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Strange Saturday!, Part 11 (Platonic Friends to TG’d Couple)
🕑 Added 2025-03-20 08:03:44 +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 11: Date Date
“I still can’t believe how amazing you look.”
I smiled from ear to ear despite myself. I’d actually gone the extra length this time, and for good reason: it was our first official date, almost a week on from that fateful climb up the trail. I’d needed a bit of time to recover, and for both of us to resolve our feelings. One thing was for certain though: Aidan was moving back in with me. I loved him, and he loved me, but such love was young, and I still didn’t want to rush anything. So we spent some days getting back into our rhythm, getting comfortable holding one another and seeing each other in this new way, and he was the classic Southern gentleman, taking things slow and being as respectful as possible.
But now it was our date night. A ‘Date Date’ night, or a ‘Not Not Date Night,’ as Aidan called it. Just a simple restaurant appearance together, albeit at quite the fancy steakhouse. This was the moment we both knew would determine how things would proceed. My ankle was much better, albeit a little sore, so I wasn’t in high heels like perhaps he would have liked, but then I didn’t think I was much of a high heel gal anyway. I did, however, leave the pinafores and ‘hot neighbour’ look behind, and go a bit more classy and, dare I say, sexy as well. I’d embraced being a woman for however long I had left, and this included being Aidan’s woman. I was still nervous for how the night might end, but nervousness was not the same as fear, and I didn’t want fear to conquer me again. So, I’d thrown caution to the wind, and put on something that was both utterly me - the Luna me - and very attractive to the man I loved. It was a dark blue dress with a plunging neckline and a backless element held together with interlaced ties. It had an old-fashioned element to it though, almost a slight 50’s housewife look given the ribbon around the waist and the wider hem, which flowed around my ankles with each step. My bust was teased, tantalisingly so, but I wasn’t threatening to spill out either. Together with my see-through stockings and slightly curled hair, I thought I was quite the looker, even if I had to walk easy on one foot. The fact that I’d finally gotten my ears pierced and now had small sparkling studs only completed the look, though I knew I had to be careful with relatively fresh piercings.
Still, to judge from Aidan had just said, it seemed to have all come together.
“Well, as I’ve said before,” I replied, looking him up and down and licking my lips quite obviously. “You’re not too bad yourself.”
He was wearing a white button shirt that was almost a size too small for him, which was just okay by me from the way it emphasised his muscles. He’d even styled his hair, though just in that rugged, half-messy way he knew I liked. This time he didn’t complain about how long it took me to put myself together though. And for damn good reason: he was struggling not to take me all in, at least not too obviously.
“So, this is an actual date,” he said, taking the bottle of wine and filling my glass, then his.
“Yep,” I said. “An actual date. The kind of thing our friends joked about for years. Only I’m the gal and you’re the guy.”
“And we’ve already slept together.”
A snorted. “That too.”
We’d already enjoyed some oysters for our entree, and our pork mains were likely not too far away. The lull allowed our previously light conversation (including teasing me for the mountain event yet again) to discuss what we were both thinking about.
“You know, it’s the weirdest thing,” Aidan said. “I’ve been bursting for this moment. I really have, Luna, and perhaps for longer than I thought possible. But now that we’re here, hell if I know what to even say.”
“Well, this is because you’re not used to being the man on a date. You’ve only had one prior experience, right?”
He smiled charmingly. “Are you telling me you need to train me up?”
I swivelled my wine and swallowed some down. It was delicious. “Only if you’re willing to train me up as well.”
“Well, I had noticed you had your legs perhaps a little wider than a woman should be in a public setting. Not so in private, of course.”
That joke would have made me become sheepish in the past, instead I now took a move I did know was quite womanly, and brushed my stocking’d leg against his beneath the table in an almost sensual manner.
“Well, I can only hope that you aren’t putting on a display through the trousers, from the way you keep checking out my cleavage.”
I managed to make him sheepish instead, which sent us both laughing.
“Okay,” I continued. “Let’s give each other notes on what makes each sex happy on a date, and see if that helps? I can give you a guy’s perspective, despite being anything but now.”
“This should be interesting! Especially given neither of us were exactly dating often back when we were single.”
I leaned forward, letting him see more of my cleavage. His eyes followed the action and I giggled.
“That’s one thing guys appreciate, right? So I’ll play to that. I also recall as a man that women found it better when you asked them questions and showed interest in their personality beyond looks.”
“But y'all are looking fine,” he said, barely containing another giggle. “But that’s a good point, I remember that! Also, speaking as a former woman, I reckon I should keep taking the initiative as the man to pour the drinks; what girl doesn’t appreciate a man taking the lead?”
“Not this one, for sure,” I said, letting him fill my glass again. “Oh, and as a man you should definitely keep your back straight and shoulders even. Makes you seem bigger and manlier, and does well to impress a . . . woah, yeah. Just . . . just like that.”
He indeed had changed posture, and it was doing things for me. Mhmm. Very much so. In turn, I followed his advice to keep leaning forward to give a peak at my breasts, as well as to occasionally throw a cute little smile his way. I rubbed his leg with mine under the table, and soon proceedings were getting a bit saucier. Hell, they were even saucier than the Italian pasta I’d ordered for a main, and that was saucy as it gets! We continued on the finer points of male versus female dating in between feeding each other bits of our meals, laughing at the most embarrassing parts of taking on a new gender, and how on Earth we would even feel going back to normal.
“I can say this,” I said, gesturing to myself. “I’m looking forward to no longer needing bras. God, freeing the girls at the end of the day is something else.”
“I can’t disagree with that, honey. I will say yours are bigger than my girls ever were, so I imagine it’s even more relief for you to get that bra off when you come home.”
“Absolutely,” I sighed, almost dreamily. “Of course, I did choose a pushup one tonight, if you hadn’t noticed.”
“Oh, I’d noticed. You’ve definitely slammed this whole ‘preparing for a date as a lady’ thing.”
“Well, I score you points as a man, Aidan. You certainly dress up better than I did, but not too good.”
He raised an eyebrow, and I continued on.
“Well, I just mean that this girl version of me seems to quite like her guys rugged and a bit wild. You’ve still got that. Plus, I kinda like beards now, so I’m glad you didn’t shave it off.”
“I figure I’d go full masculine while I can enjoy it. That is . . .”
I frowned, sensing a turn in the conversation. A waiter came and took our meals and we ordered dessert before I got my answer.
“Okay, so cards on the table,” Aidan said, leaning forward. I noticed he’d rolled up his sleeves, and again was surprised that my female vision drank them in. Women liked forearms a lot, who knew!?
“Cards on the table,” I repeated.
“I’m thinking about not wishing to go back.”
I nearly jettisoned the water from my mouth, and instead spluttered a little as I choked it down. “What? But we agreed-”
“I know, I know, to turn back. But, well, here’s the thing, honey, I don’t know if I want to turn back. I’m a man now, and I’m happier than I’ve ever been. Even happier now that I’ve got you.”
“But you won’t have me if I turn back. No offence, Aidan, but I don’t bat for the same team as a guy. I’m clearly heterosexual in both realities.”
He nodded, as if anticipating this.
“I know, and I don’t want to lose you. But I don’t want to lose this, either. This body, this life. I see the world through a new lens. My photography has never been better now that I have this outlook and inspiration, and I like being more forthright and confident. When Kallen’s Comet comes, I’ll see it past, but I won’t wish to change.”
I could see the pain on his face, and it moved my compassion in ways only my feminine self could be stirred. I held his hand, and he allowed me to hold it.
“Even if it means we can’t be together?” I asked softly.
“Even then,” he said. “The us that love one another is Aidan and Luna, not Ava and Luke. They’re just different enough that our puzzle pieces finally lock together.”
“So what are we doing here?” I asked, trying to keep my emotions under control. “Having this date, showing attraction to one another, saying we love one another!?”
A few patrons looked my way and I settled down before he answered. Aidan tapped the table a few times, gathering his thoughts, and when he spoke, it was in a deeply thoughtful drawl.
“I do love you, Luna. I do. Even in your most bipolar, indecisive, manic-crazy mountain hiking panic, I love you. You’re kind, and you treat me right, and you always show interest in what I care about, and you take us both out of our comfort zones even if I know you always retreat back into yours. And you’re open about yourself even if it takes you time to get there. You’re smart, a lot smarter than me, and you’re beautiful too, if I can count that.”
That got a smile from me. “I’ll take it.”
“And y'all are also pretty damn loyal and protective. You ran up a mountain to save me. I didn’t need saving, as you’ll recall-”
I put my head in my hands. “Don’t remind me . . .”
“-but the sheer effort of that was insane. The loyalty you showed as a friend and someone who loved me makes me love you, right through. But . . . it’s not enough.”
I blinked back a few tears. “How is it not enough?”
“Because all these moments, these realisations and connections I just mentioned? I made them when interacting with Luna, not Luke. Luke has all those qualities, but Luna has them in a way that just . . . meshes with me, I guess. I don’t know, sometimes a cowboy just has a way with his herd that he couldn’t with anyone else’s.”
“Great, so I’m a cow now.”
“A magnificent heifer at that. The best.”
“The best,” I said, smirking. “I suppose I’ll take it. And I am putting the ‘udders’, so to speak, on display. I guess I just imagined that we would change back and still love one another, and maintain that attraction.”
“Maybe we would, but I don’t think so. And even so, you’d be asking me to give up a new part of myself that I connect to deeply. Could you honestly ask me that?”
I sighed. “No more than you could ask me to stay a woman. It’s not . . . it’s not me.”
“y'all sure about that? You’re happier than I’ve known you in so long. You’re dressing up, spending time with friends, opening yourself to romance - granted, it’s with this guy, but that’s on you.”
I frowned. “Maybe. I am happier at times. But it’s also confusing. This reality change wasn’t what we were originally.”
“People change. We just changed more dramatically. But it’s not unnatural.”
I saw the dessert coming, and it was a good excuse not to continue this conversation. It hurt too much. Still, I just had one more question.
“So, if you plan to stay, and I plan to turn back, then I guess this romance only has two weeks in it. Short as a mayfly romance. So what do we do with it?”
Aidan considered this, rubbing his chin like he was Michelangelo’s Thinker.
“You know,” he said. “I hear that mayflies pair up and mate for life, however short that might be.”
***
I moaned as I lowered myself down upon Aidan and felt him begin to enter me. His words near the end of our date had aroused a passion in me. I was tired of missing opportunities and staying safe until the last second. If this romance was only going to last a couple of weeks, I wanted to make sure those two weeks were a whirlwind of excitement and love. So as soon as we had gotten home I was all over him, and he eagerly all over me. I didn’t take long to slip out of my dress, and my lover didn’t take long to caress and grope my breasts, making me murmur with sweet relief.
And now we were on the bed, in an altogether different position than the first time. It had been my suggestion, despite enjoying the way he took control in so many ways. I had wanted something that would help me ‘dip’ a bit more easily into the role of sex from the female side, and riding on top of him not only still gave me a sense of empowerment, but was also hot as all hell.
“God, you’re s-so big,” I whimpered as I lowered myself slowly upon him. I appreciated the sight of his manly body, especially how he closed his eyes for a moment, revelling in the way it felt to enter my pussy.
“Not b-bad, huh?” he replied. “You’re so fucking sexy, Luna. So t-tight and wet. And those tits . . .”
“Feel them,” I said, grabbing one of his hands and pressing it against my left boob. He instantly roamed my curves, squeezing the sensitive flesh and rubbing his thumb and forefinger over my nipple even as he reached the apex of his entrance into me. I shivered as I settled my weight entirely upon him. He could take it, but the experience of having his long, hard rod penetrating all the way into me was unbelievably alien. Last time, I was pretty drunk. I was far more aware this time, and in some ways, it allowed me to fully appreciate how strange and wonderful it was to take on this role.
“Are you ready?” he asked me, still playing with my tits.
I leaned forward, grinning from ear to ear. My boobs hung right over him as I planted a long, sensual kiss upon my Aidan. His beard brushed against my soft features, and for some reason the coarseness of that actually comforted me.
“More than ready,” I replied. “Make me a woman again, Aidan.”
He chuckled. “Well, how ‘bout that? I didn’t think I could get any harder.”
“Don’t waste it.”
He didn’t. He lowered his hands to grip my hips as I began to slowly rock upon him. I’d actually only had a woman ride me once before, but instinct kicked in, brought forth by a desperate need to please this man I had come to love. It was a little like being on one of those carousel horseys at the fair, and I mimicked the motion, rolling my hips in such a way as to make his big dick slide in and out of me. He began to thrust a little in response to this, bucking upwards so that he drove deeper, then shallower, deeper, then shallower. If the sensation of being penetrated had been utterly foreign, then this was alien on a whole new level: he was going in and out of me like a damn piston, stimulating ever nerve - and there were a lot of them - in my passage, which in turn hugged his member as if afraid to let go.
Naturally, I began to gasp and moan in my high, feminine voice.
“Ohhhhhh, ahhhhh, that’s . . . ahhh, that’s g-good.”
“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” he quipped. “I love these hips. And this ass.”
He shifted his grip so that his fingers sunk into the soft tissue of my rear. It made me shiver, heightening the pleasure even as I picked up speed, rocking upon him and then bouncing up and down upon his rigid pole. My breasts bounced, a little bit painfully at times, but something about that somehow made the act even sexier, like I’d abandoned any sense.
“Yessss, oh God, Aidan, this is the b-best f-feeling! You’re s-so big!”
“And you’re so g-good at this. Didn’t expect to have a woman r-ride me, but this is the best sex I’ve ever h-had and it’s not even over. Ahhh!”
“M-me too!” I cried, whimpering and gasping more and more as I bounced upon him. I arched my back, thrusting out my chest and letting him grab them with both hands. I needed even more. More pleasure, more passion. I leaned forward, pressing my chest against him and kissing him, still moving in a motion to fuck his brains out. He responded by holding me tightly and then grabbing my ass again, helping with the motion of thrusting and going even deeper inside me. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced, even considering the first time we’d done this. I was giving myself full over to him, and it was only getting me ever closer to that moment of purest ecstasy. We kissed again and again, me occasionally rising up so that he could fondle my breasts. The erogenous pleasure of having him suck on my nipples was even better, but we could only do that for a moment: I needed to climax. I was so goddamn close.
“I love you,” I panted, my voice high and reedy. “I love you so f-fucking much, Aidan.”
“I love you too, Luna. I want this to last forever.”
“I - ughhh - I don’t! I want you to cum in me! Do you hear me? I want you to cum inside me!”
That seemed to get him going, because he bucked again in rhythm to me. I raised myself up, arching my back as the pleasure began to sweep over me.
“Ohh, yes! Yes! I’m going t-to c-cum, Aidan! I’m going to - I’m so close - I’m going to . . . aaaaaiiieee! Ohhhhhh! Yesssssss! Yes! Yes! YESSSS!!!”
Multiple orgasms flooded through my system, enhanced by his fingers still caressing my hypersensitive tits. I shook my shoulders, letting them wobble in his hands as blast after blast of bliss hit me. His cock went rigid, then throbbed within me, and I could only cry out even louder as this feeling induced yet another orgasm. It was far, far better than that one night, and all the better because of the strength of the connection and love we now shared. For his own part, Aidan grunted, his sounds bestial, almost bear-like, and something about the animalistic nature of his climax turned me on all the more. I managed to shift my hips just a little bit more, milking his cock for all it was worth. Hot streams of semen filled my tunnel, warming my already slick insides, and I trembled in relief from it.
“God, Luna!” he exclaimed, right before I collapsed upon him, my breasts squashing against his chest, my hair falling in tangles over his face. We panted together, his dick still throbbing within me. The post-coital catharsis was incredible, and even as he softened within me I didn’t want to part from his member just yet. I held my lover, feeling his warmth and hairy chest, contrasting against my own softness, and there was only one way to describe that sensation.
It was home.
“That was incredible,” Aidan managed to stammer out in the aftermath.
I lifted my head, pushed some hair behind my ear and smiled at him. “Yeah, incredible alright. You were amazing.”
“Speak for yourself. We should probably clean up, huh?”
“I reckon so. I, uh, think you put a lot in me.”
“Certainly felt so, darlin’. Geez, you sucked me dry.”
I traced a finger down his chest and giggled. “I hope not. Because after we have a shower, I was thinking we could go really bold.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Oh?”
I kissed his lips. “Mhm-hmm. In fact, I was thinking we could do a quid pro quo. You go down on me, and I’ll go down on that big dick of yours. In for a penny, right?”
I could have sworn his softening member managed to go just a little harder within me at the thought.
Thirty minutes later, I was true to my word.
God, it was tasty. I could see why women liked doing that for their man; it was empowering and submissive all at once in the most sexy ways, and I even swallowed, much to his delight.
Part of me could imagine doing that more frequently, especially when his tongue was on my clitoris not long after. Now that was a sensation I wanted to experience as much as possible before my two weeks were up.
To Be Continued . . .
