Misty's Promise

Brittany was not a natural blonde. Her almond-tinted skin gave this away, of course, but since chemo ended, she'd been skimping on her wig budget.

She saw the icon appear on her screen immediately as she logged on. Grabbing the wig from her bedside table, she clicked on a small picture of a woman leaning down into the camera, swollen nipples exposed, hair falling around her face, concealing what Brittany had learned was a perfect smile, misty5002.

Hey, hon, Misty said as Brittany expanded her browser window. misty sat close to the camera, her dick erect and already dripping with precum around the sides. She stroked her shaft slowly, tracing the sensitive tip at the top

The agreement was that Brittany had to watch... for two minutes, clothes on, hands in front of the camera, the rule was no touching herself

Even though they'd done this routine about a dozen times now, brittany still shifted in her seat, she could feel the moisture building between her legs and her face grew hot as misty's pink thong moved with her strokes, pushed aside by her thick cock

Time's up, Misty said. Brittany's hand flew to the seam of her pants, she was only allowed to wear jeans when they met. Her fingers fumbled as she undid the button and tugged the zipper, it caught on the band of her underwear and she moaned with frustration, her clit throbbing like a threat

Start over, Misty ordered.

When the session was over, Brittany closed her laptop and began to clean up. She had squirted all over the bed, the swollen lips of her vulva slid against each other as she got up to change the sheets and dump her toys in the little sex toy washing station she'd made

A honk disrupted the stupor of her routine. From the upstairs window, Brittany could see two people waving eagerly, hands outstretched from the windows of a grey two-door Mazda.

"Shit" Misty said. She changed her wig and grabbed the bag she had already packed and ran down the carpeted stairs of her duplex.

When she reached the bottom, her breath caught in her chest, a sharp pain shooting from her sternum.

Even though her treatment had ended weeks ago, some of the worst side effects remained

It'd been exactly a year since her diagnosis, and her two best friends thought an anniversary trip would be a good idea. An anniversary of what? Not dying? She knew the whole thing was Antonio's idea, and who would complain about a free getaway?

Girl, could you walk any slower? Tabby, Brittany's best friend since college, yelled from the passenger seat

The treatment had left her with weaker, smushed-up lungs, and friends who dealt with her near-death experience in the weirdest of ways

"i don't want to go to the desert, i want help with this fucking bag," brittany thought

She attempted another deep breath; this time, the pain was more dull. Brittany gave Tabby a wave and an attempted laugh that came out more like a forced cough.

Antonio's college boyfriend, Tripp, had invited the three of them to his homestead in Nevada. It wasn't until Antonio proposed the trip that Brittany made the connection. As Antonio scrolled on Tripp's social media to show them the gaudily decorated mansion, Brittany spotted... her.

After Brittany's poor attempt at nonchalant prying, Antonio spilled that Tripp had married a rich older trans woman who paid for everything they owned, Misty. Antonio and Tabby had no idea about Brittany's new secret life as enormousclitcamgirl577 (she'd panicked at the registration page of the site). If she hadn't been dreading the chance of her secret coming out, Brittany would've been thrilled to know that Misty was some kind of rich baroness

"So, when's the last time you talked to Tripp? Like for real, for real, " Tabby shouted over Antonio's loud sputtering motor.

Antonio pulled sunglasses from the glove compartment while shooing Tabby's shoes off the dash, "I don't know, he just Facebook messaged me a couple weeks ago, and we started catching up..."

"Is this going to be a Rocky Horror situation or something?"

"What are you even talking about, tab?" Brittany laughed nervously as she leaned her head against the cold glass of the window that she was sure Antonio had never cleaned. The coolness eased the heat of her burning cheeks. Was it the guilt of lying to her best friend, or was she still turned on from her session with Misty that morning?

"All I'm saying..." Tabby was now deep in a bag of tostones chips, crumbs visibly flying from her mouth to her lap to the already stained carpet lining of the little Mazda.

As brittany closed her eyes, misty's dick flashed to the front of her mind, moistening the lips of her vulva all over again.

She had started HRT towards the end of her treatment, and she was no scientist, but it seemed like the unusual timing of these chemicals being pumped into her body caused this new... life transformation.

She knew about bottom growth, but every few days she would look down as she peed and poke her new friend that had grown to the size of a baby carrot, she was delighted to discover it moved on its own, giving her random erections that'd be otherwise unpleasant and inconvenient.

By the time it stopped growing, it was the size of a baby carrot. She took some pictures and posted them on this retro site she had used as a teenager, she thought it'd be funny. Within hours, the notifications on her phone went crazy.

And that's how she'd come to earn $2000 in the past month, showing her new member to strangers... and that's how she'd met Misty.

"... Is that tripp messages you out of the blue..." Tabby continued as crumbs continued to fall, "invites you to his homestead in Nevada? And hasn't even mentioned that Misty knows we're coming" *crunch crunch* "so like what if it's a Dracula trans party alien weirdness moment! Tabby twinkled her fingers in the air, wrapping her hands around the headrest to touch Brittany's.

Brittany had fallen asleep, contentedly with her nose plastered to the window, slipping with each long breath. Unknown to Tabby, her left hand was tucked between her underwear and the soft hairs covering her mound. Her attempt to relieve herself of the flushed yearning in her cheeks was interrupted by the extreme fatigue that came with all of the post-chemo weirdness.

Brittany awoke to the bumps of a gravel road. somehow her clit was still still hard. as she blinked groggily, a cloud of dust surrounded the car and she began to make out the silhouette of the mansion. It looked smaller than in the pictures.

When they arrived at the gate, she spotted Tripp and Misty standing side by side, Misty holding Tripp's shoulders like a cute housewife. forgetting herself and the secret she was supposed to keep, Brittany launched out of the car and approached them

holding back a cough from all of the dust, Brittany stood in front of Misty, speechless. She was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Hi, I'm Misty." Misty's broad and freckled shoulders flexed as she extended a hand to shake Brittany's. Distracted by the quickening throb of her clit, she spotted the tops of the pink thong Misty had been wearing on camera earlier that day. Afraid for their eyes to meet, Brittany scanned misty's body from the waist up, her nipples poked through a pink tank top, her collarbone glistened with sweat, and the specks of dirt from the dust around them seemed to land like glitter.

Finally, gathering the courage to glance up, Brittany was met with Misty's calm, unbothered, yet kind expression.

Looking for any sign of connection, Brittany held her gaze. Misty's expression did not shift. The moment before breaking eye contact, a mischievous smirk appeared in Misty's eyes.