Note – this includes gender change, lesbian sex, and attempted rape.
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They should have told me beforehand and should have given me all the details. Our family has what I call a curse, though most of the family members just think of it as our genetic anomaly. I grew up blithely unaware of it. My name was Gene and I turned 18 just before it hit. I did have a clue that there was something strange when I heard my mother talking with her sister.
“You really should tell him.”
“It doesn’t strike every individual.”
“It hits enough of us. He should have a warning.”
“If it affects him, I’ll tell him.”
They clearly didn’t know I was in the house. I walked into the kitchen where the two of them were. “If what affects who, you’ll tell him?”
The two of them looked at each other. My aunt spoke. “Our family has something like a genetic disorder.”
My mother quickly interrupted. “It’s nothing fatal and nothing crippling and it only affects some. You shouldn’t worry about it.”
“Just saying that kind of makes me worried.”
“I need to gather some material together and I’ll talk to you about it in a couple of weeks.”
“Why not now?”
“I need to get some things together.”
My aunt looked at her and shook her head and kind of snorted. My mother gave her a very dirty look. At that, my aunt got up.
“I think it’s time for me to head home.”
“Create a problem and leave me to deal with it.”
My aunt walked over and hugged me. “It will all work out regardless. It’s just a bit of an adjustment.”
“What kind of an adjustment?”
“Son, if it hits, it will all work out and we’ll both be here to support you.”
“Support me through what?”
“We’ll cover all that. I just need to be better prepared. Please just give me a little time.”
It was obvious that neither one of them was going to give me more information. My aunt left and my mother began making dinner. It was just the two of us since my father had left many years before. School had finished a few weeks before, and I had a couple of months before college classes would start. I tried, but nothing could convince my mother to tell me more.
I was kind of slight and shy and never was among the popular kids. I was probably the only kid in my class to graduate without ever having gone on a date. I liked girls, but seemed to freeze up any time I was anywhere near a cute one. I kept thinking that someday I’d get up the nerve to ask someone out. It just never seemed to happen.
A few days later, it was the full moon and for some reason, I felt weird. It made me wonder if I was some kind of werewolf or something. I didn’t feel quite right and went to bed early that night. I had the strangest dreams and in some of them I was pretty much as I had been, and in other dreams, I was actually a girl.
I woke up in the morning and felt even funnier. I normally woke up with morning wood, but didn’t feel that, instead as I moved, I felt things shifting on my chest. I looked and my chest seemed to have swollen up. I normally slept in a tee and boxer briefs, and pulled off the tee shirt. When I did, I saw two breasts on my chest. They weren’t massive, b-cup as it turned out, but were boobs.
I pulled down my boxer briefs to see, not my penis, but a vagina. I didn’t know what the hell was going on and jumped out of bed and ran out of the bedroom to find my mother. I was still topless, though I had my boxers on. As I went, I could feel that my hair was longer — not terribly longer, but longer still. My mother was in the kitchen, already dressed for work.
“What the hell is going on?”
“I hoped it would skip you. Sometimes it does, though we aren’t sure why.”
“I’m a girl? How did this happen?”
“It’s something that runs in our family.”
“Is this what you and Aunt Donna were talking about?”
“It is.”
“And now I’m going to be a girl?”
“It will probably only be for a month.”
“A month? I have to stay this way for a month?”
“After our 18th birthday, we may switch back and forth between genders until we settle on one gender.”
“I was settled on a gender. I was a boy. I liked being a boy.”
“And there’s no reason why you can’t go back to being a boy.”
“What the fuck am I supposed to do until then?”
“Watch your language, son. You spend the month being a woman.”
“Shit, shit, shit.”
“I think I have some things that will fit you, come with me. You need a bra for those breasts, and jeans that with fit a little better than your boy jeans.”
“I don’t want to wear a bra.”
“If you leave the house without one, you’ll attract the wrong attention.”
“I don’t want to leave the house.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
She took me by the hand and led me into her bedroom. She opened a drawer and pulled out a pretty plain light blue bra. She held it out and coaxed me to put my arms through the straps, then snapped it in front. It did at least keep my boobs from moving around on my chest so much, which helped. Then she got a pair of blue boyshort panties and handed them to me.
“I’m not wearing panties.”
“Just put the things on and don’t give me a hard time.”
I turned away from her, somewhat embarrassed and pulled down my boxers and pulled on the boyshorts. She had gone to the closet and pulled out a pair of jeans which she brought to me. She also brought a fairly neutral top. I stepped into the jeans which did fit decently but fumbled since they zipped differently. I pulled on the top and was at least decent, even if I felt weird as shit.
“For the next month, Gene is visiting relatives out of town. You’re Gene’s cousin Gina who is staying with me.”
“I have to do this for a month?”
“Until the next full moon.”
“It can’t come soon enough.”
“I have to get to work. We’ll talk more when I get home.”
“I’ll be here. I don’t plan on going anywhere like this.”
“Have a nice day, Gina dear.”
She kissed me on the cheek and left. I went to my room and got running shoes and socks, which mercifully still fit well. I didn’t want anyone to see me, but as I thought about it, realized that being stuck in the house for a month without leaving would be a major drag. What’s the old phrase, ‘damned if you do, and damned if you don’t’? That’s about how I felt.
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I was sitting on the sofa, watching cable and vegging out, when the doorbell rang. I got up and walked to the door without even thinking. I opened the door to see my friend Jake standing there. He saw me and first did a double take, then had the biggest grin I’ve ever seen him have. He looked me over carefully and at length and I was more than sorry that I’d answered the door.
“I’m Gina, Gene’s cousin. He’s staying with my parents for a month while I stay with his mother.”
“Well, well, well, Gina, I’m very pleased to meet you. I’m Jacob, Gene’s best friend.”
“It’s just me here right now, and I’m…”
“We have to make sure Gene’s cousin has a warm welcome to town.”
“Gene isn’t here and his mother should be back soon.”
“She’s probably at work and won’t be back until this evening.”
“I don’t feel comfortable letting you in if no one else is here.”
“My twin sister Rachel is at home, and we only live a couple of blocks away. Why don’t you hang with us for a while?”
“I don’t really know the town or anyone here, so I don’t think I should.”
That was obviously a lie since I knew the town very well. I’d lived my whole life there. I also knew that Jake thought of himself as quite the lady’s man and dated lots of girls and if his boasts were even half right, had slept with quite a number of them. I didn’t want to have Jake or anyone else get into the panties that I now seemed to be wearing.
“Let me call my sister.”
I liked Rachel. She and Jake were 18 as I was, though she never seemed to have the slightest interest in me. Where Jake dated lots of girls though not usually for long, Rachel did very little dating. I figured I didn’t want to do any dating either, and certainly not with the likes of Jake. He dialed his cell phone as we stood there.
“Hey sis, I’m over at Gene’s house and he isn’t there but he has a female cousin visiting.”
Jake handed the phone to me.
“I’m Gina, Gene’s cousin.”
“I’m Jake’s sister Rachel. I can imagine you don’t want much to do with that would-be Casanova. I’m home though, so if you want to come over we can hang and I’ll run interference with my brother.”
“That sounds good.”
Jake grabbed the phone back from me and talked with Rachel a little more. Finally he put his phone away and turned back to me.
“Come on. I’ll drive us over to my place.”
His place isn’t all that far, but he had his car there so I got in. He started driving, and I realized something was off.
“This isn’t the way to your place.”
“I thought you were from out if town.”
“I was here several years back and learned a little bit about town, and Gene told me where you live.”
“We’re just taking the scenic route.”
“No we aren’t.”
He had to stop for a stop sign and I opened the door and started to get out. He started to move forward as I tried to get out.
“Either take me directly to your place or let me out.”
“Okay, okay. You win.”
He turned around and started heading toward his house. I realized that he had been heading to an area where a lot of couples went to make out, or even go further, and I had no intention of letting him do that. He drove us to his place and parked and we went in. Rachel was there, which was a relief, and she grabbed me and we went off to her room.
“What took so long to get here?”
“Jake tried heading off somewhere else.”
“That slimy bastard. I’m not surprised.”
“It kind of surprised me, but I figured it out fast enough.”
“So you’re Gene’s cousin? He hasn’t even talked about have a female cousin.”
“We don’t really spend much time together.”
“Since he’s at your place and you’re here, you’re not spending time together now.”
“It was kind of sudden.”
“I thought Jake talked to Gene yesterday and he didn’t say he was doing anything like this.”
“Some things are just spur of the moment.”
“Gene hardly seems like a spur of the moment kind of guy.”
“It was kind of a surprise to him too.”
At that point my phone began to ring. I pulled it out of my pocket and saw it was Jake calling. Now I had to explain why I had Gene’s phone.
“There was kind of a mix up, Jake, and I have Gene’s phone.”
“I’d like to call him. Can you give me a number where I can reach him?”
“He and I have similar phones, which is how it got mixed up. I tried calling him earlier and I think my phone is dead.”
“He’s bound to charge it again. Give me the number and I’ll call it later.”
“My phone has been really flaky lately, it may have died altogether.”
“That’s kind of inconvenient.”
“Yeah, really.”
I hung up the phone and put it back in my pocket. Rachel looked at me funny.
“I can see the family resemblance.”
“Yeah, a few relatives say we almost look like brother and sister.”
“So are you seeing any guys at present?”
“I’m not really looking to date at this time.”
“Okay. You know, you’re about my size, why don’t we try on some clothes?”
“You think we should?”
“Sure. Why not? It’ll be fun.”
Rachel and I were about the same size, which made me think. My mother and I are not the same size, yet she had clothes to fit me. She must have expected this and prepared for it by buying some women’s clothes in my size. That made me a little upset at my mother, since she could have warned me. I’m not sure I’d have believed her before it happened, but still warning would have been nice.
I wasn’t sure I wanted to take my clothes off around Rachel. Sure we were both women now, but I felt even more body shy as a woman than I had as a man. Still, it was a chance to spend time with a girl who I thought was cute, even though as Gene, she had no interest in me. And if we both tried on clothes, I’d get to see her partly or fully undressed.
“I’ll try things on as long as you do too.”
“Of course.”
She went in her closet and came out with a cute dress. I really wasn’t happy about wearing a dress, but I didn’t want to start out with an argument. She handed me the dress and I took off my top and my jeans. Rachel looked at me and of course saw that neither my legs nor underarms were shaved. She smiled and shook her head.
“Jeans and top told me you might be a little butch. No shaving makes it clear you’re more butch than I thought.”
“Honestly, dresses and skirts aren’t usually my thing.”
“Try it on. We just won’t wear it out of this room.”
She had to help me put it on and get it zipped up. Since it was sleeveless, my lack of shaving was quite apparent. Still I looked in the mirror and was surprised how cute it looked on me. Rachel had taken off her top and the shorts she was wearing. Where I had on boyshort panties, she wore bikini panties that were lacy and hot as hell. She also had on a lacy bra and it was all I could do not to stare and drool.
She helped me back out of the dress, but then had a tube top and some cute jeans. The tube top meant I’d have to take off my bra, but mercifully it was a front snap bra and once my mother had shown me how it worked it wasn’t so bad getting in or out of it. I unsnapped it and my little b-cup boobs came free. I was embarrassed, but Rachel and I were both girls now.
I put on the tube top and it was a little loose on me. Rachel has c-cup boob compared to by b-cup and I had some extra material. Mercifully, I had enough in the way of a chest to keep it up, but it was not as flattering on me as on Rachel. She looked at me and smiled and I pulled it back off and put my bra back on. She then handed me a top that was pretty low cut. I was kind of embarrassed to have my titties out there. She pulled off her bra and put on the tube top and it was very nice on her.
“Normally, I wear a strapless bra with this, but it’s just us girls.”
I might be a girl, but I had to work not to stare and drool over her in that top. She handed me a pair of low cut jeans. I put them on but the top of my boyshorts was visible above the waistband.
“We need to get you some better panties. Take that mess off.”
I pulled the jeans off. In spite of my body shyness, I pulled off my boyshorts. I had a kind of shaggy bush between my legs, the same light brown as my hair. Rachel handed me a sexy pair of low cut panties and I put them on, followed by the low rise jeans. Those jeans really made me look sexy, not that I wanted guys to look at me that way.
“That is so much better than those mom jeans you were wearing.”
“They do look cute.”
“You need to borrow them and wear them. Even if you’re butch, you need to look cuter.”
At that point there was a pounding on the door.
“You’re hogging our visitor.”
“We’re changing clothes. We’ll be out when we’re ready.”
Rachel put on a pair of yoga pants, and with the tube top, she looked sexy as hell. I took off the low cut top and put my tee back on, though I kept on the low rise jeans. Honestly, I’d much rather stay in her room trying on clothes with Rachel than go out and be with Jake, but I guessed I’d need to be social with him as well.
We finished dressing again, and went out into the living room where Jake was sitting, watching some violent action movie. Normally, I’d have loved watching it with him, but it just didn’t seem the same today. Did my body change affect my personality as well? I looked over at Rachel and she scowled and shook her head when she saw what was on television.
“Bro, if you want Gina and I to hang with you, you need to put on something better than that shit.”
“Gene and I love watching this.”
“Maybe, but this is Gina, not Gene.”
“Hey, I managed to score some vodka. How about I fix us some drinks?”
“You’re not getting me drunk, and I’m not letting you get Gina drunk either.”
“Like you never drink any alcohol.”
“When I feel like it and when I know no one’s going to try to get someone drunk and jump their bones.”
“I’m not trying to do that to you.”
“No, but you’d do it to Gina.”
“Well, I mean, only if…”
“You thought you could get away with it.”
“So what are you, her mother?”
“If anyone jumps her bones, it’s going to be me.”
I looked at Rachel. I wasn’t sure if she was kidding. I knew she didn’t date a lot of guys, but I never thought she was a lesbian. Was she just pulling Jake’s chain and mine? Did she really have a sexual interest in me? As Gene, I’d have loved nothing more than to make love to her. Now that I was Gina, did I still want that?
“Shit, sis, trying to turn her into another rug muncher?”
“You’re just jealous because you want to fuck her.”
I spoke up about that time. “He tried taking me off somewhere else instead of coming here.”
“I’m not at all surprised.”
“You can’t fault a guy for trying.”
“You brought her here, but she’s mine now.” Rachel turned to me and smiled seductively. “Unless that’s not what you want.”
I stood there, open mouthed, not knowing what to say. I know I didn’t want Jake to fuck me, but I wasn’t even sure what to do with Rachel. As I stood there, she stepped closer to me, wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close. When her lips touched mine, it was electrifying, and I couldn’t help but kiss her back. We stood there kissing as Jake sat on the sofa, staring at us.
“Shit, girls. If you’re going to do that, go back in your room.”
“That sounds good to me. What do you think, Gina?”
“Okay.”
She kept an arm around me and walked us back to her bedroom. I couldn’t believe this was happening, and apparently neither could Jake. I looked at he sat on the sofa looking totally shocked. She walked us into the bedroom, closed the door behind us, and locked it. She walked us over to the bed, kissed me again, then stopped and looked at me.
“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I was just tired of Jake’s bullshit, and I do think you’re cute, even if a bit hairy.”
“I think you’re pretty, I’ve just never been with anyone before.”
“Neither men nor women?”
“No one at all.”
“If you want to try this, we can stop any time you’re uncomfortable.”
“I’d like to.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to fuck Jake?”
I made a terrible face and shook my head. She gently pushed me back onto the bed and lay down beside me. She leaned over me and began to kiss me. I eagerly kissed her back reveling in the kind of intimacy that I’d dreamed of but never had. Along the way, the thought was in the back of my mind that this might feel too good to give up. I put that out of my mind and just enjoyed it all.
As we kissed, she caressed my breasts through my top and bra. It felt wonderful and I marveled at the feel of her hands on my love mounds. She paused to pull off her tube top and I tentatively reached out to touch her boobs. I had never touched any woman’s mammaries, not even my own, I mean I’d only had them for a few hours but I felt like I was in another world.
Rachel pulled off my top and I unsnapped my bra and shrugged it off. She pulled my head towards one of her nipples and I opened my lips and took it between them. I was astounded. I had only been a girl for a few hours and here I was kissing another girl, touching her breasts and now sucking on them. A thought passed through my mind that I didn’t want this to end.
I’d spent eighteen years as a boy and felt normal and natural as one, but now that was being swept away by lying there with Rachel. That’s not to say that I wanted to be a woman — far from it. Still I was enchanted by the feeling of being a woman and being pleasured by another woman. I never stopped to think about the implications of it all, I just enjoyed it.
Rachel stroked my head as I kissed and sucked on her titty while fondling the other one. She moaned as I did that, but after a while shifted me over to the other boob. I enjoyed it as much as I’d enjoyed its partner, and Rachel seemed to want me to keep sucking on her breasts, which I was more than happy to do. I’m not sure how long I nibbled on her, but after I while she pushed me off.
“That was nice, but now it’s time for me to return the favor, and more.”
With that, she pushed me onto my back on her bed and assaulted my mammaries. She kissed and licked all around the one before doing the same to the other. She had yet to even get to the nipples which were hard and just begging for her attention. I was panting and wanting desperately for her to do more. Soon she took one nipple in her lips, first just sucking on it, then biting it lightly.
As much as I wanted to shriek at it all, I knew Jake was in the other room and didn’t want him to hear. I squirmed as she made love to my breasts, and felt there could not possibly be greater pleasure in life. Before I even realized it, Rachel had unzipped the jeans I had on. She lifted on my hips and I raised them from the bed, and she pulled jeans and panties down in one smooth motion.
She spread my legs as soon as she had my clothes completely off, then slowly kissed her way from my boobs down to the forest between my legs. I had no idea what to expect, when she licked straight up the center of my pussy. It was all I could do to keep from screaming from the pleasure of it all. She licked and licked, getting ever deeper into my sweetness with each pass.
She found what I learned was my clit and began to lick and suck that as she slid a finger deep in my snatch. She finger fucked me while licking my button and my quim and I was almost incoherent with ecstasy. I had paid as little attention as possible to my female parts as I worked my way through this day, and now they were taking a starring role with Rachel.
I could feel my cunt tighten on her finger as waves of my climax rippled through my body. As I came down from the heights, Rachel was beside me, kissing me as she had at the start of all this. Her lips had an odd taste, which I realized was my flavor. I reached down between her legs and her yoga pants were soaked with her juices.
“Can I do the same thing to you that you just did to me?”
“I was hoping you would.”
“I can’t promise I’ll be as good.”
“Whatever you do, I think I’ll like.”
With that, she rolled on her back and lifted her hips. I pulled off her yoga pants and panties to see a pussy that was shaved except for a little landing strip above it. As I pulled everything off her, she spread her legs wide. I moved down near the center of her being and got a whiff or her aroma. I was captivated and her scent made me want to possess her as completely as I could.
I knew she licked up the center of my twat, so I did the same to her and got my first taste of the intimate Rachel. The taste was somewhat similar to my own, though distinct in itself. I began to lick again and again to get as much of that as I could. Her labia began to spread and I got my tongue between them. I only wished my tongue were longer so I could have gotten it even deeper into her.
As I licked, a bump appeared at the top, and I remembered that she had licked a spot at the top of my cunt that had given me great pleasure. I kissed it and took it between my lips in addition to licking it like I’d never have the chance again. She seemed to respond to that, and I could hear her soft moans. Much like she’d done with me, I put a finger in her and she started to move her hips, almost fucking my finger.
I took that as a sign to move my finger in and out of her and I heard some very satisfied moans from Rachel. I felt her lift her feet and was worried I’d done something wrong, until I felt them close on my shoulders and pull me tighter to her. I felt the walls of her vagina tighten on my finger as her stomach muscles rippled below me and she almost seemed to whine as she had her orgasm.
I kept licking her until I felt her legs release me and she reached down to pull me back up her body. We spent a long time just kissing and touching each other with our legs and arms intertwined. I could hardly tell where I ended and she began and I felt that was truly how it should be, and how I wanted it to be. Finally, she paused, rolled onto her back and pulled my head to her shoulder.
As a boy, I was still a virgin, and even as a girl, I’d never been with a boy, and frankly never wanted to be. What I’d felt and experienced with Rachel was more than I could ever have expected or wanted. I think we may even have drifted off to sleep holding each other. I came to consciousness to hear my phone chiming in the pocket of my jeans. I reached over to answer it, to find it was my mother.
“Gene — I mean Gina — where are you?”
“I’m spending time with Rachel, Jake’s sister, over at their house.”
“And here I thought you’d never leave the house.”
“Rachel and I were hanging out and trying on some clothes.”
“Dinner is going to be ready soon.”
“Okay, I’ll head on home. See you soon, mom.”
“Rachel heard the conversation and found it interesting. “You call her ‘mom’?”
“She’s Gene’s mother and my aunt, but she asked me to call her ‘mom’ while I’m staying with her.”
“Curious that your aunt would want you to call her ‘mom’, and you’d fall into that so easily.”
“She’s kind of a substitute mother for me for the next month.”
“Go ahead and borrow those jeans and panties. They make you look a lot cuter and it gives you a reason to come back.”
“I have lots of reasons to come back — not just the clothes, but what we do without them.”
“That was good, but I’ll bet with practice it can be better.”
“It’s hard to believe anything could be better than that.”
“So does that mean I’ll be your summer fling?”
“Ii wish it could be more than just a summer fling.”
“I guess we’ll need to see, though mostly I think that depends on you.”
I put Rachel’s low rise panties and jeans back on, along with my bra and top. Rachel dressed also, though since her yoga pants were sodden, she had to wear something different.
“You know that’s all your fault.”
“How can I possibly make it up to you?”
“Maybe by doing it again.”
“It’s a little late today, but how about tomorrow?”
“It’s a date.”
“I’ve never really had a date before.”
“Then maybe we should have some clean fun before we have our dirty fun.”
“There’s nothing I’d like better.”
“We’ll just have to tell my brother to buzz off.”
It wasn’t that far, but Rachel gave me a ride home. My mother knew Jake pretty well, but had never met Rachel. Mom gave us both some funny looks and when Rachel left she gave me a long passionate kiss, which I greedily returned.
“That looked like more than just two girls hanging out together.”
“There’s nothing wrong with that, is there?”
“Not if you want to be my daughter.”
“I didn’t think — I — uh — am not sure I want to do that.”
“But maybe you aren’t quite as sure as when you woke up this morning.”
“It’s just for a month.”
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Mom took me shopping that evening so I’d have a few more female clothes for my month as a girl. It was going to only be a month, right? I didn’t want any skirts or dresses, but went for low rise jeans like Rachel had loaned me, instead of the mom jeans I’d gotten from my mother. Since my jeans were low rise, I had to get scantier panties to go with them.
Since my jeans and panties were sexier, mom had me get some sexier bras. I guess that would have bothered me, except for thinking about having Rachel take the bras off me. That gave me some thrills and I could feel a little wetness between my legs at the thought. Instead of my regular tees, I got a couple of vee neck tees — not that I wanted to show my boobs to anyone but Rachel.
It was strange, since ordinarily I’d have been humiliated to be buying or wearing girly things, even if they were still pretty butch. Now it felt right and I wanted to wear those things for Rachel. I still mostly wore old tennis shoes, but got some short socks to wear with them instead of my regular socks. That morning, I had wanted to look as much like a boy for my girl month as possible, but now I wanted to dress to please Rachel. I think my mother understood that, which was embarrassing in itself.
“I always wanted to be able to go shopping with a daughter, but you were my only child. Now I get that though.”
“It’s only for a month though.”
“Your little girlfriend will be so disappointed at that.”
“I told her I was only visiting for a month.”
“You could invite her over for a sleepover at our place.”
The idea of being able to spend the whole night with Rachel really made my pussy tingle. My mind went back to that afternoon, and I began to relive part of that standing right there in the store. I had to shake my head to clear it, otherwise I don’t know where my mind would have gone.
“Are you sure about that?”
“I know what you’ll be doing, I just expect you to keep it quiet.”
“You think we…”
“I could smell it on you both when you came home. And the goodbye kiss would have told me anyhow.”
“I don’t… it’s just…”
“It’s okay. As a guy, you’ve been so shy that it’s nice seeing you do anything, even as a woman, with another woman.”
“I’m worried. How do I know I’ll end up as a guy after switching?”
“We aren’t really sure. The only thing we know is that everyone is happy with what they end up as.”
“So if I’m happy as a guy, that’s how I should end up?”
“If you’re happier as a boy than as a girl, that would make sense.”
“I’ve always been a boy. Why wouldn’t I be happier as a boy?”
“You have a month to try out being a girl to see if you like that.”
“So I have to spend the whole month as a girl?”
“I think you enjoyed today, so it might not be too bad.”
“It’s kind of scary though.”
“So are you going to invite Rachel to spend the night?”
“She’d probably say ‘no’.”
“After the kiss she gave you, I doubt that.”
“I don’t know. I don’t feel right.”
“Tell her I invited her. That way if she says ‘no’, it’s me she’s rejecting, not you.”
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I called Rachel to tell her that my mother invited her to spend the night at our place.
“How do you feel about that?”
“I’d love it.”
“But she invited me instead of you doing it?”
“I love being with you. I just wasn’t sure how that would go over.”
“Does she understand we may do more than sleep?”
“She’d expect us to be quiet — kind of like we did around Jake.”
“He still knew and gave me some shit about it.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You’re worth taking a little shit. I hope you think I am too.”
“For sure, and even more than a little.”
“I’m sure he’ll give you some grief too.”
“Just because he’s my best… girlfriend’s brother… doesn’t mean I’m going to let his opinion affect how I feel about you.”
“Your best girlfriend? How many do you have?”
“Just you. I’m not sure what I was trying to say.”
“I’m just sorry that you’re only here for a month.”
“I don’t have much control over that, but I might be back a month later.”
“Did you have any plans for tomorrow?”
“No, but I’d love to spend it with you.”
“Lunch and a movie?”
“Great.”
“Are you going to wear the jeans I loaned you?”
“My mo… my aunt bought me a few things including some cuter jeans.”
“Your aunt — why would your aunt need to buy you clothes?”
“My — uh — suitcase got lost on the flight. A thousand miles is a long way to be without panties.”
“A thousand miles. Where did you say you were from?”
“I — uh — am from — uh — Atlanta.”
“I didn’t think Atlanta was a thousand miles away.”
“Sorry, just my bad attempt at a joke.”
“I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning around ten.”
“That’s wonderful.”
“You know, before this is over, I’ll know all your secrets. You can’t hide anything from me.”
“I’m not… trying to hide… things.”
“Everybody’s got something to hide.”
I was terrified by the idea that Rachel might figure out I was Gene, who based on some weird genetic quirk was Gina for a month. Of course that assumed I’d change back to Gene at the end of the month. I still wasn’t sure how or why I might be one or the other and my mother had been pretty vague about it. I was also torn between wanting to go back to being Gene, and enjoying being Gina with Rachel.
I knew I liked girls and didn’t want to be with any guy, but I had that with Rachel. And when I changed back to Gene, I’d go back to being a shy virginal boy who was afraid to ask a girl for a date. But what iff I stayed Gina and then Rachel got tired of me? I’d have the body I don’t want, and still be alone and lonely. It would be like the worst of both worlds.
I was beginning to wonder who I was and what I really wanted. Rachel had made it clear she really only wanted to be with other women. So if I changed back to Gene, I had zero chance with her. But what if she realized I had been Gene, would she dump me, even though I was Gina now? How long could I continue to hide the fact that I was also Gene?
My mother had not told me anything about her experience when she was my age. Had she gone through this? Was she a boy or a girl before this happened? How would I feel if I found out my mom had been a boy and turned into a girl before she got pregnant with me? Was our family weirdness why my father left before I ever got to know him?
“Why didn’t you warn me about this before it happened to me?”
“I wasn’t certain it would happen.”
“But you had clothes to fit me.”
“I had to be prepared just in case.”
“Did you go through this?”
“I did.”
“What about your sister?”
“She did, as well.”
“Did you grow up as girls?”
“I did.”
“But your sister didn’t?”
“She used to be my little brother.”
“Why did you stay a girl, but she didn’t stay a boy?”
“We aren’t sure.”
I couldn’t really get anything more from my mother. It was getting to be late and I went to bed. I just wore panties and a long tee to bed, though it was hard to get comfortable. When I laid on my side, I felt my breasts, and it really brought it home that I was at least temporarily female. I tried laying on my stomach and felt my boobs pressing into the mattress, so I ended up sleeping on my back.
In my dreams, I was a girl and spending time with Rachel and making love to her. In some dreams, I was still a woman, but had guys hitting up on me. I never seemed to have any dreams of me as a guy. When I woke and realized that, it bothered me. If my dreams were all of me as a female, did that mean I was going to remain that way?
In the morning I woke and showered. I hadn’t bathed as a female before and wasn’t used to washing titties or pussy. It got me a little turned on, both from the feel of having those things touched, and from the knowledge that I was touching those, even if they were my own. I put on a pair of my new jeans and sexier panties and bra and a modest top.
I thought about shaving underarms and legs, since most women seem to, but it felt weird and the hair hadn’t seemed to bother Rachel yesterday. I did take some scissors and trimmed my bush a little. No shaving there either, but I didn’t want it quite as long and unruly. I brushed my hair, but mom had not pushed me toward makeup and I didn’t want any.
Rachel came by around ten and she checked out my outfit, as well as the new clothes I gotten and she approved of them. We did spend a little time kissing and such, before we went to lunch. She drove us to what was my favorite place, because the hamburgers are wonderful. Since I wasn’t supposed to know much about town, I merely said how much I enjoyed it, after we’d eaten.
There was a slightly edgy romance movie playing with a lesbian love affair at the center of the story. There was no shortage of skin at some spots in the tale. We sat in back, and Rachel put up the armrest so we could cuddle as we watched it. As the movie heated up, Rachel began to touch me more often and more intimately, so I touched her as well. We got about as intimate as we could in a public movie theatre.
After the movie, we headed straight back to my house and went straight to the bedroom. My mother would still be at work for another couple of hours, so we could have whatever fun we wanted. Given that mom had okayed Rachel spending the night, I suppose she effectively gave us freedom to make love anyhow. It was still nice to have the place to ourselves this time.
I’d had some rock and metal posters on the wall of my bedroom, but took them down before Rachel came over. I wanted the room to be more Gina’s room than Gene’s, and some of it just didn’t feel quite the same as it had before. Did the gender change alter more than my body parts? I wasn’t sure, though I knew I still had no interest in guys.
We went in the bedroom and shut the door. I didn’t expect mom to come home, but no reason to chance it. I didn’t even think to lock it. Rachel was in a sexy pair of jeans with a top that was far sexier than mine. She had both off very quickly, and she wasn’t wearing a bra. She had on cute panties and took them off quickly as well.
Rachel pulled my top off and I undid my front snap bra and let that fall off too. By that time, she had unzipped my jeans and she pulled down jeans and panties with one smooth move. I couldn’t believe we were going that fast, but she kissed me and pulled me on the bed on top of her. I kissed my way to her ear, which I nibbled on, then down her neck.
I didn’t rush but slowly kissed my way down her neck and across the top of her chest to her love mounds. I zoned in on her right one with my mouth as I began to stroke the other one with my right hand. Instead of heading straight for the nipple, I licked and kissed my way all around it, working my way to the center and the luscious treat waiting there.
I gave her nipple my full attention and it seemed to appreciate it, standing tall and firm and begging for my lips. Rachel seemed to similarly enjoy the attention and stroked my head as I worshipped her breasts. I moved between them and tried to give them both the proper attention as I enjoyed pleasuring them. She came to at least one climax before I slowly kissed my way down her torso.
She had a tight belly and I kissed back and forth across it, including tickling her belly button with my tongue. I worked my way down to her mons venus, where I paused before kissing every inch of it, then running my tongue up the center of her slip to her little button which was already peeking out of its hiding place.
I switched back and forth between tantalizing her labia and paying homage to her clit. With her legs, she pulled me tight to her inestimable sweetness. At that moment, there was nowhere on earth that I’d rather be than between her legs giving her the kind of pleasure that had her rocking the bed and moaning.
She had at least two more peaks of rapture before she released me and pulled me up, rolling me on my back and getting on top of me. Part of me knew this could only continue until I returned to being Gene, but that return was the farthest thing from my mind as Rachel and I made love. She got up and I was worried that she was finished, until she lay back down with her face over my pussy and her pussy over my face.
She brought me to three orgasms, while I brought her to another one or two. She flipped around and rolled on her side and I rolled on my side to face her. We spent a long time just kissing and touching. As much as we both loved it, eventually she lay on her back and pulled me over so my head lay on her chest near her sweet boobs. We dropped off to sleep until we heard my mother return from work.
We both quickly dressed and went out to greet her. My mother seemed pleased to see Rachel there and I could tell just from her demeanor that she knew Rachel and I had been making love at great length. We talked at dinner and mom tried to be careful not to say that I was Gene, or talk about me in a way that made it clear that I was. We watched television for a while before returning to bed and more love making.
Rachel and I spent a lot of time together over the next two weeks — both day and night, though not every minute. My mother seemed very pleased that I was doing something other than hiding out at home, which had been my original intention after my metamorphosis. I found myself starting to fall in love with Rachel, which was disconcerting since I expected to change back in a couple more weeks.
I had no idea how many times I might expect to change, so I could spend a month as Gene and be back to being Gina for a month after that. How would Rachel feel about only seeing Gina every other month? How in hell would I cope with college classes changing genders every other month? Someone was bound to notice.
One day, Rachel told me she had some family things she had to take care of, but that she would see me later. I basically chilled out at home. I went out with Rachel, or less often with my mother, but never went out alone as Gina. As I sat at home, there was a knock at the door. I didn’t expect anyone but opened the door to see Jake.
“Rachel wants to meet you at a party and asked me to give you a ride there.”
“She didn’t say anything to me about a party.”
“She’s been tied up, but I’ll make sure everything is okay until she gets there.”
“Let me give her a call.”
I tried calling Rachel, but got no answer. Jake seemed pretty cool about it, so I let him drive me to the party. It was at the house of a guy I knew, though not real well, and not at all as Gina. Once we got to the party, I said I needed to use the bathroom and excused myself. While I was there, I texted Rachel that we were at Rick Madison’s house waiting for her.
I came out and Jake had a beer for himself and me. I drank the occasional beer at home, with my mother’s permission, but had no intention of drinking very much. I sipped it very slowly, though Jake kept telling me I should drink it down and enjoy myself. I had no intention of letting Jake get me drunk. After a little while, I began to feel woozy.
Jake said I probably needed to lie down and rest until Rachel arrived. He helped me get up and took me into a bedroom. Once there, he laid me down on the bed and unzipped my jeans. I was largely out of it but was not happy about that. I was even less happy, when he pulled my jeans and panties off me. Sadly, I seemed unable to do anything to stop him.
I had little sense of time but it seemed as though very quickly, Jake had his pants and boxers pulled down and was ranging over me. I just knew I had been drugged and was about to be date raped. Before he stuck his cock in me, I heard a loud smack, followed by a yelp from Jake, with him falling over on one side away from me. I looked up to see Rachel holding a cricket bat with an angry expression.
“You sorry son of a bitch. You lied to my girlfriend to lure her here, then was about to rape her.”
“She was… I didn’t…”
“If you weren’t my brother, I’d cut your nuts off and feed them to you.”
“It’s not what you…”
“Get your rotten ass away from me and Gina or I’ll rip your fucking face off.”
I heard and could feel Jake move away from me. I tried to sit up, but really couldn’t. I think I heard Jake leave the room and the door slam shut. Rachel turned me with my legs hanging off the side of the bed and slid my panties and jeans as far on as she could. She managed to get them mostly on me then stood me up and finished it.
She walked me out of the bedroom and through the party. She was still brandishing that cricket bat and people sort of cleared out of her way. She got me out of that house and into the passenger seat of her car. I was still pretty doped up but was awake and aware and could talk some though perhaps without my usual caution. She got in and drove us away from that shit show.
“I’m glad you texted me where you were. I’d have had trouble finding you otherwise.”
“I can’t believe my best friend that I’ve known from grade school would do that.”
“Your best friend since grade school?”
“When we were in Miss Parker’s class in fifth grade.”
“I was in that class too.”
Something told me to just shut my mouth for a little while. I leaned back in the seat as Rachel drove us to my house. I couldn’t even tell you how long it took or what route we took. When we got to my place, Rachel helped me out of the car and inside the house. My mother was there and the two of them sat me down on the sofa.
“Thank you so much for rescuing Gina.”
“Gina is Gene, isn’t she?”
“What makes you think that?”
“She can’t hide things as well when she’s like this, and there’ve been little hints all along anyhow.”
“But Gene was a boy and Gina is a girl.”
“Believe me, I know Gina is a girl. How is this even possible?”
Mom begged Rachel not to tell anyone, then told her about our genetic anomaly and the family curse.
“How would she end up either as a woman or man?”
“We aren’t certain but think it has to do with sexual activity.”
“So the face that Gina and I have been lovers…?”
“We are pretty sure that a female having sex with a male will stay female, and a male having sex with a female will stay male. We haven’t dealt with lesbian sex, so we aren’t sure about that.”
“Does Gina know?”
“We weren’t sure what would happen, and I didn’t want to skew her behavior, so I never told her.”
“So she may well end up staying as Gina.”
“Whatever happens, please be kind to her.”
I guess they figured since I was drugged, I wouldn’t remember what they said, but I found it burned into my brain. Mom and Rachel helped me into bed and got me mostly undressed, though they left me in tee shirt and panties. Rachel laid down bedside me, wearing the same thing and spooning me. I went to sleep pretty quickly. I woke up alone in bed in the morning. I came out to find mom in the kitchen, dressed for work.
“Rachel spent the night here, but dressed and left as soon as she woke up.”
“Why didn’t you tell any of what you knew about my condition?”
“Most people would be freaked out by that.”
“And I might have been, but at least I’d have known what to expect.”
“I did what I thought was best for you.”
“I’d never have made love to Rachel, if I thought that meant I’d stay a woman. I need to call her.”
“She said she’d be by later. And you realize that the number of times you’ve made love to Rachel, if lesbian sex cements it, it’s already done. ”
“Are you sure?”
“I feel pretty certain. Don’t you feel something for that girl? Do you want to give that up?”
“I think I love her, but will she even stay with me if I’m stuck as a girl?”
“Talk to her. Tell her how you feel. I’m pretty sure she feels something for you too.”
Mom went to work and I just sat there, not knowing what to do or what to say. An hour later, Rachel returned and we sat together on the couch.
“I love you. I don’t regret making love to you. I just never thought that meant I’d spend the rest of my life as a woman.”
“We don’t know for certain that you will. I’m falling for you too, but as Gina. I could never be with Gene.”
“So if I do stay as Gina?”
“I won’t promise forever, but I’d really like to see where this goes. If you stay as Gina, can you forgive me?”
“As long as you love me, nothing else matters.”
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Rachel continued to spend time with me, and we continued to be lovers. About a week later, my period started. I wasn’t used to that shit at all, and had to deal with not only the bleeding, but cramps and bloating. Mom and Rachel helped me through, and Rachel’s period started pretty close in time to mine.
As my period was ending, it was time for the next full moon. I wanted Rachel to spend that night with me and told her that if I was Gene in the morning, I’d be sorry, but wouldn’t try to keep her. As it turned out, I was still Gina in the morning as I have been ever since.
Gene had graduated from high school, but Gina hadn’t, so I took a GED to get my high school equivalency diploma and started community college shortly after. Rachel and I are living together at my mother’s house, and we’ve seen little of Jake since the party.
We haven’t made any firm commitments, but we’ve talked about marriage, though my mom says we need to wait. We agreed that if or when we get married, we’re both going to be in slacks instead of wedding gowns. I still can’t get into wearing skirts or dresses and Rachel isn’t fond of them either.
We still don’t know what the future will bring, but for now our family curse has turned out to be a blessing, at least for me and Rachel.