Strange Saturday!, Part 5 (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 5: Shopping

The next two weeks saw us start to fall into a rhythm. It was decided that Aidan would stay at my place in the spare room. For one, my place was bigger (given that I made more money), and had a nice back deck, but it also had a guest room in the first place. He set up shop there, bringing over the clothes and things he felt he needed, though to him tell it he’d left quite a bit behind. 

“I was thinking of shopping for clothes myself,” he explained. “Put my own style on bein’ a man rather than letting the universe choose it. You could join if you want? I was thinking of going this weekend.”

It wasn’t the worst idea, actually. Now that I was younger and - let’s face it - better looking, it made sense that my wardrobe had a few . . . provocative things in it. Nothing outlandish of course, but the idea of wearing shirts that were tight against me, especially ones that showed off a bit of cleavage, was totally anathema to me. I was a bank manager, so I didn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea anyway. 

So after a week of being a woman - of sitting down to pee and putting on makeup and bras with Aidan’s help - I was finally free of work. It was a good thing too. Not only was I still getting that same malaise when it came to dealing with my occupation, but I was starting to notice more and more when men looked at me, or flirted with me, or generally made comments as I passed. Not too much at work, thankfully, but certainly when I ducked out to get some lunch, or when I had to run errands and the like. And there had been that one construction worker pair who had called out to me.

“Hey sugar tits! Nice pencil skirt! Love the way it makes that ass bounce!”

“I think I see something else bounce too, honey! Maybe undo another button; give us a tease, baby! Just a tease!”

I’d never been the biggest fella before, or the most prone to violence, but I probably would have thrown down or at least stepped up against a man who’d said that about Ava in my presence. But now, stuck as a smaller woman, I was instead just incredibly self-conscious and nervous, and the notion of getting back at these men began and ended with me ignoring them and giving them nothing. 

“You made the right choice,” Aidan told me afterwards. “That’s what I would have done. Hell, I did it today when another lady got harassed outside the supermarket. I should have said something, but I completely forgot I was a guy, sort of. People gave me dirty looks, and rightfully so.”

“Yeah, I was getting dirty looks in a different way. How do women stand it?”

“Well, the attention can be nice in other ways, in the right context. That’s why we should go shopping. Figure out who Aidan and Luna are gonna be for the next few months, huh?”

That made me smile. Aidan may have changed, but he still had his female self’s fundamental optimism and ability to roll with the punches.

“Yeah, okay. Let’s go, then. Just so long as you don’t try to get me all dressed up as a prank or something.”

“Cross my heart.”

***

I soon discovered that Aidan’s promises were worth nothing, despite that southern Texas charm that dripped from his cowboy’s drawl. We spend far longer going through the mall than expected, and he practically dragged me to Coquette’s, where a woman named Elizabeth was just dying to find me all the right clothing for the approaching summer.

“Oh, trust me, if you’re looking for a new wardrobe, I can absolutely help you! Is it a rebirth? A new occasion? A celebration?”

“It’s just . . . uh, a matter of fire damage. I lost a lot of my clothes. I need some stuff to help-”

“Flatter her figure,” Aidan said, teasing me.

“That’s not what I-”

“Something that lets her know what it is to be a woman,” he continued. “She’s told me before that she wants to be more proud of her body.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Can I talk to you privately?”

“Of course, honey.”

I pulled him away from Elizabeth, who looked a bit confused.

“Honey? Proud of my body? Be a woman? What in the hell are you doing?”

Aidan grinned. “Just havin’ a bit of fun is all! I figured while we were here . . . why not indulge?”

“What does that mean? You said we were gonna find our own style to cope with this insanity!”

“Exactly! Look, I’ve been thinking ever since I did that big hike, and when I went for a walk yesterday again. No one else gets the chance we do, right? Who else gets to spend a few months as the opposite sex? And to be younger and much better looking!”

“Don’t be so humble,” I said sarcastically, placing my hands on my womanly hips.

“Actually, I was talking about you, there.”

I bit my lip. That stupid warm glow returned.

“My point is,” he continued, “we should embrace this! It’s weird, and strange, and horrifying, but also wonderful. So we should go bananas with it. I mean, this is far too much information, but last night I finally bit the bullet and skinned the snake.”

I raised a quizzical eyebrow.

“You know, played the one-string fiddle? Strangled the polecat? Roughed up the one-eyed bandit? Had a date with Rosie Palms?”

“Oh. Oh! That’s - interesting. How did you find it?”

He went a bit red. It was a cute look. “Definitely different. Powerful, actually. All the pleasure at once, and a much quicker build up. I can’t believe I lasted that long. You should try it yourself.”

“I . . . may have already.”

“No way. When?”

I coughed. “The first morning?”

“Oh my God, y'all are such a fox! Was it just that one time?”

It hadn’t been, but I was eager to get off the subject. No point admitting that I was starting to get a little addicted to pleasuring my female body at night.

“Okay, fine, I get your point. We’re adapting, so why not embrace it a little and see where it goes, right? Since it’s all just temporary.”

“Exactly. We wished for new, different lives. This is our chance to actually try them out.”

I sighed, admitting defeat. He was right, of course. I returned to Elizabeth, who was a woman in her forties with long, dark hair. I was briefly a little jealous of that hair.

“All sorted?” she asked. “You wanted to try something on?”

“I did,” I said, giving a hesitant look over to Aidan. “I wanted to try a bit of everything, actually.”

What followed was a veritable show, one that Aidan spent far too much time enjoying. At first it was just ordinary things: some denim pants, some tracksuit bottoms, some hiking shorts that fit my new momma hips (not that I was a mother, dear God! But they certainly fit the bill), as well as some tops and blouses. But then, with Aidan pressuring me and my own curiosity starting to bloom, came other choices as well. Soon I was trying on crop tops, new bras (even a push-up bra for ‘special occasions’, and I couldn’t deny it made my cleavage look fine), summer dresses that were free and flowing upon my body, skirts that were shorter than expected, tops that bared my midriff, and so on. It was a strange thing to be caught up in the excitement of, but it truly felt like my life had briefly become one of those montage dress-up scenes from a romantic comedy: I would emerge from the changing booth in my latest outfit - in this case a one-piece bathing suit that Aidan had somehow convinced me to try on - and he would clap and ask me to spin around. And, because my new self was just that tad bit more submissive to a man’s requests, I would do so, turning on the spot and letting him get a good look.

The man actually dared to whistle.

“Hey!” I said.

“I can’t help that you look good and that my new body finds you nice to look at.”

I scowled. “Don’t even go there. God, this was a mistake.”

“Well, you could always try on a bikini . . .”

“No chance.”

“We’ll just have to buy this one then; we are definitely hitting the beach now that the weather’s getting warmer.”

I rolled my eyes. “Well, you’ll have to go shirtless, in that case.”

“Intriguing. Actually makes me a bit nervous.”

“Okay, I’m heading back in. I’ve just got these pinafore overalls and I’m done.”

It was these last ones that suited me best of all, and actually made me pretty glad that I’d gone through the whole dress up hijinks after all. My body had some nice curves, and was certainly quite ‘hippy’, something which I’d noticed Aidan noticing whenever his gaze fell to my hips or rear. So wearing an outfit that gave me a sort of ‘next door neighbour’ look was actually validating: it covered me up pretty well while still being quite feminine and conforming to my best features nicely. 

“Yeah, that definitely works for you,” Aidan said, giving a little dramatic clap in the store as I exited from the changing stall. “You’ve got the ‘hot mom’ appearance nailed down.”

I snorted. He wasn’t wrong. I looked into a nearby mirror and turned a little, and couldn’t help but smile a bit. I had never been particularly happy with my looks as a man. I was . . . I guess you might say resigned to them. Not unhappy, but not proud either. I was just . . . me. And perhaps it wasn’t enough. It’s embarrassing to even think of admitting, but looking at me with my brown hair and hazel eyes on my cute face, my rather shapely body wrapped up in a pinafore dress, I actually felt . . . cute. I beamed a little.

“What are you smiling about?” Aidan asked.

I signalled to Elizabeth to come on over, and she eagerly did, sensing a big sale.

“Oh, I just think I found a style I like.”

“Great! We’ll purchase this, then get out of here.”

But I just wagged a finger in my handsome friend’s new face. “Oh no! I had to wear a women’s swimsuit just now! You don’t get off that easily; it’s your turn next. And there’s a men’s fashion place right near this one . . .”

Aidan tugged at his collar in a show of mock nervousness, before falling into laughter with me.

***

I could scarcely believe how much money I’d spent. I wasn’t exactly lacking in funds, but it fully dawned on me when I saw the outrageous pile of clothing practically erupting from my shopping bags.

“Oh God, what have I done?”

“What have you done? I own men’s aftershave now thanks to you! Not to mention a wardrobe of new shirts and pants. Do I really need that many singlets?”

He didn’t, but I’d pressured him to buy a few more for reasons I definitely didn’t want to admit, namely that my imagination had run a bit wild during my friend’s montage, and I had started thinking about him showing off more of his shoulders and arm muscles more often.

“Of course you do,” I said, placing his pile separately from mine. “Besides, I’m sure we can return some of this at some point, or it’ll magically change to the right gender once we change back.”

Aidan was already changing into a new shirt. For a moment I faltered, not knowing what to say. Something about the chest hair his body had . . .

“y'all looking at something?” he asked.

I snapped right out of it. “N-no! Just curious as to what you were thinking of wearing.”

“You’re welcome to change too, you know.”

I blushed, grabbed a bag, and moved to my own room, then closed the door. He made a muffled complaint through the door, but still looked pretty happy when I emerged in my apparent ‘hot mom’ look, denim overalls and white women’s shirt and all.

“Looking good,” he said.

“And you look like a total cowboy. When did you get that hat?”

It was literally a cowboy hat, and he gave a boyish grin in response to my noticing it.

“When you weren’t lookin’. I figure if I sound and look the part, why not go the whole wild hog?”

“God, you are going to be just insufferable as a man, aren’t you?”

“Maybe,” he said, still smiling. “But you’re taking to a woman a bit more now that you’ve got past the emotional hump.”

I put my hands on my hips. “What do you mean by that?”

“Oh, only that y'all ended up buying quite a few cute dresses, I couldn’t help but notice. And some bras - is this a push-up? Holy shit, y'all bought that white push-up bra that made your C’s look like big ole Double-D’s! It’s the same one! I bet you could-”

I snatched it right out of his hands, my cheeks so red I probably looked like Raggedy Ann.

“That was a private purchase, thank you very much!”

He folded his arms. I swear his grin could have eaten half the shit in a New York sewer drain. “Really now? Because that kind of push-up would make some private parts very public, far as I can tell. Are you gonna put it on?”

“No, I’m putting it in the trash now. I don’t know why I bought it.”

“Aw, c’mon, y'all could at least show off the girls a little. We could go on a date night!”

“Nope.”

“It’s not like we didn’t already pretend to be boyfriend and girlfriend at the mall.”

“Still nope.”

“Shucks. Well, I plan to embrace this for a spell. We’ve got the clothes, we’ve got the bodies, and we’ve got the new identities. And we’ve still got almost three months left on the clock, really. So, what do we do?”

I tucked the push-up bra away, along with some of the other dresses I’d purchased without thinking; the more revealing ones, including that black dress with the glimmering star-like pattern and the plunging neckline. That I didn’t need Aidan to see.

“What we do is just live normal lives,” I said. “We help each other cope with this gender bending nonsense, and then we go back to normal.”

Aidan shrugged. “Sounds a bit boring, but fair enough. I was thinking of hitting on some ladies on the town.”

I blinked. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I don’t know if I’d have sex, though I’ve gotta tell ya that my new pecker is definitely more interested in women now - no offence, but you really confirmed that before.”

“Ew!”

“Trust me, you are not ew. Not. At. All. But I figure we’re both single, and we’ve both had poor relationship game recently. Maybe this is our chance to see how the other side lives; pick up some tips! Are you in?”

I chuckled. “You’re on your own for that one, Aidan. I plan to stay inside as long as possible while a woman. I doubt any of this clothing will see the light of day, in fact.”

It was a promise to myself, to not slip into that strange excitement I’d had back at the mall. That almost feminine glee of experiencing the new life I’d kind of wished for.

Of course, I had a long history of breaking promises to myself, as I’d soon find out.

To Be Continued . . .