Message-ID: <820eli$9705161327@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 1/3 My first attempt to post this failed because it was truncated. Let's = see if I can get it there in three parts. 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. by Rebecca A. Brian and I had been best friends for as long as I could remember, = although I wondered why from time to time. Sometimes he drove me = nuts. He sometimes behaved really oafishly - or just insensitively - = and he could be opinionated, too. Not that he didn't have good = reason to be. He was always one of the smartest kids I knew, and he = was captain of the football team when we were at high school. Brian = was one of those good-looking golden boys for whom life always = naturally came easy, smiling his way through difficult situations = with a flash of his blue eyes and an easy laugh. Whenever we fell = out he always won me over again with some quick-witted remarks and a = look that seemed to say "what, you don't like me? How can you = resist?" I never figured out why he was friends with me, unless it was just an = accident of geography since we lived next door to one another when we = were kids. I was the opposite of everything Brian surrounded himself = with. While Brian's family was relatively well-off my Mom and I were = always struggling. I was only average at school, and while I wasn't = one of the geeks I wasn't very popular either. I was too short and = small to be any good at sport, and not muscular or handsome enough to = get girls easily. The girls I did go out with were more attracted by = the proximity to Brian, I think. For whatever reason, Brian and I remained friends throughout school. = After we graduated he went off to California to do pre-med at college = in Los Angeles, and I stayed in the same hokey little burg we'd grown = up in, working myself into a brain-dead state in a job in an = insurance company. I didn't have the grades for a scholarship to = college, and my Mom couldn't afford to help me out with money since = Dad had skipped out on us when I was three. There was the community = college, but I would have to move closer in to the city to attend, or = commute four hours a day on the bus. Only three months after I got the job the company went through a = round of 'downsizing', and after three more months I still hadn't = found a new job. I got a phone call around then from Brian, = wondering how I was and what I was up to. I told him I wasn't up to = much, and he told me I should come out to the coast and stay at his = place - he was sure there were more jobs in California, and he had = plenty of room. After talking it over with Mom we agreed that at = worst I'd get to see the ocean (I never had before) and I couldn=B9t = do much worse than the jobs I'd recently been getting rejections for. = Mom and my Grandma gave me farewell hugs and a couple of hundred = dollars, and I caught a bus for the bright lights. Brian met me at the bus station, and sped me home to his little = apartment in his beat up Rabbit convertible. He was wrong about = having plenty of room, I realised as soon as we walked in. Apart = from the apartment being tiny it was full of an enormous amount of = clutter. Where had he acquired all this stuff in such a short time? = I said as much and he told me all the furniture had come with his = previous girlfriend, Ashleigh, who had dropped out a few months = earlier and decided to leave for Nepal on some weird spiritual = enlightenment thing. Brian told me she was coming back but he didn't = know when. He looked kind of dejected when he talked about that so I = didn't press him on it. I did think at the time that Ashleigh's = sense of interior decorating needed adjustment, but the awfulness of = the striped couch was matched by Brian's evident total inability to = clean so I gave her the benefit of the doubt. We agreed I'd have to sleep on the couch for the time being. Brian = proposed that as soon as I got a job we could move to a bigger = apartment and share the expense, which sounded fine with me. In the = meantime he would cover all the bills and rent from the money his = parents gave him. Within a few days it was just like old times. Despite our occasional = ups and downs I was always more relaxed in Brian's presence than with = anyone else, and he seemed glad to have someone to distract him from = Ashleigh=B9s absence. Pretty soon he began to devote more time to = his studies, so I tried not to disturb him and devoted my time to = searching for work. In a few weeks I had begun to realise that in Los Angeles a = high-school diploma didn't qualify me for much more than a car wash = attendant. I found that out when I got a job washing cars. It = didn't last, though. One of the guys I was working with, Bob, had an = argument with a customer a few weeks after I started, and it = developed into a fight. I was kind of shocked, and I just stood = there while they hit one another. When the customer filed a = complaint with the police he claimed that there were two guys = fighting with him - I don't know why unless he was embarrassed at Bob = humiliating him - and my boss decided to fire both of us to shut the = customer and the police up. Brian thought the whole incident was hilarious, since he knew I'd = never been in a fight with anyone my whole life except the time Nicky = Davis hit me in third grade, which didn't count because I was winded = so it wasn't a fight, it was a single punch. Needless to say I was less than amused. I had no more savings at = all. I couldn't even afford to get my hair cut. As it got longer I = took to tying it back most days, and I always put it in a ponytail = when I went for a job. Brian tried his best to cheer me up, and made = sure the refrigerator was well-stocked and we never wanted for = anything at home, but I was dispirited with my lack of success with = jobs and the difficulty of getting one without references. I started = to sleep late, and mope around the house all day because I had no = money to go out. One day I became aware that I really didn't like = myself that much anymore. After about two months of this I was at a low ebb, and one night over = pizza which he had paid for I was unburdening myself on Brian yet = again when suddenly he told me to cut it out, he'd had enough of my = whining. I was shocked, and upset, but I knew he was right - I had = been complaining a lot lately. He told me if I really wanted = something to do I could start by cleaning the apartment up a little, = he didn't know how I could be at home all day but the place looked = worse than ever. I started to say that he was the source of most of = the mess but caught myself and held it in. I owed Brian an awful lot. Later he seemed to realise that he'd hurt my feelings with his = outburst, and to make it up to me he treated me to a movie. It was = typical Brian, to act as though nothing had happened and be his usual = charming witty self as we drove through the warm night with the top = down. By the end of the evening I'd forgotten all about our argument. In the morning I made sure I cleaned the kitchen, bathroom and living = room thoroughly while Brian was at college. I left his bedroom = alone, I figured that was his business. In return, Brian started to try to involve me more in his life = outside the apartment. I got to meet more of his friends from = college who were mostly nice although we didn't have a lot in common = except for Brian. I could see that a couple of girls in his year = were infatuated with him. He still had those good looks and that = charm, but it seemed he was still hung up on Ashleigh and didn=B9t = notice all the other attention. Brian decided we should both be fitter, and we started jogging = together in the mornings before he went off to classes. At first I = was reluctant, but it did make me feel better and got me out of the = apartment. We both started taking vitamins, and tried to eat better = foods. In a few weeks I noticed both our moods improved = substantially, so I guess good health does have some short term = benefits as well as the lasting ones Brian was keen about. Over the next few months my success with jobs was just as limited, = and I toyed with the idea of going back home to Mom. But I enjoyed = my time with Brian, although I was seeing less and less of him as his = study increased. And although I'd so far had only a little exposure = to LA it seemed so much more exciting than my home town, and I didn't = think I could stand to go back to somewhere where everyone knew me = and I wasn=B9t anything. In LA I was a failure but at least no-one = except Brian knew. I got to be a very good housekeeper. Brian commented on it one = morning about six months after I moved in, and as I looked around I = had to admit the place had changed since I first saw it. Apart from = some general cleaning I'd also moved some stuff around, washed the = curtains and put a cover on the horrible couch to tone it down a bit. = While the place didn't look like it would make Architectural Digest, = it looked like my Mom wouldn't drop dead when she saw it. Not long after that Brian got a letter from Ashleigh, the first in = ages, and it really brought him down into a slump. He became kind of = listless and empty, and didn=B9t want to talk about it, so I tried my = best to be supportive and didn=B9t pry. I made sure he ate well and = always had clean clothes and all that kind of stuff so that at least = he could focus on his studies. He looked at me kind of funny one = night as I was doing the dishes after dinner and said "you know = Chris, you make a terrific wife". I threw the dishcloth at him in = mock anger and he gave me his first smile in ages. Brian's spirits improved quickly after that, and I figured that he = was finally over Ashleigh. She sure had made a big impression on him = considering they=B9d only been together for a few months. Anyway, he = devoted himself more to work, but we also did more stuff out like = in-line skating and some hiking. About nine months after I moved to LA I started to feel a kind of = strange fatigue, but I passed it off as a mild virus and didn't = think much about it. I did notice that I wasn=B9t able to run quite = as well as I had been. I thought maybe I needed to improve my muscle = tone a little, and so I signed up for a yoga class that was taught = after hours at the civic centre. Brian agreed to pay for it as a = present for my eighteenth birthday, on the understanding that I = wasn't going to go all mystical on him like Ashleigh did and wig out = for Nepal or anything. I had to reassure him that it wasn't that = kind of course - it had very little meditation and a lot of muscle = work. Even so, I found that I had lost a little of the strength I = had, and holding some of the poses was more difficult than I=B9d = imagined it would be. Most of the others in my yoga class were women, and I struck up a = friendship with one woman about ten years older than me. Her name = was Barbara and she was married with two kids. She referred to the = yoga as her sanity break. She started driving me home after the = class finished because it was pretty much on her way. I liked her, = she reminded me of a younger version of my Mom, who I was missing. I started losing weight, even though I thought I was still eating the = same amounts. I didn't notice it at first because we didn=B9t have a = set of scales in the apartment, but I did notice that some of my = jeans were looser on me and so were the collars on my shirts. Some = of them were getting kind of thin, and I thought maybe they'd = stretched. But in the bathroom one morning I noticed that I was = definitely thinner than I used to be. I started to worry that I was = wasting away. Finally I got a little work. Barbara told me her husband needed some = part time assistance with his business, routine stuff like mail-outs = to clients and keeping track of orders and deliveries. It was only a = day a week, but he could pay me cash and I could choose the day that = was best for me. I was really happy, not just because of the money, = which wasn't going to be much, but because it would be my money and I = wouldn't have to ask Brian for as much each week. Brian was pleased for me, but reiterated that we were doing fine with = the money we had, He said I shouldn't feel obliged to contribute to = the house expenses - the money I earned should be mine. So I went to = work for Barbara=B9s husband, John, who was nice enough but a bit = distant. The first day I started there I got the idea that he didn't = really need me but that Barbara might have talked him into employing = me. I tried to impress him anyway, doing the work scrupulously, and = dressing as well as I could. I had become very used to having long = hair by now, and so I always made sure my hair was tied back, and I = was as polite as possible. It didn't seem to matter, he always = regarded me with a kind of surreptitious distrust. I tried to make sure the house was as clean as ever and that Brian = always got a healthy evening meal. I didn=B9t want my work to = interfere with that, because I was conscious of Brian's generosity in = paying for all our living expenses. I even began to clean his room = as well as the rest of the apartment. One day during the course of = cleaning I found a few letters and photos which Ashleigh had sent = him. I idly flicked through the photos. She sure was gorgeous. I = could see why Brian would still be hung up on her. I felt guilty = looking at the photos for some reason, so I decided not to pry = through the letters and put them back in the drawer I=B9d found them = in. Brian=B9s room still had a fair bit of Ashleigh's stuff in it. That = made sense, I guess, since she had promised him she was coming back. = I straightened Brian's things up as much as I could, but I left the = drawers with Ashleigh's underwear and other stuff untouched. I = didn=B9t think Brian wanted his life totally organised. The apartment looked great, and I saved a little money from the job, = so I spent a little on a couple of minor things to brighten the place = up. I was gonna buy myself some clothes with the first few paychecks = I got, but I figured Brian had been really good to me and so I wanted = to spend the money on stuff we could both benefit from. Brian seemed = pleased with the minor changes I made around the place, and I felt = good for having done it. Anyway, there were paychecks in the future = to take care of clothing and other stuff. The clothes I had were = worn, but who cared? John didn't seem to care how I looked at work. = I guess the benefit of running a mail-order business is you never = have to see the customers. A few weeks after I started work I was in the shower when I noticed = my nipples were unusually sensitive, painful even. I studied them = and noticed that they looked pinker, and a little swollen. There was = a little hard lump under each of them. I wondered if I had some kind = of infection, and whether it was related to the weight loss. I = thought I'd ask Brian, he was still only doing the pre-med course but = he was the closest thing to a medical reference I had. But I was too embarrassed for the next couple of weeks. I almost = asked him one night after dinner, but then I felt self-conscious and = changed the subject before I got to ask anything. Then after a = couple of weeks the pain went away, although my nipples stayed a bit = puffy. If anything they were even more swollen. Over the next month I noticed Brian sneaking quick glances at me when = he thought I wasn=B9t looking. I wasn=B9t sure what he was looking = at, but whenever I turned to meet his gaze he looked away. I found I was needing to sleep more. I still got up early to go = jogging with Brian, but I started taking little naps in the = afternoons on days I wasn=B9t working. I thought I might still have = been losing weight, so I bought a cheap pair of scales with some of = my own money and weighed myself. I was shocked. Since I moved to LA = I=B9d lost almost thirty pounds! I wasn=B9t a big guy to begin with. = I studied myself closely in the mirror, concerned by my still puffy = nipples and the amount of muscle I seemed to have lost from my = shoulders and chest. My legs were still in good shape, the jogging = seemed to be helping that, and I looked fit. Maybe I was naturally = meant to be lower in weight and it was just the exercise? Later that evening I finally asked Brian what he knew about sudden = weight loss. He wanted to know why I was asking, and I mentioned = most of the changes that had been taking place. He shrugged, and = said it didn't seem like anything to worry about, but if I wanted to = see a Doctor... I knew where that might lead considering the job I = had with John didn't give me health benefits. I didn=B9t want to mention what was happening to my chest to Brian. = There were some things guys just didn't talk about. Over the next two months my weight seemed to stabilise at a little = over 100lbs, which was alarming, but then it rose another 10lbs. But = there was no doubt about it now, my chest was definitely doing = something weird. One Sunday morning, a non-jogging day, I was in bed = contemplating the day ahead when I ran my hand over my chest and = noticed how extraordinarily good it felt. I stroked my nipples a = little and was rewarded with a very intense sensation. That's when I = knew. I leapt out of my bed on the couch and ran to the bathroom. Tearing = off the t-shirt I usually wore to bed I stared at myself in the = mirror. I was turning into a girl. Oh so slowly, but that was what was happening. I had small but = definite breasts with largish dark pink nipples, and the weight I had = put on recently seemed all to have gone to my butt. There was an = indentation at my waist, and I noticed that my neck and arms looked = more slender. The hair on my legs still looked kind of dark, but it = seemed as though it was thinning. I had never had much on my arms = and none on my chest, so it was hard to tell anything from that. My penis didn't look as though it was affected much at all. Although = now that I reflected on it I hadn't had an erection for a long time. = I wondered why I hadn=B9t noticed that before? I sat on the edge of the bathtub and wondered how and why this was = happening. I must have some kind of strange disease or something. I = had to find out a way to see a doctor. Eventually I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror again. I = pulled my hair up and studied the way I looked. My face had changed = a little I think, though it was hard to tell. It looked thinner = overall, but my cheekbones looked bigger and my lips a little fuller. = Perhaps I was just imagining it. I'd have to try to find a photo = from a while ago to make a comparison. I turned with my back to the = mirror and tried to look over my shoulder to see how I looked from = behind. I noticed my back looked very much like a girl=B9s, too. Strangely, I felt more surprised than upset. I got into the shower = and washed my hair. On the spur of the moment I decided to reach for = the razor and shaving foam on the vanity and began to shave my legs = while I was in the shower. I nicked myself once, but mostly it was = surprisingly easy. Then, for good measure, I shaved my armpits too. I got out of the shower and dried myself off. "And the colored = girls go doop, she-doop, doop-doop, she-doop" I sang under my breath. = How did the rest of it go? "Plucked her eyebrows on the way, shaved = her legs..." Well, I wasn't quite ready to pluck my eyebrows. But = my legs felt great. I idly thought I must have been losing my = marbles to shave them, but they looked pretty good as well. No = regrets, I decided. I stayed in the bathroom a while, looking myself over. Eventually I = guess I came to my senses. I realised I was gonna have to start = covering myself up a little more unless I wanted Brian to notice what = was happening to me. I guessed I should also work out a way to get = to a doctor pretty soon. Idly I wondered why I wasn't really upset = about all of this. I got out some surgical bandage from the bathroom cupboard and wound = it around my chest in an attempt to flatten out my - well, my = breasts, that was what they were now, there was no question about = that. When I was reasonably satisfied I wrapped a towel around = myself, including my chest this time instead of letting it hang = around my waist. I wondered how come Brian hadn't said anything to = me yet. Surely he must have noticed this before considering I hung = around the house in t-shirts most of the time. I stopped worrying = about that and got dressed. My legs felt amazing as I pulled my = jeans over them, so smooth and, I had to admit, kind of sexy. Then I = combed my still damp hair out. It was well and truly down between my = shoulder blades by now. I had gotten used to it being so long, in = fact I kind of liked it. *** Continued in Part Two -- +--------------' 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> /