Message-ID: <819eli$9705161312@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: cyan@anon.nymserver.com Subject: Repost TG: Life With Brian 2/3 Moderator's note ------ Apparently the original post got truncated somewhere, hence this repost of the later parts. ------ end note Hi. This is the first story I've ever written. Let me know if you like = it, or if you think it needs more work. Thanks Becky Life with Brian Part Two by Rebecca A. *** During the next week I explored a couple of aspects of my body I = hadn't known about before. My nipples were no longer sore, but they = felt great when I touched them. I played with them idly one morning, = and although I didn=B9t get an erection I got the most wonderful = feelings from them. One morning in the bathroom after our run when = Brian had gone off to college I experimented a little to see how much = like a girl I was becoming. I tied my hair up and tried to thin my = eyebrows out a little. I remembered reading years ago in one of my = Mom's magazines that you had to do that from underneath the brows = rather than on top. I only took a little off, it hardly seemed = noticeable. Brian didn't notice it when he came home Next day I went a little bit further. I had been tidying Brian's = room the day before and noticed a box of Ashleigh=B9s stuff in the = bottom of the closet. It was just some old makeup, a couple of = lipsticks and some eyeliner and a dried up mascara. So I tried on = the lipstick and the eyeliner. I couldn=B9t get anything out of the = mascara, it seemed like it was all dried up. I didn't much like the = way the lipstick looked, either, I guessed it was the wrong colour = for me since Ashleigh had dark hair and mine is blonde. But it was = an interesting experiment. I thinned my eyebrows ever so slightly = again the next day. I realised a few weeks later that my body was still changing. We = were jogging, and although I'd bound my breasts up I could feel the = weight on my chest moving around a little as we ran. Next day I did = the bandage up tighter but there was still a bit of discomfort. I = noticed after the shower that my breasts seemed to have grown a bit = more. They didn't look much bigger, but they felt kind of heavier. = And the nipples were definitely larger. Maybe I should stop playing = with them, I thought. The other thing was that I wasn't needing to shave quite as much. I = had never needed to shave more than twice a week, anyway. The hairs = didn't seem to be getting any thinner (well, maybe a little) but they = weren=B9t growing as fast. One morning I decided to just pluck the = ones I could see instead of shaving them. There were only about = twenty or thirty. I had always hated shaving, and not having to made = my skin feel a lot better. But I kept shaving my legs. I asked = myself why I was doing it, because I thought it was a little bit = kinky. But I guess in the context of the way my body was changing it = was the least thing I needed to worry about. It did mean that I = needed to wear long sweat pants when jogging with Brian, though. I started to jog a bit less strenuously, and found that if I moved a = little differently there was less impact and I could still run = comfortably. I was pleased, since I figured a lower impact would = help prevent injuries anyway. I was being more careful about how much of myself I let Brian see. = Because I slept in the living room I didn=B9t have a lot of privacy, = but I was always up and dressed before Brian even stirred so there = wasn=B9t that much chance he=B9d see me naked. Just in case I took = to getting dressed in the bathroom so there wasn't any chance at all = of trouble. My clothes started to be hard to wear. My jeans just didn't seem to = fit right any more, they were way too small around my hips - = painfully tight in fact. And way too loose around the waist. I = tried belting them in a bit, but that made the size of my waist way = too obvious. It made me look too much like a girl, and I was worried = Brian was gonna say something if I did that. I still hadn=B9t saved = much money, but I knew I was gonna have to do something about buying = some jeans that fit. I went shopping during the next week, and bought two new pairs of = jeans from the Gap. The saleswoman and I spent a lot of time trying = to find the right size. The first thing I told her, without = thinking, was my old size, and she looked at me kind of weird. = Eventually we found some that fit. I wasn=B9t sure what to think = when I noticed they were 'classic women's fit'. Brian complimented me on the new jeans when he saw them on me, and = strangely I blushed. I was pleased he liked them. I realised when I = tried them on with some of my other stuff, though, that my old = clothes were getting too faded and ratty for me to keep wearing them = for much longer. And my shirts kind of hung on me, since I'd lost so = much weight up around my shoulders. Since my hips and butt had gotten so much bigger I was having trouble = with my old underwear, too. I stole a couple of pairs of panties = from Ashleigh=B9s stuff, and they fit very well. I also found that = I was a lot more comfortable in the jeans if I tucked my penis behind = me inside the panties. What the heck, I figured, panties and such = like were the least of my worries. I wasn=B9t queer, I was just = turning into a girl! Work was pretty boring, but I was grateful for the money, however = small it was. I'd been for three more jobs recently, but now I was = having to explain to the interviewers what I'd been doing for the = past year or so. 'Home duties' didn=B9t seem to really cut it with = them. I couldn't mention the job with John because that was off the = books, and the only other job I'd ever had was those three short = months back home. My future seemed bleak, so I was glad when John = offered me an extra day at work, and then an extra half day as well. = I did notice he'd started acting a bit different around me, though, = which I took as a sign that he actually knew I existed. He was even = pretty nice a few times. Of course whenever Barbara came in she and = I had a great time talking and laughing, but I tried not to seem like = I was slacking off. We had both stopped the yoga classes together, = although I still practised at home every morning after jogging, so it = was great that I still got to see her from time to time through work. = Apart from Brian she was really the only friend I had in LA. It had been four more months since I'd first noticed the changes that = were happening to me, and the weather was starting to get warmer. My = hair was now down to just above my waist. In the supermarket I = noticed people started to mistake me for a girl from time to time, = especially if I had my hair out. I also noticed it was getting = harder to bind my breasts up. So around the house when Brian was out = I stopped bandaging them up. Every afternoon when I wasn't working I = had a little nap, and afterward I=B9d put the bandage on and get up = to prepare dinner. In the mornings, though, I would let them hang = free, which felt much more comfortable. A couple of times I tried on some of the things that were left in = Ashleigh=B9s side of the closet. There wasn't a lot there, just a = few dresses and a couple of blouses and skirts. Mostly they fitted = me pretty well. Each time I tried them on I marvelled at the way my = body had developed, but I also felt guilty rummaging through her = things. I didn't do it often. Out of more curiosity I bought myself = a better color lipstick and some cheap mascara one afternoon. I = didn=B9t have anywhere to wear it, but I was trying to figure out = more about who I was becoming. It looked much better than Ashleigh's = old colours. I started to think I might even be a little bit good = looking. The thing that made me finally go to a doctor a few months later was = that my penis seemed to be shrinking slightly. I hadn=B9t had an = erection in over two years now, since just after I'd moved to LA. = That didn't really worry me, especially since I got so much pleasure = out of playing with my breasts. But although a lot of the other = changes that had happened to me hadn=B9t bothered me much I thought I = should go and get all this checked out. After all, inside I was = still a guy even if my body was beginning to resemble a game show = hostess. I had saved a bit of money, enough for a visit to the doctor. I went = late one afternoon. At reception I introduced myself as Chris = Neilsen, and didn't have to wait long before I was called by the = doctor, a pretty woman in her mid-thirties who was about my height. = In her office we talked for a short while and then she started = looking at me a bit strangely. She looked at the notes the = receptionist had made, which were basically just my name and address = and the fact that I didn=B9t have insurance, and then she said "So, = Chris is short for...?" As soon as I said Christopher I knew from her expression what the = problem was. She had thought I was a girl, too. So that made it = easier to tell her what the problem was, since clearly she could see! = She had me undress and then she examined me. "You obviously have = some kind of hormonal imbalance", she said. "How long has your body = been like this?" I told her the whole story, about losing all the = weight and everything else. She asked me how I felt about the = changes and I shrugged. I figured I shouldn=B9t have been worried = but really I was kind of used to things, it had all happened so = slowly. And there were some things I liked. I know I was more = sensitive in a lot of ways, especially to smells and touch and subtle = sounds. I didn=B9t mind that. She told me I should buy myself a sports bra if I was going to keep = running, at least until she could arrange for a mastectomy. When she = said that word I flinched involuntarily, which she noticed. I = didn=B9t want anyone to cut into my breasts! She murmured something = like "if that=B9s what you decide you want" and told me to get = dressed. What did I want? Who knows? I walked out of her office and down to the bus stop feeling kind of = odd. So, she=B9d told me I had a hormonal imbalance. Like, duh! = She couldn't tell me why without a whole lot of tests. She did tell = me that I was otherwise incredibly healthy and fit, which I pretty = much knew. Apart from that virus back before I lost weight I hadn't = been sick for years, and since I exercised almost every day I knew my = body was in great shape. It was just a strange shape! As I stood at the bus stop I noticed in the corner of my eye that a = guy was looking me over. Then I realised I hadn=B9t put my bandage = back on after I'd left the doctor, and he could see my nipples = clearly outlined through my t-shirt. I crossed my arms to try to = cover them, which had the paradoxical effect of pushing my bust line = higher. Fortunately the bus came at that moment and I got on. He = remained at the stop, so I guess it wasn't his route. As the bus = pulled away I caught his eye again, and surprised myself by giving = him a wink and a smile. He grinned back at me, and for some reason I = felt really good. By the time I got home it was getting late. I stopped off at the = mini-mart down the street and got some ice-cream for dinner. Yi, the = Taiwanese woman who ran the place, gave me an enormous smile when she = saw me, and told me how well I was looking. I realised I was still = smiling, ever since that guy at the bus stop. We chatted briefly as = we always did when I went to the mart for anything, then I hurried = back home. I did like how that guy had made me feel. That was = pretty weird, wasn't it? I walked up the stairs singing softly to myself, swinging the plastic = bag with the icecream in it and thinking about what I was going to = cook Brian for dinner. I opened the door and was sailing blithely = through the living room when he appeared in the doorway to the = kitchen and said "Hi, I=B9m home early". "Hi," I said cheerfully, before I noticed his eyes go straight to my = chest, they flicked straight back up again, and he tried to keep the = expression on his face fixed, but I had noticed him looking at my = breasts and I blushed. I squeezed past him into the kitchen and put = the icecream into the freezer. I didn't know what to say as I turned = around. He couldn't stop looking at my chest, though he was trying hard not = to. I folded my arms again. "Uh, Chris..." he gurgled. I had my back to the fridge, and I sank down to the floor and put my = head my knees. Uh oh. What was he gonna say, now that he knew? = Brian wasn't just my best friend, he was practically my only friend. = He walked over to me and bent down to take my hand. I looked up at = him and he pulled me to my feet. I was terrified. Was he gonna hit = me? What? Instead he hugged me. I could feel his hands on my back, = and my breasts flattened against his chest. I realised for the first = time just how much bigger than me he was. He probably weighed at = least twice what I did and then some. He pulled back from me and looked me up and down, paying particular = attention to my breasts again. I tossed my hair behind me and tried = to smile, but I guess I was really looking like I was gonna burst = into tears. "Wow", Brian said. Then I did burst into tears. He hugged me again, = and then he poured us both a large tumbler of Scotch each. I slugged = mine down, and he poured me another. "Did you know you're = beautiful?" he suddenly said to me. Well, that caused some strange reactions in me! I blushed again, and = looked away. I was secretly pleased. And then I realised, for the = very first time, that I loved Brian. Not the way guys like each = other. I actually loved him in a really deep way, and in a physical = way, too. I realised that he=B9d known that things were changing = between us for a while, but he had been too kind to say anything to = me - until today, when he couldn't pretend he didn't know because he = couldn't take his eyes off my tits. I raised my eyes to meet his again and he tilted my face up to him = and bent to kiss me. I just melted into him. He kissed me and = touched me and then I felt his hand moving up to my breast and it = felt so good! After a little while I kind of lost track of what was = happening, because everything he was doing felt wonderful. Then he = actually picked me up and carried me into his room. He stood me beside the bed and undid the button on my jeans and began = to pull them down. He looked a little surprised when he saw the = panties, but he didn=B9t say anything. He pulled my t-shirt over my = head. He began to undo his own clothing as he bent to kiss my neck, = and then my chest. After he had his shirt off he lifted me onto the = bed, standing, so that my nipples were at the height of his mouth, = and he flicked his tongue over them as he took his own jeans off. I = moaned and closed my eyes. Then he lifted me again and lay me down = on the bed. He explored my body with his mouth for a long time, kissing me on my = belly and my thighs and my breasts and even on the arches of my feet. = I was on fire. I was running my hands over his body and loving the = way he felt - his body was so different to my own! Eventually I came = to his cock, and when I felt it I opened my eyes in surprise. It was = enormous, at least it was now that it was fully erect. I stroked it = a few times and he smiled gently at me and then went back to kissing = me again. Then, as though he could bear it no longer, he rolled me = over on the bed and tore down my panties, and then I could feel him = applying something slick and wet to my anus. I tensed a little, but = I didn't say anything. If this was what he wanted... He told me again how beautiful he thought I was, and then came into = me gently - at least I think he was trying to be gentle. But it felt = like agony, he felt way too big for me. I whimpered, and he = withdrew. Then he brushed my hair off to one side and kissed my neck = until I relaxed, then came in me again, this time forcefully. He = held my shoulders and pumped into me, and the pain gradually gave way = to a different feeling, a good feeling. I did love Brian, and I = loved it that he liked the things that had happened to me, and it was = good to have him inside me like this. After a while, as I was = starting to enjoy the sensations, he tensed and shuddered and came = into me in an enormous series of spasms. A few moments later he = withdrew. I could feel his seed inside me. He lay behind me with my = back to him, and cupped my breasts and stroked them some more. I = smiled. I felt great, better than I ever had when I'd had sex with a = girl, even though I didn't come. I snuggled into him as he held me = and told me he loved me. I warm glow went through me and we lay = there together for a very long time. *** Continued in Part Three -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /