Sticky Fingers [Platonic Friends to Lesbian Lovers TG]

Commissioned by Charonshope

Daniel had a quiet weekend planned until his friend Brad showed up with a magic pill he’d stolen. After revealing he is actually a she, the trans brad takes the pill and transforms into the beautiful dark-haired Skye. Sparks fly, but the scientist who made the pill isn’t too happy about her sticky fingers and decides to teach the new lovers a lesson. 

Hope you guys are ready for the mother of all tone shifts at the halfway point ;)

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Prologue

I carefully placed the tiny brick under the magnifying glass. The miniature was almost complete: a little coffee shop with teeny tiny cups and saucers. I just had to finish laying the brickwork at the side of the building, and it would be done. It wasn't the sort of hobby most people imagined a guy like me would be into. Tall, muscular, and generally good-looking, people expected me to spend my weekends at the gym, not hunched over my desk making tiny cafes.

Being a bit contrary was part of the appeal, really. That and my mind relaxed; it had been a hellish week at work, and something so calming about slowly, meticulously building these tiny scenes helped me unwind. It quieted all those busy thoughts that come with modern life. It was exactly what I needed, which is why it was so annoying when the ding of my doorbell rang and made my tweezers slip.

“Damn,” I cursed, glancing over my shoulder. Maybe if I ignored it, they would go away.  

The bell rang again, more urgently this time, then again.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming!” I sighed. “I swear if this is another religion nut..”

I swung open the door and a blur of a person rushed past me and slammed it closed again. For a second, I thought it was a burglar, but then I caught their face.

“Brad?”

“Daniel! Oh, thank God. I was worried you weren’t home.”

He was already running around my living room, grabbing the curtains and pulling them shut while glancing out the windows nervously. 

“What the hell, man?”

“Don't call me that; you know I hate it.” Brad snapped. “Look, are you home alone?”

“Always, you know that,” I muttered, only slightly bitter. “What’s gotten into you, you’re shaking like a shitting dog.”

Brad screwed up his face in disgust.

“There has to be a better way of saying that.”

“Twitchier than a meth head?” I tried. “The point is, dude, you’re acting weird.”

“Well…” Brad got a very specific sheepish look on his face, a smile that didn't quite meet his eyes, making a cold rock form in my gut. I’d known Brad for years now, and that was the face he made when he’d royally fucked up and came running for help. He ran a hand through his messy black hair and bit his lip. 

“Oh God, what have you done?” I groaned. 

“I stole something.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed; I wish it had been a religious loon. 

“Okay, I have a lot of questions, but let's start with ‘why’ and ‘why hide here’ shall we?”

Brad deflated slightly, and his cheeks dusted pink. his mouth opened and closed a few times, but no words escaped, and I felt my anger start to fade. Brad had always gotten himself in over his head when we were at college together, constantly chasing women too good for him, pissing off boyfriends and sneaking things like lipsticks and earrings from the shopping centre just for the lark. I thought he’d grown out of the five-finger-discount habit, but evidently not. Whatever it was he took, it was bigger than a pair of earrings. 

I sat down on the couch and Brad flopped down next to me, looking hapless and for the first time, I realised there was something squeezed in his fist. 

“Hey, I’m sorry for being pissed-off. Just tell me what’s going on,” I said gently. “I’ll try to help.”

Brad gave me a sad smile and slowly unfurled his palm to reveal a tiny plastic square containing a single pill. Oh fuck.

“Drugs?” 

My voice came out slightly higher and more panicked than I had planned. He’d stolen tiny things before, but nothing worth a huge amount, certainly not drugs. Instantly, my mind filled with images of shady dealers brandishing guns and knocking on my door. 

“Yes, but it’s not what you think!” Brad insisted, “It’s not like an illegal drug. Well, it might be, it’s not official yet.”

“Maybe it’s better that you start from the beginning.”

“Right…” Brad licked his lips and took a deep breath. “The beginning is…that I am trans.”

I’d been prepared for a lot of things, but not that. Sure, Brad was on the smaller side than me, but he was still average. He never wore make-up or cross dressed, or did anything girly. Except…steal lipstick and jewellery. Suddenly, all those tiny items he habitually pinched made sense. They were all women’s things. Once, he even stole a bra ‘just because it’s funny’, or at least that’s what he’d said at the time. 

The situation suddenly felt charged for entirely new reasons. This was a big deal, coming out to a friend, I had to make sure I didn’t fuck it up somehow. But I had no idea how to respond! 

“You’re…a woman?” I said slowly, then winced; that sounded more judgmental than I intended. 

“Yeah, I was paranoid somebody would see me buying chick stuff, so I always pinched it.”

“So this is estrogen or something?” I asked, feeling the tension leave my shoulders.

“Or something.”

And the tension was right back. 

“It’s got a fancy name, but it’s a kind of bimbathroyne.” Brad explained, “It’s a drug that can turn men into women. But it’s highly experimental. Black market only, and this one is a new pill I stumbled across. A local dealer has been altering it, trying to make it more potent and well…”

“You stole it.”

“Yeah…you should have seen the prices they were charging! It was more than surgery and drug regimens would ever be! And I can't even afford those!”

Tears appeared in the corner of Brad’s eyes, and I felt sympathy twinge in my chest. I was happy in my body; I always had been, but I couldn’t imagine how awful it would feel to be stuck in one I hated. Knowing there was a ‘cure’ just out of reach. For once, I couldn’t blame him for having sticky fingers. If somebody put a pill in front of me and said it would give me my greatest desire, I couldn't say I wouldn't be tempted to snatch it too.

“I’m going to take it.” Brad continued, “Can I hide out here for a few days while it takes effect? I'll be unrecognisable by the time it’s done; the dealer will never find me.”

 I glanced over at my desk, at the boxes of miniatures I’d planned to build over a quiet weekend alone and sighed. They could wait.

“Yeah, you can hang out here. Do you need me to get you anything? Like, clothes? If you’re gonna change?”

“Oh, thank you, Daniel! Thank you!”

All of a sudden, his arms were around my neck, hugging me tight, and I cleared my throat awkwardly.

“Oh, sorry!” he blushed, “just…this means a lot to me.”

“Yeah, well, don’t mention it. Can we open the curtains now?”

“Oh, yeah…heh, sorry, I guess I was just nervous about telling you and getting paranoid.”

Light flooded the room, and Brad stood for a moment, rolling the pill back and forth in his palm. I smiled at him, trying my best to be supportive. 

“Go on.”

Brad nodded and knocked back the pill, swallowing it dry. The moment he did, a goofy smile spread across his face, and he started to giggle breathlessly.

“I did it, holy shit. I’m finally gonna be me…”

“Sure are.” 

Brad gave me a watery smile and wiped his eyes.

“One last favour?”

“Sure, why not?”

“From now on, I want you to call me Skye.”

Part 1

The rest of the afternoon was anticlimactic, at least at first. I kept waiting for the mysterious dealer to come knocking or for Skye to randomly grow a set of double D’s, but neither of those things happened. The anticipation in the air slowly fizzled out as the hours wore on, and eventually, we ended up just sprawled on the couch watching a movie. I could see Skye fidgeting, checking his, I mean her, hands over and over again, looking for any sign of change. 

By the time the sun had gone down a stone had formed in my stomach. What if the drug was a fake? What if all she’d done was get her hopes upa nd now they were about to be dashed? Once or twice, I found myself staring, looking for some sort of change I could point t,o but she looked as male as when she’d walked in. I didn’t dare say anything, but I could see the doubt creeping into her eyes as well. 

I quickly selected a new film when the first one finished, if only for the distraction. It was some dumb horror movie about haunted tarot cards that had me chuckling. The deaths were so over the top it was ridiculous. 

“Can you believe anybody finds these films scary?” I laughed as a monster burst from a wall. 

Skye answered my question by shrieking dramatically and then hugging my arm. Tight.

“Oh come on ma-uh, Skye, seriously?” I teased, “That thing looks so fake!”

“Shut up, you know I hate horror.”

“Uh, Skye?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re still holding me.”

“Oh! Sorry!”

She jumped off. It was hard to tell in the dark, but it looked like she was blushing. The light from the TV fell across her face, and I paused; her skin looked smoother than usual. There was no telltale sign of stubble, and her jawline looked rounder. Without thinking, I reached out and ran a finger along her jawbone and felt the difference. At some point, her features started to smooth into something much more feminine. 

Skye froze as my finger traced her face. I was fascinated; the drug was real and it was working. My finger pressed against her bottom lip, and I felt it shift slightly, filling up right under my touch. 

“Um, Daniel…what are you doing?’

“You’re changing.”

“I am!?”

Suddenly, she was on her feet and flicking on the light. Without another word, she dumped the popcorn we’d made off the metal tray on my coffee table and held it up to examine her reflection. 

“Hey!” I complained, “I’ll be finding kernels for weeks.”

Skye didn't reply. She was too busy examining her new reflection as I got down on my knees to clean up the mess. 

“It’s working, oh my God!” Skye squealed, actually squealed.

“You sounded pretty girly, then, " I joked, looking up at her only to find my breath caught in my throat.

Turns out, more than just her face had changed while we weren’t paying attention. It was subtle, but I could see the stretch of her jeans now that her hips were getting wider. Looking up at her from this angle I could see the beginnings of her figure forming. 

“You’re looking pretty girly, too,” I added quickly, trying to cover my awkwardness. 

“Really? I wanna see?”

Without another word, she started to strip off, kicking the jeans onto the ground and lifting up her shirt. Skye had come prepared, already wearing a pair of frilly panties that were now stretched over her taut ass cheeks. But her chest was totally bare. She was still pretty flat-chested, but his pecs were certainly a lot softer looking. 

“Ahhh! This is amazing!” She gave a little hop, and her ass jiggled a little in a way that no man ever should. 

I was still crouched on the floor, staring up, eyes perfectly level with it and swallowed. 

“Um, maybe you shouldn’t be totally naked right now?”

“I have underwear on.”

“But uh, I’m a guy, and you’re not anymore, so…”

“Oh!”

Skye’s face went bright red, and I couldn’t help but notice how cute she looked flustered. 

“God, I am such a scatterbrain right now. Sorry, I am just excited.”

“No, it’s fine,” I smiled tightly, “but maybe I should go get you some clothes like I offered?”

“That would be amazing. Tomorrow?”

I swallowed thickly again. God only knew how she would look by then.

“Tomorrow.”

~

I woke up to the sound of shrieking, and instantly, I was on my feet, adrenaline pumping as I ran to the bathroom. In my half-asleep state, I imagined Skye dramatically clinging to a shower curtain while some psycho brandished a knife. Instead, I found her dressed in nothing but a towel, grinning from ear to ear as she examined her new and very ample cleavage. 

She jumped in shock as I burst in, and the towel slipped. For just a second, I had a full view of creamy, smooth skin and pink nipples. Her breasts were larger than I expected to grow overnight, at least a D, if not bigger and her hips had fully come in. That combined with the softer face, made her look almost entirely female. 

“Wha-Daneil!”

“Sorry!” I quickly covered my eyes and dove back out the door. “I uh, I better get you some clothes!” 

“Yes, please!” She called through the door, “and don't forget a bra!”

“Oh God, how is this my life right now,” I muttered, willing the half chub that view had given me to go down. 

I did my best to push my confusing feelings for Skye out of my mind. Less than a day ago, she’d been Brad, my fuck up, slightly klepto mate, and now she was…hot? Was I really that simple? I managed to stop thinking about how lovely those breasts were right up until I reached the shop and realised I was essentially dressing her…however, I wanted.

It felt almost taboo picking out the matching pair of bra and panties in a deep red wine colour. My favourite colour of lingerie. I could already imagine how beautiful her creamy, smooth skin would look wearing them and bit my lip. She asked me to buy a bra so there was nothing wrong with getting a nice one. If anything, I was doing her a favour spending so much money of silk underwear. 

“She deserves something nice, “I justified. “This is her first proper outfit, after all. It should be something good that helps accentuate her new feminine body. Yeah, that’s all.”

I kept muttering justifications to myself as I pulled from various racks. Picking out a nice black skirt and silver belt to go with a halter top with spaghetti thin straps to keep it uptight. I didn’t even register how much the outfit was; my eyes were glued to the heels behind the counter; sleek, matte black and the perfect final touch for the look. 

“How much are those?’

“Three hundred.” The woman behind the counter smiled.

I handed over my card, feeling slightly embarrassed about the obscene amount of money I was spending. And for what? So I could secretly play dress up and pur Skye in an outfit perfectly suited to my tastes? Did that make me a bad person?

“Are you buying these for your girlfriend?” The woman asked as she boxed up the shoes?”

“Uh, she’s not my girlfriend.”

“Well, she will be soon.” She giggled. “If a man bought me an outfit this nice, I’d marry him.”
 A strangled laugh escaped my mouth, and I left quickly, my heart hammering. 

~

“Oh my gosh, you chose so well!”

I was sitting with my back against the wall next to the bathroom. The door was closed, and Skye was inside, putting on her first full female outfit.

“You got the right cup size too! Good guess!”

“Just lucky, I guess.”

The door opened, and she stepped out.

“What do you think?”

My breath caught in my throat. Her hair was still short, and her eyelashes were too. There were a few other signs that she wasn't all female yet, but for the most part, she looked like a total babe. The outfit hugged her new curves in all the right places, and I could see a sliver of red fabric from the bra cups showing over the low cut of the halter top’s neckline. 

“Well?” She teased with a smile. “Aren't you going to tell me I look pretty?”

Pretty didn't do her justice. 

“You look great!” I said.

“Thank you so much for this,” Skye said as I got to my feet. “You really are such a good friend. Most guys would be weirded out watching this happen.”

I just tried to smile; I did find it a little weird, but honestly, it was turning me on more than anything. Did that make me worse? I wasn’t sure. 

“So, are you all woman now?” I asked, trying to keep my tone joking and light. 

“Not quite, just a few more big changes, and I think I will be finished.”

We made our way back to the lounge room, and I tried my best not to stare at that shapely ass as Skye walked in front of me. I kept trying to remind myself she used to be a guy, that the beautiful peachy ass swaying in front of me used to belong to Brad. But honestly, with her looking and sounding the way she did, it was easy to forget her identity as Brad all altogether. 

The rest of the day passed achingly slowly. Skye still didn't want to risk going outside, so we were stuck together in my small rooms. 

“I want to emerge fully formed, " she explained while leaning over my kitchen bench. I walked in here all Brad; I want to walk out all Skye.”

Her chest was resting on the countertop, causing them to press together slightly. The halter top caused her cleavage to appear even bigger, and I swallowed.

“That makes sense.”

“I’ll be a beautiful butterfly, finally.”

She sighed dramatically, causing her chest to rise and fall. I’d think she was trying to tease me if I didn't know better. 

“So, why Skye?” I asked suddenly, trying to focus on her eyes instead of her other…assets. 

“What about the sky?”

“No, you’re name, idiot.”

“Oh,” She blushed, “I guess I have always liked it, plus the sky is this beautiful, free thing, right? That’s how I want to feel as a woman: free and able to get rid of the inhibitions that have held me back from being happy all this time.”

“I hope you can. I guess I should feel honoured you decided to do your whole transformation here.”

“I dunno, you’re probably my best friend, I figured you’d take it the best and I was right.” 

She was smiling right at me now and it made butterflies dance in my stomach. Her eyes were so beautiful, which was weird because her eyelashes had only changed. Had her eyes always been that pretty share of blue-grey? 

“Well,” I cleared my throat. “Shall we go watch something?”

We were about to turn on another movie when suddenly, Skye bent over and groaned; the sound sent a shiver up my spine; it didn't sound like pain.

“Are you okay?”

“I…I think my dick is disappearing…” She whispered. “Oh God, this is so amazing. I have wanted this for so long.”

My mouth was dry, and clearly, I wasn't thinking because instead of giving her privacy, I stepped closer.

“What does it feel like?”

“Like my cock is being sucked up into my body and leaving something hollow behind.”

“That doesn’t sound pleasant…”

“Oh, but it is, oh fuck, I can feel my inner walls rubbing together. I’m so empty, but it feels so…nice. So hot and wet.”

My cock twitched in my pants as she shivered and laid back on the couch, legs spread. There was no bulge at the front of her pants anymore. 

“Ah! Oh…I think that was my clit growing. I can feel it rubbing against those panties you bought me.”

Skye rocked her hips a little, clearly seeking friction, and I had to cross my legs to hide my erection. She shuddered, eyes wide and mouth open.

“I think it’s done…” She whispered in awe. “I have to see it.”

“W-what?”

She was pushing up the skirt before I could stop her and pulling the panties aside.

“D-don’t you want me to leave?” I said quietly, but either she didn't hear me or didn’t care; Skye was too busy looking at the pretty pink folds between her legs. They were glistening and slick with moisture, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop staring.

“It’s so pretty…” She murmured, running a finger down the length and shuddering. “And sensitive, fuck.” 

“I should go.”

“Oh, Daniel, how much more forward do I need to be?” Skye moaned, touching herself again. “Come on, I know you want to touch me.”

My brain went blank in shock, my eyes were glued to Skye’s finger, slowly tracing circles on her new pussy while keeping the panties pulled back.

“Don't you want to touch?” 

“...Are you sure?”

“Daniel, I have had a crush on you for years, I am begging you, touch my new pussy, please.” 

My knees felt a little weak, and before I knew it, I was on them, kneeling at the side of the couch and gently guiding off the panties I’d so carefully picked out. They came away wet, and I cupped Skye’s ass for a moment before slowly reaching between her legs. I looked up at her; she was staring at me with utter wonder and licking her lips; there wasn't a hint of hesitation in her eyes. 

Gently, I reached in and replaced her finger with my own, stroking up and down her silky folds. They certainly felt as real as any other woman I’d been with. The concept of Bra evaporated; there was only Skye, the real and very wanting woman, right in front of me. I gave her a devilish smile, then withdrew my finger and instead pressed my lips to her folds.

“Oh! Oh, that’s…that’s nice…” She whimpered as my tongue slowly circled her clit. 

I hummed against her, letting the vibrations add to her pleasure as I continued to lick and suck on her sex. My tongue slipped into her passage, and I thrust it in and out until she was panting loud enough that I was sure the neighbours could hear. 

When I was done teasing, I slowly pulled away and slid a finger up her passage, pressing against the tight walls before slowly forcing in another. She stiffened and moaned, clutching my shoulders tight.

“Too much? Do you want me to-?”

“Don’t you dare stop now, Daniel.”

I pressed my fingers inside again and started to scissor and stretch her, feeling the walls squeeze around me. It made my cock twitch and harden against my boxers, thinking about how it would feel to have that passage around my cock. So tight, it felt like taking her virginity. In a way, I was. 

As fun as it was to tease her, I was starting to feel desperate myself. I quickly pressed a hand under her shirt to grasp her breast, then reluctantly withdrew my other fingers from her hole. 

“You’re wearing too much.” I groaned and slowly began to undress her. 

Each piece was thrown across the room and instantly forgotten, and I kicked off my own jeans in time for Skye to lift my shirt off and run her hands across my chest hungrily. 

“I’ve wanted you for so long.” Skye moaned. “Years.”

Fuck that was hot, it was like she had been waiting for me. I pushed her down on the couch and slowly crawled up her body, flicking my tongue over her breasts and feeling her shudder. So sensitive. My tip was pressed right up against her folds, and I slowly stroked her with it, teasing her hole until we were both slick with her wetness. 

“Daniel, please!”

“Are you desperate?” I teased, nipping at her shoulder.

“Yes, of fuck, please just fuck me already I need to feel you inside me.”

I pulled back for a moment and met her eyes.

“Whatever the lady wishes.”

Skye sucked in a breath, and I took the opportunity to slam our lips together as I pressed inside. She was so hot and tight; I couldn't help but groan into her mouth. Skye swallowed the sound and wrapped her legs around me so that I couldn't get away even if I wanted to. 

We fell into a fast but easy rhythm. My hips thrust forward, and each time I pulled out , her legs would squeeze around me, her hips rolling to meet mine as we came back together. I kissed her again and felt her moan against my lips. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and I could feel those diamond-hard nipples against my skin. Fuck, she was incredible.

“I’m going to cum…” Skye whimpered, “Oh God, this feels so different.”

“Cum for me, babe, come on…”

I thrust hard and fast, slamming deep inside her while trying to hold back my own orgasm. My cock was aching for release, and I could feel my balls tightening, but I wanted to feel her cum first. Skye dug her nails into my shoulders as her back arched, and she gasped; there was no dramatic wail or loud moan. Instead, Skye was silent, face frozen in perfect ecstasy. I could see her mind was totally empty, filled with nothing but pleasure, and that pushed me over the edge with her. 

Unlike Skye though, I was loud. I came with a primal grunt that turned into a low moan. My balls tightened as I emptied myself into her, and I shuddered as the pleasure finally receded. That had been the best sex of my life, and it had been with my former male best friend of all people! 

“Oh God…that was everything I'd dreamed of.” Skye whimpered, “Don’t pull out just yet. I want to feel you a little longer.”

I moaned as her inch wells clenched and released a few times around me. My cock twitched and response and started to half harden again. It had been a long time since I’d been able to go more than once in a single hour, but this was, hands down, the hottest thing I’d ever done. 

“You want more?” I teased, kissing at Skye’s neck.

“Oh, I don't think I could, It’s almost too good right now.”

“How about this?”

I rocked my hips gently a few times, slowly teasing myself back to harden as Skye whimpered and held tight.

“Oh fuck, it’s not like…Oh God, it just never stops…”

“Multiple orgasms is one of the advantages of the fairer sex, I hear.” 

“You have no idea… Oh fuck I am close already.”

My cock was hard again, and I began to thrust in earnest. I was actually a little jealous, Skye was in so much ecstasy she was barely coherent. My pleasure was building, too, but if she was any indication, women really did have it better in this regard. 

I channelled my jealousy into passion, rocking my hips hard and fast till she was cumming around my cock with another helpless breath. Skye clung to me as I continued to fuck her through more, she just kept cumming and squeezing me tight until, finally, I came again as well. 

We fell in a heap on the couch, breathing heavily and finally spent. I pulled out slowly, savouring the look of pleasure on Skye’s face as I did so before we both collapsed onto the cushions. Skye nuzzled herself under my chin, breasts pressed against my chest and kissed me. 

“That was…something else.”

“Fuck, my balls haven’t been this empty in forever.”

Skye gave me a playful whack on the shoulder.

“Charming. I am trying to have a moment here.”

“Sorry, continue.”

“I just…this has been amazing. Seriously.” She pulled back and looked at me, long hair falling around her face. “I’m in the right body and with the man I have been dreaming about for years. I just…thank you, Daniel. For letting me be Skye.”

My heart hammered in my chest. This had all been physical, but for the first time, I felt the flutter of something more inside. Maybe Skye and I were destined to be more than just friends with benefits; surprisingly, I was okay with that—more than okay. 

“You’re welcome. Maybe we can go out tomorrow. On a proper date, I mean.”

Skye’s face lit up.

“That sounds wonderful!”

“Till then, we should probably get some sleep.”

“Yeah,” she winced, “I think I might be a bit sore in the morning in all the best ways.” 

I laughed and scooped her up in my arms, bridal style. Skye shrieked and laughed, snuggling closer into my chest. My heart felt light, my miniatures were abandoned on the desk, and I couldn’t care less. Thai weekend had turned out better than I could have ever dreamed. 

I threw Skye onto the bed, and she giggled, reaching up and dragging me down with her. I curled myself around her, cupping one of her breasts in my palm. It fit perfectly, like we were made for one another. Exhaustion slowly settled over us, and I felt her breathing even out under my touch. My eyes slipped closed, and I snuggled closer, feeling the beginnings of what might even be love. The moment would have been perfect;

If it weren't for the sound of my door being kicked in a second later. 

Part 2

What happened next is a blur. Masked figures stormed into my room, Skye screamed, and then one of them pulled a gun. For a second, I thought it was the end, some low-life dealer was about to make us an example of stealing. I wrapped my arms protectively around Skye only there was no bang. Instead, the sound of air hissing met my ears and there was a sharp sting in my shoulder. 

I remember a burst of colour, like little feathers, then a wave of dizziness. The colours from the dart in my arm seemed to spread and warp, covering the room as I felt my eyelids flutter. I fell into a strange sleep, filled with bright colours and dreams that made no sense. Eventually, the colours faded and I was met with cool darkness, then a thumping headache. 

My eyelids felt heavy, and protested as I forced them open. My mouth was dry, and I groaned as I tried to rub my eyes, only to find my arms pinned at my sides by something cold and metal. 

“What the hell?”

“Daniel?”

“Skye!”

I turned toward her voice; we were both naked and pinned to a metal table by our ankles and wrists. I shivered in the cool air, despite the gravity of the situation, I felt embarrassed being so exposed. 

“Where are we?”

“I think we’re in the lab…” Skye muttered, “I think…yes, this is where I got the drug.”

“Stole, you mean.” Came a cold voice. 

Out of the gloom came a woman with fiery red hair and the sharpest cheekbones I had ever seen. Her lips were thin and pressed together, and her skin was pale; not natural pale though, more like it hadn't seen the sun in months. She sneered down at Skye, then turned her attention to me. It had been a long time since somebody, let alone a woman had made me feel small.

“I hold no malice toward you for what it's worth.” She said cooly. “You’re just a bonus.”

“That doesn't sound ominous at all.” I laughed nervously, trying to keep the air light. 

“I’m afraid you are going to pay for Bra’s indiscretion, though.”

“Skye.” I hissed angrily. “Her name is Skye.”

The woman scowled, and Skye gave me a grateful, soft smile. 

“Well, Skye as she may be now, has to learn there are consequences for her actions.” The woman said, “That pill was my greatest achievement and now it’s gone.”

“Can't you just make another?” Skye asked.

The woman slammed a fist down on the hard metal table, making up both flinch. 

“No! It was a prototype; I still needed to map the exact chemical make-up! Now it’s dissolved into your bloodstream and gone forever!” 

Skye swallowed nervously. 

“Oops?”

“I thought long and hard about how best to punish you…”

The woman circled them like a sharp, dragging her sharp nails along the metal of the table, then over their skin. Her nails traced over Skye’s breasts, circling her nipples till they hardened and she shivered.

“Truly remarkable. That pill was my greatest one yet…”

“I don’t suppose it would help if I said sorry? OW!”

The woman gave Skye’s nipple a squeeze in response, and she quieted. I tried to look around for a way to escape. The manacles were pure steel, and the room seemed small. One wall was lined with work benches and equipment, but other than that, there was nothing, not even a window. God, what was this woman planning for us? 

“Since you like my formula’s so much, why don;t we give your friend here a taste as well?” The scientist woman said after a moment.

“What? I thought you said that pill was your only one!”

“My only refined one, yes. But I have others, ones with…side effects.”

“What kind of side effects.”

A cruel smile spread across her face as she reached over and began to fill a syringe.

“Increased sex drive, lowered mental faculties…Oh, and a strange exhibitionist streak. Funny what messing with brain chemistry and estrogen can do.”

“And you’re going to give that to me?!” I cried.

“Why him, it was me who took your pill.” Skye begged, “Daniel had nothing to do with it!”

“Too bad.” The scientist shrugged, “I have a feeling this will hurt you more, and that’s all I care about.”

She pulled the full syringe from the bottle and moved it toward my wrist. My heart was racing; I could feel it bashing against my ribcage. All I could think about was how that speed would make the drug flood my system even faster, but no matter what I tried, I couldn’t make it slow. I wiggled as much as my restraints allowed, but it was useless.

“No!” Skye cried, but there was nothing either of us could do.

There was a tiny prick of pain at my wrist, and then a warm feeling washed through my veins. Oh God. Watching Skye change had been one thing, but now I was going to experience it myself. Was this crazy chemist going to keep me strapped to a table for days while it happened?

I got an answer to my unasked question almost immediately as I felt my hips starting to rise. My ass was inflating, pushing my lower body up slowly. 

“W-what? Mine wasn't that fast!” Skye said.

“This one is fast acting, shouldn’t take long at all before your boyfriend is a slutty bimbo. Enjoy the show!”

Skye pouted, and I glared at her incredulously.

“Are you seriously jealous right now?”

“I’m not happy, but…well, I wish mine had been as fast as yours, that’s all.”

“That shouldn’t be your priority right now! Oh…wow, my stomach feels weird.”

I craned my neck as much as I could to look down at my body; my stomach seemed to be slimming at the sides while my hips widened to accommodate my new, bubbly butt. I could feel the muscles stretching and something new forming inside me. I swallowed; there was only one thing that could be: a womb. 

I groaned as I felt my cock start to shrink and slide back up into me. It was just like Skye had described. The length disappeared, leaving an emptiness and a sharp burning need. Was this the added sex drive? The emptiness inside me felt so wrong like I was incomplete. I desperately needed something to fill it, anything, a dildo, my own fingers. I grit my teeth and held back a desperate whine as my clit formed and wetness began to flow between my legs. 

“F-fuck…”

“Yeah, I imagine that’s what you want more than anything right now, isn't it?” The scientist taunted.

She ran her fingers over my chest, and the skin seemed to grow more sensitive in response. My pectorals became soft, then began to swell outwards. Her sharp nails danced over my nipples as they darkened and grew. She even gave them a pinch, but instead of pain, a bolt of pleasure moved through me, making my lips part in a gasp of ecstasy.

“Looks like you’re not the only one who’s horny, Daniel.” 

I turned, following the scientist's gaze to Skye, whose nipples were hard as well and her face flush with both arousal and shame. 

“You're getting turned on watching me get transformed?!”

“I can't help it.”

“You’re a bisexual disaster, you know that?”

“And you have a set of tits even bigger than mine, what am I supposed to do, not stare? Not like there is a lot to do right now.”

I couldn't help it; I laughed; this whole situation was so ridiculous. I should have been terrified, but the combination of the utter insanity of the situation, paired with the drug in my system, made me loopy. I giggled, feeling my chest jiggle and listening to my voice get higher and breathier with each sound. 

There was more going on, though; I could feel my thoughts shifting. I’d been feeling so embarrassed and exposed before, stretched over this table but now it was…sort of hot. Having this strange woman watch my changing body so intimately, fuck, it was actually a turn-on. I didn't want it to be, but didn't she mention something about exhibitionism? I groaned, trying hard not to be horny and failing. 

My hair was growing out now, blonde, the perfect bimbo colour and a stark contrast to Skye’s dark locks. We were going to make quite the pair. I moaned and arched my back as much as the manacles would allow, trying to resist how nice the changes felt.

“I’m so sorry about this.” Skye whimpered, “Really.”

“N-not your fault, oh fuck…”

“Don’t worry, I am sure a dose will have you feeling good.” The scientist grinned, injecting Skye for good measure.

“But she’s already a woman?”

“And now she will be a slutty exhibitionist bimbo, just like you. What a pair you’ll make. I bet you’ll be on each other like rutting dogs in heat the second I undo these restraints.”

My mind was instantly filled with images of Skye and I, breast to breast, making out in these bodies atop the medical table while the scientist watched. The image made me whimper with need. Skye was moaning now too, and her breasts were getting even bigger, now they rivalled mine. God, I wanted to touch them so bad. 

The scientist opened her mouth, probably to taunt us once more, but she never got the chance. For the second time in as many days, I heard the sound of a door being kicked in and heavy boots on the ceiling above us. The woman cursed and ran for the only door out of our room, but it was too late. It flew open as several armed policemen surged into the room.

“Hands in the air!”

“Oh my God, what is happening here!”

They looked at us, horrified and a little turned on if their red faces were anything to go by. One quickly ran toward us and undid the restraints, allowing both Skye and I to sit up. Immediately, the weight of my breasts made my spine twinge, and my hands reached out to run along the chest of the policeman. The only thing between me and his skin was a shirt and a bulletproof vest. My mind raced, trying to figure out the optimal way to undress him before I caught myself. Oh God, I really was a slut now. 

My body was still changing; I could feel my skin tingling and my lips filling out as my eyelashes grew in turn. It was all so much. One of the policemen produced an orange shock blanket and wrapped it around my shoulder while his colleague did the same for Skye. We were led out of the basement, but I was barely registering where we were going. All I could think about was the weight and jiggle of my new curves. I could feel them moving with each step up the stairs. With each step forward, my hips gained more swing, and my thighs rubbed my wet pussy lips together. Despite the horror of the situation, I was still horny, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. 

A car door opened in front of me, and gentle hands guided both Skye and I inside. 

“You sit tight here, ladies. We’ll be down at the station soon.” Said one of the policemen.

“Thank you,” Skye whispered, and he shut the door behind us. 

We sat in the back of the police car, and I stared at the carpet in shock. The word ‘ladies’ echoed in my head. I was a lady now. A woman. Female. I tried squeezing my eyes open and closed a few times, trying to will myself to wake up from this nightmare, but ti wasn't a dream. It was very. Far too real. 

“I’m so sorry, Daniel.”

I scoffed.

“That name sounds so wrong now when I look like this.”

“Did you want to pick a new one?”

“Do you think I’ll need it?”

I turned and searched Skye’s face, she was smiling sadly and nodded.

“There are worse fates, I suppose.” I sighed and snuggled into her side. “Any ideas?”

She thought for a moment before gently running her hands through my long, blonde hair.

“Your hair is the colour of amber…”

“Amber…you know, that’s a pretty name.” I thought momentarily, “I think it’ll suit me.”

“And I will be right here to help you adjust,” Skye promised, snuggling even closer so that our naked bodies pressed against one another under the orange blankets.  

I could feel the heat from her skin seeping into mine as the police officer stepped into the front seat and adjusted the mirror.

“Let’s get you both somewhere safe, eh? Sorry, it’s a bit of a drive to the station, but we’ll get you both some proper clothes as soon as we get there.”

We just nodded, I didn't trust myself to speak. Not when I could feel the curve of Skye’s breast resting against my own. Her nipple was still hard and no matter what I tried to focus on, my brain kept coming back to it. 

“Are you alright?” She whispered, bowing her head low.

“I’m trying to be stressed or traumatised, " I admitted. “So I won’t feel…turned on.”

Skye giggled a little.

“Me too. He’s right there in the front…we’d have to be quiet.”

“So quiet.”

“And even then, he might hear us, or look into the rearview mirror and see your face right as you were on the edge…”

Her fingers were crawling up my leg now, hidden by the blanket. I should have been freaking out, but it was getting harder and harder to worry. It seemed like my brain was hardwired to think of sex first and foremost now, especially if there was a chance of getting caught. I kept my voice low, barely a whisper and leaned in to brush my lips against Skye’s ear.

“I could…use a distraction after all of this and…I wouldn't mind learning more about my new body.”

“I can help with that.”

She leaned closer so that her nipple pressed harder into the soft flesh of my breast, then moved her fingers up my now thick thighs. My ass cheeks clenched in anticipation, and I forced my legs to slide apart as slowly as possible. My eyes were glued to the back of the driver’s head. Could he hear us whispering, did he suspect? I didn't know what would be sexier, if he noticed or if we got away with it. 

Skye’s fingers skimmed the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, creeping towards my new sex with aching slowness. I wanted to tell her to hurry the fuck up, but I couldn’t raise my voice. Finally, a single digit parted my wet folds and began to drag up and down slowly. It was like fireworks, no more like sparks but stronger. Pleasure forked through my body like lightning and my mouth fell open, allowing a breathing gasp to escape. 

I saw the driver’s eyes glance in the rearview mirror, and I quickly covered my face with my hand; maybe if he thought I was crying, he wouldn't look again. Part of me wanted him to, though the pleasure doubled when I realised, we might have an audience. 

“You should touch me too.” Skye whispered, “I wanna feel how soft your hands are now. Just copy my moves.”

I didn't reply; I didn't trust myself to speak. Instead, I bit down on my lip and reached under the blanket to stroke Skye’s thighs. I could feel my lips swelling beneath my bite, getting fuller and more feminine with each passing second. As they plumped, I could feel myself getting hornier as my new urges got stronger. Bimbathryone was a hell fo a drug that was for sure. 

My fingers found Skye’s pussy and started to stroke in tandem. She moved up, I moved up, she circled my clit, I circled hers. She hadn't been lying; it felt so much more intense as a woman. The pleasure seemed to radiate out, filling my whole lower body and then creeping upwards. Skye’s free hand reached up to play with my heavy breasts, pressing and pinching playfully so that the pleasure from both ends of my body met in the middle. 

Then, Skye’s fingers slid down to my hole. For a moment, she teased, pressing against my entrance and wiggling the first knuckle inside. I did my best to copy her, but it was getting hard to do anything but tremble as I started getting close to the edge. One finger slid inside, then two, and then she started to pump. 

I gasped over and over, no matter how hard I tried to stop, I couldn’t. The ecstasy was building, and I could see the driver’s knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel. His eyes flicked up to the mirror and then down again like he was trying not to look. He knew exactly what was happening in his back seat. Our eyes met in the glass just as Skye found my new G-spot and I came. A shaky moan left my lips, and I shuddered, squirting against the leather of the car seat. 

My fingers trembled inside Skye, and she followed suit, shuddering against me before going limp. It was only as I wiped my fingers clean on the inside of the orange blanket that I realised we’d stopped moving. The car door opened and there was the driver; he was red in the face and holding his hand in front of his pants.

“We’re here, ladies,” he said in a choked voice, and I smiled dreamily. 

“Thank you, such a gentleman. C’mon Skye.”

I clambered awkwardly out of the backseat to see several people gathered around. The car had stopped outside the police station and several officers, as well as nosy bystanders, were looking at us as we walked up the stairs to the front door. A tingle ran down my spine, I couldn't help it, I had to. 

“Whoops!”

My grip on the blanket slipped, just for a moment. I quickly caught it, but not before everybody had gotten a quick look at my new body. I waited for the shame and embarrassment to burn through me, but instead, I felt only excitement. One of the officers cleared his throat. A random man on the street got slapped by his girlfriend for checking me out. 

That scientist who did this to us meant it as a punishment; she wanted us to feel helpless. But I had never felt more powerful; in this body, I could make heads turn and men into whimpering dogs. Perhaps this wouldn’t be so bad after all. 

Epilogue

Getting used to this body hadn't been as hard as I imagined. I kept waiting for the dysmorphia to set in or for me to miss my old clothes and face, but I just didn’t. Maybe the fact that I had Skye with me helped. She loved all things girly, and when I saw her having fun trying on outfits and testing makeup, I couldn’t help but get curious. Perhaps the bimbathryone had something to do with it. Either way, I didn’t care. 

Once I stopped forcing myself to try and be miserable, life became a whole lot more exciting. Of course, getting our new identities sorted, just proving we were who we said we were, took weeks. But eventually we were allowed to go home and try to make the best of our new lives. 

In some ways, it was hard, but in others, it was oddly easy. My old job was impossible. My new bimbo brain just wasn’t cut out for working in an office, and I kept on getting sent to HR for inappropriate work conduct. I would have thought they’d love having a busty blonde flirting with clients, but apparently not. Luckily, getting a new job with this body was laughably easy. 

“All ready?” Skye asked, adjusting the strap of her sheer gold bikini.

“Ready.” I grinned, tying my own around my back. 

The studio was a blaze of hot lights and white walls, the air thick with the scent of hairspray and anticipation. Skye and I stood side by side, our bikini-clad bodies glistening under the intense glare. The photographer was a blur of motion behind his camera, his eyes fixed on us like we were the most captivating subjects he’d ever had the pleasure of shooting. We probably were.

I glanced at Skye as she shook her hair and rolled her shoulders. Her olive skin was luminous, perfectly contrasting to my fair, blonde self. Her black hair tumbled down her back in waves, framing her curvaceous figure, and those tits of hers—fuck, they were a masterpiece. Just like mine, I took a deep breath in and enjoyed feeling the rise and fall. It had taken some getting used to, but now I couldn’t imagine life without it.  Alone, either one of us could stop traffic, together, I felt like we were a pair of bombshells ready to explode. 

The photographer waved us both on set, and Skye gave me a playful slap on the bum. 

“Ready?”

“Like, totally born ready.”

“Pffft, no you weren’t.”

“Well, I feel like I was, come on!”

We giggled and ran onto the set, ready to be posed and photographed. 

"Amber, tilt your head back, show off that cleavage," Dave instructed, his voice tinged with a hint of lust I pretended not to notice. 

“I’m always showing off my cleavage.” I giggled, “How can I not?”

Still, I obeyed, arching my back and pushing my chest forward, feeling the tight fabric of my bikini top strain against my curves. I stared at the camera, shivering in desire as I watched the shutter click. So many people would see these photos one day. I felt my own arousal flare at the thought. The bikini fabric was thin; my nipples were certainly showing through. I caught Skye’s eye, and that mischievous glint I knew so well sparked in her dark irises. She was up to something, and I was more than ready to play along.

Skye sidled closer as the photographer adjusted the lighting, her hip brushing against mine in a way that sent a jolt of heat straight to my core. 

"You look so fucking hot right now," she murmured, her breath tickling my ear. 

My pussy clenched in response, a familiar warmth spreading between my thighs. I knew where this was going, and I was all in.

"Thanks, babe," I purred, leaning into her. "You're not so bad yourself. Ready for our favourite game?"

 I let my hand drift down, grazing her thigh before teasingly tracing the edge of her bikini bottom. Skye shivered, her nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of her top. The photographer was still fiddling with his equipment, utterly oblivious to what was going on. 

"Let's give him a show," Skye whispered, her lips brushing against my neck. 

My heart raced as I nodded, we’d done this more times than I could count since becoming models. It was my favourite game, and my favourite way to cum. 

I turned slightly, pressing my body against hers, our breasts squishing together in a deliciously sensual way. The sensation was electric, our curves moulding perfectly against each other. The camera clicked furiously, capturing every moment of our faux-innocent poses, but we both knew the real action was happening just out of frame.

Skye’s hand slid up my thigh, her fingers dangerously close to the edge of my bikini bottom. I bit my lip, fighting the urge to moan as her touch sent sparks through my body. 

"Keep posing, Amber," she whispered, her voice husky. "Don’t let him know what we’re really doing."

I played along, striking a sultry pose while Skye’s fingers inched closer, her touch teasing and tantalising. The camera couldn’t see Skye’s hands on my rump, slowly slipping under the bikini briefs.

I could feel my arousal building, my clit throbbing with anticipation. My pussy was already wet, the fabric of my bikini bottom clinging to my sensitive skin. I imagined what it would feel like when Skye’s fingers slipped inside if she teased my clit with her skilled touch. My breath quickened, but I kept my face neutral, my eyes smouldering for the camera.

We switched positions, turning to embrace one another. I gently thrust myself against Skye and felt her own wetness. I could feel her smirk against my shoulder, her warm breath fanning my neck. 

"You’re so wet, I can feel it", she murmured. 

 "Yeah," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "All because of you."

“And that camera.”

Skye’s hand froze, her fingers still tantalisingly close. 

“Alright, ladies, let’s take five!” The photographer called suddenly. His voice was strained, and we both blinked at him innocently.

“But we just started.”

“Bathroom break.” He choked out before running out of the room and sending us both into fits of giggles.

“I bet he’s rubbing one out.” Skye laughed.

“Oh yeah.”

As we stepped apart, I felt a pang of disappointment, but it was quickly replaced by anticipation. Skye’s eyes locked onto mine, her expression promising more to come. We grabbed bottles of water, and I took a took a deep gulp, letting a single drop of water slide down the side of my lips and off my chin. The droplet splashed against my cleavage. And I watched as Skye’s eye followed it. She glanced over at the photographer, then bent over to suck it right off my skin, leaving a tiny red mark on my skin that quickly faded from sight. The arousal the action caused burned hot and strong, though. 

"He has no idea, does he?" she teased, nodding toward Dave, who was reviewing the photos on his camera. 

I smirked.

"Not a clue. But I love that he’s watching us, even if he doesn’t know what’s really going on."

"I can’t wait to see what else you have planned," Skye said, leaning in close enough for our lips to almost touch. 

"Me neither," I replied, my voice a sultry whisper. "But first, let’s give him a few more shots. And then... we’ll take this somewhere private."

The words sent a thrill through me. We both knew when she said private, she meant anything but. I took a deep breath, straightened my shoulders, and turned back to the photographer, who was calling us over for the next set of poses.

This time, he ordered Skye to hug me from behind and had me lean forward like she’d just tackled me from behind on a beach, and we were both mid-laugh. I felt Skye’s arm wrap under my breasts, pressing against them while a hand the camera couldn't see snuck into my bikini briefs. She had just enough time to slip inside me and run a finger along my inner walls. As quickly as she thrust inside, she was gone again, and we switched positions. 

This time I was behind and able to press three fingers to the front of her briefs, pressing hard enough to give her clit a rub through the fabric before we moved. We kept it up, subtly touching one another as the shoot continued. If the photographer noticed, he never said a word. The camera continued to click, and I smiled, knowing my pleasure would be captured forever. It was only a matter of time before a combination of the attention and touches sent me over the edge.

Skye gave my breast a subtle squeeze as we changed poses, and I shivered; so cheeky. I could never have guessed this was where I would end up in life, but now that I was here, I couldn’t bring myself to be angry. I was too busy being horny to care.