The Bar 48

Not even a half hour after leaving the ice rink four of us took seats at the bar that is our favorite spot to unwind after a game. The time was 9 35. Spotting us in his side vision, the barkeeper paused his chat with a couple seated at the far end.

My bestie since our days playing hockey in high school Todd Simon took the first gulp from the beer mug before his eyes began wandering. It's no secret that he likes cruising.

Todd is a muscular red-haired dude. His short hair frames his green-eyed oval face. At 5 11 his eyes are four inches above mine.

"What," I challenged, seeing the sly grin on his face.

"Trying to picture you as a girl," he quipped.

"Where the hell is this coming from?"

The teasing remarks continued. "Those lips would be so kissable. I'm willing to bet that you would have a great set of boobs."

The remarks just didn't merit a response so I let them slide.

Jack and Ryan had also remained quiet.

I awoke at 7 on Saturday morning. By 7 05 my BVD briefs and teeshirt were inside the laundry basket. I stood under the warm shower caressing my body with Dial soap.

Suddenly my body was changing before my eyes. Spherical mounds were growing on my chest. My wrists and forearms were becoming thinner and the upper arms softer.

I didn't dare look down at my dick but it was going the way of frosty the snowman on a very warm day. Even my hips were changing shape.

Oh my fucking god what is happening to me? The question screamed inside my head. I stepped out of the tub and, without bothering to towel off, went to the mirror.

"Holy Shit," I screamed.

Why all of a sudden am I a C cup? I plopped down onto the edge of the tub and stared past my vagina at the tiled floor while pondering the questions. I need at least one girly outfit for now.

I can't just send my sister Alicia a text. She would never take it seriously. On the bright side, at least we're the same size.

About 9 AM I finally decided to video chat with my sister. I dawned a black teeshirt, its loose fit concealing my boobs. Just hours earlier the teeshirt fit snugly.

Alicia's face appeared on my phone.

"Stevie?"

"Yah it's me."

"You look very feminine."

"I saw this happening while I was taking my shower this morning."

"Not to worry," said Alicia, attempting to assure me that all is well.

About a half hour later I responded to a knock on the door.

There, standing in the doorway, was my sister holding a suit case.

"How would you like to have your body painted?"

"Painted," I questioned.

A graphics artist by profession, sis supplemented her income with body painting.

I thought for a few seconds while she opened the case that contained her paints and brushes.

"You can walk through town wearing just paint and nobody will know. People will think you're wearing tight jeans and a crop top."

What the hell, sounds like it might be fun.

Alicia loaded her brush with blue paint and started at my waist.

I stood next to the table quietly watching her work with apparent skill and attention to detail.

"Done," she remarked.

I had lost all track of time. She could've worked for an hour, perhaps much longer or less. Belt loops, metallic button, zipper flap, pockets and even tears in the thigh all added to the illusion of jeans.

"How about a top," I said, removing the teeshirt.

Alicia loaded her brush with black and started at my left shoulder creating a black strappy halter top. After a long time I turned in place giving her access to my back.

"Done," she said finally.

"I feel really good. I feel like going for a walk."

"Do you want company?"

"Sure," I said.

That bright sunny morning the thermometer registered 85 degrees. Pedestrians crowded the sidewalks and crosswalks. Cars parked along the curb on both sides of the street, meters tracking their time. Traffic seemed to crawl from signal to signal.

Dressed in purple-multi (PMU) off-the-shoulder top and white denim shorts, Alicia walked at my side. For me, walking nude under the sun felt totally normal.

We returned to Alicia's Toyota at a parking meter alongside a softball field. My sister noticed that the time had not expired. and felt relieved at not receiving a ticket.

We had been homeward bound for about half a minute give or take a couple of seconds. In the wink of an eye I was no longer nude. I tugged at the halter top confirming that it is not merely paint.

"Stefani I have to tell you something."

"Tell me what," I asked.

"You became a girl because I wanted it for you."

"Excuse me," I challenged.

"I always wanted a sister. I could no longer be without one so I used the power I have over you."

"This changes my whole life."

"You'll get used to it and I promise you will not regret it."

I can't play hockey anymore. I'll miss that.

"Join a girl's hockey team."

"I will," I replied.

I wonder if Todd Simon would be interested in me. He can jump on my bones anytime.

Seven years had elapsed since Todd and I graduated highschool. Of course I would know him but would he know me? After all, I was male when we last spent time together just days ago.

I decided to text him.

"Hey dude meet me at Tavern at say 5 30. I'll be sitting at the bar."

That afternoon saw me sitting at the end of the bar sipping Sam Adams from a mug.

I turned in time to see him approaching me.

"Todd Simon," I said, waving.

He may not have recognised me but he was never one to pass up an opportunity to meet a woman. He took a seat on my right.

"You look like someone I know."

"Someone you've known for a long time," I asked.

"A lot like a guy I went to high school with," said Todd.

"Someone like Steven Caruso," I asked.

"When did you undergo a sex change?"

"Very recently," I replied. "It's Stevie these days, or Stefani if you prefer."

We leaned into an open-mouthed kiss.

We struck up a conversation, the likes of which we Never had before.

I hadn't been inside Todd's apartment in quite a while, never as Stefani. Except for a watercolor painting of a beachfront cottage nothing new had been added to the decor.

By the light of one lamp on the nightstand I undressed while Todd watched from his pillow.

I was fully nude before he sat upright dragging his briefs down his legs.

"Is this the way you always imagined I'd be?"

Having said that, I knelt straddling his thighs. His palms covered my tits.

After a minute of this I lowered my face onto his lap sliding my lips nearly to the bottom of his dick. His soft moans registered his approval as I sucked him.

My lover rolled me onto my back. He rocked gently, his thick cock sliding easily in and out. My clit had become hard and swollen, my labia very wet. Seconds away from a powerful orgasm, I implored him hot to stop, to stay inside me.

My cum mingled with his as he backed away pulling his dick out of me.

"The sex is better than I imagined."

Huffing as I recuperated slowly, I flashed a toothy smile. A few seconds elapsed before I caught my breath.

"It was good for me as well."