This story is a work of fiction solely from the twisted mind of Chromex. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are of at least 18 years of age unless otherwise specifically mentioned. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or total, without the author's permission.
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I really couldn't get out of that mall fast enough. To my credit I did hold it together and not scream or freak out, I wanted to but I did not. I did, however, make it clear that I wanted to be anywhere else. I all but ran out to the truck with Tiffany and Mike barely able to keep up. "Sara," Tiffany asked once we were in the truck, "calm down, what has you so freaked out?" I didn't know what was going on but there were too many strange little coincidences to let me be calm about this. I took a few deep breaths to try and calm down before finally handing Tiffany the phone. Her eyes flew open and she did a double-take on the message. "Mike take us home" was all she said. Neither Tiffany nor I said anything for the rest of the drive.
"Ok girls, what in the fuck is going on? Sara, what has you so freaked out? What is the deal with that message," Mike asked as soon as we were inside the house. I knew I was going to have to come clean with him. I just didn't realize it would be so soon. How do you tell someone that the black-haired naked woman with the massive tits you saw earlier who, by the way, gave you a blowjob in a dressing room, used to be a guy? A guy who was changed into a woman by some kind of retrovirus from a glowing blue gecko. Fuck me.
"Mike, before I tell you why I am freaked out I need to get my boxes out of Tiffany's car and then I'm going to get changed. Once that is done I will explain everything, everything." It's funny, I had only known Mike a few hours but I was already feeling the loss of a friend. I was pretty sure he was freaking out, both over what I used to be and what happened. I looked over at Tiffany and had a feeling I would be uninviting myself from staying here. I had enough money to get a place of my own and I wouldn't let my issues come between brother and sister. I hadn't unpacked but I would need a ride to a hotel for tonight at least.
We brought my boxes in and set them in the bedroom where all my clothes from the hospital were put. I did like this house. The previous owners had converted the extra rooms into a second master bedroom with its own full bath. Digging through the boxes I found what I was looking for, my high school yearbook, my boot camp graduation book, and my favorite shorts and tank top. I quickly stripped down to my panties before pulling the shorts and tank top on. Yes they were extremely baggy and the tank top barely covered my breasts but these were my relaxation clothes. Okay, the tank top barely covered my tits as long as I didn't move too much.
Looking at the clock I realized I could take the bandages off my piercings and since I desperately did not want to go back out to the living room I decided to give them a cleaning first. Slowly pulling at the tape to make sure I didn't catch the hoop I stared in disbelief at my nipple. It was completely healed. I checked my two other piercings and they were the same. Instead of looking five hours old, they looked five years old. I replaced the tape and decided I could use this in my explanation. Grabbing the two books I headed back out to the living room.
"Mike, before I start I want you to know you're probably going to hear some things that will upset you. All I ask is that you let me finish and I will answer any question I can."
"You don't have to do this."
"Yes, Tiffany I do. When I said earlier that the two of you were my only friends I meant it. I've already decided to have my mom tell everyone I died in my sleep." Tiffany gasped and I saw tears start to form in her eyes. "Tiffany, I have been out of those people's lives for longer than I was in them. It's better this way. Because of this body, I'm having to walk away from everything and everyone I ever knew. People always talk about wanting a clean slate, well I can tell you a clean slate sucks ass. You lose everything that makes you who you are. Depending on the results of this conversation I'm already prepared to wipe the slate clean again as I refuse to let my issues get between the two of you"
Tiffany was in tears on the couch and Mike seemed to be teetering somewhere between pissed and confused. I walked over to Tiffany and wrapped my arms around her. "Tiffany," I whispered, "I don't want to leave but if Mike reacts badly it will be for the best. So no more tears, ok? Not until there is a reason for them." I gently kissed her face, tasting her salty tears. Moving to kiss her lips I found myself in the sweetest, most tender kiss I have ever experienced. It was tempting to just keep kissing her but I knew I owed Mike an explanation. "So are you willing to listen and not interrupt," I asked, turning to Mike.
"Yes," he said before settling back on the couch. The next few hours went slowly as my explanation depended as much on Tiffany as it did on me. We paused when the pizza we ordered for dinner showed up but as soon as the pizza was served we jumped right back in. I went over everything I could think of. Every coincidence, every amazingly convenient occurrence, every last little thing I could think of, got brought up. From the spectacle at the DMV to the ease of the bank, things just didn't make sense, till I suddenly remembered that Tiffany had said clothes started showing up about a year ago and Lisa had told me that base legal had received their orders to start researching my transition about the same time. It was all linked but why? I took the fact that Mike hadn't gotten up and ran out the front door as a positive sign. Finally finishing I looked at Mike expectantly hoping for if not a positive reaction but at least one of acceptance.
"Sara, come here." Crossing the room I straddled his lap and settled myself against him as his hands came to rest on my ass. "I'll admit it's a pretty wild tale and if you didn't have my sister here to back you up I'd say you were full of shit. Yes, part of me is completely freaked out right now. However, there is also a part of me that cannot deny that you are most certainly an incredibly sexy and talented woman and I can't blame you wanting to understand what the hell has happened to you. The fact that you are also accepting that you are no longer in the body you were born with and seem intent on enjoying the one you have is amazing. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy what happened in the dressing room and am hoping that wasn't a one-time deal." I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding and felt myself relax against him.
