Schrödinger's Girl, Ch. 06

Amidst the hubbub of the conference reception's cocktail hour, my world shrank to the table where two pretty girls in cocktail dresses smiled indulgently at me.

I looked at my drink, and fidgeted with the wedding ring on my middle finger.

When I looked up, I found Reese leaning toward me, a warm smile on her face. "Hi, Noelle" she said, like she meant it.

Part of me was waiting for something like "Or should I say 'Noel'?" but Reese just kept smiling.

I smiled in return, and slid my hands, palms up, toward Reese and Shonda. One or two passers-by raised an eyebrow at three attractive women holding hands and smiling at each other.

The rest of the evening passed enjoyably, though it was strange to be Noel in Reese's memory while standing before her as Noelle.

I learned that Reese and Shonda were both interns at a local ballet company, and were moonlighting as event staff.

Reese reminisced about her time as a tech recruiting intern, a job she'd taken on as a lark after an ACL tear forced her to consider a life beyond dance.

I admitted I hadn't recognized Reese at first without her long, brown hair. "Also, I never saw you glammed up like this," I said, indicating her purplish cocktail dress.

Reese giggled. "I could say the same about you, Noelle! But yeah, I dressed like a potato to keep a low profile."

Reese waggled her eyebrows at Shonda and gave a "I'll tell you later" flick of her fingers.

Reese and Shonda soon called it a night, citing an early-morning ballet class, but insisted on seeing me to my room.

After carefully removing my makeup and taking a shower, I had a video call with Liz.

"So how was your first day?" she asked.

"Less interesting than some, more interesting than most," I replied.

While dressing up in boy mode the next morning, I looked longingly at the two little black dresses hanging in my closet, wondering if I'd get the chance to wear one of them again during my stay.

Breakfast was uneventful--no strangers making suggestive noises at me, no paranoia on my part about being recognized from my midnight escapade.

Reese, in event-staff black polo and slacks, was checking badges at the session I was attending. She smiled as she looked me over in my button-down shirt, denims, and ponytail, and said softly, "Once you've seen Noelle, it's hard to unsee her."

I mulled this over during the first session and the next, lending the speakers only half an ear while another part of my brain took notes. Reflecting on a certain cat, I wondered--was I now Noel/not-Noel? Noelle/not-Noelle?

Lunch with Reese and Shonda was at the bistro in the hotel's atrium, since event staff ate there at a discount.

I approached the girls, who stood waiting outside the bistro, clad identically in black, and asked, "Excuse me, do you two belong to the Ballerina Brigade?"

They laughed and struck ballet poses.

Shonda eyed me in boy mode with interest. She raised her eyebrows at Reese, who said, "Right?"

"Hi Noel," said Shonda.

"Hey Noelle," said Reese.

"Noel is considered a gender-neutral name, you know," I said, stepping between them and offering each an arm.

Lunch was salads all around. Shonda picked at hers, while Reese made hers disappear, then eyed her partner's with interest.

During a lull in our conversation, Shonda asked, "Do you often use Noelle's voice in boy mode?" She hastened to add, "It actually took me a while to even notice."

Momentarily nonplussed, I finally managed to say, "Noelle..."

Reese suddenly waved, and called, "Nick!"

Nick had been a senior tech recruiter at my company. We'd gotten along well whenever Amanda and I ran into him at lunch, before he left for a higher position.

Reese stood and exchanged a quick hug with Nick, who was much as I remembered him--tall, affable, and sandy-haired, with something of a surfer vibe and clad in his signature leather motorcycle jacket.

"My partner, Shonda," said Reese, making introductions. "And you remember Noel."

"Of course," said Nick, gripping my hand warmly. "Good to see you, Noel. I miss hanging with you at lunchtime."

"Likewise," I said, returning his smile. "Being your own man seems to suit you."

Nick chuckled. "It does, I quite agree!"

It didn't take much urging from Reese for Nick to join us for dessert and coffee.

Afterward, I promised Nick to catch up with him at one of the evening tech mixers, then I went off to my afternoon tech sessions, which were uneventful, if somewhat soporific.

I prudently chose to attend the tech mixer in boy mode; besides, Nick had no idea about Noelle.

We ended up standing alone at a small table as the mixer swirled around us. Nick and I had always had good chemistry. For one thing, we could chat about motorcycles to no end.

Nick was especially fond of vintage motorcycles; his latest project was restoring a Harley V-Rod. He'd recently gotten his V-Rod into running condition, and his enthusiasm was infectious; I enjoyed seeing his handsome features so animated.

To my horror, I heard myself say, "Maybe you could ride me sometime!" Time seemed to stop. After too long an awkward pause, I stammered, "I mean, maybe we could go for a ride sometime."

Nick smiled down at me, chuckled deep within his chest, then grinned and leaned toward me across the table. "I could see myself enjoying either one."

I blinked, and felt myself blush as I stared at him in astonishment.

Nick said softly, "You know, for most of our conversation, I'd forgotten that you weren't a girl? Your voice, your movements--your face..."

I stopped breathing as something that felt suspiciously like joy filled me. I somehow tore my gaze away from his, and looked around at the good, the great, and the geeky who were socializing around us.

I feigned calm as I looked at Nick and smiled. "Do you know someplace less... nerdy where we could continue this conversation?"

Nick's smile broadened. "I know just the place."

My heart did a slow flip-flop in my chest. "Great! Give me half an hour, and pick me up out front."

I started shedding my boy clothes almost before my door closed. After washing up, I applied my makeup the way that Maya had taught me, forcing myself to be calm and precise, then freed my hair from its ponytail and brushed until my shoulder-length bob was sleek and gleaming.

Once I was tucked and taped into my black lace boy shorts and bralette, I opened my closet and slipped my hot, sexy little black dress from its hanger.

I held it in front of me as I looked at my reflection. "You're really doing this, aren't you?" I asked the pretty, made-up girl there.

I carefully wriggled into its pleated sleekness, put on my slingbacks and stepped in front of the mirror. If anything, the dress looked even hotter than it had in the store; its sleeves really were longer than its hemline.

Black clutch in hand, I strutted slowly down the carpeted corridor toward the elevators, trying to control my breathing.

My previous outing in a little black dress flashed through my mind as I waited for the elevator.

The doors opened to reveal a room service cart with an older lady standing beside it. "Oh, you look lovely, miss!" she said as she waved me into the elevator, making room at the side of the cart.

We exchanged smiles as I held the door. "Enjoy your evening, miss," she said.

"I'm sure I will."

I sidled past a bell cart and smiled at the bellboy, whose lips pursed in appreciation, and sauntered slowly through the lobby; maybe it was my imagination, but a certain hush seemed to trail in my wake.

The cool night air swirled around my bare legs as the front doors whooshed open and I stepped through. I spotted Nick lounging against a maroon Miata. He straightened abruptly and his gaze snapped in my direction when he saw me.

Nick beamed as I stalked toward him like I was walking a runway. "My, you clean up beautifully," he said.

I came to a stop in front of him and stood demurely. "Thanks. I'm glad you drove your car; wearing this outfit on the back of a bike would be a bit chilly," I said, with a theatrical shimmy.

"Oh, but what a vision you would be," said Nick. "Shall we?"

He shepherded me around to the passenger side and opened the door. I smiled up at him, swiveled, and inserted myself into the Miata ass-first, then swung my legs inside.

Our destination was in the city's financial district, which was quiet at this hour. Nick eased his car into a cramped stall in a subterranean parking garage.

The elevator opened to a cozy bar with slivers of the bay visible through its windows; I saw that the moon was rising above the bridge as we made our way to a windowside two-top.

If anything, my chemistry with Nick was even better as Noelle; we chatted like old friends about his time at my company and what he'd been doing since he left.

During a lull in conversation, Nick eyed me with appreciation as I sat there, perched on a stool in my black minidress, and said, "I think I would have noticed if you were this... hot before. Even at the mixer, I was thinking to myself, 'I could look at this girl all day.'"

I blushed, batted my lashes, and gave him an abbreviated version of my transformation, including my continued experimentation with Premarin. "As you can see," I said, gesturing at my slim feminine form, "my body seems to be highly receptive to estrogen."

Nick smiled and said quietly, "I can see that. I'd like to see more."

I smiled. "That can be arranged." I slid from my stool and stood. "Excuse me, I have to powder my nose."

More than ever, the girl in the restroom mirror looked like a couturier's model with bad intentions--and every intention of acting on them.

In the stall, I yielded to a sudden impulse; I slipped off my lace boy shorts and folded them into my clutch.

After freshening my makeup, I exited the restroom acutely aware that my dress only just covered my bare ass.

Nick finished settling our tab as I strolled up. I pivoted, careful not to let my dress swirl and moon the remaining patrons, and took his proffered arm.

"Where to?" I asked as the elevator doors closed.

"Mine's just five minutes away," he replied.

Soft lights came on as we entered Nick's townhouse, and electronic music pulsed quietly from his impressive AV system. His furniture was minimalist, but the sound system clearly wasn't. I stood in the sweet spot of sound in front of his couch awash with music while Nick poured us a nightcap.

A familiar song began to play. I tossed back my drink and started to dance. My mother loved to dance, and she taught me; I moved with the silken grace I had inherited from her.

Nick sat and watched, transfixed.

I spun with the music, causing my skirt to flare, flashing my bare butt. Nick abruptly sat up on the couch.

I turned my back on Nick, lifted my dress to completely expose myself, and rocked my hips back and forth as I danced.

I yelped as Nick's hands slipped around my hips and traveled up my slender flanks, pulling my dress with it. I put my arms up as he carefully slid my dress over my head. I pulled up my bralette, exposing my budding breasts, and Nick helped me remove that as well.

Nick pulled me against him, his hands sliding up my shoulders as I leaned back against his chest, still moving to the music. I shifted one of his hands to my breast, just to have another person touch them for the first time.

"I'm gonna bite that gorgeous butt of yours, Noelle," he growled.

My cheek lay against the fragrant leather of Nick's couch; I was draped over one of its rounded arms, exposing my ass to his delectations. I cooed and moaned as he indeed nibbled, licked, and caressed my ass and upper thighs.

I gasped as his thumb ran up my perineum and across my rosebud, spreading something slippery as it went. I started panting as Nick's tongue bathed that area, then started invading my hole.

My body was already thrumming when Nick started working his cock into my thoroughly lubed hole. Before long, Nick's passionate thrusts built up a gigantic wave of ecstasy that seemed to crest forever before it crashed and broke, obliterating my consciousness.

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In my dream, the giant sucked on my budding breasts and flicked my aching nipples with his thumbs. When he took both nipples between his fingers and pulled, my breasts swelled alarmingly.

Suddenly, they erupted, spraying milk into the giant's face. He laughed merrily as he squeezed them and milk continued to gush.

I woke to a world bathed in moonlight. The ceiling and the cool sheets beneath me were washed in a silvery glow.

Nick was propped up on one elbow, watching me sleep. My nipples were rock-hard from my dream, and ached to be touched. I smiled at Nick and fondled my breasts suggestively.

Nick gave my budding breasts his full attention, teasing one nipple while gently pulling the other, then switching sides.

Nick's attention to my breasts felt entirely new. The first time, I'd guided his hand there; now, he was exploring them on his own, with a patience and enthusiasm that left me breathless. I found it indescribably erotic; it was as if my nipples were wired directly to my brain's pleasure center.

Nick sucked one breast in his mouth more deeply, and tongued the nipple like he was trying to lick it off the top. I couldn't help but arch my back and moan. He repeated the torture on the other breast as his hands stole beneath me.

Nick slid between my slim thighs, which I spread eagerly, positioned his cock and slowly buried himself in my snug, still-slippery hole. He pushed my arms above my head, kissed me deeply, then stared deeply into my eyes.

"Now that I've seen all of Noelle, I want to see her more often," he said. "Much. More. Often," punctuating each word with a stroke of his cock.

I smiled, delighted. "Ride me, Nick," I purred. "Ride your baby girl."

Soon we were locked together in lust. Nick thrust his tongue into my mouth in time with his pounding cock; I wrestled his tongue with my own, while I impaled myself urgently with each stroke.

We rode each other hard, our cries of ecstasy filling the moonlit night.

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I stood at the sink, brushing my teeth. I leaned against Nick as he brushed his teeth, idly toying with one of my nipples.

The next item on the agenda was plainly to get each other squeaky clean in the shower.

After our lengthy shower, we stood side by side in Nick's kitchen, still half-dressed, waiting for the coffee to brew. I wore my lacy bralette and boy shorts, retrieved from my clutch; Nick wore sleek boxer briefs. We kept eyeing each other and smiling.

Clad once again in my pleated black minidress and slingback heels, I smoothed gloss over my lips and evaluated the result. Since I planned to switch back to boy mode before attending the morning seminars, I wasn't going to bother with full makeup.

On our way out, I looked back at Nick, smiled, and danced my way across the living room. I squealed as he caught me at the door, spun me, and lifted me in the air.

Nick pinned me against the door and kissed me. His hands slid under my dress to cup my ass, then slipped beneath my lace boy shorts to caress me. I wanted nothing more than to have him take me back to bed, and spend the day there being his fuck toy.

"Nick!" I said as we came up for air. "I really need to attend these seminars. They're my justification for this trip."

Nick sighed as he released me. I slid to the floor as slowly as I could to prolong the moment.

I sat in the Miata in my Ray-Bans and little black dress as Nick navigated the morning rush hour, wondering when I could be Noelle with him again.

I swung my legs out of the car, stood, gave Nick a lingering kiss, and hurried into the hotel. The convention crowd streamed toward the lectures and exhibits, barely glancing at the me in my sexy dress and heels as I walked against the flow to the elevators and made my way to my room.

Even the transformation back to boy mode couldn't dampen the glow I felt.

Reese was on duty checking badges as I walked up. She smiled as she considered me in male garb, and said, "Good morning, Noelle! Did you have a good night?"

I smiled, and murmured, "Wonderful. I just got back in."

Reese goggled at me; her hand went to her mouth when realization dawned. "You went home with Nick? But Nick isn't gay!"

I smiled gently, remembering the evening, and answered, "No. No, he most certainly is not."