Me and Bri

The day was unfolding as usual, and it seemed nothing noteworthy was going to happen—after all, it was half past four, and the sun was slowly but surely dipping toward the horizon, casting a warm glow on the glass facades of the skyscrapers. Frank and I were sitting on a bench near the business center—talking about work, reminiscing about old acquaintances, lazily exchanging jokes. Everything was calm, routine, until he suddenly fell silent.

– Whoa, check out that chick – he exclaimed, nudging me in the side and nodding toward a girl with massive tits in a tight green dress, glancing around nervously as if searching for someone. And the very moment I looked at her, she smiled and suddenly started running toward us awkwardly, as if trying on heels for the first time—clumsy, jolting with each step, her boobs bouncing so much in that snug green dress that I involuntarily held my breath.

– Damn, those are like... you know... two water balloons – Frank muttered, still staring after her. But something strange stirred in my chest. Something about her movements, her overly familiar clumsiness, the way she held a sweater poking out of her bag with her elbow, seemed... off. Or maybe, too right.

– Hey, boys! – finally reaching us and leaning on the railing, she was breathing heavily, raising her arms and thereby emphasizing her already impressive breasts pressing against the metal. – Ugh... heels are a damn torture. But... it was worth it. Hi, Joshie.

I flinched. My name was Josh, sure, but... not like that. No one called me that. Ever. Well—no one except...

– Sorry, do we know each other? – I managed to say, my voice trembling.

She looked at me as if I had just made a joke. Tilted her head slightly, her short hair swaying, tickling her cheek. Her lips, so plump, glossy, slightly parted, as if she was about to laugh. But instead, she just smiled, gently, kindly... too kindly.

– Seriously, Joshie?.. – She reached out and gently touched my fingers. – Don't you recognize me? I'm... Brian.

Frank coughed hoarsely, and I... just froze. My heart skipped a beat. My ears rang, and it was like a switch flipped in my head when I looked at her face. Damn it, yeah, it was him! Brian!

– Wh-what did you say? – I whispered, unable to take my eyes off her—his?—no, HIS—insanely attractive, huge boobs that looked so feminine. Everything seemed so absurd, so impossible... Maybe it was his twin sister?!

– Well, I mean... I used to be. – Brian, now standing before me as a full-fledged girl, ran her hand down her thigh, pressing the dress to her body, her breasts swaying. – And now... I'm Bri. Completely. Not some "drag," not "surgery"... this is forever. I'm real girl.

– You... – I swallowed. The air around suddenly felt thicker, as if heat had surged, even though the sun was already setting behind the buildings. – This is a joke, right? Frank, did you set me up?

Frank, pale as chalk, just stared wide-eyed. He jerked his hand to his neck and leaned back.

– Hehehe, you boys are so funny – she drawled, tucking her hair behind her ear, then suddenly leaned in and stared straight into my eyes. – Especially you, Joshie. Always such a stubborn one. You won’t believe it until you feel it, huh?

– I... – I swallowed, my eyes glued to her tits, which were now barely a foot away from me.

– This... can’t be... – I muttered, feeling my throat dry up. Frank pulled back like he was about to stand up, but then sat back down, pressing himself into the bench. He looked like he was about to faint.

– Well, go ahead – touch them if you want – she whispered, her voice turning breathy, wrapping around me like a wave. She took my hand—not suddenly, not forcefully, but gently, with care. Like... we had been together for a long time. Like I already knew that touch.

And now my hand was on her boob. Warm, soft, firm—just like a girl’s should be. She took a deep breath, slightly husky, then exhaled with a small sigh, and that breath... it ran down my skin in goosebumps, like I could feel her tit filling with air. I jerked my hand away, realizing what the hell I was doing, and took two steps back, staring at her face again.

– See? No padding. I’m real. And yeah... – her gaze turned playful, lips slightly parted, – It’s all because of you, Joshie – her voice dropped, almost intimate. – I got so tired of pretending to be your friend who acted like he didn’t care that you never noticed my love. I did this for you. So you could love me. So you’d stop saying ‘if only you were a girl’...

I swallowed hard.

– Whaaat the fuck?! I mean, I... – my throat went dry. Yeah, I knew Brian was gay and I’d heard his little jokes about liking me, but goddamn, seriously? That was just joking around. Obviously, I’d never hook up with him—I was sure about my orientation, so... fuck. Was he actually serious?

I stepped back again, and suddenly... the space around us seemed to ripple. Like a mirage. A light shimmer in the air, barely visible, but as if... the filter changed. The business center behind her looked slightly dimmed, and Frank... he wasn’t sitting on the bench anymore. He was standing a meter away from us, watching like he wasn’t seeing me—but a couple in love. And he wasn’t stepping in.

– Joshie... – her voice again, soft, sultry, that sexy rasp in it, slipped into my ears. – Want to know how all of this is possible?

I nodded. I didn’t even know why, just... I had to know.

– I made a deal – she whispered – not with the devil, not with witches. With reality itself. It said: "Believe, and it will become true. The more he believes, the more real it gets." And you do believe, don’t you?

She stepped toward me. Her heels clicked on the ground. This time her walk was smoother, more sensual, more confident, like she'd walked past me a thousand times in this body, in this dress, in this world. I looked down... and suddenly realized that her legs—slim, wrapped in sheer stockings—couldn’t possibly be fake. Just like the curves beneath her waist, just like...

– No... – I whispered, but didn’t pull away when her fingers landed on my chest, gently trailing lower. So small, feminine, warm. I could smell her scent.

– You already touched me, Joshie – her lips were nearly brushing my ear. – You felt it. I’m real. And now... now you can’t back out. Because your brain... has already started to accept it. It’s already painting a picture where you’re mine. And I’m yours. A girl. Forever.

And I felt something click. Literally. Somewhere deep in my chest. My heart tightened, not from fear—but from recognition. Standing before me was a girl. Bri. And I... I couldn’t see her as anything else anymore. Brian? No, that couldn’t be Brian.

– So what do you say now? – she whispered, tracing a finger along the button of my shirt. – Maybe you want to try... being with a girl who LOVES you?

I swallowed. She pressed against me. Her tits—big, warm, real—touched me, and I felt myself getting aroused by all of it. Like I couldn’t control my body, and my cock was straining to break free, no matter how much I resisted. I wanted her. Wanted her more than I had ever wanted anyone in my life.

– Fuck... – I whispered, closing my eyes, realizing I couldn’t do anything about it. – Bri... I...

My breath caught, and I, giving in to the strongest urge, suddenly grabbed her and kissed her hard and passionately. Her warm, plump lips. Soft, slightly wet, sweet with a taste of strawberries and something else—something faint, feminine, intimate, mind-blowing. I kissed her, pulling her close, feeling her tits squeezed between us, hot, firm, so insanely real that I even grabbed one, testing it. She shuddered, gasped—softly, aroused, like a girl who truly enjoyed it.

And in that moment, I felt something around me... shift. Instantly. Like reality cracked and then snapped into a new, perfect pattern.

– Joshie... – she breathed out, licking her lips, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks. – Now it’s all real.

I pulled back for just a second—and almost stumbled. The world had changed. I saw the shop window across from us, and in the reflection—us. Us, as a couple. A man in a business shirt and a stunning girl in a green dress, pressing her tits against him and wrapping her arms around his neck. Me. And Bri.