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Suggestion 2

It had been a great fall. We’d finished our cross-country season ranked second in our region. Our coach was pleased because the team hadn’t done that well in years. After announcing the ranking to all of us, he pulled me aside. He mentioned that I was an asset to the team. “You do real well out on the track. Sometimes I don’t know what to make of you, but your lifestyle is not any of my business.” He then reminded me that my scholarship required me to run indoor track to continue to fulfill my requirements.

It took me a while to figure out what he meant about my lifestyle, but eventually I guessed that he thought I was gay. I brought it up to Stacy. “Do you think that I should correct him?”

She laughed about him believing that I was gay.

After getting no answer, I asked again. “Well, do you think that I should correct him?”

She smiled and shook her head. “Let him think whatever he wants to as long as he’s not discriminating against you. But I’m pleased that your new health-conscious regimen has improved your performance out on the track. I think that your running abilities have changed. Your legs are looking powerful.”

While we were on that topic, I questioned the pills she was feeding me. “Well, everything has changed. But speaking of my new regimen, I see how the vegetarian thing has paid off, but what about the pills? Are you feeding me female hormones?”

Stacy pulled me into her arms and pulled me down on her lap. “Why’d you ask?”

I blushed. It seemed so petty. I was ready to say never mind and drop the discussion, but I decided to go on. “Well, you know that my body shape has been changing, and our lovemaking has taken on a new direction. You know, rubbing.”

I was referring to what Stacy called scissoring. She liked me to wear a pair of satin bikini panties and a matching camisole while we made love. We were both in satin, and our genitals were covered. Instead of me entering her, we used friction to stimulate ourselves. I thought it was unusual, but we both achieved satisfaction.

“Do you enjoy yourself when we do this?”

I nodded. “I do, but it seems to center on my inability to achieve an erection and respond. My cock is not acting in the same way it used to, and it just seems weird. I looked up erectile dysfunction. And then, there’s my chest.”

She smiled and raised an eyebrow.

“Well, you know that my nipples are changing. They seem to be getting bigger, and there’s a lump growing behind them, stretching the sensitive parts. I know that you know because you are stimulating me this way.”

“Do you mind our nipple play?”

I shook my head. “No. I’m enjoying our lovemaking. Everything you do turns me on. But what about the pills?”

She smiled. “Sure. They are my design. A friend of mine is a chemist, and he creates his own compounds. Whatever chemical I tell him to add, well, he does. He even has his own pill press.”

I nodded my head to signify that I understood.“What’s in them?”

“Well, for the first month, there were massive doses of vitamins, and yes, a blocker to keep your testosterone under control. Honestly, I really had trouble with your body odor, and the soaps were just masking your natural odor. I wondered if we needed to go deeper. So, yes. There’s a small dose of estrogen in there, too. That’s one of the reasons that you’re smelling so much better. But we did add in the estrogen to make up for any bone loss you might suffer from the drop in testosterone. That’s why your butt is growing, and you’ve begun to get breast buds. Do you approve?”

Now, that was a hard decision to make. Right now, everything was going well. I mean, classes were good. My track scholarship was great, and living with Stacy was the best thing that had happened to me. “Uh, I’m not sure. I wonder what all these drugs are going to do to me down the line? Are you trying to turn me into a woman?”

Tracy smiled and embraced me. “And what if I was? Would you mind being my wife?”

“Wife? Then what would you be?”

“I’d be your wife, silly.”

“Lesbians?”

That resulted in Tracy literally attacking me and pulling me down to the floor. One thing I do love is how long we take to make love. Since my genitals were responding slowly, it means that we spent more time stimulating erogenous zones that I had never known about.

But enough about sex. I continued to take the pills, but not a whole lot changed. Sure, my butt and nipples had already changed. But one day, when we were fooling around, Tracy grabbed the back of my hair and attacked my chest. Suddenly, it was like someone had hooked me up to a light socket. Her hands were cupping the flesh on my chest, and I realized that fatty tissue was forming on my flat chest. It was a turn-on, but when we were finished, I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and cupped the flesh with my hands.

Stacy came in and watched. Then she nuzzled my neck.

I looked into her eyes, watching me in the mirror. “Boobs.”

She smiled and ran her hands over them, and I shook with excitment watching my nipples enlarge and grow hard.

Stacy smiled and rubbed my head. “You need a new haircut and more rounds of electrolysis on your face. I want you to head back to my salon.”

It had been getting long, but not that long. “Okay. But the frosted tips are dated. I’m the only one I know with that look. Somebody told me that the nineties are calling my haircut and they want it back.”

Tracy laughed. “Okay. But I want to see a new cut for you. Now that you’re going to be my lesbian lover, I think you need a masc haircut.”

I shook my head having no idea what she was talking about.

“Sure, baby. There is nothing cuter than a pretty girl who dresses up like a boy. I think that you’d be perfect with that look.”

I didn’t want to appear ignorant, but I had no idea what she was talking about until I was sitting in the salon, being fussed over. It meant more holes in one ear, a manicure, a shaggy, highly styled haircut, and having my eyebrows thinned, but not shaped.

I stared in the mirror. I looked different, but it wasn’t coming out looking more female. No makeup, nothing feminine. But my face did look much softer. When I got home, Tracy was pleased and immediately attacked me.

After we’d finished making love, she smiled. “You need a new wardrobe. We need to give you some style.”

Style turned out to be baggy denims, tees, and a few sharp jackets. There was nothing feminine about what I started to wear to classes. But the reactions were.

Suddenly, young college women were chatting me up on campus. Really good-looking women. A few of them were coming on to me, all touchy-feely. But I think they saw the panic in my eyes.

One extremely beautiful woman whispered in my ear. “I want to ravage you, make love to you, and please you just like a guy.”

I looked straight into her eyes. “But I am a guy.”

She grinned as she slyly reached under my jacket to softly caress my small breasts, then patted my rump. “Of course you are, sweetie. It would be easy to fantasize that you are a big, muscular guy while we rub together under my soft comforter. Now, doesn’t that sound nice?”

Suddenly, she kissed me hard on my lips. “Soft skin, great complexion, beautiful haircut, and such a cute little body. You are delicious!”

“But seriously, I have a cock and balls!”

She kissed me again. “Oh, baby. Nobody’s perfect!”