I'm Brendon, a fourteen-year-old guy just starting at a new school. My father changed jobs and we moved to a new state. We live in the suburbs of a major city.

On my first day I met Chris, who became my first new friend. He sat next to me in my first hour class and we hit it off well. We were in different classes the rest of the day, so we agreed to have lunch together, since we were scheduled for the same lunch period.

Chris and I had a lot of similar interests, and I was glad to find that he lived just a street over from me. That made it easy for us to hang out together after school.

During my first week I met others as well, but Chris turned out to be special. On Saturday Chris hit me with a big surprise.

"Next week I'll be my girl-self," he said.

"What the hell?" I asked, "What are you talking about?"

"I'm gender-fluid," Chris explained, "I switch between girl and boy each week."

"Why would you do that?" I asked, absolutely stunned.

"I like being a boy and I like being a girl," Chris said, "So I switch every week."

"So you're a cross-dresser?" I asked.

"Technically yes, but I'm not playing 'dress up' for some kinky purpose," Chris explained, "It's an expression of who I really am."

"This is a lot to take in," I said, "I'm not sure I really understand this."

"All I ask is that you give it a chance," Chris said, "And not be too quick to judge."

"I'll try," I said, "But I've never run into this before."

"Thanks," Chris said, "If you would like to meet my other self, you can come by tomorrow."

"Okay," I said, "I'll do that."

This was really weird. I wondered if Chris was one of those people with multiple personality disorder or something entirely different. He seemed to be okay, and I liked him so far, so I decided to go along and see how things developed.

The next day I stop by his house and rang the doorbell. Instead of a boy answering I was greeted by a really hot looking babe. She had shoulder length brown hair and wore a really pretty dress.

"Come on in," she said.

"Is Chris here?" I asked.

"I'm Chris," she said, and grinned as my jaw dropped. She had the voice of a girl and sure looked like a girl, "But you can call me Christine."

"But you look so ..." I said.

"Feminine?" she said.

"Yes," I agreed, "You don't look or sound anything like the Chris from last week."

"Why thank you," she said, "I'm very flattered, but I am Chris, perhaps a little different, but the same person."

"Wow!" I said, "I gotta tell you that you look really good to me!"

Christine gave me a cola and we talked for a while – it took me a few minutes to get used to the idea that this hot babe was the same person as the boy I was with last week.

"Ok," I said, "I get that you are switching back and forth, but what gender are you REALLY?"

"Well, if by 'really' you are talking about what's between my legs," Christine said, "I'm a boy, but this week I'm a girl in all other respects."

"I'm afraid this may take a while to sink in for me." I said.

Christine suggested that we watch a movie, so we sat on the couch together and found one on the TV. We started out with some distance between us, but Christine gradually slipped closer and closer to me. Before long she was next to me, and I couldn't escape the sexy smell of her perfume.

I had to admit that Christine made a really convincing girl but is made me nervous to be sitting so close. The truth is I would be nervous sitting this close to a real girl, so I honestly didn't know what exactly was causing my nervousness.

"Christine," I said, "You not only look and smell like a girl, you sound like a girl too – how'd you do that?"

"Practice," she said, "A boy's voice comes from lower – from the throat – but I gradually raised it up and worked at enough for it to become natural – you like?"

"It's very convincing," I said, "And yes, I do like."

I wasn't about to admit it, but that wasn't all I liked about Christine. I knew Christine was really a boy, but I sure looked the beautiful girl sitting next to me. The truth is that my cock was rock hard, and I didn't want to admit it to myself. It was affecting my judgement – I knew that, but I tried to play it cool. I shifted as I sat so Christine wouldn't see the bulge in my pants.

I noticed that my breathing was a little different too. I hoped that Christine wouldn't notice when she said, "You alright?"

"Sure, why not?" I replied, trying to hide my uneasiness.

"I think I'm making you nervous," she said. She was much more perceptive than anticipated.

"I suppose a little," I admitted.

"The truth is that I'm not accustomed to being around girls," I said, "especially really pretty girls."

Christine smiled and said, "That's very flattering – you seem to have a way with girls."

"Christine," I said, "I think things have changed."

"Ya think?" she said, smirking.

"I mean between us!" I said.

"In a good way, I hope," Christine said.

"I'm confused," I said, "I'm trying to keep an open mind, but this is so much to take in."

"Maybe this is enough for one day," replied Christine, "I'll see you at school and hope we can still be friends."

"I think so," I said, "At least I hope so." The truth is, I was damned confused and didn't know what to think.

I returned home with my head spinning. I had no idea what to think. I desired Christine – no question about it. I was completely straight, yet I was aroused by just thinking about a girl who wasn't really a girl!

I went to bed early, hoping some sleep would clear my mind. The next morning I felt calmer and decided that I would just treat Christine like a sister – I'd never have the hots for a sister, so that should work out.

When I got to school and saw Christine, I was relieved that her attire was more subdued, but still clearly feminine. I faced Christine and said, "I apologize for yesterday – I was really confused. You are my friend and I want to keep it that way."

"No problem," replied Christine, "I need a good friend."

We went to our first class and I was surprised that nobody acted differently toward Christine – I guess they were used to her gender switching. It was going to take a little longer for me to adjust.

After first hour we went to different classes. As I watched Christine walk away down the hall, I couldn't help but notice her ass rolling as she walked – damn that was hot! I had to stop myself – you don't think that about your sister!

We had lunch together as usual and Christine asked, "Am I still troubling you?"

"You aren't troubling me at all," I said, "I'm just starting to get the hang of this!"

"You mean you're alright with me like this?" she asked.

"I really like you like this," I said, "But you can be very distracting."

Christine giggled and said, "Fair enough – I'll try to tone it down!"

After lunch we went to our afternoon classes, and I was gradually beginning to adjust to the Christine as a girl. Each day was a little easier, and in a few days, I thought I had the hang of the brother-sister thing, and was no longer so distracted by her femininity.

So I thought, anyway. On Saturday I went to see Christine at her house – I had to talk to her.

"I resolved to treat you like my sister so I wouldn't be so distracted," I confessed to her.

"How did that work for you?" she asked.

"At first pretty well, but now I'm not so sure." I admitted.

"How so?" Christine asked.

I struggled with what to say – I was so conflicted. I just couldn't think of her as a sister any more. Finally, I blurted out, "I want to kiss you."

Christine approached me and put her arms around me. Looking up, she brought her lips to mine and we kissed. It was electrifying, and I knew I didn't want Christine to be like a sister to me! I put my arms around her waist and pulled her close, and her hips pressed to mine. My cock was hard again and she was pressing up against me.

"I can tell you're glad to be with me," she said.

"Very glad," I agreed. I reached up an put a hand on her breast, knowing they weren't real, but they sure looked good. I'd never felt real breasts before, and didn't know what to expect, but they didn't feel like plastic. I heard Christine take a deep breath as I felt her, making me wonder even more. Christine unbuttoned her blouse and opened it up, exposing a pretty blue lace bra.

"You feel real!" I exclaimed.

"Real as can be," replied Christine, as she pulled the bra away exposing real breasts. They were small, but very lovely, and completely real! She leaned closer and brought a nipple to my mouth. I kissed it and sucked gently as Christine moaned with delight. I sucked harder and she wrapped her arms around my head, pulling me tight to her bosom. After a few minutes she said, "Time to do the other one – equal time!"

I sucked the other nipple and she held me close once again. After a while she pulled back and grabbed my hard cock through my pants and said, "I sure don't want to be like a sister to you!"

I was helpless to resist as she squeezed me tightly. As if in a trance, I watched as she unzipped me and took my cock out and sucked me into her mouth. I couldn't believe what was happening to me, but just went with it. I was completely out of control and soon came in her mouth.

I looked at Christine in wonder as my cock emptied into her pretty mouth and she swallowed. I fell back and landed sitting on the couch, panting to catch my breath.

I closed my eyes for a bit, and when I opened them Christine was sitting beside me, smiling beautifully. "I guess you're not my sister any more," I said.

"Definitely not," she said.

"So where do we go from here?" I asked.

"Maybe you can work that out next week with my brother," she said.

"You're going back to boy mode again?" I asked.

"Just for the week," she said, "Time for you to go back home and prepare for next week."

I left, my head spinning from all that happened. I agonized that Christine was going back to being a boy next week.

My head was pretty messed up the rest of the weekend. I didn't visit Chris on Sunday because I was struggling to get my head around the fact that the girl I almost had sex with was a guy. I suppose some would say I DID have sex with her, since I sucked her nipples and she sucked me off, but I felt more comfortable calling it an "almost".

The truth is that without question I was attracted to the Christine, which was kind of alright, but I was afraid I would also be attracted to the Chris, which wasn't alright.

Throughout Sunday I just tried to put the image of Christine completely out of my head, and perhaps pretend that my intimacy with Christine never happened.

On Monday morning when I saw Chris, I breathed a sigh of relief that all was back to normal. Before our first hour we talked, and I said I really had to talk with him at lunch. He agreed, and we started our class. As we left our first hour class, I watched Chris walk away and he clearly didn't walk like a girl – there was nothing about his walk or his jeans that made me like his ass. It didn't look like there was anything about Chris that tempted me in the least.

At lunch time Chris smiled and said, "Okay, what's weighing heavily on your mind?"

"I had a really nice time with you on Saturday," I began, "I mean – with Christine."

"That was really me," Chris affirmed, "And I enjoyed it as well."

"Well, your switching back and forth is kind of messing up my mind," I said.

"I'm sure not trying to mess with your mind," replied Chris, "I'm just being who I am."

"Are you gay?" I asked.

"No," he said, "Why would you think that?"

"What we did on Saturday sure isn't what any straight guy would do," I explained, "Especially what you did for me!"

"You were with a girl on Saturday," Chris corrected, "A straight girl."

"But it was YOU!" I insisted.

"Yes, it was me," agreed Chris, "But it was my girl self."

"I don't get how you can really go from being a boy to a girl just by changing your clothes," I said.

"It's more than that," Chris explained, "I change my mind as well – how I think and such."

"You mean you have multiple personalities," I asked, "Like a schizophrenic person?"

"No nothing quite like that, but there is a mental transition I go through to actually take on the persona of a girl – to think and feel like a girl."

"So it's not the clothes?" I asked.

"Well, the clothes help," Chris stated, "They aren't necessary, but I really prefer them."

"So you could be Christine right now, dressed as a boy?" I asked.

"Yes," agreed Chris, "But I generally wouldn't – that can get complicated and if I did it might really mess with your mind!"

"I'll bet," I said, "But you remember every detail about Saturday – including what you did?"

"Of course I do," Chris said, "And I remember it very fondly – it was my first time for that, and kind of like a first date."

"No regrets?" I asked.

"None," Chris affirmed, "And I hope that Christine can continue being a very special friend to you."

"I'm having a difficult time handling it," I admitted, "And it seems best to just forget it ever happened."

Chris looked hurt but said nothing. "Is that wrong of me?" I asked.

"Maybe not," Chris said, "You have to do what you have to, so you can cope and keep your sanity, but I was hoping for something else."

"What else?" I asked.

"Well, maybe it's silly of me," Chris began, "But I was hoping that you would remember it fondly and look forward to continuing – but maybe that's expecting too much."

"Chris," I replied, "I like you both ways, but differently in each. Give me some time to work through all this – it's difficult for me to deal with."

"Fair enough," agreed Chris, "We'll just take one day at a time – I hope our friendship will develop in wonderful new ways."

The next day was like old times, but on Wednesday at lunch I said, "I've stopped trying to forget about last Saturday."

"Oh, what changed?" asked Chris.

"I just realized that I can't forget such a wonderful time, and I do want to continue – but not with you," I explained.

"Not with me?" asked Chris, a little bewildered.

"Well, not with Chris," I clarified, "I want to be with girl Christine – I'm just seeing her as a different person entirely."

"That's a nice way to look at it," Chris replied, now smiling and very pleased with this development.

I was beginning to adjust to Chris (and Christine) in a way that seemed much better now, and it seemed better for the next two days. I can't say that it seemed at all normal – I was living a life that few would even believe, but I now saw Chris in a much better way.

I saw Chris as by close friend and Christine as much more than that. I knew at a fundamental level that Christine was really a boy, but I really wanted to be with her, and didn't want to wait for Sunday.

Friday at lunch I decided to see if I could be with Christine sooner and said, "I know that you normally change genders on Sunday,"

"Yes, that's my normal routine," she agreed.

"I was wondering if you could change tonight," I asked.

"Why?" Chris responded.

"I really want to be with Christine sooner, and want to take her out.

"You want to take me out on a date?" Chris asked.

"As Christine," I clarified.

"Brendon, dear," replied Chris, "I'll do that if you like, but you need to realize that I can't stay that way."

"I like that," I said, "So will you be Christine for me tonight – I'll be happy with however much Christine you can give me."

"I'd be Christine for you right now if I could," he said, "But yes, did you want to go out for dinner?"

"That sounds good," I said, "But I don't have a lot of money."

"I don't expect you to take me to any place fancy," Chris said, "Let's go to Denny's."

I agreed and looked forward to kissing Christine once again.

I was thrilled to be going out on my first date – a lot of guys my age only dream about that. I wished that I was a little older though, so I could drive, but fortunately we have great public transit, so we'll take a bus to the shopping mall. There is a Denny's across from it, and a movie theater where I planned to take Christine. It's not the coolest of dates, but it would have to do for now.

I arrived at Christine's house at 6pm that night and she looked amazing! For a moment I felt like I just wanted to rip her clothes off, but then calmed myself – this was no way for a decent guy to be. I'll treat her well, and she'll do the same for me.

I kissed her, and we walked to the bus stop. As we walked I felt Christine's hand grasp mine, and we walked holding hands – and I felt a rush of excitement. Holding hands with her was such a simple thing, but it really felt wonderful to me – I never had imagined that a girl would do this to me.

"I like holding hands," I said.

"Me too," agreed Christine, "After all, we are beyond being casual friends."

Yes, we were definitely beyond that – but was Christine becoming my girlfriend, or just a girl who is a friend? I knew which one I wanted it to be and would try to make it happen.

We entered Denny's and were seated. As we looked at the menu, I said, "I really like your breasts, but was surprised that you have them."

"Oh those small things," she replied, "I've been taking female hormones for a couple of years and was hoping they would be larger.

"They seem like a perfect size to me," I said, "I really don't like those big bazookas."

"I'm glad you like them," Christine replied, "But I hope they get bigger."

"A little bigger would be okay," I agreed, "But please don't get a boob job – I think all natural is the best. Why aren't they noticeable when you are Chris?"

"I bind my breasts buy wrapping cloth around my chest," she said, And I wear a loose shirt, so nothing shows."

What else do the female hormones do to you?" I asked.

"A number of nice things," Christine explained, "They soften my skin, round my hips, soften my voice. Oh, and they also shrink my boy parts"

"Make them smaller?" I asked, with astonishment, "Why would you want to do that?"

"It's a natural consequence of femininization," she replied, "And I want to be as girly as possible."

"Are you gonna have surgery and get it cut off?" I asked.

"No," she said quite definitely, "I like being a boy sometimes, though I do like being a girl even more. I may be a lot smaller now, but I definitely like the convenience of standing up to pee – especially outdoors."

We ordered dinner and continued to talk. I liked being with Christine so much it was really easy to forget about Chris. I knew that I wanted her to be my girlfriend, but I didn't want to rush things.

After dinner we went to the movie theater, selected a movie and bought tickets. We went to the viewing room and sat a little over half way back, behind everyone who was there. I wanted us to have some privacy. Christine continued to hold my hand and I leaned over and kissed her.

We made out during the movie, and to me, Christine was a girl in every way. As we kissed my hand slipped under her skirt. I was expecting her to move my hand away or to press her legs together, but to my surprise she spread her knees apart – clearly a green light.

I loved the soft feel of her inner thighs and gradually moved my hand further up, until I touched her soft panties. Running my finger across the front of her panties I felt a small bulge and backed off. For a moment I didn't quite know what to do. My desire for Christine was without doubt, so why was I hesitating. What I felt was Christine, and if I didn't accept it I was nothing but a hypocrite.

I realized that Christine was looking at me, as if wondering what I would do next. More than anything I CARED about Christine, so I moved my fingers back to her little bulge, and massaged it, feeling it grow. She pulled to me, kissing me deeply, as if to say "Well done!"

Next Christine completely surprised me by reaching under her skirt, lifting a bit and removing her panties. Slipping them over her feet, she handed them to me. I was stunned and wasn't quite sure what to do. "That's an invitation, silly boy," she whispered to me.

I put her panties in my pants pocket and resumed kissing her. I slipped my hand under her skirt and moved back up. I knew that without panties I'd come directly in contact what the part of Christine that made me nervous.

I brushed my fingers across her and she seemed to kiss me with greater interest. I took her between my fingers and gently squeezed and it was like I was turning up the volume on her passion! She put arms around me and kissed me more passionately than I thought possible.

I knew then that I was ready to commit my heart to Christine. We continued to make out until the movie credits rolled. To this day I can't say much about what that movie was about because Christine was the main attraction.

We left the theater and I suggested that we stop at Starbucks and have a tea. Christine wanted an English Breakfast and I chose a Darjeeling. I ordered two press pots of tea and waited as Christine chose a table for us. I brought the tea to our table and sat down.

"Thank you for not being freaked out by my clitty," she said.

"Your clitty?" I responded. Immediately I realized how stupid that sounded, but I'm just a guy.

"Well, the estrogen has shrunk my boy parts to the point where it can't perform its original function, and that's fine with me."

"So you mean as a clitty its main function is to provide you pleasure?" I asked.

"Yes," she affirmed, "And for you."

"For me?" I asked, a little slow to catch on.

"Well, you seemed to enjoy it enough in the theater!" she said.

"Yes," I agreed, "More than I thought I would."

"I really want you to be my girlfriend," I said.

"I thought I already was," she replied.

"I just wanted to be sure," I said.

"We are very early in our relationship, with a lot more to share together," she added.

After our tea we took the bus home. As I stood at her door, we kissed, and I took her panties out of my pocket and handed them back to her. She smiled and said I was the only guy who had been in her panties. I kissed her and went home, feeling like I was walking on air!

The next day was Sunday and I looked forward to spending most of the day with Christine. My feelings for her had come a long way. In the beginning she was simply very arousing, but as time went on I began to care more and more for her. The fact that she was Christine only half the time and Chris the rest certainly made things complicated. For the next week however she was Christine and I intended to make the most of it. I'll deal with the following week when it happens.

One of the things I really liked about Christine was that she dressed so nicely. Occasionally I would see her in jeans – jeans that really showed off her curves. But most of the time she wore dresses and skirts – something most girls at school did not. It was like the other girls were down-playing their femininity while Christine was making the most of it, and I sure liked that!

After breakfast I took care of some work at home and went to see Christine. I arrived about ten and she invited me in. I talked with her parents for a while. They seemed perfectly alright with her gender switching and acted like it was perfectly normal for us to be a couple. I knew we weren't like other couples, but definitely benefited from at least the outward appearance of normalcy.

We took the bus down to the mall to hang out in town for a while. At lunch we went to the food court in the mall and Christine got a ramen bowl and I got a middle eastern pita sandwich. We talked about how nice it was to be together and how we each seemed to complete the other.

"I really like the way you have accepted me as you have," said Christine, "I feel so affirmed by you and so much better about myself."

"You sound like you've had some self-doubts," I replied.

"That's an understatement!" she agreed, "We both know that I'm very different from any other kid in school."

"Yes, you are different," I concurred, "But I appreciate how special you are, and feel like our relationship is a pretty normal boy-girl one."

Christine smiled and squeezed my hand, saying, "You certainly do make me feel special. I hope I don't disappoint you."

"How would you disappoint me?" I asked, "You are a wonderful person!"

"Well, so far our intimacy has gone well," she said, "But I'm a little unsure of myself in that regard."

"You worry that I'm gonna freak-out or something like that?" I asked.

Christine nodded and replied, "I know you struggled with my gender fluidity at first, but you seem okay with it – I hope you will be okay with me a Chris."

"That makes sense," I said, "And I'm not entirely sure myself – I guess we'll have to see."

After lunch Christine asked what we should do next and I said, "My parents have gone out for the day and we could have the house to ourselves at my place – we could go there and have some quality private time together if you like."

Christine put her arms around my neck and pulled me to her. Kissing me deeply she said, "I'd definitely like that – let's do THAT!"

We took the bus back and walked to my house. I took Christine to my room and she lost no time.

"Take your clothes off," she said, "I want to see all of you."

I undressed and couldn't avoid being aroused. She took hold of my cock and squeezed it as she pulled me close to her and kissed. She gripped my cock really hard, which felt wonderful – now she had charge of my passion volume control. As I kissed her, I wanted her so badly. I put my arms around her and gently squeezed her ass cheeks.

"You seem to really like my ass," she said, "You pay enough attention to it."

"I'd pay more attention if you gave me the chance," I said. As much as I liked tits, it was a girl's ass that really got me going. Christine loosened her skirt and slipped it off, standing close to me with only her panties below. I put my hand on her buns and were delighted to find they were bare – Christine was wearing thong underwear!

"Maybe you better take a closer look," she said, turning around.

Those buns were just so luscious I couldn't resist, and I dropped to my knees and kissed one cheek, and then the other. "You're a pretty kinky guy, aren't you?" she asked.

"Only for you," I said, kissing all over her soft buns. As I crossed over from one side to the other Iicked her crack and she took a deep breath and moaned. I must have hit a sensitive spot, and gave her crack a very deliberate lick. She seemed to press back onto my face, like she wanted more. Now I extended my tongue into her crack and licked her from botton to top.

"I sure don't want to hold you back," Christine said as she reached back and pulled the strap to one side, "I'll get this out of the way."

I had never intended anything like this. I had long found it erotic to think of kissing a girl's cheeks, but this was getting to places where mouths just don't belong. I hesitated, and Christine said, "Change your mind?"

I pressed my tongue into her crack and the next thing that happened was she spread her cheeks apart, and now my lips were kissing her hole. What amazed me was how wonderfully clean she was – I would never have imagined myself doing this. I cautiously pressed my tongue into her hole and found that she still was incredibly clean. Christine moaned with delight and I knew I was really onto something. I worked my tongue in and out of her as she pressed back against my face. I continued to lick her until she pulled away from me and turned around.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" she asked.

"Arousing you, I hope," was my reply.

"You sure got that right!" she said, "Now are you just going to leave me turned on?"

I stood up and pulled her close to me, tenderly kissing. I unbuttoned her blouse and removed it, so she now stood there in only her bra and panties. I led her to my bed and lay her on her back. Reaching behind her I unhooked her bra and got busy sucking her nipples. She continued moaning as I brought both of her nipples to full erection. I kissed her between her lovely breasts and then proceeded to move down, kissing her along the way. Pausing at the naval and darting my tongue into it.

"That tickles!" she said, and I moved on, reaching the top of her panties. Now I began to pull down her panties and encountered her first resistance. "Don't," she said, "It will ruin everything." Undeterred, I pulled her panties down until I fully exposed her clitty.

It was fully erect but only two inches long! It was so cute and looked feminine, if such a thing were possible. Without further deliberation I took it into my mouth and began sucking. Christine's moaning became louder. I had no idea what I was doing, but just moved my tongue around as I sucked, hoping it would work.

Christine's body writhed as I sucked and then suddenly she put her hand on my cheek and said "Stop – stop – stop!" Alarmed, I pulled off her.

"What's wrong?" I asked, "Did I hurt you?"

"Nothing's wrong!" she affirmed, "You did good – you made me cum!"

"But how?" I asked.

"I don't usually ejaculate, and don't get hard very easily, though you sure made me," she said, "but when I cum I get really sensitive, so I needed to stop you."

I felt kind of proud of myself and watched her clitty as it shrunk to about an inch in size. I had to admit that I liked the way it looked. From that point on we had an understanding that whenever I sucked her she would signal completion by touching my cheek.

"I was really surprised that you did that," she said, "But really happy that you did."

"So am I," I agreed.

"I didn't think you would, and wasn't going to try to make you do it," she said, "What led you to do it?"

"I knew I had you really turned on and just wanted to finish what I started," I said.

"Any regrets?" she asked.

"Should I?" I asked.

"Well, I don't know," Christine said, "I just don't think most boys would ever do that."

"Well, I'm not 'most boys' and see it differently," I replied.

"How so?" she asked.

"I suppose a lot of guys would say I just gave you a blowjob," I said, "But I know that's not it at all. I was just going down on my lady, and any guy who loves a girl should certainly go down on her."

Christine grabbed me and said, "What did you just say?"

"You mean about going down on my girl?" I asked.

"No, about how you feel about me," she clarified.

"Oh," I said, realizing that I had just said the "L" word, "That just came out."

"You should never say that unless you mean it," she replied.

"I do mean it," I countered, "I just hadn't planned to say it just yet."

"Why not?" asked Christine.

"I wasn't sure how you would react," I confessed, unsure if I had messed things up.

Christine rolled on top of me and kissed me. "Mister, you can say that all you want whenever you want," she said, "I never thought a man would love me, and I'm so glad you do!"

We cuddled, and Christine drifted off to sleep in my arms. It felt so good to spoon with her that I drifted off as well. After a couple of hours, we woke and I realized that my parents would be home soon, so we hurriedly got dressed and went to the living room, where we sat together on the couch watching TV until my parents got back. They welcomed Christine, having no idea of her nature. They asked her to stay for dinner, and she did. At dinner my mother talked with her so much I couldn't squeeze a word in – it was clear that she liked Christine.

After dinner we sat on the porch together and Christine asked, "Whatever possessed you to rim me?"

"I never planned on it," I said, "It just happened, but I sure liked it!"

"Me too!!" agreed Christine, "You can do that any time!" She held my hand and I raised her hand to my lips, kissing it.

"You took such wonderful care of me," she said, "And I didn't do anything for you."

"You sure did!" I said, "You got me past my inhibitions! That's more than enough for me."

"Oh don't be some damn noble about it," protested Christine, "I'm not leaving you without taking care of you!"

I wasn't sure what she had in mind. There was no privacy at my place now that my parents were home. Christine led me to her house and took me downstairs to the recreation room. There was a pool table, a couch and a wide-screen TV. She had me lean against the pool table while she knelt and unzipped me.

"Now not a peep out of you!" she said, taking me into her mouth. I watched as the girl I loved sucked me with such caring. It didn't take long before I came, and Christine quickly swallowed.

"It's only right for a lady to reward a gentleman's kindness," she said, "And just in case you were wondering, I love you too, Brendon."

Our relationship had bloomed to a wonderful new level and we spent the rest of the week like a couple of teenagers in love – probably because we were!

On Saturday night I took her out again and felt so proud that she was my steady girlfriend. When we returned, she said, "I hate to see this week end."

"Why does it have to end?" I asked, "Tomorrow is just another day."

"Tomorrow I switch back," she said.

My heart sank. "Do you have to?" I asked.

"You know that is part of who I am," she said. I reluctantly agreed, now more conflicted than ever. I was in love with Christine and now she was going away.

"I will really miss you," I said.

"It's only for a week," she said, "And I won't really be gone."

"Christine dear," I said, "I truly love you, and next week won't change that!"

"I knew I could count on you," she said, kissing me as I left for home.

As I lay in bed that night and again felt really conflicted – I loved Christine and now she was going away for a week. How would I feel toward my friend Chris? Would I resent him? This sure was complicated!

Fortunately, a good night's sleep cleared my mind and I realized that Christine wasn't leaving me for the week – it was like she was just going "under cover". Of course, I couldn't hold her hand or any of the other things we did, but I'll still be with her.

On the bus to school the next day I sat with Chris and he asked, "You okay?"

"Sure am," I said, "And I think I got it all figured out."

"Then tell me, so I'll know," he said.

"Chris, I love you," I said. Chris looked totally surprised.

"Let me explain," I said, I put a hand on the side of his head.

"I've thought long about this and came to realize that I am in love with a person, not the clothing, and the person I am in love with his in here.

"Wow!" replied Chris, "That's really insightful of you – I never expected that."

"Don't get me wrong," I said, "I still prefer you as Christine, but I know that as Chris, you are really the same person, and I just can't feel differently then."

"I'm glad to hear that – I guess," said Chris, "But we may have some things to work out – and we can't behave the same way when I am Chris."

"No, we can't, at least in public, but in private that might be different," I said.

"Do you mean you would still want to kiss me like this if we were in private?" he asked.

"I'm kind of nervous about that," I said, "But for now I'm just thinking that you really are Christine, just undercover in boys clothes."

"Of course, I see you the same no matter how I am dressed," Chris said, "Though I love the way you treat me when I'm Christine."

"I can't say for sure how I will react in private with you," I said, "But please believe me that I love you just the same."

"And I love you too – damn! I wish I could kiss you right now!" Chris said.

"We just have to stay at arms-length at school, and until we are in private," I said, "Though I may be a little hesitant at first – but that doesn't change how I feel about you. Does that make me gay?"

"Let's not go there," Chris said, "We have a normal boy-girl relationship – I'm the one who's complicated it all."

We got to school and went through the day. Lunch was difficult for me because I wanted to hold hands, but had to keep my distance so nobody would think we were gay. I realized that I might be turning gay because of Chris, or perhaps Christine, but that didn't trouble me – I just wanted to keep it private.

After school went with Chris to his house where he gave me a cola and we sat on the couch. "I know you are Chris right now," I said, "But I can't help but think of you as Christine, and it's still messing with my mind."

In a feminine voice, Chris said, "Then think of me as Christine – it's okay."

Visually it was Chris, but audibly it was Christine. The Chris said, "Close your eyes and let's try something."

I did and felt Chris press his lips to mine. But it wasn't Chris – it was Christine, and I opened my mouth so our tongues could dance together. Keeping my eye's closed we continued to kiss. It was a blissful experience and it really was challenging me.

I was thoroughly aroused and Chris put his hand on my bulge. "You are the same Brendon to me, regardless of what mode I'm in," said Chris.

I decided to open my eyes, making myself come to grips with the fact that I was clearly kissing a boy, not a girl. For a moment I felt a little revolted, but that quickly passed.

I broke off and said, "Okay, I love YOU, not your clothes, but it sure is easier when you are Christine."

"I'm really sorry for putting you through all this confusion," Chris said, continuing in a femme voice.

"It's difficult," I said, noticing that Chris also had a small bulge in his pants, "But I'm getting through it. I have a confession to make."

"What's that?" asked Chris.

"When I went down on Christine," I began, "It felt much more than sexual."

"How so?" Chris asked.

"It made me feel really close to Christine," I confessed, "And I really liked that."

"So, what exactly are you saying?" Chris asked.

I hesitated, and then finally blurted out, "I want to feel close to you now."

"Are you sure of that?" Chris asked, "Now?"

"Completely," I said, not sure if I this was right, "Yes, I want to right now."

Chris smiled as he got off the couch and unbuckled his pants and stepped out of them. Underneath he was wearing red panties – telling me that Chris was really a girl under the boy clothes. The clitty made a small bulge in the front of the panties. I leaned forward and kissed that bulge, and then pulled the panties down, to the floor. Chris stepped out of them and I got on my knees. I took the clitty into my mouth, placing my hands an those wonderfully feminine buns and pulling Chris close to me. Feeling Chris in my mouth was wonderful and he moaned as I ran my tongue all around the clitty.

I didn't feel I was giving a blowjob – I was just going down on my girlfriend once again. As I sucked, I felt the clitty enlarge just a little and suddenly Chris pumped cum into my mouth. I was really surprised because I thought the hormones would prevent that. It was a strong taste that I really didn't like, but it was from the person I loved, so I accepted it.

Chris pulled back an said in a near panic, "Oh I'm so sorry – I didn't think that could happen – you can go spit it out."

I swallowed and said, "Nothin' doing – it's part of who you are – thank you for sharing."

"That won't usually happen," Chris explained, "I think you just got me really turned on!"

"Then I'll try to make it happen every time," I said.

Chris urged me to stand up and kissed me. I held Chris close to me while squeezing those sexy buns!

Suddenly Chris dropped his knees and unzipped me. He sucked me, and only a few minutes I came in his mouth. He swallowed, stood up and we resumed kissing.

"I love you," I said as we kissed.

"I love you too," responded Chris, "And will try to be Christine more often for you, but can you still deal with my needing to be a boy sometimes?"

"You do what you have to do," I said, "My feelings aren't dependent upon how you dress."

Chris kissed me again and said we better get presentable before his parents got home.

From that point forward we behaved ourselves in public, but kissed and made out whenever we had privacy. Chris has shifted to being Christine more often, and now is only in boy mode a day or two a week. I try to arouse Chistine enough to cum in my mouth, and always bring her to climax, but only taste her cum about once a week. She is always surprised when it happens and tells me I'm the very best lover a girl could have.

I love her sexy ass, and she eventually gave me her virginity, but I still like oral the best, and suck her nearly every day, always hoping for a nice creamy reward!

  To be continued . . .

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