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  “Yeah,” Kristen agreed. “And it’s a beautiful day.”

  Dana waded into the water, but retreated as another wave rolled toward the shore. She trotted back to the sand, her body mostly wet from head to toe.

  “And there’s so many cute guys,” Dana said. “Kristen, you didn’t tell me the beach was full of hunks.”

  Kristen giggled. “I thought that was implied.”

  “Well, I need one for myself. Kristen, what about you? I don’t think you’ve ever had a boyfriend.”

  Kristen looked down to the sand. “No.”

  “Well, what are you waiting for?” Dana waved for her to follow. “I want a guy that can please me. And maybe we can get you one, too.”

  Perhaps in a normal world, Kristen thought, except she hadn’t been born normal. She hated the way she looked at Dana, but there was no controlling it. Her friend was exceptionally cute, filling out the black one-piece swimsuit in a way that made her glance twice. While other girls would’ve been fawning over handsome men in their swim trunks, Kristen was staring at Dana from behind. It was the way girls’ bodies were built, the way they moved, and those sweet voices. She imagined taking Dana in her arms and kissing her right on the lips, tasting her for the first time.

  After that, Dana would never talk to her again.

  Shaking her head, Kristen raced after her, muttering, “I wish I could please you.”

  Suddenly, Kristen felt dizzy and keeled over. The hot sand rushed to greet her face.

  She stirred to see Dana looking down at her. She heard the crash of waves far off, and the squawks of hungry seagulls overhead. The both of them were under an umbrella far up the beach. It seemed like only a few seconds had passed since her collapse.

  “Oh, thank God,” Dana said, bending over and placing a bottle of ice-cold water at her lips. “Here, drink this.”

  Kristen tilted her head upward, swallowing whatever touched her lips. The cool refreshment felt nice against her tongue, and even better as it went down her throat. She gulped it down until Dana said that was enough.

  She looked around. “What happened?”

  “The heat got to you, I guess,” Dana explained. “I turned around and saw you face-first in the sand. You poor thing. I thought you went to the beach often!”

  Kristen cracked a weak smile. “Haven’t been in a while. I was just … jogging after you, and then it went dark. How long was I out?”

  “A few minutes. Not long.”

  “Oh, good.”

  “Maybe you passed out because I mentioned finding a guy.”

  Kristen felt a hand touching hers, the fingers entwining gently. She looked down to see Dana’s hand locked against her palm.

  “I know how you feel about me,” she said.

  Kristen was suddenly at a loss for words. She had done everything to keep her desires secret. Not a word had been said of it, especially to Dana. The slightest mention of it would ruin their friendship forever. She knew Dana didn’t share the same feelings.

  “But I’ve never—”

  “You don’t have to. I see it in your eyes, the way you look at me. You’ve been that way for a while.”

  Kristen lay her head back, sighing and closing her eyes. There was nothing she could say.

  “I understand that’s something you can’t control,” Dana went on. “But, I’m straight. We can still be friends.”

  “Yeah,” Kristen said, mustering just enough energy for a weak voice. “You’re right.”

  Regardless of Dana saying there could be nothing between them, Kristen’s arousal had not faltered. In fact, it felt stronger than ever as those beautiful green eyes stared down at her. It was easy to lose herself in them, to fall into the dream of their naked bodies coming together, grinding and humping. She had seen it more than once, the spell behind her eyes that took her complete attention. It was hard to ignore.

  But this wasn’t like the typical cheek-reddening estrogen rush. Kristen felt uncomfortable in her clothes, especially down below. She raised her head a little, peering over her chest. The bottoms were fine before, but now they were tight, noticeably in the front. Kristen saw why; just above her thighs was a small tent, swelling larger by the second, stretching the bikini all out of proportion.

  Dana saw it too. “Uh, Kristen? What in the world is that?”

  Kristen didn’t have the answer.

  Beyond all logic, it continued to grow. Kristen’s heart was racing a mile a minute, beating hard in her chest. Whatever it was, it was really sensitive, rubbing against the inside of the bikini. Her toes curled without warning as it stretched to three inches long, and then a sharp exhale escaped her lips at four. She clenched her fingers into the sand hard, fighting the urge to thrust her pelvis upward.

  “Oh my God,” Dana gasped.

  You could see it now. The bikini bottoms were designed for the average woman, and the width of the material simply wasn’t enough to hide what was happening.

  Kristen’s jaw dropped as a five-inch cock poked out through the side, the head pink and swollen. And it was still growing!

  “Kristen, that’s a penis!” Dana shrieked before covering her mouth. She looked around to see if anyone had heard, but no one was paying attention. It was shaped just like a man’s, and just as erect. There was even a bulge just underneath, a sac with two testicles. “How did this happen?”

  Kristen looked at Dana. “I don’t know.”

  Something so bizarre should’ve had them both talking, but neither one spoke for some time. Kristen could only stare at it. It was at least six inches long now, and sticking up straight from her crotch. It had stopped growing for now. Kristen knew it would’ve been better suited on a man. On her body, it was completely out of place.

  She remembered the wish. I wish I could please you. It was so harmless, six innocent words. Kristen couldn’t understand why this had happened. It was obviously because of the wish, but wishes didn’t come true like that! Where was this power when she had wished for a pony all those years ago, or begged to be normal like other girls? If this wish worked, then maybe there was still a chance to undo it all and be like everyone else …

  Dana reached out and touched it, wrapping her fingers around the base. “Oh, it’s real. And warm! I can’t believe it. Are you feeling me touch it?”

  Kristen maintained her composure as best as possible, nodding. “Yeah.”

  “Does it feel good?”

  Again, she nodded.

  It was so swollen now, so thick between Dana’s fingers. Kristen barely believed her eyes as her friend began stroking it, slow at first, but quicker over time. It was nearly as wide as her wrist at the thickest part, vessels bulging all over the surface. And that hand sweeping up and down the shaft, the fingers closing a little more each time … oh God. Kristen didn’t want to say how good it felt. It was so wrong. She wasn’t supposed to have a cock. Getting intimate with Dana was only supposed to be a fantasy.

  She rolled her head back, moaning softly. Pleasure arose from her crotch, rushing through her veins. The cock swelled a little more, the head flaring out. She clenched new muscles in her groin, and it seemed to grow even longer, stretching between her friend’s enclosed fingers.

  “Wow,” she heard Dana breathe. “It’s one of the biggest I’ve ever seen.”

  “Just don’t stop whatever you’re doing,” Kristen panted.

  “You mean, giving you a handjob?” Dana was grinning.

  “Yeah. That.”

  Dana wasn’t experimenting anymore, Kristen saw. The cock was real, and both of them now knew that. Neither one of them could say for sure where it came from. Regardless, Dana’s pace quickened shortly after. Kristen had to bite her bottom lip to keep from squealing, for the friction of her hand was almost too much to bear. She squirmed against the towel, her body rocking with a strange, new pleasure. It was so focused around her crotch, so concentrated in that six-inch-long appendage that hadn’t been there five minutes ago.

  Kristen was begin
ning to like it.

  The beach was as busy as ever, but no one saw. Dana paused for a moment and scooted closer, straddling Kristen’s legs. The end of her cock was higher than the girl’s belly button, pink and turgid. A drop of something wet dangled on the tip. It got caught in the friction, smearing all over Kristen’s cock to give it a meager shine.

  “What was—”

  “Pre-cum,” Dana said. “It happens to men when they’re really aroused.”

  “Oh.” Kristen had never seen it firsthand.

  With the fire in her loins burning hotter than ever, Kristen’s body writhed without her consent. She couldn’t stop her legs from trembling, even with Dana pinning them together. Having her cock stroked felt so wonderful. A fluttering moan escaped her lips as she found her breasts and squeezed them. The tiny nipples were rock-hard, pebble-sized nubs which quickly grew against her palms.

  No longer questioning the changes, Kristen began to embrace it all.

  When she felt something soft and wet on the head of her new member, Kristen glanced down. Dana was bent over, touching it with her lips. Too shocked to speak up, Kristen could only watch as she gradually took it into her mouth, those soft lips spreading tight around the thick shaft. She felt her tongue too, touching the head. Ecstasy shot throughout her body. She arched her back high into the air before slamming it back down again.

  “Oh Dana.”

  She never imagined it would come to this, not even in her wildest dreams. Of course, in those dreams Kristen still had her womanhood. Dana was between her legs, just like she wanted. Except, instead of tonguing a wet slit endlessly until the brink of orgasm, Kristen had to suffer having her cock sucked by a pair of tight lips. It wasn’t all that bad.

  Dana worked her head up and down, her throat gurgling as the cock touched the back of her mouth. She was quick and energetic. Kristen felt like she was about to burst down there, the pressure building just behind the base of her new appendage. Drool trickled all down the shaft.

  The girl pulled away, swallowing the mixture of juices in her mouth. She glanced around the beach before thrusting a finger underneath her bikini bottoms and pulling the crotch of it to the side, exposing her slit.

  “Whoa, hey what are you—”

  “Relax, Kristen. Just giving you what you want.” She winked. “I want it too.”

  At the back of her mind, Kristen discovered the fear of getting caught again. She had shoved it back there, far into the forgotten shadows. It returned briefly before disappearing a second time. She didn’t care. The beach was busy and packed with hundreds of people, but she was about to fuck her best friend. Getting caught suddenly didn’t seem like much of a concern.

  Dana slid forward, taking a dab of spit from her mouth and spreading it across her pussy. A moment later, the tip of it was touching her soft folds, pushing against her crotch. Kristen grunted, but then the pressure ceased. A pathway opened up, and her cock slid right on in, filling her best friend’s entrance.

  “Holy shit,” Dana breathed, visibly shuddering. “This is the biggest I’ve had.”

  Kristen was too lost in the pleasure to say anything in return.

  She moved up and down, pushing off Kristen’s abdomen. The pace was slow and steady at first. Kristen was mesmerized by it all, watching as her dick disappeared into her friend’s pussy. With the sun at the girl’s back, she was like an angel from heaven, her body sparkling with light. And the sensation of her tight pussy was nothing short of heavenly.

  “Oh fuck,” she panted. “Kristen, this is amazing. It’s just the right size.”

  Soon, she found a rhythm, bouncing herself up with enough force to cause an audible slap when she landed. Kristen held onto her hips, rolling them, pulling her back with each thrust. The inside of her pussy was so wet and tight, squeezing her new cock. She had never felt anything like it.

  Dana threw her head back, squealing in pleasure. Now on her palms, she thrust her pelvis up and down. Sweat glistened on her forehead.

  Kristen had a direct view of the girl’s womanhood, the outer lips spreading around her thick male member. She watched it in a lustful daze, entranced by the hardness of her own cock and the juices on her friend’s crotch. The scent of it touched her nose, and she pumped into her, pushing off the sand. Dana’s body vibrated with each powerful thrust, shaking from head to toe.

  “Oh yes! Oh yes!”

  Finally, Dana lunged forward, landing on Kristen’s body and wrapping her up tight. She was trembling all over, and the warm embrace sent Kristen over the edge. Hot seed erupted from the end of her cock, shooting into Dana’s tight pussy as her lover nuzzled against her cheek, kissing her repeatedly. Their bodies moved together, slowing.

  When it was finished, they lay in each other’s arms, both panting. Kristen’s cock remained inside her friend, though it started to soften.

  “Never leave me,” Dana whispered. “I want you to do that to me all the time.”

  Kristen stroked the girl’s dark hair, savoring the warmth of her body. The dream had come true.

  Vinny wasn’t expecting to be pounced on when he opened the stall door. Whitney all but leapt into his arms, causing him to stumble into the opposite wall. She kissed him full on the lips, and then on his cheek and neck, and then along his collarbone. A finger wormed its way under the strap of the bikini top. The cups slipped off his breasts with one forceful tug.

  “Whoa,” Vinny gasped, caught off guard by the seduction.

  “You’re so sexy and beautiful,” Whitney said, pausing to pin her body against his and squeeze one of his breasts. “Oh God. They’re so perfect.”

  Vinny tensed up. Bolts of pleasure shot throughout his body as the girl pinched his left nipple, twisting it with her thumb and forefinger. It was borderline painful, but he didn’t cry out. Rather, his arms and legs trembled, the fingers clenching at air, toes curling into the wood floor. His fingernails scraped the wall.

  Truthfully, Vinny had expected someone outside to tell him he had been hogging the stall for too long. Hey, where else was he supposed to go to explore his new female body? He was just getting started, too. There was so much to discover, and he hadn’t even seen it all yet.

  Instead, it was Whitney.

  Vinny found his voice. “So, about not being a lesbian—”

  “Just shut up and touch me, Vinny. I’m seducing you and you’re standing there like a statue. I need it, too.”

  “Yes ma’am.”

  Vinny had perfected the gay act for so long that he almost didn’t expect anything in return. But, it was a long con. The idea was that once the girls saw how sensitive and kind he was, they’d wish he was straight. Then, he’d come out and admit he liked girls now, or come up with something about being bisexual. He wasn’t really sure. He hadn’t made it that far yet.

  Whitney slipped an arm around his hairless back, holding him up against her. His breasts were bigger than hers, but not by much. The huge, creamy mounds quivered as she groped them, squeezing them together and thumbing the nipples. Each one was rosy pink and thick like a pencil eraser. Vinny could barely stay on his feet as strange noises came from his throat.

  He thought he had experienced it all, but then Whitney took a nipple into her mouth and sucked on it.

  “Oh my fuck. That’s … that’s really nice.”

  She looked up at him, her big blue eyes intent and focused. The suckling noises echoed all throughout the stall. He felt her tongue swirling around it, doing circles along the areola. Vinny leaned back, trying to distance himself from this continuous pleasure that made him question his male ego, but she wouldn’t let go.

  The other hand snaked between his legs, finding that one part that separated him the most from the male sex. Vinny about jumped out of his skin.

  “Oh! Hey, just … just slow down … yeah. Oh shit. Oh, that’s nice.”

  He remembered what she had told him. Every part of his body was on fire, but Vinny found enough willpower to reach over and knead one of the girl�
�s breasts. They were as soft as he imagined. His fingers slipped under the fabric, searching for the nipple. It was already hard and waiting for him, and he instantly twisted his fingers around it, pinching it like Whitney had his.

  The fingers at his crotch quickened. It was all so sensitive down there, yet there was nothing to grab or stroke. Whitney rubbed her fingers across his groin, pressing into his new womanhood. They teased him down the center, flicking something hard and perceptive.

  Vinny rose to his tippy-toes as she yanked the fabric aside and touched his pussy for the first time. God, she wouldn’t stop!

  After leaving his nipples wet and sore, Whitney returned to his lips, engaging in a sloppy kiss. Vinny didn’t fight her tongue entering his mouth, or the hand diving further back between his legs, the fingers poking into some sort of entrance.

  “I’ve never been turned on like this,” she whispered. “Never for a girl, anyway.”

  “I like it,” Vinny said. “You’re fucking hot, and I’m fucking hot. We’re both fucking hot.”

  She smirked. “You got that right.”

  Vinny felt the urge to move his body as she pushed a finger inside him. The energy was in his veins, burning hot in his loins. His pelvis rotated, moving to the rhythm of her soft, sensual touch. His ass against the wall kept him upright, while he hiked up one leg to give her more access.

  Over her shoulder, he saw someone pushing the stall door open.

  “Whitney!” Heather shrieked.

  Vinny froze. Two half-naked girls getting it on in the change rooms wasn’t a common sight.

  Whitney turned to her, wiping the drool from her lips. “Yeah?”

  Heather crossed her arms, cocking a hip. “You started without me.”

  Vinny’s eyes became saucers. Praise fucking Jesus. Bless you. Amen.

  As Heather sauntered into the tiny room and locked the door behind her, Vinny remembered those particular words. He had wished the both of them were lesbians. And, before that on the beach, Whitney had wished for him to be a girl. It was so clear to him now; somehow, the wishes were coming true!

  With Whitney’s fingers pumping into his tight little hole, Heather stripped out of her bikini top, dangled it on the end of her finger, and dropped it to the floor.