Strange Saturday!, Part 6 (Platonic Friends to TG’d Couple)

By FoxFaceStories

A Commission for AnubisForever

Luke and Ava are two platonic friends who confess their feelings of unhappiness with their bodies while attending a music festival together. But when they make a wish to be their ‘true selves’, they quickly find out that not only can wishes come true, but they can come true in utterly unexpected ways! Now stuck as Luna and Aidan, the pair must grapple with their changed identities and strange new feelings for one another, all while exploring their newfound existences, and bodies . . .

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Part 6: Adaptation

By the time the first month had passed, I’d actually become far more comfortable in my female body than I ever could have imagined. It was actually kind of disturbing how well I was adapting to my changed life, in fact. With Aidan’s help I had mastered the art of makeup, and even more than that, I had secretly started experimenting with it, even buying a few lipsticks on the side to see what it would look like if my lips were a bit more glossy, or trying out some subtle eyeshadow to give me a sort of smokey quality. I justified this practice by telling myself I was just doing what Aidan had suggested after that first week; attempting to understand the ‘other side’ and what they go through in the hopes that I would raise my relationship game after the fact. But I knew I was kidding myself; I was starting to get a little dopamine rush when I got my makeup just right, or tried a new look that worked well with my hazel eyes and cute freckles. Aidan had taken to complimenting me outright when he noticed, but other times he just smiled, the cheeky bastard.

I no longer needed his help for dressing up as well. I couldn’t remember the last time I put on my bra wrong or let the straps dig in. I still hadn’t worn that particular bra, but I hadn’t returned it either. This was because I was evidently developing a bit of feminine vanity, particularly when it came to displays of my decolletage. Look, I had a pretty good set of hooters, that much couldn’t be denied. Sure, they weren’t big D-cups or anything, but my C-cups were certainly ample enough to fill a palm each, and they had plenty of jiggle and wobble to contend with. To put it simply, sleeping on my stomach as I had done most of my life was now out of the question unless I wanted to be feeling aches in my chest the next day. So they were pretty pert, pretty heavy, pretty sensitive - as I’ll get to in a moment - and pretty pretty. I wasn’t exactly showing them off, but after another three weeks of being a woman, and as the summer weather really started bearing down, I was getting more and more comfortable wearing open-button tops, or summer dresses, or even the occasional crop top. Just around the house, of course - I only wore the most conservative summer dress in public - but Aidan certainly noticed.

“y'all really looking quite feminine lately,” he remarked from the couch while reading a book, himself just in a single and shorts that were too damn good looking on him despite their simplicity.

“I’m just . . . adapting,” I said, as was my refrain. I swished my bright orange summer dress with its orange flower patterns. “And I won’t lie, this is very comfortable. Very airy.”

“I miss summer dresses more than anything in this weather. But at least I can do this!”

And with that comment, he put his book to one side and removed his singlet entirely, leaving him shirtless. I had to look away, it was like staring at the sun. Was his body getting even fitter from all his walks and runs and workouts? It had to be!

“I can do that too,” I said, letting his expression briefly become hopeful. “But I’m just not going to.”

I smirked in a way I knew was cute, teasing my friend. 

“Aww!”

That was our back-and-forth a lot these days. We didn’t talk about it too seriously, probably for fear of exactly what that would mean for our platonic friendship, but neither of us could deny our physical attraction to one another by this point. We were both much better looking - and younger - than we had been, even if we were gender flipped. And with my heightened libido and new arousal in response to men specifically, it did mean that Aidan liked to continually tease me by flexing his arm muscles or doing the work in the yard I no longer had the physical strength to do. I teased right back, of course; hence the crop top I wore the other day. I even got to bring up the classic quote.

“Hey, my eyes are up here, thank you!”

That got a laugh from us, and quite a hefty blush from him. 

But these moments of dress-up and joke-flirting didn’t leave the actual house. I ordered groceries to the house most of the time, and preferred to go to work as my professional female self and then head straight back home. Aidan was a lot more outgoing, and even had hit the clubs just to see what it was like as a guy. He’d struck out evidently, but didn’t tell me why, only that it ‘hadn’t worked out.’ He hadn’t been again, but still went on his hikes. His fresh perspective was doing him a load of good for his work: he’d made a number of great sales and gotten more than a few commissions for his recent nature photography work, and he attributed it all to being a man.

“Sexist,” I told him.

He just laughed. “Oh, it’s not that. I’m just seein’ things from a new perspective, is all. I was gettin’ stale before, as all artists do. I would have found a way to reinvent myself, it was just that the universe got there first, darlin’.”

“I suppose you’re not wrong,” I said in response. “I feel more comfortable at work. Jacob feels more like a friend than a colleague, and I get along so much with the girls there. It’s like I’ve always got my finger on the pulse of how people are feeling. Female intuition, I guess.”

“Not to be underestimated. I still have it a bit, but I’m more forthright now. I’ll miss that when I change back. I feel it suits me. So, are you thinking of sticking around with your work?”

I sipped my beer. The back deck was our regular ‘debrief’ space. 

“Maybe. I don’t know. I still don’t feel satisfied with it. I make good money, but I’ve saved up a lot. I guess I just want to know if there’s something more, y’know?”

Aidan shrugged. I envied how much he’d taken to his new life, instead of being wracked with doubts all time.

“You tell me if y'all find it,” he said. “I think . . . I think maybe I’m on my own journey right now. Maybe I’ll know who I am a bit more by the end of it, ya know?”

“Hopefully me too,” I said, clinking my beer bottle against his in a quiet cheers.

But no epiphany was coming yet. Instead, there were just the nightly urges. I had actually tried to get to sleep more than once without flicking the bean, as it were, but my new body was surprisingly . . . randy. I swear I couldn’t help it, though I was probably doing a bad job at not encouraging it. I just had this need to climax at least once every two days, mostly once a day, really, and when I was trying to get some shut eye that’s when my big pink nipples would start to stiffen and my new plumbing start to get wet. My willpower was evidently pretty weak, because I would toss and turn and then finally give in, groping and caressing my sensitive tits before lowering a hand down to between my thighs, just as I had that first time.

“Ohhhhh, mhmmmm,” I would moan as it began, biting my lip as to not be so loud. I was pretty sure that Aidan was masturbating as much as I was, probably more given he was a man with all that testosterone, but thinking on that only made things worse.

Y’see, I was starting to think about Aidan too.

Aidan and that big package he’d boasted about possessing.

I hadn’t seen it, yet. I didn’t want to see it. That’s what I told myself, at least. But in those moments when tiredness broke down my mental barriers, I couldn’t help but replay images in my mind of his muscles, his shoulders, his back. God, I didn’t realise women liked men’s backs, but I could see it in my mind. That and his chest hair. And that handsome square jaw of his. And the beard he was starting to grow because he didn’t like shaving - would it bristle against me? 

It was all kinds of wrong, I know, but it’s funny the justifications the mind will come up with when it wants its pleasure. As I rubbed my sensitive clitoris, as I placed my fingers inside of me and moaned from the bliss that followed, I told myself I wasn’t thinking about having sex with my friend, just the male body that wasn’t his. And yet it was his smile that I imagined, his cowboy grin, his playful and flirty teasing as his body hovered over mine, his dick hard and big and ready to enter m-

“Ohhhhh, yesssssss! Yesss! Yesss! Yesss, Ai-”
 I had to cover my mouth as the orgasm came. I had let loose quite a loud cry, and the unbelievably powerful waves of delirium that followed made it almost impossible to keep my act a secret. I shuddered as I imagined in my mind’s eye my friend not just against me but inside of me. What would it feel like? Would it be as heavenly as this?

I quaked, and only in the post-coital aftermath did I manage to calm myself, take stock of what I’d just pictured, and then sink into a state of complete and utter embarrassment. 

Aidan could never know.

***

“I hate this,” I said.

“You told me I could choose an activity to drag you out of the house.”

“I should have seen that you would choose hiking.”

Aidan snorted. “Yes, how awful this is. Fresh mountain air, scenic views, a good workout. It’s basically hell on earth, darlin’.”

“Don’t you darlin’ me with that Texan drawl of yours,” I said, trying to keep pace with him. “I’ve got a woman’s musculature now, and I’m shorter than you! This is a lot harder than it would have been. Not to mention . . . my outfit.”

He regarded me, then winked. Clearly someone was enjoying the fact that I was wearing a pink hiking top that dipped lower than intended and even showed a thin strip of midriff. The fact that my hiking shorts left much of my thighs on display didn’t hurt the overall appearance.

“You didn’t have to wear that,” he said, “not that I’m complaining. Besides, you keep looking at my bare arms, so I can’t say I didn’t dress to impress.”

I scowled, even as I took in the gorgeous mountain view and the enormous forest that dipped low into the valley to our left.

“Can we not talk about the fact that we’re kinda attracted to each other? It’s . . . weird.”

“You weren’t attracted to me when I was a woman, were you?”

I shrugged. “You were good looking, but not quite my type. I don’t know, we’d been friends for ages, friends when we’d been in relationships. I just couldn’t see you that way.”

“But y'all see me now as quite sexy, right?”

“I said can we not talk about this.”

“I’m just saying, I see you as pretty sexy. It’s just my new male mind. It’ll go away and all, I’m sure. But I don’t think we should ignore it. We could even have a little fun with it.”

“I am not having sex. Especially with you.”

He almost spluttered, surprising us both. “Woah, Nellie, hold your horses. I was not thinking of sex. That scares the shit out of me, and I don’t want to ruin our friendship - I’d never want ta ruin that. I was just thinking we could go on a date or something.”

I put my hands on my generous hips, savouring the stop to catch my breath. A had more sweat than I’d like between my boobs, and my stomach was feeling all funny too. Sort of crampy.

“A date,” I said flatly.

“Yeah, just like we used to do. Not a romantic date: I just mean like we did at the Saturday concert before this all got started. We used ta meet up for all kinds of fun. Why stop now?”

“Well, I grew tits and a vagina. And you grew a penis.”

He shrugged. “And we’re still us, some . . . weird little new impulses aside. I’m just saying, y'all need to loosen up. You’re so much more used ta being a woman now, but it’s like you’re a total shut-in at the same time. We should get y'all out of the house a bit more, and not just on a hike like this.”

I sighed. “If we do, no more hikes. I am seriously feeling cramped after all of this.”

“No more hikes, then,” he said, though his obvious disappointment did sadden me a little. “But you must be a total weakling, cramping up like that.”

“Oh, shut up, before I get you to carry me down the mountain.”

“Fine by me!” he said.

My eyes went wide, but I couldn’t even get a word out before he scooped my kicking female form up in his strong arms and began walking me down.

“Woah! Hey hey hey what are you do-”

He pulled me against himself, so that I was cradled in his arms and looked up at him, my hands around his strong neck. He was like Hercules.

“You really are pretty s-strong,” I managed.

“Sure am,” he said. “And y'all are pretty . . .”

He didn’t finish the sentence. I think we were both beet red by that point.

“I think, um, maybe you should put me down now.”

“Y-yeah. That’s a good idea.”

We walked back down the mountain in near total silence, both of us sensing that something had gone too far. Still, I rubbed my arms more a bit, swallowing occasionally as I came to terms with what had just happened.

Being nestled in his arms had felt more comfortable than I could ever have imagined. It was so wrong that it had felt so damn right.

***

Any follow up activity or further development ceased when the real source of cramping was identified, one that both of us should have foreseen:

I was having my first ever period.

“This s-sucksssss,” I groaned on the couch, a heat pack over my abdomen. It was either that or an ice pack; I swear my body was alternating temperatures and I kept switching out what I needed. Aidan was a wonder. 

“Don’t ya worry a hair on that pretty head, honey,” he said in that drawl of his. “I’ve been through many of these. You’ll get out the other side of it. We’ll watch some classic cheesy B-movie action flicks ta get ya through it.”

It really did help. I won’t dwell on the experience of having my first period, but I was distinctly aware that my fucking uterus was shedding, and that my flow wasn’t exactly little either. I had to swap out pads quite a few times - hell, I had to wear pads. I didn’t realise that during a period one’s boobs also got real sore, and also bloated. It wasn’t sexy to have bigger tits though, just aching.

I was pleased when the feelings left me, and even more when Aidan gave me the alternative.

“Hey, it’s good news you got the period at least, right?”

“How come?”

“Well,” he said, grinning a little. “Imagine if the ‘new life’ the entity gave you also added a bonus surprise. Imagine if you were knocked up.”

I almost coughed up my soothing green tea. I was an image that stayed with me when I went to the supermarket to pick up groceries a week later. I was in my orange summer dress again, wearing my makeup and actually feeling a lot better about myself, when suddenly I saw a young mother who looked like a blonde version of me pass. She was herding two adorable little children, one with mischievous red hair and freckles, and as she gently reminded them to mind the passerbys - including me - I couldn’t help but notice that she was subtly pregnant, one hand falling to her belly.

I didn’t even mean to do it. My own hand fell to my belly too, and she caught me in the action.

“Oh, sorry about my twins,” she said. “They’re a handful. Are you expecting too?”

I gaped for a moment. “Oh n-no. I was just . . . you look very beautiful.”

The woman beamed. “Thank you. I’m coming out of the first trimester now. Feeling a lot better about myself, I can tell you that.”

“Is it . . . how does it feel?”

“Tiring,” the woman admitted. “And the morning sickness is no joke. But . . . it’s like no other feeling on the planet. I swear, despite all the risks and dangers, men don’t know what they’re missing. There’s nothing else like knowing you’re creating life. Do you plan on some little ones in the future?”

“I, uh, always wanted kids. I just don’t know if I want to have them . . . myself.”

“Well, they’re a handful, as I said, but they fill the cup more than they empty it. I wish you the best with whatever happens, dear. I’m Charlotte, by the way.”

“L-Luna. I’m Luna.”

“Lovely to meet you, Luna. I’m always here on Saturday around this time. If you ever want to talk more, feel free to hunt me down, okay?”

It was an interaction I continued to reflect on throughout the following week, even as Aidan continually asked if we were going to get out there and be more ‘active’ again. The thought that my body could create life within it was mind boggling. For the first time in a while, I didn’t feel the need to masturbate when I went to bed (which, amusingly, meant I could hear Aidan grunting down the hall, the dog). Instead, I remembered the woman’s appearance and her contentment, the joy she had in her children. A curiosity bloomed within me as surely as a child was blooming within her. I stroked my stomach, imagining what possibilities lay there, casting aside any male ego for the moment.

The next morning marked Sunday, exactly a month and a half since I had first become a woman, and Aidan a man. Exactly halfway until the entity returned in its comet and we could beseech it to change back. Something in my perspective had changed. I felt a little more daring, knowing that with every passing second I had less experience of womanhood ahead of me than behind me. 

And so it was that I surprised Aidan quite a bit when I actually knocked on his door while still in my pyjamas, and he still in his, and made a proposal in a voice that was probably a little too excited.

“Let’s do it,” I told him. “Let’s go on a date.”

To Be Continued . . .