Eternal Summer

Sam drives differently now that he is a woman. Leg up. Leaning back. He had always been pretty shy and reserved. But that changed when he got the virus at the end of senior year. Now he's way more easy going. Way more.

I can't believe it was only two months ago. In many ways, nothing has changed. In many way, everything has changed.

"Where are we going, Summer?"

"You'll see."

"Kayaking? I can't today."

"We aren't going kayaking."

"I'm serious, I have to practice soccer today. It's prep for university. I only have an hour to hang and then I need to go home and train."

"You're not going. I've made plans for us."

When I visted Sam in the hospital, when he was in the New Female Containment Unit behind thick sheets of plastic and industrial air purifiers, before they finally eased restrictions, I think we both thought thought our summer would be ruined. But once the health organizations determined the virus wasn't airborn, things opened up.

In many ways nothing has changed. We've gone kayaking by the river and drinking. We've graffitied the overpass. We've played video games. Sam is the same person. Except a week ago he insisted I call him Summer.

"Hey Sam!"

"You still can't remember my name can you? It's "Summer" — now help me with this kayak."

Sam was a big guy. His dad was a big guy — but his mom was a slight thing, and I suppose the mother's traits dominate when the virus takes over. Sam always kicked my butt when we would race kayaks, but now I'm winning handlily.

"Fuck, dude. Look at this. I use to be able to do pull ups all day. Now I can barely do one."

I laughed and try not to look. Summer doesn't wear a bra ever.

It's a little disconcerting to see nothing left of my friend except his eyes, a faint resemblance in the face — in a way that is alluring, the female version of Sam in it's total manifestation — and his tattoos — as if they were reapplied to a female perfectly.

I tried to look away. Those breasts. . .

"Jesus, dude. Will you buy a bra already? Please. Do it for me?"

"Ha ha ha, never. They're too feminine for me I think. I'd feel funny about it. It would be total surrender. What next? High heels? No thank you — I say no bras!"

I guess I can't complain.

Lately I've been stealing glances.

"Do you like my new yoga top?"

"Sam, come on. I'm supposed to be improving flexibility for training. Not looking at your tits."

"But you want to, don't you? I don't mind."

"Shut up."

"They keep getting bigger. When do you think they'll stop growing?"

"I said "Shut up"."

At some point a week and a half ago he stopped picking on me about his tits.

But there's something that changed in his glances.

Something that gives me goosebumps.

Likely it's just me, but it feels like something has changed in the air.

"Are you going to help me with my kayak?"

"Sure."

"Seriously, why are we going to the drug store?"

"I need to buy some condoms."

"What?!"

"You heard me."

"Why?"

"Why do you think?"

My mouth fell open. "You've met someone?"

She nodded quietly, her eyes on the road.

"Who?"

"Oh, he's cool you'll like him. I saw his cock in gym class all the time. I mean, I didn't like cocks back then, but now I'm obsessed. I'm positively gay for his cock and I want it deep inside of me."

I bit the inside of my lip. It boggled my mind. My friend was a woman. I think it hadn't really hit me until now. My own cock lurched a bit in my short when she said this.

"I can't believe this. Do you seriously want to get fucked?"

"It's time. I honestly can't stop thinking about it. I mean, this cock is beautiful. I want to use the head to spread my lips wide, impale my fucking pussy on it, and ride it until it creams in the head of the condom."

"God. That's so graphic."

"I used to be a guy. Sorry I didn't use grandma terminology for you. Sue me."

I scoffed. "So have you been. . . ?"

"I touch myself until my nipples get hard. I make a little v with my fingers and start along my lips. Honestly, do the same and lightly stroke your balls next time you are naked - that's exactly what my lips feels like, except my cock is gone and I have a pussy flowering between my lips and my balls have pulled into my body as my new ovaries. But do it. Stroke so slowly and lightly, a finger tip on either side. Stroke and imagine how dripping wet you would be in the center if you were a woman."

"Okay."

"I touch myself like that until I can't stand it. Then I dive into my wetness. Usually I watch in the mirror. I take off my clothes. Sometimes I dress up. You know how I told you my parent's were so embarrassed by me changing they just gave me one of those cash gift cards and told me to buy a new wardrobe?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I guess that started me thinking about it. Seeing myself in feminine clothes. And then I was watching porn, and gradually I stopped focusing so much on what the women were doing to the men."

"Why?"

"Because I have a pussy. And it really wants to be stuffed."

"But you mentioned buying clothes. . . your clothes are hardly feminine besides cut offs. You could hardly call it a wardrobe. Plus, we've been kayaking and hanging out, when did you have time?"

"I have time at night. After I take a shower. I shop and then it gets me really hot and I simply have to start touching myself. My clit heats up so nicely. It begs to be touched."

"Should we be talking about this?"

"Why not? It's so much better than a cock. It twists my little mind. Eventually it's all I can do but to stick a finger or to in and fuck myself to orgasm after orgasm."

"Jesus."

"You said it. Sometimes three fingers. . . We're here!"

We walked into the store. I followed behind her, flummoxed and shaking my head.

"So who is the lucky guy?"

She turned over her shoulder and laughed.

"The guy who is checking out my ass."

She lifted her skirt.

God, Summer's panties. Her ass. Her words.

"Be serious."

"I am serious. You've been checking out my ass. A lot lately. Admit it."

I had seen her topless, but I thought that was just a friendly extention of our usual palling around — and admission that nothing had really changed.

"But. . . I have to go to practice."

"No. We have to practice. Come on, you totally want to fuck me. And I want to fuck you. Badly."

My cock was filling with blood. My mind was moving in a million directions and I was getting a hard on in the store. I practically hobbled behind her.

"Ah, the "Family Planning" section. I always thought the name of this section was funny. "Family Planning". . . and yet — I'm getting condoms because I don't want your kid. Well, at least not yet."

Not yet? WTF?

"You need Magnum, right?" Summer looked down at my shorts. "Yeah," she giggled, "definitely."

"Look, I'm not sure this is a good idea. I mean, you're technically still contageous. They said some of the people who have changed keep traces of the virus for five months."

"Yeah, but that's why we are getting condoms. They're totally effective." She leaned down, her tits hanging in her dress, and swept the entire row of condom boxes into a basket. "60 should be enough to start."

My cock swelled.

"But condoms aren't always effective."

"Oh, we'll be careful. Besides, don't you want to touch them?

Holy fuck.

"Don't pull those out in the store!"

"Why not? Rules are dumb. Everyone is so up their asses about dumb things like nudity, sex, propriety. Look at the fucking world — we have worse problems. I'm beginning to think worrying about a little titty is our way of avoiding our real problems."

"But. . ."

Summer frowned.

"Do you know how much guts it took to tell you this?"

"I, uh. . . "

"I want to fuck you. I want to be your girlfriend this summer. I want your cock in my mouth all summer. In my pussy. . . it's so tight. My panties are positively dripping right now."

"Fuck."

"Then when we go to university in a month I'll meet up with you there. I want you to be the guy who makes me into a woman for real. I want to be one. I want to be one for you. I like you. I like who you are. You've stood by my side through all of this and I would absolutely go down on my knees for you for it. I'd take you down my throat. I've thought about it and I'd swallow every drop."

I gulped. "Sam. . ."

"The good parts of Sam are not going away. But I've changed. I see how you look at me. It must be conflicting. What I'm asking you is to see my essence and your essence as something beyond what form we are in. Isn't that the most true thing? Don't you feel that sort of life force within you?"

"Maybe."

"It doesn't matter if tomorrow you are blasted into an eagle's body. Or you dissopate into atoms. I like you. I like being around you. And now that I'm a woman, I like it even more. I can appreciate you even more. And we can keep appreciating each other more and more. You aren't some stranger to me. Many people couple with people they barely know and then, in the fog of chemicals, they commit, cross their fingers and hope it works out. But I know you. I want to know you forever, whatever happens. So let's just try this."

"But what if something happens and I change?"

"Oh, you would be a lovely woman. You would be a lovely anything. You are such a good person already. Does it matter what form you would be in?"

"I don't know."

"I think about your beautiful raven-haired mother. Her creamy skin. Her amazing tits. You'd have all of that to look forward to. You'd be much hotter than me, and men would want to fuck your brains out. You should let them."

"I mean, have you ever thought about it? How big would your tits be? How loudly would you moan? I think it would scare you at first. How much pleasure you are having. I don't think you are a person who allows yourself to surrender. But you would learn. You would learn on someone's thick cock, just like I'm about to learn on yours. You'd be way more feminine than I am in the end. You'd be completely lost. I think you wouldn't regret a moment if you were infected. You'd be the girliest girl. I bet at the end of it, you would teach me how to do my make up and join you. Still, the chance is low."

I smiled a bit. The thought was still incredibly frightening but also a little arousing. I tucked my cock into my pants and thought of a clever retort. "Perhaps, but then we wouldn't be together."

"Who says? You're my best friend. I'm not afraid of sharing you with the world. I would totally be your lesbian lover. I'd lick your pussy and scissor you. We could buy a long dildo and share it between ourselves. We could go shopping together. But. . . "

"But what?"

"I would also want to be in the room when you are fucked by a man. I want to see your face absolutely confused and enraptured with the new feminine pleasure you are receiving from a big fat cock. I want to see you blushing as you take it and know that your best friend is watching and touching herself."

"Hmmm."

"I like thinking about it. Sometimes I touch myself and think about it. But we will be safe. If anything happens, it will be an accident, and we will find a way. All that said, I think I prefer nothing happening and having that dick all to myself for awhile."

I nodded.

"I'm going to swipe the gift card and buy all of these condoms. And I expect you to use everyone one of them on me, do you understand."

"Yes."

"Also. . . "

"What?"

"I bought something for you."

"What?"

"I'll show you when we get home."

"Are you ready to be fucked like you've never been fucked before? You'll have to pop my cherry, and I know that's going to hurt, but I want it. I'm in heat. I'm surrendering to my total femininity, and I'm directing it all toward you. You have no idea what's ahead of you big guy. Hurry up. Peel these panties off my ass and climb on and take me. I'm ready to be fucked." 

Summer licks her lips. Her massive tits swing like delicoius udders. She's not taking off her heels. I'm rock hard at the way she speaks to me. I'm rock hard at the way she moves. She just put a condom on my cock with her teeth. And she didn't look at all like Sam when she did it. She looked absolutely feral, a vision of pure femininity, as she wagged her ass back and forth in anticipation.

She moans and whispers. "Summer's ready for you."