The Joke's on Who?

Another chapter in the Phun With Pharmaceuticals universe, I almost called it 'Too Much of a Good Thing.' I hope you enjoy this little sex romp, and maybe someday, when someone smarter than me makes Transitions real, we can all go to the beach together.

All standard caveats apply. Everyone's over eighteen, and I think you'll like this happy ending. Enjoy and please leave me that comment.

***

This wasn't how it was supposed to go. It was a prank, a stupid joke. It was supposed to be innocent fun, yet here I was in the county hospital. Sweat poured from my body. I was exhausted, tears streaming down my face. My doctor and my nurse look down at me, empathy flowing from their faces, but I felt like I could die at any moment. Across the room sat my mother, scared, worried, confused. Behind her stood my father, as stoic as ever, but with a strange look on his face I'd never seen before. Beside him was Evan, my lifelong best friend, and Derrick, fucking Derrick, the very bane of my existence. I felt the pain coming back as I briefly pondered the reason he was here at all, that any of us were here at all. Somebody just make it stop. Shoot me already.

"FUUUCK!" I heard the voice scream. It was mine.

---

"It will be perfect. He'll never see this coming and just think how embarrassed he'll be when he finds out the truth." My best friend Evan was so damned confident. He'd done all the research. It's FDA approved, after all.

"Then you do it." I scoffed. "This is ridiculous, and what if I'm ugly? Then the whole thing goes to hell, and I'm stuck like that." Yeah, the idea had a certain appeal, and I knew that if one of us was to do it, it would have to be me. Evan was six-six and just as wiry and dorky as he was tall. Me, I was five-ten with at least a semblance of a body. I'd played soccer in high school.

"Duh. That's why we try it first. Proof of concept, just like we talked about." He grinned at me with that big, stupid grin. "Besides, we'll need to go shopping for stuff and we need to know your sizes."

"You really want to go through all this just to one-up Derrick?" I still wasn't convinced.

"Yeah. I mean, he's been making our lives miserable since fourth grade, calling us little fags, pansy asses-I'm just sick of it. He thinks he's god's gift to the universe, that he can have and do anything he wants." Evan took a deep breath and let it all out with one massive sigh. "Look. I've done the research. This stuff enhances your existing traits, and I've got to be honest, you've got killer legs and kind of a girly ass already. You'd make a good girl without help. I'll bet you're going to be beautiful, and there's no way he won't go for you. When he doesn't get you and then finds out who you really are, it will humiliate him. It will be perfect."

It had been like this since we met in first grade. Ms. Thompson's class at Freeman Elementary. Evan could talk me into almost anything. Well, considering what we were discussing, I guess the 'almost' was debatable. And I had to give him credit. Some of the pranks we'd pulled had been epic. To this day, I refuse to confirm or deny any knowledge of how Principal Skinner's Harley got on the roof of the high school gym. I have it from excellent sources that the physics and engineering involved were impressive, though.

It amazed me that no one had ever caught us. A double major in engineering and chemistry, it was a running joke that Evan was going to work for Ethan Hunt at IMF one day. Me, I could get a computer to do just about anything. Together, we were legitimately dangerous. Well, from an intellectual point of view, anyway.

The Transitions technology had been around for years. Most of the guys I played soccer with used the Phase I shampoos and lotions because of how thick it made their hair and how soft it made their skin. The guys on the swim team all used the depilatory. The higher-level stuff was all prescription only; until some of it wasn't. I mean, Transitions and its parent company, SRG, were in business, right? Once the public accepted that tech existed that could change a person's gender at the genetic level, it was inevitable that a 'party' version would hit the market.

That's what Evan was talking about. We had to go to the clinic to get it, and I had to read a bunch of stuff and sign and initial like I was buying a car. I was only doing this once to get Evan to shut up once he realized what a stupid idea it was, anyway. I mean, he was paying, so what the hell, right? Why should I care what terms like 'residual latency' or 'aggregate amplification' or 'cyclical acceleration' meant? What did all the risks and side effects mean to me? I was buying a video game, not making a life-changing decision. I scanned the papers, initialed the highlights and signed and dated at the bottom.

"You seem pretty confident this is what you want to do." The counselor looked a little

concerned.

"It's just this one time and only twelve hours, so yeah, I guess."

"Well, OK. Take this to the pharmacy counter up front. They'll give you your patch. It will work best if you place it in your groin area, probably just to the left or right of your penis. It takes about an hour to reach full effect. Have fun." She smiled and shook her head. I'm sure she thought this was funny; guys like me coming in to fulfill some weird curiosity or fantasy or something. Or maybe, with her experience, she knew things I had yet to imagine.

On the way home, I took the small box from the bag they'd given me, thinking it was a bit much for one patch. When I looked closer at the prescription, I noticed she had checked the week box, not the day. When I opened the box, sure enough, there were seven patches inside, not the one I'd expected. Not wanting Evan to strong-arm me into using them, I kept it to myself.

"Evan, I'm not so sure about this." I called from my room, where I stood naked in front of a full-length mirror.

"Come on, Ash, we've talked about this. Just do it. We need to know your sizes and stuff."

"Something tells me you just want me to do this so you can see a girl naked."

"I won't complain about the prospect, but what if you're ugly?" He laughed, "now come on. It's only for a few hours."

"Still think you should be the one doing this." I quipped, sighing in resignation as I peeled the backing off the sticker, pressing it to my abdomen just to the right of my penis, just like the girl at the clinic said.

It was fascinating to watch, starting with a dull ache in my hips. Then my pubic hair turned from its normal scraggly tangled mess to a neat, trim patch of fuzz. As the dull ache spread, my penis and testicles shrank and disappeared as my hips and butt got fuller and my waist shrank.

I lost some muscle definition but not too much, and as my chest got smaller, nice pert boobs sprouted. Nothing huge. Just right for my build. My face got rounder, and my eyes seemed to get a little bigger. Then my hair grew about eight inches, falling in nice, full curls down over my shoulders.

Tall, athletic, long legs, a nice tight ass with firm abbs just under a soft layer of fat, and perky tits standing proudly on my chest. My pubic hair wasn't a massive bush. Instead, it was a soft fur just covering my mons and hiding the prize between my legs. My long red hair made my now larger green eyes sparkle. The smattering of freckles across my nose and cheeks added the perfect accent. Evan had been right. I was beautiful. More than that, I liked what I saw. Something about it felt right. It must have been one of the side effects of the patch.

The temptation was too strong. My hands took on a life of their own, starting at my breasts, tweaking my nipples, sending surges of energy through my body.

"Oh, fuck." It was barely a whisper. Damn, my new tits were sensitive.

Down my stomach, my fingers interlaced in a slow race to the wetness growing between my legs. I wondered if it was normal for everyone to get so horny the first time they tried the patches. I just knew I had to know.

Spreading my legs just enough, it wasn't hard to find what I was looking for, and once I found it, my legs almost gave out. The now engorged nib was magic. Loud moans mixed with confused laughter. It felt both so good and so strange, nothing like jerking off as a guy. This was absolutely delicious. It was heaven.

Dropping to my knees, I let the strange and wonderful feelings wash over me, coursing down my legs and up through my torso. When I slipped two fingers inside me, I collapsed into a puddle on the floor, laughing uncontrollably as my body shook and shuddered.

My god, how did girls ever leave their rooms?

"Ash, are you OK in there?" Evan called from just outside my room.

"Um, uh, yeah, kinda." I chuckled as the last vestiges of the most incredibly epic orgasm ever slowly faded, "just getting used to, um, things. It's different from what I thought. Let me grab some clothes and I'll be out in a minute." Fuck, if he only knew.

I cleaned up a little (girls make a bigger mess than I thought) and pulled on an old pair of soccer shorts and a tight-fitting tank top. I didn't want him to see me naked, but figured he deserved to see what he paid for.

"Hey. What do you think?" I slowly opened the door and stepped out int the living room where he was waiting.

"Fuck, Ash. You're gorgeous." Evan blatantly stared at me with his mouth open and a very noticeable bulge growing in his shorts.

He wasn't wrong.

"Thanks. I guess I am kind of cute." I glanced at his crotch. He blushed and covered himself with his hands. I snickered and smiled as his cheeks turned crimson.

"So... how does it feel to be a girl? Are you like - freaking out? Tell me what it was like."

"It was strange looking in the mirror and seeing a girl looking back at me. I didn't think I'd look like this, and the change was a little uncomfortable, but not so bad once it finished. I guess it's the way this works, but I actually feel normal. Does that make sense?"

"I guess. I mean, it changed you at the genetic level, so it makes sense that you'd feel like a girl, too. Fucking Derrick is so fucking fucked." Evan laughed as he gave me a once over from head to toe. "His head will explode when he doesn't get you, and I do."

"I was skeptical. But it looks like this is going to work. Shopping? What does a girl need for three days at the beach, anyway?"

"That's what salesclerks are for. I'm thinking we just need to be honest, and they'll help us pick out whatever we need. Go change and we can hit the mall."

My jeans were a lot tighter in the thighs and in my butt and looser at the waist, but the length was fine. My T-shirts were loose enough on my smaller frame so that I could get away without a bra, and my shoes still fit. It was painfully obvious that I needed panties and bras, though. Going commando in jeans wasn't the most appealing option, and my nipples were very proud of themselves. Victoria's Secret was our first stop.

It was fun shopping and trying different things on. Evan openly blushed at a few of the bikinis I tried on, then bought them for me. The panties and bras were a mixture of cotton and lace, and the assorted shorts, skirts and tops were what I'd classify as conservative. Sure, the shorts were short, and the tops showed off my midriff, but for a girl my age, I figured that was almost expected.

We got some jeans that were actually made for a girl and that might have been a size too small. I liked how they showed off my curves and loved how Evan had to adjust himself when I showed them off to him.

By the time we were done, I had a nice wardrobe that would go well beyond just three days at the beach. That and a nagging suspicion that Evan had higher hopes for our experiment than he'd let on. I also decided that I wouldn't mind too much if he did. This all just felt right. I'd have to wait and see how I felt after I changed back.

Something fundamentally different was going on in our interactions with each other while we shopped. I was a lot more vocal, and that brought Evan out of his shell a little. We laughed and chatted about stuff we'd never talked about before, things like other people and how they interacted. Of course, Evan wanted to know how I was handling the new me a lot.

"I should be asking you that?" I smile and blush a little, reaching out and touching his arm while he looked away. Yeah, we touched each other a lot, too.

We even got to do a dry run of our prank on Derrick when he came up to our table at the pizza place we stopped at for dinner.

"Evan, my man. This has to be your cousin, right?" Even the simplest questions had a barb with him.

"Um, no, actually. Evan and I are on a date." I smiled as Derrick did a double take. "I'm Rene."

"Um, Derrick. Nice to meet you." He shook my hand and turned back to Evan. "Dude, I didn't know you had it in you."

"Oh, I'm sure Evan has all kinds of surprises you wouldn't know anything about. Now if you'll excuse us."

"Um sure. Maybe I'll see you around sometime." Derrick looked straight at me.

"Eh, maybe." Challenge accepted.

"That was awesome. I don't think I've ever seen him back down like that. And Rene is perfect. Using your middle name is a great idea. Easier to remember." Evan was beaming.

"Well, if confidence like that is a side effect of that patch, I like it. Or maybe I'm just reacting to the way you've been treating me all day. You've kind of been treating me like a princess, and I like that, too." I reached across the table and took his hand in mine.

"Maybe we should finish up and I should get you home before we make this any weirder. I have to leave early in the morning, anyway." He pulled his hand back and grabbed another slice of pie, ignoring the one on his plate that only had one bite taken out of it.

Things were a bit staid until we got back to my apartment. Evan helped me carry everything inside and even helped me reorganize my drawers and closet to hold my new things.

"So, I'll pick you up around noon on Thursday and we can head for the beach. OK?" Evan looked nervous.

"Sounds good, and at least we know Derrick is going to fall for it." I reached over and grabbed his arm. "And Evan..."

"Yeah?" He turned back to look at me.

"I'm sorry if this makes things weird between us, but I need to do this." I slipped my hand up his arm, meeting it behind his neck with the other. Pulling down and lifting myself up on my toes, I kissed him. Soft and sweet, no tongue, just a simple first kiss. He didn't pull away. In fact, his hands found my waist. What I expected to last a moment felt like it lasted a lifetime. "Thank you for today, for making me do this."

"Um, uh, yeah." We were still inches apart. "I think it's going to work. I should go." His quick breath and nervous voice told me I'd touched a nerve. I watched as he made his way to the stairs and smiled when he turned around and, grinning, waved, "See you Thursday."

This was so bizarre. Since I put that patch on, I was feeling things for Evan that I never thought I'd feel for a guy. He made me laugh, feel safe, even more; wanted - needed. It was probably the hormones in the patch, or something the nanites did to my brain; I just hoped it didn't ruin our friendship when this game was over. What worried me more was that I caught myself hoping I didn't lose the feeling when this was over.

I was in a hot bath, bubbles up to my nose, holding a glass of wine in one hand and teasing my clit with the other. There had to be a name for what I was doing; holding myself on the precipice, enjoying the immediacy of the orgasm I was holding at bay. It was going to be epic when I pushed myself over the edge until suddenly; it wasn't.

It was just gone. The incredible feeling I had so carefully nurtured and coddled. Gone. When I felt the subtle ache in my hips, I knew what had happened. So unfair; not to give me a warning. There should be some kind of warning, not just... this, this nothing, this abandonment, this, this, this rape, this savage theft of what I was building.

Draining my wine, I just sat there in my bath, letting the transformation take place. Maybe I could jerk one off. Yeah, sure, there was no way that orgasm could be anywhere near what I would, no, could have experienced. If only... I jerked off anyway, and it was pretty good.

Opening the drain, I let the tub empty before turning on the shower and rinsing off the bubbles. When I got out and looked in the mirror, there I was. The same scrawny geek I'd been when I woke up this morning. The worst part was I remembered it all, everything, even that kiss, and the orgasm I'd had when I first changed into Rene. If only, if only there had been a warning.

I grinned at myself. I had six more patches.

It only took about forty-five minutes this time. When it was done, I slipped on a silky nightgown, climbed into bed, and masturbated myself into a coma.

Waking up as a girl for the first time wasn't as disorienting as I thought it would be. I guess whatever the nanites and Genetic Engineering tech did to my brain took care of that. Muscle memory is something completely different, though. I realized that when I staggered to the bathroom, half awake. Lifting the toilet seat, I pulled up my nightgown, and without thinking grabbed for the penis that wasn't there and peed all over myself.

After cleaning up the mess, I brushed my teeth and put my hair up in a ponytail while I considered what I wanted to do all day. Evan was probably halfway home by now, and other than gaming, he was my social life, except...

I smiled at the pretty girl in the mirror. Five more patches; I had all kinds of options. Doing the math in my head, I figured I had an hour or so before I'd start the change back. If I applied another patch, I'd have all day to be Rene, and would change back to Ash just after I went to bed. That meant I'd be Ash in the morning.

Shit. This was perfect. I could put on the patch after breakfast, then another tonight. Tomorrow, Tuesday, and Wednesday, I could do the same. I would be Ash when I picked up the seventy-two-hour one from the clinic on Wednesday and could put it on in the car on the way to the beach with Evan. Except for Wednesday afternoon, I could be Rene practically all week and nobody would know but me.

The question was, why was I so excited about the prospect? Evan had to force me to do this in the first place, and now I couldn't think of anything else. I went to the kitchen and poured a bowl of cereal. It was already ten, and I'd put on my last patch at eleven o'clock last night.

There wasn't anything in the brochure or in the documents I had signed about these things being addictive. Well, I didn't really read the documents I'd signed. So, maybe there was. When I scanned them, I was only going to use one patch. Then they gave me seven.

I'd used two and nothing bad happened, so it must be OK. I mean, If I was taking too many, then my tits would get huge or something, right? The beautiful redhead I'd been when I first transitioned still smiled at me in the mirror while I brushed my teeth, after all.

I ate my breakfast and played with my phone, answering Dave's text asking me if I was ok; "Yeah. All good. See you Thursday."

ChatGpt wasn't much help when I asked about the side effects of using too many patches. "... Variations in dosage make defining specific effects difficult. You should refer to the applicable instructions provided by your health care professional..."

The final deciding factor was that the salon I called for a mani-pedi only had one opening at 12:30, and I knew I didn't want to be in the middle of transition while I was there. At exactly 11:00, even though I hadn't started my change back to Ash yet, I stuck the little patch on my abdomen right next to the patch of soft red fuzz covering my mons.

When they finished, my nails were almost fuchsia with my fingernails about half an inch longer than they'd ever been. I spent the rest of the afternoon reading a book and lying out in the sun at Barton Springs in the skimpiest bikini I had.

Half a dozen guys gave me their best shots. While I loved the attention, I wasn't nearly ready for what would happen if I said yes to any of them. Dinner was at a small café with outdoor seating where a couple of other guys tried their best lines. While it was a little annoying, it was also empowering to know so many of them wanted my attention, or more likely, into my pants. Both made me smile. They also gave me a reason to think about what I was going to be doing before I went to bed in a few hours. This time, I'd be able to time things better.

I took a quick detour and stopped at a specialty store I hoped would have what I wanted. Lost amidst a sea of dongs and dildos and vibrators, I must have looked like a lost puppy.

"Lots of things to choose from," a tall brunette sidled up to me. "I'm Lexi. I can help you find something if you would like some help."

"Um, yeah. That would be great. I'm Rene." I smile at her. She had to be two inches taller than me and wasn't wearing heels.

"So, your boyfriend not getting it done and you need a little help? It's very common." She smirked. "Most guys don't have a clue."

"Nope. Just me, and my fingers are getting tired." I smiled and let out a soft giggle.

"Well, girl, I have just the things for you." She took me by the arm and half dragged me a few aisles over, pointing out a waterproof vibrator that looked like a big pink banana.

"That pink banana will be your new best friend." Lexi's smile said more than her words. "It hits all the best spots, and I like to use a realistic dong to just fuck myself silly."

"I was thinking something simple. I mean, it's pretty much just my clit, right?" The pink banana wasn't cheap. Neither was the dildo she showed me.

"Just your clit? Girl, did you grow up in a convent or something? There is so much more." The confused look on her face told me I might need to explain.

"Have you heard of Transitions?" I grimaced.

"Oooh..." Her confused look morphed into a knowing nod. "I know all about Transitions. So, are you just trying it out, or did you go all in like me?"

I told her about what Evan had talked me into. She responded with her story and an in-depth explanation of all the special little spots that pink banana could get to. With a wink, she added that sometimes a girl just needs to get fucked hard. That's what the dong she suggested was for.

I bought both, and the bottle of lube and the box of condoms she suggested. Evidently, my back door was just as much fun as the front.

I was justifying, rationalizing; I knew that. The realization dawned on me that the worst outcome of this whole thing was, as a woman, I would become an expert in pleasing women sexually. I'd be a god among boys with the girls at school. It didn't hurt that I'd already figured out how much fun the lessons would be.

It was difficult to remember a bath I'd looked forward to so much.

Lexi was right. My body was full of little places that pink banana could tease and torture to bring me pleasure. I knew my nipples were sensitive, but the intensity of the vibrations from the banana took them to a new level. She told me to save my clit for the last. It was a challenge, but I managed. Even places like the space where my thighs and my abdomen joined, down the inside of my thigh and behind my knees; my entire body was a cornucopia of pleasure.

Not having grown up as a girl, almost everything I discovered was new. There were just so many places to play, to touch, to tease. How was I going to give this up when it was time for me to change back to Ash?

When I finally quit playing with myself, I was exhausted, and the water in my bath was cold. Drying off, I applied another patch, slipped into a nightgown, and collapsed into bed, letting new and wonderful fantasies fill my head.

Those same fantasies pulled me from my sleep. The addition of my fingers slipping between the soft folds between my legs and sending a now familiar warmth pulsing through my core brought a smile to my face. The fantasies were the same as they had always been with the difference that instead of imagining what I would do to women I was with; I was picturing what men would do to me. The urge to explore also seemed stronger. I craved the orgasm I knew was coming. I needed it, and the one after that, and the next.

Lexi was right. The pink banana had so quickly become my best friend, and adding the dildo to the mix only magnified the options, the possibilities. I tried them all. I never would have thought that having a dildo in my ass would feel so delicious, or that adding the pink banana deep in my pussy would be so incredible. Just working the dildo into my butt had been amazing. Monday was a waste, but what a wonderful waste.

Hunger finally won over horny, so I took a quick shower, rinsing the day of sex play from my body, and went to grab a burger. My internal autopilot took me straight to Ash's favorite sports bar. It was packed. Some soccer game that I not only knew nothing about, but cared about even less. To make matters worse, Derrick spotted me waiting at the hostess stand.

"Where's Evan?" He smiled as he came up to me, shouting over the roar of the crowd when some guy missed a goal.

"Home with the fam. He'll be back Thursday." Damn, he was cute, and that smile. Shit, I could feel myself getting wet again. Why the hell was I so damned horny?

"We got room, if you're interested. Rene, right?" He pointed to a table with six or seven guys sitting at it. I knew most of them. They'd all been part of Derrick's little gang since about middle school, and every one of them had played a part in some effort to humiliate me at some point.

"Um, yeah, and Derrick?" I gave him a quizzical look, pretending I wasn't sure what his name was. He nodded. I shrugged and followed him to the table when I heard the hostess tell the guy in front of me the wait for a table was over an hour. Some things are worth the sacrifice, and they had this Ultimate Halftime Burger with avocado, a ton of bacon and a fried egg on. It was exactly what I was hungry for.

Fortunately, the table was enormous, easily big enough for probably a dozen people. I didn't have to squeeze in between anybody. I still ended up sitting right next to Derrick. Go figure.

I ordered my burger and somehow got a beer without being carded and waited for the question I knew was coming. It didn't take long.

"So, you and Evan. Is that new?" At least Derrick was direct.

"Yes, and no. We've known each other for a while through our families. We ran into each other, and he asked me out. I've always thought he was cute and funny, so I said yes."

"Yet here you are with me." Damn that smile; totally disarming. I could see why he was so popular.

"Don't get too excited. It's an hour wait for a table and I'm hungry. Just be glad I remembered you, sort of." I added a grin and a wink to take the edge off.

"Ouch. One point for Rene." He laughed. Why did he have to be so damned good looking?

My burger showed up, and we talked around stuff for a while, him probing for a chance, and me gently shutting him down. He was as persistent as he was charming.

"Evan told me about you. I think you should know that." It was a chance to see behind the curtain. Why not?

"I'm not surprised, and you may not believe it, but I actually like Evan. He's just sort of collateral damage."

"Collateral damage... What does that mean?"

"It's his friend Ash. The guy just gets to me, and so I pick on him; probably too much. I mean, he's not a bad guy, he just makes me uncomfortable. Evan's always there, so he gets it, too."

"Uncomfortable, how? Evan introduced us. He seems OK."

"We've known each other for a long time, like grade school. When I first met them, I thought Ash was a girl. I embarrassed myself pretty badly and I guess I just never got over it. Kind of stupid when I think about it, but it just won't let me go."

Oh shit, the memory came back. He had been in school for about a month and asked me to go steady. I was in fourth grade. What did that even mean when you're ten? Everybody laughed, and I mean everybody.

"So, for what, fifteen years you've been picking on him because of something you did?"

"Like I said, it's stupid when I think about it. I don't know. I see him playing soccer in those shorts and with those legs... and it all comes back. Everybody laughing at me... All the humiliation..."

"And the other times, when he's not playing soccer?"

"Habit, I guess." He truly looked contrite, like it bothered him.

"That's messed up in so many ways. You really need to talk to someone about this. You know that, right?" I didn't wait for his answer. If I stayed any longer, I was going to give something away. Based on the conflicted feelings I was dealing with, I knew I wasn't ready for that. Instead, I flagged down the waitress, paid my bill, and bailed, not even thinking about using my debit card with Ash's name on it.

"Rene." Derick caught me just outside the bar. "Um, thanks for listening. If you see Evan, tell him I said hi and that I'll try. OK?"

"Fair enough. What about Ash?"

"I don't know. He still makes me feel weird." He smiled and shook his head. "Yeah, maybe him, too."

The problem was, he started to walk me to my car, Ash's car.

"Derrick, I'm a big girl, and we are not on anything close to resembling a date. Go back inside to your friends." I turned and put my hand on his chest. I could feel his heartbeat and his breathing. Damn, I could smell him. I was getting wet. Now my heart was racing. I turned and did my best not to run as I made my way around the corner toward the back lot where I had parked.

"Miss, are you alright?" Some guy I'd never seen was walking toward me as I tried to unlock my car.

"Yes, and no." I laughed. "It's a long story."

"I saw you and that guy outside the bar..." He was tall, had salt and pepper hair, a nice build, and the kindest eyes. Probably my dad's age. "I'm a good listener, if that's what you need."

'That is so not what I need.' The words ran through my head. I was horny, so fucking horny I couldn't stand it. If he hadn't interrupted me, I'd be in the front seat of my car right now, rubbing one out.

Shit, this was a bad idea of such epic proportions.

"You married?" I was biting my lip.

"Divorced." The look on his face was priceless.

"Let me see you phone." I stuck out my hand. He handed me his phone, and I put my address into his map app. "Follow me?"

"Are you sure?" Anticipation replaced the confusion.

"No, but if I don't do something, I'm going to explode. You at least seem like a nice guy and you're nice on the eyes. It's not too far."

"But that guy...?"

"Yeah, absolutely not that guy. You coming?" I got in my car and started the engine. He followed me out of the parking lot and to my apartment.

There's this mythical fantasy about how special, almost sacred, giving yourself for your first time is supposed to be. I guess if I'd grown up as a girl, it might have mattered, or maybe that's just how Transitions worked, lowering your inhibitions, or something. All I knew was I wanted relief, and this stranger seemed like my best option.

The pink banana, my dildo; they just didn't feel right. I needed a man to fuck me, any man but Derrick.

"I like that you don't shave." Those were the first words spoken when we got to my apartment. Propped up on one arm, he ran his fingers through the soft fur protecting my mons as he looked down on me with blazing blue eyes. Lost in the moment, I teased his semi-flaccid cock with my hand, urging it back to life.

Paul, that's what I decided his name was, had done things to me I'd never imagined. Kissing, touching, fondling, caressing; he even sucked on my toes. Sure, he fucked me hard and fast as soon as we got naked and fell into my bed. Then he kissed his way down my neck and across my body, slowly over my abdomen, and buried his kisses in my crotch. It was so much better than getting fucked. Even my pink banana couldn't compare to what his lips and tongue did to my sex.

The second time he took me was slow and passionate. He knew all the spots inside me and just how to hit them. He coaxed me from one position to the next, even having me ride him, bouncing up and down on his cock while he played with my tits. I liked that one. My god, his wife had to be crazy to divorce him.

"I'm probably young enough as it is. No need to make it look worse." I used my free hand to pull his lips to mine. "I never thought my first time would be like this."

"Your first..." He looked concerned. "I thought..."

"It's OK." I pressed my fingers to his lips. "It's not like you probably think." I took a deep breath. "There's this place called Transitions."

"Ah. I know that place. So..."

"Yeah. This is temporary. In a few days, I'll change back, and then, if I want to, I can be a virgin all over again."

"So..."

"So, we should probably take advantage of the situation. Those patches make me hornier than a rabbit in heat."

Debauchery at its finest, he guided me through the finer points of blow jobs, twice. He sodomized me, and then did it again with the pink banana filling my pussy while I practiced deep throating my dildo. That was epic.

When we finally collapsed from exhaustion, I glanced at my alarm. It was after midnight. I should have changed back hours ago. Too tired to worry about it, but too afraid of waking up next to Paul as Ash, I scurried to the bathroom, cleaned myself up a bit, and applied another patch.

"You should know, they have male enhancement programs, too. I got a prescription when I kicked my wife out." He dragged a single finger across my ass as he moved behind me to get to the toilet.

"Did she cheat on you or something?" I wrung out the washcloth I'd used my myself and handed it to him so he could clean the residue of what we'd done from his cock.

"And or something." The way he said it told me not to go there. Maybe I was helping him as much as he was helping me. All I could think of while I watched him clean himself was him slipping that glorious piece of meat back inside me and making me scream again.

"Sounds like a topic for another day. You're staying, right?"

"I was hoping you'd ask." He pulled me close, buried his lips in mine and carried me back to bed. I didn't have to wait for morning, but got that, too.

By the time Paul, or whoever he was, left, He had convinced me that the Feds should register whatever he was taking as a lethal weapon. If it hadn't been for the nanites working overtime to repair my vagina and my ass, he would have ruined me permanently. The upside was, I absolutely loved sex in all its sordid forms. From all appearances, the patches made sure I was ready for it whenever the opportunity presented itself. Lucky me.

As I watched him drive away, it hit me that the only thing I'd eaten all day was him. As pleasurable as the process had been, a few tablespoons of cum weren't that filling. It was after three, and I was starving. I also needed to put on that last patch.

I had planned to pick up my patch for the weekend on Wednesday. The clinic closed at six, and I still hadn't changed back to Ash. I'd noticed they seemed to last longer than the twelve hours noted on the package. Maybe that's what those strange terms I didn't bother to read about meant. When I woke up Thursday morning as Ash, I figured everything was going to be fine. My body felt a little off, but I had been a girl for the last four days. I figured it was a gender hangover or something. Nothing to worry about.

The clinic opened at eight. I was there waiting, and with my preapproval, went straight to the pharmacy to pick up my patch. Glancing at the form they gave me, I noticed there was a ninety-six-hour option just below the seventy-two I had planned on. I loved being Rene. With what Paul had taught me, and with two guys vying for my attention; well, maybe, just maybe... I checked the box next to the 96 and went to the bathroom to apply the patch right there. I'd be Ash again just in time to go to my first class on Monday morning.

I was Rene again before I left the parking lot. That took a lot less than the hour I'd expected, and the change wasn't uncomfortable at all. It was almost like parts of me had never changed back to Ash.

I packed my bag for the weekend yesterday, so with time to spare, I stopped at a small café down the street from the clinic and ordered an omelet.

"So, all ready for your big weekend, I see." It was Lexi from the adult toy store. "Not too bad being a girl, is it?" There was something in the way she grinned that told me she knew everything I'd done. Of course, there was no way, but still. It made me a little nervous.

"Yeah. The practice run was fun, and that pink banana, so my new best friend." I smiled and blushed.

"Just wait until you try the real thing. With the right person, it is so much better." The look on my face must have said more than I wanted, because the look she gave me spoke volumes. "Tell. Me. Everything." She sat down opposite me with a massive grin on her face. So, I did.

We talked and chatted about all of it. I told her how the clinic messed up and gave me seven patches instead of just one, and how I'd used all of them. She got details on what Paul had taught me and seemed pleased that he wasn't afraid to go down on a woman.

"Call me when you get back from the beach, and I'll show you what it can really be like with someone that knows what they're doing." It was her turn to smile and blush.

"Lexi, are you hitting on me?" I joined her.

"Absolutely." She giggled. I got wet. She probably did, too.

We ended up back at the clinic, where I bought sunscreen, shampoo, and body lotion. A girl needs to take care of herself, after all.

From there, she took me to a Sephora boutique where she treated me to a makeover and a free beginners lesson on the basics. Mascara, lipstick, the right eyeshadow; damn, I was stunning. Evan and Derrick were going to be putty in my hands.

Evan was waiting outside my apartment when I got there. The look on his face was priceless.

"I went to get the patch and thought some makeup might be a good idea. We're not running late, are we?"

"Um, no. I'm early, in fact. I thought I was going to have to talk you into doing this all over again. So, the dry run went better than you thought."

"You could say that." I didn't think I needed to explain just how well it had gone just yet. "Let me put this stuff in my suitcase and we can go whenever you're ready." I smiled and got up on my toes to kiss his cheek, leaving a bright pink mark as evidence.

The silence for the first hour and a half was oppressive. Evan kept throwing side glances at me, and I didn't have a clue what to tell him. I knew the difference between the me he saw when he left and the me sitting next to him is the car was titanic. I just hoped the truth, when it came out, didn't sink our friendship like that iceberg did the ship.

"I ran into Derrick at Halftime. He's totally into me. This is going to work." A little truth had to be better than the claustrophobic silence. Besides, I didn't see any reason Evan ever needed to know about Paul. Sure, part of what had me so distracted was the thought of doing so many of the things Paul had taught me with Evan, but what would that do to our friendship?

"What happened? He didn't try anything did he?"

"No. I went in for a burger and the place was packed. Some soccer game or something. His whole crew was there. They had an extra chair, so I joined them while I ate. The funny thing is, he told me he actually likes you. It's Ash that freaks him out. He's still hung up on asking me to go steady in the fourth grade. I think he might have some proclivities he doesn't know what to do with, but that's just me." I laughed.

"Derrick, gay. How perfect would that be?"

"Or extremely homophobic. I mean, it's been fifteen years."

We spent the next hour making fun of Derrick and laughing at the preposterous situations we imagined him in to exacerbate his angst at being around Ash. I knew the truth. Derrick had made his interest in me more than obvious. I could feel his arousal, almost smell it in the air when he was close to me. No, Derrick wasn't gay, and he wanted me in all the worst, or maybe best, ways.

Evan and I still made fun of him, anyway. The worst part of this whole thing was I felt the same energy, sensed the same feelings, caught whiffs of that same aroma radiating from Evan. I couldn't help but wonder if, as hyper sexed as these damned patches had made me, they were sensing the same things.

We gave Derrick a break when we stopped for gas and to use the bathroom, but that meant we needed something else to talk about. I had barely fastened my seatbelt when Evan blurted out, "You did it, didn't you? Touched yourself." The elephant in the room was no longer sacred.

"Evan!!! What?"

"Look, I'm sorry, but I'm dying here. You haven't told me anything about what it's like, what you're going through, how it feels."

"Well," I giggled. "That, in particular, feels pretty amazing. The rest just feels normal, I guess. I think the patches changed my brain, too. I have to wonder what it's going to be like when I change back."

"But you already know that, right?"

"Yeah, I guess I do." I heard it in my voice and Evan knew me well enough to hear it, too.

"Ash, what are you not telling me?" Fuck. Lying to him would be the worst thing I could do.

"They, um, messed up with the patches. They didn't just give me one. I got seven. So, I've kind of been Rene all week, with just a couple of breaks. I kinda really like it. It just feels right."

"And, so... You..." He looked at me and raised an eyebrow, giving me the most devilish smirk. I knew exactly what he was asking.

"A lot." I could feel my neck and cheeks turning crimson. "I even bought some toys. And No. You can't watch." The fact I probably would very much like him to help didn't feel like the right thing to say. Paul flashed through my head as I wiggled in my seat and rubbed my thighs together.

I'd first come to the beach house with Evan probably ten or eleven years ago when his dad bought it. It had been a family thing for them, and I got to come along, so Evan had someone to play with. Over the years, friends of theirs, parents of kids we went to school with, bought the two houses on the left. Derrick's parents bought the third.

In high school, spring break was here, and 'the party' had become a tradition. Now that all the kids were in college, we even got to come down by ourselves. Evan's parents even allowed limited drinking as long as it didn't get out of control. If we didn't behave, our unsupervised trips would vanish.

I couldn't help but wonder what Evan's parents would think if they knew he was bringing a girl with him this year, even if it was me.

It was always the same. We unpacked our stuff into our rooms and then spent a few hours getting stuff ready for the weekend. The hot tub needed some attention, and the deck furniture needed to be put out. Fresh linens on the beds, stuff like that.

Once I finished making my bed and straightening my room, I slipped into my skimpiest bikini. I found Evan in the kitchen making a grocery list.

"Take a girl to the pier for a burger. We can go grocery shopping in the morning." I looped my arm in his and batted my eyes as he looked down at me.

"I can't believe how much you're into this." Evan shook his head as we walked down the beach.

"What can I say? The patches change more than just my body. I mean, it's genetic stuff, too. Right?"

"I guess." His hand brushed mine and, as if on instinct, our fingers interlocked. We were holding hands. "You even smell like a girl."

I was too busy smiling to reply that his own pheromones were driving me crazy, filling my senses like curry in an Indian restaurant.

The pier was about a mile down the beach and made for an enjoyable afternoon walk. There were a few restaurants, a small midway, and a Ferris wheel. Maybe I could talk him into winning me some kind of cheesy stuffed animal, or something. It was a turtle. I named it Ash. We kissed at the top of the Ferris wheel and took silly pictures in the photo booth. This was absolutely a date, and neither of us wanted it to be anything different.

Well, I wanted him to push me up against a wall and fuck me senseless. Whatever these patches were doing to me was a lot more than just physical, and it was getting worse.

The sun had gone down hours ago by the time we headed back to the house. Walking just in the surf, hand in hand, neither of us saying anything. The tension in the air made it hard to breathe.

"That was nice." Evan looked as conflicted as I felt. He slipped his hand from mine, gave me a weak smile, and headed to his room, closing the door.

What the Fuck?!?! No goodnight kiss, nothing.

I stormed to my room and was pretty sure I slammed the door behind me.

Fuming, I brushed my teeth, changed into my nightgown, and started digging for the pink banana in my suitcase. I had no sooner flopped back on my bed and spread my legs when I realized Evan was feeling the same things I was feeling, just probably not as intensely. He hadn't been hopped up on super hormones all week like I had.

As quietly as I could, I made my way to his room and eased the door open. Sure enough, there he was, naked, sprawled on his bed, his right hand moving slowly up and down his cock. From the smile on his face, I knew it was a good fantasy, and all indications suggested it was about me.

"Let me." I sat on the edge of his bed and placed my hand over his.

"I don't want this to get weird." There was that confusion, that look that told me he wanted what I wanted. He just wasn't sure what it would mean.

"Evan, this got weird the moment you started talking to me about using those stupid patches, but here we are. I want this, too."

"You're sure?"

"No." I lied and started stroking. Smiling at him, I licked my lips and leaned down to kiss the tip of his cock.

"Oh, Fuck!" he moaned. I felt him tense. What the hell? I took him in my mouth and let his seed coat my tongue.

I was committed now, and he was in no shape to resist, so I kept going, sucking, teasing, licking, doing all the things I'd done for Paul, or whatever his name was. When Evan got hard again, I sat up, slipped my nightgown off, and climbed on top of him.

"Rene, Ash, are you sure about this?"

Grabbing his cock and positioning it at my opening, I smiled down at him. "Grab my tits and shut up." The look on his face when I took him all the way inside me was priceless.

Paul had taught me the value of experience. Evan showed what he could do with youthful enthusiasm. He loved my tits, and the aggressive way he fucked me was incredible. He flipped me on my back and took control, kissing me hard as he pounded me again and again. It was so good. My god, I was going to explode.

"I want you from behind." He slowly pulled out and sat back on his heels, watching as I positioned myself on all fours. There was no mercy when he slammed his cock back inside me, fucking me even harder. When he slapped my ass, my arms gave out. He spanked me again, and I let out a loud moan.

All I could do was whimper as wave after wave of pleasure mixed with intense points of pain, driving me through one incredible orgasm into the next. When Evan finally came inside me, I was nothing but a quivering puddle of emotions I didn't understand.

I had known Evan forever, and I'd never seen this kind of physicality. He was a meek, kind soul that would never hurt anyone, and yet, he'd ravaged me completely, he'd spanked my ass, he'd made me com harder than I'd ever cum before. Granted, the list was short, but my pink banana and Paul, or whatever his name was, had given me some epic orgasms.

"You, OK?" Evan cuddled behind me, kissing the side of my head and pulling sweaty strands of hair from my face.

"Uh, huh." I rolled onto my back, smiling. "Where did that come from? I thought you were a virgin."

"I was. Just a lot of pent-up frustration, I guess." He leaned down and kissed me. "In a weird sort of way, I'm glad it was with you. So, not too weird? Is this going to be a problem next week?"

"We'll deal with next week, next week. Right now, I just want to lie here with you and relax. Maybe after you recover, we can do it again."

"You sure about that? That was pretty intense."

"The lady at the clinic told me that the patches fix things. They expect people to get a little wild and I guess don't want them to hurt themselves." I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair. "So spanking... Where did that come from?"

"It's your fault for wearing that thong bikini. I've been imagining things I could do to your ass all day." He leaned down and kissed me.

"Oh, really? And what else is on your list?" I thought of a few things I'd like to be there. Images of Paul using all three of my holes came rushing back.

"For now, I'm perfectly fine right where I am." Evan laid down next to me and pulled me into his arms. "Why don't we get some sleep, and we can pick this back up tomorrow?"

"Make love to me one more time, and you've got a deal." I rolled onto my back and spread my legs. Evan didn't disappoint.

What did surprise me was waking up alone in his bed. We'd made a deal after all. The funny thing was, I didn't miss waking up in Evan's arms. It wasn't the cuddling, or the closeness. It was the sex. I just wanted him to fuck me again. It felt like the longer I had worn these damned patches, the hornier I got.

Mother nature mandated a quick trip to the bathroom, after which I went to my room and used the pink banana to take the edge off - twice. Ok, maybe three times. If I masturbated this much as a guy, my dick would probably fall off.

All the note on the kitchen counter said was, "Supply Run," but it had a heart next to it, so I cut Evan some slack.

"Beach. Come find me." I put a heart next to my response and went to get my stuff together to go lay out and try not to get too sunburned. I'd been here too many times to count, but this would be the first time in a bikini as skimpy as the ones I'd brought. Maybe the nanites keeping me female would help with that, too. I guessed I'd find out.

The pop-up cabana was a hassle, but it would give me some shade when I wanted and would serve as a landmark for Evan to find when he got back. I'd set my blanket out on the sand in front of it to lay out on, and my ice chest and chair inside. My bag with my stuff; a book, my sunglasses and sunscreen, and other sundries, would go next to my chair.

All I had to do was get it all set up by myself.

"Rene, right? Looks like you could use a hand, or is Evan on his way?" Derrick pulled his Ray-bans down his nose and smiled at me. No shirt, just a touch of sweat glistening in the hair on his chest. I could feel my heart beating faster. The slight bulge in his board shorts didn't help. Damn those patches. I was getting wet again.

"Um, thanks. Yeah, a little help would be nice. Evan ran into town for some stuff."

With the two of us, the cabana was quick work. In no time, we had everything set up. Without thinking, I reached into my bag, grabbed my sunscreen, turned to Derrick and just said it; "Can you do me?"

The look on his face was priceless. I knew exactly where he went. To be honest, I kind of went there, too. Our eyes locked and neither of us said a word for what felt like an eternity.

"My back. The lotion. On my back." I knew my face was beet red. My voice was barely a whisper. I handed him the bottle, pulled my ponytail out of the way, and turned around. When his cool hands touched my shoulders, I trembled. I knew he felt it. I could tell.

The way he was touching me changed. He stopped rubbing lotion on my back and started massaging me. Pushing his thumbs into my traps, working his way slowly down my spine, stopping only to get a little more lotion, my trembles turned into shudders. He slipped his hands around my waist and slathered my sides, tickling me just a bit before he slipped his fingers under the band of my bikini bottoms.

"I can." He leaned into me, pressing his engorged cock into my back. "Do you, that is; and I think you'd like it." Without waiting for a response, he undid the ties at my hips. I parted my legs just a little and let my bottoms fall to the ground. Whimpering, I got to my knees and fell forward onto all fours, arching my back and letting him take me.

What was I doing? What was Evan going to think? I couldn't say no. My god, he felt amazing inside me. Hands on my hips, Derrick pounded me mercilessly. I felt him cum inside me twice, but couldn't complain, because I had done the same. What was wrong with me? I loved it; every moment of it. From his first touch to my second orgasm, it had been incredible.

"My uncle told me you were a slut." He whispered in my ear as I collapsed under him. "There's a party at my house tonight. Evan knows where." When he slipped a finger in my ass, I knew exactly what he had in mind. My body trembled again. Fuck, I was hopeless. I wanted him to.

Evan found me sitting in the sun, staring out over the waves, pretending to read a book. My mind was so full of everything that had happened since I put that first patch on, I didn't even hear him say hi.

"Earth to Rene. Yo, Ash, where are you?"

"Oh, hey. Sorry. This week is just catching up with me. It's just a lot, and I never stopped to think about the ramifications."

"Like what?" He plopped down next to me and handed me a sub sandwich.

"Like what we did last night and how badly I want to do it again. I only thought I thought about sex a lot as a guy."

"Nympho girlfriend doesn't sound like a bad thing to me. I mean, I almost woke you up this morning, but you were too beautiful sleeping like that."

"But what happens after? What happens Monday when I change back, and we've been fucking like rabbits all weekend? What if I can't control myself and end up fucking Derrick or somebody else? Evan, I'm worried."

"Look. Don't be. It'll be alright. It's just one weekend, and well, if you fuck Derrick and he finds out it was really Ash as a girl... That's kind of what we were after, right? Humiliation."

"Yeah, but for who?" I took a massive bite out of my sandwich and just stared out at the ocean. Did Evan really just give me permission to fuck Derrick (again)? Neither of us said a word. I sat and watched as Evan went and swam in the surf for a while.

"I thought you'd come join me." He grabbed a towel and sat back down next to me. "This is really bothering you, isn't it?"

"You have no idea." I shook my head. "I'm obsessing big time. All I thought about while you were out there was how badly I wanted you to fuck me when you got back."

"You mean here, on the beach? What if somebody sees us?"

"Then they'd get a free show." I got up and went back into the cabana, dropped my bikini bottoms, laid down and spread my legs. "We made a deal, remember?"

I guess Derrick's uncle was right, whoever that was. I was a slut. Fuck me, Paul, it had to be. Who else?

I collapsed onto my back and let my mind get lost in the ecstasy of Evan having his way with me. Nympho might have been too kind.

"You still want to fuck Derrick?" Evan collapsed next to me. He'd added his two loads to the ones Derrick had left earlier. I was numb from the sensory overload of what he'd done to me.

"Maybe. There's a party at his house tonight, by the way. He came by while I was setting up the cabana. We're invited. I could do you both." His eyes got big.

I laughed and winked.

"You're incorrigible." He laughed with me, then let out a massive moan as I got on my knees and sucked his cock clean. The idea of Evan and Derrick doing the things Paul had done filled my head.

Climbing on top of Evan and taking him back inside me, I let the consequences of Paul being Derrick's uncle slide right by without notice. Evan was fondling my tits and pinching my nipples while I chased yet another orgasm. I had more important things to worry about right then than silly things like consequences.

We were out in the water when the cops showed up, looking around the cabana for a sign of who or where we were. When they waved at us, we waved back, deciding it might be a good idea to stay where we were. What were they going to do, come get us? Someone must have seen us after all.

"Come on." Evan nudged me and started swimming down the beach, away from the house, toward a group of people about our age. They were setting up volleyball and corn hole and stuff like that. Awnings were being set up, and towels and blankets set out on the sand. We knew most of them. Their parents knew our parents. It was the same group we hung out with every year at the beach.

It's weird getting introduced to people you've known for years all over again. Of course, they treated me a lot differently than they ever had Ash. With me being with him, they treated Evan differently, too.

As we played in the sun and drank someone's beer, I kept thinking about the same two things; being popular is a lot more fun than being a nerdy outsider, and was Ash really that much of a dork?

"Hey, you guys made it." Derrick sidled up to Evan and me, nudging Evan with his shoulder and winking at me. I clenched my ass when he smiled. An image of Paul's face from when he'd slid His cock into my ass the first time filled my head.

"I need another drink. You guys want anything?"

Derrick didn't say a word. He just raised his eyebrow, cocked his head to the side, and smiled.

"I'm good." Evan was clueless.

I took my time and found a bathroom before stopping at the keg and heading back, even letting someone drag me into a game of corn hole, before I went to find Evan again.

"We should probably go check on our stuff." I made a point of taking Evan's hand and kissing his cheek when I finally got back.

"You, OK? You had a full beer when you ran off, and Derrick is way into you." Evan asked when we got about halfway back to our cabana. Maybe he wasn't as clueless as I thought.

"Maybe this thing with Derrick isn't as good an idea as we thought. What happens to my reputation when we tell him the truth? I mean, he wants to have sex with me, and I don't think I can tell him no. I don't think I can tell anybody no. These damned patches have me so horny, I can't stand it."

"We could skip the party. Maybe go into town for dinner and a movie or something." He squeezed my hand.

"I don't know. Part of me is terrified. Another part wants it to happen. I was fantasizing about being with both of you while I was in the bathroom. Evan, I don't want people to think I'm a slut, but all I seem to think about is having sex."

"The sex on the beach was fun." He pulled me around to face him with this big stupid grin on his face.

"Yeah, and it almost got us arrested."

"Worth it. Sorry, Rene, but you are an incredible fuck." He pulled me into a kiss.

"Not helping." I smiled and slipped my hand to his crotch, grabbing his erection and squeezing. "Not helping at all." I was so confused, horny and confused. I could do something about one of those things.

All our stuff was right where we'd left it. There was also a very nice note from the local police about excessive public displays of affection and the consequences of any more reports being made. I folded the notice and put it in my bag as a memento and started packing everything up.

We were both gross from our day on the beach. I didn't give Evan a choice, dragging him straight to the master bath, yanking his suit to his ankles and turning the shower on. Dropping my suit next to his, I smiled and stepped into the shower.

"I've always fantasized about sex in the shower. Why don't you come show me what it's like?"

Enthusiasm had never been one of his problems. We used the excuse of washing the sand and sweat from each other to kiss and fondle our way around each other's body. He made me come with his fingers and then picked me up and pinned me against the wall of the shower, fucking me long and hard. When he came and didn't get soft, I bit my lip and took a deep breath. When he came inside me the second time, I unwrapped my legs from around his waist and fell to my knees, taking him in my mouth, sucking the residue of our sex from his cock.

"Evan?" I gave him a pensive grin as his third orgasm slid down my throat.

"Derrick gave me this pill."

Again, bent over the table in the kitchen, and once more on the deck by the hot tub. He finally took a break after I slathered his cock with lube and let him fuck me in the ass in the hot tub while we watched the sunset.

Maybe being a slut wouldn't be such a bad thing. Damn Transitions was ruining my life.

"So, tell me about this pill." I snuggled next to Evan as we looked out at the stars over the waves.

"Derrick said it would last for about twenty-for hours, that I'd last longer, and have stronger orgasms, that you'd like it, too."

Derrick wasn't wrong. This was just like it had been with Paul. Fucking Paul. Fucking - Paul. Fucking. Paul. Derick knew everything.

I looked down the beach toward Derrick's house. They had built a massive bonfire. The sounds of music drifted on the sea breeze. Looking up at Evan, I sighed heavily. Shit, I was still horny.

"They made a bonfire."

"Are you sure?" He ran his fingers down my cheek.

"Derrick knows. He knows everything." I nodded.

"How?"

I told him everything. Taking some older guy I'd never met before back to my apartment and letting him fuck me silly, Derrick earlier today, "Evan, I'm already a slut, and they know it. You do, too."

"So, you..." He didn't need to finish the question.

I grimaced and nodded. "I don't understand why, and honestly, I don't think I care anymore. You, Derrick, his uncle, I just want to have as much sex as I can. The nanites repair my system all the time, so I know I'll be ok. I'll deal with the fallout Monday when I change back."

"This isn't what we planned. Ash, I'm sorry. I never thought..." I pressed my fingers to his lips.

"No apologies. I'm the one that said yes, that got the patches. I'm the one that put them on. None of this has gone as we planned since day one. I never thought I'd be in this situation either, but I am. I am and I like it. Fuck, I love it. So yeah, I want to go back down there and let you and Derrick and maybe even his uncle fuck every hole I have until none of us can move. I want cum dripping out of my pussy and out of my ass. I want to swallow so much cum, my stomach gets distended. Monday, when I turn back to Ash, if you can look at me with anything but disgust, it will be a bonus. Hell, maybe Ash will be as big a slut as I am and you can fuck his ass, too. I don't know what's going to happen. I just know I want this. Evan, I need this."

"Ash, that's... that's..."

"Call me Rene, and how many times have you fucked me today? Evan, I'm still so horny, I can't stand it. Like I said, I need this. I need you guys to fucking wear me out; literally."

"You came back. I was beginning to wonder." Derrick must have been watching for us. He met us before we got to the bonfire.

I walked straight up to him, slipped my arms around his neck, and kissed him as passionately as I could. "You know, don't you? All of it. Your uncle, the one that said I was a slut, he was the guy I met outside Halftime the other day, wasn't he?"

"Yeah. He called me wanting to know how to get ahold of you. When he told me what you said, I put two and two together. Connor Rene Ashford, fucking Ash, a girl. It suddenly made sense. I'm sorry Evan, I like you. I really do, but a girl like Rene - and you. It just didn't add up."

"Don't be too hasty, Derrick. Evan is very talented, maybe more talented than you."

"So, if you know I know, and you're here, and you kissed me like that; what's the game?"

"It was to come clean next week and embarrass you by letting people know you'd fucked a guy, even if you thought he was a girl. Then, well, the wheels sort of came off. My reaction to those damned patches is off the charts. You remember what happened this morning when we set up the cabana, how easy it was... I was." I bit my lip.

"Oh..." it dawned on him what I was offering. He looked at me, then at Evan, and let out a pensive sigh.

I had already soaked through my panties. "Is your uncle here?"

"Next door. He's probably on the balcony drinking and watching to make sure we don't burn the place down."

"I think we should go talk to him, please."

"Oh, fuck..." Derrick's jaw dropped, and his eyes got as big as dinner plates. I nodded. He shook his head and laughed incredulously. "Um, yeah. Come on, then."

"Uncle Ben." Derrick called his name as we made our way up the steps. I recognized him as soon as I saw him.

"Is there a problem?" He turned and froze as soon as he saw me.

"You remember Rene, from Halftime?"

"I do." The tension was palpable. "Um, what's up?" He looked from Derrick to me, then to Evan.

"This is our friend, Evan. We've all known each other for a long time and, well... Maybe Rene should explain."

"I think I used too many patches, or something. I'm going crazy."

"How many exactly?"

"Seven twelve-hour, then a ninety-six." I fidgeted from one foot to the other. "In six days."

"Holy fuck. So, you're like OD'ing on sex hormones?"

The best answer I could think of was to pull my dress over my head, my panties down my legs, and go lay on the edge of the hot tub with my legs spread. "You're all on the male enhancement pills, right?"

It was epic. Bacchanalian debauchery at its finest. The three of them used me again and again, while I moaned and writhed in pleasure, one orgasm after another crashing through me. All three of them at the same time, switching positions, taking turns exploding in one hole, then another. Evan and Derrick managed a double penetration in my ass while I sucked Ben off. I think Ben even gave me a urine enema. I know Derrick peed in my mouth because, well; he asked, and I said yes. Multiple bukkake, more double penetrations. All three of them tried to get into my pussy at the same time. It didn't work, but it was fun to try.

I had to admit, Transitions Tech was good stuff. All three guys were as unstoppable as I was insatiable. It wasn't sex drive that failed us; it was physical exhaustion. They finally wore me out. It was Paul; I mean Ben, that carried me to the bathtub and laid me gently in the warm scented water, bathing me like a small child.

"Thank you. I felt like I was going to explode." I smiled up at him as he washed the cum out of my hair.

"I'm pretty sure what you experienced was just like an overdose. Didn't you read the warnings on the patches? It should have told you how to use them."

"I was only supposed to get one. They messed up my prescription and gave me seven. I didn't really pay attention."

"It should wear off. I think you'll be fine." He kissed me on the head and left me there to soak. I could feel the nanites doing their thing. If the pattern held true, I might be ready for a round two in an hour or so. I hoped the guys were up for it.

Derrick had to go back to his party, but Evan and I spent all day on Saturday with Ben. He was right. My sex drive slowly diminished, but I was still horny as fuck, and they took full advantage of it.

It amazed me they could absolutely abuse me in so many ways, and about an hour later, I'd heal completely. When Evan and I headed home Sunday afternoon, there was no way to know how many times one of them had cum inside me. It had been glorious. I loved every minute and couldn't help but wonder if my opinion of taking it up the ass would change when I changed back Monday morning.

It turned out to be a moot question. When I woke up Monday, I was still Rene. I was concerned, but Evan made love to me, and I decided it was ok. Maybe tomorrow. No, Wednesday. Maybe Thursday. Friday, I was at the clinic when it opened.

Residual latency means that while I changed back to Ash after 12 hours, the nanites stayed in my system for another ten to twelve hours. Aggregate amplification had to do with the cumulative effect of applying another patch before the old nanites had cleared out of my system. That was why it took longer and longer for me to change back, but it didn't explain why, a full week after I applied the ninety-six-hour patch, I was still a girl.

That's where cyclical acceleration comes into the equation. Being raised a boy, I never got to go to that class at school on becoming a woman, the one that explained the physical changes girls go through in puberty. I never had the female menstrual cycle explained to me, and why would my mom bother to tell me that?

Details. Little things. Things like sperm being viable for five days in the uterus, a woman ovulating possibly as soon as ten days after her period ends. With Transitions, the clock starts when you apply the patch. But it's only twelve hours, so there's no chance, right? Unless, yeah, unless...

According to the nurse, I wasn't changing back to Ash. Not for at least nine months, anyway. Possibly never. Wonderful.

---

"Push, Rene, push." My nurse was urging me. I looked over at Evan and Derrick and smiled. When Ben's daughter April came into the room, I knew it was going to be OK. She and I got to know each other very well over the past few months. It's weird to have a stepdaughter older than you, but that's what it is.

"Am I too late?" Ben (Yeah, there were paternity tests) came rushing in, right to my side. Taking my hand, I could see the emotion on his face.

"Just in time. Do you want to catch your son?" the doctor asked with a sense of urgency. Ben looked at me. I nodded.

My god, it hurt, but I pushed and felt him slide out. He cried, and I cried.

"He's perfect." I could hear the tears in Ben's voice.

The nurse took him to clean him up and laid him on my chest. "April, come see your brother." I held him close and reached out with my hand. Fuck, she was crying, too.

"Have you decided on a name?" The nurse interrupted. "I'll need it for the birth certificate."

"Ben. Benjamin after his father. Benjamin Paul Masters." It was an inside joke that only Ben and I knew, but it was too perfect to not use.

Evan was still my best friend, and Derrick, fucking Derrick, was now my nephew. Amber and I had just clicked. She seemed to take great joy in the fact that her stepmother was younger than her ex-boyfriend, the guy her mom had run off with. It pissed her mom off royally when I asked April to be my maid of honor, which probably helped. It also helped with April that we were about the same size, and I didn't mind her raiding my closet.

"Aunt Rene. I'm still not used to that. Nice job, by the way. He's beautiful." Derrick smirked as he and Evan made their way to my side.

"Thanks, and how do you think I feel?" We both laughed.

"Some prank, huh?" He laughed. "I still can't believe you guys went that far to get back at me. Was it worth it?"

Evan just shrugged. I looked down at Little Ben, suckling at my breast. "Absolutely."

***

Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed yourself. There are more stories out there about Transitions and how people will use it, but no promises. Please leave me that comment. They make me a better writer and tell me you care about my stories.