Hero in the Making [Man to Albino Woman TG] - Part 6

Commissioned Anonymously

Sam’s hyped for his favourite manga author's new series at the convention, even cosplaying as the main character. But when the character is revealed to be a woman, he’s humiliated—until he mysteriously transforms into her; and things only get more complicated from there. 

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Chapter 6

I used to roll my eyes at those movie scenes where someone just happens to end up outside another character’s house, pretending they didn’t mean to. Like, really? You walked all the way there by accident? Sure. And yet—there I was.

When I finally stopped walking long enough to catch my breath, I looked up and realised my feet had taken me straight to Basco’s. No plan. Just chance. Or maybe it had been subconscious; who knows? My apathy and frustration with Keith was still bubbling under the surface. 

The sensible thing would’ve been to call a cab and go home. But I wasn’t in the mood to be sensible tonight. Basco wanted to know what it was really like to be a woman. Well, he was about to find out.

He opened the door, looking stunned. I didn’t give him the chance to speak.

“Men are pigs!” I hissed as I stormed through the doorway. “You wanted to hear about the realities of being a woman? Well, sit down and get your notepad because I am about to monologue!”

Basco blinked at me, then opened his mouth before closing it against and silently picking up a pen and paper with a quiet nod. 

“Men just…expect shit. They think that because I look a certain way, I will just be happy with anybody. They want a woman who will throw herself at them, but the second she turns them down, she’s a slut, and that’s a bad thing, by the way. Never mind that it's exactly what they were wanting a second ago!”

I stormed around the room.

“And…no ability to self-reflect, everything is the woman’s fault. All the time. They never stop to think, hey, maybe it's me! How hard is that?” I bit my lip, barely stopping myself from saying ‘Why did I never do that?’.

I flopped down dramatically on the couch, sending notes and pages flying into the air and groaned.

“Sorry…”

“It’s fine,” Basco said quietly, picking a few of them up. “I needed to organise them anyway, um, coffee?”

“God, yes, please.”

I explained what had happened, skipping over the whole ‘used to be a man’ parts as best I could. My thoughts were swimming. I didn’t know how to feel anymore. Was Keith right? Had I forgotten who I really was? Basco was changing my body, maybe he was changing my mind too. But maybe that was a good thing. The more I thought about my old self, the more I looked at Keither, the more I cringed. Had I really been so entitled, so…sexist? Yes, was the answer to both those things, but I didn’t want to face it. 

Basco pressed the warm mug into my hand, and the coffee tasted bitter on my tongue. He’d burnt the roast a little, but I didn't care. It warmed my belly and helped to calm me down. Or maybe that was Basco’s presence, sitting across from me in his chair, scribbling away. There was something safe and homey about the situation that made feel at peace. I realised that this was the only place I’d felt truly comfortable in my new skin, it made my lips curl into a smile around the mug. 

“I don’t really know what to say to all that.” Basco admitted after a moment, “I knew it, of course, but it feels different coming from somebody I care about.”

The butterflies returned.

“You care about me?”

“Of course!” He replied a little too quickly, blushing. “You’re a good friend.”

“A good friend.” I nodded. Why was there a lump in my throat? 

“Why don't you hang out here? I was just sketching, you can look over the next chapter if you like!”

“Another sneak peek?” I grinned, “You’re the best, Basco.”

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. I was friends with my favourite author now, and with my distinct looks, getting a new job wouldn’t be hard. Maybe I could even work in publishing, Basco could put in a good word for me, and I could start as a coffee girl or something. Work my way up to editing, and then I could read all the stories I wanted before they got published. 

The next chapter of Contrast was better than the first; it left me with a massive smile on my face as I looked over the pages, taking in the beautiful ink work. Basco put such attention to detail into his work. I tried to focus on the story, but I found myself getting distracted. My body kept fidgeting, and the heat from the coffee had settled like a stone in my stomach. It crept downwards, between my legs in a very familiar way that made my cheeks turn pink. 

There was nothing sexy going on in these pages. Contrast looked hot in her skin-tight outfit, obviously, but it was a fight scene. Nothing that should have turned me on; unless…

My eye slid across to Basco, sitting hunched over his sketchbook with an intense look on his face. Horror and arousal washed over me as I realised what was happening; he was drawing dirty art of Contrast, of me, while I was only a few feet away. Oh Fuck, why was that so hot?

“So…what are you sketching?” I asked, rolling onto my side so that the slope of my hips and breasts were fully on display. Basco looked up at me, then down at his page.

“Just uh, alternate outfit designs.”

“Cool, can I see?”

I reached out an arm, and Basco clutched the sketchbook to his chest. 

“No! They are too rough, heh, let me just…finish them off a little more.”

“You’ve never hidden sketches from me before.”

I don’t know where this confidence was coming from, but the burning in my legs spurred me on as I stood up and crossed the room. I loomed over Basco with a wry smile and, before he could stop me, snatched the book from his hands. 

“No!” Basco gasped, but it was too late. I turned the book, and the image took my breath away. 

The image wasn’t Contrast; it was me. Obviously, I looked identical to the character, but I knew this wasn't her. There was something in her face as she sat, legs spread over a man’s hips, that was so unlike the character from the manga. That, and the face of the man she was riding; it was Basco. His eyes closed, hands gripping my wide hips, his mouth in a perfect O as he came up into me. 

“I know, God, I am so sorry.” Basco covered his face with his hands, “After everything you just said too, fuck. I don't know why I drew it, my hand just had a mind of its own and…and…”

The drawing was so detailed, I could almost hear the sounds we were making mid sex. Those butterflies were going crazy, all the little wings fanning the flame or arousal inside me until finally, it pushed me over the edge. It wasn't gay if I was a woman now, right? I leaned forward, pressing my knee between Basco’s knees on his seat and leaned forward. Since I was so tall, I still loomed over him, and my hair fell around my face, framing us both. 

“Is this us?”

“It’s…Contrast…”

I smirked and raised an eyebrow, leaning in a little closer. 

“Is it?”
Basoc licked his lips and looked up at me.

“No.”

“Maybe…we could try it out?” My voice turned husky, and I lowered my lips to his, hovering just above them. “If you want that.”

Basco swallowed. I could feel his breath on my lips.

“I do.”

The kiss felt strange; years of media told me it should have been electric. Instead, it was simple and warm, and…good. Basco nibbled on my bottom lip, and I shivered. The heat between my legs grew stronger, and my hands bolder. My knees felt weak, and I carefully lowered myself into Basco’s lap. The chair creaked, but thankfully held and I grinned. 

“Undress me.” I whispered, and with a shiver, he obeyed.  

Those dexterous artist fingers undid my buttons so quickly that I barely had time to take a breath before my breasts practically fell out of my shirt. Those hands stroked my shoulders, pushing the shirt off entirely so that he could hug me close and flick a thumb between the hooks of my bra. The bra fell between us, and I threw it away before grinding down against the hardness I could feel beneath Basco’s trousers. 

“I’m going to make you look like you do in that picture.” I teased, running a finger along his jaw. 

Basco swallowed nervously and those gentle hands returned to my front, cupping my pale breasts and hefting them up. His thumbs pressed against my pink nipples; they were so stark against my white skin, but then a blush started to spread over my tits and shoulders. 

“I didn't know you could blush in places that weren't your face.” I chuckled, but the sound turned into a moan as Basoc played with my nipples. “Fuck that feels good.”

They were so sensitive, and when Basco placed his lips against one and sucked, I damn near saw stars. If there was a single piece of me left that wanted to resist this, it died then and there. I wrapped my arms around Basco’s shoulders and pulled his face in close as he licked and kissed every inch of my breasts. 

He moaned, and I got wetter. Somehow, we managed to lose the rest of our clothes and end up right back in the chair, my hips straddling him as our eyes met. The tip of his cock was against my entrance, and I swallowed nervously, but hid the anxiety with a smile. 

“Have you drawn me in this position?” I whispered huskily.

“I will…later.”

“Good.”

I sank down and held back a shaky moan as I felt him penetrate me. It was so unlike what I’d imagined sex to feel like for women. It was incredible, feeling him inside, pressing against my most sensitive and vulnerable places. Gently, I rose up, then sank back down, being careful not to slam my thick thighs down on his lap too heavily. Soon, I couldn’t help it; it felt so good, my body had a mind of its own. Basco threw his head back and I rode him harder; I was in control here. I’d always seen women as more submissive in sex but that was far from the truth, I had Basco curled around my finger. 

Basco’s hands came down to grip my ass, helping me rise and fall on his cock; my insides started to tighten, and I knew what was coming. I didn't want this to end yet, though. I wanted to keep riding him, keep the pleasure coming, but it was no use. Ecstasy crashed over me in a wave, and I came around him, squeezing his cock tight. Basco’s head flew back against the chair, and he gasped, cumming silently along with me. 

I let out the shaky breath I didn’t realise I was holding and collapsed against him, Basco’s head pillowed against my breasts. When I finally caught my breath, I giggled.

“So is that going in the manga?”

Basco laughed and kissed my neck.

“No, I think I’ll keep that just for me.”

“So…will we do this again?”

Basco’s hand swapped around me and hugged my ass.

“I’m not letting my muse go anywhere.”

That sent a shiver of delight down my spine.

“Sounds good to me.”

~

The next few chapters of Contrast were well received. It was jumping up the Jump ratings every week, and Basco was over the moon. Most nights, I found myself at Basco’s place. We hadn’t defined whatever this was between us, but it was clearly more than just friends with benefits. Trxie and I texted constantly. We went out dancing, went shopping—she even taught me how to buy a bra that actually fit, so I didn’t have to deal with underwires digging into my ribs anymore. If she ever wondered why I was so bad at being a girl, she never said anything. Life was as chaotic as ever, but in its own strange way, it made sense. It felt… right.

And yet, I still couldn’t shake the bitter taste whenever I thought about Keith. I missed him, how could I not, after being best friends for so long? There’s a quiet kind of pain in realising you’ve outgrown someone, in watching them stay the same while you move on. Part of me hated that he didn’t grow with me.

All in all, I was getting used to this new normal. Being female, working with Basco, having female friends who stayed just that. Masculine pride had nothing on multiple orgasms. I still had no idea what had done this to me, but I’d long stopped caring, which is why it was such a shock when the answer finally landed in my lap. More correctly, it arrived at my door. 

I was just getting ready to go out for the day with Trixie when there was a knock, and a woman I didn't recognise was on the other side. Her face was fixed in a smug grin that instantly formed into a face of confusion when she looked me up and down. 

“You’re a woman?”

“Yeah, I know,” I laughed casually, “I’m in the middle of getting my legal name changed, it’s a whole thing.”

“No, I mean, you should have changed back by now.”

Instantly, my jaw dropped. She knew?

“What do you mean, changed back?” I whispered, grabbing her by the arm and half-dragging her into my apartment. “Wait, do you know what did this to me?”

The woman nodded. “I did. Don’t you recognise me? Or do I need to put on my maid outfit?”

For a second, I was totally confused, but then something clicked. 

“The Cosplay Medic!” I cried, “The one I…was less than friendly to.”

My cheeks coloured with embarrassment as I remembered. God, I had acted like I was some sort of cosplay expert, not just to her either. I cringed thinking about it. 

“Yes, less than friendly is one way of putting it.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I cursed you, I thought experiencing what it was like to be a woman would give you some empathy and set the spell to break as soon as you learned your lesson.”

“I learned my lesson ages ago! Why are you only showing up now? And why hasn't it broken then?”

“I don’t know! I felt the magic break a few days ago. I thought this was just a formality.” 

The woman paced back and forth across the room, hands on her face with a panicked look in her eyes. I watched her, waiting for my own panic to hit, but it didn’t. In fact, the idea of being turned back now felt wrong. 

“I don't mind.” I said gently after a moment, “In fact, I really think I’d rather stay this way. So you don’t need to feel guilty. The method was a little…extreme, but I really did need to walk in somebody else's shoes for a bit.”

I laughed.

“I know a few people who could benefit from it, honestly.”

The woman gave me a dry smile. 

“You have no idea, you’re not the first.”

I decided not to mention how terrifying that was. 

“But I don't want to keep doing this if I can’t fully control it.” She muttered, “Even if you’re happy this way, the magic should have lessened enough for me to change you back and yet…”

She placed a hand on my high shoulder. “I can’t. There is only one possibility…have you slept with anybody?”

My pale cheeks turned red, and she nodded.

“So if one of the men under your spell has sex, they get stuck like this?” I gaped, “That seems like something you should warn them about.”

“No, it’s not that.” The woman bit her lip. “The only reason I can think of that you’re body is refusing to change is if…you’re pregnant.”

The whole world tilted on its side. Pregnant? As in…a baby? Me? But Basco and I were always so careful, except for that first time. My hand went to my stomach instinctively; it was still flat, but the way this woman was looking at me, it was as good as a positive pregnancy test. 

“Shit. I am so sorry.” She whispered, “I can’t…I can’t change it.”

Even if she could, I didn't think I could bring myself to let her. It was only a few little cells right now, but it was going to be a baby soon enough. Basco’s and Mine. A lump formed in my throat and refused to disappear, no matter how many times I swallowed. Basco just started a new manga, a weekly one. He was going to be working nonstop for years now; he didn’t have time for a baby. But I couldn’t just give them away. 

The cosplay curse awkwardly excused herself. I didn’t even have the emotional capacity to be angry with her as she left. I’d never had to think about the risks of unprotected sex before, at least not this risk. It hadn’t crossed my mind. Yet another little pressure to being female. I ran my fingers through my pale hair and sighed; first things first, I had to tell Basco. 

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On the trip over to his apartment, I imagined every scenario under the sun: anger, upset, joyous acceptance. All the happy options left my mind as soon as I opened the door and saw the pure chaos that was Basco’s rooms. Paper was everywhere, there was a pencil behind each of his ears, and he looked like he hadn’t slept in a week. 

“Sorry, Bianca. Now isn’t a good time.” He muttered, “I just realised a major plot hole in an upcoming arc and now I need to think of a way to rewrite it. A major plot hole in the first volume! I can’t believe I overlooked it.”

I smiled politely and let him rant; I was about to make everything so much worse. God, maybe I should wait; this was a mistake.

“I’ll…just go,” I whispered, heading for the door, my stomach felt like a ticking time bomb.

“No, sorry, Bianca, that was rude. You’re my inspiration. Having you here will probably help me focus.”

He pressed a gentle kiss to my lips, and I drank it in. It might be the last one I ever got. When Basoc pulled away, his brow was furrowed.

“Are you crying?”

I raised a hand to my cheek; I was. I hadn't even noticed. That lump in my throat grew bigger, and my breathing shook.

“I’m pregnant!” I cried, bursting into tears. “I’m so sorry, I know you don't want a kid right now, but I can’t just get rid of it!”

I sobbed into my hands; what was I going to do? I was still learning how to be a woman, now I was going to have to learn to be a mother as well. A single mother, too. Gentle hands gripped my shoulders, then traced up my arms to cup my hands and draw them away from my face. Basco was looking at me with a gentle smile. 

“Bianca, hey, it’s okay, sit down.” 

He pushed the papers off the couch to make room and sat, my hands in his.

“This isn’t what I planned. It’s not even necessarily what I want right now. But I am not going to make you do this alone.” He said gently, letting out a harsh breath. “It’s…I don’t know how to be a dad, but I do know about family and heroes, and heroes don't let the women they got pregnant raise their children alone.” 

I couldn’t help it. I giggled. 

“Does that make you the hero instead of me for once?”

“You’re the hero, Bianca.” He pressed a hand to my cheek. “What’s a good story without a plot twist here and there?”

“And this is…our story?” I asked quietly, emphasis on ‘our’. Basco nodded and placed a hand on my stomach.

“Whatever happens, I’ll be there, as much as I can. It’s not going to be perfect, I have to work a lot, I probably won't always be there, so I won't promise I will be. But Gods, I will try, Bianca, you have my word on that.”

That actually made me feel better; this wasn't some fairytale, he wasn't excited yet or promising to change his life all of a sudden to be a father. But he was going to try. That gave me more hope than anything else because it felt real. Somebody promising effort meant more to me than promising everything. Basco’s hand curled around mine, and he gave me a smile. 

“Maybe Contrast could have a family one day.” He whispered, “A hero who gets over that brooding loner life, lets love in…and has a real family.”

I nodded, “I think that could work.”

Basco kissed me on the cheek and passed over his notes and newest sketches; Contrast taking on the world with a confident smile behind her mask. If she could handle crime, I could handle this especially if Basco was here. Who knows what my life would look like by the time KaCon rolled around again, but I knew one thing, it was going to be very different from last year.