is."
When he looked up at his mom, he didn't know what he found more shocking:
the fact that his mom didn't see anything strange about him having a pair of
boobs, or the fact that his mother's own rather prodigious bosom was gone!
All her female curves were there, but her chest was as flat as a board. He
was too stunned to say anything as she smiled and said, "I'll get your
father. He's been looking forward to your first day with boobs almost more
than you." His mom left and Peter just sat there stunned.
Just as he thought the day couldn't possibly get any weirder, his dad walked
in sporting a massive pair of his own breasts! Peter just stared as his
father walked over to the bed and sat beside him. "Hey, sport, here you
were, just last night, worrying whether you'd ever grow a pair of breasts,
and on your birthday, you get these." His dad reached over and gently
lifted one of Peter's boobs. "Too stunned to talk? I understand. My own
breasts were pretty big on their first day, too. Actually, I think you've
got me beat for first day size. Of course, that means you may one day have
tits as big or bigger than me." His dad thrust his chest out, proudly
displaying his massive breasts. "Look, we're going to need to get you a
bra, as well as a bunch of new clothes. No more shopping in the kids'
department for you. You get dressed. I'll get everything prepared." Peter
watched his father leave, wondering if he had stepped into an episode of
"The Twilight Zone," or perhaps if he was just going crazy.
He got out of bed, pulled off his pajama bottoms (he slept topless), and
walked to his dresser, still a little stunned. When he opened his underwear
drawer, it was almost anti-climactic to find all his regular cotton briefs
were gone. In their place were briefs of some weird design. They were made
of some smooth fabric that he guessed was silk. They were also clearly
designed to be a much tighter fit than his old briefs, with some kind of
pouch on the inside front panel. Pulling them on, Peter realized that the
only way that they'd fit comfortably was for him to place his balls and
penis inside the pouch. After pulling them up, he looked in the mirror.
The pouch pulled his genitals just a little bit out from his crotch making
his "package" even more pronounced.
He got out a pair of pants and pulled them on. They fit much tighter than
they used to, seeming to be designed that way. They gripped his butt
tightly and outlined his crotch perfectly. Combined with the underwear,
nothing was left to the imagination.
He got into his shirt drawer, but quickly realized that almost nothing there
would fit him. Everything seemed designed to fit as tightly as they could
if he didn't have breasts. He couldn't even pull them around his boobs. It
took going through most of his tops to find a sweat shirt that would fit
around his tits, and even then it was tight and rubbed his nipples
uncomfortably.
He got out a pair of socks. Those were pretty much the same, except being
made out of a softer, silkier material. He went to his closet for shoes and
found another abnormality. He had most of the same pairs of shoes he
remembered, sneakers, boots, and slippers, but instead of regular dress
shoes, there was a pair of dress heels. Looking at them, they were unlike
any heels he had ever seen before. They were wider and had a different cut.
It took only a few seconds before he realized that they were men's dress
shoes with a heel, and not just a raised heel like on normal men's shoes,
but a pronounced heel like one might find on a woman's shoe. He grabbed his
sneakers and slipped those on, while realizing that those heels were in his
size.
He went downstairs, still self-conscious of the orbs that had just appeared
on his chest. It didn't help when his sister greeted him with a lewd wolf
whistle. He blushed to his toes when she said, "Holy cow, sport, you cannot
imagine how hot you are. You're gonna have to beat off the girls with a
stick." He looked at her, somehow not surprised that Lorrie was as
flat-chested as their mother.
Their mom gave his sister a disapproving look and said, "Lorrie, leave him
alone."
"Come on, mom. He needs to know. Between what's between his legs and his
new boobs, any girl interested in boys is going to want him."
"That's between him and his father. You leave it alone."
"Alright, mom."
"Peter, you sit down and eat up. Your father should be ready any time now."
Peter sat and started scarfing down the pancakes his mother set before him.
No matter what else, his mother's cooking skill was unblunted.
Only a few minutes later, he heard his mom whistle appreciatively and say,
"Honey, you look great."
Peter looked at the stairs and was shocked. His father, previously topless,
was now wearing a tight, Spandex top that hugged every part of him like
Spandex is designed to do. Underneath, the lines of his bra were clearly
visible. Thinking about it, Peter realized that since his dad had tits,
wearing a bra made sense, but seeing his boob-laden dad wearing one (and a
tight, prominently displayed one) was still kind of shocking. The top had a
plunging neckline that exposed a lot of cleavage and his dad was also
wearing a necklace with a sparkling pendant nestled right in the center of
his cleavage. Finishing the outfit, his dad was wearing a pair of pants
much like Peter's own that gripped and displayed his cock for the world to
see.
He walked over to his wife, and they kissed. He then laced his hands behind
his head, giving a little extra lift to his bosom and said, "Now kiss me
like I like it." She shook her head in mock disapproval and planted a kiss
in the center of his boobs. He kissed the top of her head and turned back
to Peter. "Time to go, sport."
His mom said, "Bad news, hun. Peter's fifth period history teacher, Miss
Santuchi, has a big test planned and doesn't give make-up exams. Peter's
got to be back in school after lunch."
"But it's supposed to be our day."
"What can I say? She's an uptight lesbian who doesn't understand father-son
bonding like that in first boob day."
Peter was really confused. There were all sorts of rumors around school
that Miss Santuchi was a lesbian, but his mom was saying it like it was an
established fact, and mom didn't deal in gossip. And what was that test she
was talking about? The only thing it could possibly be was one of the three
unit exams the teacher gave, but he took that last week, and she didn't have
another scheduled for a month.
His father said, "Damn! And tomorrow's the game. I guess we'll have to
reschedule the fun stuff for Sunday. At least we'll be able to get his new
wardrobe. Let's go, sport."
Peter followed his father out to the car. While he waited for dad to unlock
the door, he looked down the road. Every adult man he saw was sporting a
pair of his own boobs, most of the teen boys had a pair, but none of the
young kids did. None of the women had breasts, no matter what age. And
aside from the fact that the boobs were on the guys, they weren't much
bigger then the ones he remembered being on women. Both he and his dad were
bigger than anyone he saw.
Peter got into the car and listened as his father talked about his first day
with boobs. As they drove, Peter wondered what was going on. Here he was,
in the car with his dad, both of them having boobs, and that seemed to be
normal. And from what his dad was saying, his own boobs had just grown in.
Yesterday night, nothing; this morning, huge tits. And this was normal,
too. His father had gone from nothing to a D cup when his had grown in.
Was this some weird dream, or something else?
At one point, his dad asked, "Are you okay, son? You seem really weirded
out."
Not knowing how or even if he should tell his dad what his real problem was,
he said, "Just feelin' like there's something wrong with things. Like the
whole world's been turned on its ear."
"I understand."
"You do?"
Peter's hope that his dad really did know was dashed when his father
replied, "Guys with small boobs don't understand what a transition getting
big boobs is. Hell, you're bigger now than most guys will get in a
lifetime. Of course it's natural to feel a little weirded out."
Peter wondered if he could broach the subject. His dad seemed so proud of
both his own and Peter's big tits. How could Peter tell him that he thought
men weren't supposed to get tits at all?
They pulled into the mall and went inside. Dad headed them straight to a
men's clothing store for "big" boys where Peter couldn't help but notice
that even the male mannequins had large busts. Dad proceeded to help Peter
try on a variety of clothes for his new body. They found out that he was a
double D cup, just like his mom's brother, Frank, was now. Peter was too
stunned to do much more than just go with the flow, but as the day wore on,
he found himself getting into it. When the shopping trip was finished,
Peter and his dad were dressed in matching low-cut blouses (although the
buttons were on the guy's side, they were too pretty and frilly for Peter to
think of them as shirts) and pendants, and Peter was regretting the end of
the day. He was tempted to ask his dad to let him skip school, but mom, a
substitute teacher, would've had a cow.
Dad drove Peter to the school. As Peter got out of the car, his dad said,
"This Sunday, you and me, everything we should've done today."
Peter wasn't sure what that entailed, but he got the impression that his dad
thought he did, so he just said, "It's a date, dad."
Peter went straight to the office and checked in. Just as he left, the
lunch bell rung, so he ran to the cafeteria. He couldn't run as fast as he
normally would, because even in his new bra, his boobs had the annoying
tendency of bouncing every which way.
As he went, the doors opened and people started filing out. Peter quickly
became the center of attention. Most girls openly stared, a bunch whistled
appreciatively, and a few made lewd comments or gestures. Of the men, the
ones Peter knew made encouraging gestures or comments; the rest either
ignored him or stared enviously. Peter wondered if anyone was going to do
anything, but he got to the lunchroom without any serious incidents.
He quickly got his lunch and sat down. Since most of his friends (the few
he had) took lunch at different times, he was alone as usual. He figured on
staying alone for the entire lunch, but just as the rest of his world had
been changed, so did that. He had munched down half of the cafeteria pizza
he had ordered when someone sat right beside him. He turned and gulped. It
was Samantha "Don't Call Me Sam" Morgan, the queen of the school's Goth
clique. She was in her standard outfit, black clothes, hair dyed black to
match, and skin powdered to look as pale as possible. Peter had always
found her incredibly sexy, but also incredibly scary. She had a look that
would simultaneously make you want to screw her and to run from the room.
Peter wondered what she wanted when she made her intentions perfectly clear.
She reached over and cupped his far breast, saying, "I see you've finally
grown. Want to go somewhere and let me show you how a woman can really
handle a man?" She squeezed his boob, firmly without being painful about
it.
Peter didn't know what to say or do. He wasn't sure he wanted to get
involved with Samantha; her passion for flouting the "system" made her a
prime trouble magnet. But she was sexy (even without boobs) and her hand on
his boob sure did feel good.
Peter didn't have to decide what to do. Before this could go on, a voice
said, "Alright, Samantha, that's enough."
Samantha looked to the voice out of the corner of her eye, then stared right
at Peter and asked, "Do you want me to stop, Peter?" Peter wasn't sure
whether he did or not, but he couldn't muster the will to say a thing.
A hand grabbed Samantha's arm and removed it from Peter's body. Samantha
smiled a sly smile and got up. Peter's eyes followed her as she stood next
to the girl who had interfered, and he saw that it was Jessica who had
rescued him. He wondered what was going to happen when Samantha grabbed
Jess and gave her a blatant French kiss. Strangely, Peter found that
weirdly comforting. Samantha, like Peter, was bisexual, but, unlike Peter,
was blatant and open about it. She had even gone so far as to publicly
grope boys and girls she was interested in. Seeing this bit of familiarity
after all the other weirdness helped to put Peter at ease.
Jess tolerated a second or two of the kiss before pushing Samantha away.
Samantha said, "If you're ever willing to try women, or ever willing to
share, dearie, give me a call." Jess just shook her head as the Goth Queen
strode off.
Peter said, "Thanks," and turned back to his food.
Peter figured that Jess was just doing an old friend a favor, so he was
eminently surprised when she sat beside him, said, "Just protecting my
boyfriend," and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Peter stared at her in
amazement as she said, "And you know that, unlike these sluts, I liked you
before you got your boobs." Jess picked up the pizza slice off Peter's tray
and took a bite. "So why didn't you meet me after third period?" Peter was
still too stunned to respond, and after a few seconds, Jess asked, "Are you
okay? You seem a little spacy."
Peter stared at her for a little while longer before he pulled himself
together and said, "Uhm, it's my boobs. I got so much all at once that
everything seems a little off. Dad says it's not unusual and it should
pass."
"Okay. So why didn't you meet me?"
Peter wondered what to say. He couldn't very well use the truth. Whatever
had put him into this Twilight Zone reality had made him and Jess boyfriend
and girlfriend. He couldn't just say, "Well, I didn't meet you because I
thought you wouldn't talk to me because your boyfriend didn't like me."
She'd think he was nuts.
Finally he said, "Well, I wasn't supposed to be here. First day father-son
bonding stuff. I'm only here because of Miss Santuchi's test in fifth
period. I figured you figured I wouldn't be here all day, so when I got
here right after lunch started, I came right here, figuring you would, too."
"That makes sense. But thinking of your boobs, do you remember your
promise?"
He actually had no idea what she was talking about, but figured it would be
really bad to admit that, so he pretended like he knew but was feigning
ignorance and said, "Promise? What promise is that?"
She smiled and swatted his butt playfully. She slid her arm around his
waist. "You promised me that I'd be the first girl to see your new boobs
after they grew in."
Still not sure of anything, he asked, "What about David?"
"David who?"
"David Lewis."
"What about him?"
"Don't you like him?"
"Are you jealous over what I said? I didn't say I liked him. I said I'd
like to see him have sex. I am an average female and he is a tit-licker."
Not familiar with the term, Peter asked, "Tit-licker?"
"He's a boob-bopper." Seeing Peter was still mystified, she said, "He's
gay. Don't tell me you didn't know?"
"Not really. But you want to see him have sex?"
"Sure. Like most normal girls, I have a fantasy of watching two big boobed
guys going at it. But what about it? You going to let me see your boobs?"
Peter hadn't figured on showing his boobs off to anyone, but Jess did seem
to like them, and as long as he did have them, he might as well use them.
Deciding to be playful, he said, "Gee, I don't know if I can. I mean my mom
has already seen them, so that might not be possible."
She kissed him right on his lips. "I guess I'll just have to be content to
be the first girl who isn't family to see them."
"When do you want to see them?"
"As soon as I can. How about you come to my house right after school?"
"It's a date."
"A date without having to buy you dinner? I'm falling in love all over
again." The two settled down and chatted about various things, classes,
which teachers they liked, teachers they didn't, homework, friends, and
other teen things.
As they talked, Peter looked around at those around him. It seemed that
whatever had changed things had kind of equalized dress codes. Girls still
wore dresses and skirts, but didn't wear blouses. If they did wear shirts,
it was something simple like a T-shirt or a flannel button up. The guys
didn't wear dresses or skirts, but did wear formal blouses like he was
wearing or Spandex tops like what his father had been wearing that morning,
all of which were designed to show off more than a fair bit of cleavage.
Both guys and girls wore heels. Like the dress shoes Peter saw in his
closet at home, male shoes actually had heels like those that, before this
morning, he had seen only on women's shoes. He also noticed that heels were
for dressier outfits and since men tended to dress up more (to show off
their boobs), the number of men in heels outnumbered the women in heels by
almost two to one. He also noticed that neither men nor women, with the
exception of those using it to make a point (Goths, punks, etc.), were
wearing make-up. Even the teachers were bare-faced.
About twenty minutes before the end of lunch, Jess said, "Well, I got a test
in Math next period, and I got to get some studying done. Since I'm not
going to get that done around you..." She kissed him and got up. "I've got
to go. Meet me after sixth period English."
"See you later." Jess blew him another kiss before she walked off.
Just a minute or two later, Peter realized he had to use the restroom. He
collected his empty tray, returned it to the dirty dishes area, and headed
to the bathroom. Thankful that whatever had changed the universe around
hadn't moved anything, he quickly went in and got his "equipment" out.
Standing in front of the urinal, Peter saw a roll of toilet paper mounted
beside the pipes at the top of the urinal. He wondered if he was expected
to wipe himself when finished, but realized that with the delicate fabric of
his current underwear in comparison to the cotton briefs he was used to,
wiping was probably a good idea.
As he relieved himself into the urinal, he heard a voice say, "Hi. Peter
isn't it?"
He turned and blanched, seeing David Lewis, the Junior who had been
harassing him since the school year started. It was a David with large
boobs, but still recognizably David. "Yeah, that's me."
David extended his hand. "My name's David."
Peter looked at David, confused. Apparently, in this altered world, David
barely knew him. Peter looked down to his crotch and said, "I'm kind of
busy here."
David pulled his hand back with a sheepish, "Sorry." Peter finished and
wiped himself. David then said, "I couldn't help but notice you got your
boobs today."
"So?"
"I was wondering... Have you ever considered... guys?" Remembering what
Jess had said and seeing David's nervous hesitation, Peter realized that
David had the hots for him.
"For sex?" David nodded. Peter had, many times, but he didn't want to say
anything and have David assume. Maybe this David didn't know him well,
hadn't been harassing him (or maybe just didn't remember it), but Peter
couldn't just forgive what he did remember. "Why?"
David looked down, twirling his foot in a circle. "Peter, I want you to
know that I've always found you attractive, even before boobs, and I was
just wondering if I had a chance."
There it was, out in the open. David wanted sex. Hell, from the sounds of
it, David wanted a real relationship. But Peter was still stuck on what he
suffered before at this man's hands. He wanted to rant at him, but
controlled himself and just said, "No," while stuffing his penis back into
that pouch.
A couple tears escaped David's eyes. He said, "I understand," and turned
away.
Part of Peter melted. He didn't want to say yes, but didn't want to seem so
cold. He softly said, "David." The larger boy turned back. "I want you to
know, I am bisexual, but I've got a girlfriend, and I don't want to risk
that." David nodded and turned away, still dejected.
Peter's heart melted a little bit more. He called out to David again.
Staring at him, Peter warred with himself. David was cute and Peter
couldn't deny a certain attraction. Would a kiss on the cheek hurt? Would
it lead David on? Peter decided to risk it. He stepped up on his tiptoes
to try it, but David surprised him and swept him up and plastered their lips
together. Peter melted into the kiss, enjoying the feeling of their lips
and bodies mashed together. Peter felt David's semi-erect member pressing
into his body and David's nipples were so tight and erect that they felt
like they were drilling into Peter's breasts.
When they parted, both were breathing heavily. David asked, "Sure I can't
change your mind?"
Peter couldn't say a thing for a few seconds. Part of him wanted to go with
David. Hell, part of him wanted to drag David into a stall and have his way
with him. Finally, though, he said, "I can't do that to Jess."
David gave him a look that said that he both understood and was
disappointed. He kissed Peter on the tip of his nose, said, "I hope Jessica
realizes what a catch you are," and turned to leave.
After David left, Peter ran into a stall, sat down, and pulled his dick from
his pants. He began stroking himself, trying to get off before class, when
he heard someone come into the restroom. He was forced to stop in order to
keep from being heard and hoped that whoever it was would finish quickly and
leave, but even before the first finished, another came in and started doing
normal sounding things. Realizing that the number of visitors would only
increase the closer it got to class time, Peter almost cried. He almost
resigned himself to going back to class with an erection, when he decided to
try something.
Ever since he had first seen his boobs when he had woke up that morning, he
had avoided dealing with them as much as he could. Total avoidance was, of
course, impossible, but most of the attention they had garnered had come
from others. Now, Peter slid his hand up under his blouse and under his
bra. As soon as his fingers touched his nipple, he felt an almost electric
shock of pleasure shoot through him, forcing him to bite down on his own lip
in order to keep from gasping out. It only took a few seconds before he
realized that the rubbing of his breast and nipple was not only quieter than
"pounding his pud," it was also far more pleasurable. He pulled his hand
out, unbuttoned his blouse, then, not even wanting to remove it, grabbed the
base of his bra, and yanked it out and up, freeing his tits.
He took his breasts in hand and rubbed his nipples, masturbating himself.
The pleasure was incredible! It took all his willpower to keep from crying
out as he fondled himself. It took only a little while longer before his
cock started twitching and spraying the inside of the stall door with semen.
Peter sat there for a few seconds before he took some toilet paper and wiped
his body fluids off the stall door. He threw the paper in the toilet,
flushed it, got composed, and stepped out. Judging from the looks on the
faces of the other guys in the bathroom, most knew what he had been doing,
but nobody said anything. Peter guessed that this was something guys did,
but it wasn't discussed in open.
He went to his fourth period English class. Nothing surprising there. In
fact, the class was a little further back from where he had been yesterday.
Only about a week's worth, but the class was still behind. Peter breezed
through it, paying only enough attention to ensure there was nothing new.
Fifth period was his history class and the test he was sure he had already
taken. He went in, sat down, and waited. Peter's best friend, Danny, came
in and sat beside him. "Hey, dude, congrats on the new chest."
Peter found he was getting somewhat comfortable with his breasts and
replied, "Yeah, I wanted to take the day off, but I had to come in for this
test."
"Thinking of it, you ready for the test?"
"I guess so." How could he say that he wasn't even sure he was supposed to
have a test today, much less whether he had studied for it or not.
"You sound as confident as I feel."
The two shared a brief chuckle before Miss Santuchi walked in and said,
"Alright, class, settle down." After everybody had quieted and got into
their seats, she took a pile of papers and started handing a small stack to
the first person in each row. "You know the drill: Take one, pass the rest
back, no talking, no notes, no books, if you finish early, you're allowed to
do anything you want for the rest of the class so long as it's quiet and
doesn't disturb others."
The tests got to Peter and he took one and passed the rest back. Looking at
it, he was shocked. The test was the same one he remembered taking a week
ago. Not just covering the same material, but the exact same test. Same
questions, same order, everything. Remembering the test as well as the
after test review last Monday, Peter breezed through the test and got out
his English literature book to do some studying.
About halfway through the class, the school's vice-principal, Miss Harrison,
walked in, came over and kissed Miss Santuchi. And it wasn't a "Hi, I'm
your friend and I'm greeting you with a kiss" kiss. It was a "Hi, I want to
jump your bones" kiss. They whispered a bit before Miss Harrison left,
getting a slightly-more-than-friendly swat on the behind as she left.
Peter wondered about that. Miss Harrison had always been a bit standoffish
towards the guys, but he figured that had been because she was the authority
figure in charge of school discipline. Was she a lesbian? It would explain
a bit. Of course, the thought that this was all some weird dream and that
was part of it popped into Peter's mind. Whatever this was, Peter just
shrugged it off and kept reading.
After the bell rung for the end of class, Peter quickly stuffed his books
back into his bag and took off for gym, the last class of his day. He was
in Freshman Soccer. For the freshmen, there was no Varsity or non-Varsity
distinctions, but if one wanted to play in the upper levels in their
Sophomore year or later, the best bet was to play in the "Frosh" class.
Peter wasn't sure he wanted the stress of Varsity, but he at least wanted
the option.
In the locker room, Peter saw the other guys changing and started changing
himself. Just as he was about to pull his sports t-shirt on, his friend Jim
said, "Hey, I know those are new, but you do realize you need a little
extra?" Peter gave him a confused look. Jim lifted his shirt, exposing his
B cup breasts, sheathed in a sports bra.
Peter rolled his eyes, remembering that his dad had bought him a sports bra;
he just hadn't remembered to bring it. "Damn. Think I could get by without
one?"
Jim shook his head. "You know Coach Dugan." Imitating the coach's voice,
Jim said, "As men, you have certain limitations that women don't. You need
to accommodate for those limits, and a sports bra and cup are part of that."
Peter nodded. He had heard that speech, minus the bra reference, dozens of
times before. The coach didn't even like letting the students drill basics
without a cup on. "I guess I better go face the music." Peter got back
into his "street" clothes and went out to the gym to see the coach.
Coach Dugan was off to one side, waiting for class to start and checking
students on the attendance roster as they entered the gym. As soon as the
coach saw him, he asked, "Mister Wilkins, why aren't you in gym clothes?"
"Coach, I forgot a sports bra."
Coach looked down on him disapprovingly. "Well, it is your first day with
breasts, so I'll let it slide. Forget your bra on Monday and you will get
detention. And go get some books. I want to see you in the bleachers
studying. This isn't going to be a free period."
Peter ran and got his books, getting back just before the final bell rang.
He started with Science, then did some Art review. As class got close to an
end, he decided to check his History answers and was once more struck by the
differences between what was and what he remembered. In this changed around
world he was in, men and women had taken a more balanced role in history.
Men still had most of the leadership positions, but women had been the
movers and shakers of history. For example, George Washington had been the
first president, but it had been General Martha Washington who had led the
American army (a mostly female army) to victory in the Revolutionary War.
Checking, Peter realized he got most of his answers right, although he had
screwed up most of the names.
The bell rang and Peter stuffed his books back into his bag. As he came off
the bleachers, coach reminded him, "Don't forget the bra on Monday." Peter
nodded and ran to meet Jess after her sixth period English class.
When Jess left the room, she gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Hey, babe,
already ready? I hope you didn't cut out of class early."
"Naw. I just forgot my sports bra, so Coach Dugan had me turn it into a
study period."
"Geez, that must be a pain, having to remember bras and a cup. Me? All
I've got to remember is a set of tennies and workout clothes. Must be a
pain."
Peter shrugged. "Well, before today, I haven't had to wear a bra, but a cup
isn't that bad."
Jess wrapped her arm around his waist, then took a purposefully exaggerated
look at his cleavage. "Well, you need a bra now." She then grinned
lasciviously at him.
He smiled. "Why do I get the feeling that you might actually like it if I
never wore another bra?"
With a sly tone, she replied, "I could get behind that." Peter was struck
with the weirdness of his new self. This morning, he had been utterly
freaked out by just having a pair of tits, now he was joking about them.
The two went to Jess's locker, then went to her house. As soon as they were
inside, she pulled him into her arms and kissed him, shoving her tongue down
his throat. When they parted, she whispered, "Call your parents and see how
long you can stay. I plan on using every second I can."
Peter called home and let his mother know he was over at Jess's. She told
him to be home by six and to have fun. When he hung up, it was with the
impression that his mom knew that he would be involved with a little more
than polite conversation with Jess. He didn't know how that could be, since
he wasn't sure what they'd be involved in.
He turned back to Jess, now sitting on the couch. "I've got until six."
She checked her watch. "A little less than three hours. Let's get started.
I believe you have a promise to fulfill."
Peter unbuttoned his blouse, performing a short strip tease for Jess to
excite her, and, judging from the panting, it was working. She licked her
lips as he pulled the blouse off and dropped it beside him. He then reached
behind him and undid his bra. He pushed his boobs together with his upper
arms, holding them and his bra with the pressure he could exert. He
flirtatiously asked, "Are you sure you want me to take this off?"
Through heavy breath, she responded, "Little boy, you better take that bra
off before I yank it off."
Grinning, he allowed the bra to slide off, exposing his breasts. He laced
his hands behind his head and shook his torso. "Like what you see?"
"Oh, god, they're beautiful." She stood and took his breasts in hand,
palming his nipples. Peter moaned and leaned into her touch, wrapping his
arms around her. They kissed passionately as she fondled him. When the
kiss finished, she panted out, "Peter, will you... do me? I want to go all
the way."
Peter couldn't say a word, but nodded. She slid her hands down and undid
his pants. She said, "I've got a confession. I started a rumor that you
wear padded briefs." She slid her hand into his pants and rubbed his dick
through his briefs. "I know you don't, but if the girls knew this was all
you, I'd need a gun to drive them off. Particularly after they saw these."
She nodded her head at his boobs.
"That's okay. All I ever wanted was you." They kissed again and Jess let
his pants fall to the floor. She pulled his briefs off and let them fall,
too. He stepped out of his clothes and asked, "Aren't you a little
over-dressed?"
She pulled her shirt off and tossed it away. While she was taking off her
pants, Peter got his first look at a naked woman's torso. The basic frame
was still as curvy as he remembered a woman's should be, but there were no
boobs or any hint of a pair. Minus those curves, he could be looking at a
guy's chest. But those curves made a world of difference. When he saw her
legs, there was no doubt that he was looking at a girl.
Once naked, she stood and asked, "So what do you think?"
Peter was stunned. Although breastless, Jess was as fantastic as he thought
she'd be. Her curves seemed to ask for him to slide his arms around her and
hold her. She put her hands on her hips and asked, "Well?"
"I want you."
She walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She kissed him
while pulling him towards the couch. She spun him around and lay him on his
back. She straddled his hips and took his breasts in hand. She stroked
them with a circular motion while grinding her clit against his cock. He
took his hands and rubbed her flanks as she moved upon him. After a few
more seconds, she lifted up, took his cock in hand, and then slammed herself
down on him. They just stayed together like that, enjoying the feel of
their coupled bodies. Soon Jess started moving again, rocking back and
forth and taking his breasts in hand once more while doing so. It was only
a short bit later before it got to be too much for him and he sprayed into
her belly.
He was going to apologize for cumming so quickly, but she just slid off of
him, crawled up and turned around, then straddled his head while facing his
crotch. She leaned over and took his cock into her mouth while he pulled
her hips down and started licking her cunt. He licked avidly, not caring
that some of what he was tasting had to be his own cum. She licked slowly,
controlling his arousal, allowing him to get and stay aroused while he
serviced her. She continued to control him until she started thrashing
about on top of him. She deep throated him and pushed him into an orgasm as
she rode him through an orgasm of her own. She turned back around, lying on
him and kissing his face clean of their mingled juices.
They snuggled together for a bit before she slid off and stood up. "Come
on. Let's get a snack before we proceed." They went into the kitchen and
she got out a couple packages of Pop-tarts. While snacking, they heard the
doorbell ring and Jess said, "Wonder who that is." She got up and went out
to check.
She came back a few minutes later with a sly smile on her face. She
straddled him and sat on his lap. She wrapped her arms around him, subtly
ground her hips against his, and asked, "Babe, do you love me?"
"Of course I do."
"What would you do for me?"
"Anything." Of course, with her grinding like she was, he almost had no
choice but to say that.
"Would you do another guy for me? In front of me?"
The surprising nature of her question briefly allowed him to overcome his
arousal. "Why?"
"Would you?"
"I... suppose. With the right guy."
"What about David? Do you find him sexy?"
Remembering his earlier encounter, Peter suspiciously said, "Yeeeaaah.
Why?"
"Because he's out in the front room. He told me about how he tried to
seduce you, but how you remained faithful to me." Peter thought about it
and didn't really consider that he had been seduced, but maybe he was wrong.
"Now, you've got him so hot for you, he's volunteering to indulge me a
fantasy, and let me watch the two of you do it."
"What if I don't want to?"
She nuzzled his neck. "Then we won't. But if you'd like to try it, I'd
love to watch." She nuzzled behind his ear and whispered, "I'd really like
to watch, Peter. Would you do David and let me watch?"
Peter was nearly swooning with pleasure. Now THIS was a seduction. And
Peter did want to try sex with David, so he said, "Yes. Yes, I will. For
you."
She plastered her lips to his, then called out, "He said, 'Yes,' David!
Come on in!"
The door to the other room opened and David stepped in. He was wearing a
low-cut sweater in the school's colors with a patch of a megaphone with the
letters EVH (for East Valley High) on it stitched on the front, a pair of
short shorts, and tennis shoes and socks. Peter's first impression was that
of a male cheerleader's outfit.
David froze in place when Jess climbed off Peter's lap. Peter realized he
was naked as a jaybird when David's eyes went straight to his crotch.
Peter's cock was already, thanks to Jess, almost hard, and there was no way
he was going to be able to tuck it away, so he instead went the other route.
He wrapped his right hand around his penis and lifted a boob with his left.
In a sultry voice, he asked, "Like what you see?" David could only nod.
Jess told David, "I think you're over-dressed."
David grabbed the bottom of his sweater and yanked it off. Underneath, he
was wearing a sports bra which quickly came off as well. His breasts
flopped free, and Jess and Peter saw that his cup size was about the same as
Peter's, although his band size was larger, making his breasts seem slightly
smaller in comparison. He bent over and pulled his shoes and socks off,
then pulled his shorts and briefs down in one smooth motion. David's penis
was smaller than Peter's, and Peter guessed that he was only about six
inches long when hard; something he was already most of the way towards.
David stood up, bent over slightly, and lifted his boobs up, seeming to
offer them to Peter. He licked his lips and asked, "Do you want a taste?"
Peter saw Jess take a seat, sliding her fingers into her cunny as she
watched. Peter looked to David and said, "Bring those big boobies over
here, boy."
David walked over to him and lifted up one boob as Peter lowered his head
and licked at his nipple. David moaned and pulled Peter into an embrace,
mashing himself into the younger boy.
After a bit, Peter let loose of David's breast and leaned up to kiss him.
David smashed the two of them together and rammed his tongue into Peter's
mouth. Peter wriggled against him, not to be free, but to feel their bodies
together. Their breasts and dicks rubbed against each other in heated
passion.
They separated and David slowly went down to his knees. He paused at
Peter's breasts, taking the time to generously suck and fondle both orbs
before licking his way down to Peter's crotch. He took Peter's dick,
already quite hard, and kissed it, putting half the dickhead into his mouth.
Using his tongue, he massaged it, tasting the pre-cum that was produced as a
result of his actions. He then licked his way up and down the length of
Peter's shaft before taking the full length into his mouth. He bobbed up
and down on his lover's tool. Peter took his own breasts in hand and rubbed
them as his hips moved back and forth, almost of their own accord, fucking
David's face.
David suddenly pulled off of Peter and rolled onto his back. He pulled his
legs up and did the splits, pointing his ass to Peter. Massaging the backs
of his legs, he said, "I want you to cum inside me. I want to feel your
juices oozing from my butt."
Peter got on his knees between David's legs and put his dickhead into
David's sphincter. He asked, "Ready?" and David nodded vigorously. Peter
grabbed David's legs and forced himself down, shoving his dick deep into
David's bowels.
David grunted in ecstasy and moaned, "So good. So big! Bigger than any
I've ever had before."
Jess, panting in sexual heat from the scene before her and the ministrations
of her fingers, said, "Yeah, Peter, fuck him. Grab his boobs and ride him
like a horse!"
Peter palmed David's boobs and rolled them about as he pumped his hips into
David. It wasn't too much longer before David was cumming, spraying himself
with his seed. Peter thought he'd want to take a break, but he said, almost
begging, "More! More! Fuck me. Fuck me like a girl!"
David softened only a little before growing hard as Peter reamed him. A
couple minutes later, Peter said, "Gettin' close. Gonna cum."
Jess said, "Let me see. Pull out and cum on him."
David clasped his legs around Peter. "No. Let him cum in me. Let him fill
me up."
Jess stood up, came over, and knelt beside David. "Do you want him to plant
his seed in you?" David nodded. "Then tell him. Tell him you want to have
his baby, and ask him to fill you up."
David looked up to Peter. "Please, sir, I wish to have your baby. Fill me
with your seed. Make me pregnant." And that was all it took. Peter came,
filling David to overflowing. At the same time, David came, adding to the
already sizable amount of cum already upon him.
As Peter pulled out of David, Jess tackled him, driving him to the floor,
and covering his face with kisses while she said, "You are {kiss} such an
{kiss} incredible {kiss} {kiss} boyfriend."
After a few more kisses, they sat up and saw that David was also sitting up
with a bit of a sorrowful look on his face. Peter asked, "What's wrong?
Didn't you like that?"
"Oh, no. I loved it. I just regret that I can't do this all the time."
Jess said, "If you're willing, you can play like this again."
"Oh, more than willing. It's just..."
"Yes?"
"Part of me really does want to have a baby growing inside me. I mean I
know it'll never happen, but still..."
"What about your breasts? How do you feel about them?"
"They're nice to play with, and the guys I like to fuck like to play with
them, but I... could take 'em or leave 'em."
"But you'd rather leave 'em? Not have them?" David nodded. "Ever wonder
if you're a transsexual?"
"All the time. But nothing to do about it until I turn 18 and move out of
the house."
"Well, you can be Peter's and my girlfriend. Both sexual and otherwise.
Right, Peter?"
Peter, who had been stunned by the revelation that big, strong David was
really a girl inside, said, "Yeah, sounds great."
David tackled both of them, giving them a big hug. "You are great!"
The three of them stayed together until Peter had to leave. They did some
petting, but mostly sat and talked. There were times when Peter felt left
out of the conversation. It was almost like he was in a room with two
girls. One thing he did notice was that they made mention of men's and
women's colors for make-up. From what he could gather make-up was only for
special occasions, but when it was worn, both men and women wore some.
At shortly before six, Peter mentioned that he had to go. David left with
him, saying he had to get home, too. Just outside, David wrapped his arms
around Peter, kissed him, then said, "Thanks, Peter. You're something
special," before walking home.
Peter walked home, thinking that whatever had changed things had changed
things for the better. When he got home, he was greeted with a brief
surprise party celebrating both his birthday and new boobs. It was just a
few cards and a cake for after dinner, the real party being planned for
Sunday, but it made him happy.
The next day, Peter woke up, wondering whether or not he had just lived
through some kind of strange dream. He was quickly disabused of that idea
when he sat up and his breasts shifted on his chest. He was starting to get
used to the idea of having boobs while he put on a bra and a casual T-shirt,
as well as a set of those genital lifting briefs and a pair of shorts.
He went downstairs, where his mom (still flat-chested) was cooking
breakfast. As soon as she saw him, she greeted him with a cheery,
"Good-morning, sunshine!"
He said, "Morning, mom," as he sat at the island in the middle of the
kitchen. His mom put a plate of eggs and toast and a glass of orange juice
in front of him. He looked around and asked, "Where's dad and Lorrie?"
"Same place they always are on Saturday morning, down at the field getting
ready for the game. Part of their duties as team members."
"Dad, too?"
"Of course, dad, too. He may only be volunteer coach, but he takes his
duties seriously. You know that." Actually, he didn't. In Peter's old
world, his father was just a supporter of the football team, not a coach.
Seeing his mystified look, his mom asked, "Is something wrong, Peter? You
seem really... out of it."
He stirred his eggs with his fork. "It's nothing, mom. Just something I've
got to work out."
As he started to eat, his mom said, "Okay, but you know you can talk to me
about anything?" He nodded. "Thinking of the team, your father would never
say anything, but now that your boobs have grown in, he'd really like it if
you tried out for the team, following in his footsteps."
Peter swallowed. "I'm hardly big enough for the team."
His mom gave him a look like he was crazed. "You're plenty big. Oh, you
mean height-wise." Peter almost gagged on his orange juice when she said,
"You don't have to be as tall as your dad just to be a cheerleader like he
was." Peter started spitting up his juice, and his mom patted his back
until he got it out. "What's wrong, Peter?"
He blurted out, "Dad was a cheerleader?!"
"Of course he was. But you knew that."
Peter was shocked. He looked up at his mom. He wasn't sure he could
confide in her, she'd probably think he was crazy, but he had to say
something to someone. "Mom, I think I'm going nuts. What would you say if
I said that when I went to bed on Thursday, I wasn't expecting to grow
boobs?"
"Well, I know you were worried about them growing in, but-"
"No, I mean I wasn't expecting them, and dad didn't have any, and you and
Lorrie did, and-"
With a look of understanding, his mom finished, "Women had breasts, but men
didn't?"
"Yeah."
"Don't worry; you're not crazy."
"You know what happened?"
"Yes, I do. You see, Peter, you have inherited an ability from your mother
called, for lack of a better term, shifting."
"My mother? Aren't you...?"
"Not exactly, although I still love and care for you like you were my own
Peter. You see you have 'shifted' into another universe. What were you
thinking of just before you went to sleep on Thursday?"
Peter thought about it. "Lorrie had been complaining about the hassles of
having big breasts, and I was wondering what it'd be like to grow a pair of
my own."
"And so you shifted into a universe where you grew a pair overnight, and..."
She waved at his chest.
"That's all it takes? So how do I get back?"
"Happens naturally. Once a week, you can shift for two days into another
universe. Any universe of your choosing."
"Any universe?"
"Yes, sir. Out there in the infinite continuum of universes, anything is
possible, which means that everything is happening somewhere, and in one of
those everythings, there is another you, with shifting abilities, who wants
to see what some part of your life is like."
"I could be anyone or anything?"
"Yup. You can indulge fantasies, live out the life of a star, go to a
universe where your favorite movie is the reality. You could even find out
what it'd be like to be some creature right out of myths. I've been a
centaur, a pixie, a mermaid, and even a giant. I have even been a talking,
sentient horse." She got a thoughtful look on her face. "Y'know, it's not
quite so significant to say you and your father are hung like horses when
you actually are horses." She grinned and Peter laughed.
Peter thought about it. "Is there any way to get stuck in another
universe?"
"Not that I'm aware of."
"Oh, okay."
"You sound a little disappointed. Is something going on at home?"
"It's just these bullies who have been harassing me."
"Samantha and her crew? They've been giving you trouble in this universe."
"No. In my universe, Samantha barely looks my way. No, in my universe,
it's David and some of his fellow football players who are giving me
problems."
"David Lewis?"
"Yeah, that's him."
"Hmm. David never struck me as the football type. Too soft."
"You know David?"
"Sure. He's captain of the cheerleaders. Your father is convinced he's got
the hots for you."
"He does. He made a pass at me the other day, then came over and had sex
with me in front of Jess. He may even be a transsexual."
His mother got a disapproving look on her face. "You didn't know, but you
should be more careful. Peter from this world is bisexual, but if he
weren't, you could've caused a lot of problems down the road."
"Okay, but that still doesn't help me with the David in my world. Here,
he's a homosexual cheerleader with the hots for me. There, he's a
heterosexual, bullying football player."
"You sure?"
"That he's a bully? Yeah."
"No, I mean that he's heterosexual."
"Yeah. At home, Jess is his girlfriend."
"Ooh, that's got to hurt. Particularly if you feel towards Jess like my
Peter does." Seeing the hurt on his face, she said, "I see that you do.
Well, buck up, shifting may help."
"How?"
"You can get a new perspective on people by shifting into universes where
their problems are more obvious or more accepted or whatever it takes for
you to see how to resolve things."
"This seems so fantastic. How do I know this isn't all some weird dream?
That I've got this ability?"
"Three things: One, when you get back, two days will have passed with your
journal being filled. Two, I, or more accurately, your mother can send you
to specific universes. When I was a teen, my mother sent me to a universe
where I was born male in order to give me a more diversified outlook. The
third thing is that you can actually bring others along with you. Fall
asleep with a part of you inside them and shift, and they'll shift with
you."
"With a part of me inside them?"
"Yeah, best way to handle it is to stick your fingers inside their butt,
which means you better know them real well." Peter grimaced. "Yeah, I
know, sounds icky, but a woman's vagina is too ticklish, too much risk of
being bitten in the mouth, and you risk hurting the other person trying to
put something deep enough in the nose or ear in order to ensure shifting."
"Okay, but what's this journal you mentioned?"
"Oh, glad you reminded me. My journal's been such a part of my shifting, I
forgot you don't have one yet. Follow me." Peter went upstairs with his
mom to her room. She dug into the bottom of her dresser and pulled out two
"blank" books and handed them to Peter. "These are your journals. One will
be your 'me' journal. That will be filled out by my Peter when he gets
back. When you get back to your world, fill it out with personal data about
you. The first third of the book should get stuff that isn't likely to
change: your birthday, a list of family and their names, classes you're in,
current sexual preferences, friends, girlfriends or boyfriends if you've got
any, and so on. The rest of the book should be filled with transitory
facts: special events that'll come and go, appointments, how you're
currently getting along with friends and family, et cetera.
"The second is your 'others' journal. YOU will fill that one out in as much
detail as possible. Write out what you have done since shifting into this
universe, including all conversations you've had: exact wording if you can
remember it, general ideas covered, if not. That way, my Peter will know
what happened to you. When you get back, he should've done the same for
you. Review his entry. If there're any facts that could've made his time
easier, include them in your 'me' journal. And do that for each trip.
Other shifters may actually ask for data. The data may seem obvious to you,
but to someone who hasn't lived the exact same life as you, it could be very
necessary, so write it into your 'me' journal."
"Okay."
His mom looked at her watch. "I'd tell you to go fill it out, but you
better start getting ready for your sister's game."
"Lorrie's game?"
"Yeah. Isn't she quarterback in your world?"
"She's not even on the football team. No girl is."
"Well, on this world, with men having both breasts and balls hanging out,
they're not really designed for the rougher sports. Oh, there's a guys'
football team, and there's guys' boxing, but they aren't really the same."
"What about guys in the military?"
"Well, there's a movement to get guys into combat units, but I don't see it
happening. Men are just too vulnerable. But you need to get ready."
"What's wrong with what I've got on?"
"Well, pants and a dress blouse would be appropriate, and you don't have a
lick of make-up on."
"Make-up? For a game?"
"For the dinner afterwards. Don't you go to a fancy dinner after the game?"
"Sometimes."
"And don't you get dressed up?"
"Not in make-up. Guys don't wear it."
"But ladies do?" Peter nodded. "Seems one-sided, but you will be expected
to wear it here. Don't worry. I'll help you."
They went to the his and Lorrie's bathroom, and his mom pulled out a bunch
of bottles and tubes of make-up. She sat him down and worked on his face.
After a bit, she said, "This is fun. I haven't done your make-up since you
were in single digits."
"Kids wear make-up?"
"Yeah. As soon as they're old enough to not eat it, everyone wears it."
"Hmm. Can I ask another question?"
"Sure."
"How do babies get fed? If women make the babies, but men have the
breasts...?"
"Well, from the last month of her pregnancy to the third month after birth,
a woman's vaginal juices produce a strong dose of hormones. When the man
licks her out, those hormones get his breasts producing milk."
"So you're guaranteed to get cunnilingus at least during your pregnancy?"
"Well, yes, but most men are more than willing to lick out a woman if she
asks. The taste of a woman's juices are described as heavenly."
"I guess that's a difference between our worlds."
"Don't men gratify a woman orally on your world?"
"Some do. Most think it's too messy."
"Well, it is more necessary here. With men needing to perform orally in
order to feed babies, it wouldn't be real sensible for it to be an
unpleasant experience. But, as a woman with a labia, take it from me, if
you take the time to learn how to please a woman with your mouth, you will
never regret it." She closed up the make-up kit and handed him a tissue.
She said, "Blot your lips," and mimicked the action. Once he had done what
she wanted, she said, "All done."
He turned and was amazed at the results. The colors were slightly darker
than those used on women, but just as subtle. Small imperfections seemed to
have faded away and his face glowed with a beauty he hadn't known he had.
He briefly wondered why men on his world didn't wear make-up if results like
this were possible.
His mom asked, "Like what you see?" Peter nodded. "Good. Now don't muss
yourself. I've got to go get myself ready."
His mom left and Peter briefly looked over the make-up, wondering if he
could do what his mom did. He figured not, but also realized he could
learn. He could shift into worlds where he could learn to apply make-up or
do anything else for that matter. Of course, at only two days a week,
things could take a while, but shifting could open a lot of doors for him.
He was still musing and pondering when his mom called out, "Ready to go?"
She saw him and said, "You forgot to change. Hurry up." Peter quickly got
out of his shorts and shirt and into a pair of pants and a blouse. He
grabbed a pair of sneakers from the closet and his mom said, "Bring the
heels. You can put those on after the game." When he hesitated, staring at
the heels, she said, "Let me guess, guys don't wear heels in your world?"
Peter nodded. "You live in a sexist world." Peter shrugged. "Push them to
the back of the closet and grab your loafers. We're running a little late,
so we can tell your dad we didn't see them and didn't have time to look."
Peter did as he was told and they went out to the car and drove to the
field.
Once there, they found their seats, and Peter looked around for his dad and
sister. He saw his dad with the cheerleaders, dressed in the same sweater
and short shorts combo they were. He was running them through some
routines. During a brief break, David caught his gaze and blew him a kiss.
Peter blew one back, getting a smile in response.
He heard Jess say, "Already flirting more with the new girl? Should I be
jealous?"
He turned and saw her big smile. He joked, "I don't have to flirt with you.
I know you're just in it for the sex."
She sat beside him and kissed him. "Guilty as charged." She looked up to
his mom and said, "Hi, Mrs. Wilkins."
His mom replied, "Hello, Jess." She pointed to the lockers and said, "Your
sister and the team are taking the field."
Peter watched the team come out. He noticed that the uniforms were far less
heavily padded than the men's uniforms of his world. The teams (all girls)
ran out and quickly set up. He guessed that the home team's quarterback was
his sister, but he really couldn't tell under the helmet.
The game quickly got underway and Peter watched with the intent of noticing
the differences between the footballs of two worlds. The first thing he
noticed was that the game as played in this world was far less blatantly
brutal than the game he knew. This game was a lot more running and more
agility based. He also noticed that the passing game was weaker and thus
used far less often and tended to shorter passes. The running game was far
superior to anything his world's high school could offer, and even rivaled
some college games he had watched. He watched with amazement and even a
little pride as his sister (well, his counterpart's sister) deftly wove
through player collections of the opposing team that he was sure would've
brought her down, and he cheered as loud as anyone every time she ran the
ball into the end zone.
At halftime, as the teams left the field, Peter got a chance to watch the
cheerleaders in action performing some lengthier cheers than those done
while the game was being played. Despite it being an all guy team, their
performance was surprisingly acrobatic, although not quite as dynamic as the
mostly girl team at home. But the greatest draw seemed to be the same thing
as at home, namely watching boobs bounce as cheerleaders cavorted about the
field. These cheerleaders had another draw, at least for those interested
in such things. The bulge in the crotch of each cheerleader was prominently
displayed for all to see, and, judging by the difference between what he
knew David had and what appeared to be there, Peter guessed that they were
wearing padded briefs or shorts to make their "equipment" more noticeable.
Curious, Peter looked around at the crowd. At home, most of the girls who
were attending the game would've been there as dates of guys, in order to
ogle the players, or both. Although he couldn't guess why any particular
person was there, he did notice that the crowd was larger than the ones at
home. Apparently, girl football with guy cheerleaders who had boobs was a
bigger draw than guy football back home.
After halftime and the teams had retook the field, David came up and sat
beside Peter. Peter had noticed that homosexuality was far more open and
accepted here, so he gave David a quick kiss and wrapped his arm around the
cheerleader. David snuggled up and asked, "So does this mean I'm your
boyfriend?"
Jess smiled and said, "Of course not." When David reared up, a little touch
of fear in his eyes, she said, "You're his girl, just like we agreed."
David snuggled up again, laying his head on Peter's boob and saying,
"Thanks."
Whispering, Peter's mom asked, "David, do you think you might really be a
woman inside?" David seemed shocked that Peter's mom knew about that. She
put her hand comfortingly on his and said, "It's okay, dear. Peter was
concerned about what was the best way to help you, so he confided in me. No
one else knows. but if this is real, not just some sexual game, then it
could be very serious. Have you thought about it? Discussed it with your
parents?"
"I haven't discussed it with my parents, but I have thought about it." He
paused, then said, "A lot." Then he sighed. "But what girl likes being a
cheerleader?"
"There have been a few, but your love of a sport classically seen as men
only shouldn't be what makes up your mind. What else makes you think you
might be a woman?"
"Lots of little things. I'm not real fond of these," he hefted his boobs.
"I'm also not as easy to anger as most guys are, but when I do fight, god
help the other person. I've got an almost female killer instinct. I also
prefer the rougher, faster sports. I'm the only guy on the men's varsity
football, wrestling, and soccer teams."
"Sounds like you definitely need to talk with your parents."
"I guess so."
"Do you need someone else to be there? Peter or me?"
"Thanks, Mrs. Wilkins. I think I will."
"When do you want to do this?"
"I don't know. I'll have to think about it."
"Don't put it off for too long, or you may find yourself putting it off
forever." David nodded and settled into Peter. Jess settled in to his
other side.
About ten minutes later, Peter said, "Sorry, girls, but this boy has got to
go use the boys' room." He slipped out from between David and Jess and
walked to the bathroom. After he finished with the urinal, he wiped himself
and put his pants and briefs back on. He turned and was confronted by the
Goth queen, Samantha. Remembering what his mother had told him about
Samantha harassing him, he grew a bit afraid. "What do you want? This is
the men's room."
Samantha gave him an amused snort and started walking towards him. "I know
this is the men's room. I just wanted to talk to you alone."
"About what?"
She reached up and took his breasts in hand. Despite himself, he felt more
than a bit of pleasure and moaned. Samantha smiled and asked, "So, does
that goody-good, Jessica, put out for you? With tits like these, you
deserve a girl who puts out."
Peter almost blurted out a yes, but realized Samantha would probably try to
use that against him or Jess if she could. He composed himself and said,
"That's none of your business."
"That sounds like a no. So why don't you lose the virgin princess and get
with a girl who knows how to treat a guy right?"
Peter took a deep breath and grabbed her hands. "I love Jess, and won't do
that to her, particularly with you the way you've been treating me."
She tried to push her hands back. "You're not going to hold a little
harmless teasing against me?"
He stiffened his arms, said, "Yes, I am," and slipped past her and out of
the bathroom.
He returned to the bleachers and took his seat between David and Jess.
David noticed his partial erection and asked, "Thinking about us?"
Peter smiled and said, "With the amount I think about you two, I'm surprised
I don't walk around with a constant hard-on."
Jess asked, "Want to go somewhere after dinner and deal with that?"
Before Peter could respond, his mom said, "I'm afraid Peter has got a
writing project that he has got to get done. Tonight. Since the subject
has come up, David, would you like to join us for dinner later?"
"Yes, I would. Thank you, Mrs. Wilkins."
The rest of the game passed normally, with the home team winning 41 to 13.
Dinner passed similarly and before he knew it, Peter and his family were
back home. He went straight up to his room, took out the "Others" diary and
filled out a description of what he had gone through over the last two days.
He played with his breasts to orgasm once more before bed, then went to
sleep.
He woke up to his mother shaking him. "Time to get up for church, son." He
grumbled a bit and tried to hide deeper under the covers. His mother said,
"Come on, shifter. Time to get back to your own life."
Hearing her mom refer to his shifting, he sat up in bed, his hands going
immediately to his chest, now barren. "It wasn't a dream?"
His mom, with her prodigious bosom back in place, sat on the edge of the
bed. "Nope. You have now taken the steps into a whole new world of
experiences. Welcome to the world of shifting." She handed him two blank
books like those he had gotten from his mom in the other world. "Quickly
read through your 'Others' book to get what your counterpart did. That way
there won't be any big surprises. Do it fast, because you still have to get
ready for church." His mother gave him a kiss on the cheek and left him to
his reading.
Peter took the book with 'Others' written on it and opened it up.
************
Greetings, brother. I figure that's a little better than something like
Other Me or Counterpart.
This is so weird. I'm in another world where girls have boobs. How did you
feel seeing all those guys with tits? Mine hadn't grown in yet. Mom keeps
saying any day, but sometimes I wonder.
Anyways, on to what I did over the last two days.
Oh, I don't know if my mom made any suggestions about writing in the book,
but yours suggested I just say 'mom' or 'dad' or 'Lorrie' or whatever when
referring to people in this dimension. It keeps things from getting
confusing. If I need to refer to my universe's inhabitants, I'll say my
whatever.
I don't know how long it took anyone to notice you weren't me, but it took
mom all of about five seconds. She walked in, I said, "Mom, you've got
boobs!" Dad came in, said, "Glad you noticed, sport," kissed mom, and left.
After he left, I asked, "Where are dad's boobs?" and she knew. She
explained about shifting, gave me these books, and had me write down my
morning.
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Okay, it's after school. After breakfast, mom warned me about the bullies
harassing you. I thought she meant Samantha and her gang. I was shocked
when she said it was David and his fellow football players. It really hurt
to find out that Jess was following him around, even knowing she wasn't my
Jess.
The school day was a hassle. It seems your classes are about a week ahead
of mine. I was real glad when I found out that your History test was a week
ago. I think that's why I shifted. I really wasn't ready for that test.
Lunch was pretty boring. In my world, Jess and I eat together. Here, I ate
with Danny, chatting about the game tomorrow.
After school, I lucked out. Coach called an emergency practice and I didn't
have to deal with David.
The birthday dinner mom fixed later was great. Mom and dad got you a
portable computer. (Mom said it was better to keep the diaries offline.)
Lorrie got you a new soccer ball. We had chocolate cake with fudge
frosting. Knowing you'd miss it, mom saved you a piece, but don't ask for
it in front of anyone else. I'm not sure dad or Lorrie knows about
shifting.
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Right after the game and dinner.
I don't know about you, but I missed my make-up. I don't miss the hassle of
putting it on, but I do miss how good it makes me look. Do mom and Lorrie
wear it for everything?
Anyways, that football game sucked. Sorry if that offends, but it did. To
me, it looked like a couple dozen men ramming into each other like animals.
Lorrie -my Lorrie- could've run circles around all of them.
In the last quarter of the game, I went to the bathroom. When I came out I
saw Samantha and froze. Yeah, I know. In this world, she doesn't even know
me, but months of harassment do not go away with a casual comment or two.
But she just looked me up and down, then smiled and shook her head. It was
almost like she was laughing at me.
After the game, dinner was a modest affair at the steakhouse. Mom and dad
chatted about work. Lorrie talked about this guy she was dating, Matt
Gleason. Then we came home and I went to sleep.
Not much for my first shifting, but I didn't even know I would be shifting.
Hope yours was better.
************
Peter finished reading the diary. Compared to his own day, his "brother"
did indeed have a fairly uneventful day. He hoped that his brother liked
what he had done. He also hoped that he liked his new breasts. Right now,
he and his father were having a "first boob day" re-celebration. Peter was
glad his brother hadn't missed that. Not being from that universe, he
hadn't been able to appreciate the day, but he did get the feeling that it
was something special. He set down the book and, noticing the time, he
rushed to get ready.
After church, the family went out for lunch before returning home. Lorrie
and Peter spent the afternoon kicking the soccer ball around before a Sunday
evening Chicken Kiev dinner.
The next day Peter went to school, almost having forgotten his problems.
That is, until David shoved him into the girls room when he wasn't paying
attention. Luckily there was no one in there, but it was still a nasty
reminder.
At lunch. Peter ate alone. He saw David and knew that the older boy was
planning something mean for his trip home. He thought about what his mother
in the other world had told him about seeing people in new ways and decided
to take a chance on a way to deal with David.
He got up and walked over to Samantha and sat beside her, surprising her
with his boldness. She looked at him and asked, "Can I do something for
you, little boy?"
"I'd like to ask for a little help. David Lewis has been harassing me and I
was wondering if I could get a little help."
She looked Peter over. "And what do I get out of it?"
"What do you want?"
She stared right at his crotch and said, "Why don't you take that sock out
of your pants and let me see what you've got to offer."
Peter took her hand and lay it in his lap. "I do not now have nor have I
ever had a sock in my pants in order to make me seem bigger than I am."
She briefly fondled his crotch then whispered, "I'll run you home today by
way of my house. If you know how to use that, we might have a regular
thing."
Samantha got up and Peter watched her walk away. Yes, this shifting could
really work great.
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