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Strange Saturday!, Part 8 (Platonic Friends to TG’d Couple)
🕑 Added 2025-01-18 03:15:44 +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 8: Making Mistakes
We arrived home, and Aidan had to steady me a couple of times before I got my feet in order. The process made me giggle - I seemingly did a lot of that while tipsy.
“I’m not even wearing heels!” I said.
“Maybe you need to sleep this off,” he replied.
“Oh, please, I’m not that bad. What so we crack out that bottle again!”
“We finished it.”
“What? As if!”
“Yeah, okay, we didn’t. But we should save it. How about some beer?”
I gave my best Chesire grin. “That would super. I could really use a beer right now.”
We slumped on the couch together, a few beer cans between us. I was still in my date outfit, and he was still in his, though he’d undone a couple of buttons. I couldn’t stop myself from occasionally peeking at his chest and admiring the hairs there.
“What are you looking at?” he asked as he finished his first can.
“You’re so . . . hairy!”
That nearly made him spit out his next sip. “It takes some getting used to. Nice not to have to shave, though. Especially this thing.”
He indicated to his face, where a beard was starting to form.
“Does it suit me?”
I nodded, perhaps a little too eagerly. “It really does. Can I . . . can I touch it?”
“Sure! It’s really bristly. I gotta say, I can see why guys grow them; it kept me warm during the movie.”
I felt his beard, trying not to giggle again. It really was quite coarse and thick, despite not being that big. It did suit him.
“You kept me warm during the movie,” I said, biting my lip.
“I noticed y'all didn’t mind that.”
I blushed and drank more. I nestled against him once more and moved his arm around behind my neck so he was holding me around the shoulder.
“I really don’t,” I said. “And I don’t mind the beard, either. You’re doing well as a man.”
He drank more of his beer and I drank from mine. There was a rush to my body that I hadn’t experienced before, a kind of warmth that was settling over me. My nipples were starting to stiffen a little bit with arousal, and it was hard not to squirm a little due to the growing wetness between my thighs. I knew I had to be careful, but it was like I was playing a fun and daring game of chicken.
“Well, I can’t say I didn’t notice you shave your legs now. You’ve done good work there.”
“They’re good legs!”
“I’ll say. Not good for hiking.”
We both laughed at that, and then when we stopped laughing, we sort of just . . . looked at one another. I couldn’t really explain it, but it was like we were just lost in one another’s eyes, his blue gaze kindly and intense and manly all at once. No one had ever looked at me like that before, and I knew at once that he was feeling the same urges I was feeling, albeit from the masculine side. I looked down for just a moment to confirm my suspicion - he had a hand covering himself, but I had little doubt that he was getting stiffer there. I quickly pulled away and drank down far too much better. He did the same.
“So, we’ve been friends a long time,” Aidan said.
“Sure have.”
“But we were never right for each other.”
“Just weren’t . . . just weren’t my type,” I whispered.
“What is your type? I never really asked, though I had some ideas.”
I swallowed. “You can’t ask me that as a girl. My type’s all changed.”
“But before now.”
“I guess . . . I guess I really liked girly girls. You know, quite feminine and motherly, in the sense of being around my age. I could have become a stepdad, I guess, is what I’m trying to say, but a woman in overalls and a cute white shirt just did things for me. Someone I could be the man for. I suppose I never really saw you that way because you’re already such an outdoorsy, self-reliant type, always fixing things. I wanted to be that someone, you know, for someone else.”
“And now you are that woman,” he said, stating the unspoken obvious.
I looked down at myself. I wasn’t wearing overalls or a pinafore get up or whatnot now, but I definitely had the vibe of an attractive, feminine woman who knew how to dress in casual, comfortable ways. Sleek and slinky dresses were not for me, but I had developed a style without even realising it that was modelled on the very kind of woman I liked. And I liked being that woman, oddly enough.
“Yeah, I suppose I am.”
“And I’m the sort of guy that I was into: another outdoorsy type like myself, but not without his sensitivities. None of that alpha male gym bro bullshit. An ability to appreciate nature but also be more forthright and confident and . . .”
“And what?” I asked, looking back up at him. I was right up against his warm body now, desperately trying not to touch him too much, but as I stared up, I felt so much like more than a friend to him.
“And caring,” he said after a moment’s pause. “And loving.”
That was when it happened. It seemed to take a long time, and it seemed to happen all at once. Slowly, I raised my lips to his, and lowered his face to mine. I opened my lips, parting them to receive him, and he matched my movements as if we were committing to some unspoken dance. Before we connected, I could have sworn that my heart skipped a beat. His lips locked with mine, and then his hand was on my cheek, and my hand upon his chest, and I was adjusting myself so that I could more easily kiss him. Our lips did not part, leaving the kiss to be slow and sensual. I draped my arms around his neck, and in doing so pressed my chest against his, squashing my breasts a little and making me wish I didn’t have a bra so I could fully feel him. I moaned, just slightly, just quietly, and in response he locked his lips with greater passion and held me as if he would never let me go.
“What are we doing?” he asked as we finally parted after what felt like over a minute of kissing.
I stared into his eyes. They were so lovely, like the rest of him. His handsomeness was rugged, and when my chin and lips brushed against his facial hair it was indeed coarse, and yet something about that, too, was right.
“What we want,” I said. “What we both want.”
“We can still stop.”
His breath was on mine, our faces still so close together. He was examining me and my beauty as surely as I was examining his.
“Do you want to?”
Almost imperceptibly, he shook his head. “No. I don’t. I want you, Luna.”
“Then I want that too.”
“What if it’s a mistake?”
I drew even closer, our noses brushing against one another. My body ached for attention, burned for a man’s touch in a way I could never have imagined just a month and a half ago. It seemed like, in this moment, I was Luna, and Luke was all but forgotten.
“Then let’s make a mistake together,” I said, leaning past to breathe the words into his ear as sensually as I could.
The alcohol gave me liquid courage, perhaps both of us, because after saying that there was no more position. We were kissing again, but now it was more like making out. I had made out with women before, and gone through dry spells where I’d dreamed about making out with women. Now I was that woman, I found all the little details had changed. I yield to Aidan’s stronger touch, letting him help me remove my shirt and then my skirt. My dainty fingers fumbled with his belt buckle, and soon we had that off too. With one move, he literally ripped apart his own shirt, and two buttons pinged off. I giggled, but then the passion resumed immediately, our bodies coming together so that naked flesh could touch. He gripped me around my smaller waist, and I held his magnificently powerful shoulders. His beard brushed against skin as he nibbled at my ear and neck, but I didn’t mind it. It was so right.
“I want you. Get this off,” I begged.
With a single hand, he easily undid the straps of my bra. I was momentarily speechless until I remembered that this man had been a woman for nearly forty years until recently. And yet still it was the sexiest goddamn thing. I held the cups gingerly, smiling with a sheepish delight, and then I flung them away, releasing my C-cup breasts. They were, oddly, not as big as I wanted them to be in that moment, but that was purely because he was looking at them with lust and I wanted to please them. They were still ripe and full on my chest, pert and pretty.
“I have a whole new appreciation for breasts,” he said, his member almost throbbing in his pants.
“Show me. I want you to feel them up. I don’t know what it’s like.”
“Oh trust me, you’re going to enjoy it.”
I did. God I did. When he cupped my breasts and then began to rub his thumbs over my nipples, I involuntarily let out a moan. The sensitivity was wild, and even more so because this was a man who had experienced womanly pleasure, and so knew what he was doing.
“Oh G-God,” I managed.
“I can do more, if you want.
“P-please. It’s like little - ahhh - pulses of electricity. It’s - mmhm - so different!”
“Then you’ll love this.”
He hoisted me up with total ease and pressed his face into my bosom. For a moment I didn’t know what he was planning to do . . . until he planted his lips around my right nipple and flicked his tongue out against it, sucking on that most sensitive part. I moaned again, this time even louder.
“Holy sh-shit! You’re s-sucking on my tits! Mmhm!”
“Just one tit, but here’s the other . . .”
He swapped sides, this time drawing it out and flickering his tongue in a circular motion. It elicited even more sounds of pleasure from me, and then again when he used his spare hand to to pinch my free nipple softly, rotating his thumb and forefinger over it to tease out every ounce of pleasure.
“Ohhhh G-God . . . . mhmmm - don’t s-stop! Don’t s-stop!”
“Do you want to return the favour?”
“Y-yes!” I gasped, my voice even higher than usual, full of ecstasy. I instantly lowered a hand down to begin rubbing his member. It should have been repulsive to me, but instead I was getting even more aroused and wet from touching his big, hard dick. I gripped the band of his underwear and released it, widening my eyes just for a moment as I was reminded of what a monster he now had there.
“Holy shit.”
“I’ll say. Ughhh . . . keep going, Luna. That f-feels fucking good.”
“Well, you’ll love this.”
I cupped his balls even as he continued to suck on my tits. I fondled them very carefully, then rubbed the very stem before sliding my hands up his end to rub the head of his penis.
“F-fuck me, that feels like something damn else,” he muttered. He cupped both of my breasts and pressed them together, then lowered one hand past mine to feel my own crotch. I shivered with anticipation and momentary fear, and then his fingers were delicately sliding up and down, rubbing the most sensitive parts of my vulva and feeling my clitoris.
“Ohhh, mhmmm, holy sh-shit!”
“You like that, wait until I’m inside you.”
Nevermind. That was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard anyone say. I parted my legs a little, shifting so that he could help me remove my underwear.
“I can’t wait at all,” I moaned. “Fuck me. Fuck me with this.”
I stroke his cock again, loving the feel of its fleshy girth in my hand. What the hell would it even feel like inside me? Surely I was going too far? There was no way I would actually accept a man’s hard cock inside me, right?
But these questions only lasted a few mere seconds in my mind, because Aidan shifted me, and I moved with him willingly to the comfortably carpeted floor. We kissed tenderly, and then I felt something push against my outer entrance: he was rubbing his dick against my wetness, softening me up for penetration. Aidan looked to me for confirmation, and after a moment’s hesitation I nodded.
“Do it!”
He slipped inside me, parting my entrance and sliding slowly but surely into me. My eyes bulged, and for a few moments I was utterly breathless and utterly silent, unable to do anything but shake slightly as he penetrated ever deeper into my passage. It was unlike any sensation I had ever experienced. It was like being stabbed, or having a hard pole inserted into me. Only it wasn’t painful or invasive at all, and there was only a minor discomfort before his dick was enveloped in my juices and began to slide more easily. My vaginal clung to him, and I was shocked to realise I had muscled I could flex there, gripping him unconsciously and consciously, even as he reached his zenith.
“Ohhhhhhhh, G-Go-ooooood!” I cried, digging my nails into his shoulders. “That f-feels so f-fucking weird. But don’t you d-dare stop!”
“Had no intention of doing so, honey,” he said in his handsome drawl, and then he bucked just that little bit faster to surprise me. I swear, it was as if the end of his dick managed to stop just shy of my cervix.
He froze there, and so did I. We looked into each other’s eyes, as if fully realising what we were currently doing. But it was too late: my body was barely under my own control anymore, and any reason I might have possessed had been drained away and replaced with liquid courage instead. Slowly at first, and then with gathering speed, Aidan began to thrust into me, his incredible girth sliding almost all the way out before plunging all the way back in. I moaned, panting, losing my breath as he began to jackhammer away, penetrating me again and again and again. He kissed me, and all I could do was moan into his mouth in response, I was so lost in the sensations. He placed a hand over my breast, massaging it and increasing the pleasure, particularly as he pinched my nipples, making me give a little squeal.
“I’m close already,” he grunted, even as he fucked me. I gripped him with my thighs, resting my head back on the carpet as he continued to go so damn deep.
“A l-little longer!” I pleaded. “Just h-hold on! I’m n-nearly there! Ohhhhh! S-so close!”
“I can hold it, fuck! y'all are so tight, and so goddamn wet! I can’t believe how good it feels to be so p-powerful!”
“And I can’t believe - ahhh - how good it f-feels to have your big hard d-dick inside m-me! I’m s-so s-so -”
My eyes went wide. The sensations flooded over me. I had about a half-second warning before I had to grip my new lover with everything I had, including my vaginal muscles, in order to milk everything he had.
“Ohhhhhhhh! OHHHHHHH!!!”
I cried out in ecstasy, my entire body lit up with the fires of female pleasure. It coursed through me, blooming everywhere and setting me alight. Aidan took that as a sign to release, especially since my pussy would not let him go until he did. He thrusted and thrusted and then thrusted one final time.
And then he came within me.
It added yet another orgasm to my symphony of them. Something about feeling his hard rod pulse and throb within me, and his manly grunting, like that of a powerful bear. He gripped me tightly, one hand squeezing my surprisingly sensitive ass, and then I felt the warm flood of his seed pouring into me. One spurt. Two spurts. Three. It was being actively pumped full of his cum. I should have hated it, but instead I simply let out a long, whimpering groan.
“Ohhhhhhhhh yessssss, fill meeeeee . . .”
And Good Lord, he did. It felt like minutes before his body, and mine, finally calmed down. A woman’s pleasure was so much different to a man’s. The female orgasm was less immediately powerful, and took longer to achieve, but it came in magnificent recurring blasts that knocked me off my damn feet . . . well, it would have were I not so comfortable horizontal and with legs spread already. Either way, I was left panting, my breasts rising and falling, still-touchy nipples rubbing against his hairy chest.
With a grunt, Aidan pulled himself from me. I gasped; it was almost as alien a feeling as being entered! I could feel his cum issuing out of me a little, but I just needed some time in that post-coital bliss.
“We just did that,” Aidan said.
“Y-yeah,” I managed, still getting my breathing under control. “We just did that.”
“What does that mean?”
“I - I don’t know. I need to get cleaned up, I think.”
“We could . . .”
I looked to him, waiting to hear his suggestion. Aidan decided to continue.
“We could shower together?”
I looked down at myself. At the seeping semen slowly trickling down my thighs, at my still-stiff nipples, at my so-recently ravaged body.
“Sure,” I said, trying not to giggle. “It’s not like we haven’t gone all the way already, right?”
To Be Continued . . .
