Getting Comfortable

"Hey, Jake."

"Hey, Mike!"

"Um. It's Mia."

"Oh, sorry. You finally settled on a new name?"

"I'm trying this one out."

"Mia is nice. How's it going, Mia?"

"Not so well. My dad has been acting really weirded out since I changed."

"Well, he knew this was an option since you were a kid. Everyone knows this happens. It's just luck of the draw who changes and who doesn't."

"I know. But it doesn't make it any easier. It's not only my dad. My mom has been trying to convince me to go shopping with her the last few days. I can tell she's excited about it. Like she's glad to finally have a daughter."

"And you don't want to go shopping?"

"I don't know. I go to college in a month. But I only changed three weeks ago."

"But. . . "

"Don't even say it. Yes, I know this is forever. But it's just: I haven't decided yet what kind of woman I want to be yet. Half of my friends won't even talk to me and I feel like everyone else is pushing me to make some decision about the rest of my life. I wish everyone would just give me some fucking time."

"Hey, come on. Don't cry." He wrapped his arms around me and I sniffled into his shoulder. I've been so emotional since the change. It's my body adjusting to the new hormones. Jake's literally been the only friend who has stuck around, he practically checks on my every day. And he never looks at my boobs weird or averts his eyes. It's like it always was, only he's much sweeter to me. I think he knows how hard this has been on me.

"And I feel bad Jake. A month ago we were playing tackle football in the street. Now look at me! We can't do any of the stuff we used to do?"

He rested his hand on the back of my head. "Oh, come on. I'm your best friend and always will be. You're going to figure out who you are and I'm going to be here to help any way I can. And I'm pretty sure we can still play tackle football."

"I just want to feel like myself."

"And you will. But you can't rush it. Just ignore the idiots who are expecting you to make some decision. Most of them don't even know who the hell they are anyway. Explore. You have a whole life to figure out who you are, just like everyone else. Okay?"

I looked up at him sheepishly. "Okay." He stroked my hair. I looked into his eyes. Jake always knew how to make things better. He settled a strong hand on my shoulder and squeezed. I could feel my nipples poking into my shirt. Lately, I've enjoyed how he rubs my back and tells me things will be okay. The line between our usual behavior has shifted since I changed, and I can't even remember when it was crossed.

"I mean, maybe the best thing you could do is try to get comfortable in your body before you decide how to present yourself to the world. Have you even stopped to enjoy what your new body can do?"

I sighed. "Probably not as much as I should."

"Well, then change that. You have to accept yourself first. You have to be comfortable."

"Comfortable." I nodded and bit my lip and took a breath.

"Comfortable." Jake repeated. Filling the air one last time before a long uncomfortable silence began to take its place. We sat frozen, his hand on my shoulder. I could feel a faint warmth begin to seep from the tight new folds between my thighs. My cheeks flushed into a deep blush.

"No one is home, Jake."

"Excuse me?"

"No one is home. And they won't be until this evening."

There was a silence. His eyes locked onto mine. Oh god, what was I doing?

"I don't understand."

"I think you do understand. And maybe you could help me try to get comfortable."

His mouth opened in shock. "But, Mike. . . "

"Mia." I brushed my hair from my eyes. "My name is Mia. At least for the moment."

"Mia. Just look at this ass you've got!"

I laughed, trying to comprehend the sensations; feeling the tip of his cock settled into my pussy. Any more of it and I knew the breath would be knocked out of me. I looked in the mirror. Jake insisted we set it up and that I watch - so there would be no denying my form, who I was, who I had become. I squeezed the new muscles within, trying to grip the head of his cock, trying to comprehend how it would feel going in.

"If I were you, I would go shopping with your mom and get the tightest yoga pants I could." He started smacking my butt back and forth. "You always liked playing female characters on video games. Now you get to walk around and have this bounce back and forth."

I laughed. He was right. At the same time I wanted to wince at the way he was handling me. I was thinking of how Jake used to lightly smack my butt after a good football play. Now, in its new form, my ass was getting all of his attention - and I didn't mind. Why did it feel so fucking good to have it spanked? I tried to giggle again at what he was saying, but suddenly it felt too good. I moaned.

Hearing that sound come from my throat was all he needed. He pulled me back into his cock. Oh, yes! He was deep inside of me. I could feel the euphoria collecting in my tits. This was the closest I would come to ever having a cock again. I tried to laugh again. I could try to play this off like it's all in good fun, but it's hard to fight the overwhelming need to be fucked. Only one thrust into my female life and I suddenly want this all of the time. To bend over and be taken. To have my pussy used. I can only laugh at myself for wanting this so bad. But I want it. My pussy wants it. Over and over. I can already tell by how Jake's handling me that he is going to fuck my brains out. I look at the woman in the mirror, knowing it is me, desperately wanting to watch her new body be ravaged. Fucked. Knowing she will be completely.

Jake's winding up. Using my hips and hourglass figure to pull me into him, settling his hands on my lucious ass, hitting that spot deep within me. Fuck tackle football. This is going to be our new contact sport for the summer. My pussy is ready to take a beating. My laughs are steadily dissolving into moans. My parents won't be home for three hours. We have plenty of time play. And we have one month before we go to college. We should use it getting comfortable.

I squeeze again around the fullness inside of me, already knowing Jake and his huge cock are going to play a major role in deciding what kind of woman I will become. I'm starting to feel giddy. I know that later this evening I'm going to borrow my dad's car and go shopping. I can't wait to see Jake's face tomorrow when I answer the door wearing yoga pants. And a bra.