X-change: Remedial School Pt. 4

Note: All the characters in this story are over the age of eighteen. It isn't based on any real people or groups. It is a fantasy. Any errors or omissions are my own. I try to correct them, but I don't catch everything. I didn't invent "X-change" or the concept of it. I'm just a fan of the gifs online. Look them up, you'll love them. There are also some great X-change stories here on the site. Give those writers some love. This story does contain a seemingly magical transformation. Please look at the story tags. If you don't like those things then you should probably move one. Enjoy.

I tried to convince myself that nothing had changed. Yet even as I tried to do that, I still felt that delightful soreness in my pussy from my wonderful night with Jason. "It's not really your pussy," I tried to tell myself. You're 'Bobby' not 'Bobbi.' That wasn't working for me though. I stopped by the bathroom between classes, and I stared in the mirror. "Bobbi," the girl, stared back at me. I kept waiting for the other version of myself to appear, but he didn't. One thing was clear: I desperately wanted to be with Jason again. I needed him. God, what had they done to me?

It did feel wonderful to be walking the hallways of the facility. Somehow it didn't feel like a prison that morning. The white walls, the plexiglass, and the stainless steel were a little basic, but at least they were orderly and clean. More importantly, it was walking in those hallways alone that led me to being with Jason.

"Look at you," I told my reflection. "You're just some love-struck girl now."

I kept waiting for the girl in the mirror to explain herself to me. However, after waiting there for a while I was left with one conclusion: the girl was me.

I left the bathroom and did my best to prepare myself for the rest of the day. Classes were as they often were. There was something different about me though. I started to change when I first began taking the pill and applying myself, but it was different now.

In one of our classes, we had a group discussion after the lecture and the videos. We were discussing the expectations that girls have for guys and vice versa. When it came time for me to share with the group, I said, "Being Bobbi, I have feelings now that I didn't have before. I want comfort from a guy. I want to be allowed to be vulnerable to him. That's asking for a lot of trust on my part. When I think back to when I was... I mean when I am a guy, I'm not sure that I was able to do that."

There were several nods at that. At that point in the program, I was surrounded by a bunch of former guys who'd all been taking the pill for days now. The looks on their faces told me that they had begun experiencing some of the same feelings or at least they feared that they would be there soon. I felt sudden heat throughout my whole body. Fear and embarrassment of being so exposed, but there was no way that I could hide it anymore. "Bobby" hadn't been that bad of a guy I suppose. Or I was still making excuses for him.

I looked outside the plexiglass window into a room across the hall. Brett was in there sitting in on a similar group. Except it wasn't "Brett" in there. It was "Britney." It made sense that he'd been given a similar assignment as me. I wondered if she'd hooked up with another guy recently. There was still a place in my brain where "Bobby" happily recounted having sex with Britney. Running my hands over the short hair on her head. The feeling of being inside of her...

She looked good. I couldn't tell if we still had beef between each other or not. She looked over at me. Britney just nodded and went back to sharing with her own group. They'd finally managed to separate "Bobby" and "Brett," and those two guys were now girls. This was what Dan and his backers were planning for. The way that Dan spoke of this program, this was their way to provide demure and traditional women to men who craved them. How many of those men would even suspect that their new girlfriend and future wife used to be a criminal degenerate guy? Would they think twice about having children with a woman who had been that? Would they even know?

I walked towards Dan's office to complete our usual ritual. It felt so routine now that I didn't question it at all. Jeanine was there to greet me as always from her desk. The cute blonde had such a positive outlook on life. It was hard to think that once she had been a guy like me. One of Dan's early projects. No one would suspect her.

"Hey sweetheart," she said. "You look different. Is there are certain glow about you?"

I blushed. "What do you mean?"

She giggled. Jeanine stood up. She came over to me and took my hands in hers. "It's okay, Bobbi. It's just us talking." She managed to get a nod from me. "Good. So, did you do your assignment?"

I suspected that she and all the others already knew. I said, "Yeah. I did it."

"And how was it? Any discomfort or concerns?"

"I feel weird."

"What do you mean? Like physically?"

"I'm not sure. I... I want to see Jason again."

She smiled. "Because you want to do it again? You want to be near him and have his approval?"

I started crying. I agreed with all of it.

Jeanine hugged me tightly. "That's wonderful, Bobbi. Don't be sad."

"I don't know if I'm supposed to be this way, Jeanine."

"It's all part of the treatment. Don't worry."

"But... aren't I supposed to change back?"

Jeanine looked at me deeply in the eyes. She said, "It feels right to be 'Bobbi' doesn't it?"

I nodded.

"It was all the same for me. Don't worry about anything. It's going to be fine."

"I'm not going to get pregnant, am I?"

She laughed. "I don't believe so. Standard pills don't give you the chance to acclimate that much. Unusual occurrences have happened though. If it happens, don't worry. The program includes care and support for pregnant students. We even have a childcare facility on the other side of the campus."

"What? Really?"

"Of course. We've had to plan for all these kinds of things."

Jeanine buzzed me in. She said, "Trust in Dan" as I went inside.

Dan was waiting for me with a smile on his face. I wondered how much they knew. Was my wonderful moment with Jason recorded? Were they analyzing everything that I did at any moment? I knew that I was being paranoid, but on the other hand: how could I not be?

"Have a seat," said the director. "I hope you're feeling well this morning."

I shrugged. "Mostly."

"I'm proud of you, Bobbi. It's one thing to swallow the pill and endure the change. Everyone has experience taking medicine or enduring a punishment. The real difference is what you do with yourself and the choices that you make. What you did will benefit you eventually."

"Did you send my mom the video yet?"

Dan clicked his tongue at me. "No, no, no. We don't do that here. There are some people in this world that exploit the effects of the pill for entertainment. Its very nature makes that a danger. However, here at the institute we are trying to help people. To help you, Bobbi."

I nodded just to move things along.

Dan continued, "Now, that we're reached this milestone, it's time to take a step back for reflection." Dan reached into his desk, and removed a different pill pack. This one contained a large white pill that looked like some generic pain killer given out at an urgent care clinic. Instead of the coffee that I had grown to like there was a plain bottle of water on the desk.

"What's this?"

"A type of detox pill. Originally this was designed to flush the system of other drugs. We've found that it's most effective at removing X-change from a person. At this stage, your body is saturated with it."

I was confused. "Didn't you want me this way? Why do this now?"

"You've experienced the world as 'Bobbi' for some time now. It's becoming your normal reality. We could continue that and eventually you'll be so absorbed in living her life that you won't know anything else. Eventually we could even give you the permanent pill and you wouldn't even notice it. Trust me, we've done that before. It's quite effective."

It all made sense. What better way to reform criminals?

Dan said, "You have the option to change back. I will warn you that there are withdrawal symptoms just like other drugs. They're not pleasant, but they won't harm you. Tough it out and you'll be your old self soon. On the other hand,..." Dan took another blister pack out and slid it over to me. It was the same little pink X-change Basic pill. "... I will also give you this if you want to go back. From now on if I give you the pill you don't have to do it in front of me. It will be your choice entirely."

I stared at him for a while. "Why would you suddenly offer me this much of a choice? Normally, people look at me and say that having a choice is how I ended up getting in trouble."

Dan nodded. "That's one way of looking at young people who go awry. Typically, a person that is in the process of maturing needs structure. This can be a family dynamic, a belief system, or even club or sports activities. There will always be outliers, but there is a lot of data to support that conclusion. However, you also need to provide choices with consequences sometimes."

"We're still all just an experiment," I said.

"I have hopes for you, Bobbi. There are things happening in the background now. Momentous changes are coming for the program and for all of us. You might look back at this whole experience with pride one day."

I grinned. My old asshole-self was still inside me even if I was a girl. I said, "I guess we'll see about that one, Dan."

I left Dan's office with two pills and several questions. What were they doing to me? Or were they just trying to manipulate me into making a choice so they wouldn't be blamed if things didn't turn out well? That sounded like modern corporation shit, and I knew that their fingerprints were all over this situation.

I didn't get that far away from Dan's office before I got flagged down by Jason. The cute tall guy urged me to join him in a corner by one of the stairwells going up to the next level. Just enough privacy for a conversation but not enough for anyone to accuse us of doing something illicit.

"I've been looking for you," he said. "Is everything okay?"

"I'm fine. Don't worry."

He tried to touch me, but I brushed his hand away.

"Did I do something wrong?"

I shook my head. "No. It's just... there's a lot going on."

"Bobbi," said Jason. "I hope you know how important you are to me."

"You don't know me, Jason. At least not the real me."

He took my hands in his. I let him do it this time. He said, "We talked about this. You're not a bad person. We all make mistakes."

I was near tears. Not sure what to say to him. "I'm not sure what's real anymore."

Jason pulled me into an embrace. "This is real," he said. "I want to be with you, Bobbi."

"Like... you mean...?"

"Yeah."

My whole body flushed at the thought. "I'm sure my mom would be happy. She loves the idea of me being a daughter for her and giving her grandbabies. It's so..."

"Cringe," he said. "I know the feeling. My own mom has been getting on me to find a girl and start a family."

That all sounded familiar. Then I thought about it, and this underlying desire that we were faced with would fulfill those wants of our mothers. God, I thought. This would happen to me.

"I just want you to know that I know what it's like," he told me. "But... you know... our moms do have cringe hopes for us, but honestly: if I could do all those things with you then I think that I would be happy. I hope that you would be too."

"You mean?"

Jason kissed me, and it was the tenderest thing that I ever felt in my life up until that point. I felt it so deeply. Throughout my whole body and even deeper than that.

Jason pulled away finally.

"Would you do it?" he asked. "Would you take the permanent pill and be with me?"

I stopped myself before I could say "yes" immediately. My mouth was already forming the word.

I said, "I need time, Jason. This is all happening so fast."

"But you do feel something, don't you?" he asked.

I nodded. "It's a lot to deal with. I do feel something though. Something that is wonderful and scary."

Jason gave me such a light and tender kiss. I wanted to pull him closer to me, but I held off. Still scared of how far I might go.

"Take your time," he said. "I don't want to force you into anything. You're too special for me to force you."

Jason slowly walked away. I was so relieved that he left and at the same time heartbroken. With nowhere else to go I went back to my room.

I was trying to find some time alone. There were too many questions swirling around my X-change-addled brain. Including a big question that I was terrified of answering. I knew that people wanted me to do it, but what did I want?

Yvette came walking through my door.

Oh great, I thought. This is the last thing that I need.

I hadn't seen her since we'd been together, and that resulted in the fight with Brett that nearly ruined everything. As much as Ethan had changed, he still caused problems amongst us.

We just stood there looking at each other for a moment.

Yvette was as sexy as ever.

"Wow," she said. "You make a hot fucking girl, Bobby."

"'Bobbi'", I said. "With an 'I'."

"Cute. Too bad that you're still angry at me. Having sex with you would be amazing."

God, I thought. Same old Ethan.

I said, "I'm surprised that you wouldn't want to wait to be 'Ethan' again before you wanted to fuck me."

Yvette looked away for a moment. "Well," she said, "it's a little too late for that."

"What do you mean?"

"I took the Plus pill, Bobbi."

I stared at her with my mouth open. "Are you serious?"

"As diabetes."

"So... you're..."

Yvette did a spin in place to show off her hot little body. She said, "This is all me now."

"Why?"

"A few reasons. Tell me, Bobbi, now that you've experienced it, how does it feel to be this way?"

I sighed. Not wanting to admit it. "I feel great, and yet it's scary."

Yvette put a gentle little hand on my shoulder. "I know. My first time... I thought that I'd lost my mind."

"What about your new friends? You talked about hanging out 'with the boys'."

She smiled. "A girl can still hang out with the boys. Although, half of my friends took the Plus pill too."

"They did? Why?"

"It's complicated, Bobbi. One thing that helped is that they filmed what they did to Travis and showed it to some investors and government people. It got them excited. They're talking about fast-tracking some of us to make room for a wave of new detainees. This country has too many criminals and pre-criminals. And the birthrate has gone down. They can solve two problems at once: get rid of toxic male criminals and produce new girls that can be made to be interested in getting pregnant. We live in a society."

"It's scary."

She nodded. "Yeah, it is, but it's an opportunity for us, Bobbi."

"You're suggesting that I should do it too?"

Yet another person to say it.

Yvette said, "You must make your own choice, but I'm happy with mine. We fucked up as guys, Bobbi. We'll be forgiven as girls. They're going to make scholarships and loans available to us. Even that 'Universal Basic Income.' That's better than JDC and a whole lot better than prison."

I couldn't argue with that.

"No matter what," she said, "I hope it goes well for you."

Yvette hugged me tightly. Our breasts mashed together through our t-shirts.

"I'm so sorry for everything," she said. There was genuine sadness in her voice. "I wasn't the kind of friend that you deserved. I'm trying to be a better person now. That' why I'm going with my new life as 'Yvette.' You understand, right?"

"Yeah," I said. "I understand."

I understood even more than I was willing to admit at the time. That's how life is though. Yvette left my room. There was so much that she was going to have to work though, but eventually she would be fine. Taking the Plus pill would prove to be an excellent choice for her.

I was left there wondering about my own future. I decided to roll the dice. I got a bottle of water from a cooler in the "social area," and I took the white pill. In my head I told myself that I was being thorough. I had to know about myself and there was only one way to do that without any doubts. Yet I did know the pain.

The next two days were miserable. The first day I hadn't changed back yet, but I was experiencing what felt like the worst hangover ever. I even thought for a moment that I'd contracted some terrible version of the flu. I was only able to make it to one of my classes before the need for a toilet to throw up into became too much. So, I just stayed inside my private room and coped with it.

Guards came to check on me and even one of the nurses. I wasn't the only one to be given one of the white pills. There were other guys detainees going through the exact same thing. Dan and Yvette were correct. There were changes coming, and that meant that they had to move forward with those of us who were already here in the program. It was funny how the same people that told us to be patient were now stepping on the gas in a hard way.

When I woke up on the second day, I was a guy again. I felt like stepped on shit, but Dan was correct the process didn't kill me. I was encouraged to drink more water. Basically, washing the remaining traces of the X-change pill from my system. The nurse that checked on me promised that I would get better. At least I was able to go back to class, even if I felt bad. Some ginger chews kept the nausea at bay along with plenty of Tylenol for the headaches.

That afternoon I ended up in a group session that Brett was in. He was back to being his old self and looked to be as miserable as I was.

"The white pill sucks," he said. "If I'd known how bad it was going to be, I would've stuck it up Dan's ass."

I agreed. We were cool again. Able to form a connection over our shared misery. We both shared during group. I admitted to everyone that I felt better as "Bobbi" though part of that had to be because of the withdrawals.

I said, "She's important to people. I'm not sure that I've ever felt that way as my guy self."

"Why do you think that is?" the counselor asked.

I wasn't sure how to answer at first. I took a couple of deep breaths and tried. I said, "Maybe I don't like this 'normal' version of myself as much as I used to think."

I didn't cry after saying it, which I was grateful for. However, it was a gut punch to my old sense of identity. I stared at the floor when I was done speaking. They didn't press me for more. Instead, the counselor moved on to the next person. When I did look up to see if anyone was staring at me, I was pleased to see that the others had moved on as well. All except for Brett. He was looking at me with his big gray eyes. I thought that for a moment he would think less of me, but there was heartfelt sympathy in those eyes.

When the group session ended, I didn't have anything else to do so I began the walk back to my room. I wasn't thinking of it as a cell so that was good. I was partly back when I realized that Brett was following me. He kept his distance out of caution. I waved him over to join me.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yeah. I missed you."

That brought a smile from him. He said, "Me too. I didn't want things to end the way it did."

I nodded. "Would you come back to my room?"

"Really?"

I took his hand, and he followed me back. I didn't care if anyone was watching us. I wanted to be with my friend.

Back in my room I made sure the door was closed so we had total privacy. I didn't know what Brett was expecting. To be honest I wasn't sure what my intentions were when I suggested it. There we were: Brett and I. We were once again guys as we had been when this whole drama started for us.

"So, how was your time as 'Bobbi'?" asked Brett.

"It was good."

He nodded. "I hear you got close to that tall guy."

"Jason. He's a good guy."

"You really like him. Don't you?"

"It's complicated, Brett. You know that. When I'm 'Bobbi' I'm different. If she really likes him, I don't know what to do. I'm not sure how much of her is me or whatever."

"It's okay," he said. "I do know what you mean. 'Brittney' is strong when I'm her. They knew it would be this way when they gave us these pills."

He wasn't wrong. Even after reverting to 'Bobby' my head still swam with Bobbi's thoughts and wants. What did that even make me anymore?

Brett held up a blister-pack with the little pink pill inside. "Did they give you a pill to keep on you?"

I held mine up to confirm that they did.

Brett said, "They make it a choice for us, but they already know that we're going to use it again. It's like giving an addict access to drugs."

I agreed. It was diabolical of them.

"It's not a Plus pill," said Brett. "I was wondering if they were going to tempt us with that right away."

"Ethan took the Plus pill," I said. "He... or rather she told me so."

"No fucking way."

I nodded. "He... I mean she said that she is trying to do better. She apologized for everything."

Brett sighed. "I can't believe it."

"I hope it works out for her."

"Yeah... I mean... of course." Brett looked at me uncomfortably. "Would you ever do it?"

I couldn't answer him.

"I see then. You like this Jason guy that much."

"It's difficult."

Brett looked like he wanted to hug me. He almost went to do it but stopped. I understood. Back in the day we would've never done such things. Would we? Yet, those days were long since passed. There was no denying that.

"It's okay," I told him, and I opened my arms. Brett went into them quickly, and I warmly embraced him. We just held each other there for a while.

"I'm sorry," he said. "About our fight."

"It wasn't just you. I shouldn't have fucked Yvette. I'm sorry."

Brett said, "I thought about taking the Plus pill too. I thought that maybe if I was 'Britney' again for you then maybe you would forgive me. Like I could be your wife or something."

I squeezed him tighter.

"You'd make a great wife," I told him. "You will always be important to me."

I knew that he wouldn't be satisfied with that. I wasn't even sure what I was going to be doing with my life at that point, so I didn't want to hurt anyone else with my own uncertainty.

"I heard that some of us might be transferred," he said. "There's lots of stuff happening."

"Dan mentioned that, and Yvette said this program is really picking up steam."

"This is how they get rid of the troublemakers."

I agreed.

"Want to have a good time?" I offered.

Brett pulled away from me. The eager look in his eyes told me that he was interested. I held up the pill in its blister-pack. "How about we both do it this time?"

"Girl on girl?"

"Sounds fun, right?"

Brett nodded. There was a big smile on his face. The pill was like a drug, and we both needed a fix. We separated a bit more. For safety reasons we needed room to move around during the change, but also because we both wanted to see the other. When you take an X-change your focus will be on what the pill does to you. Such a transformation is bound to rattle your core. However, you're always going to be curious about what the pill does to someone else.

We each held a pill up and toasted each other as if we were doing shots like we used to do in the old days. Honestly, the pill made me feel better than any alcohol or drugs that I'd ever done. Brett and I both popped those pills willingly. Dan and his cohorts knew that we would. The people who ran the program knew so much about us and what we were doing.

Brett and I both shook as the pills took hold. It was easier for me then. My body was still saturated with the drug after being "Bobbi" for so long despite the detox pill. I'd been surprised that I'd been able to change back after hearing some of the stories about people who over-did it. Dan had mentioned something about the pills that I'd been given, making it easier for me.

My bones cracked and my form shifted around. The flesh moved from one place to another. I looked over to see the same thing happening to Brett. That made the discomfort easier. Having someone else to endure it with me.

I felt the plump breasts sprout from my once flat chest. They strained against my t-shirt. I decided to just strip and get it over with. Brett and I were alone so what did it matter? I got fully naked just in time to see my cock and balls recede into my body. Across from me, the same thing was happening to Brett. He was becoming Britney again. The Britney who could've been my wife if I so willed it. Yet there at that moment we were both transformed into girls, which was what we longed to be deep inside. So powerful was the pill and the effect it had on the mind.

In short order: "Bobby" and "Brett" had become "Bobbi" and "Britney" again. We were left leaning against the walls of my private room--trying to steady our breathing. It felt like I had just leapt off the stair-machine at the gym. I was exhilarated and out of breath.

Britney and I took in each other's bodies as girls. It was a different scenario than we'd done before. Our wants and judgements were different.

Briney's eyes hungrily looked over me. "Damn, you're hot," she said. "I would've stabbed a guy to be with a girl like you."

I laughed. "You probably shouldn't say that."

Briney looked around and she addressed any concealed cameras or microphones. "I was only kidding," she said. "Come on. Would cute, impressionable girls like us hurt people?"

There was no response, but that was to be expected.

I'd forgotten how attractive Britney was. She was still thin for a girl, which made sense because Brett had always been a twig of a dude. Still, she had healthy breasts that suited her frame well. Her ass wasn't as plump or as large as mine, but it had amazing shape and firmness. Like an athletic model.

Britney came into my arms. She was so soft and warm. Her lips met mine. We went at each other ravenously with our lips and tongues. We squeezed each other's breasts. Mine were larger than her own. Britney then suckled at me as if she was feeding. If I'd had any milk in me, I would've lavished it all over her.

But... well, that was to be later.

Our interaction was so frantic. Out breathing. There was such a sense of urgency. Like at any moment someone was going to break into the room and stop us. That would be a poor choice for that person. Britney was driven by such an intense desire for me that she probably wouldn't shy away from violence. That was frightening on the one hand, but damned hot on the other.

Eventually, Britney guided me over to bed. She got my on my back faster than I'd even done with a girl. The old Brett was still there somewhere inside Britney. She moved her hands down from my breasts and trailed them slowly down my body. I was covered in a nervous sweat, but Britney didn't mind that at all. I loved the feel of her hands on me. Touching me.

My skin jumped and was alive at her touch.

"I want you so bad," she said. "Tell me that you want me."

"I want you, Britney. I always have."

"And what do you want me to do?" she asked.

"I want you to eat my pussy."

Britney flashed me with a wicked smile and stuck out her tongue. It was a promise of the fun time she intended to show me. I was sold on it.

My lover moved down the bed to get her mouth between my legs. She brought her lips to my pussy and gave it the most tender kiss. This wasn't just sex. It was body worship that she was offering me, and I was so happy to receive that adulation. Her tongue traced the folds of my labia. Then her tongue plunged into my hot interior. She placed her hands on my inner thighs to get a grip on me. To force me open to her. I belonged to her, and she was going to prove that to me.

I surrendered myself completely to her. There was no hiding anything. I belonged to Britney then. There was no feeling like that. Not only the feeling of her tongue manipulating my hot quim, but of her controlling my whole body. Britney moved a hand to the top of my swollen pussy and gently stroked at my clit.

I shook at her efforts. My orgasm rocked me. My juices gushed from my pussy all over Britney's face.

I reached down with both hands to pull her up to eye-level so I could kiss her. I cleaned my juices off her face with my tongue. Britney giggled at this.

"It's no big deal," she said. "I loved doing it."

I kissed her again. "And I love you for it."

We snuggled up to each other more. I took one of her nipples into my mouth and pulled hard until she yelped. Then I slid my hand down between her legs to find her hot, wet pussy. I gently worked-in a finger. Then two. I began to really go at her. In response, Britney began riding my hand. She made little mewling noises as we both worked to make her cum.

After several minutes I knew that she was getting close. I removed my fingers from her drenched quim, which made her cry out in distress that I would forsake her like that. However, I made it up to her by burying my face between her legs and lapping at her pussy like it contained the water of life for me. It hadn't been too longer since I'd done it for her when I was a guy. I called up all those skills and muscle memory. I knew how to drive my girl wild, and I did so.

That moment of private ecstasy was so beautiful for us. Britney and I enjoyed each other. We were just two girls having a wonderful time together. Our old guy-selves barely registered in our memory. We could've stayed that way forever in that room and we would've been quite satisfied with our lives.

Briteny began slapping my shoulder as her orgasm approached. I kept at her. Delightfully swallowing all the juice that I received from her molten confines. She finally cried out my name as she came.

Eventually, we settled down. Our breathing slowed along with our heartbeats. Our hot skin began to cool. We snuggled there in bed for a while. Our sweat and collective pussy juice mingled together.

Britney said, "I'm not sure that I can be without you."

I squeezed her tightly against me. "We may have to wait a while. But we'll find a way. I promise."

I already had an idea in mind for the future, but I would need to make a choice and commit fully. The more that I considered it the more frightened that it made me. You could be so happy, I told myself. That possibility seemed too good to be true, but was I worthy of such a thing? Despite the pleasure that I'd received and my hope for the future I was starting to feel that "Bobby" had been punished for a reason. Who was I to avoid that punishment?

Yet there were people who cared about me. I needed to know what I was to them.

Eventually, Britney and I had to leave the room or the staff at the facility was going to intervene. Everyone knew what was happening inside the private rooms. It was all part of our "therapy." What better way to replace our toxic male tendencies than to teach us to enjoy being women? Would it solve all the problems with criminals in our country? No, of course not. However, I could imagine a lot of guys on the inside being tempted by the possibility.

We cleaned up as best as we could and got dressed. We even tried to leave the room as casually as we could. Several of the other detainees at the facility noticed us. They talked amongst themselves in hushed whispers and giggled fiercely. Despite our pretenses they knew the truth. Two guys had entered a private room. Later, two very sweaty girls had emerged. Everyone knew what we'd been up to, but there was no avoiding that.

Britney blew a kiss to me as we parted way. I kissed the air in response but then tried to get back to "normal." That wasn't the easier of things to comprehend at that point.

The next day I had my meeting with Dan. Earlier that morning I'd transformed back into "Bobby." That brought a little sadness, but I needed to be my old self for a time. I'd been given another X-change pill with my breakfast, but I hadn't taken it. There were no objections to this. When I arrived at the office, Jeanine saw that I was "Bobby" again. She asked me if everything was all right.

"You seemed so happy as 'Bobbi'," she said. "I hope that you haven't become discouraged. Changing our lives is a scary thing. Trust me: I know."

There was such a warm and caring nature behind those eyes. I didn't doubt her sincerity for a second.

"It's difficult," I said. "I have feelings now that I didn't think that I would ever have. At least... not like this."

My voice had begun to break at the end. At some point there were tears welling up in my eyes. What the Hell had happened to me?

Jeanine was there to give me a reassuring hug. "I know, sweetheart," she said. "I don't regret my decision, but it was the scariest thing that I ever did. It needs to be that way for us to appreciate it. In my own case: I would've gotten parole eventually. I had this stupid luck when it came to me being punished. But the truth is: I know that I would've gone back to doing the same stupid shit that got me in trouble in the first place. No doubt about that.

"There was a famous criminal once. No, it wasn't me. Anyway, this guy was looking at several life sentences and the death penalty for all the horrible things that he did. However, the prosecutors needed him to testify against his boss. He ended up getting full witness protection. No prison time. No prosecution. A clean slate. Years later, he got busted trying to start a drug ring in whatever small town he was placed in. People asked him why he would do something so stupid and throw it all away, and he said: 'Tigers don't change their stripes.'

"That sounds a little cliché, but criminals have a habit of living up to cliches and stereotypes. Go figure."

I tried to dissect the meaning of her story. "So, I have no hope?" I asked.

Jeanine sighed. "Of course you do, but I've seen people get stuck in the loop. Tell me something, Bobby. What changed?"

"The feelings..."

"Yeah. Are they for someone?"

I could only nod.

"Jason," she mused. "Am I right?"

I didn't need to respond to her.

Jeanine said, "Yeah. The other you: Bobbi.' She thinks that she loves him, doesn't she?"

I nodded.

"Don't be scared or angry," she said. "This is normal."

I was relieved to hear it. I said, "I'm going to make a choice today. It's scary."

Jeanine smiled. She knew what I was going to ask for. She said, "Take control of your life. You'll be okay, Bobbi."

She buzzed me into Dan's office. He was talking to someone on the phone. I took my usual seat across from him and waited.

"It's going to be fine," Dan said to the person on the telephone. "He's been making great progress. Yes, the new amnesty program is in full swing now. Yes, many of our other students are going for it."

Dan finished his phone call and finally greeted me. "Good to see you again, Bobby. I see that you didn't take your pill this morning."

"We'll get to that."

"That's okay," said Dan. "As I told you earlier, we're trying to put the ball in your court now. That's the whole point of the program."

"I appreciate that. Really. Who was on the phone?"

"That was your mom. I told her about all the great progress that 'Bobbi' is making. She's happy to hear it."

I scoffed. "I'm sure she is."

Dan eyed me. "Go easy on your mom. It's difficult being a parent in the modern day. She only wants to help you."

"She wants a daughter," I said. "She always has."

Dan shrugged. "Some things correlate for a reason. I sense that you want something, Bobby. How can I help you?"

"I want a Plus pill."

Dan was silent for a moment. Then he said, "Interesting. Of course, we wouldn't want you to do anything rash. I want to know what you're thinking."

"I'm going to make a choice. I need to know if someone will accept me first."

"I see. Jason, right? Nice young man. He shouldn't be in here, to be honest." Dan smiled. "He's been talking during the private sharing sessions. He likes 'Bobbi' a lot. The word 'love' may have come up."

"Of course, you already know everything," I said. "Is that going to be a problem for my outcome here?"

Dan shook his head. "Not at all. Your mom wanted to play more of a role in your relationship choice, but I think that this is a positive development. A potentially productive relationship made right here in the program. The investors will love it."

"Will I have to appear in commercials or something?"

"Not if you don't want to. If you commit to this and Jason does too, then we'll go to bat for you. The new amnesty program wants to put wins on the board. We'll support your choice. The question is: what are you looking for?"

"I'll know it when I have it," I told him.

"Bold," said Dan. "Maybe that's a good thing though." He reached into his desk, and retrieved a small package. This was a blister-pack like the rest but surrounded by cardboard and extra material. The plus sign on the small pink pill was prominent. The manufacturer wanted you to know what you were getting.

"Here is the power to change an entire life," said Dan.

He slid it over on the desk to me. The entire time his eyes were scanning me for any deception or ulterior motives. I didn't have anything that I knew about, but how could I know what Dan would believe? I reached out for the pill, but Dan put his hand over mine.

"I'm trusting you," he said. "Make good choices for the right reasons."

I promised him that I would. This was quite the moment for us. There was a part of me that wanted to defy him. To force him to take the permanent pill. But to what end? Justice for Travis and others like him? The old Travis was a bully and an asshole. He had been going to end up hurting or killing someone someday. "Trisha" would be a better person no matter how she ended up. At least there was a chance of happiness there. That was my hope at least, and I was becoming a fan of hope.

"Would you ever take the permanent pill?" I asked Dan.

He smiled and took a breath. Letting out a deep sigh. He said, "I think about that a lot. I'm sure that one day I might do so. 'Evie' is stronger and stronger every time I become her. You like being 'Bobbi,' don't you?"

I told him that I did. One of the most honest things that I've ever said.

I left Dan's office carrying the pill in my hand. The plastic and cardboard edges of it felt sharp in my hand. Was it meant to feel that way? Or had my hands been growing softer?

As I left, I got a hopeful smile from Jeanine. She'd proven to be a real savior to me. Even much later, when it was all over, I would remain in contact with her. Getting more advice and sharing with her the details and the struggles of my life. Perhaps there was some alternate reality in which I encountered her earlier in my life. I'd like to believe that version of myself would take those lessons and improve his life. But that was all theoretical.

I returned to the main facility of the campus. The other residents were there going about their business. Classes were still being taken. Meetings were being held. How many of them were hearing about the Amnesty Program? This was the modern day. It had bizarre and complect problems and a legion of people with money and power who believed that radical solutions were the answer. I wasn't sure that I saw any of that coming to a positive end, but that wasn't going to be my problem eventually.

There was a special meeting that I needed to arrange. The outcome of which was going to be a deciding factor in my life.

I passed Jason a note when I saw him in the hallway between classes. Yeah, the whole thing was a very "high school" moment for us, but the old ways of doing things are sometimes the most effective. The note told him to come by my room when he was done with his classes. Did he suspect what I was planning? I don't think so, but Jason would always prove to me to be a smart guy who just didn't show off. Its one of the things that drew me to him.

A couple of hours later Jason stopped by my room. I invited him inside and closed the door behind him. This was going to be the most private moment we'd ever had. He was happy to see me. That smile of his was always so disarming. Yet, I could tell that he was disappointed that "Bobbi" hadn't greeted him. I hadn't answered his question before. It must've hurt him to be left hanging like that. In truth, I was saddened to disappoint him, but I was committed to a greater goal by then. I was more committed to him than I could ever put into words.

"Okay," said Jason. "You wanted to see me. So, what's up?"

"I wanted you to see me like this," I told him. "It's important for me to be like this in front of you."

"Why?"

"I want you to see me in all honesty, Jason. 'Bobbi' is great. I love her too, but this is what's on the inside. What I've been. My name is Bobby Anderson. I have two brothers. I'm the middle one. Maybe that's why I messed up. They said that I was smart in school, but I usually hung out with troublemakers and shitheads. I wasted most of the opportunities that I had in my life. I have already told you what my friends and I did. I was almost put in prison for that."

"I know. It's okay."

"Do you really want to be with someone like that?"

He took my hand in his.

I didn't think it strange at first because so much of my headspace was caught up in being "Bobbi." However, the old me would've found it "gay." I remembered the moment that Brett and I shared earlier. Well, not that gay. The feeling of Jason's hand--his touch... I still wanted it.

Jason said, "I love the fact that you're being so honest, Bobbi. That tells me everything that I need to know. You admit that you've made mistakes, and you want to be better, right?"

"Well... yeah."

"I believe in you, Bobbi. Remember: I ended up in this place too. We've both made mistakes. We're trying to improve ourselves. All we can do is try, and I want to be with you no matter what."

I was on the verge of tears. Shaking. Amazed that someone could care about me in such a way. Jason took me in his arms and held me. I couldn't believe I'd tried to scare him away, and he still wanted me. He knew all my faults and failures. Knew me to my naked core. There was only one thing left to do. I made a choice.

I reached into my pocket and took out the pill in its blister-pack. I could see the little plus sign on it. There were plenty of people who wanted me to take it. The old me would've told everyone to fuck off just to spite them. However, that version of me had only known failure. This was the hardest and the simplest thing that I did in my life. I pushed the pill out of the pack, and I swallowed it willingly for that last time.

Those last moments of my old life were so quiet there in the room with Jason. I could hear the deep breaths that he was taking. The muffled drone of the air-conditioner. I could even hear the distant sounds of two other residents of the facility making love in their private room. Was it just fun and lust that they were enjoying? Or had they stumbled into something more complicated and life-changing? If only we could share our stories, but then again, these rooms were private for a reason.

The change began to take me away then. It hurt more than I thought it would, but at least the withdrawal symptoms began to subside. As my frame shifted and my bones cracked, I nearly lost my footing. Jason was there to hold me.

"I got you," he said. "Come home to me, Bobbi."

It was such a simple thing for him to say, and yet he had my heart in his hands. Even without the magic of the pill I had already changed so much. There was no going back.

Flesh shifted around my body. My ass returned to being something plumper and more feminine. My breasts resprouted from "Bobby's" flat chest, and my brown hair grew down to my shoulders again.

Jason held me the whole time. Telling me how proud he was of me and how much I meant to him. It was the most therapeutic and life-affirming experience that I could ever imagine happening.

I felt the change between my legs and reached down. Feeling as my cock and balls disappeared for the last time leaving behind the pussy that I would have for the rest of my life. I was going to need it for the future life that Jason and I had in mind. The transformation completed shortly thereafter, and I was going to be "Bobbi" for the rest of my life.

I stood there on uncertain feet. Jason was still holding me. It was a lot to take in and accept. I was happy with my choice, but the gravity of it didn't escape me. Nevertheless, I felt fantastic physically. I was healthy and I was how I wanted to be.

"Are you okay?" asked Jason.

I nodded and flashed him with a big smile. "I'm great," I said. "I'm how I'm supposed to be."

He kissed me.

We took a moment just to enjoy being together. He was happy to have "Bobbi" back, and I was happy to be her. I would always be her.

After a while, Jason separated from me. He said, "Maybe I should give you some time to adjust. I mean you just changed your whole life."

I grabbed him forcefully and pulled him towards me. Jason was shocked by how strong I was. I liked that.

I said, "You're the one that's going to help me adjust, big guy. I'm your woman now and I want you."

He didn't need to be told twice.

"You're kind of cute when you're dressed like a guy," he said.

I blushed. "Well, I do have some experience."

I pulled the t-shirt over my head, exposing my new breasts to him. He was crazy about boobs like all guys were. Once I had known something about that, but now I just found it silly. He liked them though, so that was good. Jason pulled down my sweatpants. He was surprised to learn that I was already wearing panties.

I blushed.

Yeah, even during my brief return as being "Bobby" I couldn't stop wearing the panties that Jeanine bought for me. They just felt too good. There was no need for embarrassment now though. The panties fit naturally over my pussy. I pulled them down to show Jason what he wanted. A simple thing to do. I didn't understand why some girls didn't like showing off.

Jason got down on his knees. He kissed my lower lips tenderly. And then he spent several minutes eating my fresh pussy like a champion. He didn't quite achieve what I had experienced with Britney earlier, but with a little more practice he could be there. Jason brought me to the point of quivering. I'd learned that pleasure as a girl was amazing.

I was fully ready to reciprocate and suck Jason's cock, but he didn't give me the chance. He stood and then scooped me up like a bride on her wedding night. Then he carried me to bed and laid me down gently. I stared at him. My chest rising and falling with deep breaths. The anticipation of what was going to happen was too much. Not just that, but what it all meant. This was the start of a whole new life.

Jason stripped quickly and got into bed with me. I could see that his cock was already rigid with need. Ready to go back inside of me, and I wanted that so much. Jason got between my curvy legs and his hands found my breasts. His lips found my own. Being with him felt like home to me. I felt his hard cock press against my inner thigh. I reached down to help guide it to where I needed it.

"Please," I told him. "I need you inside of me."

Jason was happy to oblige me, and yes this became a hallmark of our future relationship. Years later, my mom would express envy that her "late-blooming" daughter had such a dedicated husband. That alone would prove to be worth the pain of the four children that Jason and I eventually had.

Jason slowly pushed his cock deep into my hungry pussy. I savored every inch of it entering me. This was the celebration of the new me, and how I would be experiencing lovemaking from then on. Once he was fully burying inside me, he held it there for a time. Letting me become accustomed to him again.

Once I was comfortable, I tapped on his broad back and told him to fuck me. Jason did this in earnest. Pulling his cock almost to the point of escape and then pushing it back home. Every thrust was an act of love to me, and the pleasure that it brought made me shake. I gripped his body tightly. Pulling him into me.

During all of this we kissed each other deeper than we ever had before. Our tongues exploring each other's mouths. Jason squeezed at my plump breasts. No doubt imagining what they would be like filled with milk. I wondered about that as well, and eventually we were going to find out.

We fucked for a long time there in that bed. To the point where it almost began to hurt, and we knew that we had to finish. Jason picked up speed and I gripped him tighter. My orgasm struck me like a thunderbolt. I cried out and shook at it. Not long after, I felt Jason tense. His cock spasmed deep within me and sent forth jets of hot cum deep within my insides.

Eventually our muscles reacted. I felt Jason soften within me. He pulled out and rolled off me. We cuddled in the sexual afterglow. Exhausted. Our sweat mingling. That wasn't bad. I mean it wasn't the only juice that we freely shared. That was part of being lovers, and eventually we would be even more together.

We slept there together so content for a long time.

And that was the day that I took back my life. My time at the facility wasn't totally concluded. Dan and his people were happy that I made the choice. Despite my previous mistakes, this solitary act demonstrated my commitment to change. It also helped Jason. He proved to them how dedicated he was to my well-being and how much he cared.

We were interviewed together and separately, and while we tried to keep things casual and vague to retain our privacy, we ultimately disclosed that we did love each other and wanted to be together. The counselors were delighted by this. It was a two for one success. A month later we were "graduated" from the program.

The people at the institute helped me out with the legal issues. They had contacts with the government, and my legal status as "Bobbi" was made official, and she had a clean legal record.

The hardest part was dealing with our families. Jason's family turned out to be amazing and supportive people. They'd been convinced that their son would return as a girl, but instead he returned with a girlfriend that he intended to marry. They were happy with this outcome, and they embraced me as a daughter.

For my own family...

I was picked up by my mom and my brothers upon my release. They were shocked to see what I'd become. My older brother Mike didn't believe it was true. Like were all pranking him or something.

"That's just make-up," he said. "Movies can get make-up that good."

In response, I pulled up my shirt and flashed them my new tits. I hadn't worn a bra that morning. My brothers almost fell over in shock.

My mom was pissed. "Bobbi," she yelled. "Good girls don't do that."

I covered myself up and was left blushing for a long time after. I never claimed to be a good girl, I thought to myself.

My father was shocked that I returned home as a girl. That was difficult. He treated me like I was so fragile at first, but over time I was able to get him to see that so much of me was the same. I still liked to work on cars with him, and I could still throw a football better than my brothers. It worked out in the end. My mom was more than happy to finally have the daughter that she always wanted, but she was disappointed that I ended up with a guy from the institute. Dan assured her that it was a good thing though. Her concerns would be more than alleviated on my wedding day and when Jason and I announced that I was pregnant with our first child.

One of the best things about my wedding was having Britney as my maid of honor. Brett did decide to follow the same path that I took. She was having a tough time coping with the change for a while, but I was happy to be there to support her. She told me during the wedding that she would always love me. I told her the same. She would meet Jason's cousin Adam at the wedding, and they were married a year later.

We never forgot where we came from or what we did. It shaped us for the rest of our lives.

On the day of my wedding, Britney found a moment to be alone with me, which wasn't easy, but she managed to do it.

She said, "I really thought that you and I were either going to end up in prison or dead. Either way, I was sure that we were going to do it together. I never could have imagined that all of this would've happened."

There was a tinge of sadness in her voice, but there was also hope.

I kissed her. There was more to that kiss than just friendship, but that was our business. Our husbands don't mind when we have our special "girls' night" here and there as long as they remain the only men in our lives. Honestly, it turns them on knowing what Britney and I do with each other.

"Things may be different than we thought they'd be," I told her, "But we'll always be together."

And we have been. No matter what challenges came our way. We have our husbands and our families, but we'll always have each other.

Note: Thank you all once again for your time and interest. This was a long time coming, and I appreciate your patience. Please feel free to rate the story and by all means leave a comment if you wish. I love hearing from you and learning what you like. I finish this while drinking a hazy, tropical IPA from Sierra Nevada. The heat is coming back already in San Diego. I honestly didn't miss it. Be safe out there. Cheers.