Catfish - An X-Change Story Pt. 02

Welcome part two of Catfish - An X-Change Story. If you haven't read the first part, well, you might be missing out. That said, the start of this story should fill you in enough that you get a good idea of what happened in the first installment. I would say that this story more generally fits the traditional X-Change story plotline with a few tweaks. It's also about half the length of the first part.

I'd like to thank KenjiSaito for editing both the first and second parts of this story. I would love it if you thanked him for all the hard work he does to make stories come to life, without the distraction of copious literary mistakes. I did make a few edits after he edited the story. Please forgive me if I missed something in my last-minute edits.

I have continued the aesthetic I tried in the first installment in an attempt to mimic stories/posts from a popular social media platform. Thus, each "chapter" has a song that goes with it; background music for the chapter. While you don't have to listen to the song mentioned, I found inspiration in the tone, if not the words, of each song.

There are a few conversations that happen in text message form between some of-age teenagers. I have taken the liberty to translate these conversations into plain text for ease of reading. All text messages will be in italics

I have based the story in another location I have never visited. Therefore, I have either made up places, changed their names, or used locations that are known to both tourists and locals.

As usual, all characters engaging in sexual activity are consenting and over eighteen. Fair warning- this story, as did the first, has some major gender bent elements. If that isn't your cup of tea, this probably isn't the story for you; then again, what if it is?

One last note; Mor means mom in Danish.

Catfish an X-Change Story - Part Two

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How it started...

I was a catfish. It seems weird to say it. The 'was' part is quite possibly the strangest aspect of my story. Catfish are not supposed to get caught up in their scheme. They are also not supposed to be themselves. They are supposed to put a little truth in their lie to make it seem real, not the other way around. It wasn't like I had a manual, or had really wanted to catfish Aiden in the first place. I guess that's why instead of stringing him along and breaking his heart, I ended up falling for him. So hard, that I temporarily changed my gender just to be his prom date.

Looking back on everything, it seems a bit weird that we had our first 'real' date after I'd gone to prom with him, after I'd lost my virginity in the hotel room after prom. I guess that's just how things go when you are the one who actually gets hooked. But you already know all that, you're here to find out what happened after prom...

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Sunday, the day after prom, Aiden and I had our first 'real' date. It was sweet, intimate in the sense that we were almost unaware of the rest of the world. We shared a few kisses, but the night before seemed to have calmed our immediate sexual appetites.

When we parted, I promised to go on more dates with him soon.

I spent the remainder of my time as a girl, the morning after my second date with Aiden, at Izzy's house. She skipped school, don't tell! We talked and danced and she started teaching me about makeup and how to do my hair. As Rebecca, I was, somehow, even closer to Izzy than I had been before. My secret created an extra bond between us. Her jealousy over my larger rack was tempered by my definite lack in comparison to her when it came to my hips and butt. Her private name for me became 'golden tits', in reference to my hair, prom dress, and my assets as Rebecca.

When my parents got home from their respective business trips, we sat down and had a talk. I confessed the whole thing, start to finish. I skipped most of the details about Aiden and I after prom. My parents didn't need to know, want to know, all those details. They knew enough to guess what had happened.

Mor already knew before my confession that I had been a girl for the weekend. Apparently, showing up on the doorbell camera in a prom dress and later as a girl in street clothing, was a pretty big giveaway.

As punishment, they grounded me for two weeks; I was allowed to go to my internship, and that was it. The bigger punishment was that I wasn't allowed to use my phone, at all. No social media, no messaging, nothing. They 'generously' let me tell Aiden that I was grounded before impounding my phone and shortly after, my laptop.

It turned out that going to prom as a girl and spending the night with Aiden hadn't been the reason they decided to punish me. It was the whole catfishing thing, hiding what was going on from my parents, and lying about staying at Amanda's. Like I said, I wasn't the kind of kid who did those things, the punishment might have seemed over the top, but I had been lying, mostly by omission, to my parents for months. My parents trusted me and I abused that trust.

It was a painful two weeks. The only bright spot was that my parents agreed to let me go see a therapist to talk about possibly spending my freshman year as Rebecca. I think I spent far too much time listening to Dua Lipa while I was grounded. She quickly became my new favorite artist while I reminisced about the events I associated with Levitating and Pretty Please.

My new therapist decided that I was a good candidate for spending my freshman year as a girl, and sent in a recommendation to Rhode Island Design School (RIDS). Once I was accepted to their transition housing program, the therapist set about getting insurance authorization for the doses of X-Change I would need for the summer and throughout my first year of college.

My parents took me deciding to be Rebecca for the summer in stride, with tolerance, if not outright acceptance. I was surprised at first, but they are Danish after all, equality and trust matter a lot to them.

At the end of the two weeks, the first thing I did after I got my phone back was to immediately schedule a date with Aiden. This time, it was dinner and a movie. In lieu of acting out that dream I had of giving him a blowjob in the theater, I settled for a very satisfying make-out session with some heavy petting in his little Mercedes, while we were in the parking lot after the movie, while End of an Era played on my phone.

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The problem I faced was how would I tell Aiden the truth? My parents had been adamant after my confession- I needed to tell him the truth. If he forgave me and we kept dating, they would support me completely. If I didn't tell him, well, they would still support me, but they were going to tell Aiden without me and let me deal with the consequences.

I made a plan with them. They would let me wait until graduation. While I had officially graduated already, I had still been invited to attend the ceremony, dress up, cross the stage, and do the typical graduation things with my former classmates. Waiting would give me time to go on a few more dates with Aiden and make sure this was what I wanted before I told the truth and potentially broke his heart. It might break mine too if he didn't forgive me, but if I wanted a chance at a real relationship, he had to know the truth.

Houdini

Graduation in June was the typical American affair. Dressing up in cheap gowns in the school colors; wearing silly, matching fabric covered cardboard hats that we were strictly forbidden from throwing. Sitting in folding chairs on the sunny football field, while we listened to speeches that could have been written by an AI.

All except Aiden's.

Of course, he had been chosen to give the student speech.

The scene at prom with Jennifer and the mystery of me had just made him more popular. According to Izzy, there were several rumors going around as to where I had come from. Nobody at South seemed to know me, I had BookFace friends, but wasn't in any of their classes. Some people said I must have been homeschooled. Others said I was some private school brat. Izzy's favorite was that I was an escort Aiden hired to accompany him to prom. More than a few were convinced that I didn't exist at all. The fact that I had been seen so many times with Aiden on dates, and at prom, just confused the issue. There weren't any rumors that were close to the truth, even though it was the most obvious answer. No matter which version people believed, the buzz about Aiden and I hummed through the school.

So, when the class was allowed to choose a student speaker, as the student body Vice President, Aiden was quickly chosen.

He put that creative writing class to good use. We went over his speech together several times. I'm no writer, but I can read, and I knew what might make a boring ceremony more fun. I think I helped a little. Aiden's speech was a hilarious poem that compared high school to classic video games, ending by encouraging the students to get out and eat the world like Pac-Man, avoiding the ghosts of their past.

Aiden asked me to come to come watch him give his speech, and then the day before the big event, go to lunch with his family after. I agreed to go to graduation and watch his speech, I , as Geoff, was already going to be there, but I'd been tentative about going to lunch. I was hopeful that the bond we had built would be enough to get him to forgive me, but I was going to be surprised if he didn't rescind my invitation because he needed some time to process the whole thing. The plan I had worked out with my parents was to find Aiden after the ceremony was over, confess the catfishing, explain that I wasn't born Rebecca, and ask for forgiveness.

Aiden's speech ended in a roar of applause; I couldn't have been more proud. His success made me nervous for what I was about to do.

I tried not to be nervous, but I almost fell off the stage after getting a handshake and a diploma cover. At least I got a little laugh from some of the nearby students. When the ceremony was finally over, I made my way over to the small group of guys surrounding Aiden.

I waited for a moment until there was a lull in their conversation when someone mentioned finding their family.

"Aiden? Could I talk to you for a moment?" My voice seemed to leap from my throat and broke in the middle of my question.

He looked up curiously. One of the guys gave him a slap on the back and started walking away. Aiden waved at him and spoke to me.

"Sure, I've got a minute."

He looked at the other guys standing there, a few were at dinner with us on Prom night.

"Guys, I'll see you later. Team dinner on Tuesday." One of his friends gave him another slap on the back.

They said their goodbyes and left us alone with students and families milling around us randomly. Even with all the people around us, it seemed like we were in our own pocket of space, the world just moving around us. Someone's phone started ringing nearby, I recognized the ring tone, Dua Lipa's Houdini.

I took a deep breath.

"I'm Geoff," I offered.

Aiden reached out his hand. "Hey, Geoff."

I took his hand and shook it. I expected the sparks I felt whenever he touched me when I was Rebecca. It wasn't the same, no sparks, Rebecca wasn't here, this was all up to Geoff.

"Aiden. I need to apologize for something." I swallowed. "I was part of a cruel joke played on you this year."

I took a deep breath, and continued, "You know how your friends bet that your prom date was a catfish? Well, it was true, Rebecca isn't real. She was a catfish."

He regarded me coolly, as if giving me space to keep going.

"It wasn't right. It was the wrong thing to do, we should have never done it. I should have said no. You never deserved it..."

In the noise of the people laughing and moving around us, there was a silence between us that seemed to go on forever. I wasn't sure what to say next. I'd already said what I had practiced. But there was one thing that I could say, the final admission.

"I am the catfish. I am, was, or whatever, Rebecca. I was the one that led you along for months..."

Aiden pursed his lips and gave me one of those half smiles that made Rebecca weak in the knees.

"I know." He raised his eyebrows at me.

It took me a moment to take that in. "You know?"

"Yep. Orion told me." He said it with almost no emotion, like he was bating me.

My mouth dropped open and he grinned at me.

"He told me the week after prom. Bought me lunch to say thank you for helping with Kelly and apologized for the whole thing. He apologized for ruining my prom and the catfishing scheme. He took responsibility for everything, all the messages, leading me on, even leaving me dateless at prom. At first, I believed him. Then I realized things didn't add up, he didn't even know that my date had shown up. I knew he couldn't have been the one behind the messages. It was obviously someone else. He wouldn't tell me who, he tried to tell me it was all him, but I figured it out."

"I thought you'd be mad at me."

"Oh, I was." He took a breath. "It was probably good you were grounded for those two weeks. The first week I probably would have blocked you and told you I never wanted to see you again if you'd tried to explain. But after the rest week I realized I needed answers. I started trying to find out who you were, I went to Amanda's."

"You did?"

"She was the only one who I was sure knew who you were. I mean, I asked Izzy, but she told me she'd rather die than tell me. I probably shouldn't have asked her so soon, I think I came on a little too strong. I might owe her an apology."

"What did Amanda say?"

"She sat me down and explained who she was, like before she moved to California. Then she told me about you. How you'd struggled with the whole thing and then how much Rebecca likes me. She said she didn't know how it had happened, but that we had something rare, something worth forgiving you for."

"She never told me."

"I asked her not to." He took a breath and held it for a moment, his lips pursed in thought.

"Why didn't you say anything after I was ungrounded?"

"I decided that I wanted to see if what we had was worth saving. When you acted like nothing had changed, I just pretended that I didn't know. Orion was still claiming it was all him, and you obviously didn't know he had said anything."

His expression softened. "It's just so easy with you, I mean Becca. Just like Amanda said, it was something worth forgiving you for. So, I forgave Becca."

"Thanks." I felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

"But I didn't know Geoff. I could forgive Becca, she's my girlfriend, but Geoff... I needed to see what kind of man he was. Was he going to hide behind Becca forever or tell the truth?"

"Oh."

He smiled at me. Not the way he smiled at Rebecca, the kind of smile he gave his friends. There was a difference.

"I accept your apology."

"Thanks." I looked down at my shoes.

He cocked his head. "So, is Rebecca coming to lunch?"

I looked up, his eyes smiled at me.

"If you still want me to?"

"Well, to be honest, Geoff isn't invited, Becca is," he teased. "I know you really are the same person, Amanda told me you never pretended to be someone else, at least personality wise, but you get the picture."

"Rebecca will be there."

"Good, I'll be by at one to pick her up."

"Aiden?"

"Yes?"

"Thanks."

"No problem."

When he turned to leave, I called out his name, "Aiden!"

He stopped, "Yeah?"

"One more thing..."

"Okay?"

"Geoff is going away for the month..."

I took a deep breath. "Rebecca wanted to let you know that she's going to be here all summer and in Rhode Island next fall. And, she loved your speech."

He grinned. "That's good to hear. Maybe she wants to go on a date this week and see that print-making exhibit with me before it closes. I hear the modern ones at the end are really impressive..."

"She would like that. Maybe you could take the ferry..." I couldn't help but smile.

Aiden cocked his head as if listening to someone yelling for him. "Hey, I need to go. Geoff, it was good to meet you. Maybe we could meet again sometime."

He paused, and raised his eyebrows. "If we do, you should ask about Anne-Marie..." He winked at me and disappeared into the crowd.

I wondered who Anne-Marie was for a moment, and then my phone started buzzing. It was a text from Mor.

Mor - Hey, where are you? We need to get going so we can make your appointment at the clinic.

Me - Be right there.

I ran to the car. This was the day I would get my first dose of X-tra strength. I was going to be Rebecca for a whole month. Thinking about it had me a little giddy, Aiden had forgiven me, my parents supported my decision, the summer was wide open. Being able to go on a date with Aiden whenever I wanted was a big plus, but there were a lot of other things I wanted to do, too, things you just couldn't get done in twenty-four hours, the girl at the salon had been right.

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My summer with Aiden was a whirlwind, dates to various locations around the Bay, late-night calls, it was everything that a summer romance was supposed to be. Being Rebecca was easy, far easier than I'd ever expected. Coming out to the rest of my friends was a bit awkward, but they all accepted it. Oliver even joked that it was a better balance anyway- three girls, three guys.

Our day at the water park was probably the most awkward, Jane had a good laugh when the guys couldn't stop staring at me in my bikini. She told them they all should try coming as girls next year and see how it felt. Izzy wasn't too jealous, she helped me pick out my suit; I think she may have pushed me into something more revealing to get back at Jane for last year.

Fridays and Saturdays were my busiest days of the week. They say that every artist has a muse and Aiden definitely was mine. I made so many new prints over the summer that Amanda set aside two walls in her shop to display and sell my art.

Sunday became a standing date for us, set aside so we had nothing to do but enjoy each other's company, many of those dates had to do with art or architecture. The Bay area was filled with both. So many of our dates started with a ferry ride over to San Francisco and then an afternoon of enjoying the electric mix of architecture the city offered, or one of the many galleries or museums. Food was also a big motivator. The Bay area was hard on a couple of teenagers, even when they had jobs. Good food was expensive, so we always shared.

One Sunday afternoon in July, we were snuggled up in the shadow of Coit Tower, looking out over the city and the Bay beyond, sharing a bowl of steaming noodles from around the corner. Noodles mean something different in San Francisco, than they do in other places. Noodles are a way to convey flavor, and there are so many flavors available in the city.

I'm not sure what motivated my question. Maybe it was the couple who walked by us, holding hands. Each dressed in a style so unique that you couldn't guess if they were guys, girls, trans, or just dressed to keep people guessing. Whatever it was, they walked hand in hand, the picture of a happy couple.

"Hey Aiden? Does it ever bother you?" I asked, as I waited my turn with the chopsticks.

When he finished swallowing, he responded. "Does what bother me?"

I slurped one of the curry-coated noodles. "That, you know... I haven't always been a girl. I mean, I'm not a real girl."

He offered me a noodle with the chopsticks he was still holding, I leaned forward and slurped it into my mouth.

He smiled at me. "You know I don't care about that. If I did, we would have never worked after I found out."

I swallowed. "You sure?"

"Yup, so long as you are Becca, I'm happy. But you know I never want to force you to be her, you know?" He snagged a piece of chicken and offered it to me with the chopsticks again.

I nodded, as I thought. When my mouth was free again, I asked what I really wanted to know. "Why?"

"Why what?" He pretended to offer me another bite of noodles, and grinned that cute grin when he pulled back and took the bite himself.

"Why are you okay with me being, a..." I sighed at the thought of the slightly derogatory term used for people like me, "a 'pharmacy fake'?"

"What do you mean why? Because you are Becca, and I like you and YOU are my girlfriend." He smiled through the mouthful that he hadn't quite finished.

"But..." I bit my lower lip, and looked away, "sometimes, I feel like I'm just not good enough for you, like I'm not good enough..."

"Do you feel that way right now?" He offered me a generous bite.

I shook my head while I chewed.

"Good, because there is no one I'd rather be here with." He traced his finger along my jaw from my ear to my chin.

"You sure?" I smiled hopefully.

"Absolutely. Maybe it's shallow of me, but so long as you want to be Becca and be with me, I'm in. I've never had a relationship that I felt this close to someone. There is no drama, no pressure. I don't have to pretend to be who 'they' expect me to be, to let you say you are sleeping with me to gain status..."

"But I am sleeping with you!" I interrupted, as I snagged the chopsticks from his hand.

"Yeah, but you don't want anything out of it aside from me."

"Just lots of orgasms..." I teased, through my mouthful.

He laughed, "See? Who says that? You're just honest with me about who you are and what you want. Aside from the whole catfishing thing, which I blame on Orion, and the picture of your cousin, you never lied to me once."

I realized, for a moment, that I hadn't after that first texting session, not once. I hadn't even lied about the times I came when we were sexting. Sure, I pretended to be a girl every time we did that, but there had never been a lie. I had always just presented myself as me.

"What about saying I went to South and the whole ex-boyfriend thing?" I popped the last piece of chicken into my mouth, wishing we had gotten another entrée.

"I still blame that on Orion, and I forgave you for all of that. But really, have you lied to me outside of that?" He winked at me and poked me in the breast while he slipped the chopsticks from my hand when I tried to bat him away.

"What about pretending to be a girl at prom?" I mock-glared at him.

"Was that pretending?" He took a quick bite. "Genetically, you were just as much a girl as anyone else there. And, what guy starts choreographed dances to songs at prom?"

His cheeky grin was infectious. He showed me the carry-out container which was, by then, empty.

"I know some guys would freak out that you were/are Geoff, too." He shrugged. "I'm not them, I'm attracted to girls and I'm attracted to you. Maybe I have a better understanding of your position than you realize, but you don't have to worry about what I think."

He pulled me closer, his lips millimeters from mine. "I want you just as you are."

He kissed me, not hard like we did in the moments when we were alone with no one to see, but like he wanted to show how earnest he was, to impress upon me that I didn't have to worry about what anyone else might think if they knew who I was when I wasn't Rebecca.

When he finally pulled away, leaving me a bit breathless and wishing we were someplace private, he grinned. "Maybe one day, I'll show you why I don't care if you are Geoff. But until then, I think we need something cold and sweet before I melt. Those noodles were a little spicy."

He grinned. "Gelato by Washington Park, or do we need to go over to that place in The Mission?"

I gave him a shrewd look. "You know my favorite place is by Delores Park, it'll take at least forty minutes to get there, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to keep me busy all afternoon until after your parents leave for your aunt's birthday party."

He grinned. "Guilty..."

"And you have plans for after they leave, don't you..."

"Again, guilty. You sure are smart for an artsy girl, aren't you?" He looked right at my forehead as though he could see into my mind.

I swatted him on the shoulder. "Mission, it is. But I get to watch you walk down Greenwich Steps this time. Last time, I almost fell when you swatted my butt!"

"Deal." He gave me a quick kiss before we left, hand in hand.

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The highlight of my summer happened just before I had to leave for school, when Amanda surprised me with a long, very early birthday-weekend getaway in Napa. I say very early because my birthday isn't until December. It shouldn't surprise anyone that I chose to take Aiden with me. It didn't matter that we couldn't visit the wineries, a convertible Mercedes was an excellent way to get to romantic picnic locations and visit art galleries. Not to mention, it gave me a chance to show off a few new outfits Izzy helped me pick out. None of them had anything to do with turtlenecks.

Work with Amanda went on as usual, four days a week, she let me do more and more on my own, until by the end of the summer, we had clients asking for me personally. It was exciting and I cried when we said goodbye for the school year. I'm sure it wouldn't surprise you to hear that Amanda cried, too. She had become like a second mom to me.

Training Season

With the start of our freshman year came new challenges. Art school had always sounded fun, but it was actually pretty hard if you were serious about it. Deadlines on art projects were new to me, and it took a lot more time for me to make things that were for school projects and not just for me.

Despite the fact our campuses basically overlapped on College Hill, Aiden had even less free time to see me than I did to see him. Professors at Browns expected their students to do homework, lots of homework. He also had the added complexity of swim team, and the partial scholarship that was tied to it, which took up early mornings, a few evenings, and more than a few of his weekends.

We were thrust from summer romance back into the realities of normal life.

One evening, while I was trying to get past some artist's block in the studio, daydreaming about our mini-vacation to wine country, I got a text from someone named Anne-Marie. She said she was Aiden's cousin. Aiden confirmed her story when I asked him.

Our conversations started innocently enough.

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Anne-Marie - So what kind of music do you like?

Rebecca - A bunch of stuff?

Anne-Marie - Are you listening to anything right now?

Rebecca - Dua Lipa.

Anne-Marie - Love her! What song?

Rebecca - Training Season

Anne-Marie - Ohh, that's a good one!

Anne-Marie - Hey, I heard you are an artist! Ever sold any of your art?

Rebecca - Yes, sold a few this summer. Aiden bought two of them though, so those don't count.

Anne-Marie - Why not? Isn't a sale, a sale?

Rebecca - Doesn't count when your boyfriend buys it...

Anne-Marie - So what are you studying in school?

Rebecca - Printmaking

Anne-Marie - Like using a printer?

Rebecca - No, more like before printers were invented.

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Just normal things you would ask when trying to get to know someone. Then they started to get more personal

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Anne-Marie - Do you like being a girl?

Rebecca - Yes, why?

Anne-Marie - Just wondering. Low key, do you think you'd ever sleep with a girl?

Rebecca - I hadn't given it much thought.

Anne-Marie - Come on, I know your secret. Haven't you ever wanted to have sex with a girl?

Rebecca - What secret?

Anne-Marie - Geoff.

Rebecca - So?

Anne-Marie - You're still attracted to girls, right? Or is it strictly guys?

Rebecca - Just Aiden.

Anne-Marie - So no girls?

Rebecca - That would be cheating.

Anne-Marie - That's not an answer. You wouldn't have to do it; just would you ever want to?

Rebecca - Sure, I guess.

Anne-Marie - You guess? Like you'd try kissing a girl or you guess you'd go all the way, but you're embarrassed about it?

Rebecca - Not embarrassed about it. I'm just with Aiden.

Rebecca - I still find girls attractive, just, I don't know. I picked your cousin so I'm trying not to look, guys or girls.

Anne-Marie - Makes sense. But haven't you ever wondered what it would be like with another girl?

Rebecca - Sure, but unless Aiden and I break up it's not going to happen.

Anne-Marie - What about Geoff?

Rebecca - What about him?

Anne-Marie - Hasn't Geoff ever wanted to do it with a woman, or it just guys?

Rebecca - He has never made it past second base with a girl.

Anne-Marie - Too bad, he's missing out.

Rebecca - Why did you ask?

Anne-Marie - I don't know, just wondering. Does Geoff ever make an appearance?

Rebecca - Here and there.

Anne-Marie - Do you think we could ever meet?

Rebecca - You mean, meet me?

Anne-Marie - Either, you, Geoff, both?

Rebecca - Not sure.

I wasn't sure what to make of her. It felt like she was hitting on me, or maybe hitting on me to get to Geoff. Sometimes, she was so normal, asking about how I liked school, what classes I was taking; other times, I wasn't sure what her goal was.

I started trying to avoid her messages. It was starting to feel like cheating on Aiden. I wasn't that girl. Anne-Marie might be his cousin, but she seemed far too interested in divining if I went both ways. If she was interested in Geoff, it didn't matter much, he was only around in the few hours between doses these days. Besides, it wasn't like we were two different people. Geoff was taken because Rebecca was taken.

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Anne-Marie - Hey, if I came to visit Aiden do you think we could meet up?

Rebecca - Why?

Anne-Marie - So we could meet in real life? I've heard so much about you!

Rebecca - Does Aiden know you're coming to visit?

Anne-Marie - He invited me.

Rebecca - If he is there, we can meet.

Anne-Marie - Yay!

Rebecca - When are you coming?

Anne-Marie - It's a surprise.

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A surprise wasn't what I had in mind. What if she showed up when we were busy? I still wasn't sure what to make of her. Aiden had never shown me a picture or anything, but he said she existed. It was a little odd that her number had a Bay-area area code when she said she lived in New York. I'd never heard Aiden's parents mention her. Sure, my parents didn't name all of my cousins when Aiden came to dinner at our house, and we hadn't been together long enough for him to meet my extended family in Denmark. But something was fishy, but I just couldn't put my finger on it.

Aiden and I initially struggled with our busy schedules to find a consistent time we could see each other. Every week, our schedules seemed to change, demands from classes varied week by week and it became a moving target.

Eventually, we settled on Thursday nights. It was right after I had a group meeting with other students in my transition program, those of us that were spending all or a significant period of our freshman year as a gender other than our sex assigned at birth. Aiden had weekly conditioning practice for swimming on Thursday afternoons, so his evenings were clear. We both had no class Friday mornings, so if we were up for it, which was pretty much every week, we would spend the night together after dinner or a movie at one of our doom rooms.

Thursday night seemed like a weird night of the week to have a standing date, but it worked for us. For me, it worked especially well; I always felt most connected to my feminine side after a transition meeting, the venerability I felt made cuddling up to Aiden feel that much more special.

The students in transition meetings were a classic type of support group, an hour set aside each week for us to decompress and share trials and triumphs. I think a big part of it was so they could monitor our mental health and intervene if needed.

Speaking from experience, swapping back and forth from guy to girl did wild things to my moods and hormones. I would be just about settled back in and feeling like part of the girl club by the end of the month, when it would be time to spend a few hours as Geoff before my next dose. It felt like the reset button was pressed each time and I had to earn it all back. Most of the girls in the program seemed to feel the same way. A common lament was that a month was never enough, there needed to be a three- or six-month version for those of us that weren't ready to take a Plus and the risks that came with it, if we decided we wanted to swap back again.

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The problem with a longer-term change was something I didn't quite understand. The more your body changed when you were on X-Change, the harder it was to swap back after a significant period of time, a month seemed to be the limit to 'simple' swaps. Something about entropy and conservation of energy. I have never claimed to understand it. What I did know, from the consultation with my doctor before my first X-tra Strength dose, was that if I had elected to take a Plus and then decided, after a period of time, I wanted to be a guy again, that there were complications.

As required by law, there was a way to reverse the change, but most people going from guy to girl lost body mass. The result was if you took a Plus, after about a month that mass was gone for good, and if you changed back to your original gender, you'd do so with the resulting loss in mass- essentially, a shrunken version of your original body. A good diet, a few years, and some hormones could help you get close to the size you were, somewhat like a second puberty, but there was no guarantee. The opposite was true for people who were initially female, they had an excess of body mass as males, usually resulting in obesity when they changed back, and occasionally other abnormalities involving bones that I didn't really want to think about.

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So, when it was announced in mid-October that the Food and Drug Administration had given the okay on a new version that lasted six months, I was immediately on board. Plus-lite, as it was called, would initially only be available at certain locations for those that had already been prescreened for X-tra. Luckily for me, the Browns Medical Center, just north of campus, was the current location where I received my usual dose and one of the selected locations for Plus-lite.

When I mentioned it to Aiden, he was all for it, we would have to seriously think about birth control for the first time, but other than that, it seemed like a win-win for us. It felt a little like it was a test to see if we wanted to spend the rest of our lives as a couple.

I was also excited because it would allow me to skip the weird hormonal swings of the monthly dose cycle and trade them for the normal hormonal swings normal girls had to put up with. It was great to be extremely easily turned on for a few days if you were planning to do nothing but spend all your time in bed, but it was a struggle to get your schoolwork done if all you thought about was what was in your boyfriend's pants. I was sure part of that was to blame for how easily I had jumped on Aiden in the hotel after prom. I didn't regret a moment of it, but there was more to life than just sex.

For all the things I'd experienced as a woman, there were still a few I hadn't, ones that made me feel like an outsider to the girls' club.

Aside from the monthly swaps, I'd really been enjoying my time as a woman, I was even enjoying the 'freshman five' (so far I had avoided the 'freshman fifteen') that had filled out my hips and butt a little. As a woman, I felt a little more seen, like my art mattered more. Of course, it didn't, but it felt that way, like it was celebrated more, but it shouldn't be. Everyone's art should be judged equally.

My biggest problem had been clothing. My previous wardrobe had been much cheaper than my current one. Jeans and T-shirts, jeans and turtlenecks, jeans and a button-up- you get the picture. Women just have so many more choices and accessories, it was a steep learning curve. Izzy helped me learn what looked good on me and my natural inclination towards simplicity kept the total cost down. Still, it was a lot; I was pretty sure new underwear alone almost doubled the cost of my previous wardrobe.

A few days before I was scheduled to get my first six-month dose, Anne-Marie messaged me again.

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Anne-Marie - Hey what kind of underwear do you like?

Rebecca - What?

Anne-Marie - Like panties, what kind do you like?

Rebecca - Umm... Why?

Anne-Marie - Buying some new ones, just wondering if you know something I don't.

Rebecca - Umm, well everybody is different. Just go somewhere with a big selection and try a bunch on.

Anne-Marie - Yeah but do you like thongs or bikinis or...?

Rebecca - Not a huge fan of bikinis, thongs, it depends on if you don't want lines.

Rebecca - Don't you know this stuff?

Anne-Marie - Yeah but I've been kind of in a rut, same underwear for years.

Rebecca - That's boring.

Anne-Marie - Hey! Just because you are all fancy...

Rebecca - You sound like a guy.

Anne-Marie - You'd know...

Rebecca - Yes, I would.

Anne-Marie - Oh, by the way, I'll be visiting this week.

Rebecca - Okay?

Anne-Marie - We should meet up.

Rebecca - I guess.

Anne-Marie - You don't sound excited.

Rebecca - Well, I've never met you. I pretty much only know that you are Aiden's cousin, and you ask weird questions.

Anne-Marie - But you could get to know me.

Rebecca - It's not like we'd go out partying. I don't have a lot of time for that. I feel like I live in the studio.

Anne-Marie - Well, if you could try to find some time, maybe on a Thursday night?

-

I let it drop; date night was important to me. It was the only day all week that I knew I'd get to spend some quality time with Aiden. We had even picked out where we were going to eat this week. Saturday would be six months since prom, and my first day as a woman for six months. It was two things worth celebrating. The location was Hermana Menor, a little Puerto Rican place that Aiden's Mom and Dad had gone to on parents' weekend and loved so much, they bought us a gift card for a romantic dinner. It grated on me a little that Anne-Marie might inject herself in my week and potentially interrupt date night.

Date night came, I was on the bus from RSID up Hope Street towards the restaurant, when I got a text from Aiden.

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Aiden - Hey, sorry, going to have to cancel, need to pull an all-nighter for a project tomorrow. [Melting Face emoji]

Aiden - Can't cancel the reservation. Anne-Marie is in town and will meet you there.

Aiden - Miss you... [Sad but Relieved Face emoji] [Red Heart emoji]

Rebecca - That sucks, [Crying Face emoji]

Rebecca - Do you still have a meet on Sat?

Aiden - Yeah but it's close. Sunday is open.

Rebecca - Okay, call after dinner?

Aiden - In the library, might not be able to answer.

Rebecca - [Crying Face emoji]

-

I looked up from my phone realizing that I was getting close and needed to pay attention so I could pull the cord for the stop before the restaurant. Dinner without Aiden was going to suck, add sharing a fancy dinner that was supposed to be romantic with Anne-Marie?

Double suck.

I looked out the window just in time to see a little convertible Mercedes parked down a side street that could have been the twin of Aiden's. I blinked and we had passed the street.

I admit that as I stepped off the bus- in my calf-length, gold-tulle skirt; two-inch kitten heels; and black blouse with a deep V-neck- I hoped Aiden had been playing a prank on me and that really had been his Mercedes. The wind picked up a little as I walked the quarter block to the restaurant, and I wished I had worn something warmer than the black cardigan I was then clutching to my body, as I looked around for Anne-Marie.

I had never seen a picture of Aiden's cousin, so all I had to go on was a girl around my age with similar features to Aiden. I was a bit early so I stood there, waiting in the cool evening, wondering when it would start to get really cold and I would have to buy one of those ankle-length puffy coats the girls in my studio class had been talking about the week before when the first cold front of the season had blown in.

A young woman walked up to me. She was wearing an unzipped gray bomber jacket that looked like it had been cut for a man, a pink-and-white gingham mini-dress that made me shiver just thinking about wearing it. She was taller than me and was wearing a pair of new-looking, black-and-white, heeled sneakers. She waved a little and stopped a few feet from me.

I could see from her long, muscular legs that she had to be an athlete. She offered her hand and smiled at me.

"Hi, I'm Anne-Marie, you must be Becca, right?"

I reached out and took her hand right as a gust of wind caught us. I shivered when I touched her hand. Her handshake was quick and firm.

"Hi. Yeah, I'm Becca." I offered, "Do you want to go inside? If we don't soon, I think I'm going to freeze."

We walked inside the little restaurant and were guided to one of six small tables for two. Anne-Marie offered me the booth seat which had a view of the rest of the restaurant.

After we were seated, Anne-Marie smiled at me again, and spoke, "Sorry Aiden couldn't come, he was so bummed. He told me he was really looking forward to dinner tonight."

I sighed, "Yeah, I was, too."

After a moment of silence, she tried to break the ice again. "So, I heard the tasting menu is the way to go..."

I looked her over. Raven black hair, just like Aiden, pulled back into a loose ponytail. Her face looked quite a bit like Aiden's, strong bushy eyebrows, green-flecked brown eyes that seemed to smile at me. She didn't have his strong jaw and her lips were plumper, her smile seemed wider. She wasn't wearing any makeup, which seemed a little odd, but not unheard of.

Her dress was short and tightly cut from the waist up with wide straps which looked good with her muscular shoulders. Her build could have been a swimmer's like Aiden's. I wondered if swimming ran in the family. Her breasts were a bit more modest than mine, and her hips flared out with feminine curves in a way that I couldn't compete with.

I picked up the menu. They had a very limited dinner service; the tasting menu was the only thing you could order. With a price tag of just under one hundred dollars, it was too expensive for two college students. Fortunately, they were giving us a little discount because we couldn't drink. The rest would be covered by the gift card Aiden's parents had given us.

"Yes, I heard that, too. Good thing it's the only option..."

Our awkward interaction continued into the second course. Anne-Marie seemed to be struggling to find things to talk about. I admit I wasn't helping much. I was watching her closely. Things were starting to add up. She ate left-handed, the rhythm in which she spoke. They all seemed familiar.

I decided I needed a test.

Months ago, when Aiden and I were at a little cafe back in the Bay Area, I'd left my left hand on the table, palm up, fingers curled just a little. It had taken Aiden half the meal to notice that I wanted him to hold my hand while we were eating. After I teased him about it, it became a little ritual we did. If I wanted him to hold my hand while we ate, I'd place it on the table, palm up and fingers slightly curled.

It worked well; he was left-handed so his right was usually available to hold mine.

I placed my hand in the correct position and waited for a moment. When Anne-Marie didn't take the bait, I caught her eye and flicked my gaze down at my hand. Her immediate response was to breathe out a quick "Oh!" and reached out to take my hand and give it a little squeeze.

Just like Aiden did.

When I squeezed back and didn't let go, she realized her mistake.

Her eyes went wide, she looked a little scared for a moment. I released her hand.

"Hi Aiden..."

She swallowed. "What? It's Anne-Marie..."

"Just like I'm Geoff..."

She took a deep breath. "How'd you know?"

"Did you think I wouldn't be able to recognize my boyfriend? Even if he happens to be a girl?" I smiled at her like I had just solved a big puzzle.

"Well, I... How did you know?"

"It was a lot of little things."

I started to eat the food I had been ignoring for the last few minutes. I hadn't really been focusing on it while I was watching Anne-Marie. I quickly realized I had been missing an amazing meal.

She watched me for a few minutes, looking more relaxed than she had since we sat down.

When I finished what was on my plate, she gave me that patient look that Aiden always gave me when he was waiting for an answer. When I didn't open up, she broke our silence.

"What little things?"

I crossed my arms under my breasts creating a nice valley that never failed to attract Aiden's attention. It figured, the guy who I had tried to catfish with a picture of boobs would be a breast guy- Anne-Marie's eyes were drawn to my cleavage.

"Well, it was a lot of things." I raised my eyebrows to egg him on a little.

"You definitely look like your sister, if you had one, you aren't wearing any makeup, the way you talk is just, well, you. The little thing you do where you balance your fork on your finger before you put it down. You kept your legs open even though you are wearing a short skirt. I even saw your car before I got off the bus..."

She immediately pulled her legs together tightly, and smoothed her short skirt over her toned thighs.

I understood why she did it. It took me a few weeks to get out of the habit of sitting with my legs open. Pants are a blessing when you are learning to be a woman.

"Lastly, the gingham print and the black-and-white sneakers. They are so you, I bet when you picked those out, you didn't think twice."

She laughed, "You got me, they were both on sale and nothing else even looked good."

"So, why is my boyfriend a girl?" I sat back against the wood booth, looking at Anne-Marie with a new perspective.

She was very pretty, even without makeup, but I would have expected that from Aiden. He was a very handsome guy. Aiden's muscle tone had definitely made the transition, and it was quite evident with all the skin her mini-dress exposed.

She took a sip of her water and pursed her lips before speaking. "Well, ever since you apologized to me at graduation, I've been thinking about it. Then the swim team thing happened and figured it was the right time."

"Swim team thing?"

"Yeah, they have this tradition, it's probably hazing, really. They have all the freshmen on the team race. The slowest guy and the slowest girl have to swap genders and then race the seniors. If you lose, you have to attend the next week of classes as the opposite sex. Usually, that would mean at least one meet and practices, too."

"And you were slowest?" I found it hard to believe.

"Yeah, but, I threw the race."

"Why?"

Our next course was served, and I had to wait a moment for her to take a few bites.

"Because it was a chance for you to meet Anne-Marie."

She smiled her version of Aiden's half smile; I had to admit it looked kind of impish and sexy.

She took a few bites and then continued, "Last summer, after Addison broke up with me, I was in a really weird place. Mom was really worried about me and decided that I needed to do something. With school over, I had nothing to do for a month, so she signed me up for a three-week swim camp at the University of Los Angeles."

She paused to take a few more bites.

"What I didn't know was that it was a girl's camp. When Mom found out she just doubled down and towed me to a clinic to get me an X-tra. We sat there for three hours until the background check cleared."

"What? Really?"

"Yeah, she said it would be good for me to see the female perspective. Moping over Addison all summer was going to be pointless. I needed to get out of the house and try something new."

"Wow..."

"Yeah, well that was how I ended up at camp, living in the dorms for three weeks as Anne-Marie. My mom picked the name. Afterwards, I wondered if she had known all along it was a girls camp."

"That seems pretty unbelievable."

"It felt that way at first, but after a few days, it didn't seem too weird. We had so much practice it was exhausting. We would come back to the dorms and crash in our beds. I didn't have time to think about Addison."

"Must have been weird going into the locker room as a girl. Wearing a different swimsuit and everything."

"Not really, I mean everyone came with their suits under their warmups every day, at the end of practice you'd shower in your suit and then change really fast. Swim kids learn to change really quickly. Most people change on the pool deck and you'd never know it. You'd be surprised, I think I only saw one set of boobs in the locker room the whole three weeks I was there."

"Oh."

"Yeah, well things changed a little after the first few days. When we had recovery days, we went on college tours, everyone would load on the bus and... Well, you get the idea."

The fourth course was served and we spent a few minutes enjoying it.

"So, the afternoon of the first recovery day, most of the girls decided to go out, I stayed behind. It was easy enough to hang out when we were at practice, but I was afraid they'd figure me out if I had to do the whole girl-talk thing."

I decided to tease her a little and reached out a foot to rub my leg against hers. She jumped a little and then leaned into it. It was nice to feel her smooth legs against mine, they felt a little softer than Aiden's.

"My roommate Makayla stayed back with me." She paused to take a drink. "We ended up making out."

I pulled my leg away and sat up.

She protested a little, "It was her idea. She asked if I'd ever kissed a girl and when I told her I had, she asked if I'd kiss her."

"The next night, we didn't go to sleep right away, we stayed up and fooled around. The third night we had sex for the first time."

My dessert finished and nothing else to distract me, it was hard not to wonder what that might have been like.

"By the end of the camp, we were sleeping together every night, clothes were very optional as soon as we passed through the door."

"Wow."

"Yeah."

"So, what happened?"

"Nothing really. The other girls probably knew what was going on, but no one said anything. Outside of the room we were just friends. At the end of camp, I decided to tell her that I was really a guy, but she beat me to it. Her name was really Mark from Vegas, and she had swapped just for camp like I had. It was a little awkward for a day, but after two weeks of what we had been doing, it was hard not to spend our last night together."

"What happened after?"

"Nothing, we said goodbye and what happened there, stayed there. My mom was happy because I was out of my funk. I was happy because even as a girl, college scouts that came to the camp were trying to recruit me. I actually met the assistant coach here when I was there. I'm pretty sure she has no idea who I was, but all I needed to do was win the second time so I didn't have to spend the week as Anne-Marie and she would never find out."

"When is the second race?"

"Two hours ago."

"How did it go?"

"I beat everyone, even the guys."

"Really?" I was impressed, maybe I shouldn't have been, she was Aiden after all.

She smiled knowingly, "I'm pretty sure there is an unwritten rule that they are supposed to let the unlucky guy and girl win so they don't have to go broke paying for a week of swaps. But when I was three lengths ahead on the first lap, they really started coming for me. I may have started with a bit of a head start, but I won by over a length."

Anne-Marie fumbled in her jacket and pulled out Aiden's wallet. She paid with the gift card and left two twenties as a tip and we put on our jackets and went outside.

The sun had set and the wind had picked up, we huddled together in the doorway unsure of what to do next.

"So, what now?"

"Well it is date night..."

I laughed, "Is this why you asked if I'd ever have sex with a girl?"

Her cheeks turned a little red that had nothing to do with the wind. "Maybe."

I turned towards her, reached up and pulled her lips to mine.

The spark was still there, the one I got each time Aiden and I kissed. It felt different with her softer, bigger lips. I wasn't going to complain.

When I was finished, I leaned forward and whispered, "Your place or mine?"

She laughed, "Yours I hope, my roommate has no idea I'm a girl right now. That might be a little awkward..."

"Perfect..."

We quickly walked to her car while holding hands. It was a little different holding her smaller hand, but it was nice. It didn't have the same secure feeling I got from Aiden's larger hands, not bad just different.

When we got to the car, she huddled in her jacket as the car warmed up.

"Holy crap, it's cold." She looked over at me. "How are you not freezing?"

I giggled, "I totally am, I just have practice. I feel like I'm cold all the time."

A thought popped into my head. "How hard are you nipping right now?"

"So hard. I'd swear I could cut diamonds with these things."

"Well then, let's go! I'm sure we can find a way to warm up..."

I could see the goose bumps covering her legs. The hem of her skirt had ridden up when we had gotten into the car, revealing even more of her toned legs.

When we stopped at a stoplight, I moved a hand over to her thigh and placed it so my fingertips would brush the sensitive area of her inner thigh. Her foot slipped off the brake for a moment, and she looked over at me.

"What was that for?"

I squeezed my hand, "Oh, just seeing how sensitive you are. You do it to me all the time..."

"Not when you are driving."

"True." I thought for a moment. "Hey, so why did you ask me if Geoff ever wanted to have sex with a woman? I mean you obviously were thinking about this..." I motioned to both of us. "It felt really weird when you asked, I thought Anne-Marie was trying to get me to cheat on you as Geoff..."

The car was quiet for a moment, while Anne-Marie pulled into a parking lot a few minutes from my dorm and found a spot. After the engine was turned off, she responded.

"This whole thing is a little weird, I mean, Geoff you, Becca you. Aiden, Anne-Marie. It's not like we are really different people. I'm still Aiden, but at the same time, I'm not because..., " she pointed between her legs.

She gave me a knowing look, and continued, "You are Becca to me and always will be, but you are also Geoff. I understand that better than most people since I've been Anne-Marie. I just wondered if, well, you kind of gave up a lot becoming Becca for me. As much as I understand that you like being Becca and you wanted to be her, I still feel responsible. I don't want anything to change between us. I want you to be Becca, I want us to be US as long as you'll have me. But you have to have doubts, right? Like what would it have been like if you hadn't met me? Would Geoff be dating some girl right now and finally lose his virginity?"

The look on her face said it all. She blamed herself in some way for me deciding to be Rebecca.

"Hey." I rested my hand on the arm of her jacket. "This is who I want to be now. If something changed, I might go back to being Geoff, I might not, but I don't want it to change. I like being Becca, I like who I am right now, with or without you. If I'd never taken the plunge, I wouldn't know how much I like being the me that I am now."

She looked over at me, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I decided a long time ago that this isn't just for you. It started that way, but I decided I wanted this, for me, not just for you."

"Thanks." She laid her free hand on top of mine and gave me a gentle squeeze.

"Anyway, I was thinking, if you wanted, I know that you are going to be Geoff for a few hours tomorrow. If you wanted, I, we could, I mean... Anne-Marie has never been with a guy and Geoff hasn't gotten past second base. We could..."

"You sure? I didn't think you were into guys?"

"I mean, you are when you're Becca, and you said that Geoff only goes for girls right? I could try."

"You don't have to."

"Well, think of it as a thank you, the change tomorrow is a big deal. Six months is a long time; what if something happens and we break up or something?"

"You think you'd break up with me?"

"Well, no, no way, I like you way too much for that."

I knew what he wasn't saying, the big 'L' word. He'd been hinting at it for a month or two. I knew how I felt, I hadn't said it out loud since prom night, after he'd fallen asleep. It might have seemed stupid after just six months, but I wanted nothing more than to become Mrs. Aiden Harrison, just not until after graduation. The next six months was pretty much just a trial before I decided if I wanted to make the leap to girl for good. I had thought about taking a Plus of course, but there was always a little hesitation. The words 'what if' always rolled through my head and I put the thought aside. Just because I was happy as Rebecca didn't mean I was ready for Geoff to be a thing of the past. Everyone has second thoughts about big life decisions, I didn't think I was ready for that level of commitment.

"Aiden, I'm not going anywhere, you are my favorite person and my best friend. The next six months are going to fly by and I'm not going to miss being Geoff one bit."

"You sure?"

"Yep. Now..." I rubbed my hand along her thigh which was still covered in goose bumps, "Want to go in and warm up?"

Her face lit up. "How are you going to warm me up?"

I hit the sleeve of her jacket lightly. "You horny boy! I was just talking about watching a movie under a comforter, but it depends on how cold you are. Aren't you supposed to take your clothes off if someone is really cold?"

Anne-Marie crossed her arms across her chest and pretended her teeth were chattering. "I'mmm, sooooo cooooold..."

Twenty minutes later, we were naked in my bed. She practically tore off my clothing when we got into my room. The only momentary pause was when I teased her about her underwear.

"Nice Brazilians..." I teased.

"What about them?"

"Just saying they look good on you, accent your hips..."

"Well, not all of us are stacked in the chest, got to flaunt it if you got it, and you weren't any help figuring out what to buy..."

"Hey, just because I like my underwear to ride lower and show what I do have..."

She struggled with her bra, I stepped in and unclipped it for her, letting it fall to the ground. I gave her exposed cheek a nice little slap like I usually did to Aiden.

"Well, my roommate was more help, he said his old girlfriend loved Brazilians and that she looked really hot, so..."

"What about your girlfriend?" I spun, letting him take in the black-lace pair I was wearing. Most of mine were similar to the pair I'd worn to prom- lacy with high-cut cheeks that didn't ride nearly as high as the Brazilian pair Anne-Marie was wearing.

"Yeah, he was wrong, those are better."

I thought about offering to swap, but we never got there, as soon as they were both off, she scooped me up, demonstrating she was almost as strong as Aiden, and took me to my bed.

We locked lips and I just enjoyed her tender kisses as we warmed up under the covers. She kissed like Aiden, but tasted different. Where his lips had a firmness, hers were soft and more yielding.

The feeling of breasts rubbing against mine as we kissed and that little tuft of hair between her legs without the hard flesh that was usually below it, was a little weird. Not weird like I didn't like it, just different; I was so used to Aiden's body and its strong warmth that Anne-Marie's soft, cool skin just felt foreign. The way her legs tangled with mine was distracting in new ways, Aiden's projecting bits usually prevented this much contact.

Lying there for a moment as we warmed up, I decided to tease her a little. "I don't know if I can do this... I mean, it feels like I'm cheating on Aiden. You know, there were a few days there where I thought Anne-Marie was trying to get me to sleep with her and cheat on Aiden..."

She looked at me thoughtfully, idly rubbing her thumb across her breast. "I could see that. But, you know it's me."

"You say that but," I snatched the covers away from her and covered up my body to preserve my modesty. "I think I'd feel a lot better if Aiden gave me a hall pass..."

She laughed and reached off my bed and fished out her phone.

My phone dinged.

"Would you get that? I can't get over there without showing off things I shouldn't, unless it's my boyfriend looking."

She rolled her eyes and slid off the bed to get my purse and tossed me my phone.

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Aiden - I grant you a one-time hall pass with Anne-Marie.

-

I smiled and handed the phone back. The sheets were still pulled up to my collarbone.

"I'm not sure that counts, I think I need it in writing."

She smiled that cute, crooked half-smile, and on Anne-Marie, it looked more impish than it did on Aiden.

"Fine..."

She walked over to my desk and grabbed a pink sticky note and started writing. While she was writing, I got a good look at her from behind. Her back was still very muscular, her waist was trimmer than Aiden's leading to some very curvy hips and a nicely shaped butt that I already knew was far more muscle than fat. Her legs were long and muscular, the kind that guys stare at when skirts came back out in the spring. She also had just a little gap that allowed me to see her lady bits between her well-defined thighs.

She finished writing, strutted towards me, and handed me the sticky note. I read it quickly.

--

Becca,

I, Aiden Alexander Harrison, give you a hall pass to have any kind of intimate contact with Anne-Marie Alexander Harrison whenever she may visit. This hall pass includes any and all intimate acts, up to and including, any type of sexual act that she and you may mutually agree upon. This pass only includes those intimate acts that do not require an additional person. This hall pass terminates upon the end of the aforementioned Mr. Harrison's life.

Sincerely,

Aiden A. Harrison.

--

He had signed below his ultra-neat print.

I pretended to read it a few more times, while I reviewed the woman Aiden had become as Anne-Marie. She was a bit shorter than Aiden, especially without her heeled sneakers, her hair was that same raven black, and without the hair band that had kept it in a ponytail, it fell to just above her wide shoulders. Her breasts were a cup size or so smaller than mine, they had a rounder shape than my own and were capped by large, dark pink nipples that verged on brown and pointed slightly out and up.

I stared at them for a moment, thinking that her nipples seemed bigger than mine before my eyes drifted down. I noted that Anne-Marie had an obvious six pack and that her muscular thighs framed a vulva capped by a very thick tuft of short black hair, with thicker lips that protruded more than what I was used to seeing in the mirror.

Anne-Marie made a very sexy woman, more muscular than what most guys I knew liked, but that was bound to happen when a very fit guy like Aiden became a girl.

I handed the note back. "That will do nicely, thank you, Miss Lawyer, now what exactly am I agreeing to do with you in my bed?"

She took the note, gave me that impish smile, and stuck it to the mirror where I did my makeup.

"Well, we already got to first base, let's try second and see where we go from there?"

I giggled, "Then what is being in bed together naked? Just because I haven't touched your breasts with my hands yet, doesn't mean we are still at first..."

She slid under the covers which I had lifted to let her in. I shivered a little as she brought cool air into the bed with her.

"I don't know, maybe that's that outfield?"

I reached up and palmed her breast, letting her nipple press into my hand. I gave her a gentle squeeze and caressed her soft skin. She shivered.

"Hmm, seems like you are ready to play ball..."

"More like softball," she giggled.

I reached up and pulled her face to mine, and was rewarded with lips that kissed just like Aiden, but were so much softer.

Anne-Marie showed that she knew my body almost better than I did. As we kissed, her fingers did the ever-changing dance across my skin that Aiden had perfected, making me almost demand that she touch me before her fingers ever made their presence known between my soft thighs.

Her fingers were softer than Aiden's, her touch more gentle, she caressed and gently rubbed the areas he knew so well, her movements more fluid and insistent. I brought my hands to her breasts and ran my thumbs across her nipples causing her fingers and lips to stutter as a gentle moan escaped her lips.

I pushed my hips up gently to remind her what she was doing and continued to tease her nipples. I could tell she was trying, and failing, to ignore my hands while she teased the folds of my flower. I loved it when I was able to tease Aiden, and he'd lose his typical cool. Getting him to break his façade and let out those cute little grunts he made along with an occasional moan delighted me. Anne-Marie seemed to be more sensitive than he was, and I was rewarded with cute little moans as I played with her breasts.

I tried a few more areas- behind her ear, trailing down to her neck; the area under her breasts that seemed so sensitive on me. I was rewarded by more moans and twitching of her hips. Normally, I'd be rewarded by the feel of Aiden's dick as it twitched against my skin or inside me. But I could tell by the way she rubbed her thighs together that she was enjoying this almost as much as I was.

My climax blossomed under her fingers a bit more slowly than it would usually. But it kept climbing, something about her breasts rubbing mine as I pulled her to me, a second orgasm crashed down and I let out a little scream as she slid two fingers inside me. The pumping motion of her hand driving waves that spread out though my body.

When she let me relax, I looked up into her familiar green-flecked eyes.

"I think I need to help you with your little problem..."

"What problem is that?"

"The one between your legs..."

"It's not..." She started to protest and laughed.

I giggled, "Not that one, silly. Ann-Marie doesn't have one of those. I'm talking about this problem."

I brought my hand up her thigh where I could feel the heat from her mound radiating and ran my finger from her perineum up to her clit, leaving my finger on her button. The moisture that traveled with my finger was so obvious it might as well have been dripping. I pressed gently into the most sensitive part.

She pulled her legs together and bit her lip. "Ohh, fuck- that's sensitive! Stop, stop!"

I slid my finger back down her yielding lips to the source of moisture and gently traced around the entrance that I knew would feel so foreign but so good if I pushed my fingertips just a little further.

"So," I shifted a little so she was no longer on top, my fingers becoming trapped between her legs as her body slid off mine, "I've never done this with a girl before, you're going to have to help me."

She shifted so that she was lying on her back. I moved up into the position she had just recently occupied for me, except with my right hand between her legs; her thighs spread to give me access.

"You'll do fine. Just do what feels right. You know everything about how to get me off already."

I giggled and kissed her full lips. "That's when you have a dick, I have lots of practice at that..."

"You telling me you don't get yourself off?"

"No, I do, but only when Aiden isn't available..."

"So? It's the same thing..."

"Maybe, maybe not..." My lips found hers preventing her from talking.

I slid my middle finger deeper into her, I knew what this felt like when I did it to myself. It was a very distracting feeling.

"But," I breathed into her mouth, "I still want you to help. Let me know if something isn't working, or you want something different."

My finger bottomed out and I curled it forward, pressing into her vaginal wall.

Her eyes closed and she leaned her head back. "Okay..." she breathed out heavily.

I learned a lot about what Anne-Marie liked in the next twenty minutes. She had obviously developed a taste for what she wanted when she had spent that month as Anne-Marie. Her clit was bigger and more sensitive than mine, I couldn't touch it directly without it becoming too sensitive.

On the other hand, she definitely had a G-spot. I was sensitive there, but not nearly as much as she was. Where I was more of a clitoral-orgasm girl, she just melted from vaginal stimulation.

Then, there were her nipples. I loved having mine gently played with, it always created a nice, pleasant buzz between my legs that made everything feel sharper, making the experience pop in a way that I didn't get without a little nipple play. She liked it rough on her nipples. She pinched at them and pulled when she came. When I put them in my mouth, she asked me to suck harder and to bite a little.

It made me wonder if I should try similar things with Aiden once he was back.

When I went down on her, it was a totally new experience. Unlike when Aiden went down on me and seemed to have the endurance of a marathon runner with his tongue. I'll save the stories of his oral heroics for another time and just say I can't compete. My tongue got tired after just a few minutes, and I had to resort to alternating between my fingers and tongue. Eventually, she came again, and I got the surprise of my life when she squirted on my face. It made sense given that I had really been working that sensitive spot hard at her urging.

"Yes, more. Fuck me, harder, yes!"

It turned out that Anne-Marie liked it hard and fast. It made me wonder if Aiden liked it that way too. He was such a caring lover that he rarely went to town in the way Anne-Marie obviously liked it. It was worth talking about it later, to make sure he hadn't just been a gentleman all this time.

My fingers were sopping wet when I finished, and she was panting below me. The occasional shiver ran through her legs, and she continued to pull at her nipples.

I watched in fascination, as her muscles continued to clench with each of those shivers, causing her dark pink butthole to open and close. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing, we'd never done any butt stuff before; my fingers were so slippery, and it was so tempting. I pressed gently and she didn't seem to notice at first, then a shiver ran through her as another wave of pleasure from her nipple play rolled through her. Her star opened and two of my fingers just slid in.

"Oh fuck!" she moaned out.

I left them there as she squeezed hard. I moved my fingers in and out slowly.

She moaned again. "What," she breathed hard. "Are you doing?"

"Umm..." I didn't think I needed to answer.

"Oh fuck- just don't stop..."

I picked up my pace.

"Yesss..." she hissed, shifting her hips to give me more access.

Her legs were then spread wide open, and I could see everything from the top of her vulva all the way back to her crack. It was like being on the other side of a pornographer's camera.

I moved my mouth back to her lady bits, and found that her clit had pushed out from behind the hood. I licked it.

She jumped and she squeezed my fingers hard.

"No, too sensitive!"

One of her hands flew down and covered her sensitive button while I moved my fingers in and out of her butt. With nothing for my mouth to do, I moved down and thrust my tongue into her wet hole and started to slide it in and out in time with my fingers. She groaned again.

"Yes, oh, fuck, yes. Harder!"

Anne-Marie was so much more vocal during sex than Aiden.

I took that to mean my fingers and increased my speed. Above my mouth, her hand started pushing up and down, her fingers splayed so that the hood surrounding her clit covered and uncovered it, over and over.

Her breathing came in pants and her body started to shake. Her hand increased its speed and between breaths she chanted, "Faster," pant, "faster..."

I tried to go faster; my tongue was getting tired, and my face was smeared in her juices. The sound of my fingers slapping her skin with each thrust seemed so loud. I could feel her trembling inside and the sudden movements of muscles in her thighs as she passed the point of no return.

Her thighs clamped down on my head and she let out two short screams. I rode out her convulsions and stayed my fingers and tongue when her hand stopped moving above my nose.

More involuntary muscle movements caused little twitches in her legs as she shivered with the tremors that followed her orgasm. I pulled my fingers from her grasping hole and like that had been a sign, her legs opened allowing me to escape.

I got up from the bed and found some tissues to wipe my hands and fingers.

When I looked back at the bed, Anne-Marie was still breathing heavily. Her breasts moved slowly with each breath and her nipples looked angry and distended from being pulled. Her hair was spread out wildly on the pillow, as though she had tossed it back and forth while I was unable to see.

I decided to give her a moment to recover, I grabbed my bathrobe and made a quick trip to the communal bathroom. Due to the unique community of people on my floor, it was a multi-gender bathroom, but had a door that locked, much like a full bath you'd find in any home. I quickly washed my hands and face and wiped down my lady parts with a washcloth. I rinsed it and brought it back to Anne-Marie who had recovered and was looking around for me.

"Here, you might need this..." I offered the washcloth.

"Thanks, I, just... I'd forgotten how intense it can be. Thank you..." Her cheeks flushed and she stopped talking.

She stood and wiped herself down quickly, avoiding talking about what we had just done.

I sat in my desk chair, and she sat on my bed and wrapped her torso in my blankets.

"Well, I guess that answers my question about if you'd have sex with a girl..."

I contemplated her statement for a moment. We had definitely had sex, but...

"You know, we only got to third base..." My lips twisted as I thought about it.

"That can't be, right?"

"Think about it, first is kissing, second is touching above clothes, third is touching under clothes and oral..." I pointed to my lips, then breast, and lastly spread my thighs exposing my vulva.

"I guess it's true." She looked thoughtful. "This metaphor is stupid."

"I didn't make it up."

"Yeah, but to make it to home base somebody needs a dick."

I rolled my eyes. "Hmm, feeling a little feminist, are you?"

Her eyebrows rose. "No, well, maybe. I'm just saying we need a better metaphor."

"Or a dildo... Like that big pink one in your drawer you don't think I know about..." She mimed an up-and-down motion of stroking a penis.

I felt my cheeks getting hot, I didn't know that Aiden knew about that! I bought it right after a month swap started when he was at the big debate finals in Iowa over the summer. I couldn't handle not having him around, so I went to THAT store, and bought one.

"What dildo?" I asked, innocently.

She stood and strutted over to my dresser and pulled out my underwear drawer.

I admit that the organization I'd grown up with had only multiplied when I was a girl, so when she opened the drawer there were neat rows of bras and underwear organized by color and lined up in nice rows with socks lined up to the right. It certainly made for a pretty palate and an easy way to match.

Anne-Marie reached to the back, under the few pairs of pantyhose I owned, and pulled out my dildo.

It's pink with streaks of purple and just a tad bigger than Aiden's dick. The biggest differences between Aiden's dick and my pink one were that my dildo is crisscrossed, with an excessive number of veins, and it vibrates. I admit when I picked it out, I was more than a little horny; it was a bit like going to a grocery store when hungry. You'd buy more than you need because it just looked good.

Well, I supposed, it looked good, and it felt good. I just had never admitted to Aiden that I had it.

"This one..." She held it up theatrically.

"Oh, where did that come from..." I tried to smile like I had no idea what she was talking about.

"Your drawer, I found it hidden in the back when I was folding your laundry when you had to run to the studio to get your laptop..."

"Oh, yeah, that one. I wondered how you knew." I looked away.

She shook her head and tossed it to me.

I barely caught it, almost fumbling it to the floor.

"You didn't need to hide it, you know?"

"I just didn't want Aiden to feel unappreciated..." I squeezed its girth a little, running my thumb over the thick ridge that defined the head.

"That, and I was kind of embarrassed that I needed it. It made me feel like I was saying you weren't enough."

She laughed, "Who says I don't have any sex toys?"

"Oh, I know you do."

"What?" She looked at me surprised.

"Yeah, me!"

She started giggling. "I guess that's true, though I'm pretty sure you'd break up with me if I started treating you like a sex toy."

"That's true, I guess. But, you know, all you have to do is ask..."

"Good to know." She grinned.

She sat back on the bed and pulled the covers around her. "What are we doing for the rest of the night?"

I giggled and threw the dildo at her. "Hmm, I think snuggle and watch a movie with some hot guys..."

"Hey, what about hot girls?" she mock gasped. She caught the dildo in the middle of her chest and held it in place right between her breasts.

"Nah, I've had enough hot girls tonight..." I teased.

What'cha Doing

We ended up wrapped in my blankets, watching Magic Mike. Anne-Marie called an intermission after about twenty minutes to run to the bathroom in my bathrobe. While she was gone, I grabbed the dildo that had ended up at our legs and hid it behind me.

When she came back, I scooted back and let her be the little spoon. It made it a little difficult to see my laptop screen, but it was nice getting to wrap my arms around her and hold her breasts. I loved doing the same thing to Aiden, I could run my hands across his muscular chest and stomach as we spooned. Anne-Marie felt different and definitely smelled different.

At about the midpoint of the movie, I shifted and slid the dildo between my legs, so it stuck out. In the middle of a scene that was particularly suggestive, I snuggled close, the tip burrowing its way between Anne-Marie's cheeks.

She jumped and pulled away.

"What's that?" she yelped.

I scooted forward, so she either had to slide off the bed, or let the dildo slide between her thighs. She remained tense for a moment, and then gave up. I let her slide back onto the bed and shifted my hips until the tip slid between the gap in her thighs.

We snuggled like that for a while. The base eventually became a nuisance between my thighs, and I gave up my little tease and reached down to remove it. When I did, my hand encountered a slippery patch on the shaft. I giggled and slid a hand along the curves of her butt and found the source.

Anne-Marie was practically dripping where the dildo had been in contact with her bits. I teased her with my fingers for a moment before grabbing the dildo and sliding it up between her breasts.

She immediately noticed. "Crap, I was kind of hoping you wouldn't find that..."

"Enjoying the movie, huh?"

"It's not like that!"

"Come on, it's okay to cream a little over a couple hot guys. I do it thinking about Aiden all the time!" I teased.

"Umm, thanks... I think." Her voice lowered to a whisper, "But that wasn't it..."

She was quiet, still holding the dildo between her breasts. "I think, I want a home run."

"What?"

"I want a home run." Her shoulders tensed.

"You want to watch a baseball movie?"

"No, I mean, I want to make it to home base." She spoke softly again, "You know... I think I want you to fuck me."

"Didn't I just do that?" I jibed.

"No, I mean like really fuck me."

"I hate to break it to you, but I don't have the necessary equipment. What you see is what you get." I gave her breast a squeeze.

She rolled over, I could see the conflict on her face.

"No, I mean, I want you to do it with your dildo..." Her look turned to pleading.

"You sure? You don't look very sure."

"Yes, I mean I think..."

I thought for a moment, emotions flitted across her face in a way I'd never seen happen with Aiden.

When I'd first had something inside me, it had been Aiden. I would admit it had been a little spur of the moment, but at the time, I'd been imagining it for months. Anne-Marie seemed like she'd come up with this in the last few minutes and was struggling with the whole thing. What we had done, other than my little maneuver with her butt, wasn't much different than what we had done before, or I would guess, she had done before.

"You don't have to, you know? It's kind of a big thing..." I offered.

"I want it. I want to know. But I'm scared." Her voice grew quieter as she admitted her fear.

"Of what?"

"That I'll like it."

I giggled, noting how tightly she was holding the dildo clasped between her breasts. "I don't think you have to worry about that. You're going to love it. I mean me using my fingers as hard as I could was your favorite part."

"That's what I'm afraid of."

"Why are you afraid of it?" I gave her a look of confusion. "It's just sex?"

Her look changed to one of concern. "What if I like it so much I don't want to go back?"

"What do you mean?"

"What if I end up like you did? Not wanting to be a guy anymore?"

At first, I was a little offended. Did she really think she was that good in bed that I'd decided to be a girl just because we'd had sex? I started to get mad and wanting to tell her off, but the look on her face made me stop. She didn't really think that had made me a girl, it was more like she was worried that she would always think it was better than being on the guy's end. I didn't have any real sexual experience from the guy's end, but if the way she'd cum earlier was any indication, her female orgasms blew Aiden's out of the water. He never acted like that. Maybe this was why I hadn't met Anne-Marie earlier.

"Hey, Aiden?"

It was the first time I'd used his name when addressing her since we'd gotten to my room.

"Yeah?"

"You know it wasn't your bedroom skills that made me want to be a girl, right?"

"Yeah, I know." She looked away.

"Good. Because you're good in bed, but not that good. I wanted this for me. For us, I was always Rebecca for you before that, after, I needed to be Rebecca for me."

"You've said that before." She looked back at me, settling on my eyes.

"So, why are you worried that you'll like it so much, that you'll end up like me?"

"You saw what happened earlier." She whispered, "I feel like I can't control myself. It's like I can't get enough; I want more."

"Sex as a girl is pretty great..."

"Yeah, and then when you did that thing, it was like, I was like..." she trailed off.

"You did seem to really like it..."

"Yeah..."

"So? You'll probably like the dildo too. Being filled is amazing. That won't make you want to be a girl any more than you do now." I gave her a concerned look. "Just because I like it, doesn't mean you have to try it. You don't have to do anything with Geoff tomorrow, either. You already got a triple; we can just snuggle."

She thought about that for a while. I felt like I could see her trying to think it through.

Finally, she spoke firmly, "I don't want to stay a girl. I like being a guy." She said it as though she was reaffirming something to herself. "I'm a little scared, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to try it. Fuck it, let's go for a grand slam."

"Those metaphors suck."

She made a face. "Basketball ones are worse. Everything ends up in the basket..."

I giggled, "True."

I realized the movie was still playing behind her. I leaned over her and paused it and started some streaming music. Dua Lipa's What'cha Doing started.

"So, do you want a moment to get acquainted with Aiden?" I winked at her.

"What?"

"The dildo," I teased.

"You named your dildo Aiden?" Her eyes went wide.

I laughed, "No, I didn't." I couldn't stop laughing, her face was so priceless.

"Please tell me you didn't name it Geoff, either."

"Ha! He only wishes he was that big!"

"Then what did you name it?"

"Doesn't have a name yet, it's just the pink dildo. Maybe I'll let you name it." I raised an eyebrow. "So, do you need a moment to yourself?"

"No. I want you to do it."

"Sure!" I gave her a silly grin.

I pulled the dildo from her hands, rolled onto my back, spread my legs and lined up the tip. Despite the seriousness of our conversation, I was still wet from when I discovered how much she had enjoyed having it between her thighs.

All it took was a little wiggle and push, and the girthy pink shaft slid into me. I let out a breath as it slid deeper.

When I turned to look at her, she was giving me a little bit of a jealous look.

"You make that look so easy. You know I meant me, right? Do it to me."

I gave it a quick pump before answering.

"Oh. That's what you meant. Well, you should have said so!" I teased again, trying to break the tense moment we had just gone through. "Here..."

I pulled the shaft out with a twinge of regret, and sat up so I could get between her legs.

She rolled onto her back and hesitantly spread her legs. I could see the that she was still wet from earlier. I placed the tip at her lips, still shiny with my own lubricant and worked it until I felt it catch on the ends of her inner lips.

She looked up at me. "Go slow..."

"Don't worry, I know."

I proceeded to slowly push it into her. Her eyes were closed, and I watched her face closely. Just the tip, then the fat head. She grimaced, and I paused to let her get used to it. Once the hard lines on her lips faded, I pushed more in, a little bit at a time.

When it was about a quarter the way in, she opened her eyes, "Is that the whole thing?"

I giggled, "Nope! Less than half!"

"Why do I feel so full?" she grunted.

"Don't worry, it gets better!" I cheered her on.

There was a little resistance, and I had to push a little harder.

"There is no way it's going to fit!" She groaned.

"Yes, it will, just relax and..."

The rest slid in all at once, her eyes closed suddenly, and she groaned again.

"Ugh, so full. How do you get used to this?"

I giggled, "You telling me you don't love it?"

"It feels like... I don't know. Like a cross between having a stick shoved inside you and a warm blanket."

"Do you want me to move it?"

"No, just wait a moment, it's starting to feel better. It's like my insides moved around when you put it in."

"It's not that big."

"It feels big."

I ran my fingers across her hips and traced the well-defined muscles on her stomach while I waited. Anne-Marie could have been a fitness influencer.

I didn't have a specific type of girl that I was attracted to. Geoff didn't really either, before last spring. Then there was Aiden, and he just became my type. I hadn't looked much at anyone else. Sure, I noticed when a good-looking girl walked by, and since going girl full time, I'd started noticing guys, too. That was mostly to compare them with Aiden- and for me, no one else really compared.

I had to admit that Anne-Marie did it for me, too. Once I found out she was Aiden, and not some cousin who was trying to get me to cheat on him, I'd kind of jumped in without hesitating. And then here I was, teasing my boyfriend, who was my girlfriend-for-the-day, while my dildo filled her up. This had the recipe for generating new fantasies that might play out in my mind when Aiden was busy, and I had a little time on my hands.

I had to admit our frequent coupling over the summer had given inspiration to a few pieces I had made. Amanda had called them 'subtly erotic.' Anne-Marie might be the inspiration for a few more.

I tickled the base of the dildo; I knew from experience that this would send some subtle vibrations right up to the tip.

Anne-Marie's hands slid up her breasts and found her nipples and tugged them again.

"Okay, I'm ready."

"Hard or soft?"

"Soft to start then..."

She stopped talking when I pulled it out and pushed hard back in.

"Ohh... yeah... too hard."

"I thought you liked it hard?" I reached up and pinched the nipple she had just let go of.

"Unhh," she groaned.

Her thighs squeezed together hard, while she closed her eyes.

The moment she relaxed, I grabbed the base and started a slow, easy pace. I varied the depth without ever putting it completely back in, drawing it out little by little to give her more length with each thrust. I always liked to start like this, slowly increasing the friction, the amount of contact I received with each thrust until...

"Harder..."

She had her hands on her breasts again and was starting to twist her nipples.

I started moving the dildo faster.

"Harder!"

I responded by pumping it as hard as I could.

"Oh, fuck, yes!"

She shifted her hips up, and started trying to hump back at my hand. The slapping noise my hand and the dildo made filled the room, the music from my phone was completely drowned out. The noises she was making started to get louder, and her hips slowed, attempting to get it deeper rather than quick, short thrusts. I adjusted so that each time I pulled out, just a little more than the head was left inside before slamming it back.

She moved a hand that had been roughly toying with her nipples down between her legs and started rubbing wide circles around the top of her vulva. I watched in fascination as her clit appeared and disappeared as she moved her labia.

From the way her body responded, I could tell she was loving every second.

My arm was starting to get tired, and I made an awkward swap that involved moving around so I could get a better angle that allowed me to use a pulling motion instead of a pushing motion. She never stopped moving her hand and the lack of the slapping motion let me hear her panting for a moment before we could continue.

My new position let me rest, while allowing me to really pull deep with each stroke. I couldn't see her face, but I could hear her appreciation. Small grunts and moans left her lips each time the dildo was buried inside her. Her hand left my vision, and I looked over my shoulder to see that she had gone back to pulling hard on her nipples.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" she panted out. "Harder, harder!" she cried.

I tried my best to comply and went as fast and hard as I could. Her hips were losing coordination and her legs started to shake. Her back started to arch, and a moan started that rose in tone each time she breathed out. My hand and the base of the dildo were suddenly coated in clear fluid. The muscles around her hips seem to clench and unclench randomly.

She let out a long gasp and panted hard, her muscles taut, as her shaking hips arched up into the dildo.

After a moment, she finally relaxed, letting her body flop on the bed. Her eyes remained closed.

I smiled down at her. It looked like she had cum really hard. I looked at the dildo between her legs, just the wide base was visible. I reached between her legs and pulled it out, resulting in a little whimper of displeasure from her.

When she didn't move, I lay next to her, opened my legs and slid the dildo back into my well-lubricated tunnel.

Watching her little marathon had made me a little jealous. I spent the next few minutes with well-practiced motions bringing myself to a quick, satisfying orgasm, thinking about how hard Anne-Marie had just cum.

I even tried some of the really hard thrusting she seemed to like so much. While it wasn't my favorite, I did enjoy how rapidly I was filled and, just for a moment, I felt a spark of something that faded when the sting from the base on my labia became too much for me to continue. That was something to explore another day.

When I opened my eyes after my body-quivering orgasm, I found that Anne-Marie was leaning up on her elbow, watching me.

"You know, you look so cute when you cum." She smiled.

"Shut it," I panted.

"It's true! It's one of the things I love about you."

"Stop it!"

I totally missed her use of the L-word.

"And, it's really hot watching you use that thing." She smiled that crooked smile, and closed her eyes. "You weren't wrong, it feels amazing to get filled like that."

"So, are you so addicted now that you don't want to be a guy again?"

"No, I still want to be a guy, but fuck, that was something else..."

"You know you're going to dream about it."

"I already dream about cumming as a girl. That month, I got off a lot..." Her voice made it sound like more than a lot.

"Well, grand slam is available any time you need him..."

She laughed, "You're going to name it grand slam?"

I giggled, "You said you wanted a grand slam, and it sure looked like that was a World Series worthy orgasm..."

"Fuck, that was. I can't describe it. I almost passed out. I've never cum that hard, it was like all I could do was just shake."

"You sure you don't want to join me in girl town?"

She laughed again. "No, but I do want to make you feel like that! Man, what a task. I'd love to see you cum that hard."

"You already do that."

"I don't know." Her eyebrows went up a little. "That was on another level, I'm just going to have to try harder."

I pulled the grand slam from between my legs, and let it rest between my breasts. "I'm okay with that."

She stared at the dildo for a moment. "I really had that in me, didn't I?"

"Yes."

She lay back on the bed and looked up at my ceiling. She was quiet for a moment before breaking our silence. "That settles it. Geoff is getting laid tomorrow."

"You sure?" I questioned.

"Yes, fuck yes. If I'm going to make you cum harder, I need to know what it's like to have the real thing. I already offered, it's time to put my money where my mouth is."

I giggled, "What is Geoff getting, a BJ too?"

"No! I mean my pussy, ugh, you know what I meant!"

"That's the first time I've ever heard you call it a pussy..." I teased.

I could feel her tense up a little.

"Sorry, I don't like saying that, it's just. It feels weird to say it about you. Like you deserve more respect than that. Every girl does."

"But it's okay when it's yours?" I smiled. I loved teasing her.

She figured out what I was doing, I could feel her shake her head. "You are some girl. I'm the luckiest guy."

I turned towards her with a smile on my lips, "Don't you mean, luckiest girl!"

She started laughing.

We ended up watching the rest of the movie after a quick shower, she was the big spoon as usual. We did try each other's underwear; I regretted it a little afterwards. Hers were large enough that they didn't cling to my skin like mine did on her, and I knew that mine, which she admitted looked great on her in the mirror, would be stretched out beyond repair.

We fell asleep in my bed sometime after the movie ended. Both of us were tired after date night.

Maria

When the morning came, I could immediately tell, my fourth month as Rebecca was over. It felt weird. It always did. The switch didn't end on a perfect clock. The switch was plus or minus a few hours. More often than not for me, it was usually six to eight hours less than a perfect month. In a way, it was nice. No chance of a change in the middle of class or in a public place. But it was also disconcerting, going to sleep Rebecca and waking up as Geoff. Things just felt off for a little while, like I wasn't in my own body.

I could feel the lack of weight on my chest, the hair that tickled my chin and my chest, the bulk of the bits that had come to rest between my legs felt strange. The last few times I had switched back, I had a sense of loss, one that I didn't experience when I went from Geoff to Rebecca.

Anne-Marie stirred behind me, and I felt her nipples press into my back and her warm thighs on my butt cheeks. I felt my penis stir.

Over the next few minutes, I tried to fall back to sleep, but between the light filtering in through the curtains and the quickly hardening pole between my legs, I failed. I tried shifting position, but Anne-Marie woke up.

"'Morning, Becca," she muttered sleepily. Her arm wrapped around my body for the squeeze that Aiden would customarily give my breast.

This was the first time that Aiden had ever stayed over on a Geoff morning. She was surprised for a moment, her confusion obvious as her hand found nothing but a small nipple and a dash of hair around it. She regained her composure and propped herself up to look at me.

"Um, 'morning, Geoff. I guess I was still expecting Becca."

"Hey, yeah, usually it happens while I'm sleeping. Sorry, should have warned you."

"It's okay. It's just surprising."

"Sorry."

"Don't be, I mean I know you're Geoff, it's more that I've only met him once and now I'm naked in bed with him."

I laughed, "Well I just met Anne-Marie yesterday, and I gave her the 'grand slam'."

She snorted; I could feel her breasts shaking behind me.

"What time is it?"

I grabbed my phone from the floor. "Nine twenty-five AM."

"Hmm, do you have any guest passes for the Met? I'm starving."

"I bet you worked up an appetite last night."

I felt her stomach gurgle.

Her hand followed the same path Aiden usually took when he moved his hand away from my breast. Down my chest towards the mound he was used to. When her hand hit my hard penis she recoiled.

"Oh, crap! That got real, fast!"

"Oh, sorry," I started to get up to put on a pair of the boxer briefs that were buried in my bottom drawer.

She grabbed my arm and pulled me back into the bed.

"Wait, sorry!"

She was then looking down at me, her breasts shifted as she sat up, drawing my attention.

She glanced down to see what I was looking at and then looked directly at my penis which was then lying flat against my stomach. She stared at it, saying nothing.

When she looked back at my face, I wasn't sure what to say. She spoke first.

"Sorry, I don't know why I wasn't expecting that. I mean, I guess since you've never had one before, I didn't expect..."

"Yeah..." I muttered.

"It looks different than I expected," she deadpanned.

"What did you expect?"

"I don't know... different, I guess more like mine."

"You mean cut?"

"Sure but, I don't know, I wasn't really thinking about it. What did you think when you first saw mine?" she asked, curiously.

"That's a little different..." I grimaced

"How is it different?"

"Well, were you dreaming about my dick for a month beforehand?"

"No." She gave me a look of confusion.

"I was, after all those messages where we pretended to have sex, it was all I dreamt about." I sighed; I hadn't ever told him that before. It was a little embarrassing to admit as Geoff.

"You dreamt about my dick?"

"Yeah, a lot. You remember what I did the first time it was out of your pants?"

"Umm, that's a little fuzzy. We did a lot that night..."

"I sucked it."

I could feel the color rising in my cheeks and saw the same happen to hers. She was obviously remembering. I felt my penis twitch, that memory was extremely vivid for me.

"Oh yeah... Why?"

"Because I wanted you to come back to me, and because I had dreamed about it so many times I had to know."

"Know what?"

"What it felt like."

"Oh."

"Yeah. So... different."

She looked at me thoughtfully for a long minute. "You really were Rebecca in your head way before prom, weren't you?"

"Yeah, in my imagination, in my dreams..."

"Wow..."

She looked down at my penis again, "So, do you want me to touch it?"

"Only if you want to. I know it's pretty weird."

She moved her hand towards it and stopped just before contact. Her hesitation was palpable. Then she moved quickly and wrapped her hand around it as though she had made a sudden decision.

"It's so warm..."

I laughed, causing her to let go and jump a little.

"You know that's exactly what I thought the first time!"

She relaxed a little and smiled. She reached back out and held it again before giving it a gentle tug which pulled back my foreskin.

"Not so different..."

She tried a few more strokes, and I suppressed a groan. This was the first time that I'd had anyone else touch my penis. It felt so much better than when I'd done it myself. Not that I had in the last four months. I'd just waited until I was Rebecca again.

Anne-Marie's stomach growled loudly. She tried to ignore it. Her strokes were only serving to make me harder; this wasn't going to lead where I needed it to.

She burped. I knew what that meant. Aiden often burped when he was really hungry.

"You need to get some food, don't you?"

"Yeah..."

We got off the bed and started getting dressed. She immediately slipped into my panties that she had tried on the night before. She made a big deal of bending over while she did it. The tight material showed off every line and crease.

When she went to put on her bra, she asked me to help and when I did, she dropped it and pulled my hands to her breasts. That impish smile grew bigger each time she did something like this.

She slid back into her mini-dress and while she had me zip it up, she rubbed her butt against the bulge in my jeans. I groaned. This was too much.

At the door before we were going to leave, she turned and reached down to rub the obvious tent, my sweatshirt wasn't long enough to hide.

"This is so much fun." She groused, "Now I know why you like teasing me so much! Your reaction is so obvious!"

I groaned. "Anne-Marie, breakfast is going to have to wait. If you want to walk down, I'll meet you in a few minutes."

"What's wrong?"

"I need to deal with something..."

I pointed at the bulge she had been teasing for the past twenty minutes.

"We can deal with that when we get back!"

"No, it can't wait..." I muttered, "I'm going to get blue balls."

She laughed. "You think I'm going to fall for that? I've never gotten blue balls in my life!"

I grimaced at her. "No, seriously. If you keep up this tease, I'm going to get blue balls. I have before, it really hurts. It'll just take a minute or two."

She gave me a look. "Seriously? I thought that was a myth that guys told girls to get them to do what they wanted."

"It's not a myth. I listened to a podcast about it a while back, most guys don't have to worry about it, but some do. It can get really painful and the best way to prevent it is, well..."

"No way..."

"Yeah, so if you want to go, I'll just deal with it. Or, if you want to wait, I'll just use the bathroom."

She looked at me critically. "No, this is my fault."

She dropped to her knees and had my pants unzipped and around my ankles before I could say anything. My underwear met my pants a second later, and she popped my penis into her mouth.

"Wait, You don't... Oh..." I groaned

She stopped for a moment. "If you can do this for me your first time, I can do this for you."

She put it back in and started sucking.

It had been a long time since I'd thought about being on the receiving end of a blowjob. I knew intimately what it was like to give one. I loved doing it for Aiden.

I know some women find it degrading, but there is power in it. Most sex positions have the guy in charge, he sets the pace, and does the work. In a real blowjob, you set the pace, you are the active participant. The one with the dick in your mouth has to be passive or risk real damage.

The initial moment was sloppy from my perspective. I could tell all the things she was doing wrong, or more accurately, not doing that would make it better. That didn't stop it from feeling good. I couldn't help but enjoy it, it was the first one I'd ever had. Anne-Marie was beautiful, and it was hard to not enjoy it while looking down at a really pretty girl giving you head.

After her initial fumbling, she started to figure things out, likely going over what she knew she liked. It felt like going from a warm glove to a professional massage. I suddenly couldn't hold back.

I urgently tapped the back of her head and panted out, "Hey, hey, I can't. I'm going to..."

She raised one hand and waved me on, obviously committed to finishing what she had started.

I closed my eyes and leaned back. Before Rebecca, I had wondered what this would be like for so long, who would do it to me? It had been an idle teenage fantasy, I never imagined that it would be someone as beautiful as Anne-Marie who would be doing it. Let alone that it would actually be my boyfriend who was a girl at the time. This might have been the only time I ever experienced it; I figured that I might as well enjoy it.

She started rubbing the head of my penis against the ridges of her palate and I couldn't hold it anymore. I felt my balls contract and then just let go. Bliss flowed through me. Orgasms as a guy, never had the same punch as they did as a girl, so much focus on the pleasure surrounding the release of fluid. But there was a moment of bliss that accompanied each one that I didn't seem to get as a girl. Rebecca always had a part of her that hungered for more, like it was coded into her DNA to know it could happen again and wanted that additional release. Geoff was totally satisfied with just cumming once.

With my last spurt spent, I looked down at Anne-Marie, who was looking up at me a bit wild eyed. It was obvious by the way she was still holding the tip of my penis in her mouth and the way her cheeks were puffed out, that she hadn't swallowed.

She pointed to her mouth and motioned at me to say, "What do I do?"

I realized she didn't want to swallow.

"Hold on, I'll get something!"

She released me from her mouth, and I desperately searched for something. I found a plastic cup that I'd used to mix paint and handed it to her. She immediately spat everything out. More spit than cum. I grabbed my bathroom kit and handed her the mouthwash.

She swished and spat several times before standing up.

"I don't know how you swallow that..." Her face said everything, she would have been better off if I had pulled out.

"It's an acquired taste. Sorry." I gave her a concerned look.

I knew mine didn't taste much different than Aiden's, but maybe her taste buds were just different than mine.

"How do you swallow it every time?"

I wiped myself down with a tissue and pulled my pants back up.

"Well, I don't know. It just seems like the right thing to do. I did it the first time and then it just became a habit."

She nodded, even though her face was still twisted in disgust.

"Is it weird if I feel like you're proud of me when I do it?" I asked.

Her face softened. "No, I guess not. From this end of it, just, gross." She shook her head. "But from the guy's end of it, it's kind of hot, I guess. It does make me feel wanted."

Her stomach grumbled loudly.

"Breakfast?"

"Sure."

Breakfast was a little awkward at first, but we soon fell into our usual, easy rhythm. By the end, she was trying to get me going again, touching me and teasing, only in publicly appropriate places, of course. I suppose I deserved it, I did it to Aiden often enough that it was pretty normal for us.

When we got back to the room, she made an announcement.

"I'm ready."

"For what?" I asked.

"Sex." She stated confidently, "I promised to help you lose your virginity and you only have a few hours until your appointment. So..." She walked up to me. "Do you want to?"

I took a breath. "Umm..." My heart started beating faster. Her lips were less than an inch from mine and her breasts were almost touching me.

"It's an easy question; do you want to have sex?" That impish grin was back.

"Yes, but..." I managed.

"Okay then!"

I stuttered out a response. "Wait, are you sure you want to? I mean last night you were so hesitant..."

She took my hand and put her on her breast, "Last night, I was an idiot. I worried that having something inside me would make me stop wanting to be a guy. That was ridiculous, it doesn't matter how good it feels or how hard I came. You were right, it wasn't sex that made you want to be Rebecca, it was lots of other things. I didn't want to be Anne-Marie after camp, even if I did cum harder and more often than I ever had before. I'm not going to lie, I definitely think about it occasionally, but it doesn't define who I am."

She leaned in and kissed me. In her heeled sneakers, she was still a little taller than me and it felt so normal. I melted into her lips and just let her take the lead. The next few minutes led to laughing from me and giggling from her, as we each tried to take off clothing we usually didn't wear. By the time all of our clothes had been removed, we were both breathing hard.

She looked down at my hard penis. "So, how do you want to do this?"

"Umm, I don't know? The normal way?"

"I think I have a better idea," she mused. "Let's do it with you behind me."

I gave her a funny look. We almost never did it that way when I was Rebecca.

"I know, we never do this, but hear me out. After last night, it's pretty obvious that I like it hard, and honestly, no offense, you probably aren't going to last long."

She smiled comfortingly; I could see Aiden in there, his patience and understanding. This was her way of making sure we both got something out of it. She was willing to do whatever I wanted, even if I didn't last long at all.

"Okay, I can do that."

We made our way to the bed; I stopped and opened the drawer where I kept the condoms. I was just about to tear one open when she stopped me.

"Hey, we don't need that, I'm on a twenty-four-hour, remember? I can't get pregnant. Besides this is your first time, don't you want to experience this without one?"

What she wasn't saying was, "What if this is the only time you do this? Don't you want to feel everything?"

Aiden and I had always used condoms, at first because it seemed like the right thing to do, and then later because there was an actual risk of unintended pregnancy.

She gently took the package from my hand and tossed it in a perfect shot, so it landed in my coffee mug full of pens. I internally shook my head- she was still Aiden inside.

She took my hand and led me to the bed.

She gave my penis an encouraging squeeze and got into position on the bed. I climbed on awkwardly after her. She turned and smiled at me while wigging wiggling her hips. I stared at her vulva, her lips looked a bit puffy, and I could tell she was turned on enough already by the moisture I could see on her inner lips.

I took a deep breath and shuffled forward on my knees. I lined up the tip, pulled my foreskin back a little, and pushed in.

Anne-Marie pushed back, and I slid in deeper. She had asked for this, she was offering me this chance. I pushed all the way in, until my hips met her generous butt. I took a moment, to just assess how it felt.

I had trouble finding the words, the contact was similar to how I felt as a girl. Connected, fully. But the sensation of being wrapped in her was something different. The comment about warm, wet velvet I'd heard as a description seemed close, but missed something about how her tunnel seemed to conform itself to me. It took me a moment to realize I had a huge smile on my face.

I took a few strokes, and realized this was not as easy as Aiden made it seem. I concentrated on keeping my hips straight and used my hands on her hips to guide me. I wasn't sure what else to do until I remembered her request to go hard.

I tried to go harder and made the mistake of pulling out too much and my penis slipped out.

She giggled, "Happens to all of us..."

She used her hand under her to guide me back into position and pushed her butt back until I was completely inside her once again.

I tried again, it seemed like a start-stop thing, where I would adjust and try again. Eventually, I found a rhythm of hard, short strokes that resulted in the sound of slapping skin each time we met. She moved her hips in time with mine, increasing the impact. I could tell that she was enjoying it by the little grunts she emitted each time I bottomed out.

It was an odd thing for me. The contact, the motion, my balls swinging with each thrust. The noises she made turned me on even more than the action, and I soon felt my climax building.

We fumbled for a moment, when she almost fell over trying to grab at her breast while using her other hand to brace against our thrusting. I slid out again, this time sliding up her butt crack. It was probably good because it cooled me down while we got back into position.

We resumed and she started thrusting back at me harder. I tried to respond.

All too soon, I was at the brink.

"Anne, I, um, Maria," I was having trouble thinking straight, "I'm going to, I'm..."

"Do it! Cum!"

She thrust back harder at me, I felt something inside her get tighter and lights sparkled behind my eyes.

I came. It felt like I was pouring out all my emotion and strength with each pulse. Nothing else existed in the space of those few heartbeats.

I pulled tightly to her with my last thrust, trying to reach deeper. I didn't know why, I just wanted the most contact I could get. I felt motion around the base of my penis and realized that when I had stopped thrusting hard, she had started playing with herself.

"So close," she ground out. "Just a little more..."

I started to thrust again and found, to my surprise, that I hadn't gone immediately soft, I had a little more to give. I started thrusting as hard as I could, this time with no need to hold back.

Her gasps came faster, and I could feel her squeeze me as her legs started to shake. Then, with one of those octave-changing groans, she stopped and I could feel her insides move around me as though it was rippling. It felt like she might be gripping me with her hand it was so tight. Moisture started seeping out into my balls and she panted.

I had long since stopped thrusting, and could feel my penis losing its rigidity as she continued to squeeze.

She controlled her breathing and removed her head from where it was buried in my pillows.

"You can pull out now..."

"Oh, sorry!"

I pulled out and some of our mixed fluids came with it. I rushed to grab some tissues before it got all over the bed.

My cleaning was interrupted when she caught my attention.

"Hey, throw some of those over here!"

I tossed the whole box.

When we had cleaned up, we sat next to each other. She took my hand and looked into my eyes.

"So, do you feel like a man?"

"No? I mean I don't think so." I shook my head.

"How was I?" She smiled impishly.

"Good, I mean I've never... I mean it felt really good."

She laughed, "Good, I'm glad you enjoyed it. You did right?"

"I did," I said, thoughtfully.

"So, which do you prefer?"

"The other way." I said it without hesitation.

"Really?"

"Yeah, it's different, both are good but, yeah. The other way."

When she didn't say anything, I nudged her. "How about you?"

"Oh, yeah. It was good, you lasted a lot longer than I thought you would. I have to say the real thing is better than the dildo, just messy."

"You thinking you want to be a girl now?"

She laughed, "No, it felt great sure, but I like it better from the other side."

"Yeah..."

"Yeah..." she sighed.

I looked up at the clock, under two hours until my appointment. I was going to have to skip my afternoon art history class.

She saw my eyes move to the clock, and smiled. "Counting down the minutes?"

"Kind of."

"You know I wasn't sure until this morning, but I think being Becca gives you a joy that I just don't see in you as Geoff." She squeezed my hand. "I think I get why you are doing this now. It's about being the best you."

She was right. I would always be Geoff, but being Rebecca was freeing in a way I didn't completely understand. Yet.

I looked her in the eyes. "I love you."

She blinked at me. She definitely hadn't been expecting that.

"I, umm," she got flustered. "Yeah, we should find some clothes and stuff. I'll drive you to your appointment. I need some clothes to wear and..."

She got up and started trying to get dressed.

It was the first time I had ever said it while she/he could hear it. I wasn't offended that she didn't just want to say it back. It was okay. I'd been in love with Aiden for months. She didn't have to say anything. I just wanted to let her know.

I lent her some leggings and a loose sweatshirt, the leggings were too big for me, and I had forgotten to return them before the return date, the sweatshirt was the one I bought to wear to Aiden's swim meets, emblazoned with the Browns school logo and was overlarge, something I could snuggle into when I was doing homework late into the night.

She looked like a typical coed, once she was ready. I had to admit that I was a little jealous of how well she pulled off the look. Guys on either of our campuses would be giving her second and then third looks, if they had the chance.

I packed a large purse with clothing and a little makeup for after my visit. The clinic had told me that today could take longer than usual and that I'd have to do the swap there.

We walked to Aiden's car. I caught her hand and held it tight.

The ride there was quiet. She let me out at the main door to the hospital the clinic was in.

"Can I pick you up?" she asked, reaching over to give my arm a squeeze.

"Sure, when do you swap back?"

She looked at the clock on her dash. "About an hour. I'm going to head back to my dorm. My roommate has a lab today. I'll come back and get you after?"

"Sounds great, they said the visit could be two hours. I'll message when I'm ready?"

"Bet. Hey, do you want to come to my architectural design class tonight? Just sit in?"

"Sure, dinner after?"

"Yeah."

"Anne-Marie isn't coming, is she?" I smiled at my own joke.

She laughed, "Nope, just Aiden."

"Good, that girl is trouble."

She laughed again, "Hey, what did you call me earlier just before... Maria?"

I turned red, I had barely been able to talk. "Yeah, I think so..."

She smiled, "I kind of like that, I think Anne-Marie has a nickname."

A car behind her honked.

"See you later!" I hopped out of the car.

"See you!"

Inside, the clinicians took my blood pressure, a quick blood sample, and a nurse came in to talk about the procedure.

"It's pretty standard, a shot and then a pink pill. The big difference is this comes with an IUD. There are some serious complications that can happen if you get pregnant on the six-month version. So, we need to put in an IUD, it stabilizes the change and prevents all pregnancy. Like, it can't happen, period. You won't ovulate, but you get periods and everything else. If you decide you do want to get pregnant, come back, we will take it out and you can take a Plus." She gave me a hard look, "You aren't planning to get pregnant, right?"

"Nope, not any time soon." I shook my head.

"Good, now the only other thing is you have a choice, we can use a local when we put in the IUD, or knock you out for the ten-minute procedure. It's pretty uncomfortable even with the local right after the change, you know how sensitive things are down there. But, if you choose to get knocked out, you'll need someone to pick you up."

"My boyfriend is coming to get me. So, let's go pain free."

"Good enough, you ready?"

"Yeah." I took a breath, six months here I come.

They gave me a hospital gown and had me lay on a hospital bed. A nurse came in gave me a shot and I was out. I didn't even notice the change until I woke up. Another nurse stopped by to check on me and let me know I had an hour until they could release me while the anesthesia wore off. While I was waiting, I texted Aiden with a question that hadn't occurred to me until I arrived at the clinic.

-

Me - Hey, by any chance were you trying to catfish me as Anne-Marie?

Aiden - Maybe a little?

Aiden - Did it work?

Me - IDK if you know how this catfishing stuff works.

Aiden - So says the expert [Laughing Smiley Face emoji]

Me - I'm obviously no good at it either! Look how I ended up! [Thinking Face emoji]

Aiden - True, I guess I didn't learn how to do it from the best. Maybe I'm a better fisherman, I seem to have reeled you right in!

Me - So, really, were you trying to trick me with Anne-Marie?

Aiden - No not really, I was thinking about the conversation we had at Coit Tower.

Aiden - I wanted to you understand why I don't judge you for choosing to be Becca, and why I still like you.

Aiden - Anyone can be a girl or a guy these days. I know some people are weird about it, but I wanted to show you I have been a girl too.

Aiden - And, you know, did things with a girl, that was a guy most of the time, and I was fine with it. I just wanted to sound things out with you and see if you even leaned that way anymore. I probably should have just asked.

Me - Thanks for trying, sometimes it's hard to not have a little self-doubt. I catch myself thinking, why would the prince of the school pick me?

Aiden - [Face With Tongue emoji] Not the prince anymore! [Clapping hands emoji]

Aiden - You know why I pick you, you are always your authentic self, you are amazing. Even when you are a catfish...

Me - So not just my boobs? [Laughing Face emoji]

Aiden - Nope! But those are pretty nice...

Aiden - You know, I never told you this, and not many people know. My mom was at a party in college and someone slipped her a Pink Plus.

Me - Really, no way... Your mom got 'pilled'? [Astonished Face emoji]

Aiden - Yeah, it's not something my parents tell people. She is who she is now. I mean she never told you right?

Me - Never.

Aiden - Yeah. Well, it was a really hard time for her. She never found out who did it and it totally changed her world. He parents didn't talk to her for years. They thought she did it to herself.

Me - Wow.

Aiden - Yeah, then she met my dad. He was a campus volunteer to set up help groups for people that got 'pilled'. He handed her a pamphlet one day on campus and told her she, or anyone she knew, was welcome any time.

Aiden - Mom says it was fate. She never liked guys until Dad. He was always the one for her she says, and if she hadn't been 'pilled' she never would have met him.

Me - I never liked guys till you, maybe just you.

Aiden - If she ever tells you, pretended I didn't say anything. Her side of the family is still pretty weird about it.

Me - [Zipper-mouth Face emoji]

Aiden - Thanks, it's not really my story. I just thought you should know why I accept you and your choices.

Aiden - Sometimes, I wonder if she made be a girl at that camp on purpose. She said she was really depressed even before being 'pilled'. She said that meeting Dad got her into therapy and made her want to be a different person, it changed her whole outlook on life.

Aiden - I know it made me get out of the funk I was in, but it also changed how I viewed myself and other people.

Me - Wow. You think she tricked you into it so you would gain some perspective?

Aiden - Yeah...

Aiden - Hey, I've got to get ready. The pill wore off just as we started messaging and I still haven't gotten dressed yet...

Me - See you soon!

Aiden - [Thumbs Up emoji]

-

I was a little stunned. Not about Aiden accepting everything I was, but about his mom. She seemed like a completely normal woman, the perfect mom. I would have never guessed, she had always seemed so open with me, but had never even hinted that she hadn't always been a woman. She seemed to really like me, and while I thought she knew that I was on a pill, I had never told her. I assumed that Aiden had. I was going to have to have a long talk with her sometime soon and make sure she knew the truth. I guess I never had because I was worried what she might think. Moms can be pretty protective. But, now that I knew, I was sure she would understand.

It was comforting to think that when it was time that Aiden's family would, probably, I hoped, accept me into their family like he had. Hopefully they would laugh about it when I told them about the whole catfishing thing and how Aiden was really the one to reel me in.

--

When the nurses finally released me, I dressed in my favorite clothes as Rebecca, high-waisted boyfriend jeans and a black turtleneck. While jeans and a turtleneck remained my favorite thing to wear, I had made a few adjustments to make the outfit more feminine over the last few months, this turtleneck happened to be a thong bodysuit. It was a nostalgic thing for me, a throwback to the first women's clothing I'd ever owned. It was also a reminder, I was still me. My name might be different and I might not look the same, but who I was at my core hadn't changed. I shot a quick message to Aiden, telling him I was ready, and walked out into the blustery afternoon, the dappled sun peering through the leaves that had just started to turn. I found an empty bench outside the clinic to wait for Aiden to pick me up and tried to sort through the events of the past day. What had started as a normal date night, followed by a few hours as Geoff, had given me a lot to think about. Aiden had revealed a lot in the last day, they were things he had hinted at in the past, but had never revealed before.

Aiden pulled up in the middle of my musings. He parallel parked and came to sit next to me. He was dressed in his typical attire, a colorful button-up and jeans; clean black-and-white sneakers on his feet.

"So, how do you feel?"

"Good." I was still sorting out my thoughts and didn't have a better answer.

"That's it?"

I snuggled into him and he wrapped his arms around me.

"No, not just good, perfect." I smiled up at him, his presence always had a calming effect on me.

He had given me a gift that morning, closure. Geoff finally lost his V-card and I still wanted to be Rebecca. Nothing had changed except I didn't have to wonder, I had made the right decision. The next six months are going to be great.

"Good. Hey, I'm sorry." His brow came together in concern.

"Why?"

"When you said, I love you, this morning I freaked out. It wasn't... I was..." He sighed, "I told Addison I loved her three days before we broke up. I was convinced she was the one. When you said it right after we had sex, I freaked out. You had just lost your virginity and..."

I put a finger to his lips. "Ssshhh, it's okay. You don't have to say it. It wasn't because of the sex this morning. I've loved you for a long time. I just wanted to let you know. You did so much for me this morning. I had to tell you."

He stopped for a moment, and we just snuggled.

"Becca?" he asked.

"Yeah?" I looked into his face.

"I love you..." I could feel him relax as he said it.

"You do?"

"Yeah, like you said, I have for a while. I was just nervous to say it, I was afraid it would scare you away."

"I don't think you can do that. I know your secret."

He chucked, "Oh what's that?"

"That Ann-Marie likes it hard and fast!" I teased, poking a finger into his muscular stomach.

He laughed, "I don't think that's a secret."

"Why not?" I asked.

"I heard a couple of people from your floor talking about how much noise we made last night when we were at breakfast."

"You did not!" I exclaimed.

"Did too! They didn't seem to know who it was though."

He smiled that cocky half grin. My stomach fluttered. "Don't worry, if they ask if you know who it was, just tell them it was Maria."

I laughed.

He looked at his phone. "Well, time to get going if I'm going to make it to class. You still want to come?"

"Yup, your professor won't mind?"

"Nah, people sit in all the time. He has great stories."

We walked to his car and he opened my door for me. I smiled and climbed in, remembering the first time he had done that for me. After he started the engine, the stereo connected to his phone and Dua Lipa's Maria came on.

I turned to look at him. "Hey, Aiden?"

He pulled out into the light traffic. "Yeah?"

"You want to come over tonight? I think I want to try it like Maria."

"What?"

"Ravish me, hard, from behind... and skip the condom..." I whispered into his ear.

I reached over and squeezed the outline of his package. He stomped on the brake and the SUV behind us honked at us.

He shook his head, a smile coming to his lips. "You are some kind of girl."

I sat back in my seat and smiled contentedly. "Yup, the best kind. I'm your kind of girl."

How its going...

I've been sitting in on Aiden's architectural design class for the last forty minutes. He was right, the professor is great, good stories, lots of passion for the subject. It figures that today they would be talking about perspective. Hearing the professor talk about how perspective changes the perception of architecture, and all the things Aiden and I had talked about over the last day, got me thinking about it as well. It was perfect timing, I have been a little stuck on a semester long project that is all about perspective.

The goal of the project is to push boundaries of how we as art students understand perspective. Linear perspective; one, two and three points, atmospheric, the artist's perspective, and viewer's perspective when looking at the piece. How the emotional perspective of both the artist and the observer come into play. Each element building on the other to create a more cohesive piece.

Something about the way the Aiden's professor phrased he presentation triggered something new for me. My perspective had changed over the last six months. I no longer viewed myself as Geoff who was moonlighting as Rebecca. I was now Rebecca who had been Geoff. It wasn't the visit to the clinic and the choice to spend the next six months as a woman that had caused the shift. Some of it was gradual, but there was a little piece that had been unlocked in the last day with Aiden. That lingering 'what if' of wondering what sex might be like for Geoff was like a door that had been closed when I admitted to Aiden that I liked it better as Rebecca.

There had also been the lingering question in my mind wondering why Aiden would choose me over someone that had been born a woman. Now, I better understood his perspective, and with the admission about his mom, why he could understand and respect my choice and not doubt that I would want to be Rebecca.

The last thing was the big one. The L-word. He had finally said it. WE had finally said it. It felt a little like secret level in a game had opened or maybe like someone had fastened my harness before a rocket took off. I thought I was all in before, but now I realized the hesitation that had kept me a woman a month at a time, and now six months, was gone.

I leaned over and stole Aiden's notebook to start sketching. I knew what I was going to do for that project. I wanted the viewer to see through the lens of my eyes what I saw, my past self far away, my future self, and my life with Aiden. Aiden just sat at watched as the class ended and I continued sketching. Thinking my way through how I wanted to make the piece. A set of woodcut prints to make the past, intaglio etching for the lenses and frame that would make up the edges of the piece, and screen printing to make the reflections of the future around the lenses. The past in full focus, the future still a little blurry with the images offset to mimic the prismatic effect of the lenses. Mixing methods just seemed like the way for me to show the past present and future. The viewer might never know, but I would.

When I was finished sketching Aiden laid his hand on mine.

"New piece?" He asked.

"Yeah, that and a little perspective."

"Perspective?" His brows came together.

"Perspective," I agreed. "Sometimes a change in perspective is all it takes to bring the past into focus."

"Why the past?"

I looked up into his eyes. "Because it makes us who we are, and then, who we will be." I smiled up at him, closed his notebook and brushed some stray hair behind my ear. "Right now I want to think about the future, our future..."

He stood and offered his hand to me, "I hope I'm in your future." He winked at me.

I took his hand, "I'm counting on that. So, are you going to take me to bed, or loose me forever?"

He shook his head smiling at me, "Nobody says that."

I smiled widely at him, "And that's why you love me!"

He gave my hand a tug and pulled me outside and into our future.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed the second, and last, installment in Rebecca and Aiden's little story. I had a ton of fun writing it. The first half took me over a year to finish. The second half wrote itself in a week. I'm not sure why, but when I started the first part, I didn't want the story to have a second part. Once I was finished, I knew I had to keep going. There were just too many unanswered questions! Hopefully I was able to answer those and shed a little light on their future without moving too fast.

If you wouldn't mind, I'd appreciate some feedback. Without it, I can't get better at writing. If you really didn't enjoy the story, I'd love to know why. I know I can't please everyone, but the critical and constructive comments left for my other stories have made me a better writer, as I've tried to address the problems those readers called out. I love the positive comments, they keep me writing, but I learn the most when I know what mistakes I've made.