Audrey Kicks It Up a Notch (Chapters 1-11)

Disclaimer: The following story involves transformation fantasy featuring magic, gender, flattening, animal, or inanimate (often clothing or doll/mannequin). The story is implicitly erotic in nature and may feature sexual situations and/or BDSM. All characters involved are older than 18 years of age. If you are offended by this type of thing, please stop reading. 

Chapter One—The Plan

“I really appreciate you doing this for me, Alex,” Greg said as he grabbed a small glass from the kitchen cabinet. “I mean, I really, really owe you for this.”

He took the glass and put it on the counter, then unscrewed the lid off a Mason jar beside it. The jar contained a bright lavender liquid and sparkled as if it were made with glitter as a main ingredient. 

“It's okay, Greg, I don't mind. To be honest, I kinda enjoy my excursions as Audrey, and if I can use them to help out a friend, that's just a bonus.” As I spoke, I poured two fingers of the shiny juice. “But I'll be honest, I really don't see how this is supposed to help. A small glass of this stuff only turns me into a girl, It doesn't make me the kind of woman Hanna would get jealous about.”

“Just seeing me out with anybody would work,” Greg said. “She broke up with me because she wanted to see me suffer and pout about being alone, so just showing up with any cute girl, whether she's a bombshell or not, shouldn't make a difference.” 

I sighed and told him with my expression that he was probably right. Then I lifted the glass to my lips and downed the drink in one shot. My brain sparked fireworks and my world shook with a sort of electricity that traveled through every bone and nerve. 

Then it stopped and I shook my head, feeling my shoulder-length, chestnut hair bounce. 

“Are you telling me I'm not a bombshell?”

“God, that always freaks me out,” Greg said, smiling. “Of course not. You're super cute.”

“Sorry I don't have big ol' double Ds or a big fat ass,” I said, laughing. 

He shook his head. “Nah. It's fine.”

“Be right back,” I said and I went upstairs to change. I stripped out of my man jeans and golf shirt, which were now way too big for me anyway, and I reached into the Audrey side of the closet for something that would fit me. I grabbed a pair of skinny jeans and a powder blue, baby-doll t-shirt with Sailor Moon on it. With my B-cups, I could get by without a bra most of the time, but I did change from Alex's boxers to a pair of Audrey's cotton panties. 

I returned downstairs looking every inch the girl I had become, even if I wasn't some kind of supermodel or porn star. 

“Cute.”

“Glad you like it.” 

I had been juicing for only a few months, mostly on weekends. I had discovered the so-called 'Bimbo Juice' on the Internet while writing TG stories for my blog, and I had ordered it, expecting it to be a gag. Imagine my surprise when a glass of the stuff actually turned me into a girl. A full glass didn't turn me full bimbo, but it had given me the courage to go out in public in a casual dress and flat sandals that had been left in the hallway closet downstairs by one of my brother's girlfriends. Sadly, I had no choice but to hope no one discovered my boxers under the dress. 

After a few times out as Audrey, I had gotten a small wardrobe of outfits for myself, and I was comfortable enough to go out in public without needed a full glass. The two fingers in a highball glass I had been using was just enough to change my body and not start affecting my mind. True, it only lasted a few hours, but keeping a small flask in my purse allowed me to top off when I could feel the transformation by to Alex coming on. 

“So, a Halloween party?” I asked. “That's the plan?”

“Why not? We got the invitation when we were together, and I can't think of any better payback than showing up with a new date.” 

“Maybe I had showed up in a maid or sexy cat girl costume, but I really don't think my boring scientist in a pantsuit and lab coat is going to send her off into fits of jealousy. 

He laughed. “Doesn't matter. I'm just glad you agreed to help me out.”

“No problem,” I said. “But don't get all gropey, okay. I'll play along and even hold hands to sell it, but don't expect anything else.”

“Famous last words, Audrey?”

We both laughed. 

“Fuck off,” I said, still grinning.  “Serious though. I haven't really done anything in girl mode, and I don't plan to tonight.” 

“All good. I'm not planning to seduce my best friend.”

“Like you could,” I said and punched his arm. 

“You never now.” 

“Right.” 

“Hey,  I can be charming as fuck.”

“What are you going as?” I asked, changing the subject intentionally. There was no need to let him know that I had actually been considering taking things further as Audrey and that when he asked me to help him out, I had actually found myself looking forward to my first actual date as a girl.

“Hugh Hefner, and it's a shame you didn't want to get the bunny costume.  We could have won best couple's costume for sure.”

“I am not prancing around and showing my ass just to piss off your ex-girlfriend.”

“It's a cash prize. Just saying.” 

I punched his arm again. “Shut up.”

I sighed, glanced at my nothing little wisp of a body. 

“Like it would look good on me anyway.”

He sort of glared at me, but with a smirk.

“What?”

“What do you mean 'What?' You're super cute. You don't need D cups and a big fat ass to be sexy.” 

“Watch it with the 'S' word there, Romeo.” 

“Sorry. You are cute though.”

I rolled my eyes at him. 

“Come here,” he said and he reached for my hands and pulled me toward him. 

“What are you doing, Greg?”

“Hold on a second. Don't freak out.” 

“Stop being weird,” I said, actually feeling my heart flutter a bit at his touch, but there was no way in hell I'd let him know that. 

“Just let me look at you.”

“Wha—”

“Shush, you.” 

I rolled my eyes at him again but shut up anyway. He let go of one hand and then gave me a twirl. 

“Not just cute. Super cute.” 

I felt my cheeks blush. Perhaps I was letting the juice become too much of a habit. 

He noticed, of course.

“Are you blushing?”

I pulled away and turned my head so he couldn't see me. 

“Oh my god, you are.”

“Stop. You're embarrassing me.”

I punched his chest. 

“Stop it.”

He smiled down at me, having several inches on me when I was Audrey. 

“You are. It's okay though. It's cute. Makes you even cuter actually.”

“That's charm isn't going to work on me, buddy,” I said, lying through my teeth and wondering what it might feel like it he pulled me even closer and hugged me. 

But he didn't. He just let me go and smiled. 

“I know. Doesn't change anything. I just didn't you to feel like any less a woman because you're not some big boobed bimbo.” 

“That's sweet,” I said before I realized that I had appreciated the concern. As Alex, I wouldn't have minded, but as Audrey, it felt nice to be appreciated and have my feelings taken into account.

He smirked. 

“Well, don't get a big head. It's just for tonight. Don't fall in love with me or anything.”

We both laughed, and I twirled my hair around my finger, not trying to be cute, but when I thought about what I was doing I stopped. No sense to trying to get all girly around Greg. We were friends and I was doing him a favor. That's all this night was. It didn't matter that we'd known each other for years and had just about always been best friends. It didn't matter that even as Audrey, we were best friends. And no matter what I had been wondering about taking things further as Audrey, I needed to be sure not to fuck up our friendship. As much as I would prefer to do my experimenting with him, I just couldn't risk it, and I'd have to plan some blind date for my first make-out session. 

“I'll tell you what. If you promise not to make a big deal out of it, I'll do the bunny costume, but you'll have to split the prize with me 60/40. And I want the 60.”

He laughed. 

“Honestly, I'd give you the whole thing just to see you actually wear the damn thing.” 

“Oh?”

“Nope. No take-backs. You said it. You live with it.” 

We both laughed. 

“Okay,” I said, “but like I said, don't expect much. I'm gonna look like a board with the bunny tail and ears.”

“I'm sure you'll look fantastic, but you don't have to. Like I said, I just appreciate you doing this for me at all.”

“Best friends, right?”

“Ooh,” he said with a smirk. “Already friend-zoning me, huh?”

“Shut up.”

“No. You shut up.” 

“I'll tell you what,” I said. “I'm gonna get my shower and get ready. What do you say we meet at the party at seven?”

“Oh, hell no. I'll be here at six to pick you up. If we're going to sell this, we're gonna do it right.”

“Fine. That works. I'll be ready. You just have your bathrobe ready, Mr. Hefner.”

“You really don't need to—”

“I said I would.”

“Whatever. I'm not going to complain about seeing a cute girl dressed as a Playboy bunny.” 

“Well, like I said, don't expect much.”

Chapter Two—The New Girl, Same As the Old Girl

Greg left for his house, and I went upstairs to shower. I spent longer than normal and couldn't resist playing 'What If' in my thoughts as I lathered up and scrubbed with my loofah. I let myself imagine things I couldn't allow myself to really do, things like letting him put his arm around me as we sat on the couch or rest his hang on my legs as she sat together. Not only innocent things like that, but I started to wonder what if might feel like to let him kiss me. It was funny. I couldn't see myself making the first move to kiss him, but I could picture him stealing a quick peck on the lips and then us having a deep gaze moment before he pulled me closer for second, far more intimate, open mouth kiss. 

I found myself wondering what his warm, wet breath would taste like while our tongues danced together. 

Before I realized it, the thoughts had me actually playing with my boobs, having dropped the loofah to the shower floor. 

“Oh, shit,” I muttered, and immediately stopped. I couldn't believe I was playing with my tits and thinking about kissing Greg. “Damn.” 

I finished bathing and dried off. 

I focused on getting dressed and doing my make-up to pass the time so I didn't let my thoughts wander too much. As Audrey, I never wore much make-up, but for the night and the costume, I figured I could do myself at least a little more, and I put on blue eye shadow and a pale pink lipstick instead of the usual no eye make-up and flavored lip balm. It wasn't much, I know, but it was doing at least something a little special for him to doll myself up and help him. 

But not just to help him, I realized, particularly after what had happened in the shower. I obviously was looking forward to our date more than I should have. 

I grabbed the bunny costume from the back of the closet where I had shoved it earlier in the week, knowing it was something Alex would never allow Audrey to even think about wearing. I sat on the bed and stepped into the black fishnets, They fit tightly and outlined my thin legs quite well. Then I put on the bodysuit part, royal blue, with a sweetheart top to emphasize a bunny's crowning jewel—her tits. 

I stood up and checked out my figure in the full-length mirror on the back of the Audrey side door of my closet. 

“Damn.” I was right. The costume hung limp in the places it should have been tight and curvy. And it pinched in the waist, where I was still build mostly straight up and down rather than the hourglass every girl wants. 

“Hmmm...” I wondered aloud, totally unsatisfied with the shape I saw in the mirror. “I don't want to overdo it, but I wonder what two more fingers of the juice would do.”

And without dwelling on it long enough to talk myself out of it like I probably should have, I raced downstairs, grabbed the glass still sitting out on the counter, and then poured another two fingers of the sparkling liquid into it. I quickly drank it, still determined not to change my mind. I owed this to Greg, I told myself. And that bitch who broke up with him, I owed to her too. 

The juice brought the fire and electricity just like always, and when it stopped, I noticed that I filled out the top and the bottom a little better, and that my waist had narrowed just a bit. I twirled and enjoyed the new adjustments in my balance so much I did it twice more. 

“Close,” I said. “But I think I really want that bitch Hanna to realize how stupid she was. 

I didn't feel any real changes to my thoughts other than realizing how angry it made me that Hanna had been so awful to my best friend.

“In for a penny, in for a pound,” I said, and I poured another two fingers, and drank it. 

After more fire and shock to my system, I felt a lot better about the way my new body filled out the suit. I ran back upstairs and dug out a pair of black patent heels to complete the outfit. 

While I was inspecting again, I took a good look at my face. Now that I had a good look at it, I realized I needed to redo my make-up. I had done a great job for an early morning class on campus, but not nearly enough for a date, and particularly when I needed to knock it out of the park to make Hanna jealous. 

So I cleaned my face and started with a blank canvas. This time I put on foundation and some pink blush to put some color in my cheeks. A good start, but it needed a good, dark application of smokey eye shadow and some long false eyelashes. Then I completed the look with bright red lipstick that carefully carved out the perfectly glamorous lips of a 1940s starlet. 

But something was still missing. 

My nails. What the hell had I been thinking to forget about painting my nails a bright red too? So I checked the clock. Still plenty of time. Then I sat down on the edge of my bed and carefully painted each one and even covered with a protective coat for good measure. 

When I was finally done, I checked everything in the mirror. Not bad. And definitely cute enough now to make that bitch Hanna turn green when she saw Greg with me. 

Not only that, it would be worth it to see the dazzled excitement on Greg's face when he saw me. He was expecting Audrey the cute enough girl. But I was going to give him Audrey 2.0, Audrey the fucking hot.

I only had a few minutes to spare when I went downstairs and turned on some music. I checked my reflection in the hallway mirror just in case, and was still happy with the way I looked. Better touch up the lipstick just in case before he arrived though. 

But before that, I was feeling thirsty, so I click-clacked my heels into the kitchen and poured another short glass of juice for good measure. Then I filled up the flask for my purse in case I started to change back before the night was over. Can't be too careful, I told myself. 

I sipped on the glass slowly, and caught myself when I realized how I had just given myself more of the bimbo juice without even thinking about it. Too much, and I might just pop out of my costume. I laughed at the thought. Wouldn't Hanna just love that?!

But nothing happened to my body. My boobs remained at their new respectable D-cup, and my ass kept the same curves from before. I guess there was a limit to what the juice could do to my shape and figure and I had hit my maximum. Good to know it wouldn't turn me into some over-the-top porn cliché if I drank too much of it. 

The doorbell rang, and I quickly tossed back the last two inches of the juice, and ran to the foyer. When I opened the door, Greg smiled, said hello, then actually got a good look at me. His eyes swelled up to plates and he nearly tripped over his jaw.

“Hello, yourself,” I said as I motioned for him to come in. 

“What the hell did you do?”

“Do you like it?” I asked. 

“Umm...” 

“That sounds like a yes.”

He nodded. He couldn't take his eyes off my new boobs, so I helped him out by spinning around to show him my new ass too. 

“What exactly did you do, Audrey?”

I giggled and shoved my arm into his. “I just really wanted to show Hanna up, and even though you were so sweet earlier today, I figured I could give you this, you know, this time.”

“Shit. You look amazing.” 

“Aw, aren't you just so sweet.” 

I leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek. 

“Don't you want to save that for the party?” he asked. 

“Better go ahead and get used to it so it doesn't look forced at the party.”

His face was beet red, as the saying goes, but he tried not to make a big deal about it. 

“That makes sense,” he said. “Good idea.” 

He was so cute in is silk pajamas and robe, and I couldn't help but give him another peck on the cheek. 

“See, it's feeling more natural already.” 

My brain was back in the shower, and I couldn't wait to find an excuse to really plant one on him at the party.

“Are you sure? I mean, you've never—at least as far as I know anyway—gone this far with the juice. Are you going to be okay?”

I squeezed his arm and rested my head against his shoulder. “Why wouldn't I be with my big, strong best friend to protective me?”

“Wow, you're really getting into this.”

“What can I say? I'm a method actor.” I grinned. “Sorry. Actress.” 

“Are you sure? I mean, really sure? Everything's cool. You don't mind really going all out like this?”

“Look, Greg. I've been wanting to do this at some point, and this party gave me the excuse I needed to just go ahead and bite the bullet. Besides, if I start getting carried away, who better than my little Greggy-weggy-poo to make sure I stay safe?”

“God, this is weird.” 

“Besides, if I did get a little carried away and decided to give you a give or snuggle on the couch at the party...” As I spoke, I pushed my breasts against his side. “...would you really be that upset about it?”

“Honestly, I don't think I could say no even if I wanted to.”

“Then it's all worth it, rebound boy.” 

“Hey!”

I laughed. “Well, you are on the rebound aren't you?”

He rolled his eyes at me. “Well, yeah. I suppose.”

“Then let's go make Hanna jealous. I think a fun night of cuddling on the couch and dancing together should do just the trick. And if that doesn't work, I could always just give you a good, deep kiss right in front of her. That would be the icing on the cake, I'm sure.” 

“How much more of the juice did you have, Audrey?”

“Just one more shot,” I lied. “I really had you going, didn't I? You though I really turned into some kind of horny girlfriend, didn't you?”

I let go of his arm—for now—and gave me a more serious smile. Better to bide my time. Besides I had already enjoyed my drink. I was sure after a few beers, Greg would be a little more receptive to me. 

“I'm a hell of an actress, aren't I?” I asked, then leaned and he followed suit, expecting another kiss on his cheek, but I stopped, pushed is face away, and added, “Slow down, lover-boy Don't waste all the good acting in my foyer.” 

He smiled and his body relaxed a bit. Even his eyes. He really did care about me. He really did want me to be careful and not overdo the juice and become some kind of cheap slut, even if that would have really yanked his ex-girlfriend's chain. He wanted me to be okay, first and foremost. 

It made me think about kissing him all the more. 

“Hold on a minute,” I said and ran back into the kitchen for the flask, slipped it into my clutch, and returned to him. “Okay, a girl needs her purse.”

“Come on, goofball,” he said, opening the door for me this time. 

I walked through, waited for him on the stoop, and when he closed the door, and took his hand. 

“For practice,” I said. “Just to get used to the feel of it. Don't get excited.” 

He grunted something about me being a weirdo, but locked his fingers in mine anyway. His hands were so warm. 

Chapter Three—Party Favors

We entered the party hand in hand, and several of our friends—well, his friends at the moment as they didn't know me from Adam as the saying goes—did double takes, and almost spit takes in some cases, when I planted another kiss on his cheek and said loudly, “So these are your friends, Gregory?”

He blushed, and I squeezed hand more tightly. 

He nodded, and we only made it a few feet when several of our circle of friends ganged up on us at the front of the pavilion. 

“Well, hello there,” said Jake, a dark-haired bit of a perv whose conversations alternated between porn when talking with the boys and pop culture when trying to impress some girl. “Did you know the first Playboy club was launched in 1960 and the most people consider the first bunny to be Bonnie Halpin, the door bunny at that club.”

I interrupted him, “Well, aren't you a regular walking Wikipedia?” I said. “Did you know it was opened on February 28, Leap Day, that year?”

“Damn, Greg. I think I'm in love with your new friend already. I hope that's okay.” 

I pulled Greg closer to me to feign discomfort in front of his friend, all of whom I knew very well already. “I like your friends already, Gregory.”

“I'm Jake,” he said, extending his hand. I shook it. 

“Don't mind Jake. He's an idiot.” Bernadette stepped in front of him and blocked him off from me. Then she whispered, “He's also a bit of a horn dog, so don't let him get you alone.”

“Thanks for the warning,” I whispered, then I added in my regular voice. “I'm Audrey.” 

“Bernadette, but you can call me Detta, but never Bernie. Please never Bernie.”

I laughed. “I wouldn't dream of it.” 

“When did you two start going out?” came another voice, this time, Adam Johnson, who waved from behind Detta. 

Greg started to speak, but I butted in. I had been preparing for this moment since the moment he showed up at my door. “I called him the minute I heard he had broken up with Hanna. I've been wanting to do out with him for a while, and I got a little ahead of myself and called him instead of being a proper lady and waiting for him to ask me out.”

“Good thing too,” said Adam's girlfriend, Samantha, who made her way to me for a sort of hug to say hello. “It took him months to get up the nerve to ask Hanna out. If you had waited on Greg here, you might still be waiting.”

I laughed and returned Sam's hug. 

“Sam,” she said. “Good to meet you.” 

“So,” Greg said finally getting a word in edgewise. “This is my date, Audrey.” 

I gave him a pouty bit of stink eye. “Oh, I'm just a date now?” I asked with a giggle. “Last night I was your girlfriend.” 

He gave me a good impression of the proverbial deer in the headlights. 

“Fine,” she backpedaled. “I didn't want to pressure you.” 

“Aww,” I said and leaned in for another quick peck on the cheek. “You're too easy. Super sweet, but also way to easy.” 

Detta, Adam, and Sam laughed, but Jake was still fixated on my boobs. Poor guy. Well, he could enjoy them with his eyeballs all he wanted, but from a safe distance. Those puppies were reserved for someone else. 

“Jake,” I said. 

“Oh, yeah. What?”

“Got a thing for bunnies, huh?”

“What?” 

“My eyes are up here, buddy.” 

Everybody laughed again and it was Jake's turn to blush. “I'm sorry. I just...”

I diffused the moment with another laugh. “It's okay. If I didn't want people to notice 'em I wouldn't have worn this kind of costume.” 

About that time, Hanna and her new boyfriend, the asshole Terrance who she was cheating on Greg with, arrived and she did look pretty smoking in her nurse costume. Terrance was, of course, a doctor in his scrubs. 

They passed by the group and only when I cleared my throat loudly did she stop and turn to notice us. She passed me quickly and focused on Greg, then there was a suddenly look of surprise and she turned her gaze back to me. Her eyes rose and fell as she took in every bit of him, from my body and skimpy costume to the way my fingers were still interlocked with Greg's. She quickly slipped her arm into Terrence's and gave me a sort of “bitch, it's on” smile. 

“Can we get something to drink, Greg?” I asked and used the opportunity take him with me as we followed Hanna and Terrance. “Thanks. I'm feeling a bit parched after The Point.” 

The lie caught him by surprise. The Point. A holdover from the seventies, but still the main place for folks to go make out if they didn't want to pay for a hotel room. 

“Audrey?” he asked, giving me a look like I was going too fast for him. 

But I saw the anger flare up when Hanna heard me, and I wasn't about to stop. 

“Yeah. I mean it was fun and all, but I'm glad we're here. I really wanted to meet your friends and get to know them.”

I kept up our pace so that I actually bumped into Hanna. I was enjoying myself way too much, but I couldn't help it. Greg deserved this. He was such a nice guy and so sweet, and not at all bad looking, even if he wasn't a trust fund baby like Terrance. 

“Oh, I'm sorry, hon,” I said, not letting on that I knew who she was. “I wasn't looking where I was going.” 

Hanna took a deep breath and forced a smile. I had seen it often before every time she had been around Greg's friends. 

“It's okay,” she said. “Don't worry about it.” Then she pretended to finally notice Greg. “Oh, hi Greg. Who's the bunny? I didn't think you were dating anyone.” 

Oh, bitch, I thought. You want to play? Then let's play. 

“Oh, I'm sorry. I should have introduced myself. I'm Audrey. I'm the lucky girl who was first in line when Greg dumped that girl he was dating, Helen or something like that.” 

Greg actually laughed that time and squeezed my hand. 

“Hi, Hanna,” he said. “Good to see you. You too, Terrance.”

“It's Hanna, not Helen,” she said, her tiny lips pressed tight, not able to hide the anger behind them. 

“Oh, that's you. I'm sorry. Well, thank you for letting him become a free man again. You don't know how long I've been waiting to ask him out?”

Her eyes narrowed to slits. She studied my body and costume again. “You asked him out?”

“Yeah, like I said, I'm a lucky girl.” 

In her eyes, I was clearly out of his league just like she had believed herself to be, and she was trying to collate all the data in the overworked relationship computer in her brain. 

“Anyway, nice to meet you. Gregory and I were just about to get some drinks. I'm sure we'll bump into each other later.” 

Still holding his hand tightly and trying to hide my snickering, I practically dragged him to the bar. 

“Holy shit, you're catty,” he said. “Amazing and kinda scary right now too.” 

“You just wait, baby,” I replied. “You want to see her realize what a mistake she made, you will.”

“Have I ever told you how sexy you are when you're scary?” he asked with a smirk. 

“You think I'm sexy?”

“Fucking everybody here thinks you're sexy. Have you not noticed how you have to keep stepping over all the jaws that hit the floor.” 

“You're too sweet,” I said, noticing Hanna staring at us. I let go of his hand and stroked the soft stubble on his cheek. Then I grabbed us each a beer. “Let's get drunk,” I said. 

After leaving Hanna and Terrance to ponder Greg's new relationship, we joined the rest of the gang out back by the pool and got our groove on while the DJ spun remixed of Halloween jams. I made sure that Greg and I were touching at almost every moment, just holding hands or my hand on his shoulder if we were just standing around with our friends. If we were dancing, it was having him hold my hips or me resting my hands on his shoulders, or even doing our best 1970s moves with twirls. I hoped he would think it was just to keep making Hanna jealous, but honestly I just enjoyed being and dancing and drinking with him. The dancing was new, but even as Alex, we had always enjoyed drinking together and just getting getting loose and relaxed. The only difference now was that the more relaxed I got the more relaxed my inhibitions got. 

If I had thought about just kissing him when I was in the shower, now with all the music and sweating and alcohol I was already daydreaming about really and truly making out with him. Maybe after the party we could turn that lie about The Point into a truth instead. 

After a few songs, the DJ finally played a ballad, and instead of letting him leave the dance floor, I pulled him close. I put my arms around his waist and he enveloped my shoulders in his arms. I pressed against him so tightly I could feel his silk pajama top rub about the bare skin above the sweetheart scoop of my costume. Since I had chosen to go bra-less even with my new bigger boobs, I was pretty sure he could feel my nipples on his chest just to keep things fair.

As we danced I rested my head on his shoulder, and took in his scent. A mixture of light sweat and some musky aftershave. That sweet boy of mine—at least for the night—had been so excited about our date that he had really taken in seriously, even to the point of aftershave. 

I tightened my arms around his waist. 

“This is nice,” he said. 

“Very,” I muttered a bit dreamily.

“You know, you don't have to try to hard. Just being with me is all you need to do to make her jealous.”

I looked up into his eyes. 

“I'm not even trying anymore actually. I'm kind of just focusing on enjoying myself.”

“Good plan.”

I lay my head on his shoulder again. 

“You know, you're really cool when you're a girl.”

“Just now figuring that out, huh?”

“Stop. Don't laugh. I mean, I'm confused as hell right now.”

I lifted my head again, this time smiling. “Confused? How so?”

“Well, I know we did this to make Hanna jealous, but I'm really enjoying just being on a date with you. I honestly keep forgetting Hanna's even here.” 

My smile widened. 

He continued: “I mean, I know it's just for the night, and that's already weird enough, but I really like just being with you like this. You're sweet, you're sexy, you know me better than anybody else in the world, and you keep me off balance every time I look at.”

“Wow, you really can be charming, can't you?”

He smirked at me then shook his head. “I'm serious. I literally have to keep reminding myself why we're doing this so I don't actually fall for you.”

“Right...”

“Seriously. If I didn't know you were Alex, I'd loved to take you out again. But you're not Audrey, I mean. You're Alex.”

“Does this feel like Alex's nipples pressing on you?”

He laughed. “I mean it though. Would it be weird if you were both Alex my best friend and Audrey my girlfriend? I mean, yeah it would be weird, but would it be too weird.”

He stopped for a moment, no doubt wondering if in his loosened up state, he had gone too far. 

“You're drunk,” I said. “That's the alcohol talking.”

“Yeah,” he admitted. “I'm a little drunk. But I was already eager to go out with Audrey even earlier, before you took the extra juice. It's not just your body—not that you aren't easily the sexiest woman here, and I mean that—it's you. It was nice, you know, the idea of going out with someone awesome and sweet and cute, but best of all, real.” He rested his forehead on mine. “Even that cute Audrey you called a board with ears and a tail.”

“You're totally drunk,” I said. “But that's okay. I'll take it before you forget about it all in the morning.”

I gripped his butt through his pajama bottoms. 

“And truth be told, you've got a nice ass, Mr. Hefner.” 

His hands dropped to my hips, then to my ass. He returned the favor, pulling me closer to him as he squeezed my ass. 

“Not like yours, babe,” he said. 

“Hey?”

“Yeah.”

“Think you're drunk enough to kiss me?”

“Think you're drunk enough to kiss me?” he echoed, stressing the word me.

“It's all I've been thinking about it all night.”

I didn't take the lead this time. I just waited, my face tilted up to his, my lips moist and barely parted, ready for him to open with his own. He gazed at me for a few seconds, lowered his face to mine, paused, smacked his lips nervously. “It's okay. I really do want to kiss you, Greg.” 

He went in then, parting my lips and giving me his tongue. I gave mine back to him and we let the music, the other dancers, our friends, and even Hanna fade away. For a little bit, it was just us. 

We didn't speak after the kiss. We kept dancing until the end of the song and then sat down in one of the outside chairs. We had to share a chair since the rest were already occupied. I sat in his lap and lay down again his chest and he kept a grip on my leg to keep me from sliding off. 

If I had thought his hand was warm and comforting in my hand, when it touched my thigh, it was something totally amazing. Warm and sweet, yes, but electrifying too. My girly legs prickled with goose bumps and he offered to move his hand. 

“Don't you dare, mister,” I warned him. 

Then I kissed him again. Deep, wet, open mouthed, and more than a little sloppy. I even found myself sort of moaning softly into his mouth as we kissed. 

His hand slipped up my thigh as I shifted position to better complete the kiss. 

There was the sound of someone clearing their throat, and we broke off the kiss. 

“They're starting beer pong in the back room, if you're interested,” Jake said. 

I couldn't help but notice his erection as he looked at us, well, me. 

“Maybe later,” Greg said. “I think I want to keep doing this right now.” 

“I think I want to keep doing this all night,” I added. 

“Suit yourself, kids. But you're missing all the action.”

Adam came up and smacked Jake on the back. “Somehow, I really don't think so, amigo.”

We had just started another passionate kiss when I heard Hanna's voice. “I know what you're doing. I figured it out.”

“We're drunk and we're kissing each other,” I said. “It isn't easy to figure out.” 

“No,” she said and squatted in front of use, glaring at me, then turning her attention to Greg. “I don't know where you found this skank, but you can send her back. I know you're not actually dating. She's just some slut you picked up to try to prove you not all messed up after I broke up with you.” 

“You broke up with him?! You're pretty, but you're also pretty stupid,” I said. 

She ignored me. “So, now that I know, you can just send her back to whatever laundry mat or trailer park you picked her up in, pay her for pretending to be  your date for the night, and then come clean.”

“Now hold on, Hanna,” I said and tried to stand up, but the alcohol was already affecting my smaller Audrey body, and I almost fell. “Who are you calling a skank, bitch?”

“Oh, shit,”Jake said. “Shit just got real.”

“Fuck off, Jake,” I said. 

“Fuck off, Jake,” Hanna repeated, then turned to me. “You can stop acting now. The jig is up. You did a good job helping this asshole, but it's over.”

“Don't you dare call Gregory and asshole.”

“He is, and it's not Gregory, you slut, It's Greg. Just fucking Greg.” 

“Hanna, I think you're embarrassing yourself, and you need to leave.”

“Why?” she asked suddenly in my face. “Is your pretend girlfriend going to do something about it?”

I grinned and Hanna and said, “You're lucky I'm too drunk to stand up straight by myself.”

“Yeah, well. Like you could do anything about it anyway.” 

“I'm not pretend,” I said. “I'm real.” 

“And I'm the Easter Bunny,” she said. 

“Oh, fuck,” said Jake. 

“We're not going to fight, asshole,” I said to him. Then I turned to Greg, who had been watching and following my lead. “I think I'd like to go home now, Gregory. The company isn't very pleasant anymore.” 

He nodded and stood up to join me. He took my hand and helped me walk away. 

“See ya around, Hanna,” I said as I waved and walked away. 

“Right...” said Hanna. 

“What the hell are you doing?” Greg whispered to me.

“Fuck her,” I said. 

“Let's get you home,” he said. 

“Wait,” I said, and we stopped. “Push me against the wall and kiss the fuck out of me,” I whispered. 

“What?”

“Just do it.”

“God, you're weird, but okay.” 

He did, and I went limp, letting him take charge of the attention. I let his tongue boss mine around inside and subdue me. He clasped our fingers together than held my hands above my shoulders against the outside wall. I closed my eyes and it was like I was back in the shower again. 

“Fuck,” I said when he let go and pulled me away from the wall. “Damn.”

“Wow,” he said. 

“I changed my mind.”

“What?”

“Don't take me home. Take me to The Point.” 

Chapter Four—That's the Pointe

“Are you fucking serious?” Greg asked when we were both in the car and he had started the engine. “You want to go to The Pointe?”

“I want to go to The Pointe.”

“We can't. This was a one-night-only kind of thing, and it backfired.”

“I want to go to The Point.”

“It's only because you drank too much.”

I shook my head. “Not enough yet.” I opened my clutch and took out the flask. 

“What's that?” he asked.

“A surprise.”

I opened it and took a long drink from the metal spout. My body seized up for a second like it always did with the juice, and I smiled at Greg. He looked yummy. 

“One more,” I said, and I took another long swig. More of the transitional weirdness, and then I knew I was ready. I screwed the lid back on and put the flask away. 

I climbed across the seat to him and sat in his lap facing him. The steering wheel poked into my back, but I didn't care. I kissed him deeply, this time taking command of his mouth. 

“I want to go to The Pointe,” I said. “I want to do more of that.”

“Audrey?”

“That bitch doesn't get to tell me I'm not your fucking girlfriend.” 

“Yeah,” Greg said, quickly sobering after the argument between Hanna and me. “But that's just for tonight.” 

“Fuck that bitch,” I said, and I kissed him again. 

“Fine. Let's go to The Pointe then.”

I climbed off him and got back in the passenger seat and buckled up. After we pulled out of the Clubhouse driveway, he looked over at me and squeeze my thigh gently, sweetly. “Are you okay, Audrey?”

I nodded. 

“I'm concerned.” 

“Don't be. I just let Hanna get to me. That's all. But it got me thinking.”

“'Bout what?”

“Well, would you like it if I became your girlfriend?”

“How the hell would that work? You have to go to classes as Alex.”

I laughed. “Not necessarily.” 

“Is this the drunk talking?”

I shook my head. “It's easy to shift them all to online, and I can be Audrey full time for the rest of the semester. That'll show that bitch who's girlfriend I am.” 

“I think that's just the juice talking, sweetie.” 

“It's me talking. The juice helps, but it's really me. I was already thinking about it before you asked me to the party. I wanted to ask you to take me out of my first real date as Audrey. It's like you said. I know you. You know me. We're already best friends. I enjoy being Audrey, and as long as I take the online classes, no one will miss me. We'll just say I needed to go back home for some emergency and I'm doing online so I don't fall behind.”

“Shit. You're serious?”

“Shit yeah I'm serious. That little bitch was the last straw that convinced me. If it's okay with you, I want to be your real fucking girlfriend.” 

“You know after tonight, you'd have to be this new you though, not the two-fingers of juice you. This is the you people will know you as, and you did meet all my, well, all our friends. Again.”

I laughed. I wanted to kiss him so bad again, but I didn't want to make him wreck the car. 

“It's fine. I like this me. I feel confident and sexy as this me.” 

“You know I like you period, right?”

I nodded. “That's why it doesn't bother me. You like little 'looks like a boy' Audrey as much as 'looks like a bombshell' Audrey. And they both like you. And they both really like kissing you.” 

He grinned and squeezed my thigh again. 

“You're a good kisser,” I said. 

“And you're a drunk bunny.” 

“You said it yourself back at the party, you like me. You would like to date me again. So why not let's make it official?”

He didn't answer. I think he still thought is was just the alcohol talking and that I'd forget all about it in the morning and things would go back to normal and he'd have to eat crow about the fake girlfriend he brought to the party.

After a few minutes of silence, he pulled on the side road that led up to The Pointe. We were the only car there. He shut the motor off but left the radio running. I turned on the Bluetooth on his phone and selected a station of seventies R&B. 

He looked at me. “Well, we're here.” 

I nodded. “Yeah, we're certainly here.” 

I turned in my seat and rest my back against the door, then spread my legs and motioned for him to come over and join me.

“I've been wanting this since I almost got myself off in the shower today thinking about you,” I said. 

He looked at me weird. “Wait. You what?”

“I told you this wasn't just the beer or the extra juice. I caught myself playing with my boobs earlier today and thinking about kissing you. And that was when I was the original Audrey.”

“You mean...”

“Yeah, I mean I've been wanting to make out with for a long time now. And you asking me to the party to make Hanna jealous was just the chance I needed to make it happen. I figured you'd freak out if I approached you about taking me out for just a normal date.” 

“Shit.” 

I nodded. 

I lowered my top and let my breasts spring free. 

“What are you doing?”

“I'm signaling for you to try and steal second base, baby,” I said. 

“Baseball reference, not a typical conversation on a date,” he said. 

“You want to talk or do you want to play?

She scooted across the seat and sat between my legs. 

“You're sure?”

“You do see this boobs, right?”

“Well, duh.” 

“Listen, just for once, stop trying to protect my modesty and my innocence. Just shut up and kiss me.” 

He leaned in toward my lips. 

“Not there,” I said, lifting one of breasts toward his approaching mouth. 

“Oh,” he said. 

“Yeah. Oh.” 

He kissed my nipple gently. 

“Do all the girls have to work this hard to get you interested?”

He was way too busy on my breast to respond. 

As he kissed one breast and played with the other with his hand, I took the opportunity to touch his erection through his pajama pants. I stroked his gently with the tips of my fingers. He moaned into my boob and almost bit my nipple but he controlled himself and licked it instead. 

“That's nice,” I said, leaving him to wonder if I meant him teasing my tits, me playing with his cock, or both. “Mama likes.”

I unbuttoned his bottoms and reached inside to pull out his now fully stiff rod. I wrapped my hand around it and went up and down the shaft, hardly believing how easy the act was coming to me. Apparently the Audrey part of me had been wanting this even more than the Alex part of me had imagined. 

“Is that all for me?” I asked, but I kept his face against my chest and he couldn't really answer. 

I continued to stroke it, then alternated between that and gently fondling his balls. He had stopped kissing my breasts and was soon leaning against me heavily and taking control of my mouth and neck. I feared that I would have marks but then realized that if that was the case, then that's exactly what Hanna needed to see to know we were serious. 

He backed off after a few minutes and asked me to stop.

“What's wrong?” I asked. 

“Nothing,” he said. “Yet. I just...”

I felt his dick warm in my grip. 

“Oh, I get it. You don't want to mess up your car seat.” 

He shook his head. I ignored him. 

“That's okay. I can take care of that for you. No worries.” 

I scooted back and then leaned over to rest my face in his lap. I inhaled his lust and then exhaled my own, still holding on to his cock. I licked my lips and he had a look of terror on his face, like we were about to cross a bridge too far.

“It's okay,” I said. “I want this. I really do.” 

His expression softened, but didn't fully relaxed. I think he still wondered if it was me or the juice talking. In another moment though, he didn't think about it anymore, as I lowered my open mouth over the the tip of his manhood and traced the hood with my tongue. 

“Mmmmm...” I said. 

He put his hands on the back of my head, then caught himself, moved them to my back, and then stopped touching me at all and just held them off to his sides. Ever the gentleman. 

If he wasn't going to push me, then I had to go deeper on my own. And I did. I went as deep on his shaft as I could without gagging and then back up and down again. I fucked him with my lips and he finally relaxed enough to rest his hands on my head as I went down on him. 

“Audrey,” he said and motioned to pull me off him.

I shook my head, still hanging on to his dick with my mouth. 

“I'm...” he stammered, but it was too late. 

He unloaded warm, sticking cum into my mouth and I struggled to devour every bit. I failed, of course, and some drizzled out the edges of my lips, but I quickly wiped that up with my fingers and then licked it off them. 

“”Shit,” he said, breathing quick and hard. “Shit. Holy shit.” 

“You're cock is amazing,” I said, and I slurped onto it one last time to make sure I had cleaned it of all his juices. 

“You just... I mean... I can't believe you just...”

“Sucked your amazing cock?”

He nodded. 

“I bet Hanna never did that for you.”

He shook his head. 

“Is it okay if I kiss you again?”

He looked at me like the question confused him. 

“Most guys don't like to kiss a girl who just swallowed their cum,” I said. 

“Oh.”

I nodded. “I didn't want to assume.” 

He pulled me up to him. He wrapped his arms around my neck and led me to his mouth. “Kiss me,” he said. 

And I did. 

“Is this going to be weird tomorrow?” he asked when we were both fully dressed again and on the way home to drop me off.

“Why would it be weird?”

“Well, eventually you'll turn back into Alex, and how's that gonna feel, you know, after what we just did?”

“I am Alex, silly. And Audrey. And everything we just did is what both of me have been thinking about for a while. Besides, after I change back tomorrow, I'm going to the administration building to explain about my family emergency and shift all my classes to online. After that, nobody is going to see Alex for the rest of the semester.”

“Shit. You were serious about that?”

“You thought I was kidding.” 

“Honestly, as much as I love the idea, I thought you were either still drunk or maybe it was the juice influencing you.”

“I think it was more being pissed at Hanna that influenced me, Greg.” 

“Well, that too.”

I leaned over as far as my seat belt would allow, and rested my head on his shoulder. “To be honest, I'm still a little drunk, not much, but still a little, and I did drink more of the juice than I ever have before, but no. I was drop dead serious. After I change the courses tomorrow, I'm ordering several months worth of juice and as long as I take a full glass each morning, I don't have to worry about changing back until I stop.”

“Shit.”

I nodded. “Yeah, and even then, depending on how long I take it, changing back won't be instant or even soon.”

“What do you mean?”

Still lying against his shoulder, I continued, “Well, it's all based on a ratio between days on the juice and days off it. If I take once and then stop, it'll be good for a few hours and then fade in about hat that time. If I take a day's worth and then stop, it'll take about 12 hours to change back. If I take it regularly for a week, I'll have to be off it for a few days to change back. It's not an exact two to one ratio, but it's close.”

He was counting in his head. I could almost hear the gears rattling. 

“So we have three months left in the semester. Are you saying that if you drink the juice every day for the semester, it'll take you a full month and a half to be Alex again?”

“Roughly, yeah. But before that happens, we'll need to see how we're doing? I mean, if you're already tired of me being your girlfriend at that point, then I can stop earlier so that I'll change back about the time the semester ends. But if you still want me, then, well, we can talk about maybe extending the time, letting Alex withdraw and see about getting Audrey into school in his place.”

“You sound like you're really thought about this.” 

“Well, it's all new, and I could wake up a week from now and find I've gotten it out of my system. I don't expect to, but it could happen. This is all new ground for me. Both of me.” I laughed and reached for his hand, leaving him one free to drive with. “But right now, I can't think of anything I want more than to be with you, like this.” I sighed. “As long as you want me, that is. Just say the word, and I will leave you alone. I won't like it, and it'll probably break both of my hearts, but I'll do it if it's what you want.” 

He squeezed my hand. 

“What's that saying, Audrey? One day at a time.”

I smiled. 

“Well, if that's the case, I'm really loving today. Tomorrow is going to be boring as hell though.”

Chapter Five—A Day in the Life

I woke up as Audrey at about ten in the morning, and I had to wait till almost two in the afternoon to change back. Of course, I had drunk almost two full glasses of bimbo juice the day before, almost a double dose for a daily change. Secretly, I was thrilled to still be a woman when I woke up and I almost called Greg to tell him and see if he wanted to meet for breakfast but then it dawned on me that the last thing we needed to do was be together in public when I started to change back. So I had cereal at home instead and watched the college channel to see how our teams were doing. 

When I was fully back to being Alex, I put on some teams and a bowling shirt, and went directly to the admin office. The paperwork was a pain in the ass, but after about an hour of having to explain the idea of a family emergency with a uncle who would need around the clock care, the school gladly accepted the shift to online classes, if just to be sure not to lose a cent of my tuition. Virtual or in-class, the rate was the same. 

After fighting traffic it was close to seven thirty when I made it back home. I went upstairs and started packing up all of my male clothes and hauling those boxes up into the attic. 

That left my closet pretty bare with just the few outfits I had bought for when my Audrey time was just a rare treat. I'd definitely have take myself—and Greg too—shopping for a new wardrobe. 

I wanted... really, really wanted... to go ahead and drink a glass of juice, but I didn't want to screw up my schedule, and I had promised Greg that I'd let it all out of my system so I could be sure I hadn't changed my mind. But I was so excited about the next few months that I just couldn't relax, so I grabbed a six pack from the fridge and sat down in the living room to distract myself. 

I watched a movie on Hulu, then another, and before I knew it I had fallen asleep on the couch. 

As I slept I replayed the Halloween party from start to finish, kissing on the couch, making out in the pool chair, arguing with Hanna, wanting to slap the bitch silly, the trip to The Point, and even going down on Greg. 

I woke up with a tingly feeling in my thoughts and raced to the kitchen to pour a glass of the juice. One full eight ounce glass. I drained it with a slice of toast, then rinsed the glass and waited to change. 

The brain blast hit, and in moments I was standing naked except for checkered boxers I had slept in. And with all of Alex's stuff packed away in the attic, I would happily run upstairs to my mostly empty closet for something for Audrey. 

Of course, most everything was fitted for my original Audrey body, and the new one didn't remotely want to squeeze into those outfits. In the end I was able to shove myself into a pair of panties a size to small and a pair of black slacks that fit the old body loosely but seemed to be painted on my new figure. All the bras were too small so I ended up forgoing my support and just put on a red button-up blouse that fit tight across my bosom. I only hoped my nipples would pop out to say hello and make me look like the two-bit slut Hanna had accused me of being the night before. 

The only other option was the bunny costume, as it was the only piece of clothing that actually fit me. 

So, that idea about shopping would definitely move to the top of my list of priorities. 

I went to the attic and dug one of Alex's winter coats out of the boxes. It was too big for me, but at least it covered the painted-on slacks and the top that threatened to burst open. 

Thankfully the changes hadn't affected my feet and all of Audrey's shoots fit just fine. But my new body didn't just want any old pair of shoes. I wanted to find the perfect pair to go with my already less than stellar outfit. But of course, old Audrey had been more concerned with practical matters like comfort and support rather than fashion and impressing her boyfriend, so in the end I settled on a pair of low-heeled brown ankle boots and decided I'd have to not just get a new wardrobe but make sure I got a far more interesting new wardrobe. Something with some pizzazz and some sizzle. 

At a little after nine, I was knocking on Greg's door, and one of his frat brothers answered the door in an open robe and a pair of Incredible Hulk lounging pants. 

“Hey,” he said. 

“Hey, yourself,” I replied. “Is Greg up?”

“Oh, shit. You're that chick from the party?”

I smiled. “Yeah, We're dating.” 

“God damn. So that wasn't an act. Fuck.” 

“Sorry. Really the girlfriend.” I sighed. “Is he awake?”

“Hang on, I'll check.”

“Shall I wait out here like a package from Amazon, or can I come in?”

He opened the door wide this time. “I'm sorry. Yeah, come in. I'll go get him.”

I touched his arm as I passed. Nothing too flirty. “Thanks. That's sweet of you.”

“Well, you know...” he said and took off down the hallway and to the right. 

I took a seat on the park bench they had in the foyer next to the coat rack. I crossed my legs and felt the slacks ride tightly against my skin. I uncrossed them and didn't like the way I looked with my knees together or spread slightly apart like a boy. So I crossed them again the other way and figured that as soon as I was shopping the first thing I was doing was getting at least one outfit to change into to finish the day in. 

I heard Greg groan and stretch from the hallway and when I looked he was approaching me. “What are...” he tried to say but a deep yawn cut him off. “What are you doing here?”

“Are you happy to see me?”

He waggled his head and wiped the sleep from his eyes. “Always, just not expecting it.”

I stood up, approached him and gave him a peck on the lips. 

“So, how soon could you be ready to go shopping with me? It was the funniest thing. I woke up this morning and none of my clothes fit.” 

I opened the coat and his eyes zeroes in on my chest immediately.

“I... I...” he stammered. “I can see that.” 

I grinned. They miss you too,” I whispered. 

“I need to get a shower, but I can be down in a few minutes though. Mind if we stop off somewhere for breakfast on the way?”

I shook my head. “If you're asking me out for a breakfast date, Mr. Hefner, the answer is always yes.” 

“Mr. Hefner. Right.” 

We laughed together. 

When he back around to his room I made my way to the kitchen. I knew from visits as Alex that there was eight brothers at the house. So I rummaged through the fridge and grabbed a dozen eggs and a pack of frozen sausage from the freezer. As Alex I was no stranger to the over and stove, so if it was a skill I could use as Audrey to endear myself to Greg's housemates, so be it. 

When Greg came down, two of his brothers, including Chuck, the one who had greeted me in his geek pants, were already eating and helping themselves to the fresh pot of coffee I had made. 

“Can we keep her, Greg? Please.”

I grinned and walked over to Greg, who had changed into some jeans and a college logo t-shirt. 

“Sorry boys, I'm taken. But I don't mind helping out a bit when I'm over to see Romeo here.” I gave him another sweet peck on the lips. He hugged me. 

“Laying it on thick, huh?” I could feel the smile and knew he was happy I wasn't ignoring his frat bros. 

“I figured why stop for breakfast if I could fix it up here and let your friends enjoy it too.” 

Another of the boys walked into the kitchen, a stocky guy whose name I couldn't remember who was one the wrestling team, if I remembered correctly. 

“Something smells good.” He sniffed the air then looked at me. I had put a “kiss the cook” apron on over my coat. “Fuck. I mean, hi. Did you do this?”

I nodded. “Nothing's too good for Gregory 's brothers.”

He sat down, stared as if reading the apron, and reached across for the bowl of eggs. “I'm not falling for that, no matter how hot she is.” 

I grinned. 

“You didn't tell me all your friends was such lady's men, Gregory.”

They were all eating out of my hands, almost literally. And he beamed like the kid who want the science fair at Elementary school. 

“So, I'm Brad. I'm sorry I forgot your name from the party,” said the wrestler. 

“Audrey,” I said. “Want some coffee, Brad?” 

He nodded, and I poured him a mug and brought it over.

“And it's perfectly all right. There was a lot of drinking and no reason to remember me.”

“Cool,” he said as he took the steaming mug. “So you guys are really dating after all.”

“I hope so,” I said. “If not, I'm gonna have to slap the shit out of him for leading me on.”

All the boys laughed, and for once in his life, Greg was the man they were all jealous of. 

“There should be plenty for everyone,” I said as I grabbed the bowl of eggs, reaching between Hulk pants and the dude beside him. I took the bowl to where Greg was sitting and scooped him two spoonfuls. Then I put them on the table and got the sausage and stabbed two with a fork and put them on his plate. “But if the rest of you don't wake up, they can just miss out.”

The boys laughed again. 

I took a seat beside Greg and placed my own coffee on the table in front of me.

“Not eating?” he asked. “You know me, the coffee and cigarettes diet, minus the cigarettes.”

“Goofball,” he said elbowing me.

“Hey, Audrey,” Jake called to me as he entered the kitchen. “I knew something smelled awesome down here.” 

“It's not me, Jake. It's the food.” 

“That's what I meant.” 

“Oh,” I said, feigning a sort of flirty irritation. “After the other night, I wasn't sure.”

“Hardy har har,” he said.

“I knew. I'm just giving you a hard time. Good to see you again.” 

“You too.” He said at the empty chair between Brad and me. “So, are you coming tomorrow for breakfast too?”

“Don't push your luck, buddy.” 

“Hey, Audrey,” said another voice I recognized. Adam this time. “Hey, you doing okay?”

“She cooked breakfast for us. Maybe she could teach your girlfriend now.” 

“Shut, up, Brad,” Adam said with a laugh and flipping him the bird. “Anyhow, you doing okay. After everything that happened, I wasn't sure we'd ever see you again.”

I smiled. “Thanks. That's sweet, but trust me. I'm not letting Hanna or anyone else run me off.” 

“Good to know,” Greg said. 

“You're awful quiet,” I said touching his arm. 

“I'm awfully hungry,” he said.

“Can I have a bite?” I leaned in and opened my mouth a few inches from him. He stabbed some eggs and fed me. 

I chewed, swallowed, and then said. “Thank you.” 

“What happened to your supermodel diet.” 

“Your eggs looked delicious.”

“You cooked them.” 

“That's why they looked delicious.”

“Goofball.” 

“Never denied it.” 

“Aw, god,” said Hulk pants. “If you two get any sweeter you're going to give Diabetes.”

“You're just jealous,” said Jake.

“Damn right,” he took another bite of sausage. “Seriously though, thanks a lot for making breakfast. It really was awesome, and I'm just sorry you had to put up with all the horn dogs.” 

I grinned. If they only knew the real horn dog was the beautiful girl in the kiss the cook apron. If they only knew that beautiful girl was actually Greg's friend Alex who had been over to the frat house enough times to know most of them by name and favorite brand of beer. 

“I didn't mind. I had time and it kept me being bored while I waited. Besides, I kind of want to get to know Gregory's friends.”

“Do you have a sister?” Brad asked. 

“Do you have seven of them?” asked the dude beside Hulk pants.

“Sorry,” I said and gave Greg a peck on the cheek. “Whenever you're ready, I'm good to go.”

He took the last bite of sausage then a long, loud slurp of coffee. I put my own coffee back down on the table half full. 

“Do you guys mind doing the dishes?” I asked. “If come over and find dirty dishes all over this table and the counters, I just might get upset.” 

“No problem,” said Jake. 

The rest of them nodded. 

In the car, Greg couldn't stop from laughing. “I can't fucking believe you got them to agree to do the fucking dishes.”

“All it takes is a little sweetness and a little charm.”

“All it takes is them remembering you in the damn bunny costume.”

“Someone sounds jealous.” 

“Maybe a little. You were a bit flirty.”

“Only as a joke. A girl has to use her superpower every once in a while, doesn't she?”

“Are you sure you weren't a girl before in a former life? Maybe Cleopatra or Clara Bow or something?”

I laughed. “Listen, I may flirt because I want you friends like like me, but I'm your girl, Gregory Philips.”

“Where do you want to go shopping?”

“Don't care. Some place with cute stuff though. I absolutely didn't think about old Audrey's clothes not being the right size for new Audrey's tits, hips, and ass. You choose. After all, you're the one who is gonna have to see me in them and I want you to be happy.”

“You are definitely nothing like any girlfriend I've every had before. That's for sure.”

“I certainly hope so.” I took his hand and moved it to rest on my thigh. Even through the slacks, just just felt right. “So, do you think your frat brothers liked me?”

“I think my frat brothers want to marry you,” he said. “Nobody has ever cooked breakfast in that house in the three years I've been there unless we were hosting some kind early morning event for the campus.” 

“Wow.” 

“Yeah. We already knew Jake had the hots for you after he couldn't take his eyes off you at the party the other night. Adam's happy with Sam, and I think Viraj has a fiance back home, but yeah, I think you definitely made an impression, and you did it all this time from behind and apron and that coat that covered you up.”

I opened my coat and unbuttoned two buttons so that my cleavage was finally a lot more comfortable but still at least barely in my shirt. “And I didn't even have to bring out the big guns,” I said. 

He laughed and then got silent for a few minutes.

“Everything okay, hon?”

He wrinkled up his lips and and sighed. “Yeah, I guess. It's just... this is such a big deal and you're still so sing-song about it, like a little fairy flitting around the park without a care in the world.” 

“Oh. Is this about the other night?”

“The other night?”

“Yeah, Did I take it too far? Do you want us to take things slower? That's fine, but I'm really into you so I'm not doing anything I don't want to do. But if you don't want to, then I can slow down. I mean—”

“Whoa. No. Not at all. It's not about that at all.” 

“So you didn't mind me sucking your cock?”

“Holy shit, you're blunt.” 

“Would you rather me be more demure?”

“I just want you to be you, that's all.” 

“So, back to my question. Sucking? Your cock? Minding it?”

He shook his head vigorously. “Not at all. That was awesome. It's been a long time.” 

“Well, let's make sure we don't make you wait so long next time.” I already had my mind on his thigh and was teasing as though I was going to reach for his crotch. 

“Hey, I'm driving.” 

“You're lucky I don't want to look my head in a crash,” I said with a smirk. 

“God damn, girl.” 

I moved my hand and just held on to his again. 

“Anyway, what I was trying to say was that this is such a big deal, and I don't know if you're faking it till you make it or you've really been thinking about it all this time or what. It just seems like it's not a big deal to you.”

I slumped my shoulders and gave him a sidelong glance. “Of course it's a big deal to me. But not in the same way it is to you. That's all. Giving up Alex for a while, or hell, even for good depending on how I feel later, that's not the big deal to me. I think that it is to you though. I think you still keep worrying that your taking advantage of Alex. You're not. Did you know that last night Alex, not Audrey, dreamed about our date at the party and that Alex, not Audrey, dreamed about what it was like to suck you off.” 

“Oh shit,” he said. “Really?”

“Now, sure. Maybe some of that was a little residual influence from the juice but that would be very little. I had the whole day to let it flush from my system. But, as I was saying. Alex wants this too. I fucking am Alex just as much as I'm Audrey. There's not two wolves bullshit going on inside my brain where Alex and Audrey are fighting each other for dominance. We both really, really like you. And as your best friend, we're both terribly attracted to you. As Audrey I just have the freedom to pursue in a way that Alex isn't built to. He would be as close to you as he could be short of actual sex, so it was his idea, my idea, back when I was him I mean, Becoming Audrey was something he started because he wanted to know it he'd have the guts as a hetero cisgender woman to actually be with you.”

He stared at me, like he just didn't have enough room on his hard drive to process it all at once. 

“Dude, the whole reason Alex got the juice in the first place was because he wanted Audrey to become your girlfriend. You deserved it. You always got the shit end of the dating stick. But then you had to start going out with that bitch Hanna, and so both Alex and Audrey had to be that plan on the back-burner.” 

“Wow. That's a lot. I had no idea.” 

“I know. It's not like he or I wanted to run about the fucking campus shouting 'I want to be friends with benefits with Greg Philips.” 

“I can see how that might have been confusing to a lot of people.” 

I laughed. “Yeah. Right?!”

“Still.” 

“Still nothing. The big deal to me hasn't nothing to do with having to choose between Alex and Audrey because as Alex I never stop being Audrey and and Audrey I never stop being Alex. Nothing changes except my shift to move from friends to friends with benefits, which secretly Alex wants too, just not in his male body.

“So for me the big deal what happens if I fuck this up. What happens if I push so hard to make this happen that I end up losing you and both Audrey and Alex? What happens if you get tired of me and I stop being your best friend and turn into just another girlfriend and eventually just another ex-girlfriend?”

He squeezed my hand tenderly. 

“No. I could never.” 

“Not now, no. But maybe. When the idea of Alex isn't so much always here. When you've accepted me as Audrey so easily and so naturally that it becomes easy to just see me as any other girl and not your girl.” 

“Shit. You really have been thinking about this.”

“I sucked your fucking dick, buddy. You think I'd do that without months worth of wondering and thinking and confusion?”

“I never thought of it like that, Audrey.” 

“I don't want you to have to think about it, hon. I just want you to enjoy our time together and have the kind of relationship you deserve. You asked me at the party what made me so made when Hanna accused me of being a paid skank pretending to be your girlfriend. Well, now you know. Because this was never really about making her jealous, not for me. That was something I was perfectly willing to do for you. But I was always hoping for something deeper and more important and well, longer lasting than that.” 

“As I recall, you didn't seem to appreciate being called a skank either.” 

I busted out a full belly laugh. “Now that part, that was the alcohol talking. Drunk me gets a lot more defensive when your ex-girlfriend calls me a skank.”

“Well, we did go to The Point.”

“And if you ever want to go again, you might want to reconsider the next words out of your mouth, sweetheart. Besides, I can be a slut all I want, but never ever a skank. One is based on my chosen actions. The other is a natural state of my low moral character.”

We arrived at the Ridell Street Shoppes, a kind of trendy row of apparel and vintage electronics stores. Greg stopped the car and shut off the engine.

“This okay?”

“This is perfect.” 

“Or do you want to keep talking?”

“I'm kinda talked out and I really can't wait to get something that fits.”

The first store was a vintage store and I didn't wait too long looking around. I just needed clothes fast. So I grabbed a white denim miniskirt and a lavender tank top with the Rolling Stones lips logo on the front. The boots still worked with them, but I did want to dress it up a bit so I chose a pair of shiny black tights that were more designed for working out than for a fancy night out. Still, they worked with the outfit in a very “Let's Get Physical” kind of way. 

I still couldn't find a bra though that fit. I was sure I'd need an actual fitting from a lingerie store to get my new boobs sized correctly. 

Still, I felt and looked a whole lot more comfortable and a hell of a lot more put together, even it it had dressed me down to a sort of throw-back teenager style. 

I gave Greg a twirl and the wide grin he gave me convinced me that he thought I looked nice too. 

“Much better,” I said after I carried the bag containing my old clothes out the door and back to his car. He popped the trunk and I tossed the bag inside. “Thanks. Now I feel like I can actually spend some time shopping and looking around for something that's not an emergency.”

I was leaning against the car after closing the trunk and as I breathed, I noticed him looking at my chest rise and fall. 

“Hey, Romeo, my eyes are up here.” 

He laughed and blushed a little. 

“Yeah, but your boobs are down here. You think I don't know what I want to look at?”

“Flattery will get you everywhere.

“Nothing remotely 'flatter' about you, dear.” 

“I'm sorry. I'll find a bra that fits soon. But I'm gonna have to be fitted, and I don't think they have any place that does that here on this strip.”

“It's all good. Free the boobies, I say. I live for the bounce.” 

I laughed and punched his arm.

“I really enjoy just hanging out with you.”

“Yeah, I know. Best friends, remember?”

He smiled. 

“With benefits.”

“Definitely with benefits.”

“I can't believe how amazing you look in whatever the fuck you wear.”

I blushed. Genuinely. “Stop. You're gonna embarrass me.” 

“Bouncing the girls around in public is not big deal but me telling you how beautiful you are makes you embarrassed?”

“I'm a special kind of weird, babe,” I said. “But do you really think I'm beautiful? I mean, the juice kind of ensures that I'm hot. I get that. But beautiful, that's a different animal entirely.” 

“Yes, I think you're beautiful. Of course I thought you were beautiful before. I'd still be honored to be out with either of you.” 

“Well, that decision is kind of made for us after the party. But if you ever want to go our with skinny Audrey instead, we could always stage a break-up and then start up with her.” 

He waved his arms in front of him and shook his head vigorously. “No. No. No.” He paused and sucked in a long, deep breath. “No.”

I pushed off the side of the car and stood beside him. 

“No more fucking drama. Let's just stick with what we got. Let's just enjoy being together.” 

“Always,” I said and I pushed my lips against his. 

He parted mine with his and kissed all the breath out of me. I was pretty sure my nipples were advertising their excitement through my top. 

“Umm... Audrey?”

He pointed with his eyes to my protruding nipples. 

“Need to wait a minute or think about dating my grandpa?”

I laughed. “Wouldn't work. I've met your grandpa. He's cute for an old guy.” 

“Great, now I have to worry about you falling in love with my grandpa.”

“I guess good looks just runs in your family, lover-boy.” 

“Have I told you lately that your very fucking weird.”

“Yes, and in the very best way.” I gave him a grin and then tweaked my nips to make them stand out more. “Fuck 'em.” I started toward the next store. “It's like the bird on the cereal box says,'Follow the nips. They always know.'”

He groaned and put his arm around my shoulders to pull me closer. 

“I do not ever plan to eat nipples for breakfast.” 

“I bet your frat brothers would.”

He gave a faux stink eye. “And dream of you the whole time.” 

“They'd better. I couldn't stand the thought of them thinking there was a better pair out there to dream about.” 

“Oh god. Are you always gonna be like this? What does it take to shut you up?”

“Tell me I'm beautiful again.”

“Okay. You're beautiful again.” 

I elbowed his side. 

“Fine. Fine. I'm just kidding.”

“So I'm not beautiful.”

“Vanity, thy nature is fragility.”

“Shakespeare?”

“Nope. Gary Philips.” 

“You think I'm vain and fragile?”

“I think you just like fishing for compliments.”

He turned and stopped us on the sidewalk in front of a record store. “Is that so?”

“That is so, young lady.”

I turned to two guys leaving the store. “Excuse me. Do you two think I'm beautiful.”

One guy put up his hand like 'I'm not getting involved in this shit.' The other looked me up and down, then practically wagged his head instead of just nodding. 

“You've very beautiful,” he said. 

“Thank you very much,” I said and walked over a kissed him sweetly on the cheek. Then I grabbed Greg's hand and led him to the next store in the row of shops. “That could have been your kiss if you were a good boy.”

He chuckled and rolled his yes at me. Then he stopped me, twirled me to face him and pulled me to him. “If I wanted another kiss, I'd just take it from you, you silly, insanely beautiful girl.” 

I kissed him again. 

“See how easy that was.”

“God you're weird.”

“But insanely beautiful. No take backs.”

“No take backs,” he said and pulled me in for another. 

Chapter Six—Heart to Heart

It was about four thirty when we made it back to my place with at least a dozen bags from at least six different shops. Greg helped me sort and hang up the clothes by type—skirts together (minis and longer kept separate of course), then dresses, then tops divided by graphic tees, dress shirts, strappy tops, and other, uncategorizable tops. Then pants, just a few pairs of slacks, one in black, one in white, and a pair of skinny jeans in blue denim, white, and black, and just for fun, a pair of leather pants if I really wanted to get wild sometime. 

I kept the ankle boots and a pair of flat brown suede boots that went almost to my knee, but I tossed all of old Audrey's other shoes into a box to join Alex's stuff in storage. I replaced the discarded footwear with several pairs of heels in various colors to match my skirts and dresses, a single pair of Nike workout shoes for exercise, and several other pairs of heeled boots in brown, black, and pink. Finally there was one very, very expensive pair of thigh-high black boots with six-inch spiked heels. 

I totally caught shit from Greg for those, who laughed at the thought of me learning to walk in this since I'd never really worn anything other than three or four inch heels before.

But I was determined. And when I finally showed up for one of our dates in those fucking boots, he'd cream his pants before I even made it to his door.

I had been fitted and sized and ended up by six new bras. Two in black lace. One regular old boring one in white. One in pink. A strapless one. And a black push-up model. Like my freshly measured thirty-four double Ds need any help in that department. I bought so much underwear that I needed two drawers to hold it all. I had dump all the briefs onto the floor and replaced them with lace bikinis and even several pairs of thongs for when I didn't want to show off panty lines. 

I filled another drawer with tights, stockings, and other hosiery. And the draw above it with nighties and teddies two men's pajama shirts I found leftover from my Alex clothes. After all, I remember, what is sexier than a woman in a man's pajama top and nothing else?

I even bought two oversize white men's dress shirts for special occasions.  

Greg helped me pack up the rest of old Audrey's stuff too so that my closet was filled with my new wardrobe. He even carried all the boxes up to the attic, and I rewarded him with a kiss so fiery that I made sure to press my boobs against his chest. 

“Stay for dinner?” I asked, holding him by the folds in the arms of his shirt and not letting him go after the kiss. “I'll cook.”

“You already fixed me breakfast. You don't have to do that.”

“That was for the boys, and you know it. This is for you. And I want to. I like doing things for you to make you feel special. You deserve it.”

“You're already too good to be true. You don't have to be too good for me too.”

I laughed. “You're too good for me.” 

“Right.”

I kissed him again, stepping up on my tiptoes. He cupped my ass and lifted me from the floor, and I let out a loud, “Wooo” as I was lifted into the air. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he pressed me against the wall and kissed me again.

“See, too good for me,” I said. 

“I still can't believe this all.” 

“Believe it,” I said. “It's all real.”

He still held me against the wall and I wasn't about to leg go him with my legs. He had me just where I wanted to be. 

“I know. I mean I can feel it. I know you're physically there.”

“It's real then.”

“I mean I can't believe it's happening, not to me. I mean, two weeks ago, Hanna was dumping me on the three month anniversary of our first date. And now, I'm dating the most beautiful girl I've ever seen even though she didn't even exist two weeks ago. And she wanted to stay over so she can cook dinner for me—and then has the gall to tell me I'm the one whose special.”

I laughed.

“What?”

“You called me beautiful again.”

“Sorry. Won't happen again.”

“It damn well better happen all the fucking time, babe.” 

“Like you need to be reminded.”

“A girl still likes to hear it.” 

He kissed me again, sweetly, no open mouths, no tongues. “You're beautiful. Way too beautiful for a guy like me.”

“Sorry, you're stuck with me.”

I felt his grip relax.

“Don't you dare put me down yet. I like it here.”

“It's a good thing you're not heavy like this.”

“I know you're not calling me fat.”

“Hey. I said not heavy.”

“Just checking.”

“I bet you'd be beautiful no matter how much you weighed.”

“Well, I don't want to put that to the test. I like me just the way I am.”

“That makes two of us.”

“I was there at breakfast,” I added. “That makes at least nine of us.”

“Hopeless flirt. That's what you are.”

“But I belong to you, Mr. Gregory Philips. You friends may get a little of the sizzle, but you and only you get the steak.”

“Oh, that actually sounds good.”

“Interested in some of the steak tonight, huh?”

He laughed. “Well, sure. Later, but I mean actual steak, you know, for dinner.”

“Remind me to avoid steak metaphors next time when I'm trying to get seduced.”

He laughed again, louder this time. 

“Or maybe I could have a little of your steak,” I said.

He let go of my ask and let me slip in his grip until my feet touched the floor again. 

I pouted at him. “Awww...” I said, poking my lips out even further. “I like it when you hold me like that.”

“Yeah, but now you got me thinking about steak. Do you have any?”

“Yeah, in the freezer. I'll thaw two out and get the grill ready?”

“Want me to do the grill, babe?” he asked. 

I poked my finger into his chest. “I may have boobs now, but that doesn't mean I forgot how to operate a grill, Greg Philips. If you want to help, why don't you cut up some of the lettuce for a salad while I take care of the steaks?”

He laughed. 

So did I.

“And then if I haven't gotten too heavy after my steak, you can pick me up and pin me against the wall again.” 

“As long as you're not too heavy.”

I slapped his arm playfully. 

“Asshole,” I said with a smile. 

He squeezed my cheeks and made me do a sort of chipmunk face. “Yep, I was right. Still beautiful. I can't make you ugly no matter what I do to that gorgeous face.”

“Now who's a goofball?”

I reached around and squeeze his ass, then let go and went to the kitchen. 

“I was kidding about the salads. I can do that. Really. I just want you to relax and chill. Watch TV, nap a little, read a book. Whatever.”

“I don't mind helping.”

“I know, but I want to do this for you. I want to teach you that you're worth having nice things done for you.” 

“Are you sure?”

“Totally sure. Besides, I'll get my payback tonight after dinner.”

“Are you propositioning me for sex, young lady?”

“Why no sir, I'm simply making myself available for your leisure, Mr. Philips.” I opened the freezer and retrieved two steaks. “For the record, our pillow talk really needs work.”

“Well,” Greg called out from the living room. “I'm a lover, not a writer.” 

“We'll see,” I said.

“What?”

“I said, 'how to you like your steak?'”

After dinner, I joined him on the couch while we finished whatever show he had been watching while I prepared dinner. Something about a doll that used to be a human and was trying to kill someone to take her place. It was weird, but the special effects totally ruined it.

But he liked it, so I kept watching, resting my head in his lap.

“Dinner was delicious,” he said. “But I don't want you to have to do that for me all the time. I can cook too, maybe not a good as you, and I don't mind taking your out.”

“I like doing something special for you.”

“I guess I'm just not used to that.”

“Well, you'd better get used to it.” 

“Silly.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you. I don't know why you're so determined to spoil me.” 

“Because you've never had anyone do it before and if anyone deserves to be spoiled, it's you.” 

As I spoke, I started to play with his dick though his jeans. It had already started to grow just from me laying my head against it in his lap, but when I actually stroked it, it sprang to full attention.

“Speaking of spoiling my sexy boyfriend.”

He didn't speak. I think he was still in that confused space where he could see me as Audrey when we were being sweet together, but the minute things got sexual, he started to worry about taking advantage of Alex again, no matter how much I had tried to convince otherwise earlier.

It was okay. He didn't even have to think about what was happening. I would do all the thinking for him as long as he had a good time. 

I unzipped his pants and unbuttoned the flap, then tilted the sides away to give me better access to his stiff member. I fished it out of his boxers and just looked at it for several seconds. Not huge. Nothing like a porn king. But mine regardless. And he fit my mouth perfectly. 

I took him into that mouth, and I let the taste of me fill my throat and sinuses. He was so musky, so manly, so much like what I had thought of as gross and sweaty when I had noticed it on Alex's body after a long day. But at Audrey, I found the scent welcoming, not at all disgusting.

“Mmmmm...” I said to him, not taking my lips off him. 

Then I started to slide up and down his shaft. Slowly. Keeping an intentionally patient rhythm. Using my tongue as I went up. Tightening my lips around him for extra friction when I went down. 

I was no longer looking at him. I had just closed my eyes and focused on the sensation of his cock in my mouth. I recorded the taste of his skin to memory. I did the same with his musky odor. 

“Ohhh,” he murmured and his body shuddered a little. 

I lifted my mouth from him and looked up at his face.

“Do you love me now or what?”

“Love you?”

“No, not like a threat. I'm not trying to con you into an 'I love you' with a blowjob. This is coming out wrong.”

He cocked his head to the side and kept staring. 

“I mean do you love the way this feels. Because I do. And if you want to touch me or hold my head or take charge a little, that would be okay.”

“Take charge,” he repeated, almost dreamily.

“I know you're not used to a girl doing this for you, but I want to. I really want to. And if you're comfortable with it, I'd really like you to hold the back of my head and set the pace that makes you feel best.”

I didn't wait for his response. I went down on his dick again and pressed my face so far that I hit my gag reflex. But I held it. I focused on breathing through my nose, not my mouth. I relaxed my jaw and my chin. Only then did I pull up. 

I went down again, pushing through the gag reflex as best I could a second time. 

This time when I went to lift my head I found I couldn't. Greg was holding my head in place. I would have smiled if my mouth hadn't been so full of his cock. Instead of rising, he pushed me further down, and I did gag that time, and he let go.

I said no as best I could with him in my mouth and reach above me to move his hands back into place. Then I went up and down in a slow steady motion again until he took the lead and either slowed me down, picked up the pace, or held me at his full length for a little bit. 

I smiled even as I gagged a little and relished the warm of his palms on the side and back of my head. 

“Oh, god,” he said, and he started to move my face up and down on his manhood faster. I knew he would be cumming soon, and I prepared myself to take all of it that I could.

I wanted to swallow his cum. I wanted him to know that I wanted to swallow it. I wanted him to know that a beautiful girl loved him enough to want to swallow it. 

When his dick spasmed, he shoved my down on his so far that I felt the tip hit the back of my throat, and he held me there, deep on his cock, while he sputtered and spurted his juices deep down past my mouth and directly into my throat. I gagged and gurgled but I held on, never trying to push or pull away from him no matter how uncomfortable I became. 

Finally, he tensed up one last time, and he practically jerked my face off him. 

“I'm so sorry. I just couldn't let go. I was so tense and enjoying it so much and my body just wouldn't listen to my brain.”

I kept swallowing until my throat was clear. Sore, but clear of his cum. 

“It's okay,” I said, sitting up and stroking his face. “You didn't hurt me. I'm fine. I'm better than fine. I'm full.” I gave him a wicked grin. 

At the grin, his expression relaxed from apology to just exhaustion.

“I really do love the way you taste,” I said.

“Ah...”

“Let's get you clean though.” 

I leaned back down and without taking him into my mouth this time, I licked him up and down, and around the base and tip until I had removed all traces of his juices. 

“I think I love your cock,” I said. 

“I know I love the way your lips feel on my cock.” 

“Spend the night.” 

“Here? With you?”

“Here. With me.”

“If I do, I don't think I'll be able to control myself.”

“Why would you want to do that?”

His chest vibrated as he laughed inside. “As nice as that would be, I think think I'm ready for that yet.”

“Well, we don't have to. We could just cuddle.”

“After what we just did. I don't think I could just cuddle.”

“We don't have to just cuddle.” 

“Now you're trying to confuse me.”

“Is it working? Do you want to stay yet?”

“Oh, babe, I definitely want to stay, but I'm not so far gone that I can't do the right thing.”

“Oh?”

I kissed the tip of his penis and it lurched a bit at my touch. 

“Don't you start that again or I won't be able to think straight.”

“But I love to kiss your cock. You're sweet, amazing, just perfect for me, delicious cock.”

I took him into me again. 

He stiffened inside the wet warmth of my mouth. 

“Audrey,” he said.

“Umm hmmm,” I replied.

“Oh, god.”

“Umm hmmm.”

“Tease.”

“Umm hmmm.”

In not time, he was rigid and at full attention and pushing against the back of my throat again. I pulled off and looked up at him. 

“You don't have to stay, but if you're not, I want to drink your cock dry before you leave. You owe me that for dinner.”

And I went right back onto him, bouncing my face up and down his manhood until he finally tensed up and his breath caught in his throat. I pushed myself as far as I could go, wanting to help him fill my belly full of his salty, musky jizz.

Afterward I licked him dry again and he could barely resist me. I went to the kitchen, got him a fresh beer, popped the top, and handed it to him. 

“Now you have to stay at least long enough to finish your beer and make sure you're okay to drive.” I got on my knees on the floor in front of him. “Or you could just give me your keys and I could take really, really good care of you.”

“I have to go home. I do.” 

“Not yet you don't.”

I bounced up on my knees and then took a hold of his member again, just with my hands this time. They were cold from the beer, and it made him shiver. Then I took him into my warm mouth. It make him react with a little jerking motion. I alternated between my cold hands and warm mouth, and soon enough I had him solid enough for round three. He wasn't anywhere as long and strong as the first two times, but he was rigid enough for me to get a good lock on him and build up friction with my lips and tongue. 

I knew better than to interrupt my sucking with talk this time or I might lose him, so I kept a much more frenetic pace that before. He even managed to grow a little more before finally sputtering the last of his load into my mouth. It wasn't nearly as much as before, and I was pretty sure I had drained him dry for the next few hours. He probably even be sore in the morning. 

“Is that all you got?” I asked. “Or is there more inside you. If you're going to leave me alone tonight I want to get all of you inside my that I can.”

“Pretty sure that's it,” he said. I couldn't quite decide if it sounded like a groan or a moan or just a man who was out of breath from a long run. 

“I wasn't sure you could make it through that last one, stud,” I said. 

“I never came three times before.”

“It's my other superpower. I can flirt and I can make you cum three times in one night.” 

“Beat the hell out of webs.” 

“I'm better than Spider-Man. I'll have to remember that for my senior quote.”

“Oh fuck.”

“Are you sure you don't want to stay the night. It's not like I could make you do anything else now anyway.”

He shook his head. “I really need to go. I don't want the boys to talk shit about me staying the night. Not yet.”

“Don't want me to come off like a slut, huh? How sweet.”

“Oh no, I totally don't mind you being a slut. I just don't want to have to deal with their shit in the morning.”

We both laughed. 

I closed his jeans and buttoned him up, then zipped him up as well. 

“I guess I should put my toys away where I found them.”

“Just for now.” 

“Did I mention how much I love the taste of your cock?”

“Once or twice, yeah.”

“How do you make it taste so fucking awesome?” I asked. 

“Must be the barbecue sauce.”

“Dumbass,” I said smacking his belly with the back of my hand. 

“Cocksucker,” he said and he looked like he wanted to take the joke back, like he had gone to far.

“Just yours. Only yours. That's my beautiful, delicious cock and nobody else can have it. It Hanna was too stupid to hang on to it, then it's her loss. It's all mine now.”

“Don't I get a say, babe?”

“I like it when you call me babe,” I said. 

“You're avoiding the question.”

“I still like it.” I said. “You could call me babe more often. You should definitely tell me I'm beautiful and call me babe and let me suck your dick more often. Those can be the three fundamentals our relationship is based on.” 

He not only laughed that time, he full-on snorted. “So says all the best self-help books about dating.”

“I should write one. More women should know about this.”

“You want more women to know about my cock?”

“Oh no, Romeo. Not your cock. Some other cock. Yours belongs to me.”

“And again I ask, don't I get a say in that?”

I shook my head. “Maybe when you have the guts to stay over all night. Then well talk about giving your balls back.”

I sat up onto his lap, and he winced. “Oh, sorry. Are you sore, hon?”

He nodded.

“Sorry, I said. Want me to make it feel better?”

“Pretty sure you've done enough, you little tart. It's all your fault anyway.”

“Aww... Poor baby.”

I kissed him. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and I tried my best to melt my face into his. We only got as close as our tongues.

After a minute of so, he pushed me away and actually picked me up and put me on the couch beside him.

I looked at his with my best hurt kitten expression.

He grinned and shook his head.

“I'll see you tomorrow. The world isn't ending tonight. We'll have plenty more time to hang out.” 

I kept pouting.

“You know I'm just going to be lonely.”

“I'm sure you'll survive.”

“What if I don't? What if my lonely little body just shrivels up and disappears?”

“You're weird.”

“In all the best ways.”

“You're weird,” he repeated. 

“In all the best ways?” I asked as a question this time. 

“In all the best ways,” he agreed. 

“If I get too lonely, I just might show up on your doorstep again tomorrow morning.”

“If you do, pancakes and bacon would be my preference.”

I slapped his shoulder.

“Pig.”

“Slut.” 

“Boyfriend.”

“Girlfriend.”

I kissed him again. 

“I really have to go.”

“Okay. I'll give up.”

I stood up and stripped out of my top and new bra.

“That's giving up?”

“I sleep in the nude.” 

“Since when?”

“Since now.”

I unzipped my shirt and wiggled out of it. 

I stood in front of him in just my panties and tights. 

“The door is that way,” I said.

“Maybe I'm sticking around for the rest of the show first.”

“Maybe the rest of the show of is for paying customers.”

“Pay customers, huh? What's it cost?”

“Stay here and find out.”

“No,” he said, laughing. “You little minx. Nothing stops you, does it?”

I slipped down my tights and stepped out of them. Then my panties. 

At last I was standing totally naked in front of him. 

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he said. 

“That's the idea, handsome.” 

He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist again. He walked me into the hallway and pushed me against the wall. “You like that huh?”

“Yeah, baby,” I said. 

“You like it when I push you against the wall?”

“Oh yeah, baby. I do. I like that a lot.” 

He raised his knee and it pushed against my mound. He raised it a little higher and pushed it so that I was able to grind across the top of his jeans.

“You like it when I let you grind yourself on my leg?”

“Uh-uh. I love it when I grind my pussy on your rough blue jeans.”

He let go of my hips and pushed my legs off his waist. 

“Turn around and face the wall,” he said. 

“Ooh, forceful,” I said. 

“Just turn around, silly,” he said, ruining the moment, but I did so anyway. “You're right. I owe you something. I got off three times, and you haven't even come once. I should be selfish.”

“What have you got me for me, baby?”

I hadn't even finished the question before I felt his fingers reach under me, between my legs and gently part my labia. I squeaked out of sound I hadn't made before. 

“How about that, beautiful? You like that too?”

“Very, very, very much,” I said, my eyes starting to float in my head. 

“You were already beautiful,” he said continuing to fuck me with his fingers. “But when I saw you naked, you were transcendent. You were a Greek goddess. You were a work or art.” 

“And you're very good with your fingers.”

One finger kept going inside my pussy, but the other touched my clitoris. It stroked it tenderly but also very deliberately. I let out another sort of squeaky squealing noise I couldn't stop. It was joined by several low, throaty moans, as my body relaxed and let me rest most of my waist on Greg's diligent fingers. 

“Legs giving out, babe?”

“No. It just feels so good.”

“Never did this before?”

“Not like this.”

“You deserve this,” he said. “You're amazing.”

“I... I...” I just couldn't get the words out. My body was on fire. Was plugged into a wall socket. Was filled with ants biting me and tickling me from the inside in all the right places. It was such an amazing feeling, I couldn't really put words together in my brain to help me understand it.

He didn't let up. A third finger found its way inside me and I moaned long and low and loud. It was a damn good thing I didn't have a roommate.

Even so I was sure I was putting one hell of a show.

“So fucking beautiful,” he said, still pumping me. 

He started to kiss my neck as he fucked me with his very, very talented fingers. Each time his lips touched the sensitive skin on my neck, it only amplified the feelings that were gathering in the nerves of my clit.

“Oh shit oh fuck fucking goddamn fucking oh god fuck shit fuck,” I muttered.

“You've got a very dirty mouth to be so goddamn beautiful, babe,” he said. 

“Fuuuuuuuuck!” I cried out and almost bit my fucking tongue in half as I came stronger than I ever had before as Audrey. “Fuuuuuucking hell,” I whimpered. 

My pussy grabbed his fingers and tried to hold him inside me forever.

I was absolutely fucking sure that I had drenched his fingers with my own juices. 

When my body stopped shaking, I collapsed again the wall. He turned me around and let me rest against his chest. He slurped his fingers loudly and I watch as he tasted my cum like I had tasted his. 

“You're delicious too, babe,” he said. 

“I don't think I can stand up, Greg.” 

He tilted me to the side then lifted me under my arms and knees and carried me upstairs to my bedroom. He lay me carefully on the bed then covered with a blanket. 

“Still coming by to make pancakes in the morning?” he asked. 

“Fuck you,” I said, purring like a happy little kitten. “I'm sleeping in.” 

“Suit yourself. I just don't want you to get lonely.”

“Fuck lonely. I need to recuperate.” I sighed deeply and let out any stress that might still be trapped inside me. “Whatever the hell you just did to me, it might take a while to recover and learn to walk again.”

“I love you too,” he said and kissed my forehead.

Then he turned out the light, closed the door partly and made his way downstairs to go. 

I never heard the front door close behind him.

Chapter Seven—Dinner and an Ex

I didn't wake up until a little after noon, and even then it was only because Greg was calling me. I could tell if was him by the ring tone I had programmed for him the night before the party—"Fat Bottomed Girls," his favorite song by Queen. 

“Hey,” I said groggily.

“Good afternoon, sleepyhead,” he said.

“What time is is?”

“Twelve fifteen about.”

“Wow. I really slept.”

“Feeling okay?”

“Feeling like a dream wrapped in a velour rub and rubbed down with clouds. You?”

“Was sore as balls this morning. I think you almost broke me last night.”

“Well, I think we broke each other. If I broke you like a lamp, but you broke me like a rowdy mare. You fucking tamed me, Greg.”

“But I like you just the way you are, even will all your weirdness and craziness. Who wants a tame Audrey?”

“Well, too bad. No take-backs. You tamed me. I belong to you now. I'm your responsibility.”

“Good, then get ready. We're going to meet the gang for wings around two o'clock. I'll swing by to pick you up at one-fifteen. Be sexy but not too sexy. We don't want to freak out poor Jake too badly.”

“Fine. I'll be tame Audrey.” 

“How 'bout we go for just tame-ish instead?” 

“Whatever you say, bronco breaker.”

He grunted at me through the phone.

“You were with me when I got all the clothes. What do you want to see me in today?”

“Do something with the fishnets. Other than that surprise me.”

“That's supposed to be tame enough for Jake's delicate horniness?”

“Tame-ish.”

“Right. Tame-ish.”

I got a shower, mostly holding my up by leaning against the wall. My legs were still a little sore from the immense pressure of his fingers inside me last night and me not helping matters by adding most of my body weight to put down on him and make the motion something far more aggressive and almost violent rather than tender. 

Not that I had cared one bit at the time. 

It was either that or I just wasn't used to my body reacting so strongly to that kind of attention. As old Audrey, I had played with a vibrator and enjoyed it but not like whatever Greg had done to me with his fingers. 

I wondered how I might react when I finally convinced my perfect gentleman to finally make love to me. Or have sex with me. I would be happy with either. 

After the shower I stumbled to the closet and picked out a pink sweater dress that sloped where I did and tucked where my curves wound back in. I put on a pair of white stockings. They would just show when I sat down if I crossed my legs, and that would give enough tease so that Jake and Adam knew that Greg was indeed a lucky man. I completely the look with the brown, high-heeled boots. I had just enough time to paint my face on, and so I applied my smokey eyes, bright pink lips and just a little but of powder and blush. Not putting on my war paint for a night at the club, but still looking like a woman who put effort into looking nice for her boyfriend. 

The few minutes I had until he was supposed to arrive gave me just enough time for a glass of my special juice.

I met him at the door, and his eyes went wide.

“Damn,” he said.

“I hope that means you approve.”

“You don't need my approval, but yet. I don't know how you do it but you take something simple like that dress and make it into some crazy mixture of alluring and innocent. It's uncanny.”

“Glad you like it.” I lifted my knee and pulled up the hem of the dress, revealing the top of one of the stockings. “But wait, there's more,” I said.

“Are you trying to make me kiss you again?”

“Why ever would I do such a thing, Mr. Philips?”

I took the lead this time and kissed him deeply, even bending my knee like a postcard bride.

On the way to Wing Master General, we listened to the soft rock on one of his Pandora stations. I held his hand on my left and made flying motions out the window with my right, mostly singing along to the music and realized how tired I still was.

“Did it really hurt that bad this morning?” I asked.

“A little.”

“I'm sorry. I want be so pushy next time.” 

“It's okay. Its' not like I didn't enjoy myself.”

“Have I mentioned today how much I like to suck your cock?”

He didn't answer immediately. It sounded different to say it in the bright light of the day, so I could only imagine how weird it would sound to hear it from a sweet girl in a sweater dress sitting next to you on a Fall afternoon. 

“Well, I do,” not waiting for him to answer. “And I don't care how weird it might sound to say it out loud.”

“Goofball,” he said. “Did I mention yet how much I enjoyed hearing you moan while I fingered you last night?”

“I don't believe you have, sir. But I'm thrill you enjoyed that. I know I certainly did.”

“Next time, I want to go down on you instead.”

“Doesn't have to be an instead.”

“Yeah it does. It matters to me anyway. You've been so good to me, and I want to show you that you're worth it too.” 

I smiled from all the way down in my heart all the way up to my face. It felt like nothing could ever take that smile away. 

“You don't have to do that. It's not a competition.”

“I know, but I want to.” 

“Aren't you sweet?” I purred. Then I changed the subject before I lost all control and went down on him before we ever reached the restaurant. “Who all is coming to lunch?”

“Well, you and me, and then Adam and Sam. I think Detta said she could make up. Then of course Jake. Like he'd dare miss any opportunity to gawk at you. Maybe even Brad.”

“Wrestler Brad?”

“Yeah, he loves wings.”

“Okay. Makes sense.”

“Don't get a big head, babe. Not every one of our friends only shows up to bask in the glory of your presence.” 

“A girl can dream,” I said. 

“Goofball.”

“Oh, and remember, I'm paying this time.” 

“It's okay. I still have all that settlement money that mom dropped into my account after she divorced dad. I really don't mind.”

“It's not a pride thing. You cooked for me last night and yesterday morning.”

“Technically I cooked for your friends yesterday morning.” 

“Whatever. It's my turn to treat you. You can foot the bill next time.” 

“Promise?”

“Absolutely. I mean, if there's anything left after the small fortune you spent on all those new clothes.”

“I had to.” 

“You had to.”

“Hush. I had the money, and I needed clothes that fit.”

“You could have got clothes that fit down at Goodwill. You wanted clothes that made you feel beautiful and made me fall in love in with you.”

“Guilty as charged,” I said, not mentioned that it was the second time he had used the L-word. Best not to push it. “Is it working?”

“Well, you do look beautiful and falling in love with you wouldn't be a difficult thing to do after  last night.”

I drummed my fingers together like a super villain. “Then my master plan is working. Call me beautiful and fall for me, 007.” 

“Too late,” he said. “Already falling.” 

“Hey, Greg.” 

“Yeah, babe?”

“Thanks.” 

“What?”

“I just wanted to hear you call me babe again.”

“Babe, babe, babe.” 

He brought my hand up to his lips and kissed it.

“Beautiful, beautiful babe.”

I rested my head on his shoulders for the rest of the drive, both of my hands holding his free hand, my fingers intertwine with his above and below. 

Adam and Sam met us at the door, cutting Jake off strategically as if to protect me from his flirting. 

“Good to see you again,” Sam said. “I have to say, I didn't really how close you and Greg really were since I hadn't even met you until the party, but I don't think I've ever seen him smile so much in the past few years.”

I glanced to him and he flushed bright red. “It goes both ways,” I said.

“That's good. You look great, by the way. What do you use for your skin?”

“Soap and water mostly.”

She sighed and shrugged her shoulders. “Well, consider me jealous. No matter what I do, I can't get mine to stop breaking out around my hairline. Drives me up the wall.”

“Are you kidding?” I asked. “You're gorgeous. I only wish Greg and I looked as cute together as you and Adam.”

“Hey, Audrey,” Adam said. “When's the next breakfast?”

“I was thinking dinner for our next surprise meal.”

“I don't think any of the guys would mind.”

“Ya'll are sweet,” I said. 

Brad nodded from the back of the group and waved with his eyelids. Jake smiled and waved awkwardly. 

“Is Detta coming?” I asked. 

“She said so, but I guess she's running late.”

Truth be known I was really wanting to use girl-time as an excuse to get to know Detta better. There just always seemed to be something stuck between us when I was Alex to kept us at arms length from each other emotionally. 

“I really sorry about Jake,” Adam said, whispering. 

“It's okay,” responded in the same whisper.

“He's crushing on you pretty hard.”

“I know. Not sure what to do about that.”

Sam leaned in and said softly. “Burlaps sacks and ashes all over your face might just do the trick.” 

I laughed. “I'll have to order one from Burlaps R Us when I get home then.”

Greg took my arm and let me to the table, and we all sat down. We ordered a one hundred wing super platter for the whole table, and a three baskets of fries with Ranch dressing.

Just before the order arrived, Detta showed up. The only free see was the one beside me, so she smiled, said hello, and sat down. 

“We're ordered the super platter. Hope that's okay,” I said, turning to her.

“That's fine,” she said. 

I kind of felt a little bad for her. Before she had realized she was bisexual, she and Greg had dated in high school, and I think she still had a bit of a crush on him. Not enough to make a move or be exclusive to one gender, but a crush nonetheless. Maybe that was why I wanted to get to know her. Maybe as Greg's best friend, I had been the other-man in the relationship that she wanted with him. Maybe it wasn't sexual at all. 

Greg and the gang chatted about all kinds of things and for the most part, I played the part of the new girl with style and panache. I only responded to statements or questions addressed toward me. I never revealed that I knew them already. I never led the conversation or re-charted its direction. I deferred to Greg's lead, and looked to him for guidance and approval. He only played along because he knew the importance of the game. 

In becoming Audrey I had lost Alex's connection, and in order to get them back, I would need to start over and create brand new friendships with all the friends I already had. 

My new life wasn't all oral sex and pissing off Hanna. 

So imagine my surprise when Hanna and Terrance walked in and noticed us. She glared at me, and rolled her eyes, then she and Terrance went to a table on the other side of the restaurant. 

“Do we need to—” Greg asked me, when he saw my discomfort when she appeared.

I shook my head. “No drama. I promise. I'd prefer to just ignore it and let it go.”

“It doesn't mattuh,” Jake stood up and said, doing his best Rafiki from the Lion King, “It's in duh pahst.”

“Sit down,” Brad said. “And don't you dare start singing 'Akuna Matata.'”

I latched my eyes onto Jake's and nodded. I started singing, and he joined in. After all the shit I'd put him through by just being myself, I owed him one. And it felt good to cut up with him like I used to. 

He took the pig's part and I took the meerkat's part. When we were done, the rest of the table was in stitches, even Brad.

“Well,” he said, “it sounds a hell of a lot better when you sing it, Audrey.” 

“Jake sounded great.”

“We finally learned what's wrong with you, Audrey,” Sam said. “Your hearing.” 

We all laughed again and we got dirty looks from several of the nearby tables. 

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make a scene.”

“We always make a scene,” Greg said. “It feels good to laugh with friends, doesn't it?”

“I like your friends, hon,” I said and rested my hand on his leg under the table. He laid his hand on top of mine. 

I think I astonished them that a seeming princess like myself could put away so many wings. I downed at least three beers too to help fight the exponentially increasing spicy heat in my mouth, and after fifteen wings, I was definitely starting to feel the alcohol. 

I had discovered my kryptonite, but it sure as hell wasn't my hearing. It was my new body's ability to hold it's liquor.

“I'll be right back,” I said, and I rose to head to the bathroom. 

Sam excused herself as well, as if to remind me that girls do this kind of thing in groups. No gazelle runs solo on the plains. 

She wrapped her arm in mine and we set off for the rest room. We pushed open the door with the force of two drunk women, and I stopped cold when I saw Hanna crying at the sink.

I instinctively asked, “Are you okay?”

She turned and practically spat at me, “Why the fuck would you care?”

“Are you okay?” I asked again. 

“Do I fucking look okay?”

“Just ignore her. She's not worth it,” Sam said. 

I went into the stall to pee and Sam stayed at the mirror and reapplied her lipstick. 

“God, I can't believe how cute you two are together,” she said. 

I didn't answer. As much as Hanna had pissed me off, I somehow—and annoyingly so—suddenly couldn't deny the bound between women.

I searched for words that might soften the blow and finally decided on, “He's a good guy. I'm just sorry it took so long for us to finally get together.”

Hanna coughed and kept sobbing.

I flushed and wiped then got up and washed my hands. As I shut off the water, I asked again, “Are you okay, Hanna?”

She looked at me again, but this time not with anger. I wasn't sure what it was exactly, but it wasn't the pure rage I was used to. 

“I'm serious. Do I need to call somebody for you?”

She shook her head and kept crying. 

I turned to Sam. “Tell Greg I'll be out in a minute. I want to make sure Hanna's okay.”

Sam's eyes grew wide and she wet her lips. “Yeah, don't take long, okay.”

I nodded. 

When she left, I stepped closer to the girl who had been my enemy. Had been the one I thought of as the bitch. She flinched but didn't back away. I stepped closer still and finally held her gently by her shoulders. 

“I mean it. Are you okay?”

She shook her head.

“What's wrong?”

“What do you care?”

“Look, I'm sorry about what happened at the party. I was a little drunk, and I let my temper get the best of me. I know it's too little too late, and I wouldn't dream of asking for your forgiveness, but I am sorry.”

“Whatever,” she said, trying to get a hold of herself.

I handed her a moist paper towel. She took it and wipes her eyes. It left streaks in her mascara.

“What happened? What's wrong? I know I'm not the person you wanted to see but I am the person who is here and if I can help, I wish you'd let me.”

She sucked in her bottom lip. 

“Can I hug you?”

She didn't respond so I embraced her anyway. She didn't reciprocate but neither did you pull away. 

“You don't have to tell me. It's okay.”

I let her cry until if seemed like all the tears were gone. Then she pulled out of the hug and asked me for another wet paper towel to wash her face. I waited as she applied fresh eye shadow, mascara, and lipstick. She still looked like she had been crying, but she looked put together, and that seemed to make her feel a little better.

“Better?” I asked

She nodded and left the bathroom. 

When I returned to the table, everyone wanted to know what had happened, what was wrong, and how the hell I could have cared in the first place. 

“I just let her cry. I don't know. And no matter what I said or did at the party, I'm not a total bitch,” I said, taking their questions in order. 

After that, we finished the rest of the wings. Jake and I led the table in more Disney songs, and I secretly kept an eye on Hanna across the restaurant floor.

When they were leaving, she made a left turn at the bar to intentionally walk by our table. She stopped at my seat and looked down at me. Terrence stood behind her, smiling the same smile I had seen at the party. It seemed to be the only one he could make. 

“Hey,” I said. “Feel better?”

“Can I call you?” she asked. 

“Sure.” I wrote down my number on a napkin and handed it to her. “Any time.” 

She took the napkin then walked away as she put it in her purse. 

“Good night,” Terrence said as he followed her out the door.

“Well,” said Detta, breaking the almost breathless silence. “That was super fucking weird.”

“Right?” Jake asked. 

Greg gave me the 'we'll talk about this later, right?' look and I nodded. 

“Is everything okay?” Sam asked. 

“Oh, I'm fine. Maybe we had a moment in there.”

“First she wants to beat the shit out of you and now she wants to have a moment and a heart to heart.” Adam said before digging into another hot wing. “I don't trust her.” 

“People change,” I said, glancing at Greg. He laughed. 

“Some more than others,” he said and put his arm around my shoulders.

One the ride home, he kept silent for as long as he could. But finally he had to ask me about what happened. 

“I'm not gonna push,” he said, but I am curious what happened back there. I know things are tense between you and Hanna—”

“I was never really mad at Hanna until I saw how she treated you at the party. I wanted to stand up for you. But then the beer kicked in and I kind of lost my head—and my balance.”

“Well, whatever it was, she clearly had it in for you.”

“Maybe. But she was really hurting, Greg. I don't know what it is, but she was in deep pain.” I popped my knuckled and placed my hands in my lap. “I was ready for anything from her, I thought, but not that.”

“Imagine Hanna being human too.” 

“Don't be mean.”

“You're the one who tried to punch her.”

“Yeah, I know. And I was wrong. Hell, I even apologized to her in the bathroom.”

“You apologized to her? Isn't she the one who started it when she called you a skank?”

I shook my head. “It's all my fault. I was so determined to make her jealous for you that I overdid. I must have really hurt her pride.”

“You're too much. I thought I had your figured out. But now you surprise me by being just a beautiful on the inside as you are on the outside.”

I flushed with the joy of being seen, of being known.

“Enough about that.”

“Okay. You'll tell me when you're ready.” 

“That's really all there is to it. I won't know any more until she calls me—if she calls me. She could just as easily change her mind.”

“Okay, okay,” he said. “What would you rather talk about then?”

I grabbed his hand and enveloped it in both of mine.

“Let's talk about you spending the night tonight.”

“Wow. Just like that.”

“What?”

“How do you avoid whiplash when you shift from Saint Audrey to Slut Audrey that fast?”

“Is that any way to talk to the woman who wants to fix you breakfast at her place tomorrow morning.”

“Breakfast, huh?”

“Yes, pancakes and bacon in bed.”

He grinned. 

“You don't quit.” 

“I have good reason not to.”

“How 'bout we go see a movie instead or go dancing? Hell, even bowling.”

“I look better in dancing shoes than bowling shoes.”

“You'd look amazing in duct tape and cardboard, silly.”

“I'd rather not put that to the test, if you don't mind.”

“Neither would I, but that doesn't take away from the truth of my statement.”

I pulled his hand to my lips and kissed it.

“Dancing then?” he asked. 

“I'm thinking movie. We can make out in the back row.” 

“Really?”

“I miss you.” 

“We've been together all afternoon.”

“I miss you,” I said again, putting the emphasis on where he might get my drift.

“By me, you mean...”

“Your cock, yes. I have had to go all day without it.”

“Are you sure you don't have whiplash from that turn?”

“So, movie it is then, hon?” I asked. 

“I'm leaning toward bowling just because they have a changing room with a cold shower for you.”

“Pooh. You're no fun.”

He rolled his eyes. 

“Okay, you were fun last night.”

Another sidelong glare as he tried to balance his attention between me playing the innocent and him needing to keep his eyes on the road.

“And before that too. And the night of the party.” 

“Is that all?”

“All I can remember, but even those memories are fading fast.”

“Are they now?”

“I can't even remember what you taste like anymore.”

He rolled down the window and turned up the radio.

“That's enough, you wanton slut.”

“You say that like it's a bad thing.”

The light in front of us went from yellow to red and he stopped. 

“Maybe I'll play with myself right here in traffic if you're not interested in me anymore.”

“Sure. Go ahead,” he teased. “I'd like to see you try.”

“You would? Okay.” 

I hiked my dress up to where the tops of my stocking were no longer hiding, the I pulled it even further so I could touch myself through my panties. I looked to him and waited for him to tell me to stop, that we could go to the movies and make out. But he kept his eyes on the road and ignored me.

I'd show him, I thought.

I started to actually massage my pussy and trace the slit between my lips with my finger. I didn't watch what I was doing. I only watched Greg to gauge his reactions to me.

He continued to watch the road and pay no attention to me whatsoever.

I pulled my panties to the side and kept up the gentle stroking up and down the entrance to my pussy. 

I moaned with a put-on porn tone. 

“I think the car beside us might know what you're doing.”

I looked and two teenage dudes were staring at me.

“Well, at least they take an interest in me.”

He didn't respond that time. Being intentionally ignored was making me so hot I could barely stand it. 

I pushed one finger inside my cunt. 

“Don't mess up my car seats,” he said. 

I pushed another finger inside, and I started to fuck myself slowly. 

I moaned for real that time. 

I kept going. He stared at the road straight ahead. 

I pulled out and played with my clit. I actually felt my breath catch and shorten. 

The light changed and we took off. The force of him gunning the gas made me practically pinch my tender clit and I yelped. 

“Oh shit,” I said before realizing I was speaking out loud.

I was actually getting off in the seat beside him. He was really going to make me fuck myself and orgasm in the passenger side of his car. He wasn't going to let me win.

God dammit. Well, if I wasn't going to lose this one, I was going to lose without a shred of dignity. 

We stopped at another light just as my climax hit the point of release. 

He rolled down my window as I wailed like the bitch in heat I had pushed myself to become.

“Gaaaawddammmittt!” I screamed and didn't stop pushing at my clit until my body remembered how to relax. I sat in the seat panting and sweating.”

He rolled up the window. I sure that old couple enjoyed your show,” he said and I jerked me head to the side. There was no car there. 

“Just kidding,” he said. “I wouldn't do that to you.” 

“Fuck you,” I said, smiling.

“You first,” he said. “Feel better?”

I cut my eyes at him. 

“Well, you obviously needed that. Think we can go bowling now, or will you need another quickie on the way there?”

“I guess I did. Sorry you're stuck with a girlfriend who can't stop thinking about your dick.”

He laughed, put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me toward him. 

“Want to cuddle instead?” he asked. 

And I dropped my head to his shoulders. 

Chapter Eight—Relationship Redux

Greg totally kicked my ass at bowling. I, of course, told him that it was only because I hadn't yet gotten used to the technique and balance in my new body. He shook his head, told me I was crazy and that I had always been shit at bowling. 

“You only say that because it's true,” I said, as I was unlacing the ugly shoes and desperate to put on something cute again. 

I bounced my knee and all but wagged my foot at him. 

“Rub my feet?” I asked.

He smirked and sighed. 

“Pleeeeeease.”

“With a cherry on top?”

I scooted next to me. “I thought you'd never ask. You can have my cherry any time, Mr. Philips.” 

“Oh, god. You.”

“Well, you asked.”

“Now I'm a little bit afraid to rub your feet. You might just jump me here on the lanes.”

“I promise I'll be a good girl. Just rub my feet. Those fucking shoes killed me.”

“Fine,” he said, patting his lap. I took the hint and laid my legs across his. “He took my left foot and massaged it, He worked my arch with his thumbs, then moved up to the balls of feet and pressed his thumbs into me in small circles. 

“You're too good to me, babe,” I said as I melted into puddle of super relaxed girlfriend in the hard plastic seat. 

“Other one?” he asked. 

“You don't think you're done with the first yet, do you?”

He shrugged. “I guess not.” 

“See, even you can be taught.”

“Careful there, sweetie.”

“Or what?”

He screwed up his face in deep thought for a moment, then laughed.

“What?” I said.

“Nothing.”

“What?” I pouted. “Tell me.”

“It's nothing, really.”

“Please...”

He leaned in and whispered it. “Or else I want let you near my dick for a week.”

“You couldn't.”

“Oh I would. Wanna try me?”

“I didn't say wouldn't. I said couldn't.”

“Oh?”

“Damn right. How would you stop me?”

“Well, Adam still has the handcuffs he bought for the cop costume last year. I suppose those might just do the trick.”

“You wouldn't dare.”

“I don't know. I never had a girlfriend handcuffed and at my mercy before.”

I slumped my shoulders. “Well, if you put it that way...”

“Damn, Audrey.”

“Now you're just teasing me.”

He chuckled and shook his head. 

“Just keep rubbing my feet so I don't have to think about it.”

“Seriously?”

“Totally serious. You can't just say things like that around me after talking about my favorite cock.”

“Favorite? There are others?”

“Only, but still my favorite.”

“I'll take that.”

I leaned back against the seat as comfortably as I could and closed my eyes, focusing intently on each motion of Greg's fingers on my sensitive feet. If I hadn't been in public, I would have asked him to kiss them. Not that I'd ever been into feet at all as either Alex of old Audrey. But here, rubbing them, I had discovered them to be a far more sensual part of my body that I would have thought, and just the dreamlike fantasy of him sucking on my toes and kissing my heels and arches through my stocked was filling up what Alex would have called my spank bank with wonderful new images and ideas. 

After a few minutes, he stopped, and I watched as he slipped my boots onto my much happier feet and zipped them up, then helped me to my feet.

“Feel better?”

“Very much better.”

“Good.” He pulled me to his side and covered me with his arm. “How long has it been since I told you how beautiful you are?”

“At least a few hours.”

“Well, I can't let you forget, can I?”

I cocked my head toward him and smiled with a contented sigh.

“You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, Audrey Miller.”

I pressed as close to him as the laws of physics would allow. 

“You're only saying that because I let you touch my feet.”

He raised his eyebrows at me. 

“Let me. You begged me.”

“Fine. Whatever.”

“Tease.” 

“So what if I am?”

He turned my face to him and tilted my chin back so I was looking up into his eyes. 

“Regardless, and while I don't typically go around looking at feet, I'm sure yours are the most beautiful pair in the world.”

He kissed my nose.

“Now who's the tease?”

“That'll do, pig,” he said. 

“Hey!” I pushed up onto my toes and planted a big smooch on his lips. He put his arms around me and pulled me in closer instead of letting me back to the ground. He deepened the kiss, no tongues, but enough to quicken my breath and make me want more.

When he broke off the kiss, he let go and I returned to the floor as flatfooted as my boots would allow me with their pointy heels. 

“You called me a pig.”

“Pigs are cute.” He snorted and laughed. “With their cute little noses and their curly little tails.”

“Good try, but that's not gonna save you.”

“One day I'm gonna have to tie you up.”

“Oh?”

He laughed. “No, not to have my way with you or anything. Just to get a break from all this, well, you. I figure the only way to catch a break without you turning everything I say into something sexual is to gag you, tie you up and hide you in a closet so I can relax.”

“I'll tell you this, Greg Philips. If you every tie me up and just leave me alone, I will never forgive you.”

“Okay, the I won't tie you up.”

“I never said that. I just meant that when you do it had better be to have your way with me, mister.”

“I...” he started, then shook his head. “What do you mean 'when?'”

“Caught that, did you?”

“Stop it before I have to put you in the trunk for some peace and quiet on the ride home.”

I kissed him again. “Promises, promises.”

“You know you're weird, right?”

“In all the best ways, babe. In all the best ways.”

When we got to the car, I stopped at the trunk and tapped it. “Well?”

He wagged his 'don't be stupid' finger at me. “Get over here, silly.”

I was about to make a smart-ass remark when my phone buzzed. It was a text from Hanna wanting to know if I could talk.

I text back 'sure' and waited for her response. 

“Well, as much as I was looking forward to trying to get you into my bed tonight, do you might if we save it for another night?”

“Hanna?”

I nodded. 

“Sounds serious?”

I nodded again. 

“And from sinner to saint again.”

“Not even close,” I said. 

He took me back to the house and I kissed him sweetly, and got out of the car. 

“Tomorrow?” he said.

“Wouldn't miss it,” I replied. 

When I got inside, I kicked off my boots and flopped onto the couch. Alone. 

I opened Hanna's message and then tapped the call button. 

“Audrey?” she said as she answered. She sounded as if she had been crying again.

“It's me.”

“Thanks.”

“I”m really sorry about the other day, okay. I was a total bitch.”

She didn't say anything.

“I'd actually like to be friends maybe.”

Still no response. 

“I'm pregnant,” Hanna said finally. 

“Whoa...” I said. 

“Yeah.”

“Wow. That's a lot to take in.” 

“Especially coming from me.” Her voice sounded weak, tired, broken. “It's not Greg's.”

“Oh.” 

“I wanted you to know.”

“Um... thanks.”

“Terrance's then I guess.”

“Yeah. He wants me to keep it.”

“Oh. Wow. Holy shit.”

“I know.”

Neither of us said anything for a few moments. 

“What do you want?” I asked. 

“I want to go back and not get pregnant.” She sighed deeply and clearly even over the phone. “I can't believe of all the people I could talk to about this, it's you.”

“It's okay. No pressure.”

“I guess,” she said. “I guess I'm sorry for the other night too. I just got so mad at Greg because I had been fighting with Terry.”

“That makes sense. I had just got the news about the baby, and I hadn't said anything yet, and then he looked so happy and you were so pretty that I lost it.”

“It's okay. I could have been less of a bitch.”

“You didn't know.” 

“Anyway, I wanted to say I don't think you're a skank or a slut, and I'm sorry I said you were just pretending to be Greg's girlfriend.” She grew quiet for a few moments, and I didn't feel like anything I could have said would have been helpful. “Anyway, he seems really happy with you. He really likes you. I can tell.”

“I'm a lucky girl.”

“I want to get an abortion,” she said.

“Okay,” I said more as a placeholder than an actual comment. 

“You're sure that's what you want?”

“I think so.”

“Want to talk about it?”

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

I wasn't sure. Maybe it was just that if I was going to be true love of Greg's life, then I needed to get to know the people he knew, and that mean Hanna too. Or maybe it was some kind of unspoken bond between girls I had acquired when I became more and more women from the larger glass of the juice. Or maybe  it was just that Hanna was hurting, and I couldn't bear to see her in pain. Maybe it was that simple.

“I figure it we both saw something in Greg that made us want to go out with him, we must at least have something in common, and to be honest, since I'm new here, I could really use a friend.”

I heard her give a broken, quiet laugh. 

“Listen, Hanna. Do you want to meet for coffee or something in the morning to talk about it some more?”

She didn't respond.

“Like I said, no pressure. Your call.”

“Okay.” 

The Bean on campus? Eight o'clock. That okay?”

She waited. It sounded like she was crying again.

“Hanna?”

“Uh-huh?”

“Why don't I just keep the phone and if you want to talk, I'll be here. If you want to cry, I'll still be here.”

“I don't really want to be anything right now.”

“I can imagine. But I'll be here for that too, if that's what you need.”

So we waited together, both phones on, not really talking, not really interacting at all, just together in case she needed someone. Eventually I heard her breathing soundly and even snoring softly.

“Hanna?” I asked quietly. 

No answer.

I asked a few more times. Still no response, so I assumed she had cried herself to sleep.

“Good night, Hanna,” I said. “Sweet dreams.”

I got up early enough to get to The Bean early and reserve us a table. I honestly wondered if she'd even show. I had chosen the most unflattering outfit I could find, some black yoga pants and a short-sleeve sweater and my trainers. Even so, I felt that my ass was on display, and I was happy to find a seat to avoid further attention. 

After all, this was Hanna's time, not mine.

She was running late apparently and when my phone dinged I figured it was her. But no, it was Greg.

“I can't believe you two are meeting for coffee.”

“She's hurting.”

“Did you say what was wrong?”

“She did, but she told me in confidence.”

“That's okay. I don't need to know. Just tell her I hope she feels better, whatever it is.”

“That's sweet. I'll let her now. She's not so bad, I don't think. We might even end up friends.”

“I won't hold my breath, but you are awesome for doing this for her, whatever it is.”

“See you this afternoon?” I asked. 

“The end of the world couldn't keep me away, babe.”

I blushed even though he couldn't see it. 

A text buzzed through that she was on her way, and I told Greg, I needed to go. He kissed me through the phone, obviously getting more relaxed about the romantic stuff between us. We hung up and I texted Hanna back to see what she wanted to drink. 

I had her iced mocha waiting for her when she arrived. 

She had dressed up more than me, wearing a very classy pantsuit that made me think of Kate Hepburn. 

“I feel underdressed,” I said as she sat down. 

She gave me a weak smile. 

“That looks great on you, by the way, very 1940s Hollywood high glamour.”

“You're full of shit, but that you.”

“I feel like I raided the Goodwill bin compared to you.”

“And yet you still look amazing,” she said her smile a little stronger, less forced, less weary.

“Now who's full of shit?”

We actually shared a laugh. I took a sip of my plain, black, hot coffee—Indonesian beans, of course, my preferred.

“Do you mind if we don't talk about it right now?”

“This is your day, Hanna. You take the lead. I here if you want to talk or if you need to break down.”

“How the hell are you so nice?”

“I just think we got off on the wrong foot, that's all.”

“God damn,” she said under her breath. 

I didn't respond. 

“I'm sorry. I know it's wrong but I'm still looking for every reason not to like you, and I don't even know why I asked for you number. I mean, I should like you at all. I'm Greg's ex and you're his current.”

“You're not still in love with him, are you?”

She shook her head. “I don't think I ever was. I think we just had fun together.”

“And Terrance, do you think you love him?”

“Maybe. I thought I did.”

“Men.” I said. “Can't live with them, can't bury them in a hole in the back yard, not legally anyway.”

She grinned. “Stop it.”

“Stop what?”

“Stop making me enjoy myself. It's too weird.”

“Greg tells me I'm weird all the time.” 

“You guys are cute together.” 

“I'm cute. He just makes us a 'together.'”

She laughed fully that time. “That sounds familiar.” 

“Well, I might have stolen it from Shakespeare.”

She shook her head. “No, something one of his friends said. Not the same but like it. Something how a perfect couple, and how she's perfect and he just makes it a couple.”

“Great, now I'm plagiarizing.”

“It's okay. I grade on a curve.” 

I laughed. It felt super nice to be relaxed around another girl. I had been so wrapped up in being Greg's girlfriend I had neglected becoming friends with anyone I hadn't already really known as Alex. I hadn't even considered starting at the true beginning to actually develop a friendship with another woman. I hadn't even though about how important that might be to me if I wanted to really experience life as new Audrey.

“I know you don't want to talk about it right now, but let me at least say this. If you decide top go through with it and you need someone there with you, if Terrance won't go with you, I'll be there, okay.”

She smiled and looked like she might cry. 

“Okay, okay,” I said. “No more sad talk. Drink your coffee and then what do you say we go have some retail therapy?”

“Well, spending money always makes me feel better.”

“You're not the only one, sister,” I said. 

Shopping with Hanna was a far different experience than shopping with Greg. Greg had been my audience, my gauge to measure the effectiveness of my outfits. Hanna was more a sort of co-conspirator, the both of us aiding and abetting each other in the pursuit of emptying our wallets as we tried on all sorts of crazy clothes, most of which we would never actually wear in public, but it sure made for a fun fashion show for us. 

It was late in the afternoon when I got a call from Greg.

“Hey, we still on?”

“Oh, shit,” I said. “Time got away from me.”

“Got away from you? Where are you?”

“Hanna and I went shopping?”

“Is that Greg?” she asked leaning in to hear the conversation.

“Yeah. We were supposed to get together this afternoon.”

“Wait, are you saying you forgot about me because you were spending time with my ex?”

I laughed. Then is mouthed to Hanna: “Did you hear that?”

She nodded. 

“Well,” said. “She is prettier than you.”

“That's rich. And a little hurtful.”

“What can I say? We've moved past the cat fight stage to the buying lingerie together stage. Give us a few more days, and we be having pillow fights and doing each other's hair.”

“That I'd love to see.” 

I turned to Hanna. “Greg says hello.”

“He did not. I heard every word.”

“Hello,” he said. 

“Now he says hello.”

“Hi,” she said, reaching for the phone. “Do you mind if I talk to him?”

I shook my head and handing her my phone.

“Hey, Greg.” 

“Hey, Hanna.”

“Listen. Audrey's awesome. I hope you know that.”

“She's great, but how are you?”

“I'll be fine.”

“I should never have caused a scene at the party. I know Audrey apologized but I'm sorry too. I think maybe she's rubbing off on me.”

“It's okay. I was kind of the Queen Bitch at the party. I deserved it.” 

I put my arm around her and leaned into the phone. “Look at us, all getting along.”

Hanna smiled. 

“Anyway before I hand the phone back to her, thanks for letting me borrow her today. I feel a lot better.”

“Like I had a choice. She's a bit of a firecracker. She does what she wants, when she wants. I tend to just get swept along in the current that is Hurricane Audrey.”

“Did he really just call me Hurricane Audrey?”

“He did,” she said covering the phone with her palm. 

“Oh, I'll show me a hurricane.”

“Anyway,” Hanna said as she uncovered the phone. “I wanted to say thanks and that if you think we can make it work I would like to be friends again—but no rush, whenever you're ready.”

“I'd like that a lot,” Greg said, and I smiled and felt like someone had dumped a fresh bucket of flowers and rainbows into my belly. 

She handed me back the phone. “Two things, Romeo. First, hurricane?”

He only laughed without speaking. 

“Second, Hanna may not rush you, but I just might. She's pretty awesome herself. I figure she must have been for you two have even thought about going out.”

“She totally is,” he said. “But so are you.”

“And don't you forget it.”

“Are we still getting together or do you want to stay out with Hanna a bit longer?”

Hanna shrugged her shoulders. “If it's cool with you I'll stay with Hanna for a little bit.”

I caught her smiling without her seeing me. 

“Perfectly cool. Totally frozen, babe.”

“God, you two are absolutely nauseating.”

“I know, right?”

“What?” he said. 

“Sorry. Talking to Hanna.”

“Sure. Let me hang up then, and the you guys go have fun. I'll call you tonight.”

“Sounds good, hon,” I said. 

“It's a date,” he said.

“Shut up already,” she said. 

Chapter Nine—Hanna 2.0

Hanna and I caught a movie after dinner as a tapas place. I let her pick, and we caught some romantic comedy starring several guys I realized were much better looking than I remembered and a few girls whose outfits I was totally jealous of. 

When we went back to the campus so I could get my car, she hugged me and said, “Thank you so much.”

I returned the hug with equal vigor. “I had so much fun today. Think we can do it again sometime?”

“I would love that.”

“Me too. We gotta work up to that pillow fight, right?”

She laughed. “I will totally kick your ass in a pillow fight,” she said. 

“You think so?”

“I know I will. I'm not ashamed to admit that I cheat.” 

I grinned. She hugged me again. 

“Listen,” she said, still not letting go of the embrace. “I don't want talk about... well, everything again, but thank you for distracting me today.”

I shook my head against her shoulders. “I wasn't just distracting you,” I said. “I was getting to know my new bestie, I hope.” 

“You're weird. Sweet, but weird.”

“So I've been told.”

We let each other go and stood facing each other. 

“I'm really am so—” she started, but I put my finger up to my lips to stop her.

“It's in the past. It doesn't matter.”

She smiled. 

“I'll call you tomorrow,” I said. “I”m getting up to make breakfast for the guys in Greg's frat.”

“What?”

“Yeah. I did it the other day and the boys really appreciated it so I'm gonna surprise them again.”

She laughed. “Do you do their cleaning too?”

“Hell no. I do love to cook though, and it gives me an excuse to spend more time with Greg.”

“You're a much better girlfriend than me then.”

“Bullshit. Why don't you join me? Having two smoking babes in aprons will be the perfect way to wake them up.”

“I can't cook for shit,” she said. 

“Anybody can fry bacon and make pancakes. What do you say? It could be fun Terrance wouldn't mind, would he?”

“He'll be at work anyway and haven't talked with yesterday anyway.”

“Then it's settled. We'll cook for the boys together. Trust me, we'll be their absolute favorite women in the world after that.”

“The way to a man's heart is through his stomach.”

“So they say,” I replied. “But I think that's about a foot too high.”

“Did you really just say that?”

“I did. Sorry.” 

She laughed. “I did say you were weird, right?”

“You did.” I popped my knuckles. “So, we're doing this together in the morning, right?”

“Fuck it. I guess so. I don't have anything better to day, but are you sure Greg will be okay with it? I don't want to interfere, especially after...”

“I insist, and if he is stupid enough to not be okay with it, I'll just have to skip his stomach and get to his heart the other way.” 

“Damn, Audrey.” Hanna stepped away and glanced to the rows of lights that graced the sidewalks back to her dorm. “You just come right out and say what's on your mind, don't you?”

“It's a curse.”

“It's fucking hilarious is what it is.”

“Seven thirty at the frat house okay. Since I live off campus, do you want me to pick up?”

“I'll meet you there. Promise. No matter how fucking weird it going to be when I show up.”

“Any of the overgrown mama's boys gives you any shit, they'll answer to me and my cast-iron skillet.”

We said our goodbyes and I called Greg on the way back home. 

“Thanks so much for letting me spend the day with Hanna. I actually like her.”

“I wouldn't have believed it.”

“I know. Right?”

“Do you want me to come over?”

“Miss me, huh?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Or are you just wanting to get your cock sucked again?”

“So fucking blunt.”

“I bet you do though. I bet you've been thinking about it all day.”

“I bet you have, you mean.”

“Actually, today was a good day for me. I think I need time with other girls so I don't let myself turning into such a slut all the time.”

“You mean you weren't dreaming about us getting together.”

“Dreaming, yes. Wetting my pussy all day because of it, no.”

“Fuck, Audrey.”

I laughed. “Pussy. Cunt. Cock. Dick. Cocksucker.”

“What?”

“I was just proving they're just words. Nothing to be afraid of.”

He laughed loudly. 

“I either have the hottest, most awesome girlfriend in history or I've got the sluttiest one. Sometimes I can't figure out which.”

“I like to think I'm bit of both.”

“A bit?”

“Okay, a lot of both.” I turned on the blinker for the turn into my neighborhood. “Besides if you came over tonight I'm sore tired of walking that all I'd want to do is just like down on the couch and have your massage my feet again.”

“Poor baby,” he said. 

“And kiss them. Maybe suck on my toes a little.” 

“Uh-huh.”

“Damn, maybe I do need you to come over for a little bit.”

“Maybe I shouldn't then.” He laughed. I did too. 

“Pussy,” I said. “Don't me slurping all over your dick, but you can't suck on my toes a little? I thought you said my feet were beautiful.” 

“I also said I didn't have a lot of experience with feet.”

“Oh, don't worry about that. I'm an excellent trainer when it comes to you making me feel good.”

“I can't anything without you making it sound dirty, can I?”

“Not yet. We'll have to see what tomorrow brings.” 

I pulled into my driveway and turned off the car. 

“Hey, babe?” I asked. 

“Yeah?”

“If I text you a list of groceries, can you pick them up for that Frat house?”

“Why?”

“Breakfast, dummy.”

“Oh, you're doing that again.”

“Yep, Tomorrow morning. I'll be there at seven thirty.”

“Cool. I know the guys will be excited about that.”

“Tell them to get doubly excited then. I talked Hanna into joining me.”

He didn't say anything. 

“I hope that's okay, babe,” I said.

“Yeah,” he said finally. “It'll be fine. Just unexpected. You guys must have really hit it off.”

“Well, I figure if there's anything cooler than one sexy chick in the kitchen, it must be two sexy chicks in the kitchen.”

He laughed. “You're already more than they can handle all by yourself.”

“You say the sweetest things,” I said. “Are you sure you don't want to come over and take care of my beautiful little feet?”

“Well,” he said, “I would but now I have to go buy groceries.”

“Good save, Romeo. I guess I'll have to take a rain check on that.”

“We'll see if you can be a good girl tomorrow.”

“If it gets me some attention, I can be the best good girl you've ever seen, baby.” 

“And just like that, she's back.”

“Sleep well, sweetie,” I said. “Dream about me.”

“Every night, babe,” he replied. 

True to her word, Hanna meet me on the front porch of the frat house the next morning when I showed up at a quarter after seven. She had on a pair of black skinny jeans and a button up green blouse that wasn't tucked in. It was very sexy, but still it couldn't hide her figure since the material caught each time me moved her arms. Her make-up, as usual, was subdued but absolutely gorgeous. The perfect girl next door.

I, on the other hand, had chosen a black leather miniskirt, a red peasant top, fishnets, black socks and my Doc Martens. I was the punk and she was the princess. 

“You're early.”

“Yeah, I don't know why. I didn't feel like going inside until you got here. To be honest I still don't know if I feel like going in.”

“It'll be fun. Trust me,” I said and took her hand and practically dragged her to the front door. I rang the doorbell and refused to let her pull away.” 

Viraj opened the door, and his sleepy eyes lit up when he saw Hanna and me outside. “Hey, Audrey. Who's your friend? I assume you're here for Greg.”

I shook my head. “This is my friend Hanna and WE are here for you and the rest of the boys, silly. I figured if we didn't show up every now and then, you guys would revert back to beer and stale pizza for breakfast. Somebody has to save your from yourself. Right, Hanna?”

“Wait,” Viraj said. “The Hanna?”

Hanna took a step back but I pulled her along as I went inside. 

“Yeah,” she said looking at the floor. “That Hanna.”

“Be nice, Viraj. Hanna's my friend and she's here to help me cook for you so the least you can do is say thank you.”

“Well, then,” he said as he stepped out of the way to let us pass. “Thank you very much. Any friend of Audrey's is a friend of mine. Especially if she cooks.”

Hanna lifted her head and smiled. 

“See. These poor boys will be eating out of your hands before you know it.” I turned to Viraj. “You to tell the boys to get up and get ready.”

“Will do, boss,” he said. 

“And if they come set the table like actual gentlemen, they might even get a kiss.” 

He laughed loudly. “Best deal ever,” he said, “but if my fiance back home ever finds out, I might need to crash on your couch to hide from the hitman she hires to kill me.”

“Then we won't tell, okay,” I said and gave him a wink. 

“Wow. You lay it on thick,” Hanna said.

“It's just innocent flirting, and it's fun. The boys know it's harmless and if it makes 'em feel a little happier and better about themselves, who does it hurt?”

“Greg, maybe.”

I felt arms reach around my waist and lips on my neck. 

“Greg doesn't mind,” he said. 

“Hi, babe!” I squealed a bit. “Best hello I've had all morning.”

“How can I help?” He let go and smiled at Hanna. “Good morning to you to. I'm glad you decided to come.” 

“See?” I said. “And I didn't even have to go past his stomach... yet.” 

Hanna and shared a laugh at our inside joke. 

“I'm not even gonna ask,” Greg said. “Because knowing my weirdo girlfriend, it's probably something dirty.” 

I turned to face him and I gave him a quick kiss on his wonderful lips. Then I smacked his ass with my open palm. “Of course it is, hon.” 

“Ow.” 

“That didn't hurt my big strong man, did it?”

“Can I just go ahead and throw up now or should I wait until the rest of the show?” Hanna asked. 

“Oh, are you jealous?” I leaned in and gave her a peck on the cheek. “There, all better, besty?”

“You're so weird,” she said. 

“Give Hanna a kiss, Greg. Right on her cheek. Let her know there are no hard feelings and that we're all going to best friends from here on out.” 

He looked at me confused, and I gave me a look that told him to just play along and do what he was told. “You called me Hurricane Audrey, and I'm blowing through. So give her a kiss and we can get started on breakfast.”

He leaned in and Hanna turned her head to make her cheek available. 

“Is that okay, Hanna?” he asked. “Sometimes Audrey takes things a little too far.”

“It's fine. Nothing we haven't done before.”

“See. Go ahead. I watching. Make it count, you two.”

He quickly kissed her cheek and then they both looked to me as if I needed to rate the peck on the cheek. “Not bad. I'll give it a 6.5, but I know from experience he can do better. Don't worry, Hanna. I'll make sure he does better next time and isn't such a scared puppy.”

I turned back to Greg. 

“Can you break open sixteen eggs for me, babe?”

He nodded. “Right away, boss.”

“I can't believe you just did that,” Hanna told me as I went over the ratios for the pancake mix. “You just made your boyfriend kiss me.”

“It was just a peck on the cheek, and there's nothing wrong with it.” 

“It doesn't make you jealous? I would have never let some other girl, let alone an ex-girlfriend, kiss my boyfriend.”

“Not all all. Now, if you try to French him, I'll probably pull you tongue out.”

She rolled her eyes at me. “I can never seem to tell when your serious and when you're joking around.”

“That's because I'm always joking around,” I said, motioning for her to give me the plastic spatula. “Except when I'm serious of course.” 

She snorted. 

“Ya'll better not be talking about me down there,” Greg said. 

“All the time, hon. We're sharing war stories about how bad a kisser you were.” 

“I was a great kisser.”

I looked to Hanna, grinning. This time she jumped in to play along. “He was okay,” she said. 

“I will not allow this little cooking show again if you two are just going to gang up on me.”

I handed her the spatula and she took over mixing. Then I walked down to the other end of the counter where he was still cracking open the eggs. 

“Aw, is my poor little man getting his feelings hurt. You just tell me where to kiss it and make it better.”

“Right here,” he said, pressing the back of hand against his lips.

I then pushed my lips against him and kissed him deeply. “Feel better now, babe?”

“I think I'll make it.”

Hanna was shaking her head at us. 

“Do you guys really enjoy all the goo-goo-gah-gah stuff?”

“Every silly little bit of it,” I said. 

“It's growing on me,” he added. 

I puckered up and approached Hanna. “Does Hanna-wanna wants some lovey-dovey stuff too?”

She waved her arms in front her chest and laughed. “Hell no. You stay away from me with those lips. I'll called Terrance again if I want a kiss.”

“Too bad,” and I swept in and got her cheek again. “There, now you're even.”

“God, you're so fucking weird,” she said, still smiling and apparently having more fun than she could have imagined letting herself. 

“In all the best ways.”

In about ten minutes the boys starting making their way into the kitchen, and I directed them to set the table. Knifes on the right. Napkins and forks on the left. 

“Yes, mom,” Brad said.

Viraj made the coffee and got enough mugs for everyone. 

Adam got the syrup and salt and pepper for the table. 

Hulk pants, who was actually wearing real pants and a t-shirt this time and whose name I had learned was Toby helped Brad with the plates and silverware.

“God,” Hanna whispered to me. “You got a bunch of frat-boys acting like the fucking Waltons.”

“It's a gift. You'd be surprised what a dude will do for a peck on the cheek from a pretty girl.”

“You don't find it, I don't know, demeaning?”

“Maybe some girls do. Not me. I like being friendly and I don't mind the attention.”

“Well, I don't think I could pull it off, but damn if it doesn't work for you.” 

When the eggs and pancakes were ready I told everyone to sit down, and Hanna and I brought the food over. “Before you dig in like cavemen, I want you all to tell Hanna thank you for coming over to help.”

Almost in unison, kinda, they said “Thanks, Hanna.”

“Good boys,” I said with a deep laugh. “Now, I promised a reward for helping out. Sadly I'm all out of gold stars, so as long as it's okay with Greg...”

“Hey, like I can control what you do, babe.”

“And that's why I love him so much, ladies and gentlemen.”

Then I went around the table and gave each of his frat brothers a peck on the cheek. Brad blushed. 

“Jake's gonna be upset he missed this,” Greg said with a grin as I skipped him and went directly to Viraj to close out my kissing circle. 

“Okay, now you can eat.” I sat down beside Greg and motioned for Hanna to take the seat on his other side. Of course I had left them intentionally open for us. “But first, thank you for helping with the eggs,” I said and I gave him an open mouth kiss with just a hint of tongues. 

The boys made oooh sounds at him, but we all knew they were just jealous. 

Brad raised his mug. “A toast to the two most awesome ladies on campus,” he said, and the rest of them raised their too, then took a drink. 

“I really need to get Sam in on this too,” Adam said, nodding at me. 

I nodded back. “The more the merrier.”

“BYOA,” Hanna added.

“A?” Adam asked. 

“Apron,” she said. You guys only have two here.” 

“If it fills up the house with more beautiful cooks, I'll buy a pallet full this afternoon,” Brad said. 

“Then it's settled. Hanna and I are going to have to make a lot of new friends, I guess.”

Greg rested his hand on my leg. “Did I tell you yet how insanely beautiful you are today, Audrey?”

“Not yet. I was wondering if even noticed.”

“Well, you are insanely beautiful today, just like every other day.” 

He turned to Hanna too. 

“And I'm so glad you're here too and that we can be friends again.”

“Now tell her she's beautiful too.”

“Absolutely,” he said. “How could I have forgotten?” He cleared his throat. “And you are as radiant and beautiful as ever, Hanna.”

I made a kissy face at Hanna and motioned with my eyes at Greg's cheeks. 

“What the hell,” she mouthed back at me. 

I counted 1,2,3 fingers and then we both leaned in and kissed his cheeks, one beautiful girl on each side. 

“See what being sweet and charming will get you, babe?”

Viraj raised his hand. “I can be charming too.” 

“Sorry, we're fresh out of kisses today, V. Maybe next time.”

“Well, shit,” he said. 

“Think you boys can handle the dishes again?” I asked. 

“You really have them wrapped around you finger, don't you?”

“It's not that. If Greg and I are really gonna make this work, I figured I needed to get to know his friends.”

“I'm beginning to wonder if you're actually real of just something Greg dreamed up to get over me,” she said.

“What do you mean?”

“Let's see...” she said. “You're absolutely fucking gorgeous. Let's start there. But you're sweet too. And you seem to actually enjoy people's company. You want to be part of Greg's life, not just make him be a part of yours. You encouraged his ex-girlfriend to kiss him.”

“To give him a peck on the cheek.”

“Whatever. It was still a kiss. And you actually seem to want to be friends with the woman who made a public spectacle of dumping him in the most humiliating way possible.”

“Well, when you put it like that...”

“And on top of all that, you actually like his friends and get up early to cook breakfast for them—and learned their fucking names.”

“Oh shit,” I said.

“What,” Greg asked. 

“I don't think I'm real, babe.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” he asked. 

Hanna rolled her eyes at me. 

“Pinch me.”

“What?”

“I need to know that I'm real and not just a dream.”

“You're my dream.”

“Just pinch me.”

He did. I yelped. 

“Okay. That settles it. I guess I'm real after all.”

“Dumbass,” Greg said. 

“Weirdo,” Hanna said.

“I guess you're both stuck with me.”

The boys finished breakfast and started on the dishes. I joined Greg in the living room, but I noticed that Hanna stuck behind to help with the dishes. I smiled. See, she wasn't the bitch I had thought she was. And neither was I.

Chapter Ten—Caught With My Pants Down

The next two weeks settled into a pattern for me. Greg and I went out either to eat or to do something together like catch a movie, bowling, or even putt-putt. Hanna would join me on Tuesday and Friday mornings to cook breakfast at the frat house, even if she didn't really have a connection there other than me and Greg. 

The boys started to call me and Hanna their den moms and then joke about us being den MILFs instead. 

It was all pretty much fun and games and just good times all around. And the good will wasn't wasted in the least. The night Hanna's battery died, Viraj and Jake went 20 miles out of their way to give her a jump and follow her back to campus to make sure she got back safely. 

Brad had offered to change my oil when my car turned another 5000 miles, which was just a few hundred away. 

And Greg and I had gotten even closer. So close, in fact, that on the night of our three week anniversary, we found ourselves up in my bedroom with my legs spread and his face beneath the covers between my thighs. 

I, on the other hand, was no long sure where I was at all, thanks to the masterful work his tongue was doing inside me. It was evident he had done this before, and I fought my jealous to ask him with whom, and just enjoy the moment. 

We had made out quite a bit during our time together, but still hadn't progressed past him using his fingers to fuck me, and as much fun as that was, I had practically danced out of my jeans and panties when he gave me “the look” and made the universal sign for eating pussy—his tongue wagging between the V of his index and middle fingers. 

And, damn, he was fantastic. He alternated between licking between my lips, then going deep enough for me to feel the whiskers on his chin scrape against me, to focusing his attention on my clit with his tongue and even his teeth a bit—albeit gently.

To be honest, my brain was floating, and I was probably making all kinds of noise. I had learned that I was a bit of a moaner when he was getting me off. 

My face was just poking out of the top of the covers, and his head was still bopping up and down in the middle of the bed. I was breathing short and fast and advertising to anyone who was in range just how close I was to my second orgasm. 

That's when my door swung open, and my brother Tony poked in with an unannounced, “Hey, Little Bro, I'm back!” before turning as white as a freshly washed ghost and slamming the door with a loud “I am so sorry.” 

Greg stopped and asked if that was Tony, and I told him, “Don't stop, babe. Don't you dare fucking stop yet.”

Less than a minute later I was lying spent with my head on the pillow and Greg out of the sheets with his face on my chest. He rested his hand on breast and asked me if I enjoyed it.

“Except for the part where my brother busted in and saw us, yeah, that was the most amazing thing I think I've every experienced as Audrey, and hell, even. We definitely have to do that again, hon.”

“Just say the word, babe,” he said. 

“I had to say it, and I'd much rather prefer to just lay here with you for the rest of the night, but I probably should go explain to Tony what's going on. I had only used the juice a few times before he left for Europe so I'm pretty sure I owe him some kind of explanation.”

“I'll join you in a bit,” he said, “if you want me to, but I really need to pee first.”

“You say the sweetest things, you charmer.”

“I try.”

“Yeah, when you can, please. I might need a little support.”

I tossed back the covered and rolled my naked ass out of bed and put my panties back on. Then I slipped into one of Greg's t-shirts left from earlier in the week and went downstairs to welcome my brother back from his three-month European excursion. 

“Hi,” I said meekly as I found him in the kitchen downstairs drinking a beer.

He noticed me in what little I was wearing, and looked away to be polite, I guessed. 

“Hi. You must be...” he started. 

“Shit. Really?”

He turned to give me his full attention.

“What?”

“You really don't recognize me, Tony?”

He cocked his head to the side and studied me.

I approached him and kept walking until I stood in front of him, looking up into his eyes.

“Seriously?”

“Alex's new girlfriend? I don't remember meeting you.”

I laughed. 

“You better not be one of the cousins I haven't seen in years. Especially not if that was Alex up their in the room with you.”

“That's awesome,” I said, then gazed up at him intensely. “Look at my eyes.”

He leaned in, got inches away, then his own eyes went as wide as golf balls.

“Holy shit!” He backed away. “Alex?”

I nodded. “Well, Audrey, but yeah. It's me.”

He stared for a moment, the jerked his attention away and went to the refrigerator and ripped it open. He pulled out the mostly empty jar of bimbo juice and set it on the island. 

“You're juicing again.”

“Yeah.”

“You never looked like that though. How much did you use?”

“Stop freaking it. It's perfectly safe.”

“Perfectly safe? Did I or did I not just see you up in your room with some dude going down on you?”

“Yeah, but—”

“I'm pouring this shit out. I never should have let you talk me into even letting you try it. But damn, I never imagined you'd go so far as to actually become some god damn bimbo and slut yourself around with random dudes.”

“He's not—”

“Don't you dare speak to her like that,” Greg said as he stepped into the kitchen to join us. 

“Holy fuck!” Tony said, and raced across the kitchen and latched his fingers around Greg's throat. “You?! Fucking you?!”

“I'm not a slut,” I yelled and ran over to try to pull Greg free from my brother's grip.

“He... she... whatever can't be responsible with that shit in her system, but you're supposed to be Alex's god damn best friend.”

“Let him go, Tony,” I yelled, started to cry. “Put him fucking down right now, do you hear me?”

“You should fucking know better, Greg.” 

I elbowed Tony in the ribs and he let go. Greg coughed and sputtered for breath, and I pushed my brother aside and then stood in  between them. 

Of course either of them could have moved me without much effort at my new size and reduced upper body strength, but the look on my face at least warned them not to fucking touch me. 

Particularly not Tony. 

“Shut the fuck up and listen,” I said, still angry. 

“I can't believe you let this little shit do that to you.”

Greg still wasn't speaking, thankfully following my lead, for now. 

“This little shit,” I said, “is my boyfriend and has been for weeks now. So why don't you just take your god damn beer into the living room, sit your ass down, and wait for me to go there and fill you in on what's been happening every since you've been gone.”

He wasn't happy about it, and he gave me one of his patented big brother knows better glares, but he did grab his beer and go seat on the couch. 

I turned to Greg. “Are you okay?”

He nodded. “Will be in a minute. Damn, your brother's strong as shit.”

“Yeah, well, if he ever touches you like that again, I'll cut his fucking balls off.”

“I heard that,” Tony said. 

“Good. Then fucking remember it, dickhead.”

“Seriously, Alex. What the hell?”

“I said I'd explain it, and I will, but I'm more concerned about Greg now.”

“Look, I'm sorry. I just...”

“You just made assumptions and flew off the fucking handle, that's what.” I gently rubbed Greg's neck and throat. “I don't see any bruising. Are you sure you're okay?”

“I'm sure it'll be sore. But I'll be okay. Go talk to Tony.” 

I took his hand and the two of us walked into the living room and sat in the chairs opposite the couch. 

“Apologize,” I said to Tony.

“What?”

“You heard me. Apologize to my boyfriend.”

“You're boyfriend? Do you even hear yourself, Alex?”

“That's the last time you're allowed to call me Alex. Understand? My name is Audrey, at least while I'm like this, and that may be for a while.”

“For a while?”

“Yeah. As long as I fucking want it to. It's my life, and Greg and I are happy. Hell, I'm happy. Happier than I've been in a long time.”

“I should have never let you start this shit.”

“If it helps, Greg practically told me the same thing. “I was the one who wanted to move things along. He was perfectly happy to stop and have me go back to being Alex.”

“I don't understand.”

“No, and you won't until you apologize for trying to kill my boyfriend.”

“Look, I wasn't going kill anybody.”

I stood up. “Fucking apologize, Tony. Or so help me I'll grab my shit and walk out of this house and either move in with Greg or get a place of my own.”

“Fine. Fine.” He sighed, took a deep breath, started to speak, then took another. “Sorry I lost my temper. I just get protective of my little brother.”

“Sister,” I corrected him. 

“Temporarily.”

“Not your call to make, asshole.”

“And that wasn't an apology, it was an explanation.”

“God damnit, Al—Audrey.”

“I'm waiting,” I said, and I sat down and reached over for Greg's hand and intertwined my fingers with his. 

“Look, I'm sorry I lost my temper and got violent. Seriously. Are you okay?”

Greg nodded. 

“Now,” I said. “We've got a lot to catch you up on.” 

And Greg, bless his heart, stayed with me for the three hours I filled in Tony on everything from my private evenings at old Audrey, the party, my life as new Audrey, and even how I didn't have any plans to change back any time soon, and how happy I was in my new life with Greg. Tony had a lot of questions, both to me and to Greg, and I was done, he had put away four other beers. 

“Why don't you think about it, and we can talk about it again later?” I said, noticing him feeling groggy from the drinks. 

“Yeah. Good idea,” he said, a lot more calm and a little more drunk. “I guess the plane ride really took it out of me.”

“Yeah,” I said, “the plane ride. That's it.”

He got up, walked past me, kissed the top of my head, then went upstairs.

“Does he normally do that?” Greg asked. “Because it's a little weird.”

I shook my head. “Not since we were little kids. But maybe it's just his way to show he's softening up to me being Audrey.”

“Still weird.”

“You're weird.”

“Coming from you, that's perfect.”

“Shut up, Greg, or I'll make you go down on me again.”

He laughed. Not until we lock your brother's door so he can't kill me when he hears you.”

“I'll be quiet this time.”

“The hell you could.”

“Yeah, you're right.”

He got up and went to the kitchen. “Want some water?” he asked. “Or something else?”

“I think so,” I said and joined him. We stood against the island, him drinking some soda and me drinking a blueberry hard seltzer. “I'm really sorry,” I said. 

“It wasn't you.”

“I'm still sorry.”

“I'm fine.”

“I wish there was a way to make it up to you.”

“It's fine. I'm fine. Don't worry about it.” 

As he spoke, I dropped to my knees in front of him. “If only there was something I could think of.”

“If Tony see us like this, he'll kill me and lock you in a tower somewhere.”

I unzipped his pants. “But my mind is a blank. Can you think of anything, hon?”

My fingers found his erection and fished it out of his boxers and jeans. 

“Oh,” I said. “It looks like you've already thought of something after all.”

“Audrey?”

I didn't answer. I was a good girl, and good girls knew better than to speak with their mouths full. 

The next morning I left Tony sleeping. I could always talk to him later, and to be honest, I was still more than a little pissed at him for the way he had treated Greg the night before. Besides, I had to meet Hanna for her procedure at nine. Terrance had finally agreed to go, and as great as that was for her, she still wanted me to be there with her. So we both ended up accompanying her 

I pulled my hair back in a ponytail and put on a pair of black jeans and a button-up blouse that made me look more frumpy than I preferred, but this wasn't a runway show. I was there from Hanna and not for me. 

Terrance and Hanna arrived at the clinic about eight fifteen, and I had already been waiting since eight on the nose. I wasn't sure how these things works in terms of the timing, and every experience I had ever had with surgery was to arrive early and still wait another hour before you got taken in for the procedure. 

But then again, if you listened to the videos online these things were run like a third-world factory. 

I figured the truth would be somewhere in the middle. 

I waited by Hanna filled out paperwork, and then at almost nine exactly, an assistant took her back for prep. 

Hanna glanced at me and asked the woman if it was okay for me to go back with her, and she said yes. I looked to Terrance, and he just said, “You go ahead. I'll wait out here.”

So it was that I held the hand of the girl I had expected to be my worst enemy while she went through the most difficult thing any young woman could or should ever endure. 

Afterward, I left her and Terrance together at her place so she could rest, and I promised to call  her that evening to check in on her. 

Terrance walked me out to my car. 

“Listen,” he said. 

I smiled and look up at him. 

“Thank you. I mean, really, thank you.”

“My pleasure,” I said. “Well, you know. I'm glad I could be there for her.”

He grinned. 

“No, it really means a lot to her. She talks about you like you guys are suddenly BFFs or something, and I don't get it.”

I just smiled, not answering. 

He continued: “But I don't have to get it. You make her happy, and you made this whole thing easier of her, especially after I didn't take it so well, you know.”

I nodded. “She makes me happy too. It's not just one way.” 

“Like I said. It means a lot. And when she's feeling better...”

He let the words trail off for a minute, looking like he was trying to make up his mind whether or not to continue. 

“Yeah?” I asked. 

“Well, it's gonna sound weird, but when she feels better, she wants to know if you and Greg might like to go on a double date with us.”

“What's weird about that?”

He laughed. 

“Oh, absolutely nothing,” he said and his laughing got louder.

“We'd love to. Besides, all I know about you is what I hear from Hanna.”

“Oh great. I'm surprised you'd even be in the same room with me then.”

My turn to laugh. “She really likes you. She wouldn't have left Greg if she didn't. And if she hadn't, then Greg and I couldn't be together. So no hard feelings.”

“My god,” he said. 

“What?”

“She said you were nice, but damn.”

“I'm no difference than anyone else,” I said. “I'm just a girl.”

“Bullshit,” he said. “You're a fucking saint.”

“Not dead yet, Terrence. I'd prefer to wait to be sainted.”

He laughed again. “Anyway, thanks.”

“That's what friends are for.” 

He closed my door behind me and patted the back of my car as he went back to sit with Hanna. I cranked the engine and took off slowly, not sure if I wanted to head over to see Greg or to face Tony. Well, I knew which of the two I wanted to do, but still couldn't decide if I needed to follow her heart or my hormones. 

So I put off the decision by stopping for an iced vanilla latte instead. Of course I went to the coffee shop where Detta worked, and I figured if I caught her at the slow time, I might actually get to chat a bit.

She smiled and waved from the bar as I entered, and ordered my drink and sat at one of the tables for two, hoping she'd get my hint. Instead of calling my drink when it was ready, she walked it over to me. But instead of talking, she just turned and headed back to the bar to clean it in preparation for the next rush. 

I wasn't thrilled with that, but I figured we could talk later. When I lifted my cup and took a sip, I noticed the message written in Sharpie on the side: “Break in 15. Stick around.”

I figured my cheeks gave me away as I smiled like a Who from Whoville on Christmas. Just the distraction I needed, and just as I had hoped, it had fallen right into my lap. 

As I waited I took in the acoustic music playing over the speakers, checked my email on my phone, sent a text to Greg to see what he wanted to do tonight, and then sent on to Tony as well to see if he was awake and to let him know I'd be back in about an hour to an hour and a half. 

True to her proposition, Detta joined me at the table and plopped a hot coffee in front of her and then a put a plate with a raspberry croissant and two forks between us. 

“Thanks, you know me well, Detta.”

She nodded with a sort of shit-eating grin. 

“What?” I asked. 

“I should. I've known you for years, Alex,” she said. 

I felt the blood drain from my face.

“Shit. It's true,” she said. “I wasn't completely sure, but you just confirmed me.”

“Shit,” I said. “How...”

“How did I know? Well, I figured it out. I kept recognizing something about you even back at the Halloween party. Just little things. Things like some of the details you would write about in your TG and transformation stories on the blog. I'm one of your readers—BlueSoul435. There were little bits of Alex's eyes in your eyes, little things like the way you ate wings or popped the top on a can of beer with this ring finger instead of index finger. And don't forget you actually mentioned to me about finding the bimbo juice in the first place. You thought I was drunk and wasn't listening, but I heard you.”

“Fuck. Okay. Who else knows?”

“Just me. And I assume Greg, or are you playing him? If you are, then I swear I'll never forgi—”

“I'm not playing him. He knows. It was his idea to make Hanna jealous for the party.”

“Hanna? Your new BFF Hanna Thompkins?”

“The same. Only, I had wanted to go on a real date as Audrey for a long time, and his idea and my idea just meshed, you know.” 

“Wow. This is not how I envisioned this conversation going,” she said and took a sip from her coffee.

I cut off an edge of the croissant and took a bite. Raspberry topping spilled out from the open wound I had just put in the pastry. 

“Please don't tell anyone. Not for my sake. For Greg's sake. I'd shout it from the tallest building on campus. I'm not embarrassed about any of it, and I really, really like being Greg's girlfriend.”

“Like, or like-like?”

“Like-like. Hell, maybe love. I mean we've known each other long enough, right?”

“Whoa? And does he feel the same way?”

“I think so. I hope so anyway.”

“Then what's the problem?”

“I don't want anyone to think he couldn't get a great girl on his own or to give him hell about dating a boy pretending to be a girl if word of it got it. That would kill me to know I had been an embarrassment to him or unintentionally made him get hurt.”

“Wait. How long are you planning to be a girl?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “At first I figured it would be just a little bit until he got over the novelty of it. Then I figured if we actually started dated, then one day he'd realize he wanted a real girl, or at least one who had been born a girl, and that whenever our relationship eventually ended, I'd change back. But now I'm kind of hoping it lasts.”

“Lasts?”

“Yeah. Like for years, you know.”

“Years? And what happens after that, Audrey? Have you thought that through? Marriage? Babies? Can you even have babies when you're a dude on the juice? I mean, how much of a real girl are you like this?”

I looked at the floor and put my fork down on the table.

“I guess so. I don't know. I just don't know.” 

“Shit, Audrey.”

“Are you going to tell Jake and Adam and Sam?”

“It's a damn big secret,” she said. 

“Please?”

“I don't think you give us enough credit. I think we'd all just be happy that you and Greg are happy, but yeah. I'll keep your secret until you decide you want to come clean and be honest with the rest of your friends.” 

“I want to be honest now. I don't like having to start all my friendships over again. I would much rather you all just know who I am and we could pick up from there, but I'm doing this all for Greg. He deserved to be loved and taken care of and made to feel special after all the shit he has had to face.”

“Damn,” Detta said. “You really love him, don't you?”

“I do.” 

“I mean, not just as Audrey. But as Alex too.”

I nodded. “He's my best friend. It killed me to see him hurting.”

“Fuck. This is like one of  your stories.”

I laughed. “Well, without the sex anyway.”

She almost dropped her coffee. “Are you saying you guys, haven't, you know? You certainly get all touchy feely with each other.”

“Just third base, and a little, okay, a lot of oral,” I said. “I think he's holding back on actually sex because he doesn't want it to be weird when, if I change back.”

“That makes sense.”

“Maybe if I actually, you know, go all the way with him, maybe that will help me decide I don't really ever want to change back, you know. Maybe he knows that too and that's why he won't go that far with me—he doesn't want to influence my decision.”

“Shit, girl.”

“Yeah, shit.”

“Look, I gotta go back to my shift, but we are totally going to talk about this later. We are not remotely done here. Understand?”

“Loud and clear, Detta.”

“I'm serious, Alex.”

“Audrey, and yeah, me too.” I looked away. “And between us girls, I'm really kinda glad you figured it out.”

Chapter Eleven—Zum Zum, Ditty Ditty

I told Greg all about my little run-in with Detta when we got together that night. Tony had made a big deal about being out of the house and giving us time to talk about shit like I had actually given him a fucking choice. In the end, though, it didn't matter. He was gone, and we were along together. 

Just like we needed to be. 

"I can't believe she figured it out. But the others don't know?" he asked when I handed him a beer. 

I shook my head. "I know. And nope. She promised not to tell without our permission." I popped the tab on my own beer. "Still, it's nice to be able to share it with somebody, isn't it?"

"I guess. I don't mind if you don't. But if it bothers you --"

"Someone wants cuddles tonight, it sounds like, being all sweet like that."

"N-n-n-no," he stammered. "I just mean I don't want it to bother you. I like what we are. I like us. We're good together like this. But not if any of it bothers you. Never if anything we're going bothers you."

I put my beer on the coffee table and kissed him full and hard on the lips. "Sometimes you say the sweetest things, Greg, the things I need to hear just to remind me how much I'm falling in love with you."

His face suddenly took on a weird expression, like all his parts were trying to get away from each other. Like I said, weird. 

"Falling in love?"

I nodded.

"Yeah, I think so."

"It could be the juice talking."

"Or it could be me telling your the truth."

"But..."

"It's okay, silly. You don't have to say it back." I rested my palms on his chest and let them linger tenderly. "I just wanted you to know it."

"Oh," he said. 

"Too soon? Too much?"

He shook his head.

"I'm just still thinking about your brother. I'm already on his shit list, and if you hears something like this, then he's really gonna come after me."

I laughed. 

"Would a blow job help you feel better, baby?" I asked, my hands at his belt. 

"You don't have to keep doing that, you know."

"Maybe I like do that. Maybe I like the way your cock tastes."

"Said no girl ever."

I pushed his hands away and kept at the belt. 

"Said this girl, here, now, today, on this couch."

"Damn." He sucked in a deep, deep sigh, and his eyes looked suddenly as if they had all the weight of the world hanging from them. 

I stopped fiddling with his belt. "What's wrong, Greg? I was kidding with you, but it seems like something's really, really bothering you tonight."

He nodded.

"Well, tell Dr. Audrey what's on your mind, honey."

He forced a smile.

"I still feel like it's not real. Not really real, I mean. Like the juice is influencing you, and like I'm taking advantage of you. I love being with you, but not if it makes me feel like some kind of rapist or something."

I sat up and wrinkled my mouth wistfully. I took his hand between both of mine. "You are not any kind of rapist. If anything, I'm the one who keeps pushing you to go further. You've been nothing, if not a perfect gentleman."

He tapped the side of his head with his free hand. "Yeah, not in here. You're not making me do anything I don't already want to do. Hell, I think I secret keep hoping it's just the juice controlling you or something so I don't have to face the consequences of the things I think about doing to you."

"Things?" I asked, one eyebrow arched high. "What kind of things? Sexy things? Pervy things? Really sick things?"

"Things I'll never admit to," he said as he looked away. "Those kind of things. Things that would make you hate me."

I lifted one hand to his jaw and turned him to face me. "You listen to me, Greg NAME, and you listen good. I could never hate you. I don't care what kind of weird things you think about doing to me." I leaned in to kiss him sweetly. "Remember, I've seen all the same website. Hell, I used to send you the links, dumbass." 

"I'm struggling, Audrey. I don't want to ever take advantage of you, but as much as I want to believe you're still in control, I can't."

"Look at me, baby. This is me. This is Audrey. I'm your best friend. So what if I'm also your girlfriend too now. I'm still running the show in here."

"And that's exactly what you'd say if your were hopped up on the juice. And worse, yo'd believe it too. You'd never suspect it was manipulating you and the way you think."

I let go of his jaw and dropped both hands into my lap. "Fuck."

"You see my problem. I can't even trust you, my best friend, the girl who says she loves me and wants all of this to keep happening, because I can't know for sure if she's just another juice addict."

I glared at him after that crack. 

"Sorry, I --"

Slap. I slammed my open palm flat and fast against his jaw that time. 

"I'm not a fucking addict. I wanted you before I ever started the juice. You don't get to call me that, whether I suck your cock or not, do you hear me?"

I stood up and walked out of the living room into the kitchen, my eyes starting to grow wet and salty in the corners. Fuck him. Just fucking fuck him all the way to hell and back. The nerve. A juice addict. I only started the juice to get closer to him without wigging him out in the first place. Fuck him.

I was crying so hard that I didn't even realize Greg had joined me in the kitchen until I felt his hands on my shoulders from behind. 

"I'm not an addict, you dumb motherfucker," I said.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

"Out loud, you mean," I responded. "You just regret saying it out loud. It's obviously on your mind, and it's pretty damn clear what you think about me."

He squeezed my shoulders. "What a fucking night," I said. "I tell you I'm falling in love with you, and you tell me it's just the juice talking because I'm just an addict."

Another squeeze. Still no words. 

"Fuck you, Greg."

He turned me around so I faced him. Then he pulled me closer. Out of instinct I wrapped both arms around his waist as he did the same to my shoulders. 

"Fuck you," I repeated.

"Let it out," he said at last. 

I buried my face in his shoulder and cried for the next ten minutes as he held me. When I finally stopped leaking salt water, I spoke through heavy breaths. "I hate you, Greg NAME. I love you and I hate you at the same god damn time. You don't get to treat my feelings like they don't matter, like I don't own them, like their just a side effect of taking the juice because I thought you deserved someone really beautiful who loved you and saw you for who you are. You don't get to tell me that none of that mattered, that none of it matters now."

By the time the words stopped I was crying all over his shoulder again and he renewed his grip on my back and shoulders. He was so warm, and his shirt smelled so good, so much like his musk. 

I didn't think at all. I just let my body do what it damn well wanted, and I dropped to my knees on the cold kitchen tile. I had his pants unzipped and his belt loose easily this time. Before he gathered his wits and realized what I was up to, I already had him out and in my mouth. 

He moaned and reached for my head.

I backed off his cock about an inch. "If you try to stop me, you can just go home right now, and we'll see about you ever getting another shot with me, do you understand? You're already on this ice, asshole, and trust me, you do not want to make it worse by deny me this."

He shut the fuck up and I resumed taking him into my mouth and throat. When he was nice and hard, I stood up and took him in my hand, gripping him firmly and making him follow me to the living room sofa. I let him between the coffee table and the couch and pushed him onto the middle cushion. 

His member poked out at me like a happy soldier. 

I pulled off my panties and sat on his lap.

"Are you sure about this, baby?"

I glared. 

"Please tell me our first time together isn't going to be an anger fuck."

I ignored him and I slowly lowered my virgin cunt onto him. I kept going until I felt as full as I could have ever imagined. It was as if he had been molded to fit me perfectly to slit to the entrance to my womb. 

Once I had him all the way inside me, I sat still. I raised my hands to the sides of his face and I made him face me and look in my eyes.

"Look. Look deep," I said. "I want you to see me when I say this." I leaned just a little closer to him, opening my eyes wide. "They say the eyes are the window to the soul, and I want you to see all the way down to my fucking soul, Greg. I want you to see who the fuck is talking to you and what that person is saying to you."

He nodded, and I shifted my weight on his lap slightly. I felt him twitch inside me. 

"I love you, baby. I think I always have. I know I always will. I don't care whether I love you as your best friend or I love you as your girlfriend, but the truth is I love you. I know you better than anyone else in the world, and I can't think of anything that would make me any happier than being your girlfriend for as long as we can make it last. Hell, I'm good with forever, if you should ever start to feel the same way. This is me talking, not the juice, not some kind of drug or side effect. Just me. Audrey. The person, girl or boy, who loves you."

I kissed him. He returned the kiss and only broke it off when I lifted my lips off the base of his cock and almost pulled my body off him. Then he leaned back and his eyes got lost in staring at the ceiling as I lowered myself again. Then I repeated the motion. 

"This is not an anger fuck, baby. This is me showing you how much I fucking love you. This is me showing how much I've wanted to do this since the first time I experienced any time as Audrey. Even as the old Audrey, I wanted to do this with you. I would have wanted this as Alex but I was too wrapped up in macho bullshit to ever let myself face something like that."

He didn't respond. He was lost in the moment. He was lost in my moist warmth surround his most tender of parts. I toyed with my angle and figured out quickly how to get him to rub most of his length against my clit with each downward movement of my pussy. 

"I actually realized today while talking with Detta just how much, how badly I wanted this. I've wanted to give you everything, all of me, since that night at the Pointe."

"Audrey," he said almost a whisper.

"Yeah, baby," 

"Shut up, and keep doing what your doing."

I grinned and kissed him again. 

I kept doing what I was doing. 

I'd like to say that we had a beautiful, romantic orgasm together, and that fireworks went off and doves were let loose from their cages, or at least a thunderstorm provided our soundtrack, but the truth was that he was so pent-up with desire that he came quickly, and I only got my little rocks off when he fingerbanged me afterward while some nature documentary about deadly snakes played in the background. 

Still, we were spent, and I felt asleep beneath his arms, his head resting on my chest, and his warm breath sending periodic goosebumps all over my skin. 

After a morning kiss when we awoke, his eyes went wide. 

"Holy shit!" he said.

"And holy shit to you too, sweetie," I said. "Way to make a girl feel special."

"We..." he started. "We... we..."

I nodded. "Yes, we-we-we most definitely did. And I want to try that again. I figure we can only get better at it the more we practice."

"We..."

"Yes, fucked, had sex, made love, take your pick. Whatever you want to call it. I prefer to call it showing you how I really feel about you."

I kissed his cheek. 

"Are you okay?" he asked. 

"Well, considering that I was a virgin and you popped my cherry, yeah, I'm okay. I bled a little, but I cleaned up before I let myself pass out in your arms. We may have to take one of the cushion covers to get dry cleaned, though." 

"Oh."

"I'm kidding. No muss, no fuss, and no mess. I got it all up with my pajama bottoms, which I have already started washing with an extra bit of detergent and stain remover."

"I'm sorry. You sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine, Greg. Don't worry so much about me. I'm all girl, but I'm not made out of glass or fine china. I won't break that easily. Besides, girls have been losing their virginity for centuries without falling apart."

"I just... I... I mean..."

I kissed him again. 

"I know what you mean, goofball. I love you too."

"Holy shit," he said again. 

"Not that again," I whispered. 

"You... you're..."

"Yeah, I know. I'm kind of amazing. I'm kind of the perfect girlfriend. And I'm more patient with you than you deserve."

"No," he said, "you're knee is on top of my bladder, and I have to pee."

We laughed and I jumped up from the couch. "Sorry." 

While he excused himself to the bathroom, I went to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. I noticed Tony's keys on the rack so I figured he'd come home and seen Greg and me together on the couch. But, he must have been learning because he hadn't said a god damn thing. Good. He needed to mind his own business. If I wanted to be his brother or his sister was my business, not his, and Alex or Audrey, Tony needed to stay out of my private life. He had no say in who did or didn't sleep with, not that I even planned on sleeping with anyone other than Greg, of course. But it was the principle of the thing.

The coffee was brewing when Greg rejoined me in at the table. 

"I can't believe we did that," he said. 

"Your first time too?"

He looked away. I laughed.

"It's okay. I didn't expect it to be. It was just my first time as Audrey, but not as Alex. Not that I was some kind of Don Juan or anything, but I have to say, it's a lot nicer with you as Audrey than when any of the girls I had sex with as Alex."

Greg rolled his eyes. "Now you're just making it weird on purpose."

I ruffled his hair, not that it was noticeable with his bed head. 

"Maybe, maybe not."

"Listen, are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine. I'll be sore a little from the bleeding maybe. I don't know. But it's nothing new. Girls face it all the time."

He shook his head. "I don't mean that. I mean, in here." He tapped his head just above the right temple. "Are you emotionally okay?"

I laughed again. "Emotionally, I've been wanting this for weeks. I just figured I'd wait until you were also ready emotionally. But then last night, something just snapped. It's like I knew it was now or never, that I was this close to losing you, or at least the part of you that connects, you know."

He shook his head. "You're never going to lose me, hon."

"Not like breaking up. I know that's not going to happen. Even if you grew to hate me you wouldn't do that. You're too nice. And I'm too good at blow jobs."

"Making it weird again."

"Tell me I'm wrong."

He sighed. "You're not wrong."

"Right. So, anyway, I mean the connection to you, the crazy sort of spiritual thread that links Greg and Audrey together. I felt that start to unravel, like if you couldn't trust me to know my own feelings, there would always be the wall up between us. I needed you to know I wasn't faking it or under the influence of the juice."

"But couldn't it still be --"

"The only influence the juice has on me is to make me have these curves and this beautiful face. That's it. I don't want you any more -- or less -- now than I did as old Audrey. I'm just more accepting of it. I'm just more open about it. I'm just more willing to actually say it and not worry about it freaking you out. That was what I was afraid of, not of taking things to the next level. That didn't scare me at all, just the idea of how to make you see it and get you to act on it without treating me like a piece of porcelain."

"Umm," he said. 

"Well, I see you're quite the conversationalist this morning, my dear."

He smiled. The coffee finished gurgling, and I poured two mugs. 

Just then Tony appeared at the door. 

"Can I get a mug too?"

"Sure," I said. "Thanks for letting us sleep."

"Yeah," Greg said, then added, "You know, without stabbing me or something." 

Tony forced a laugh. "Yeah. Well, I said sorry"

"And I still appreciate it, big brother," I said. I poured him a mug of the bean juice. "Still one sugar and a little whole milk?"

He nodded. "Some things never change."

I grinned and looked from Greg back to myself, particularly my bright pink toenails and slender, pale legs. "And some things do," I said. 

He didn't respond, only took the mug when I offered it to him. "So, any plans today for you two lovebirds?"

"I thought we might visit Detta at the coffee shop maybe. And then swing by and see how Hannah's doing."

Greg nodded.

"Your ex-girlfriend Hannah?" Tony asked, his eyes locked on Greg. "Wait?! You guys are all friends now?"

I wagged my head like a doll on a spring. "She's not so bad when you get to know her."

"I don't know you at all," Tony said.

I smiled. "You'll have time," I said. "I'm not going anywhere anytime soon."

He obviously forced a smile targeted at me. "Cool," he said, not fooling anyone.

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