Honest Discussion - Ending 2

First information was gently inserted into everyone’s mind, information about what would soon occur.

Going forward people between approximately the ages of 17 and 22 would undergo a sort of second puberty: they would develop into fully functional hermaphrodites. The majority of people will have this hermaphrodation occur at the later end of the range, 19 to 21, with only about 5% having it occur before 19.

For males this would take the form of developing breasts, loss of chest hair above the bottom of the rib cage, a slight widening of the pelvis and obviously the growth of a second reproductive system, a female one. This process generally takes six months, though breast development may continue sporadically well into one’s 20s.

For females, the main physical changes would be mainly limited to simply developing their male reproductive system, with few or no other visible changes. Development of the male reproductive system generally takes only three to four months for females.

These however are only the most common outcomes, and the tail of possibilities is long. For instance, it is entirely possible for example for a male to end up with an entirely feminine appearance by the end of this second major sexual development period. Or the opposite for someone born female, or anything in between. A person’s desires influence this, so for example, a closeted trans woman is more likely to end up with a feminine appearance than a man. These outliers may take a year or more to fully change into their new appearance. Though the majority of people do follow the rules above.

The last thing that changes is sexual preferences, those attracted to men gain an interest in breasts on men. Everyone gains new urges and reflexes related to their new parts and mostly gains an interest in the parts they were formally uninterested in. These are again generalisations, other outcomes are possible, rarely some may find their orientation changing, some may become bi, others may go from straight to gay, or the opposite, such cases would be rare.

Everyone ends up with a dual libido, that is, it is possible to be aroused with only one’s male parts, or only one’s female parts. In fact for most people at some point their body will “lock in” to one or the other, releasing a pheromone signal that will cause their partner to “lock in” to the opposite. Once someone locks into female “mode”, their male parts would pull almost entirely into their body to get them out of the way, much the same way they do in the cold.

The change that came was that everyone in the world would be altered as if this had always been the case, so those over 22 would all rapidly change into the hermaphroditic version of themselves, and those between 17 and 22 would land at some level of development of their new characteristics.

The warning given also included information that, at least in this initial change, people’s relationships would be taken into account. So it would mostly avoid leaving those in love unattracted to their partner.

For Jon and Karyn they would both become fully developed hermaphrodites when the change occurred.

Jon was sitting in his first class, it was about halfway through it when the warning about the coming change was inserted into his mind, followed quickly by the information about what it was. He looked around the room, the mood had changed, the teacher had stopped talking. Everyone was a little disoriented by having their heads filled with new data. They all seemed to be trying to ignore it. Jon knew this feeling of information overload, it had happened when Karyn had wished for them to know how the wish for him to have boobs for a week had been granted. It seemed unlikely that Karyn would wish for this, nor could he conceive of how to get around the range limit of the stone… however he was quite sure the information was accurate, and that at least the teacher would soon change, whatever power was bringing it about.

He sat, uneasy with the uncertainty: would he change? If he did, would he end up with huge boobs as he had from Karyn’s temporary wish? The thing that really scared him was the fact that maybe he’d change completely and end up looking like a girl. Would Karyn still want him? It claimed to take relationships into account… but would it for him? The teacher had resumed giving her lesson, though the room was still full of tension, and she was obviously nervous.

Then it happened. Jon felt himself begin to change, a slight pressure in his chest, a pulling sensation in his groin, behind his balls, a strange sensation in his guts. He felt his pants start to tighten around his hips as his pelvis changed shape; they went from a relaxed fit to tight on his butt. At the same time, he could feel the weight of his breasts rapidly increasing, filling out, pulling at his shirt. He watched them grow: it was astonishingly quick. When they finished, the weight and movement felt familiar; he was sure they were nearly the same as the ones he had had for a week. He felt the strange sensation of his new parts between his legs. Looking around the room, he saw he was the only one with any visible change. He knew the teacher must have changed too; she was young for a teacher but still beyond the age by which everyone would be fully hermaphrodated.

The teacher had, quite understandably, stopped her lesson again. Jon watched her try to collect herself. She looked around the room, saw Jon, her eyes went straight to his chest. She quickly looked away.

Jon was a little taken aback by the teacher looking at him that way for a moment, then he remembered how much of a hard time Karyn had the previous week, and he ignored it.

“OK class, I… can confirm that the… uhm thing that we all experienced earlier was… accurate. As you probably noticed Jon’s… changes.” she looked back at him, making a valiant effort to look only at his face—she mostly succeeded. “Jon, are you alright, do you think you need some time to collect yourself?”

Jon thought for a moment, “I’d… like to go to the bathroom for a moment…”

“Very well, has anyone else… changed in ways that are not so visible and is in need of some time alone?” No one moved.

“Good… then… I... shall continue.”

Jon got up and started walking to the door, he immediately noticed several things as he walked; his hips swayed more than he was used to, and he felt the extra tilt in every step. He could also feel his new parts down below shifting and rubbing slightly against themselves as he walked. He assumed women didn’t notice that because they were used to it, but like when having boobs was new, he felt everything from his new anatomy acutely. The last thing was that, though his boobs didn’t feel too weird to him—he’d only been flat-chested again for a day, and the boobs still felt normal-ish—he was not used to wearing a T-shirt and no bra. He quickly realised he very much wanted a bra. His boobs bounced and jiggled with each step, rubbing slightly on the inside of his shirt.

Jon had his phone in his pocket as he walked to the bathroom. He texted Karyn, asking if she was OK, and had she been affected. He immediately received a response that she had.

When he reached the bathroom, he stood back from the sinks and their mirrors so that he could actually see most of his body. His bust was as he expected the same as the last time he had one, his hips were he suddenly knew, wider than typical for post-hermaphrodation men, well into a less curvy woman’s hip shape. Apparently, there was more knowledge included by whatever did this than he was consciously aware of. He turned sideways, seeing that his butt was also a bit rounder, it had filled out to maintain its shape with the wider hips, though it did still seem to be just as much muscle as before, so it was very firm when he poked it.

For a moment he considered going into a stall to try to have a look at his new equipment down below… but he quickly remembered that with a shirt on, it was hard to see even his old equipment past his boobs, let alone something that would be behind that from his perspective. Self-examination would have to wait until he could undress and look between his boobs.

He wasn’t at all sure how he felt about his new hips and rounder butt; he was worried it might get him made fun of for looking girly… He could probably wish it away, he thought, but should he?

He started walking quickly back to class but was forced to slow down as his unsupported boobs were bouncing uncomfortably.

The rest of the class went as normally as it was possible for it to go, Jon occasionally caught the teacher looking at his chest, but he could tell she was absolutely doing her best not to stare, so he let it slide. Though it did trigger little feelings in his new parts every time he thought about it. He pushed them down and tried to ignore them.

His second class of the day was similar, though there was one other changed male student in that one.

Walking through the halls between classes was an interesting experience. Five percent of guys his age had boobs—that’s 1 in 20, none that he saw as big as his own. Walking the hall he noticed the occasional girl unable to keep her eyes off his braless boobs. He quickly found himself walking with one arm under his bust to cut down on the movement. He now really understood the invention of the bra.

He found the female attention… surprising, though he supposed he shouldn’t; they had been put in a very similar situation to the one Karyn was in the previous week. They weren’t used to liking boobs. Most of them were putting in an effort not to stare for too long, but not all successfully.

What really caught him off guard was the first time one of the girls noticed his chest and as he approached started standing awkwardly, he couldn’t figure it out for a moment, but as he drew closer he noticed something. A bulge in the front of the skirt the girl was wearing. Then it clicked. She had a boner. This set off something inside him. A new part of him. He felt a small surge of arousal, but not with his male equipment, no, his first taste of his female libido. The physical effect wasn’t much, a slight rush of blood and consequently a little warmth, but it hammered home the fact that he was both male and female now, that he had a female libido, that on his camping trip with Karyn he was likely to see her penis… that he would very likely enjoy seeing it. He tried not to think too hard about that, the idea of Karyn’s penis had also pushed on his new female libidio… It was harder to ignore than his original one, it was new, he wasn’t used to it, so he pushed it down, thought about math.

By the time he reached his physics class he’d managed to calm himself down. He was very surprised to find a girl sitting beside him, where his lab partner Bill should be.

“Uh, hi Jon… I… I’m Bill.”

Jon stared at her… him? He wasn’t sure, the girl could easily be Bill’s sister, she was the same height as him, and at a second look her clothes were obviously not really fitting her properly, a little loose in the shoulders, much too tight across her bust that was nearly as big as Jon’s, her hair was cut the way Bill’s was… Bill had been one of the rare people who ended up with a drastic change, all the way to a feminine appearance.

“I… see,” Jon said, “I… are you OK? I mean this” he gestured down to his chest, “is a lot to get used to… and the uh other things, but well I… can’t imagine being in your position…”

“Yeah… I’m… well I can… cope.”

“Are you sure… I… I mean they’d probably let you go home…”

“Yeah, I’m sure…”

Something pricked at the back of Jon’s mind, Bill wasn’t single. “OH! Err…”

“What?”

“I just… well your boyfriend…”

“Uh yeah… We share a first class, the teacher let us both step out of the room for a minute… turns out he… um well, what he likes changed… we’re OK… at least as much as one could expect.”

“Oh. I… well if you need to talk I’m… willing to listen.”

“Thanks, I… well I mean we have at least one new problem in common.” Bill glanced down at Jon’s chest.

“Err, yeah, I… think I’m going to be getting a bra ASAP…”

“Yeah… I… God the looks I got while walking here, people seem to just assume I’m… a girl and I… didn’t wear one on purpose…”, he sighed, “I… I’m sorry if I look, I’m not used… to… liking er…”

“I understand, don’t worry too much about it, just uh try not to stare. My homeroom teacher had the same problem. It was kinda funny seeing her avoid looking at me as much as she could. I… so you… still… uhm…”

“Could you try your best to think of me as a guy still? At least for now… this is a lot to process.”

“Uh, sure…”

The physics teacher walked in, putting an end to their conversation. He too had boobs, not very big, but they were very obvious under his shirt, and like every other man over 23 he hadn’t had any chance to do anything to support them yet, so he was obviously trying to ignore them.

The rest of the morning passed similarly for Jon, the occasional girl finding his chest distracting in ways she wasn’t used to and being unable to stop herself from looking, sometimes staring. He did his best to ignore it, though part of him enjoyed it; it made him feel attractive, but it also made him feel things he wasn’t used to in his new vagina, little spikes of arousal. He did his best to ignore the new sensations; he wasn’t prepared to deal with those feelings in school. One thing he very much noticed that was different from the last time he was at school with boobs was how other guys who didn’t have any reacted. They didn’t make fun of him. Was it because they knew he was an early bloomer and they’d be getting boobs themselves soon enough? Was it just that they were overwhelmed by the strangeness of the change to the world? Jon didn’t know. Either way, it did make the experience much less unpleasant.

At lunchtime, he, much as he had the previous week, planned on grabbing something and eating while sitting alone on the wall, but while he was getting something from the cafeteria he saw Biff.

What surprised him was that Biff looked exactly as he had during the previous week, his shirt very tight across his bust, big, dome-shaped boobs stretching it out. He saw Sarah with him, very obviously distracted by Biff's new bust. Sarah looked very similar, perhaps a bit more muscled, Jon looked her up and down, it was also obvious that she was hiding an erection, holding her purse tight against her crotch. It was obvious the two of them were feeling new things and they were both uncomfortable with them.

Jon for his part didn’t want to think about Sarah having a hard-on for fear of turning on his own new libido so he quickly turned away.

Once he reached the wall and started eating, alone with his thoughts, he found that, more than at any other time during the semester, he wished he shared a lunch period with Karyn. He wanted to talk to her, work out problems with her, find solutions, and just to vent. To vent about how weird walking felt with his new hips, the way they forced him to let them sway a little more, not a lot, not enough to make his walk obviously feminine, just enough to feel strange. They were wide, wider than some girls’ hips. He felt weird about that. The extra thickness of his butt, now that he was aware of it, he couldn’t stop feeling it whenever he sat down, even now sitting on the wall, he could feel the little extra bit of flesh underneath him. Most of all he wanted to know that the change had taken his relationship with Karyn into account and that she was still attracted to him.

Near the end of his lunch period, Jon started walking to his next class, very glad that it wasn’t a Gym day for him, he wouldn’t want to do that without a bra for anything. He tucked his left arm under his breasts to hold them up and cut down on bouncing. They were already a bit sore from just the walking he had done in the morning without support.

The next class was civics, and today involved a discussion time towards the end. Half the class had been assigned different readings the previous week and now they had to explain their part to the other person. Jon was paired up with a girl, she had changed too. The problem was she spent much of the discussion period talking to Jon’s chest. He tried to be understanding, to let it slide, but she wasn’t getting better as it went on… she didn’t even seem to be trying too hard. Eventually, Jon said something.

“Hey, uh… I’m up here.”

She turned bright red. “I… oh… I’m sorry… I… I’m just not… it’s… new…”

“I... look I know, they’re big, and… I’m a guy… I get… the uhm difficulty… and I know you’re not used to it… but please try not to… that is.. try to talk to me and not… them.”

“I… I’m so sorry, I’ll do better.”

They went back to their discussion, she did do better, still looking frequently, but no longer just staring. Jon could deal with that. As long as she was obviously trying not to stare he could let it slide, for now.

Walking through the hall to his next class it was getting easy to pick out the girls that had changed, they all walked or stood a little strangely, Jon guessed because they weren’t used to the new equipment, though he tried not to think about that, he really wasn’t quite ready to feel arousal in his new parts. It was bad enough that he was constantly aware of the presence of that new anatomy, especially while walking, he needed to process it.

Math class passed uneventfully, he seemed to be the only one changed other than the teacher in the class.

At the end of the day, he rushed to the wall as fast as he could, given the limitations of having to hold his boobs, to meet Karyn at the wall. Today was different, slowed down by not having a bra. Karyn had arrived first, waiting for him, but as he approached she stood and gave him an energetic embrace.

The change began, Karyn felt it, her panties rapidly filled, then overfilled. Her new balls didn’t fit in the small area of fabric at the front. She found herself squirming uncomfortably. Looking up she noticed the teacher’s new boobs, quashed her desire to look more at them, glad she had practice dealing with being into boobs, and raised her hand.

The teacher had stopped speaking in surprise as the change hit him. He stood for a moment, then came back to reality and looked around the room.

“Ah… Karyn, yes?”

“May I go to the washroom?”

“Err, yes go ahead.”

She left, walking awkwardly, feeling her panties shift, her new balls ended up out one side and her penis out the other leg hole, it was not comfortable.

As she walked she received Jon’s text and responded as she walked.

On arriving at the bathroom she went into one of the stalls and pulled down her pants and underwear and sat down. Leaning forward so she could see past her breasts, she spread her legs, forcing her panties all the way down, she looked at her new parts. It looked… as she expected from seeing Jon’s when flaccid. It looked about the same size as his.

For a few minutes she sat staring at herself and thinking, what to do about her underwear situation. Her pants had ample room as they were slightly oversized slacks. She eventually decided to simply take her panties off.

She stepped out of the stall, her panties placed in a pocket on the slacks. She felt her new parts moving around as she walked, she now knew exactly what Jon meant when he talked about being constantly aware of his boobs, the newness of the sensations stopped her from being able to ignore them. She stopped, looking at herself in the mirror over one of the sinks on the wall opposite the stalls. She looked herself up and down, seeing the slight bulge in the front of her pants. It made her feel… odd. Knowing that she had a penis, that she could see the result of having it, that everyone would be able to see.

She looked for a few minutes, changing how she stood several times, there was no getting away from it, the bulge, though subtle, was always there. She did a little jump and felt things moving around… there wasn’t much visible motion, but she very much felt it.

She briefly wondered if she would be able to get out of the rest of the day. Then she thought about how her parents would react. They had to live the entire day as if it were normal, she could do it too.

Another look in the mirror. Jon had changed too. What did he look like? Were his boobs as big… the thought brought the image of busty Jon to mind, she felt her new parts respond, alongside her original ones, just a little. Slight stiffening, not an actual erection, but it was visible in the front of her pants. She banished the thought from her mind. She did not want to be walking around pitching a tent.

She waited, looking at herself. The semi pushing against the front of her pants unrestricted by underwear, it was just stiff enough to lift the fabric a bit and make itself more obvious. It felt very strange to Karyn. Seeing it. Feeling it. The sensations were a little familiar. A little like what she felt in her clit.. but bigger and a bit… more. It made her wonder what it was going to feel like to have a full hard-on… but she did not want to find that out here and now. She ran through some chemistry in her head, pulling organic chemical names out of her memory and visualising their shapes.

After another few minutes she no longer felt her new part pushing against her fly, so she started walking back to class, upon arriving she looked around as she entered, she was glad she was the only student in the class who had changed. Particularly that there were no guys that had changed. She really didn’t want to try to hide a boner.

The rest of the class she focused on the lesson far far more than she had at any time in the past week, more than she had in a long time. Though she avoided looking at the teacher.

She was dreading the walk to her next class. She knew from experience that there were a few girls with nice enough boobs to make her feel things, despite the fact that she wasn’t into girls… She found that the week of practice helped a lot, especially now that she was trying harder not to let herself look. She was constantly aware of her new parts, the way they moved as she walked, the slight rubbing against the fabric of her slacks. It wasn’t helping her state of mind.

Her second class presented a problem, not only did she have a seat next to a very busty girl, but on the other side of her sat a guy who had changed, and he too had a very nice set of boobs. They weren’t huge, but they were enough that when he walked in front of her to get to his desk, unsupported boobs bouncing around in his shirt, she felt that response again. Just a slight bit of extra blood flow and a little stiffness, she felt it in her original parts too, but her new one was far more distracting. The novelty made it much harder to ignore. Thankfully she didn’t need to move at any point during class, but she spent a lot of it staring at her notes.

She decided to skip lunch entirely, not willing to risk the cafeteria at all. She even hopped over the wall and sat there, looking at an empty lot. She did find herself wondering what it would feel like when she did let it happen. How would her penis look? Jon’s had been bigger than she expected, though she had no real sense of what counted as ‘big’ or ‘small’... What would hers be like?

The way she was sitting put pressure on that area; it felt strange. The fabric of her slacks pulled against her new balls and her penis. She couldn’t see anything past her boobs, and couldn’t move so she could without completely changing her position.

She resolved that she had to know once she got some time alone that night.

As she sat she realised she needed to use the bathroom. She stood and headed into the school, as she walked she had a little debate with herself. Should she attempt to pee standing up? What if she missed? She walked into the bathroom and into a stall. She found a bit of a mess. She wasn’t the only girl in the school who had changed. One of the others apparently did try standing and found it more difficult than expected.

Karyn stood looking at the situation for a moment. Her bladder reminded her she was there for an actual need. She decided she couldn’t make the situation much worse and undid the fly on her slacks, fiddled around a bit and pulled her new part out. She couldn’t see what she was doing past her boobs. So she leaned forward a bit and put her off hand on her chest to help hold her boobs close to it and squish them a bit. Eventually she found a position where she could see both herself and the toilet. She pointed it at the toilet and… for a moment she wasn’t sure what to do. She relaxed. That part was the same she felt the flow start. Felt it flow inside her, then it felt different she felt the slight warmth running along inside her new appendage. It shot out. In two directions, she started to panic and leaned over, to get closer hoping to get both streams into the bowl. As she did this they merged into one stream… that was still going off to one side. She adjusted her aim, eventually she got it into the bowl… just in time to start running out of pressure. She continued to adjust her aim, mostly successfully.

After she finished she stood there for a moment unsure of what to do next. Eventually she decided to dab off the tip with a tissue, as she would normally. She did so and tossed it into the toilet. She carefully zipped up her pants after putting herself away.

She would be sitting until she could ask Jon for instructions.

Her afternoon classes passed much like her morning ones, her time in the hallways occasionally seeing an attractive changed guy, and a little arousal, thinking about something else until it went away.

At the end of the day she went to the wall, curious about how Jon looked now. Worried she might find herself getting excited seeing him, particularly if he had the same bust he’d had previously. She was surprised to find that she arrived first. She waited.

Eventually she saw him coming, supporting his breasts with his left arm. He looked amazing, she noticed the widened hips, and his returned bust. She found herself surprised at liking both changes to his figure. She felt that arousal begin again, and almost jumped on him to pull him into a hug and kiss. Though not too tight, she didn’t want to get herself too… excited. The feeling of her boobs squishing against his was still enough to get her going a bit. She felt a little more stretch in her new anatomy, it pushed a little harder on her pants, she wondered, was this a full boner? She wasn’t sure, and with Jon in her arms there was no way to look. She did hold him for a while, trying to get used to doing so. Trying not to think sexy thoughts, or at least doing her best to try to move the feelings over to her old equipment. Eventually she did manage to get herself feeling aroused the way she was more used to.

Jon for his part through the entire embrace felt his female arousal quickly eclipse his male arousal levels. He even for a moment thought he felt her semi-erection touch him… and he felt a rush of wetness. He could even feel that his body was getting close to a “mode shift” into female mode. Something he didn’t know he “knew”. It seemed the change had been a little more helpful than he thought, though knowing he was close to it didn’t help him much with stopping it. Luckily Karyn released him and it helped him calm down.

“Hey Jon-boyfriend, what took you?”

He pointed at his chest with his free hand, “Lack of um support… er… could we head for the mall so I can fix that problem?”

“Uh sure.”

Karyn was thrilled that Jon had his boobs back, she felt very strange about how she felt about his new hip shape and his butt. His butt was nice before, but now it was astounding. He looked better overall to her than before, but still feeling this way about that shape felt strange.

Part of her was hoping to get a little show as he tried on bras… but the other part of her was very not ready to deal with having her first hard on in a public place.

As it turned out she needn't have worried. Much of the bra section had been picked clean, though not as badly as it could have been since most adults hadn’t had a chance to get there yet, still being at work, and only about 1 in 20 high school students had changed. Though even if the place had still been fully stocked they didn’t carry bras in Jon’s cup size, they only went up to DD. Apparently Jon would need to either order from a specialty store online or find one in town.

All they managed to find that would fit him at all was a sports bra, and that wasn’t a very good fit.

Karyn did pick up some men’s briefs that seemed like they might fit well enough to give her something to wear for the next week.

Jon slipped into a fitting room to put on his new bra after they both checked out.

As they walked they chatted a bit about the change.

“Hey, Jon-boyfriend? How do you feel about… well having boobs permanently?”

“I… hmm.” He thought for a moment, “I… well I guess I’m not… opposed to it… I know how much you liked them, it was pretty obvious. After today… I kinda feel good about them, despite the… discomfort, the way a lot of girls were looking at them… felt weird, but also… good? I dunno I’ve never seen a girl do a double take looking at me before and that happened twice today.”

“Double takes? Really? They are very nice boobs. I can’t say I don’t understand reacting that way. Though… I think I’m… used to liking boobs enough that I could probably… stop myself from being so obvious.”

“You think so? Even if I found something that showed lots of cleavage?”

“Cleavage is cheating.” She paused for a few seconds, “I have to admit, I’m… actually very happy your boobs are back… though… this isn’t really how I’d have wanted it to happen.”

“Yeah, I thought you might be.”

“Also… I… well it seemed unfair that… most people who had boobs… didn’t… like them… that way… I’m kinda glad that’s… changed.”

“Uh, huh.”

They were both quiet for a little while.

“Hey, uh Jon-boyfriend? How do you… um deal if… you get… um, that is if…”

“Hard at an… inopportune time?” Jon felt a little thrill of wetness, just at the thought of Karyn having a dick… and needing to hide…

“Yeah… that.”

“I… generally um adjust it to sit in the waistband of my underwear… or pants depending on uh… how full the…”

“Ah.”

“Makes it… less noticeable since it’s against your body.”

“How… do you adjust… without…”

“I dunno… quickly when you think no one’s looking… I don’t know how successful that is…”

Karyn thought for a moment. “AH! I… that’s… well I guess… how often did that happen around me?”

“Err… now that I think about it… a fair bit.”

“Hah! I thought guys just always wanted to touch themselves.”

Jon turned red.

“No problem Jon-boyfriend, I feel… complimented… now.”

“Got any questions for me about…”

“Uh… not yet… but I’m sure I’ll have some.”

“Well, ask anything… I’ll help in any way I can.” She paused for several seconds agian “Err… this weekend I… uh could use some… instruction on how to… um go standing.”

Jon giggled.

“HEY!”

“I’m not laughing at you… it’s just… well it’s a funny question… did you make a mess in a school bathroom?”

“I… It was a mess when I got there.”

“Ah.”

When they arrived at Jon’s house, Jon's mother was full of awkward questions and tried to insist on taking him out to shop for bras… until he explained they’d just come from doing that and come up almost empty-handed on ones that fit.

As they left and headed for Jon’s bedroom they heard her muttering about having no clue where those had come from.

They decided to get their homework done. Sitting back to back on Jon’s bed, as had become their habit. Eventually, Karyn headed home for dinner. Neither of them felt up to doing any sort of making out just yet, they both felt a need to… at least partially get to know themselves alone.

That evening, alone in her room Karyn was thinking about her new parts. She had her pants pulled down and her shirt off.

She was laying on her back, looking between her boobs at her dick. She touched it, poked her balls, held them. Gently squeezed one, then a little harder, quite suddenly it went from pressure to a lot of pain. Note to self, guys are not exaggerating how sensitive those are. She thought.

She started gently playing with her member. She felt the rush of blood, the warm feeling as it started to stiffen. She found herself thinking about Jon. His boobs. She used her other hand to start playing with one of her own boobs.

Her member started to grow, she watched. It slowly thickened, she could feel the slight pressure inside it, her skin stretching slightly. It slowly inflated itself, she watched it go up to what she thought was Jon’s size and keep going. She felt the skin on it stretch more. She imagined Jon was playing with it with his hands. That he was naked, that she could see him on his hands and knees above her, his boobs dangling from his chest, visible behind her growing penis. She saw it get noticeably larger than Jon’s, felt the warm pressure inside it. Her arousal continued to increase. Her amazement at the size of the thing sticking out of her grew along with it. When it stopped she felt it continue to increase in pressure, it felt taught, hard in her hand. It was almost painful itself.

She felt the “mode shift” happen, her vagina dropped off her awareness, all her accustomed sexual instincts disappeared. Subsumed under her new male ones. She felt all of her sexual arousal focus down onto her dick. She felt a building pressure inside her. A need.

It looked absurdly huge to her on her body. She stood, feeling it bounce around as she stepped and turned to look at herself in a mirror. It was definitely substantially bigger than Jon’s. Jon’s would look big on her. This looked massive. It felt so thick in her hand, it felt… thicker than a toilet paper tube. Pointing it up it reached past her belly button. She didn’t know it but she was well into the 99th percentile of both length and girth.

“Wow… I… damn. I’m so glad I didn’t get a hard-on at school… I… don’t think.. Jon’s suggestion would work for me… especially not if I have to sit down…”

Jon… In her mind she pulled him into a kiss again, felt her erection between his legs, as she moved her hips somewhere in the middle it touched his… new part. She felt warm wetness in her mind. She pulled the imaginary Jon along with her, back into the bed. She laid back. The imaginary Jon straddled her. Her hand went down to her shaft. The imaginary Jon grabbed it and helped guide it to his vagina. She imagined him moaning as it pushed against his entrance. She imagined him lowering himself, pushing her length into him. She started to stroke.

The imaginary Jon was bouncing up and down his boobs jiggling wildly. She was steadily stroking. She found it much easier to remain quiet. Her breathing was quickening, the new feeling of pressure inside her building, a growing need to release that pressure. The imaginary Jon moaned.

She was getting close, she was panting with the exertion. The pressure built and built. Then she felt a pulse, a twitch, a surge, as cum ran up inside her dick, a warm wave travelling along it. A second pulse before the first even finished. Semen shot out of her. She grunted. A third pulse. The pressure was releasing. A fourth pulse. A second shot.

She felt herself relax. She was done. It was so strange. She was done. She looked down at the mess she made. She felt her penis slowly start to soften.

It was alien. She had been at the height of arousal, then she came, it felt amazing, unlike anything she had felt before, but when it ended she was done. She was down. The arousal was gone. Things still felt good. Her dick still felt… very nice as it was releasing all the blood it had commandeered from the rest of her body, but unlike what she was used to she didn’t feel like she wanted more. It didn’t feel like she could do more. The afterglow was still there… but all her interest in sexual things was gone. She felt very silly for not planning what to do with her… load.

It felt strange now, she could tell her body was still very much in male mode. A little bit of info she hadn’t known she knew until she wondered about it told her she was likely to stay in male mode for at least a few hours, potentially even until the morning. It was a strange feeling. Her vagina was there, she could feel it, but it… didn’t feel like a sexual organ… or even much of anything, it was a little distant in her awareness, like her toes, not terribly important. She probed it. No stimulation, it just felt like touching skin, except for the location. Her penis, however, she was still quite aware of it. Even though she wasn’t turned on. Sensations from it felt vibrant. She felt in the back of her mind, a million little things, reflexes and desires. At the moment she was male. She wasn’t suddenly into women or anything like that, but… Picturing Jon with a hard-on felt weird. Thinking of herself doing… anything with her vagina felt… not quite wrong… but like not… the right thing right now. It was a subtle shift, but it was very much there, and she could feel it.

She had a thought. Would she fit in Jon? Her dick was huge, at least when it was hard, by now it was back to being soft and didn’t look too different from Jon’s.

Jon’s had felt like a lot inside her. Jon was taller than her… but still, the thing between her legs was… very substantial. As she cleaned herself up with Kleenex she had on a shelf near her bed left from the last time she’d had a cold, she fretted and worried that she was packing too much for Jon.

Jon was stepping into the shower. The water hit his breasts, he’d almost forgotten how nice that felt. Then he felt something else. Arousal. Female arousal. He let the water wash over him. He was alone now. Might as well just let it happen. He was curious what it felt like, and well he was hoping to make it easier to avoid getting worked up in his female parts tomorrow.

He started to play with his boobs, he felt his new female arousal grow, a little surge of warmth. He imagined Karyn had come up behind him and was feeling him up. His original parts had started to respond too, but the response from his new ones was faster and stronger.

The part of him that was female conjured up the idea that her erection poked him in the leg. The idea sent a surge of arousal to his female parts. He felt himself moan softly as he started to really imagine Karyn having a penis. He started to get wet. His body was already teetering on the edge of mode switching to female.

He thought about Karyn in front of him… her erection, just at his entrance. And it happened. His body mode switched. He moaned. He could feel all arousal drain from his penis as it rapidly softened and pulled inside him, his balls following. A wave of warm pleasure spread out from them, washing over him. He could feel it, he was in female mode. All his male sexual instincts vanished, no desire to penetrate, the sensations from his male parts felt indestinct, low priority. The idea of a penis on Karyn increased in appeal. A million tiny things, all made him feel physically, undeniably, female.

A stray thought hit his mind… what would it be like in his mouth… arousal. He pushed that away. That was too far for him right now. Feeling into a hard Karyn was one thing… but that was another. He couldn’t deny that part of him was into it now… but he could ignore it.

He let himself sit down in the tub. He continued to play with his boobs. He found himself moaning softly more and more. He had done so last time with Karyn… but this felt different. These were getting harder to hold back.

He imagined Karyn with him, imagined she was the one feeling him up. He let one hand move down. Between his legs, he spread them. He imagined this too was Karyn. His hand slid over where his male parts had gone, nothing, it felt much like touching his stomach on the way there.

His hand reached its destination. Out of curiosity more than pleasure-seeking he let one finger slip inside himself. It wasn’t much, a second joined it. That felt like something at least, he explored a bit, rubbing, sliding further in. His fingers were all the way in, down to the knuckle. He started rubbing, probing for the spot he had found on Karyn. His other hand came down, that one found his clit. He started gently working it. His moaning increased. He had to work to keep his volume down so that no one would hear him. Warm waves of pleasure spread out from his groin.

His fingers inside found their target. Again moans were forced out of him as he felt this new source of pleasure. He felt something begin to build, a tension. As he worked and enjoyed these new sensations the tension increased.

It built and built. He had to try harder and hard not to be too loud the more the tension built up.

Then release. He let out the most feminine sound his voice was able to make in the form of his climactic moan. He only barely managed to stop it from being a scream. He felt his vagina clamp down on his fingers as came. Waves of pleasure radiated through him, pushing their way all the way up to the top of his head. He felt his legs shake.

He started to come down. He felt the warm afterglow, though he also felt a sensation of emptiness down there. Part of him wanted to continue… but the water was starting to get cold. Besides… he could maybe go again in bed… and muffle himself with a pillow…

As he dried off he felt the arousal lower, down to a small little buzz, though he was left with an empty sensation, a desire. He could still feel himself firmly in female mode, even without the fact that all his male parts were still packed away inside him. One thing that surprised him after he had put on his pyjamas and started to walk to his room, was the way he walked, his hips swayed a little more. His walk was just a little feminine. One of the many little things being in female mode did to him.

He found himself thinking about Karyn… the fact that tomorrow night he’d be alone with her. His mind conjured up an image of Karyn on top of him in the tent, thrusting into him as he moaned… her boobs swinging with each thrust. He felt the wetness return between his legs. He would not be going to sleep right away tonight.

The next morning Karyn woke up feeling strange. She moved and felt… something waggle around down under her blankets. It came back to her, the change, what she’d been doing before going to sleep. That was morning wood, down there.

She had fallen asleep naked after finishing cleaning up. She flipped the blanket off herself, and looked down, seeing her new equipment standing tall and proud. She was amazed again at just how big it was. It felt very strange, having this thing down there. She hadn’t expected this. She didn’t feel turned on but it was rock-hard. What should she do? She wished Jon was here so she could… well her brain came up with two ways to finish that thought. One was to ask him, the other was to get his “help” with it.

She shook her head, no time for that kind of thought. She moved to sitting on the edge of the bed feeling her hard part moving around as she did. She stood, feeling it bounce up and down. There was more weight in it than she was expecting, it was noticeably heavier than when it was soft, not a lot, but noticeable. She reached down and held it in one hand, fingers wrapped around it. It stunned her how little her thumb overlapped her index finger. She let go of herself and walked across the room to grab her pyjamas so she would have something on to walk to the bathroom for her shower. Pulling up the pants her hard-on did get caught in the waistband and sat along her tummy, it stuck up above the band a fair bit. She threw on the shirt and with the way it hung off her boobs it would cover things well enough.

Still, she moved quickly.

When she arrived she went to the toilet as is her morning habit… then remembered. She would not be able to sit down, there was no way she was getting remotely comfortable with her hard penis pointed into the bowl while sitting. She tried aiming while standing and found it really didn’t want to point down far enough. Trying to force it hurt.

She stopped to think. She thought maybe she could ask Jon how he dealt with this situation, but she hadn’t brought her phone and she wasn’t going to walk back to her room. She paced a bit, feeling her hard-on bounce with each step, and caught sight of herself in the mirror. From the side, it was very apparent just how big her new part was. It stuck out in front of her almost twice as far as her boobs! She was again filled with concern that it might be too big for Jon. They could always just stick to their original parts… but well with having separate libidos for each part they would both be unhappy…

She’d have to talk to Jon about that before they arrived at the campsite. She was nervous. She ran through scenarios in her head. How could she bring this up?

After a little while, she wasn’t sure how long, she realised that her pyjama pants didn’t feel so tight anymore, and she looked back at her reflection. Her erection was mostly gone, there was still a very obvious bulge… but it was also obvious she’d be able to aim it down…

Then she remembered the day before at school and the mess she’d made, she didn’t want to clean up… she could sit… but if she didn’t practice…

She resolved to go in the shower and do her best to hit the drain. Target practice.

Jon arrived at the school. Walking to his first class he noticed it was a little less obvious today which girls had already hermaphrodated, he assumed because they bought some new underwear… and there were noticeably more skirts and dresses being worn today, especially among teachers. Though thinking about the reason they needed those things trigger a little thrill of arousal in his own new parts.

He also noticed a change in the guys, those with bigger busts were like him noticeably now wearing bras of some kind. He was a little jealous of the ones who had managed to find a proper bra that actually fit. His cheap sports bra was strictly better than nothing, but he also knew from his previous temporary experience that a proper one was much better. What he found interesting was how many of those who had developed smaller busts were still not wearing one, as made obvious by their nipples showing through their shirts.

It was only really possible to notice these things while walking through the hall, and only really in places that were mostly students his age, anywhere else and about 5% of people his age just wasn’t enough to notice much.

Though with all the teachers being old enough to have guaranteed a change to them, he noticed differences between them and the students. Male teachers almost universally were wearing less formal shirts than normal, he guessed that had to do with wanting something that had a bit more stretch to make room for their new boobs.

All of this he noticed over the course of the school day. It went mostly like the previous day, but without so much back and breast pain. One thing that stayed the same that Jon was not expecting was how often he felt his new female arousal and how strongly. He’d expected that what he had done the previous night would have taken the edge off, like it did with his original equipment

He wondered why it was so different, why he was so easily turned on with his new parts. A “memory” surfaced, not really a memory, but another little helpful piece of knowledge from the information dump, not all of it had been surfaced in his mind right away, some of it had been just placed there until he needed it. This time it was simply that he just had a substantially higher female libido than his original male libido, this was just what his body was like.

Jon wasn’t sure how he felt about this information.

He found himself brooding over this at lunchtime, again hiding from the school on the outside of the wall. Thinking about his body he could feel the difference, sure he was still feeling all the things his male side libido would make him feel, but the female side was louder. He would always be more easily turned on with his new female parts. What did this mean for him and Karyn? He was going camping with her tonight. Was he ready for being alone in such a confined space with her while dealing with a new unfamiliar libido pushing him? He wasn’t used to being this horny just existing, and the fact that he was horny in a way that was new too…

He wasn’t going to back out of the trip, but he also knew that with the way he was, he’d likely end up in female mode very easily… would Karyn be OK with that? Would he? Would they stop? Keep going? He wasn’t sure which he would want.

Karyn was packing the last few items for their trip after school. She ran through the list of bathroom items in her head. Then a thought occurred to her. Jon almost certainly didn’t know anything about his new cycle… She packed a box of tampons, just in case. Intending to give them to him if he needed them over the weekend or not.

Karyn had been relieved to get home and start packing. She had been terrified she’d get a hard-on at school, that’d be embarrassing but something she could deal with, if it weren’t for the size, she did not want anyone but Jon to know what was in her pants, in much the same way she preferred most people to only see her with her figure obscured by a baggy sweater. Avoiding that outcome did mean she spent a lot less time daydreaming about boobs than she had the previous week, and she did miss doing that.

She grabbed her bag of mostly clothes and headed to the door to wait for Jon, who should be arriving in the old car he shared with Zoe. They weren’t allowed to use it for short distances to keep them walking. This trip very much counted as not a short distance though. Jon’s mom had insisted on packing all their food for the trip and so Karyn only had a small bag of her own things, clothes, some novels and the homework she’d need to do.

She went outside and sat on the stair up to her front door and waited. She wasn’t waiting long.

Jon pulled up, she could see the cooler in the back seat, Jon’s own bag of clothes, the tent and equipment must be in the trunk. She jogged up and around to the passenger side. She’d heard the doors unlock as she approached, once she opened the door she tossed her back into the back seat next to Jon’s and sat down.

“All ready?”

“Yup, let’s go Jon-boyfriend, it’s a long drive.”

Karyn was nervous, there was a conversation she knew she needed to have before they arrived. She needed to talk to Jon about what she had in her pants, it didn’t seem fair to surprise him. She’d have wanted to be told if Jon’s penis was as big as hers before they actually got to the point that she was seeing it.

They chatted as they drove, Jon picked up on Karyn’s nervousness but wasn’t sure what it was about. He was nervous too, about his female side, that he would get turned on enough to mode shift. That she wouldn’t want someone whose body would put their partner in the male role most of the time. He was becoming sure that it would take special effort to get him into male mode before his female arousal pushed him the other way.

As they drove along a country road, some woods on one side, a farm field on the other, there was a lull in the conversation. For a while, Karyn just looked out the window at the ploughed field and Jon drove.

“Hey, uh Jon-boyfriend… I… uh need to tell you something.”

Jon was worried, what could she need to tell him that involved as much nervousness as she had been displaying?

“I… OK. What is it?”

She took a deep breath. “I… havareallybigdick.”

“You… what? Slower please.” Jon wasn’t quite sure what she had said… all he’d gotten for sure was it was to do with her penis. “I… you’re nervous about this I can tell, let’s pull over so I can give you my attention.”

Jon signalled and slowed, pulling onto the shoulder, once the car was stopped and out of gear he turned to Karyn.

“I… have um a really big dick…” She was on the verge of shaking to get this out.

Jon immediately felt a lot of things. Female arousal was a big one. A little part of his brain told him he liked that, a lot. Another part of him that had been around a lot longer felt very strange about it. That she was telling him this, like this, meant hers was substantially larger than his. He felt weird about that. A little… sad? Not quite right. Something, but part of him wasn’t happy Karyn had a bigger dick than him. Though at the moment with his body reacting the part that was very happy to hear it was much louder.

His eyes went to her lap. He couldn’t help but imagine a substantial tenting there, his female arousal increased. He felt it growing. He knew he was getting close to turned on enough to mode switch. He did not feel ready to do that this close to Karyn, close enough to trigger her body to go the other way.

“I need a minute, I’ll be right back.”

Jon stepped out of the car, he walked up the road a bit, taking deep breaths, trying to calm down. He did some math problems in his head. After a few minutes he turned and was about to walk back to the car, but he saw Karyn’s face. She was crying, obviously incredibly upset. He realised what she must have thought. That he didn’t want her. He ran as fast as he could back to the car.

He didn’t bother to get in properly, just leaned his head in.

“Karyn I’m so sorry, it’s… not what you think… I… still want you and love you.” He was on his knees on the driver's seat, trying to lean over to give Karyn a hug at this point. “I… just… my new… parts are… uhm… well I have I very high… that is it’s uh really easy to get my new parts uhm going. I… needed a minute to calm down… I thought I’d… uhm go into… uh girl mode.”

At this point Jon’s arms were around Karyn in the world's most awkward hug, his head was to the right of hers. She started to calm down. Her brain was still at “I’m so sorry it’s not what you think” she hadn’t yet processed the rest. She took a few breaths to calm herself. Then she figured out what the jumbled mess of words Jon had spewed at her meant. He’d gotten so turned on just from that… that he had to go calm down.

“I… you… what? I’m OK, Jon you can let go now, that doesn’t seem like a pleasant position to be in.” Her face was still wet and her voice still uneven, but she meant it. It would take her a few more minutes to calm down but Jon had not rejected her, and so she would be alright.

“I’m sorry.” He said awkwardly trying to get into a seated position, the steering wheel very much getting in his way. “I… didn’t think how you’d react to me just leaving… I uh… didn’t want to… uh go girl so close to you…”

Karyn was confused, they had a fair bit of day left, just because he mode switched now didn’t mean they’d be doing anything that way. “Why not?”

“I… well I… was worried you… might not like… it if I’m going into girl mode all the time…”

“Jon I want you… not your dick… well I mean… sometimes I’m going to want that too… but what I want most is just to be with you.”

Jon took a breath, closed his eyes for a moment, both parts of him were turned on at this point, but his female side was still much more easily pushed higher. He calmed himself. He wasn’t going to run away again. She said it was fine. If they spent the rest of the drive with him in female mode and her in male, so be it. He felt a lot of other emotions too, relief, love, joy.

“I… want to be with you too…”

“So you’re OK with uhm… my…”

“Well… I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t part of me that… excited by the idea that yours is bigger…”

“Uhm much bigger”

“Really?” He felt a little surge of warmth and wetness in his vagina. “Err. Anyway, I can deal with that.”

“I’m… still worried… it won’t fit… it’s uhm very thick… Like I really don’t want yours to be as big… you’ve got plenty for me…”

That soothed his bruised male ego, a bit… and also gave him a little thrill of male arousal. “I… don’t think we have to worry about… things fitting… I think the part about ‘taking couples into account’ would… uhm make sure we’re compatible.”

Karyn wasn’t so sure… but it did make her a little less concerned.

Jon pulled the car door closed and buckled back up, and pulled away.

“So Jon-boyfriend… you’re… uhm a horny girl?” She said with a slightly joking tone. “How…”

“Hair trigger. Think about a girl having… new parts and sploosh.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah. It’s enough to be annoying at school. I… uh… tried things out… last night… I was kinda hoping today would be easier than yesterday… it wasn’t really. I wasn’t exaggerating when I said I was on the edge of… full female mode when I left the car.”

“Oh… so if you saw it…”

“Probably instant switch… even if it weren’t… you know… uh big”

“Ah… maybe it’ll get a bit easier to… uhm control once you’re used to it…”

“Oh, it probably will… It’s… well I have a lot more sex thoughts… I… I can’t even use the word ‘hard’ without thinking about… y’know… it’s like my female baseline is my most pent-up male level…. but…”

“That doesn’t change this weekend?”

“Yeah…”

“I… I’m actually OK with that. If you are. Uh… provided it fits.”

Jon thought for a few minutes while he drove. He remembered the empty feeling he’d been left with the night before after fooling around with his new parts. He was sure having Karyn inside him wouldn’t leave him any room to feel empty. This line of thought was leading to a lot of warmth and wetness between his legs, he pushed on. He did manage to hold back from getting too turned on. Would he be OK with that arrangement? His new female libido was very much in favour of yes, but… How would the rest of him feel?

He hadn’t been left with any feelings of emasculation after last night, he didn’t find himself hating the idea of his female arousal. He had basically accepted it as part of him now, which sort of surprised him. He still wasn’t sure he felt ready for anything his mind might come up with to do with Karyn while he was in female mode and she was in male mode. There were in fact many things he probably wouldn’t be comfortable doing that way around for a while. But… just sex and making out… he could do that. Part of him was even hoping it took some effort to get her penis into him… he pushed that thought down. A little late. He felt the switch coming on.

He gasped slightly as it happened, the slight male arousal he’d been feeling vanished all at once, he could feel his male organs pulling themselves into his body to get out of the way. He felt all kinds of little things happening in his head, little urges changing. At the end of it, he was left feeling almost the same, but a lot of tiny things added up to give it a feel. Not just physically. There were little things about how he felt his body move. Like the previous night when he’d felt himself sway his hips more, there were lots of those. Just instinctual things that were slightly feminine now.

Karyn too felt it, she too let out a little gasp as it happened, she wasn’t especially turned on… but still, she felt everything about the purely female part of her desires vanish from her mind, a big part of her re-focused on her male anatomy. The other little changes in her head. She also felt a thrill of male arousal. A slight stiffening, not much growth, but a little extra blood flowed. Karyn noticed the distinct male feeling she had experienced the previous night.

“OH! Jon-boyfriend, you overthought things a bit…”

“Uh… sorry.”

“It’s OK, I told you it’s OK.”

“I… suppose it is… I… well I guess I’m OK with… being the girlfriend for tonight. At least… in one way.”

“Oh maybe for now I should be calling you Jon-girlfriend!” Karyn laughed a little. So did Jon, it eased the tension that had built up and made them both feel much better.

They had taken a slight detour to get dinner at a drive-through. Jon had just parked the car, and Karyn was passing him his burger.

“Here’s your Jon-boyfriend Burger…”

“Thanks.”

Karyn took a bite of her own hamburger and got a thoughtful look. After she swallowed she said, “Hey, we never wished to know what caused… uh… my pants python.”

Jon nearly gagged. He felt a rush of arousal. His body was still in female mode and Karyn’s in male. “Er… very… evocative imagery there…”

Karyn grinned at him. She had noticed that mentioning her size had an effect on him while they were driving and had been thinking up ways to tease him for much of the drive.

“Mmmmhmmm...”

“We could, you know, I brought the stone… I didn’t feel comfortable leaving it in my room all weekend. Mikey might find it… He snoops sometimes. We’re already out of range, I think, so if he found it… who knows what weirdness we’d come back to.”

“Oh! Yeah… that’d be bad. Interesting, but bad. Where is it?”

“I put it in the glove box.”

Karyn opened the glove box and pulled out the stone’s box. She opened it, placed it on the centre armrest, and touched the stone.

“I wish Jon and I knew what caused the worldwide change yesterday.”

She took her hand off the stone and pulled her hand away just before the stone flashed.

The knowledge filled their minds. From Karyn holding the stone Wednesday evening and wanting things… to a simplified version of what the stone did to satisfy that desire.

“Oh God… I… I did do it… I wanted… you to have boobs again… and it did this!”

“I… It… activated on its own!”

“Because I wanted… those…” Karyn nodded toward Jon’s chest. She felt guilty. She wanted everyone to have boobs—but she would never have actually wished for it. She knew it wasn’t going to be fun for everyone, and this was even more!

They were both silent for a while.

“It’s not your fault… you didn’t know this could happen.”

“I… you’re right. We should eat before our food gets cold.”

They started eating again, staying quiet; Karyn was still beating herself up in her head.

After he was more than halfway through his burger a horrible thought occurred to Jon. “Oh… I… oh no…”

“What?” Karyn nearly jumped out of her skin, she was on edge from her guilt.

“I… well when I first got the stone… I held it a lot before I showed it to you… what if… what if… you didn’t actually like me before… what if that’s just… the stone doing it because I wanted… and I didn’t even know…”

Karyn wasn’t sure how to respond. Her feelings for Jon seemed real to her… but then, they would, wouldn’t they. There was nothing she could say that would refute the possibility that those feelings hadn’t existed before spring break. She knew how she felt now: that dating Jon had been the best thing that had happened to her. There was only one way to know.

“Well… you could find out.” She gestured to the stone in its open box on the armrest.

Jon stared at it. He was terrified of it now. That it could just on its own decide to do something. Did he even want to know? What if his horrible suspicion was right? Could he live with that?

“Jon… I… don’t care if it’s because of the stone, I love you now. I don’t want to change that. Promise me… even if it’s the stone’s doing, you won’t try to undo it?”

“I… don’t know if I can make that promise. I… wouldn’t ever consider doing anything without talking to you first. I don’t know… if I want to use it… at all. But I… have to know.”

He looked down at the stone in its box, took a deep breath, reached out and touched it.

“I wish to know all the times that I caused the stone to self-activate and what effect it had in response.” He removed his finger the instant he finished speaking.

The stone flashed. Karyn stared at Jon. She was terrified of what might happen next, that she might lose Jon.

“Why… didn’t you include me?”

She saw his face change into a difficult-to-read expression. Obviously he was trying to control his face.

“I… Sorry, I wasn’t thinking. I… Your feelings are real… the stone just gave you a push… to… make that five honest answers wish…”

“I see.” She could tell something was still bothering him. She frowned. “Are you OK? Did it do something else?”

“I’m… fine.” He paused for a moment. “That was the only time it activated… Let’s finish eating.”

They sat and ate quietly, finishing after a few more minutes. Karyn spent much of it looking out the window, still feeling guilty about causing the change.

Afterwards she turned to Jon cleaning up the trash, putting everything into the original bag. She noticed Jon was still looking very closed-off.

“Hey, Jon… Are you sure you’re OK?”

“Huh… yeah, I’m… a bit rattled by… the self-activating thing still…”

“Want me to drive the rest of the way?”

“I… Sure.”

“OK, I’ll take over, just a sec I gotta use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” She took the bag of trash with her and threw it out on her way in.

She headed into the restaurant, she worried about Jon as she walked, looking around for the washroom. She headed into the women’s room. She picked a stall and walked in. She found a bit of a mess. It looked like at least one woman had tried out going standing up, unsuccessfully. She sighed; at least she didn’t need to sit.

She managed not to make the mess any worse while she did her business. It was still a strange experience. Especially so with her body in male mode. It felt so different to be holding and aiming like that. She wiped the tip with a little bit of toilet paper and pulled up her briefs and pants.

Karyn got back to the car and found Jon in the passenger seat, putting the stone back into the glovebox. She pulled the driver’s side door open and sat down. She looked over at Jon, still withdrawn and tense.

“So… ready to go?”

“Yeah.”

She sighed internally and started pulling out of the parking spot.

After a relatively quiet hour of driving, they arrived at the campsite. As they had been hoping, there was no one else there. Jon set up the tent while Karyn got some other things set; Jon’s mother had given them something that Karyn had initially assumed was a hammock, but it was, in fact, a net for holding their cooler so they could hang it from a tree. Karyn went about getting out anything that wasn’t going in the tent and arranging it around the campsite. They had just finished getting the sleeping bags into the tent and were both inside it, sitting.

Jon’s mood had not improved, and Karyn was getting worried about him. She had been trying to figure out what could possibly be bothering him this much still. It seemed unlikely that it was actually the stone’s self activation alone, at least as long as he’d told her the truth. Had he lied to her about her feelings not being a result of the stone? Why would he do that? She'd been pretty clear that she didn’t want to undo such a change… and if he intended to, it didn't make sense to lie to her. What could it be?

“Jon, talk to me. Something is bothering you. A lot. Tell me. We’re in a relationship… we need to be able to talk. Moreover, I’m your friend. I care. Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

He stopped. Looked down. Sighed.

“I…” he paused, obviously having difficulty expressing whatever it was, “I… left some things out about… what… the stone did…”

“About me?”

“Errr… well, not anything it did to you…”

“What then?” Karyn kept her tone as gentle as she could.

“Me. I… When I was holding it… I wanted a girlfriend, a relationship that would last. I… didn’t have you in mind in particular… I just wanted someone. I… didn’t wish because it seemed wrong… but… the stone decided it would grant it.”

“So… It made me…”

“No. You already liked me… I told you the truth. That’s why it picked you. It gave me a crush on you.”

Karyn’s eyes went wide. The possibility that the stone had done anything to Jon had never crossed her mind.

“I… my feelings are the ones that aren’t real”

“You’re feeling them aren’t you? That’s real enough.”

“I…” he sighed “doesn’t it bother you that… well what about…” He stopped to collect himself. “Doesn’t it bother you that they’re stone made? The original me being forced to feel something”

“Jon, there’s only one you that matters to me, the one in this tent.”

“I…” he sighed again, “I have another confession. I made a wish while you were in the restaurant.”

“WHAT‽”

“I didn’t change anything… just to know…”

“To know?”

“What the original me would have felt if you… confessed to him.”

“Ah, err, what would he feel?”

“Flattered. Uh… a lot of things… He’d… want to be able to feel the same… worry about hurting you… I… the stone told me and still don’t fully understand.”

“Would you have… said yes?”

“... Maybe.”

“I… what exactly did the stone do?”

“I… I’m not sure? It… made me have… enough feelings to say yes to your question… about… romantic feelings.”

“And?”

“What and?”

“Well… how did you feel before?”

“I… well, I cared about you, a lot, obviously… just as much… but as a friend. It added the romantic desire.”

“Jon.” She held his shoulders and looked directly into his eyes. “You said it yourself: the original version of you would have wanted to feel that way. Have you enjoyed the past week and a half? For me, it’s been the best thing to happen to me. I… How some hypothetical version of you would feel at this point… just isn’t important to me. All that matters is how the Jon I’m sitting with feels. This is bothering you a lot. I can tell. The original you cared just as much. Would he hate this? Hell are you even sure if he said yes anything would have been different? I’d have stopped if you said ‘no’. Are you even sure it did anything other than make you say yes? As far as I’m concerned, your feelings are as real as you. As real as your boobs. You’re feeling them. Even if the stone made them, they're still both real.”

“I… guess?”

“Are you going to undo it? You probably can, it wasn’t technically a wish…”

“I… don’t know.”

“If… you do… do you think… you’d break up?”

“I… don’t think so… I think… he’d at least try.”

“I… look if it’s still bothering you in the morning let’s… try undoing it until midnight… and see how you feel?”

“Why… temporary?”

“If… it’s not you can’t… redo it.”

“Ah…”

“Look, let’s… drop it for now… and try to relax.”

“OK… hand me that other bag… are we still… going to zip them together?”

“Up to you… I… want to…”

Jon struggled a bit to get them started, but eventually got the two sleeping bags zipped together to form one double-sized bag.

“Can you step out for a minute so I can spread this?”

“Sure.”

Karyn crawled out of the tent’s door and stood, stretching for a moment.

“OK, come on back in.”

She got back down, Jon was in the bag, holding a book in one hand and holding the sleeping bag open with the other. She crawled in and got herself into the bag with Jon.

“We should probably just get ready to sleep, I’ll close the tent once I’m in.”

“I… sure… I, uh, didn’t bring anything to wear to sleep… I… wasn’t thinking I’d find something like that out…”

Karyn smiled “Me neither, Jon-boyfriend.” She was in the bag up to her hips and the tent was zipped closed behind her. She pulled her shirt off, unhooked her bra, and undid her pants, shimmying them down her legs under the bag she tossed all her clothes to the far end of the tent before sliding into the bag. Then smiled at Jon. “We’ll see how we each feel. I’m fine being naked with you… if anything’s going to happen or not.”

Jon felt a thrill of arousal. His body was still in female mode, so it was all female. He couldn’t not share the tent, and… Well, whatever happens, happens. He started by undoing his pants without getting out of the sleeping bag. Lifting his butt to get them started down his legs, he just kicked them the rest of the way off. He sat up slightly, still just his head sticking out of the sleeping bag to pull his shirt off. When it came to his bra he couldn’t quite get at everything without getting out… He didn’t want to, and it was already getting a bit chilly. He rolled onto his side, back to Karyn.

“Hey… uh… could you undo my…”

“Oh… Sure thing.”

He felt the hooks on his bra release and his boobs shift as their external support vanished. He got the bra the rest of the way off and tossed it down to where Karyn’s clothes were.

They lay there for a few minutes, quietly Jon tried reading his book.

“Hey, uh Jon… how are you feeling?”

“I… don’t know… It’s a lot.”

“Want a hug? Just… a hug from your friend…”

“I…” It hit Jon, that yes, that was what he needed. “Oh, God YES!” He rolled back to face her.

Karyn rolled over and maneuvered closer to him. She put her arms around him and pulled him tight to her.

She felt him relax a bit. They both felt their boobs squish into the other’s. For a while, the hug stayed purely comforting.

Karyn was doing her best to hold back arousal. She really did just want to help Jon feel better, but as any guy could tell her, penises didn’t know when it wasn’t appropriate for them to respond, and already being in male mode, she couldn’t even try to push her thoughts in a female direction. She felt herself rapidly getting hard. Her tip pushed against Jon’s belly.

Jon had been feeling his own arousal and had done his best to ignore it, but when he felt Karyn’s erection against him, he couldn’t ignore it anymore. He considered breaking the embrace, but the emotional closeness was helping him more than he cared to admit, and his female libido was very much enjoying the sensation.

“I… I’m sorry about the…”

“Don’t worry about it… I know they have a mind of their own…”

“I love you, Jon, I… just wanted to be here for you.”

“It’s OK. Really.”

He could feel himself getting more and more turned on. He didn’t want to break the embrace, it really was helping his emotional state… but at the same time, it was impossible to ignore the sensation of Karyn’s erection poking him. He was very aware of how much his new sexual preferences involved liking that particular part of her… and since she had mentioned its size, he’d become aware that he was very into how big her’s was. He was also feeling her breasts pressed against his own, this too was a turn-on for him, he could feel the size of her bust. All of this combined with the awareness that they were both naked was adding up to a very arousing situation. He very much understood why she was turned on enough to poke him… the arousal was also getting strong enough to push down some of his feelings.

He shifted one of his hands behind her head and gently pulled her face towards his, she responded by just letting him. They kissed. After a moment the kiss broke.

“Are… you feeling better then?”

“I… not… totally… but… well, being naked in a tent alone with a beautiful woman… makes it hard to stay… angsty.”

Karyn grinned at him. “Yeah… A snuggle with a hot guy is pretty hard to not cause things too. It’s pretty easy to forget to feel guilty about… the world when… well.”

Karyn calling him hot caused another surge in his arousal level. He felt not just wet, but a little bit of fluid actually dripping out of him onto his inner thigh. He felt a need building, a sensation of emptiness inside him, and the means to alleviate it were poking him in the tummy.

He kissed her again. Afterwards, he pulled his head back a bit and said, “Let’s… try to forget what’s bothering both of us for now and enjoy the moment.”

“Oh! You won’t get any objections from me on that front Jon-boyfriend, or—for the night—girl!”

“I…”

“I bet someone’s curious what exactly is poking them,” Karyn grinned at him, “wanna see it? You certainly seemed interested while we were driving.”

Jon felt it: the part of him that was female now very much was interested in seeing Karyn’s new equipment. It felt very strange to want to see a penis… to like the idea of looking at one, in much the same way that he liked looking at boobs. “I… I’m… interested.”

She grinned at him. She rolled so that she was on her hands and knees above him and crawled forward a bit. She shimmed and lifted her body up so she was sitting straight, her dick mostly between Jon’s boobs. The sleeping bag was pushed open by her back.

Jon stared down between his boobs at Karyn’s dick. It was mesmerizing, the size of it. He couldn’t believe how big it was. He felt his arousal go even higher; he was more aroused now than he ever had been even before the change. He felt himself practically gushing out of his vagina it was a strange, new feeling. Part of him wanted to play with Karyn’s dick, another wanted to suck it… he tried to ignore that part. He also desperately wanted it inside him, to fill him up, to take away the emptiness between his legs. He needed to be filled.

“Holy crap! It’s massive! You weren’t kidding!” He brought a hand up and wrapped it around her dick… the feeling of it filling his hand… It felt as good as playing with her boobs. The soft surface, the hardness beneath. He had felt his own… but this was different… noticeably thicker, and just… the fact that it wasn’t his… The size of the entire thing, his hand was against her body on one side and his boobs on the other and still her tip was most of the way to the top of his boobs. The feeling of need and emptiness intensified.

“Yeah… Would I lie to you, Jon-girl?” She grinned at him.

For some reason, her calling him that turned him on too. “God I… can’t believe… I… like big…” he exhaled, “I want you… inside…”

“Mmmm I bet you do… how do you… want to do this? I… well it’s so big, we’ll have to go slow to uh have a chance of getting it in… and well if you’re on top… you can control…”

Karyn’s words about having to go slow went right to his arousal, but as she started talking about him being on top, he was shocked to find he did not want that. He wanted her to take him.

“I…” his eyes went back and forth from her face to her dick, his arousal pushed him to say it, “I… want you to…” his voice got quiet, “take me… to fuck me.” The last part said softer with each word.

Karyn was shocked to hear him say that, but her male libido loved it. She felt her penis twitch. A bead of pre-cum formed on the tip.

“I… OK, I’ll take you,” She paused for a moment, “I’ll uh… God Jon, I don’t know what to say.”

He smiled weakly up at her.

“Me neither… I… God, I feel so weird.”

She dropped back to having her arms support her and crawled backwards, one hand pulling the sleeping bag over her shoulder. Once she was more lined up with him, she repositioned so she could get both her hands on him. She started feeling him up with one hand and let her other slowly run down his body, down to his crotch. It felt strange slipping over where his male parts were; she could still feel them as her fingers passed over, the tip of his penis sitting nearly flush with his body, the skin just below that a little loose, his scrotum pulled against him and empty. Near that she found what she was looking for—his new female parts— and slipped a couple of fingers inside.

By this time Jon was moaning, his voice was still masculine, but the character of the sounds he was making was decidedly not. They weren’t the soft moans that Karyn would be making in his position; they were loud. He could feel them pushing their way out of him, he let them. One of his hands had started working the breast Karyn didn’t have a free hand for. As he felt Karyn’s fingers slip into him he gasped and moaned harder. Her thumb found his clit and started making little gentle circles on it. Between how aroused he was, the sensations from his incredibly sensitive breasts and what Karyn was doing down below, he felt a rapid build-up. A warm wave in his body. Building and building. Then he felt it release and was over him. His moans became a scream as he came hard. He felt his vagina clamp down on Karyn’s fingers, his legs shook, his free hand grasped the sleeping bag as tightly as it could. For nearly a minute he felt the waves wash over him, pleasure filling his entire body.

He started coming down and felt Karyn’s fingers come out of him, and a few seconds later he was able to speak again.

“Oh my God, Karyn… I… ” He still felt the emptiness between his legs, he still felt a longing to be filled, he was still turned on. “I…”

“Ladies always cum first!” Karyn grinned at him.

At some point, she had managed to move; she was now kneeling, her lower body between his spread legs, supporting her upper body on her arms. More time must have passed after she took her fingers out of him than he had thought.

“Uh… could you… guide me in? If… you’re ready?”

“Oh fuck, Karyn am I ever ready. Take me now.” Jon was beyond feeling awkward about what he wanted in that moment, his body was demanding that he get Karyn moving.

He reached down, and found her erection, again holding it in his hand. The feeling was amazing. The female part of him absolutely loved it. The size, and hardness. The fact that he was helping her line up to push it inside him…

She started moving, lowering herself, and moving forward. It took a little bit of moving around to get herself in the right position. Jon’s hand on her dick was doing things to her mind, combined with how much he obviously wanted her. She could feel her male urges pushing her to thrust.

At last, they found a position that was going to work. The head of Karyn’s penis was pushed against Jon’s vulva. Jon could feel himself desperately wanting her to push, he found himself wiggling his hips up and down, but all that did was rub her tip along his labia, teasing him more.

Karyn took a deep breath, “OK Jon-girlfriend. I’m going to…” She started pushing forward, slowly. The tip parted his labia, found his entrance and started to stretch him.

A low moan forced its way out of Jon, long and drawn out, as he felt himself slowly stretch to accommodate the size. Suddenly he felt a change, the head was all the way in, his outermost parts slid down to the slightly narrower area just past it.

Karyn was fighting the urge to just thrust hard and fast. The sensations were incredible, Jon was so wet, and she was sliding in far more easily than she expected. She could feel herself panting, not from exertion, but just from arousal.

Karny continued to slowly push in, Jon already felt like it was massive, and as more of her length went in he felt the girth grow. He knew how big it was in his hand, but it felt much bigger inside him like she was pushing a baseball bat into him.

“OOOOH God Karyn I… it’s so big.”

She was right about the need to go slow at first. Jon could sense every little bit that went in the extra girth as he got closer to the base was just on the edge of hurting, but he loved it, the feeling that he could only just barely take her in. He was still holding her, near the base, and she had gone in far enough that his hand was touching him and he had to move it, this was a bit less than half her length inside him. He was still amazed at the contrast in how he perceived the size between his hand and vaginal opening. He let go and let his hand fall to his side, palm against the sleeping bag underneath him.

As Karyn kept slowly pushing herself inside him, he found himself gripping the cloth underneath him with both hands, moaning with every inch. He could feel another orgasm building just from the idea of how big she was and that it was all he could take. He felt his hips start to buck reflexively, changing Karyn’s angle as she moved; he could feel her inside him pushing against different parts as he moved.

“Almost there, Jon!”

Jon’s breathing was heavy, his moaning intensified. He could feel the orgasm getting closer and closer, it felt quite different than the first one. A little more of her went into him and he went over the edge. Again he felt himself almost scream as he came. He felt himself squeezing Karyn’s penis, flexing, pusling.

She bottomed out just between his first two contractions. She pushed against him and held herself tight to him as he squeezed her. She was holding herself back, every fibre of her wanted to just start thrusting in and out as hard as she could.

As Jon started coming down from this second orgasm, he felt his vagina relax; Karyn’s size was still a lot, but as he relaxed more, it felt more comfortable. Right up until he had started to cum, she was at the very limit of how big a thing he felt he could ever take; now, it was still very tight down there but he didn’t feel like she was going to split him in half anymore. The fullness was incredible, he’d never felt anything like it, especially while he was cumming.

“Uhhh, God Karyn, I just… want to keep you there.” He looked down; her face was just above his breasts, and she was looking at him.

Karyn had been watching his face as he came, enjoying the look of pleasure on it, the sensation of him clamping down tight on her member. “Oh, I think you’ll like the next part… how do you feel… It didn’t hurt at all, did it?”

“Huh, almost, I…Uhhh” he moaned as Karyn moved slightly, “Mmmm, it’s a—uh—little easier now… I, uh, think I relaxed a bit…”

“Good…” She held still for a few seconds. “Ready?”

“I… yeah.”

“Oh? For what?” She grinned at him. “What do you want me to do?”

“Fuck me,” Jon asked very softly.

“What was that?”

“Fuck me,” he said again softly.

“Are you sure, you don’t sound very sure?”

“God yes, Karyn, just do me!”

“There we go!”

She started withdrawing, slowly, though not as slowly as she had gone in. She got about three-quarters of her length out and started pushing back in.

Jon again found himself moaning as she moved, back and forth, in and out. Karyn started speeding up. Jon bucked his hips in time with her; soon they had a nice rhythm going. Jon found that although this felt amazing—and very satisfying—it didn’t build to an orgasm, it seemed his female parts didn’t get off purely from penetration. He was fine with this; he’d already cum, twice and this still felt fantastic. It was satisfying a need he’d been feeling since the previous night, one he hadn’t quite been aware of most of the day, but now that he’d literally filled it, he felt much better.

Karyn could feel the pressure inside her, urging her to just thrust as hard and fast as she could. God, she thought, is that how it always is for guys when they’re turned on? She was going to have to talk to Jon about things later. She let herself build speed, feeling Jon’s bucking in time with her. She felt the pressure build more. Soon it was more than a pressure, it was a need to get it out of her, she couldn’t stop. She felt herself groan, she was so close. She realised her eyes were closed, she opened them and looked down at Jon, at his face, at his boobs jiggling in response to each of her thrusts. She went over, a grunt pushed out of her throat that turned into a groan as she felt the hot semen move up her penis, the muscles pushing it contracting. Pulse. She was pushing herself into Jon as hard as she could, every fibre of her being urged her to be as deep as possible. Another pulse. Another, speeding up each time. Two more, and she was spent. She let herself drop onto her elbows and held herself inside Jon, letting him feel it as she started to soften.

She thought for a moment… should she do more? She looked down at Jon, his face told her everything she needed to know. He looked very satisfied.

“Mmmm, Karyn, I’d love to just stay like this… with you filling me… God it feels weird to… say that, and want it.. . and to be filled…”

“Yeah… it feels weird for me too… I… it’s so weird how… I just... well I’m just done when I cum…”

“Yeah… That’s how it is for me too… when I…”

“Did you… have fun?”

“OH GOD YES!” He could feel that she was softer, smaller, at this point very noticeably smaller, still enough to feel good, still enough to feel big… “Uh, did you?”

“Oh yeah! Watching you cum that first time… that… moment when I slipped in for the first time… I… it was amazing.” She felt him give her a squeeze. “Oh!”

He grinned at her.

“Hey! I'm a bit sensitive there at the moment…”

“Oh, I bet you are!” He switched to a softer voice. “So much… of you down there…”

“Yeah… there is… I can’t believe it all fit… and… didn’t hurt… or like bottom out…”

“Mmmm, believe me, it only just fits… and… uh… apparently… I… uhm like that…”

“Oh? Do you?”

Jon felt his face flush. “Yeah…”

“What else do you like?”

“I… uh… don’t really know… yet… it’s a lot to take in… I… there’s so many things that are different… and just… well the obvious ones feel so weird…”

“Oh, I’ll agree with you there!”

At this point, Karyn’s dick was nearly soft, and a slight movement as she shifted her weight caused it to come out of Jon.

“Awww, you came out…”

“Sorry, Jon-girl! My knees are starting to hurt anyway…” She shuffled around in the sleeping bag to get past Jon’s raised knee, and they both snuggled up beside each other.

Jon got a little surprise thrill of arousal from being called “girl” again. He really didn’t get why that turned him on… and he wasn’t ready to tell Karyn that it did.

Karyn was laying on her side with one arm and one leg over Jon, who was laying on his back. He could feel her soft male equipment against his side, and even the way he was lying was a little different since he was in female mode, his legs tight against each other, his male equipment still pulled inside him and out of the way. He still felt the embers of arousal, and a little bit of afterglow. It was entirely different from the experience he’d had after orgasms as a male. Karyn's warm, comforting embrace helped him to stay in the moment, to ignore the nagging feelings he had about what the stone had done to him, that this love he felt for her was fake. He pushed them down. For now, he was going to let himself feel good. Enjoy what he had, as Karyn would.

“Hey, Jon-boyfriend?”

“Mmm?”

“I love you.”

“I… love you too.”

After a few minutes, they were both sleeping soundly.

Jon didn't have a particularly good night; several times he woke from strange dreams. In one, he was a puppet, controlled by a reddish metallic golem. In another, Karyn was pushing her penis into him and it was growing and growing, stretching him out further and further, until he felt like it had reached his throat and was about to split him in half with sheer girth. He knew she had pushed his ovaries into his head, where they were taking control. A third dream showed a purely female version of him, holding the stone, shouting commands at him; he felt his body obey and could not stop himself. There were others, involving similar elements blended together. Each time, he woke, still held by Karyn, and each time, the comfort of her embrace helped him relax and return to sleep.

The next morning, Jon woke first, still being held by Karyn. During the night both of their bodies had reverted to the default “neutral” mode. That, however, didn’t stop Karyn from having morning wood. It was against his hip, most of its length against him. He had his own; he could see it pitching its own little tent in the sleeping bag—at least the tip, as his boobs puddling on his chest blocked some of his view, though not as much as normal since he wasn’t wearing a bra. The sensation of Karyn’s against him, though, was producing arousal in his female parts, and he didn’t want to be in “girl mode” all day. So he tried to shuffle away from her without waking her.

It didn’t work.

“Morning, Jon-boyfriend,” she said sleepily.

“Morning… uh… could you… stop err.. poking me, I’d rather not be in… ah… girl mode all morning.”

“Oh! Sorry!” She rolled onto her back.

“It’s fine… I… it’s not like I… don’t like it… But, well… Peeing is much easier if I can do it standing.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say easier… Aiming is hard.”

“Well… yeah, but we’re camping…” The park was managed, and the area was intended for camping, but it was also tiny. The only facilities were the parking lot, a couple of picnic tables and an outhouse. They’d be doing dishes in the nearby river.

“Ah, yeah… standing is better here… uh, how do you usually deal with… morning…”

“I just wait for it to go away usually…”

“OK… but… what if you have to pee badly?”

“Oh! Well… I don’t know if it’ll work uh everywhere… but at home, I lean on the wall behind the toilet and well I get enough angle to be able to aim…”

“Ah…”

“Did you have… a problem yesterday?”

Karyn turned a bit red “Uh, yeah… I… went to the bathroom and… well I got there and realised I wouldn’t… be able to sit… and I didn’t have my phone to ask you… and I was worrying about telling you… how big it is… and…”

“And you spent enough time fretting that it wasn’t an issue?”

“Yeah.”

“Mmmm.”

“Err, speaking of… issues. Are you… still bothered by…”

“The stone making… me like you? Yeah… I… was trying not to think about it… but…”

“Well… why don’t we try what I said… undo that until midnight tonight and… see how you feel. I… it’s obvious that this isn’t going to stop bothering you. We have to face it.” Karyn was internally terrified of losing Jon, but she was doing her best not to show it. She didn’t want him to do anything because of concern for her at this point.

Jon wasn’t sure how to feel. She was right. He couldn’t avoid this problem: either he’d have to be OK with things as they are now or find out… what might be different, and Karyn’s idea was a good one. He was also afraid, afraid of what he might not want without the influence of the stone’s changes, but neither could he stand the idea that what he felt wasn’t real. He could see no easy way out. “Alright…”

“I… I’ll go grab the stone… where are the car keys?”

“Uh… I think they’re still in my pants pocket… at the end of the sleeping bag.”

“Ah, well we’ll probably have to unzip one side to find them then… I’ll get some clothes on, and pass you your bag.”

They had stashed their bags at the far end of the tent, there wouldn’t be room to get in and out if they were near their heads.

Karyn slipped out of the sleeping bag and crawled down the length of the tent. Once she got to the far end she sat, grabbed Jon’s bag and tossed it to him. She could feel the chill of the cool morning air, her nipples were hardening from the chill and she could feel her male parts pulling closer to her body. She got out a pair of grey sweatpants and started putting them on while sitting, it took some doing and she looked down at herself, between her boobs, seeing her male parts as she pulled up the pants, shrinkage as very real. Her penis had shrunk all the way down to just an inch long, and her balls were tight against her body. She pulled out a sweater, though not her usual oversized one, this one was form fitting and pulled it on too. She had chosen the outfit to look good, for Jon… and she hadn’t really brought anything that wasn’t in some way revealing, since she was expecting to be alone with Jon… now though she did wish she had a better option to cover up since she didn’t want to… feel like she was pressuring him while he sorted out his feelings.

“Hey Kare, can you toss me my bra… I threw it down there last night…”

“Oh… sure.” She found it sitting just past the end of the sleeping bag and tossed it to him. After that, she set about unzipping the bag and looking for the keys.

Jon had found himself watching Karyn dress rather than putting clothes on himself. The fact that the sweatpants she wore were tight and a women’s cut meant that despite the cold she still showed a bulge and Jon was reminded that bulges on women were a thing that he liked now. It still felt very strange.

After she tossed him his bra he set about getting dressed himself. His pants didn’t fit super well, his slightly expanded hips made them a little tight, between that and not being able to stand in the tent it took some effort to get them on. As he finished getting his pants up Karyn crawled up the tent to him, gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, opened the tent, and left.

Once she was out of the tent he was left alone for a few minutes. He couldn’t help but think about what was coming, the wish he planned to make, and about the last week and a half of dating Karyn. It didn’t lead him anywhere except to worry and dread. He hated the idea that his feelings for Karyn were artificial, created by the stone, but he had also very much enjoyed having this new relationship with her. He also thought a bit more productively about how to word the wish. He didn’t want to interfere with anything the stone did to him when it made the change Karyn’s desire caused. It didn’t seem wrong to him to let those feelings continue, he didn’t want to end up no longer attracted to what a woman now was, if attraction counted as an emotion. It was odd what he felt OK with counting as “real”.

Karyn poked her upper body into the tent, the stone’s box in one hand, the other supporting her.

“Here…”

“Thanks. I…” There were a lot of things he wanted to say, but he didn’t have the words. So he simply took the box and opened it.

He stared at the stone for a moment. It still terrified him. He built up his courage and touched it.

“I wish that any changes made to my emotions made when the stone self-activated while I was holding it would be removed from this moment until midnight tonight.”

He pulled his finger away from the stone as fast as he could once the wish was spoken and as soon as he saw the stone flash and felt the slight feeling like time had skipped a beat that seemed to accompany mental changes he snapped the box closed.

“I’m… going to make breakfast for us Jon-boyf…” she trailed off, unsure if she should finish the new version of her nickname for him. She pulled herself out of the tent and stood before walking over to where she had tied the ropes hanging their food the night before.

Jon sat on the bench of a picnic table and watched Karyn cook the eggs and bacon she had pulled out of the cooler over a portable gas stove they had brought.

He felt strange. Karyn cutting herself off and not calling him “Jon-boyfriend” had… hurt, but the stone’s changes were gone. He also found himself looking at her admiringly, something he didn’t used to do before…

He tried to figure out how he felt. How was it different? What had changed when he made the wish?

Karyn had looked after not only cooking breakfast, but cleaning it up as well. She wanted to give Jon space to work things out. She desperately hoped that they’d still be a couple after he did, but she couldn’t bring herself to try to influence him.

They spent much of the morning reading, sitting near the river, or at least she did. Jon looked like he was mostly brooding.

She couldn’t help but notice her new equipment when she moved, it felt very different in the sweatpants than in her normal ones, especially since she wasn’t wearing underwear. As the day warmed she felt things shift a bit. She mostly tried to ignore it, but just having it still felt strange and new, so she was constantly aware of it. She now very clearly understood why Jon was so weird about his boobs at first.

After sitting and thinking for a while Jon decided a walk might help him sort out his feelings. As he walked he couldn’t help but again notice the little bit of extra sway in his step caused by the changes to his bone structure. The fit of his pants didn’t help either, it reminded him that he had noticeably wider hips than most guys, as wide as some girls. It reminded him of the previous evening, setting things up while in female mode, the way being in female mode made him walk with extra sway in his hips, beyond even what just his new body shape forced him to do. He had tried to suppress it, but it took constantly thinking about how he was walking and if he was doing anything at the same time he couldn’t do it.

He had noticed Karyn checking out his butt while they were setting up the camp, and watching him walk… the fact that she obviously liked the change made it a little easier to deal with, but he still felt like he was being ‘girlified’ to some extent, and it bothered him.

All of these things added to his already confused mental state. He didn’t get very far before he decided that sitting by the river would probably be a better head clearer than a walk, and he turned around.

Towards noon it became overcast, and a slight drizzle started to fall. They headed back into the tent.

Jon was still turning things over in his mind. He had still spent a week teaching himself to let himself notice Karyn’s looks. That had still happened. Undoing a fake buried crush wasn’t going to undo that. He was still very much attracted to Karyn. The stone hadn’t changed his preferences… or at least his desire hadn’t. So she was his type, that had always been true… especially with the wish-enhanced boobs. Then there was the new part, Karyn’s sweatpants did a very good job of showing her bulge, and Jon’s new preferences meant he couldn’t help but notice that too. It wasn’t massive, at least not while she wasn’t hard, in fact as far as Jon could tell from the outline there wasn’t any more there than there was in his pants. However, that part of him that was new since Thursday very much liked the way it looked.

The last one was how he felt about her. He’d started to question just what had the stone changed. Was there much difference between a crush buried so deep he didn’t know about it and one that didn’t exist? Had anything from before Karyn asked him her questions under wish-enforced truthfulness changed at all?

It had been just that, a crush, at least it was, before.

Now, well the last week and a half had still happened to him. He’d still experienced them, and what he remembered as a crush growing into more. Was it any different than if he’d started from just seeing her as a friend?

He still wanted to be with her. He finally had been able to really convince himself of that. He realised he’d spent the time they’d been dating actually falling in love with her. Removing the changes the stone made didn’t remove that, it had happened afterwards.

Would he have given her a chance without the stone changing him? He didn’t know. He’d like to think so, but he knew how it turns out. A week and a half ago even with a crush he wasn’t sure it was a good idea.

Did that make his feelings less valid? Did it matter? Existential dread wasn’t something he enjoyed. The stone caused a lot of it.

He had the closest thing to an answer as he was going to get. He wasn’t going to remove his memory and get Karyn to ask him again, that would be even worse. The feelings that actually mattered were as real as it was possible for them to be without the stone never having done anything.

He’d been looping through variations on these for over an hour. It was time to talk to Karyn.

Since the drizzle had started they had been sitting cross-legged facing each other in the tent on top of the sleeping bag. Karyn towards the foot end, Jon with his back to the door.

“Hey… uh Karyn…”

Her head shot up out of her book. She looked worried for a moment, then obviously did her best to hide it.

“Y… yeah?”

“I… I love you.”

He saw her face burst into a wide smile of joy. Then she was on him like a shot, with a hug.

“Really?” Obviously, Jon wouldn’t lie, but she still couldn’t quite believe it. She thought the best she could hope for today was ‘Let’s keep trying this’.

He looked at her, surprised, “Yes, of course really. I… well, the stone gave me a crush… the last week and a half made me… fall in love, and that hasn’t changed.”

Karyn held Jon tightly, reluctant to let him go, part of her was afraid if she did his feelings might evaporate. She had spent the morning terrified of losing him, potentially even as a friend.

“Uh… there was one more thing though…” Jon said.

Karyn froze.

“I… want to make the undoing changes to my feelings permanent. I want to know that everything I feel is… real… Uh… sorry for scaring you.”

Karyn had already relaxed again, “It’s OK… I don’t see any reason not to wish for that at this point… Hmmm…”

“What?”

“Well, it’s just that… what you said the stone was giving you… was a lasting relationship… so presumably the stone… ‘thinks’ that we’ll stay together…”

“Uh yeah…”

“Well we should probably talk about… long-term stuff… make sure we’re compatible… since, well, we already know pretty much everything else about each other, there aren’t… many other things that could be a problem.”

“I… guess you’re right.” Then another thought occurred to Jon… He made a face.

“What’s the matter?”

“Oh… I just had another thought… what if… the stone planned this whole thing? From me wanting a girlfriend to… now. This was all part of its plan to get us together?”

Karyn also didn’t really care for the idea and also made a face like she’d eaten something bitter. “We could wish…”

“I… don’t think I want to know that one…”

“Oh thank God, me neither.”

“So… long-term stuff you said?”

“Yeah… like do you want kids someday?”

“Ah yeah… I suppose that matters.” Then another thought. “OH! Crap, last night! Could I….”

“Naw… remember the wish? The way I worded it we’re covered uh… both ways. So… Kids someday?”

“I… I’m not sure… but I guess yeah… two I think. Er… You?”

“Uhm at least two… I think three ideally…” She paused for a moment. “You know… with the change we can choose who… um… carries them…” Karyn couldn’t help but start to picture a pregnant Jon… would his boobs get even bigger… The idea of him carrying her baby… she put that thought away, to be examined later.

“I… Yeeesss?”

“Well… if we do have two… or more… do you think you’d…”

“I really don’t know the answer to that yet…” Jon found it hard to connect himself with the idea of pregnancy and carrying a child, it didn’t feel like something that applied to him.

“OH! That reminds me… I uh, brought something just in case you needed it… “ She grabbed her bag from behind her and pulled out the box of tampons. “I… well you don’t know when you’ll need them… You can have these… er probably want to keep one in your pocket until you know… and uh… you’ll want to keep track…”

Jon wasn’t sure how to react… part of him was very, very uncomfortable with the idea of needing such a thing… but he also couldn’t deny that at some point he would. He very much wanted to put off thinking about it for as long as he possibly could.

“Uh… thanks… I… can we uhm talk about the details… when they come up? I… am not ready for that… and I’m pretty sure I don’t… need them right now… could you put them in my bag since you’re closer?”

“Oh! Sure… Do make sure you carry one though… and the instructions I guess… You don’t want to… not be able to get one when you need it.”

“I… will… at least once we start heading home…”

Jon’s head was swimming… he was going to have to do a lot of thinking… and coming to terms with aspects of his new biology.

“Uh… sorry for springing that… stuff on you…”

“It’s… OK. I’m going to have to deal with it… I should probably be thinking about that stuff…”

“Yeah… well I guess it’s… an afternoon of heavy conversation for us…”

“Yeah…”

“Err… on that… do… you uhm see… Well, that is, do you eventually want to get married?”

“I… yeah… why didn’t you ask that before the kid stuff?”

“I… dunno…”

“What about you?”

“Err… very much yes… at some point.”

“What about… names? I’m… OK with… well you doing whatever…”

“Oh, if we get hitched I’m Mrs. Gibson! For sure. I don’t really like my last name being a colour.”

“Wait really?”

“Uh huh, I don’t really know why, but it’s bugged me since kindergarten. I think five-year-old me was just annoyed that the crayon stole my name… or something like that. But for some reason, whatever it was initially, it never stopped bugging me.”

“How did I not… already know that?”

“I… don’t think I’ve ever mentioned it to anyone actually…”

They fell silent for a little while both thinking about some of the things that had come up.

Jon was thinking about those tampons, pregnancy, the fact that he had a cycle… Intellectually he had known these things since Thursday morning, a little over 2 days ago, but this conversation had confronted him with the reality of those facts. This change had far more to get used to, to adapt to, than just having boobs had. Thinking about it had made him even more aware of the female parts of his body than he was. He was still very aware of them since they were so new, even normal movements of them refused to fade into the background awareness of his body and they stuck at the forefront of his experience. He turned the idea of one day bearing a child over in his mind, still unable to really confront the reality that he actually could. Never previously in his life had he thought about doing that. It was simply not on his radar as a boy.

Karyn couldn’t help but come back to the image of pregnant Jon, then the idea of Jon post-pregnancy, boobs bigger due to hormones, full of milk… all her doing. She had to stop herself, it was turning her on and she wanted to let Jon just think, she didn’t want to risk a distracting mode switch. So she pushed her mind on. She imagined introducing herself as “Karyn Gibson” or “Mrs. Gibson”, Jon with a gold band on his finger, a shared bedroom, with things from both of their rooms in it. Waking up next to him every day… sharing a bed every night.

“Hey, um Jon-boyfriend. There’s one long-term thing we haven’t really talked about…”

“Oh?”

“Sex stuff…”

“Uhm… what do you mean… we…”

“Well… like how often…”

“Ah… If you’d asked me last week… I’d have said once or twice a week… but uhm…”

“Err, right…”

“So… uh… how often do you want…”

“Well I… guess pre-change… twice a week sounds good… Now… I’m assuming because of the whole ‘taking couples’ into account my… new parts… can at least keep up with yours… I mean I’m assuming… your uh female half is… a bit more demanding since you said uhm how easily uh… revved up that part of you is…”

“I… I’m not sure… about anything to do with that, to be honest… But I guess you’re right about being compatible in that way. We… almost certainly are…”

“Yeah…” The topic was getting to Jon, he felt his female half starting to react, and a little from his male half too.

“Uh… there’s also… what do you like in bed? I… mean… we sort of stumbled on something your… girl half likes last night… well more than one thing.”

Jon turned a bit red… “I… yeah… I’m… still not really sure I’m… prepared to think too hard about what turns that part of me on…”

“Well, then what about the other half? I’m sure you know a lot more about that half… what sort of stuff do you… look at?”

“You mean… porn?”

“Yeah.”

“Not much really… if you mean like videos and stuff on the internet… I… looked a couple of times and… well it always had something weird in it that put me off…”

“Oh? So what do you do… to get off alone?”

“I mean sometimes… I just look at naked pictures of girls… but mostly I… fantasize…”

“Ooo, about what?”

Jon’s face continued to redden. “Err well… I had a made up girl I always… imagined… and…” Jon had a moment of realization, “I… oh… It just occurred to me that she… looks a lot like you… especially after the wish… It never occurred to me before… since well before you made that wish by accident I… didn’t know you had such a figure… but…. Well…”

It was Karyn’s turn to blush. Jon was basically saying she was his dream girl and he didn’t even notice because she hid her figure.

“Ah… Did… she have red hair?”

Jon looked down, feeling a little sheepish. “Yeah… long… like yours is now… Uh… though uhm I actually really like your new blonde streak…”

“Huh… and somehow the stone had to give you a crush on me!” She was smiling, but also turning bright red.

Jon laughed. “So… what about you…”

“Well, you didn’t actually finish answering… but I can go first I guess. I… uh don’t really watch… things either, they aren’t exactly targeted at women. I… fantasize too… uhm well sometimes it was about you...” She had looked down, in embarrassment while she admitted that.

Jon was surprised, and he felt a lot of things at the idea that she was that attracted to him. He didn’t think of himself as very good-looking. ‘Average’ was what he was in his own mind, the idea that Karyn masturbated to him, well he felt a surge of arousal, in both directions.

“Really me? You… thought about me?”

“Yeah… I’ve liked you for a while… I uhm… sort of tried to ignore it mostly because I was afraid of… losing our friendship… but well… it was the uhm easiest way to get myself going… I guess I should have taken the hint, but yeah… you’re… my type.”

“Uh… did I live up to your fantasies?”

“OH, it was much better! Different, but the real thing was way more fun… and only a little bit of that was that you had boobs for our first time!”

“Different how?”

“Uh… well I like… being a bit dominant… not like whips or anything… just uhm in control…”

Jon wasn’t sure how he felt about that… he’d always pictured himself in control… but he didn’t really find it arousing, it just felt like being a guy that was the default, expected.

“So, what does that mean?”

“Uhm… well last night… making you… ask me to keep going… that kind of thing… being on top… I… well your boobs really sort of fed into it… it’s another way I can do things to you… I… don’t know how to explain myself…”

“You don’t have to explain all at once… the important thing is… I… think I’m OK with that…”

“Female Jon last night seemed more than OK…”

Jon turned redder. “Uh… yeah… I think that might… be a female-only thing… it’s uhm never occurred to me before anyway…”

“Well we could experiment tonight… see if male mode Jon is… onboard. I.. if not that… wouldn’t be too bad, I… like things the other way around too… like what we did our first time was lots of fun...”

“I… suppose we could… experiment… I’d kinda like to uhm be in male mode again… I haven’t been since I’ve had two possibilities… Even if… I’m not all that into you being in control I… think I could at least indulge you. I… well I really liked uh… fingering you when we had sex before your boob wish ran out.”

“Well, it’ll be fun to find out! So, what about you? You have your fantasy girl… what do you do with her?”

“Uhm… well just you know, make out, sex… nothing more complicated…”

“Huh. I kinda expected you might be into something wild.”

“What? Why? Like what?”

“I dunno… Just seemed like you might be… something like fantasies about green-skinned alien space babes with three boobs. Or… I dunno some crazy thing I’d never think of. You like such wild stuff in non-sexual fiction… I figured maybe…”

“Ah… uhm not as far as I know… but… I’ve never… uh branched out in my… fantasies either…”

“Hmmmm… well…” Karyn leaned forward and did her best to look seductive, “we can experiment a bit tonight! See if you like… me taking control… maybe other things if we can think of anything interesting…”

“Uhm… sure…”

“Or… well we don’t really have to wait…”

“I… someone might come and start setting up a tent… or just go for a walk and hear us…”

“Doesn’t seem very likely, especially with the weather”

While they had been talking it had gone from a drizzle to light rain, not enough to be any concern to their camping, but probably more than enough to keep people from taking any kind of day trip.

Jon sighed. “Uh… there is… another thing… I…” He trailed off.

“Go on, whatever it is I’m not judging. Well not much. I might giggle. I can’t imagine you saying something that will make me love you less though. So don’t worry about whatever it is.”

Jon sighed again. “Well… I… it’s just how big your…”

“Oh… that. You’re… worried about yours?”

“Yeah…”

“I… well to start with… I do not want anything nearly as big as mine inside me… I don’t know how you… uh… took it… but I don’t think I could, I mean it, I really don’t think it’d fit.”

Jon turned a bit red again and felt a little surge of female arousal. “I… uhm… just…”

Karyn giggled a bit at his reaction. “You don’t have to explain… I get that… your uh female half is into that… but mine isn’t. You’re equipped with plenty of size for me. Seriously it felt huge to me last week… I can’t even imagine getting something as big as my… dick” it still felt strange to say that, “inside me. I… actually… you’re uh bigger than my… dildo…”

“You have a dildo?” Jon was surprised, he didn’t think Karyn would own such a thing, he didn’t think of her as… sexual enough to own… toys.

“Yeah... a girl's got... needs. I bet you'll be wanting one soon enough... especially given how horny a girl you are."

Jon felt another thrill of female arousal pass through him, partially from the idea… and he couldn’t fully deny it, partially from being called a girl by Karyn. "Hey, not actually a girl."

"Yeah, yeah, you know what I mean. I'm serious though, that... empty feeling when you get super turned on..."

"Yeah..." Jon did know that feeling, very well, he’d kept going playing with himself on Thursday night trying to feel done and never quite gotten there. After the previous night, he was very aware of what he’d been missing.

Karyn continued, “I... well a lot of the time I... just don't feel... satisfied without filling…”

“Er... yeah, I... know what you mean... I... uh tried things out Thursday night... and... never quite felt done the way I did... last night.”

"See!” Karyn paused for a moment, her face became thoughtful then transitioned to a mischievous grin, “Hmmm” her smile got wider.

“What?”

“We should go shopping somewhere on Monday while we’re on our way back, if anything is open.”

“What... for?” Jon thought he knew… but very much hoped he was wrong.

“Well, you are going to need something to fill you up when I'm not around!”

“I… am so very not prepared to even consider that…”

“Aww, it’d be fun! We could get a couple sizes… and you could compare! I could… compare too… cross reference our notes! Do SCIENCE!”

“Uh… huh.”

“C’mon Jon-boyfriend, man up and try the girl stuff!”

“I didn’t say no… but I’m… still a bit weirded out by the whole experience of having a female sexuality. Aren’t you weirded out by your male… urges?”

“Oh yeah, totally. But! We had fun last night! It was weird as hell, but also awesome!”

“I… mean yeah… it felt good… but…”

“Ok, we can explore girl-Jon’s preferences later… I… guess I get it. It’s probably hard for guys…”

“I… what do you mean?”

“Well… it’s… guys get told all their life that anything ‘girly’ is… well not bad… but not for them… and now this change happens… and… well every guy in the world now has female parts… and urges…”

“I… guess…” Jon could sense that this train of thought wasn’t going in a positive direction for Karyn, but he wasn’t sure what to do. She still obviously felt guilty for causing the change. He could tell from her tone, that when she said “this change” she was leaving unsaid that it was her doing.

“And I can tell… it’s bothering you… and probably most guys… and lots of women… and… it’s my fault.” She buried her face in her hands.

Jon crawled over to her, and got behind her, putting his legs to either side of her and his arms around her. He didn’t know what else he could do other than offer comfort. He didn’t blame her, nor did he think it was her fault, but what could he say?

They sat like that for several minutes.

“I’m… OK… thanks Jon.” She shuffled backwards a bit to snuggle closer to Jon.

“I… you know I don’t think it’s your fault… like, yeah you wanted boobs on guys, but… the stone didn’t have to do… the other part. That had nothing to do with you… it could have just given every guy boobs. Even that isn’t actually your fault. You had no way of knowing just holding the stone would do anything at all.”

“Uh… thanks… that helps a bit… especially… you're not blaming me, but… I’d… rather just forget about it for now.”

“Sure” He started to move.

“Don’t… go though… I… just want to stay like this for a bit.”

Karyn felt Jon pull her back close to his chest and rest his chin or her left shoulder. She could feel his boobs pushing into her back… it was a nice feeling. She felt comfortable. They stayed like that for a while. She let her mind wander. She avoided thinking about her guilt, Jon’s embrace felt like a shield against the self-blame.

After a while the closeness started to affect them both, Jon felt a little bit of arousal, this time in both his parts. He soon felt himself poking Karyn in the butt.

Jon’s erection pushing against her got her going in turn. She too felt in both sets, though Jon’s erection against her back pushed a little harder on her female side, warmth filled her. She could also feel her partially erect penis pushing against the fabric at the front of her pants. It felt very strange to her, she had hardly any time feeling what it was like to have an erection while clothed. She could feel it strain against her pants, trying to straighten itself out as blood flowed to both her sexual organs. She did glance down, but couldn’t see much past her boobs without moving. She wasn’t sure how obvious what was going on down there would be to Jon were he to look. She was starting to feel a little pent up on her female side, having gotten turned on that way several times over the last three days and always had her body go the other way.

Karyn reached up and caressed Jon’s cheek, “Feels like someone is enjoying the hug.”

“Err… a bit…”

“Me too… wanna… do more than hug? I… I’m feeling better… for now at least… though a bit of distraction would be nice…”

“I… sure.”

Karyn gently grabbed his wrists and moved his hands up to her chest.

“Here… you’re getting very good at boob touching Jon-boyfriend, make me feel better.”

Jon started gently playing with her boobs through her shirt, kneading them gently together with his palms on the sides, a finger on each making circles near her nipples. The soft inside of the shirt rubbed her. After a few seconds, she moaned softly.

“That’s nice, keep going.” Part of her wanted to call him a girl again, his reaction of arousal and dissonance was fun, but she didn’t want to push him into female mode, and indications were that that would turn that part of him on more. She felt him start to kiss her neck, and then up to her cheek. She turned her head so she could kiss him back. Their lips locked, their tongues probed each other’s mouths. Jon’s hands continued to work on her chest.

For Karyn this pushed the right buttons on both of her libidos, she could still feel Jon’s hard dick against her tailbone, which pushed her just a little more towards female arousal. She could feel her own penis harden further, straining more and more against the fabric of her pants, the warmth and slight wetness of her original parts as they too revved up. She felt something shift, her penis had fully hardened and the tip slipped, now it strained against being held close to her body, the tip caught in the waistband, the full length of the underside pushed against stretched fabric. The waistband held it from reaching as high along her body as its length would put it, so it pointed off to her right. The sideways bend felt slightly uncomfortable, but she was caught up in the moment and ignored it, all of this felt strange, but also good.

Jon’s right hand started drifting lower, down her front. He was at a tipping point, both of his libidos as engaged as they could be before one would take over. Both sides of him were enjoying feeling up Karyn equally. His male libido keeping pace with his female one at last, neglecting it for a few days had built it up. His hand reached the waistband of Karyn’s sweatpants. He slipped it down, intending on reaching her vagina and slipping a finger inside, but first, it found something else.

His fingers hit her rock-hard dick, he grasped it to move it out of his way. He felt it in his hands, the slight softness of the layer of skin over the incredible hardness underneath. The female part of him knew what this was, what it felt like inside him, and it reacted. There was a rush of warmth and wetness between his legs. His erection softened. His body was switching to female mode again. He moaned, a feminine moan, partially in frustration, partially from sheer arousal. It arrived, he could feel it, all the little things that made him feel undeniably female, the sensation of emptiness, a need to be filled.

The burst of pheromones released from his body rapidly airborne found their way to receptors in Karyn’s nose, her body responded, she felt all her female arousal drain away and it seemed the sensations from her penis intensified. She felt all the other little urges of her maleness surge. A groan forced itself out of her as she switched.

“OH! Jon, I’m sorry…”

He panted slightly, “It’s… not your fault…” He was still very turned on, a small wet patch had started forming on his pants.

Karyn lifted herself and turned so she ended up on her knees facing him, hunched over to avoid hitting her head on the tent, still very close to Jon.

“I… do you want to stop?”

Jon thought for a moment. “I… no…” He thought for a moment more. “Fuck it. Let’s try everything you want. Be as… in control as you want. Call me a girl. Whatever, I want to know what I like! It’s just us. I’m still me.”

“You sure about that?”

“Not really, tomorrow me might feel… different, but right now… I… last night you calling me a girl… felt… hot… amazing… ”

“Alright…” She took a deep breath, and slowly let it out. “OK, Jon-girl. Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

Every time she called him a girl he felt a little thrill.

“Yes.”

“Good. Now… tell me how would you like to make me feel good right now? If you’re good enough, you’ll get a reward.”

Jon felt his eyes go to her crotch, he could see her erection, the tip still trapped by the waistband of her sweatpants, still pointing to the right. Holding the waistband away from her body. Thoughts of what he could do to pleasure her filled his head, thoughts of taking it in his mouth, or hands, playing with her boobs again. He still didn’t think he could handle using his mouth on her new parts yet… the male half of him still felt deeply uncomfortable with that idea, but his female libido was very into the idea. He decided to compromise and use his hands.

He pushed her gently over.

“Just relax… I’ll…” he trailed off.

He pulled at her waistband, her dick sprang free, standing proud. He gently started running his fingers up and down its length, just the tips of them. He could feel his body reacting, his arousal building. A bead of precum was forming on the tip, he could feel his female urges, part of him wanted to just… lick it. He suppressed the urge, though if Karyn told him to… he didn’t think he’d be able to resist much. Now that his face was closer to her dick he got a much better sense of just how big it was. It was huge. He let his fingers start spreading the bead of pre-cum around, it was followed by more. He wrapped his hand around it and started slowly stroking. It felt so big in his hand, and very very good. It was a bit like playing with her boobs… but also totally different. He was overwhelmed by the strangeness of how it felt to enjoy doing these things. Karyn’s hips started moving in time with his strokes. She moaned softly, a strange sound, her feminine voice somehow making a sound that read as masculine. He couldn’t put a finger on what made the moan sound manly, but it did, and the female part of him loved it.

Karyn could tell she was getting closer than she’d like to coming, and she wasn’t done with Jon. “Ah… Good Girl! That’s enough for now… we don’t want to end things too soon. It’s time for your reward. Good Jon-girls get to cum.”

Karyn shifted as Jon let go of her, he missed the feeling of her dick in his hands and immediately felt weird about that fact. Still every time she called him a girl he got a little thrill, not just of arousal, but… just a pleasant feeling. He could tell this was his new female half that was feeling this… how different were his reactions in female mode?

“Now come here, Jon-girl, I’m going to make you cum.” Karyn was sitting with her legs apart, dick still sticking out above the waistband of her pants. “Like I was before… sit.”

Jon moved to do as he was told.

“There’s a good Jon-girl.”

He felt her penis against his back, even though he knew how big it was, he still couldn’t quite believe how far up his back he could feel it. He felt more wetness between his legs, more emptiness. He wanted her to just fuck him, fill him up, but he was playing her game…

She started playing with his boobs through the T-shirt he wore, much the way he had done to her, eliciting moans from him, she slowly ramped up how much she was playing with his nipples, and the aggression of her squeezing. Jon’s moans grew louder and more feminine in character, though not tone.

Soon her right hand started slowly sliding along Jon’s body, down his front, towards his pants.

Her hand slipped in and slid down his front. Two of her fingers slipped inside him, easily, he was very ready.

She ground her palm into his clit, forcing the most intense moan yet out of him.

“Are you my good girlfriend?” She whispered into his ear. “Hmmm? Good girlfriends get more good feelings.”

“MmmmOh fuck, yes…”

“Glad to hear it Jon-girl!”

She started moving her fingers, flexing, pushing in and out, searching for the right spot, all the while keeping her hand moving, a little rubbing on his clit. Soon she felt him react. She had found the spot she was looking for.

She rubbed, her left hand working his boobs, at some point she had pulled his shirt up for better access, her right hand working his clit and g-spot. Jon moaned. He felt the orgasm build, a warmth in his core, a tension. It built further and further he could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Karyn whispered into his ear, “Cum for me.” and he immediately went over the edge, he felt his vagina clamp down on her fingers, his legs shook and his moan nearly became a scream. Waves of pleasure radiated out from his core. Soon he felt himself starting to come down from his orgasm, but Karyn didn’t stop playing with him. She continued feeling up his boobs, rubbing his clit and working her fingers inside him.

“You’re not done yet, girls go more than once.” Karyn whispered in his ear.

Even as he felt his next orgasm start to build, the empty sensation in his vagina got stronger, his desire for it to be filled grew too. It didn’t take long for him to cum again, this time as he came down he started to move away from Karyn.

“Wait, Jon-girl… where are you going? Want something else?” She removed her hand from his pants, switching to gently feeling his boobs up with both hands.

Jon was still panting with the exertion of having just orgasmed as he spoke “I…”, being called a girl still felt weirdly good to him, he was enjoying letting Karyn take control.

“Come on, spit it out.”

“I.. want you… inside me…”

“OH? What part of me do you want inside you? Hmm?”

“Your…” his voice became soft, almost a whisper, but breathy with his arousal, “cock.” Saying this gave him the same thrill as Karyn calling him a girl, it pushed his desire to be filled into a need.

“What does that make you?”

Even softer he spoke again “A girl.”

“That’s right…” She pulled one leg close and pushed herself around Jon, and pushed him down onto his back. “Good girls that know what they want sometimes get it! Now get those pants off!”

Jon started pulling his pants down, and he took his underwear with him. It was slightly awkward in the confined space of the tent as Karyn was doing the same. He desperately wanted them off, and Karyn inside him, to fill him up and take away the empty feeling.

As Jon managed to kick off his pants Karyn gently but firmly grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down onto his back. Once he was down she held him pinned, swung her leg over him, resting on her knees above him. Her pants were off too, but she was still wearing her shirt. Jon couldn’t help looking down at her dick, it was standing proud, sticking almost straight out in front of her. It still looked massive, and to Jon’s new preferences it was stunning, it was becoming obvious to him that his female half would rather look at Karyn’s penis than her boobs. He liked her boobs just as much as normal, but his new interest in dicks was stronger, and to his taste, Karyn had a very nice dick.

“Now Jon-girl, are you ready for me to fuck you. To use you. ”

His eyes were stuck on her cock, much the way hers had been stuck on his boobs when he first had them, they followed as it moved and swayed. He felt more arousal, a little helpless while pinned, and the way Karyn phrased it… he was enjoying it all, and it felt exceptionally strange.

He spoke softly, not ready to fully accept that he liked this, “Yes.”

“Good girl, now, spread ‘em”

Jon started spreading his legs, and felt Karyn’s weight push harder into his shoulders as she lifted one leg then the other, putting her knees back down between his legs. She leaned forward and slid her knees down to get into the right position.

“Now, take hold and guide me in.”

Jon reached down, only just able to get hold with half of Karyn’s weight keeping his shoulders down. The tip of her penis was already touching him, just not in the right spot. He couldn’t grip it the way he had the previous night, just use the tips of his fingers to slide the tip around against his body until it pushed against his vaginal opening, just slightly spreading him, not quite starting to enter.

Karyn slowly began to push into him, not as slowly as the previous night, but not too fast. He felt the tip slip past his entrance, the slow stretching as her length went in and the thicker parts got closer. It was easier this time, he knew it would fit. He was less nervous and less tense. It still felt absolutely enormous, on the edge of uncomfortably big. A moan forced its way out of him as she pushed in. As his moan ended she bottomed out, his need to be filled finally satisfied. He couldn’t move now, she had him thoroughly trapped beneath her, and again this realisation felt good, he liked that feeling, at least his female half did.

Karyn felt incredible, she had Jon like putty in her hands trapped, all hers. She let herself start thrusting, feeling the pressure inside her build, egged on by Jon’s moans, each time she thrust in he moaned in pleasure. As the pressure built and she felt herself getting close, she found herself grunting each time she bottomed out. Closer and closer, a building need to get the pressure released, to push out all the built-up need, to fill Jon.

“I’m gonna cum” She moaned as she spoke.

It was enough to push Jon over the edge again, and she felt him clamp down as she pushed in, and her own orgasm began, her body instinctively thrusting into Jon as hard as she could. Pushing herself against him. The clench of muscles as her body pushed out her load. A surprisingly masculine-sounding half grunt half groan pushed its way out of her throat. A second clench as she shot again. A pulse of pressure inside her dick, as it briefly got even harder. A third. A fourth.

She relaxed, spent. Still holding Jon down, still inside him. They stayed like that for a few minutes, Karyn enjoying the sensation of control over Jon, Jon enjoying the feeling of her slowly softening inside him as he came down from his own orgasm and arousal.

They were laying side by side, relaxing and recovering their breath.

Jon felt strange, not just because of all the things he was realising about what got his female side going, but also as his arousal faded he could feel something else, a little distant. It took a while to figure out what it was. He realised his male half was starting to feel pent up, and now it was enough that he could feel it just a little even in female mode.

Karyn too felt strange, in much the same way. She didn’t need to come down so much, once she was done with the afterglow of her orgasm she was no longer aroused. A big difference in her experience between male and female orgasms. She too took some time to figure out what she was feeling, but like Jon, she was feeling pent up in her neglected half.

For a while they both lay there, trying to find the right words to say, nothing coming to either of them.

“Hey, Jon-boyfriend… we should probably start dinner.”

“Oh yeah… good plan…”

They chatted as they got dinner ready, hot dogs from the cooler. Eventually, they sat down at the picnic table nearby and started eating. They were still both stuck in the same mode as far as their sex was concerned. So Jon’s crotch was flat and Karyn, back in her sweatpants, sported an obvious bulge.

“Uh... Kare, I… think we need to figure out how to get… that is get things going so we can do it the… other way.”

“Oh, yeah… I… you’re feeling pent up too?”

“Very much… it’s well I can feel it now… and it was getting worse…”

“Yeah…”

They both fell silent, thinking, for a few minutes as they ate. The back of Jon’s mind had thoughts about eating hot dogs, unbidden, about its shape. He pushed those down, he didn’t want female arousal at the moment.

“Hmm. Maybe if… we focused on getting you to… mode switch to female, rather than trying to get me to switch to male?” Jon suggested.

“I… guess that might work…” She paused. “Uhm… did you… like the way we did things today?”

“I… yeah. It was… good. I… don’t know if I’ll like it as much, uhm, in male mode… I, well as I am… I… really liked it when you called me a girl… I don’t… I don’t know why… and the more you took control… and… once you had me pinned and were…” he paused for a moment, feeling his face flush and warmth in his loins, “filling me… I… God, it was incredible. Nothing like that ever occurred to me before… the change. I… always liked the idea of getting a girl off, making her feel good, and… well when I am the girl… it’s different.”

“Yeah… you did make me feel very good when we had sex pre-change… Seriously, you’re good. As we are now… it is a lot of fun seeing you react to being called a girl… it’s pretty obvious it turned you on.” She grinned at him, “Your body language in female mode isn’t subtle. Especially when you walk… you wiggle your hips like you’re keeping a hula hoop up…. It’s uhm fun to watch… I think I’m starting to understand what men like a lot more…”

Jon turned bright red. “I… do? Really?” He felt self-conscious about the fact that his hips had widened more than normal for a guy in the change, and learning that he walked like a girl when his female half was turned on made him even more so.

“Oh yeah… you had a nice butt pre-change… it got even nicer.”

“I… it did? I… thought it got girlier… my hips…”

“Look fantastic on you. I like them the way they are… I… may not have thought so if what I like didn’t change a bit too… but… it did. You don’t look like a girl, despite the huge boobs… and your hips, you look decidedly like a guy. My guy. Let’s… talk about something else… I… it feels weird… my uh female parts feel like they want to respond… but can’t because I’m… in male mode and it’s… uncomfortable.”

Jon knew exactly what she meant, as she had talked about how he still looked like a guy he had felt the same kind of thing, but the other way, his male parts were still pulled up inside him, just the tip of his penis poking out so he could still pee, but it was out of the way and mostly desensitized. He could feel it wanting to respond, that he was horny as a male, but it was weird, distant, and slightly uncomfortable.

They chatted as they finished eating and cleaned up together and on into the evening, eventually, it got cold and they headed for the tent. They undressed, much less awkward about it this time, and snuggled up to each other.

“OH! Kare, I never wished to continue to… get rid of the stone’s changes to my emotions.”

“Where’d you leave the stone?”

“It should be in its box around here…” It only took him a moment to find it. He slid his body up and sat up, his upper body out of the sleeping bag. He held the box, opened the lid and apprehensively touched it. “I wish that any changes made to my emotions made when the stone self-activated while I was holding it would be removed from now on.” He pulled his hand away as soon as he finished speaking, the stone flashed as he snapped the lid shut.

“Feel better now Jon-boyfriend? No more worries about its influence?”

“As good as I can… I’d rather not dwell on it. I’ll get all mopey again.”

“Well, c’mere.”

Jon slid himself down a bit. Karyn ended up resting her head on his left breast, his shoulders on the pillow he had had his head on.

“Oooo, comfy! Boobs are the best!”

Jon laughed.

“What? They are! You’ll have to try mine tomorrow night!”

There was a bit of a chill in the air and soon Jon started feeling cold. “Maybe best to save using boobs for pillows when it’s a bit warmer. I’m freezing.”

“Aww… I can tell though, your nipple is doing its best to poke me.”

Jon shimmed himself back down into the shared sleeping bag, head resting beside Karyn’s looking into her face. She moved in and kissed him.

“This is nice. Just being close like this… love you Jon-boyfriend. Or girlfriend, whichever you please at the moment!”

“Love you too, so much. I… I’m glad the stone showed me what was right in front of me.”

Karyn grinned.

They both closed their eyes, pulled closer together, and soon drifted off to sleep.