Grab 'Em by the Horns, Pt. 3

This Slow Burn is really taking advantage of the word Slow. We were supposed to be watching a mooo-vie by now! Anyway, enjoy a few extra chapters published early because I'm having a lot of fun!

But Laurence is having a really hard time remembering what exactly she was thinking about before Rob got here and ruined everything for her.

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“Is Larry here?”

The ringing wrongness of her name shook her out of her arousal. Laurence curled herself up on the couch, making sure to cover her crotch and her nipples modestly, and doing her best to cover her generous cleavage. In her oversized tank top, her breasts hung loose and heavy, her nipples erect.

She realized that she wasn’t going to be able to tell Rob the truth. She imagined standing next to him—so much shorter than him now, since he was always a perfect height for basketball players—and saying the words. It’s me, Laurence. I am a man. The dildo turned me into a woman! It sounded so ridiculous that she knew it wasn’t even worth it to try. Rob would never believe her. He would think it was some kind of silly prank, like he always did, as if people were constantly pranking him. No one had ever pranked Rob in all the years of his life, Laurence was sure of that.

Still, she had to say something. What had he asked? “Um, I don’t…”

“Larry,” Rob repeated, trying to hide his growing smile. “Is he here?”

Yes! It’s me! She wanted to shout, but buried the urge and shook her head meekly.

“No?”

“Uh uh,” she shook her head again, managing to squeak a quiet reply. She blushed under his gaze and averted her eyes. God, it would be so embarrassing if he discovered who she was!

Rob clucked to himself, looking around the room cautiously before he took another step forward. “So what, he just fucked you and high-tailed it outta here? In the middle of the day?”

Laurence shrugged, her cheeks heating at the implication. If that’s what he wanted to believe, then he could believe it, even if the thought of it made her flush.

“Well,” Rob pouted, looking mightily offended. “Ain’t that a shame. What a bastard.”

“Yeah,” Laurence laughed uncertainly, feeling defensive over herself. She hadn’t done anything wrong, and she certainly wasn’t a bastard! But she kept the thoughts to herself. She wrapped her arms around her shins, her chin resting on her knees as her breasts pressed against the front of her thighs. Her testicles had gotten caught between her thighs, but she ignored the pressure and waited to see what Rob would do next.

Rob smiled politely and cleared his throat, and then his expression froze for a moment as his eyes moved down to the coffee table. He quickly approached the table and the couch, startling Laurence, and picked up the empty cardboard box that had held the sex toy. “What is…did he open this. Did Larry open this?” he asked, looking squarely into Laurence’s eyes.

“I dunno,” she mumbled, turning away to look out the window at the parking lot beside the dorm hall. They had a subterranean dorm room, and the high windows looked out on the parking lot. Which meant they had been able to spend ample time snooping on the patterns of other students. Laurence remembered watching a group of six stumble back from the bars on Main St at two or three in the morning in late October, having finally found their way back to campus, and listening to herself, Rob, and Andy make ghost sounds to spook them into running away.

But…why was she even here if Heartwood didn’t allow co-ed rooms? Had Rob invited her?

No—fuck! She was a man, and this was still her room! She gasped, shocked that she could have forgotten so easily. God, how silly of her! Laurence blinked emptily a few times before her vision focused and she realized that Rob was moving about the suite.

“Larry?” he called, knocking on the wall as he walked down the central hallway. “Are you here? Are you hiding? I’m not mad that you took the dildo, man. I totally forgive you.” He walked into Laurence’s room at the end, narrowing his eyes when he looked at the pile of soiled boxers and jeans, and an otherwise empty room. Then he returned to her, looking awfully sincere. “Where did he go? Please tell me.”

“I don’t know.” She cleared her throat, trying to speak with a slightly lower voice without making it obvious. “Honestly.”

“Man, that sucks.” He collapsed into the couch beside Laurence, whose eyes widened as she discreetly tried to shift away from him. “You know, I bought this real sweet thing I wanted him to see, and he opens it, then up and steals it on me? So weird.”

“Yeah,” Laurence replied in a hoarse voice. She was trying her best to stay calm, but the heat of his body next to hers on the couch, the smell of his men’s shampoo and body wash improperly scrubbed against his genitals was driving her crazy! He didn’t even seem to notice, but her pussy was on fire beneath her chub of a cock.

“Do you, uh, need help with those?”

Laurence’s eyes focused, and she drew back with a gasp as she realized she had been leaning toward him. “What?” she breathed, meeting his gaze and making an odd noise as her stomach seemed to flutter.

“Sorry. Your nipples.” He laughed softly, obviously ashamed of himself, and gestured gently toward her chest, where her nipples were pressed hard against her tank top. She gasped and covered them with her hands, hunching her back slightly to hide the generous swell on her chest. As ridiculous as the situation was, Rob’s voice was gentle and nonjudgemental. “They look pretty hard. Would you like me to help? They’re obviously in need of some…attention…”

He nearly breathed the last word, his voice needy and tense, and Laurence shivered as it floated past her ear. Her tight brown curls fell in messy locks over her face, but she didn’t need to see to hear the desire in his voice, or feel the same in her body.

“You know, they say I know how to use my hands like a magician,” he bragged, and Laurence scowled good-naturedly. She knew types like this. Bigger than they knew what to do with and unable to harm a fly. “What do you say? Want a hand?”

Laurence was nearly writhing under the thrumming pleasure radiating from her breasts. She was fighting not to touch herself—it was so impolite to do that in front of others, but Rob had offered. She knew Rob was good with women, but he wasn’t a woman. He was a m-man! But she looked like a woman. Would Rob still want to be with her when he learned who she was? Would he hate her? Lord she needed to tell him, but she couldn’t find her voice. She felt as if it had been taken from her as she struggled to answer him. Should she invite him to grope his roommate? Fuck it. Why not?

“Touch meeee,” she groaned, and leaned her neck back in case he wanted to kiss her throat. He did, and leaned his head down to gently kiss her throat, moving downward from her jaw as his hands gripped her breasts through her shirt, holding them in his large hands before he squeezed his thumb and forefinger around her nipples. She cried out in ecstasy, putty beneath his hands, and then the guilt crashed down on her all over again.

“I—ahhh! Mmhhnnn…Wait! I—” And Rob stopped her mouth with a kiss.

Laurence moaned, nearly limp in his arms, before she regained her balance and clutched tighter onto him. She opened her mouth and let his tongue meet hers as he kissed her hungrily. “God, you’re gorgeous,” he whispered, and Laurence flushed pleasurably at the praise.

“Thank you,” she said with a shy giggle and a gasp. She leaned into him as he squeezed her sensitive nipples. His stubble rubbed against the skin of her face, lighting up the sensation wherever it touched. This was…perfect. It was…wrong? “I—no! Rob, I—mmmgg! Ahhh? Let me—nnnggghh…mmmnn…why does it feel so good?!”

“I told you, I’m a magician with my hands,” Rob smiled, kissing along her jaw as she continued to thrash beneath him. Her breasts shouldn’t have felt this sensitive, but every pull from his strong fingers, every squeeze of her heavy breasts, her nipples rubbing against his palms, made her body feel like Jell-o.

“But…I need…to tell you…nnngghh!” She was cut off by another pulse of energy in her core, forcing her to jerk her hips outward. Eventually, Rob moved over top of her, laying her down on the couch and setting his hips against hers. His hand rested on her knee for a moment, fingers running up her pale, hairless thigh, before he set his hand against her hip and pressed his groin against her slit.

“Oh, you left me—a secret,” Rob smiled as he thrust himself against her, his cock bumping up against her heavy balls ever so often, and she nodded with a little laugh.

He hadn’t been mad. In fact he seemed almost…happy to see them. Surprised, but happy. Laurence curled her knees toward her chest, digging her heels into Rob’s back as he continued to grind into her cunt. Lord, it felt so—good. She had never thought about men with any kind of lust before, of course. She wasn’t a homosexual. She liked women. She loved women—oh, well now these darned pronouns were making her sound like some kind of lesbian. She wasn’t that either! But now, looking at Rob’s focused, sapphire eyes; and the tense, braided movements of his muscles; and the gleam of sweat on his tanned skin; now she wasn’t so sure what she was. She may have been stuck in a woman’s body now—one, albeit, that felt pretty good—but that didn’t mean she had to like men now, right?

“Ugh, wait,” she groaned, and had to stop herself from begging him not to stop when his pace slowed.

“What is it?” he asked, holding himself above her with his strong, thick arms. Laurence tried to subtly shift her head sideways until she felt it nestle against his arm. She bit her lip and smiled up at him despite herself. His mischievous, boyish features and his long, sloping nose smirked down at her, but he didn’t look annoyed. With one hand, his fingers traced the curve of her breasts, and she shivered under the delicate touch. Why did her skin have to feel so good?

“I need…I need to tell you something,” Laurence murmured. She batted her long, dark eyelashes up at Rob. She didn’t want to ruin this moment, the feeling of peace and security that had passed over her as she lay beneath his large, warm body. Would telling him destroy everything that they had now? What did they even have now?

Her small, full lips pursed as she thought hard about the correct decision. She needed help, that much was clear. She had to get her body back or whatever. She had—she was supposed to be a boy. She was supposed to have little boobies instead of big boobies. Her delicate, feminine jawline pointed upwards as she stared at the ceiling in thought. She had to make sure she remembered every little thing that had changed about her body. Laurence slid her hands up her abdomen in a soothing gesture, shivering as her fingertips brushed against the tiny fuzzy hairs covering her tummy. Her pussy thrummed and squeezed shut once, and she watched Rob’s mouth move silently, entranced by every movement of his, until she came back into focus and heard him calling her.

“Hello? Earth to sexy? Oh, hi, you’re awake. Sorry, I don’t know your name. You kind of floated off there for a while. You…you wanted to tell me something?”

Laurence giggled shyly beneath him, shivering every time his solid arms brushed against her sides. She really had floated off thinking about how to tell him she was his roommate, his male roommate. It’s me, Laurence. I’m a man, even though I look like a girl. “It’s so ridiculous!” she laughed, and when she realized she had spoken aloud, she burst into giggles and couldn’t seem to stop.

“Huh?” Rob asked, and Laurence snorted as she saw his confused face. She stuck a trembling finger into the corner of his mouth and pulled it upwards, snickering at the silly face it made. “What do you mean, ‘ridiculous’?”

“It means you won’t believe it!” Laurence scoffed, and shook her head to keep herself from laughing too much. “I mean it, stop! You’re making me laugh!”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“You’re so close. It’s making me laugh!” Laurence leaned backward into the couch as Rob lowered his head to look directly into her eyes. She slid her eyes away, feeling a hot blush painting her cheeks, and pushed her weak hands against his chest as she tried furiously to pull the muscles of her mouth into a frown. She could feel his firm pectoral muscles beneath his shirt, and his breath hot and damp on her neck. Her eyelids closed slowly, and then they fluttered as she inhaled deeply and she looked up into his eyes. “I…I’m scared to tell you.” Her voice finally slid back down to a slightly less girly register. Now she sounded kind of like one of those moody goth girls. She always thought those girls were so sexy.

“You don’t have to be scared,” Rob said, looking genuinely hurt. Laurence felt guilty that she hadn’t trusted him, but she still felt self-conscious about telling him she was actually a boy. But then he smiled, one corner of his mouth moving slower than the rest, and she melted under his gaze. “At least tell me your name.”

“I…mmmgg…umm, what?” she asked, trying desperately to focus, feeling her smile returning and trying to shove it down.

“Tell me your name,” Rob whispered, and the words sent tremors through her trembling thighs. She gasped as he slid a hand underneath her small body, and her breath was cut off as he kissed her again.

She nearly fainted into his kiss, and he had to hold her head up from underneath. Her lips opened to him immediately, responding almost automatically to his hungry tongue. “I—” she she struggled through a filled mouth, but broke into a squeal when he pressed his thumb against her bare nipple. He pressed down, down down into her breast until she squirmed and groaned against the pressure, and then released. As her breast returned to its normal shape, he grasped her nipple and squeezed tightly. Then he pulled it toward his chest, and Laurence arched her back beneath him. “Ahhhnn! I—f-f-fuck!”

“Your name, gorgeous.” Rob spoke low and needy next to her ear, and Laurence released tiny moans as she gasped for breath. How was he so good at this? He had never used this voice around her before, and it was making her feel crazy. It was soft, and deep, and…why was she starting to feel like a possession? Wasn’t that…a bad thing?

…

Her name. She needed to give him her name. Her real—did she know something feminine enough to pass? Something like Laur…Laur…

She shook her head.

…

Laurence!

She needed to tell him what had happened to her! Had she…had she…almost forgotten her name? She whined, feeling as if her stomach was filling with a thick black goo, making her feel nauseous and bloated. She thought she was about to die, that she had reached the end. It passed as all her memories returned, a disgusting amalgamation of stress and guilt and fear fading quickly away into nothing, leaving a warm fuzziness in its wake.

That was…all right. Those feelings had been leaving her nearly hysterical with dread, and it felt really bad. She was glad she had been able to take those feelings away. That made it easier for her to tell him the truth, even if he was distracted by her beautiful curves and her perfect breasts. She needed to tell him, after all. He needed to fix this! “I—mmnchh—mmnnnghh?! I—ha-ahhhh! I-I’m a—?”

Every thrust of Rob’s hips against her dripping cunt forced an obscene noise from her lips, making it harder and harder for her to tell him with her words that she was a m-man. N-no, that wasn’t right. Not quite. It was almost as if…she told him she had been turned into a boy? Her body was all big when it should have been small and dainty? She looked down and saw with some surprise that she still had her breasts and her feminine curves, and her pussy. Sure, it was hidden beneath her long, smooth cock, but that was normal! So she hadn’t been turned into a boy?

She had been turned into a girl?

She moaned and whimpered in ecstasy beneath Rob’s attention, her body hot and roiling as she tried to think. It was so…hard…with this…fog. So she was a man…trapped in a g-girl’s body. It sounded absurd, but she knew—she knew—that it was true. She was a man. She was a wo—mmppphh! Mm—uhh. Nuhh—mmmboyy—boy! Sh-He was a boy! A big strong boy! And his name was—

“Lauren—taahhh?! Nnnghh—esss?” She was trying, she was trying! It was so hard when he was kissing her and it felt like his mouth was on fire and he wanted more! “Laur—ehhhiieee!” Fuck! He was twisting her nipples and they felt soo good. She felt his teeth on her throat, his tongue close to her jugular like he was an animal about to strike, and it felt like heaven. Her cunt was wet and hot and clenching desperately, and her cock was erect, pushing against his stomach. Sh—sh—heeee…he knew it! He hadn’t forgotten it! His name!

Laur—iieee!” No. “Lorr—ehhiinnn. No! “Lorr—mmnnnghh raiinnn!”

No! Almost! Shh—He almost had it! It was just…so…

“Aiii! Yesss!” She was coming. Her words became nothing more than high-pitched sounds. Her hips thrust wildly into Rob’s crotch, but he didn’t seem to move at all. First the heat overtook her pussy, her clitoris swelling and her walls slamming together around nothing. Higher…she was almost…but at least he knew his—

Laurence.

“Lorraine?” Rob asked, his own cock hard and pressing against his sweatpants.

She screamed and arched her back so far, Rob had to grab onto her waist to keep his balance when her cock spasmed and she came. “Yesssss!” Her semen shot in thick bursts out of her massive shaft as her balls roiled and gushed forth, splattering against the ceiling and the window, and Rob’s stomach, and her stomach. Her breaths came in ragged, exhausted gasps, and her head lolled to the side as he slowly lowered her limp body back onto the couch.

He wasn’t even going to keep going until he came! She could see his throbbing erection peeking out of his waistband as he sat at the opposite end of the couch, but he stuffed it back into his pants with a smile, smoothing his mustache and winking when he saw she was staring at him. That was…that was…!

“So were your parents kind of old-fashioned-like? Groovy.”

“What?” she asked, eyes widened. What did he mean by that? Sure, her parents had been shocked when they saw she had non-typical genitals, but they did their best when they raised—

‘‘Lorraine.’ Kind of an old-lady name, don’t you think? Andy! Don’t you think Lorraine is kind of old-fashioned? Oh! Like the…like the guy’s mom in Back to the Future! Tell me you know what I’m talking about!”

Realizing quite suddenly he was talking to someone else, Lorraine pulled herself against the end of the couch, her knees pressed as firmly to her chest as her breasts allowed. “Oh my God,” she whispered, her entire body flushing with embarrassment as she locked eyes with Andy in front of the closed door. He still wore his coat, held five steaming pizza boxes in his hands. His eyes were massive in his long, lanky face, his eyebrows quivering in shock and horror…and maybe a little bit of religious shame. She knew he was Catholic. And—Lord, he didn’t even know. He was staring as Rob lounged half-hard on one side of the couch, while she—she sat naked except for her boxers around her knees, her cute, smooth ass dripping with her own cum. And he didn’t even know she was his roommate. She had all but fucked Rob and she had been turned into a woman, and Andy didn’t even recognize her.

He was staring at her, his mouth half open…and he had…he had…cum…on his lip. He had a drop of semen on his mouth—he stood under a stain on the ceiling and he…his tongue moved…it licked—he licked the cum off his lip and his tongue disappeared and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed…he swallowed it.

“I—pizza—Larry…oh sweet Lord!”

Andy covered his terrified, acne-scarred face with one hand and dropped the boxes on the floor with as much grace as he could in his panic. Then he held up both hands and backed up, reaching blindly for the handle of the door without even turning his back on the room. “Ohh, no!” he groaned as he stumbled through the door and ran loudly down the hall and up the stairs to the exit.

“Andy?” Lorraine asked, wondering why he had run off. But the door was shut and the sound of his footsteps had faded away. She curled her legs beneath her on the couch, letting out just a small moan when situating her cock on her legs, and taking deep breaths as it softened and retreated within her body again. Her mind traveled back a few moments to find out what had upset Andy so much. Was he shy about sex? That might have been it. Lorraine giggled and continued flicking through her memories until she heard him say a name.

“Larry…pizza—there’s the pizza—and then Larry? Is that…?” Lorraine ran a hand through her curly pixie cut as she thought hard, and then smiled and cried, “Oh! My name?” She forgot again! She laughed and rocked in her place contentedly. They called her Larry because her name was Laurence! Her name was Lorraine now because she had been turned into a girl, but she needed to remember that when she was a boy, her name was Laurence. And she needed to tell Rob that she wasn’t actually a girl, that she had been turned into a girl but she used to be a boy, and she also used to be his roommate Laurence. So she was actually a boy even though she looked like a girl. It wasn’t that hard if she worked really hard to remember it.

She just needed to tell him that she was actually a boy and her name wasn’t really Lorraine. There was plenty she knew about him to convince him. She turned to face him on the couch, batting her eyelashes seriously, and when he realized she wanted to speak his face fell into the sweetest, most interested expression she could imagine. He obviously cared about what she had to say. “I…my name…Larry…”

“You know, it is strange that you have such similar names!” he exclaimed, sitting forward as if he had come to a profound realization. Then he smiled and raised his eyebrows to ask for validation. “No? Lorraine, Laurence? Laurence, Lorraine? Kind of similar.”

“Maybe,” Lorraine mumbled as she sat up and pulled her boxers shyly over her hips, and tucking her cock inside. She didn’t know where she had thrown her tank top, finding nothing as her eyes quickly searched the floor, but at least her bottom half was covered.

“I don’t really recognize you,” he said, and then held up a finger as he stood up to grab a tin from his backpack. Lorraine recognized it as his weed tin. He never kept loose marijuana on his person, but he always had a tin full of blunts to get him through the day when things weren’t going his way. He opened it and raised one of the white cylinders to show it off to her, and snapped the tin closed. “Do you go to college here? Premium.”

He never stinted on the quality of his drugs. It was rather amazing he and Lorraine got along as roommates so well, since she was so much more concerned with her health, and her education.

Lorraine harrumphed, her arms crossed, and turned her nose up to it. Then she relaxed slightly, and turned back to look up at him. Would most students accept free weed? Would she give herself away if she refused? Would he know there was only one person who wouldn’t want to get high with him, even if she wasn’t a boy anymore? He wouldn’t help her if she wasn’t nice to him, so maybe she had to get high with him.

“Oh gosh,” she said, blushing at how modestly she said it. Then she reached out and took the blunt Rob handed to her, leaning toward her as he lit it carefully and stared into her eyes.

The airflow in the basement was so bad that students could pretty much smoke whatever they wanted without being caught, as long as the RA had been adequately paid his “hush money”. Lorraine breathed in slowly, letting the sour, skunk-thick smoke swirl around in her lungs before exhaling directly in Rob’s face. He smiled, and after several more puffs, she finally set the blunt in his outstretched hand. Her eyes watered and her throat burned from the smoke, but at the same time she felt a growing tingling in her brain.

“I’m…um…I’m a student.” She had to convince him she was a student here, before she could tell him the truth. He already thought her name was Lorraine, which she thought might be enough to keep him off the trail for some time. Maybe he really was smitten with her. He certainly looked like the type who might be, and he had known how to pleasure her…really well.

“Sure. You’ve convinced me.” Rob did not sound convinced, but he laughed all the same.

“I am,” Lorraine insisted with more gumption, because it was technically true. Laurence was a student at Heartwood, and she…she was…also Laurence? “I swear I’m not lying!”

“Okay, okay!” he said with a laugh. “It’s not my fault you’ve got a name like Lorraine and you look like a chick out of Golden Age Hollywood! Don’t fly off the handle, now! I don’t even care whether you’re a student or not. Don’t make no difference to me.”

“I what?” she asked, failing to comprehend the entirety of his statement when she heard the word Hollywood. As she struggled to figure out what he meant, he paused, looked down at her, and cocked his head.

“Lorraine, you’re wickedly beautiful. Like, I feel insane I’m even talking to you, kind of beautiful. You are looking so good. I—I think you turned out so well.”

“I turned out what?” she asked breathlessly. It was…a strange way to say it?

“Lorraine, I just met you, and I think I might be in love with you. You—you make me feel like I’m losing my mind, just being around you. I hope whatever it was you had with Laurence, it didn’t mean a lot, because I…I want to be with you.”

It was…so much to admit so soon. Her chest filled with flapping pigeons anyway, the tickles and tangles of attraction spreading through her. This was far too fast. She was…she was his roommate, and he didn’t even know! She was supposed to be a boy, which made this whole thing…gay! She covered her face with her tiny hands as she blushed again. She didn’t want to be gay! That was…that was…how was it gay again? Lorraine lifted her head and stared confusedly at Rob. He was obviously a man. And when she looked down at herself, she looked like a girl. Boys and—men and g-girls being together wasn’t gay. It all made logical sense, and still Lorraine felt like she was missing something really big and gay.

She was staring it in the face. She knew it was right in front of her, waiting for her to notice, but she was simply unable to see it. She looked like a fool. She felt like a fool. “I’m missing something, Robbie,” she sighed, and giggled.

“What do you mean?” he asked, but her vision had unfocused again and she stared straight ahead as she became lost in thought. She still thought something wasn’t adding up, and it shouldn’t have been so difficult to see. Why wasn’t this making sense? She shifted impatiently and grumbled to herself. Everything on her felt right, and everything on him looked right. But still she was missing a major piece of the puzzle, almost as if she wasn’t able to sense the way her body was able to change.

Everything made sense, and Lorraine went over it again and again. Of course Rob didn’t know yet, and he wouldn’t know for quite awhile if she had any say about it. She wasn’t ready to tell him, was hiding the fact that she…that she…

“Larry.”

Lorraine was ripped from her reverie as the name passed his lips, and her eyes shot to his. She expected him to look shocked, or guilty, or at least apologetic, but he only looked evenly at her as she gasped. Then gave a small, knowing smile and leaned back in the couch. He…he knew! He knew, and he hadn’t said anything until now! He knew Laurence was her real name, from when she had been a boy.

“You knew?” she asked, horrified. Did he figure it out? Did he know the whole time? What did that mean…that he planned this? He planned for her to grow a huge dick?…for…no…for her to become a girl and also grow a huge dick! Was it his fault? Was it his fault that she was…was…

“How long have you known? Known about…Laurence?”

“Known about Laurence? Oh, I see what you mean. I’ve known Laurence for quite a few years now, but it’s Lorraine who I…just met today.” Rob was so level-headed that he threatened to spread it to Lorraine. She blushed when he used her name, despite herself. He was being smart with her, teasing her because she was having a hard time remembering everything about herself.

“Listen,” she said shortly, unwilling to take any more nonsense. “I know that I’m supposed to be a boy, right?”

“Right.”

“So I know that. I know I should be a boy, even though I’m a girl right now. See?”

“I can see,” Rob said with a definite smirk.

Lorraine rolled her eyes and kicked her leg out at his large form on the couch. He laughed and blocked her foot with his large hands, and after a moment she retreated again. “Listen. So even though my name is Lorraine because I’m a girl, I know it’s supposed to be Lar—Larry. L-a-u-r-e-n-c-e.” She spelled out the name to make her point, to remind him that she knew, since he apparently also knew.

“Very cute,” he said as if talking to a child.

“I beg your pardon?” Lorraine asked, and kicked out toward him again, more offended than last time.

“I just mean I think you’re really cute,” he said, holding up his hands and laughing. “I hoped maybe you’d open the damned box without me, and maybe you’d put it in your ass where it’s supposed to go! I didn’t think you’d—what, put it on? You already had a cock, man. You liked having two?” Lorraine whimpered, unable to escape what felt like endless questions. “I mean, you did get a sweet boypussy out of the deal. That cock is huge! And on that body, your cunt always wet beneath it? I wasn’t expecting a cock to play with this weekend, but yours looks so delicious, maybe I can forgive you.”

“Nooo,” Lorraine moaned, pulling away from him as she felt her core tingling from the compliments. It was his fault, not hers! He had done this to her! She hated how good he made her feel, how he made it seem like she had nothing to worry about. He was taking her life from her! She used to be Laurence, and now she was Lorraine, and he wasn’t worried at all! “What’s happening to me?”

“I think your brain is just trying to catch up to your body. It’s all right, sweetie. Can I call you Laurie?” She lay restlessly against the couch and shook her head as he spoke, even as he scooted closer to her and set his hand comfortingly on her thigh. “You’re going to be all right. There’s really nothing at all to worry about. Everything’s going to be just fine.”

“Okay,” Lorraine said slowly. He did sound sure of himself, and that made him more likely to be telling the truth. He had known the whole time, but maybe he had been looking out for her when he did it, when he…when he…

Would he tell her a lie?

“You said you…you love me?” she asked, remembering what he had said with disbelief.

“I love you so much, Laurie,” Rob said, looking surprised that she had even asked. Was it…she guessed it was kind of silly to question something like that.

She shook her head, blinking through the thick fog surrounding her, and held up her hand. “But…that’s gay…”

“Oh, Laurie,” Rob laughed, and rubbed her smooth legs comfortingly. “But you’re a woman. Believe me, I swing both ways, but we are definitely not gay. Even with that cute little dick of yours.” He reached out and tickled the nub of her cock, and she kicked out with giggles, despite her best efforts. It just felt too good, and Rob made it feel so good when he was explaining things to her.

“I’m not…gay?” she asked. This was really confusing her.

“I dunno, you might be, Lorraine. But I think what really matters is you’re happy. Right?” Rob tipped up her chin to look into her eyes, and his thumb traced a delicate line along her jaw. She melted under his gaze, unsure what she was even worried about in the first place. He was always so good at making her feel like she had no cares in the world, and this time she didn’t even have any to forget about! She smiled up into his eyes and reached up to pull his head closer. She had no idea why she had forgotten how beautiful his tall, masculine body was, but she vowed to never forget again.

“Are you happy?” he asked, his gaze fixed on her smile. She could feel him inching closer to her, his hands tracing up the curve of her body, and she knew she should refuse. She should try to hide her growing smile, and remind him that she wasn’t actually a girl. He definitely already knew, the scoundrel, but Lorraine thought he could use a lesson or two in civility. Of course she was happy, but he didn’t have to know about it yet.

“Laurie,” he whined, and poked her in the ribs as he pulled her onto his lap. She squeaked and fought weakly for a moment until he held down her arms and nuzzled her chest. “You haven’t told me if you’re happy!”

She couldn’t help giggling as he tickled the skin beneath her breasts, and then moved upwards to gently kiss her neck. “It’s L-Laurence! Ahh! You already know that!”

“Happy happy happyhappyhappy,” Rob mumbled playfully into the soft skin between her breasts, and she swatted him away with a gentle slap.

“Yes I’m happy!” she squeaked, and laughed when he finally ceased tickling her chest to kiss her eagerly. She could—aaiiihhh! She could teach him to use the right name. He would definitely listen when she asked him to do that. She would help him remember that she wasn’t actually a girl…and her name was—wasn’t Laur—Lorraine. Right now he was just really horny, and—well, so was she. She didn’t think she saw a problem with friends helping each other out with problems like that. It was…unconventional, but if Rob was really having a hard time, then wasn’t it her job to help relieve him of that feeling?

Rob giggled and kissed her throat, and Lorraine shuddered at the feeling of the light stubble on his jaw. He dragged his rough cheek up her neck and let his lips catch her earlobe. “Oh, fuck!” she cried out in shock before he sucked her earlobe into his mouth and gently set his teeth against the velvety cartilage. She squirmed and pulled away, but he kept pace with her and kept his mouth on her ear, his nose breathing heavily beside her, the tiny hairs of her face damp with aspiration. When she stopped moving, and didn’t dare calling for help from anyone nearby, he released his hold on her earlobe and smiled kindly as he cradled her head.

“You’re such a good girl,” he whispered, and she moaned beneath him, her legs trembling as her tired cock twitched to life again.

“Mmm—oooohhh,” she moaned, her voice catching somewhere deep in her throat. It almost sounded like…Lorraine giggled and imagined herself on all fours quickly. She almost sounded like a little cow!

“Mmmmnnghh!” she moaned again as she clamped her mouth shut and tried not to laugh. It was so immodest for her to make noises like that! But it felt wonderful when she did, as if her voice was connected straight to her pussy.

“Such a good girl, and so beautiful,” Rob murmured. He was…so kind…to say so. Lorraine blushed, feeling his beautiful eyes on her as she grew more aroused. He knew she loved when he called her those things, and she loved watching his handsome face soften the more she stared at him. He could look so powerful and strong, but when he looked at her, she knew he loved her. He would do anything for her, and she was so thankful for him.

“I’m so glad you’re happy,” he whispered into her ear, and she moaned with pleasure. She felt cum dripping from her cunt, and continued grinding her hips toward where his crotch hovered above hers. “I think Larry would be proud, don’t you, Lorraine?”

Lorraine contorted her face in a mask of confusion and waning ecstasy. Wasn’t Larry…but she…she was a…not—a—girl? Lorraine gasped, her chest and breasts tense, and then breathed a sigh of relief as she realized it was only temporary. She was supposed to be a boy, but she actually was a girl—only until they figured out how to change her back. Then Lorraine wouldn’t be a girl anymore, but that would be right, because she wasn’t actually a girl, even though she looked a lot like a girl right now. Everything was turning out perfectly.