The Bachelorette Party — Part 1

I really enjoyed writing this one. One, there's a boat. :D An adventure, a foreign trip, and two friends forced to explore the world in an entirely new way beyond a mere trip. Can you imagine being somewhere else in another body? The opportunity to be someone completely different there? Who would you be? 

More parts are coming. Please enjoy The Bachelorette Party — B.L. Quick

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My best friend Ethan's fiance Amber was untrusting and insecure. Ethan knew it. I knew it. I think Amber knew it, too, in that sort of unapologetic "I'm going to be the bitch I want to be" impolite bravado that characterized much of the current dating pool.

Ethan didn't raise much of a fuss about Amber's controlling nature, which basically meant he allowed himself to be treated poorly. I didn't respect him for that. Neither did Amber. Our bachelor trip was likely to be the last happy weekend of Ethan's life.

Of course Amber's decision for our bachelor trip sealed the judgement.

"You are both taking gender change pills and going as women or you are not going. PERIOD. I know what happens on these trips."

Ethan called me the night before we went and told me the news. I had been single for a year because I realized a. I had many projects I wanted to do and b. I was miserable and fractured of attention about six months into any relationship. I felt I owed myself a year or two off from the whole standard charade.

"I'm not doing that Ethan."

"Then we aren't going to Montenegro."

I sighed. "Ethan, you need to stand up for yourself."

"Please. Please just do it for me."

The one good thing about Ethan and I is we have fun no matter where we go. Amber was a dumb bitch if she thought pussies between our thighs would stop us from having a great time.

We met these guys Rick and Tom around lunchtime. We were strolling the docks, daintily licking gelato. We had just been talking about the night before.

"Did you get yourself off yet?" Ethan giggled.

"Yeah, of course. In the shower."

"I thought your shower went kind of long. How was it?"

"It was interesting. . . "

I pushed my thighs together. Interesting.

Rick and Tom have an amazing boat. Yeah, they're obviously trying to hit on us, but why would we say no? Ethan and I can take care of ourselves. Besides, I want my friend to have the greatest bachelor party of his life before he enters prison.

That's right Amber, we're on a boat and you're hanging out with your bitch friends — each one of you no doubt pretending to listen while you think up the next innane thing to say. There's nothing weird about four guys on a boat — even if two of the guys don't know the other two were guys two days ago.

No, Ethan is Elsie and I am Danielle. Nice to meet you.

Just to get you up to speed: 

I, Danielle, have spent most of this seafaring journey up front discussing the technical aspects of this vessel with Rick. He's an impressive guy. He was an air force pilot, started a private company, made hundreds of millions, and now he's on a yearlong sailing trip. Lucky guy. But I started to drift from the conversation when I turned around and saw. . .

Hmmm.

I don't like that look on Ethan's face.

Something is going on. And I can't just stand up and pull him away from Tom. Keep cool. Ethan is just playing around. Isn't he?

Oh fuck! Is he really putting his foot near Tom's cock. What the fuck.

He doesn't look like himself. No, it's not just because he's Elsie. It's his movements. Literally twenty minutes ago he was walking with his unmistakeable gait. Now he looks positively feminine.

I turn around for twenty minutes and when I turn back Ethan is someone else?! WTF.

OMG. OMG OMG! Ethan is kissing Tom. With his tongue.

"You seem worried about your friend."

"Uh. . . "

"Tom is a nice guy, Danielle. He'll take care of her."

"That's good."

"We'll stop in port soon," Rick whispered, a little too close to me.

I nodded. "I think that's a good idea."

IN PORT

"Will you tell me what the hell is going on, Elsie?"

Elsie walked over swaying his hips alluringly. "I think I like Tom."

"Like Tom? That doesn't make sense."

"I know. It doesn't make sense to me either but I do. I really like Tom."

I shook my head.

"Dan. I mean, Danielle. I need you to be my wingman."

"Your wingman!"

"Yeah, like old times. I want him."

My face scrunched up in confusion. "Want him?"

"Yeah. This is my bachelorette party and I think I want to take advantage of it."

Did he really just say bachelorette?

"I want Tom. I want him inside of me. I want him in my pussy. Badly. Just keep Rick occupied for me."

When Ethan said pussy a jolt shot through mine. This was real. All of this was real. Ethan gave me the biggest puppy dog eyes with Elsie's form. He gazed into mine. Though his eyes were the same, the look he gave me was one of pure femininity. It scared me.

I nodded. "Okay, Elsie. I'll be your wingman. I know this is your party." Besides, it makes me happy to know Amber would hate this.

Elsie squeeled. "Oh you're the best!"

"But I'm not falling on the grenade for you. This is your desire, not mine. And remember, you can't let him come inside of you. If you do that the pills will lock you in."

Elsie bit her lip. "Okay. I will be careful."

TWO HOURS LATER

Oh shit, Ethan. Hurry. Hurry! Please sit on his cock — and please please I hope he comes fast! I can't keep distracting Rick. This has all gotten out of hand.

Fuck. Out of hand? I've been giving him a handjob for 15 minutes just so you can have your little dream. He's absolutely engorged and now his precum is dripping down his cock onto my fingers.

This was a stupid fucking idea and I should have never agreed to it. If Amber could see you now she would be absolutely livid and I would agree with her. This is insanity!

That's right. Just sit down and then have your little joy ride.

"Do you want to hop on?" whispers Rick.

"(Ahem) Let me do this just a little while longer. I like this."

Ethan! I've got another man's cock in my hand just so you can get your little ovaries off. I hope you appreciate this! Now hurry. Please!

God, Ethan wasted no time once she got him inside. . .

Look at her go. . . 

She looks lost. . . and the sounds coming from her mouth. . . they're making me blush. 

We have pussies. It didn't settle in quite as much until Ethan took his place on Tom's thick cock. I watch Ethan pleasing his pussy, settling his plump little ass down, coating Tom's cock in his juices, moaning in the throes of his very first fucks as a woman. 

I'm getting wet. My pussy coating itself in my feminine juices, preparing itself. My clit is peeking to attention from my folds. 

Rick is watching Elsie go and he must like what he's seeing, too — his cock is swelling in my hand. I turn to watch my feminine fingers pumping him and almost forget I'm watching my own hand. It makes me stroke more sensually: more like how I would want to see a woman stroke my cock. 

He moans and swells more. He's big.

Something inside of me aches. I have no name for it. It's the first time I've ever felt it. All I know is it's a problem. 

To be continued.