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Strange Saturday!, Part 12 (Platonic Friends to TG’d Couple)
🕑 Added 2025-04-06 00:31:46 +0000 UTCBy 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 . . .
Part 12: Time Flies For a Wish
The next two weeks were simultaneously a rollercoaster and a homey experience. Aidan and I squeezed as much out of life as we could, and that meant I finally took some break time from the bank by calling in some favours. I still wasn’t supremely happy there, and this gave me some time to start thinking about other future career paths, as well as to finally develop some hobbies. I’m embarrassed to say, but I actually purchased some sewing supplies, including a sewing machine. If there was one thing that I had been absolutely taken with as a woman, and had embarrassed me a lot initially, it had been trying on new clothes and styles and increasingly styling myself for different events. I wasn’t an Instagram model type at all, certainly not in that same-same makeup style they tend to adopt, but the freedom to ‘put on your new face’ for the day or night was incredibly freeing.
I also started hiking a little, showing more interest in Aidan’s past-time as I never truly had before, at least not to such an extent. My ankle had healed by the final week, so we made a habit of taking country trails even he hadn’t experienced, and I would admire him as he took photos of the local wildlife and vistas, and then the two of us would settle for a romantic picnic. This time, I got in on the action of bringing some tasty treats. That same desire to experience good food and company together extended to further romantic dinners, and you can bet that I dressed up. Around the house, though, I continued with what Aidan occasionally teased me as my ‘hot mom without actually being a mom look’; there was something just so me about pinafores and overalls and casual summer dresses that were airy but practical and pretty. Yes, pretty. I had come to love the word rather than shy away from it, especially when Aidan complimented me as such.
Which, of course, was the other thing we did: each other.
In-between going on dates and enjoying one another’s company and the teasing and the flirting and the deep, soulful conversations, there was also the unbearable lust. It wasn’t like my body’s surprisingly strong libido had abated. In those weeks when I wasn’t seeing Aidan, I’d still felt the deep need to pleasure myself, often trying very hard not to think about him. I didn’t have that problem now, of course. Neither of us did.
So we made love.
We had sex.
We fucked like rabbits.
Having bodies that were ten years younger than what we had prior to our wishes made it even better, of course, as did the novelty of our traded places. But I won’t deny it, something about sex just clicked for me as a woman. I’d always been a more sensitive guy, not the take charge kind, and in the bedroom this translated into wanting the other side to take the initiative. Now it felt like my natural place as the woman, and when I wanted to be daring, well, I could still do that too, especially when I rode my lover on top, cowgirl style (which pleased him, as a Texan wannabe-cowboy type, ha!). It wasn’t hard to get sex started, either. There was a dominance of a kind that came with the ability to just smile in a certain way, or show off my cleavage a little more, or put a bit of a wiggle in my step that drew his eye. I certainly could recall what it felt like to have a distracting boner when a lady put on a pretty display, and it was pure hilarity to tease Aidan with such. Of course, I was always happy to let him have what he wanted as well.
So yeah, I learned to find utter joy in spreading my legs beneath his manly body as he thrust deep inside me. I moaned and cried out in delight as he took me from behind, me on all fours and feeling utterly supplicant to him. To our shared surprise, we even found that - at least while we were in our current states - we both enjoyed going down on each other, even at the same time in that lovely reversed position. I got a bit embarrassed over how much Iiked giving blowjobs in fact, but decided to leave that shame behind until I turned back into a man. For now, the sensation of making my man cum down my throat because I stroked and sucked him just right was intoxicating.
“Oh G-God, Luna!” Aidan called out once. He gripped my hair - softly, of course - and held my head in place as I bobbed up and down, stroking his cock with my dainty hand. And then he erupted into my mouth, and that warm, salty consistency flooded my taste buds. I kept my eyes on him the whole time, and it was difficult not to smile as I continued to stroke, ensuring that I emptied his balls entirely. Afterwards, I licked him clean, part of me unable to believe what I had just done, and not for the first time either.
“You seemed to like that,” I replied.
“Oh yeah. I’m sorry to say, but y'all are just making me want to never be a woman again.”
“Well, you can always tried to persuade me with that tongue of yours, mister!”
And indeed, he nearly did. That was the crux of the problem, you see. I had spent so long slowly embracing my female side that it only left us a short time to truly be in love and together like this. For all the sex that occurred I wanted more, for all the dates we shared there were future nights I could imagine, and those homely moments of comfort were perhaps the more precious and limited fragments of them all: waking up with his arm around me, cuddling up on the couch to watch a movie, feeling his hand on my thigh when I drove the car and he was in the passenger seat. Even those shared little glances of interest, those non-lustful moments of love where we would just spy each other across the room and smile and laugh without any joke to instigate it . . . those would soon be gone.
Day by wonderful day, the hourglass was running dry, the sands falling through to the bottom chamber. In our last few days we took a road trip together, ate cheeses and drank wine and fucked in a hotel room and enjoyed a sumptuous bakery the next day. We took snapshots and photos of one another, and they were goofy and silly because I took most of them instead of he, the professional photographer. And there was a strong bittersweetness there, because I knew they would not last when Kallen’s Comet passed through again. The same would go for my first little experiment with sewing fabric together, and for the home we had already built together. It didn’t help that Heather and Kiera and Jessica were over the moon about our relationship, literally cheering and clapping when we finally attending a brunch together with them. Heather ran up and hugged me, and I shed a few tears thanking her for her advice.
“Never forget to listen to my advice, doll,” she said with a knowing grin.
And how could I think otherwise? And how could I not already mourn the loss of this friendship and the others I had cultivated in this new life of mine?
And moreover, how could I leave Aidan, knowing how much I loved him, and he loved me. It kept me awake at nights, where I would stare at the ceiling and feel alone despite his nearby warmth. And then, as if by some psychic connection, he would roll over and place a strong, comforting arm around me.
“Gonna be alright, darlin’,” he’d say, and in moments I was back asleep.
Still, I dreamed of him, of the life we could have together.
And I also dreamed of a comet veering ever closer.
***
We had just made love. It was a slower, more intimate session than most, and the reason for that was obvious: this would likely be our last time together like this, so the lust and passion was also tinged with a sense of longing as well. We lay cuddled up against one another, unspeaking, for some time, until Aidan’s phone alarm went off. He checked it, sighed deeply, and turned to me, caressing my cheek as he looked at my naked body.
“It’s time,” he said. “We’ve got to get cleaned up and packing.”
We did so, not speaking very much. Neither did we speak much on the car ride over, either. My entire body was nervous, and it made me almost nostalgic for being a man already, where my emotions were so much further down from the surface. Aidan drove, and I occasionally rested my hand on his leg. He was wearing his hiking gear and so was I, though mine had a feminine touch for a nice farewell to the experience.
“Time to get out,” he said. “Are you sure about this?”
“No,” I said, voice cracking a little. “I don’t even know if I will make the wish, to tell the truth. But . . . either way, I have to be there.”
He put his arms around me from behind. God, I loved it when he did that. It was so much better than being the man, at least for me.
“You know what I’d want you to wish for,” he said in a near-whisper. “But it’s not my call, I know.”
“Let’s just talk about other things while we make the ascent. I don’t want to start weeping like a woman.”
“Which you are.”
“Which I am.”
We made the climb. It wasn’t a big one. We weren’t going all the way up the mountain, just to the first lookout that would give us a good look at Kallen’s Comet. Aidan pointed out the birds in the afternoon light, and I asked to stop a few times, during which we talked about all the things we’d learned in our new life.
“I won’t miss periods!” I joked.
“God, don’t remind me!” he replied. “You’d be glad you just missed out on this last one, right?”
It was true, my third period hadn’t come, which made me happy. I couldn’t have made this hike otherwise. We continued upwards, and I was teased a few more times for that other mountain trip I’d made. By that point it was starting to get a little darker, but we made it to the overlook just as the sky was turning a lovely dim purple. In the distance, the powerful fiery green comet was approaching. The shooting star would not last long, but we had a few moments before it would pass overhead. My heart beat as I turned to Aidan, holding his large, coarse hands that I had come to love.
“So, here we are,” I said. “Another strange Saturday.”
“Three months later,” he replied. “And full of changes. Have you made a decision, honey?”
I looked to the horizon, where the comet was burning closer. God, if only it could give me more time! But the strange entity was within it, I knew it had to be, and something told me that it would be receptive to a wish I made. Call it a woman’s intuition.
“I . . . I think I’ll know in the moment,” I replied.
“Well, I’m sorry, I told you that I wouldn’t make the decision for y'all, and I can’t, but I also can’t let the moment pass without trying ta tip the scales just a little bit.”
I cocked my head, confused at his words. But then my breath left my body, because in the growing green light, Aidan went down on one knee, produced a small black box from his jacket pocket, and opened it up to reveal a sparkling ring before me.
“Luna Gavins, I love you, and I know you love me. I don’t know if you’ll stay as this woman I love, but if tomorrow you wake up the same as you are now, then it would do me the greatest damn happiness of my life for you to be my wife, and for me to be your husband. I wasted way too damn long fussing about and not finding the one I wanted, and I know it’s been the same for you. It took this crazy thing to happen for us to find one another fully, and I don’t want to lose that. I truly don’t. I don’t want to lose you. So . . . if you’ll have me for life, or even just for this hour, then I’d like to ask you to be my fiancee.”
I swallowed. Tears were in my eyes again. I flicked my gaze towards the comet, which was beginning to streak across the sky, so close my wish would need to be soon. And here was Aidan, down on one knee, somehow the even more captivating sight.
“Aidan, no matter what happens next, Luna will always be the woman who loves you. So yes, I’ll be your fiancee. Yes!”
I giggled as he slipped the ring on and then picked me up, twirling me about as he kissed me. We pressed our foreheads lovingly together as the comet passed overhead.
“For as long as we are able to, I’ll love you,” he whispered in my ear.”
And then the comet was above us.
There was only one wish to make as Aidan’s hair was illuminated by the green fire of the lit up sky. I kissed him again.
“I wish to be your bride,” I said aloud.
***
The Entity careened across the great void, travelling where it may. Its consciousness reached out, observing and hearing, encoding and recording. There had been only a quarter revolution of this world around its sun since it had visited, but this gave it long enough to assess the exciting changes that had swept across its surface, not just from its wishes but from the teeming masses of life in all their ordinary wonders. So many stories, so many tales of magic and love and action and adventure. The Entity absorbed them all, celebrating within its great essence the endless parade of creativity that marked humanity.
But it also made a few changes here and there of its own, adding a dash of mischievousness where it was appropriate, and even some sincerity where it was warranted.
The woman it had turned into a mermaid was faring surprisingly well, but wished to have company again. Well, the Entity could arrange that; a handsome merman was given form from a man halfway across the world wishing to experience something magical.
The individual who had been left on a deserted island after wishing to be free of his family was returned to them at last, finally seeing the truth of their worth. The Entity hoped that his story would fare better, now.
There were also new wishes, of course. A young woman with thick glasses, braces, and a stutter wished to live like her fantasy games. The Entity transported her to another dimension where she could be an attractive dark elf, with a life full of adventure. An older man wished for youth again, and for his kindly life, the Entity granted this . . . though with the added mischief of letting him experience life as a woman. A woman trying to fall pregnant would be blessed with eight children. A man wishing to find perfect love was still too immature for it, but a golden retriever was perfectly loving, and would bring him company in the meanwhile.
This continued, with hundreds of wishes being granted. But there was an intriguing one that came from a mountain overlooking a charming town. Yes, the Entity recognised this figure. One half of a pair whose entwined destinies had finally begun to circle one another. For a moment, the Entity sensed hesitation in the new female, but then it absorbed the wish itself.
‘I wish to be your bride.’
The entity had no lips to smile with, but its essence radiated mirth nonetheless. This was a wish easily granted. This time there was no mischief at all.
And then it was time to go, to leave this ‘Earth’ for a few hundred years, or perhaps just a decade, depending on the changing whims of the Entity. But for these lives, the wishes would remain as it had granted them.
Sometimes a happy ending is the best kind of story anyway, it mused.
To Be Concluded . . .
Comments
Rg 2705
Toujours géniale mais faut-il vraiment que ça se termine?
