Bimbo Besties, Part 3 (Bimbo Best Friend TG) (Patreon)

By FoxFaceStories A Commission for Al Chris is a driven yet emotionally distant college student focusing on his future in architecture. But

By FoxFaceStories

A Commission for Al

Chris is a driven yet emotionally distant college student focusing on his future in architecture. But when an old flame confronts him over the fact that he saw her as nothing more than a ‘valley girl bimbo’ and only dated her to make her brother - his college rival - angry, he soon finds out exactly what the bimbo life entails. After all, as Chris once said, the two would be ‘better off as friends.’ Bimbo friends.

First Part

Previous Part 

Crossover Sequel Sweet Tooth

Epilogue (set after Sweet Tooth) 

Alt-Ending where Emile gets turned instead Here

Bimbo Besties, Part 3

So, it was love. And not the kind of sophisticated, intelligent love with clear delineations, borders and boundaries like Christopher had imagined that he might unearth one day once he was a successful architect. No, this was the cutesy wutesey, lovey dovey, head over heels, bouncing-with-joy kind of love that infected the whole of Christina’s being and made her want to squeal in a high-pitched voice from the sheer ecstasy of knowing this gorgeous man was deeply in love with her.

So she did. She squealed.

Emile cringed a little, stepping back and putting his hands to his ears.

“Okay, okay! You’re excited, Christina! I’m glad! Can you not, um, shriek so loudly please?”

“Sorry,” she said, going a little red in her pale cheeks. She couldn’t help but grin, no matter how much her male pride wanted to fight it. This was Emile Halloway! The man who was supposed to be her rival, especially once she turned back to Christopher. She did want to turn back. She was certain of it. It was just . . . not something she wanted to think about right at that moment, especially with how deeply fucking attractive Emile was right before her. His muscles, that totes hard cock that just rubbed against my belly through his boardies . . . mmhm!

“So, what do we do on this beach date?” Emile asked.

She had to blink to get her thoughts - sluggish as they were these days - back on track. “Oh, um. I think we, like, walk along the beach and talk about life. And play beachball, duh. And we can lie back on towels and you can look at me and -”

“That sounds amazing,” he said very quickly. “But can we stay in the water a bit longer?”

“Sure!” she said, beaming. “Is it because you’ve got a super big boner right now, or are you just happy to see me?”

Now it was his time to turn red. Emile went a bit flustered before finding his next words. “Christina - Chrissy - that’s not even how that joke . . . yes. I do. You, uh, have that effect on me. Especially in that bikini. You really do look quite beautiful.”

She beamed again. She held her hands behind her back and turned in the water, letting her boobs bounce in her top.

“Beautiful, huh? You sure I don’t look, like, you know, a total busty bombshell right now?”

“Oh, definitely that as well. I just . . . that’s not my usual vocabulary.”

He’s so freakin’ cute when he’s all nervous like this! It’s so easy to tease him!

In fact, it almost felt like their old rivalry dynamic, albeit one that was much more friendly. Instead of mocking him, and trying to undo him, Chrissy now felt that ribbing this man she apparently loved was just another way of showing affection, while still getting a bit of a kick out of the banter.

“Let’s go for a swim then,” she suggested. “You can race me. But if you lose, you have to totally kiss me like crazy.”

“And if I win?” he said, grinning.

“Then you have to kiss me like crazy,” she said, barely able to contain her laughter.

“Hmm, tough terms. I accept. Where to?”

She pointed. “To the little floatie that some kid must have lost. I bet I can totes reach it before you.”

“You’re on,” he said, and gave a similar challenging, competitive look that he had once given Christopher. Only this one, Chrissy knew, came with a very rock solid erection in his boardshorts that was waiting just for her.

I’m just having a bit of fun. Sure, I like, totally feel lots of love for him and want him to fuck my wet pussy and fill me with babies and - oh God! Oh shit, not that! I don’t want really cute babies in me. I just want to have, like, a bit of fun before turning back, like Angie said!

She nearly missed Emile counting down to ‘Go!’, but when she registered it she took off, throwing her all into it. A brief smattering of memories hit her mind, reminding her of all the times she and Angie had raced in the water together as kids, and how once Chrissy had been so determined that she lost her bikini top completely, her big boobs free in the water without her realising. She’d won, but some of the local cheering boys had been given quite a show, to her embarrassment. Well, she wasn’t entirely embarrassed. Just annoyed that Emile hadn’t been there. He’d been studying,

The memories ended, and she was back in the water, surging forth. The memory proved useful, however. As the water rushed past her, she nearly had one boob fall out of its pink cup, and she had to quickly adjust it. It lost her valuable time and speed, but it preserved some small sense of modesty. She continued through waves, delighting in how freeing it was, but at the same time aware of how totally weaker she was. Not only did she lack male muscle mass, but it was clear that Chrissy was not huge into exercise outside of the occasional gym workout to keep her body - and booty - looking cute. She was not cut for long-distance anything, nor short-distance physical exertion at a high level.

Naturally, it meant that Emile was always going to win.

Except that just shy of the floatie he stopped, and allowed her to pass on through like a total gentleman.

“Oh no, I have lost,” he said, his face one of mock tragedy.

“Awwww, you’re super sweet,” she said. She kicked off against the water and held the floatie above her head triumphantly. “But I still, like, totally won by the rules. And that means I win the ultimate prize: getting to smooch the hell out of your cute face.”

She did so, passionately. With his taller height, Emile could easily stand, so she wrapped her legs around him and pressed her bosom against his chest. He supported her hips with his hands, raising her up so that for once she was looking down on him. It made the feeling all the hotter.

I’m totes kissing a guy and loving it. Gawdamnit Angelica, what have you done to me? I never want this to end but it’s so wrong!

As they parted, Emile just shook his head. “I can’t believe how long it took me to confess my feelings. I wish I’d done it a long time ago, Christina.”

“I like it when you call me Christina,” she said. “It feels so super formal. You’re so stiff and formal but it’s really hyper cute on you.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said.

“So, ready for a beach walk?” she suggested. It was, perhaps, a way to avoid getting so frisky with her. They couldn’t have too much PDA on the beach in full view of everyone, after all. Unfortunately and fortunately for Chrissy’s mixed mind, he gave a sheepish grin that was full of embarrassment.

“Well, after that kiss, I think I might need a little more time in the sea, I’m afraid.”

It was ridiculous enough that she couldn’t stop herself from giving him a giggle, followed by another kiss.

I’m just super, super glad that my wet pussy won’t be nearly so obvious. Gawd, I’m fucking aching to be all filled up, it’s maddening!

***

After what felt like an age - albeit a wonderful one - Emile had finally ‘cooled off’, and the two were embarking on a romantic little walk across the beach. Though not before spending ten minutes tracking down the family that had lost their floatie. Christopher never would have bothered, and Emile was initially perplexed, but he smiled in surprise when they found the family, gave the floatie back to the girl, and evidently made her day. Only then did they start the romantic walk, and somehow starting it on that sweet note made it all the more romantic already, just from the way Emile looked at her.

On the far side of the beach were a number of beach front restaurants, and as time shifted to the middle afternoon, Chrissy was starting to wonder if that was where the date was headed as well. She held Emile’s hand as they talked and laughed about old memories from her new life, but sometimes he put his hand around her soft, slim waist and she felt the powerful urge to rest her head against his shoulder. It was far too comfortable for her liking. And that just made it impossible to resist.

Why am I like this? Why is he suddenly so charming? It’s like my whole life - everyone’s lives - are so much better when I’m a total bimbo girly girl. Um, am I even a bimbo if I’m saving myself for him, though? Or does that make me just not a slut? Gawd, I’d know if I still had Christopher brains. Stupid, fun-loving bimbo brain.

Still, she found herself loving the company of her crush. She talked passionately - practically gushingly, in fact - about her work with animals, how much she bawled tears every time one had to be put down, but how much she deeply loved volunteering to get others proper shelter. That turned to her discussing the plight of the homeless. She didn’t quite understand all the so-called ‘sociological factors’ that Emile talked about, though he seemed intelligent on the subject, but she was adamant on the point that people had to help other people, starting with the less fortunate. It was enough of a stance that he backed off to nicer topics, such as movies they both likes (surprise, he was actually quite the secret romantic), childhood books they shared (her memories gave her this one, she’d loved dragons as a child, albeit pink ones, and so they both loved The Book of Many Dragons), and even their amusing thoughts on Angelica.

“She can be so pushy!” Emile said, exasperated.

“You, like, literally have no idea.”

“Trust me, she’s my sister.”

“No, I’m totes serious. She’s, like, really pushed me in ways I cannot explain. But . . . she is my bestie. She wants what’s best for me.”

Gawd, she really does. Even that spell wasn’t done in, like, malice or whatever.

The thought endeared her more to Angelica. The fact that in her new memories, her bimbo bestie truly was there every step of her life, helping care for the Galford family and learning about their situation from the beginning, with no judgement. It told Chrissy that Angelica truly was ‘spoiled sweet’ in a way that so few rich girls were. And while her brother may have had an exterior that was stoic, sometimes snobby and elitist, he truly had a kind and compassionate core.

And he had a sexy butt.

“Are you looking at my butt?” Emile asked, realising she had started walking behind him.

“Oh, totes. Sorry, I just couldn’t help myself. It’s so firm and masculine. And now that you’ve, like, finally grown a pair and asked me out and told you like me, I figure I can say stuff like that.”

Instead of, you know, ‘I hate you and you suck’ or whatever boring stuff I said as Christopher.

“Well, glad you like it,” he said. “And I have to return the compliment, because if it doesn’t sound too piggish, your behind looks incredibly -”

They were interrupted by a giggle from a pair of girls that were passing. They were clearly alpha cheerleader types, and Chrissy was reasonably certain she recognised them from college. Neither were from her makeup course, however. One was a thin, elegant woman. She vaguely remembered her from the study lounge. She was taking law or something. The other she did recognise: Diana, who was most certainly in Christopher’s architecture course. She had a vicious look in her eyes. She too was gorgeous, and like her friend was clearly quite smart. They had wealthy backgrounds, Chrissy knew.

How do I know that? How do I - oh no! They were, like, my bullies in this crazy timeline! They picked on me in the mall when I was only a teen, because they could afford designer stuff and I couldn’t!

As if to confirm that very fact, Diana gave a snooty look in her direction.

“Oh Emile, gallivanting around with Christina Galford, are you? No offence, but I thought you usually chased more . . . intellectual types.”

Chrissy automatically moved to be slightly behind Emile, clutching his shoulder. She would have barked at these girls as Christopher, but she felt so submissive and weak in this moment that it was ridiculous. Emile clenched his hands.

“What do you mean by that, Diana?” he asked unevenly.

“I think you know what I mean, Emile,” Diana continued. She sauntered forward, flicking her hair to one side. “I don’t mean to insult the so-called ‘Chrissy’ here, but let’s be honest, she’s not the brightest bulb in the house, or the sharpest tool in the shed.”

“Hey, stop being such a meanie!” Chrissy exclaimed, though her voice sounded not so sure of itself, and the insult was weak to say the least. She tried to avoid the flush of blood to her cheeks, but this damned girly body was far too eager to always look adorably embarrassed. She blamed Angelica, and Emile for clearly finding such a quality attractive, and thus dooming her with it.

The girls just laughed, and not kindly at that.

“Meanie? Are you serious? This isn’t elementary school, hun. C’mon Emile, I know she has a big pair of tits and an oversized ass, but you must be at least a little embarrassed over this. You’re the top of the class and a lock-in for the Murlowe Award, but here you are with this little brown-haired floozy. I mean . . . are you going through a hard time or something, or is this just a silly little fling with the public school girl?”

Gawd, I want to slap her. Not even punch her. I mean, fully just girl-fight her. Just, like, bring me the mud pit and I will wrestle her and let Emile get all hard just watching me win!

But it was Emily who stepped up, and stepped forward.

“Diana, Christina Galford is ten times the person you are, and will ever be. The same goes for your pair of giggling sidekicks here. While you care about status, she cares about people. So what if she takes beauty courses, or enjoys some reality TV? And who gives a shit if she went to public school? She makes me want to be a better person, and you two . . . you three barely qualify as people at all from the comments you’ve just made. Now have a good afternoon. I’m on a date with the woman I love.”

Love. Holy shit, he said it. I mean, it was totes a complete accident but he like full on just spat that out right there like a crazy person and now my heart is just beating like crazy and I’m meant to be a man who likes chicks but I’ve never felt this way before so I don’t even care if he’s a man I want him I want him I want him I want him oh God this is crazy but I want him sooooo bad!!!

Her heart beat nearly as fast as her thoughts were flying. Diana rolled her eyes.

“Well, I guess we learned the difference between wealth and class today, isn’t that right, Bianca?”

Bianca! That’s her name! Du’h!

Bianca laughed in the affirmative, and she and Diana stomped off, both trying to look like she’d won the argument. But a sneer of derision revealed how irritated Diana truly was.

“I’m so sorry about that,” Emile said as they continued forward. She took his hand and put it around her waist, curling against him as he led her to one of the public reclining beach chairs. “Diana is a horrible snob of a human being. I know I can be a bit of a snob but trust me, Diana makes me look like an amateur. What she said was cruel. Unkind. Um, are you alright?”

Chrissy burst into tears. For a moment, Emile was his nervous self around her. He looked about, as if concerned as to who would see, before he moved to comfort her.

‘Oh, um, I had no idea her words hurt you so much. Chrissy, what can I do? Chrissy? I’m sorry, I’m normally much better about this with girls, but you have this spell on me, I find it hard to be, well, sensible around you. That’s always been the case, hasn’t it?”

She giggled through the tears. “N-no, it’s not that, Emile. I’m not sad. Diana is, like, totally a queen bee bitch, and her words totally stung and stuff, but you were just so heroic standing up to me like that.”

“Well, they were women. I wasn’t going to get into a fistfight.”

“But the things you said, they j-just made me so h-happy! I can barely believe it, but I can’t fight these feelings, not when they’re so strong. You said you loved me.”

His eyebrows raised. “Uh, I did?”

She nodded eagerly, almost hungrily. She wanted to hear those words again.

“You said that you were ‘on a date with the woman I love.’ You said that about me. I was, like, totally overcome. I know you always wanted me, and I always wanted you - well, in this life, not that I can explain it - but to hear you say it, it was like an explosion in my mind and heart and body. It set me right off. I love you too, Emile. Gawd, I can’t believe I’m saying it, after everything, but I love you. I love you so much!”

She pulled his face into her chest, smothering him in her tits. It wasn’t even a sexual action - at least for her - she simply wanted to hug and hold and love this man completely, and feel the warmth of his face against her chest. It was only when he began struggling that she squeaked a realisation at how long she’d held him there, and she finally let him up for air. He took a comically large breath.

“Holy moly, I didn’t quite expect that,” he said. To her joy, he was grinning, though it was a lopsided, curious grin.

One that set off alarm bells in her brain.

“You . . . you did mean it, right?” she said. “That you love me, I mean?”

He was silent a moment, that lopsided grin plastered to his face, unmoving. Finally, it became more serious as he seemed to figure out what to say next.

“Christina, I didn’t mean to say I love you. Don’t freak out! Know that I mean it. Meant it. Probably, I guess.”

Oh. Oh no. Oh no, this is humiliating. Why did I do all that? He doesn’t love me!

“Probably?” she said, her voice a thin, pained whisper.

“No! Definitely! I think! Oh, this is so damn annoying! Christina, I’ve pined for you all my life. I do believe I definitely love you. All these years, I’ve wanted to be with you. Your compassion, your kindness, the way you’ve triumphed over so much adversity. It’s brilliant. And I won’t lie, you are deeply attractive to me. We both know that. But . . . what Diana said was cruel, and mean, and should never have been said the way it was.”

“The way it was?” she said.

He nodded. He was sweating a little, clearly trying to grasp the words that would communicate his meaning. Her heart continued to flutter, adrift and terrified of how humiliated she was about to become.

“Exactly,” he continued. “She was being a bully, and needed to be shut down. Which was why I said what I did, and perhaps used the l-word a little too quickly. Not that I don’t necessarily feel that way! But . . . well, look at it from my point of view. I’ve always been deeply attracted to you, and not just your body. When we were kids, I loved hearing your perspective on things, and seeing your enthusiasm. As teens, all that you and your mother did for our family endeared my own perspective towards the less fortunate, and that of my parents too.”

This is like, a new stuffy speech. He’s approaching some sort of crazy stuffy horizon.

“But, much as I cannot deny that I care deeply for you, am attracted to you, and yes, want you as my girlfriend, you must understand my perspective. I’m the top student in my architecture class, just like Diana said. I’ve got big things ahead of me in life, my father and mother are certain on this point, particularly since my sister is . . . well, she’s Angelica. I don’t think she’ll be performing anything magical.”

Emile, you have no idea. Like, none whatsoever. Not one iota, whatever that is! UGH WHY CAN’T I JUST TELL HIM, THIS IS SO FRUSTRATING!

“The point I’m making is that there’s a sort of . . . imbalance, that other people see between you and I. I have to be serious, take care of my academic future, and that means cultivating a reputation for my future business, and social circles as well. And Christina, you are such a beautiful soul, but you can also be very . . . full on. Excitable. Stereotypical, some would say, but that would not be right, because you are caring. But you are very . . .”

He petered out in the face of her silence, and her glare. She had never felt so angry as Christina before, not even when she’d first been changed.

“Very bimbo-ish, is totally what you meant, right?”

“No! Not that, I’m just saying that you’re-”

“A real girly girl. A total ditz. A party woman. Not ‘respectable’, right?”

“Only in the eyes of others,” he said. “Look, this is partly why I’ve always struggled to communicate how much I care for you. And yes, I do think my feelings for you are truly love, but my hesitation is about this chasm between you and I when it comes to -”

She slapped him. She didn’t even realise what she was doing until it was already done. Her hand stung from the sheer, perfect force that smacked across his face. Emile was entirely still, but his expression changed to one of utter shock. A red imprint of a hand on his right cheek was already forming. Several onlookers further away were staring at the sight, already murmuring, a couple even chuckling.

Holy shit I just slapped the dude I love! Holy shit! But he super deserved it! He - he’s basically telling me that I’m not smart enough. And it’s all Angelica’s fault anyway! How dare he!? How dare THEY!?

She stood, tears already bubbling up in her eyes, a massive dam threatening to burst.

“I c-can’t believe you said you love me and then that,” she stammered, barely able to form the words. “I c-can’t believe you’d be so unkind. You are worse than Diana. I th-thought you were different. But you’re the s-same Emile you’ve a-always been. Now I, like, see you for who you totally are!”

“Wait, Christina! I didn’t mean it like that! I just - damn!”

It was too late. She turned and ran away as fast as she could. Her breasts bounced, her ass too, each jiggle reminding the world and herself that she was female. Angelica had been right: she really was experiencing everything there was to being a woman, including being let down by a man she had come to love.

Now I can finally turn back. I’ll keep Mom. Hell, I’ll totes even keep working at the shelters. But I won’t be stuck in this body attracted to that man just because he’s embarrassed I’m now a ditz. I - I can’t live my life loving a man who’s embarrassed to love me back.

She headed back across the beach. She was going straight home to her Mom. She needed her embrace more than anything. She’d needed it for so much longer than her Mom could possibly know.

***

Sarah dropped everything the moment she saw Chrissy run through the door. It was like something out of a Hallmark movie, and Chrissy loved Hallmark movies these days. She cried into her mother’s shoulder, appreciating more than ever how much she needed this woman’s presence back in her life. It took a lot of tears and sobs and breathing exercises just to be able to speak properly again, and she felt terrible that her mother was more alarmed than she should have been. Finally, after getting control of her breathing, Christina told Sarah everything as the latter got them some soothing tea and some scones - Chrissy’s favourite.

“Well, I’m glad it wasn’t something more serious,” Sarah said. “You scared the life out of me.”

“S-sorry.”

“But you’ve always been very emotional, my bunny. Your heart is just too big for that little chest of yours.”

“But my boobs are huge, Mom.”

Oh, I get what she means. Gawd, my brain sometimes!

But Sarah laughed. Mothers and daughters could talk about such things. “Oh, my little dove, sometimes I wish I saw the world the same way you do. In fact, sometimes you take me there all on your own. But what I meant was that your heart has always been on your sleeve, honey. You feel big because you care big, and so when Emile acted like you were not good enough for him, it was like an earthquake split your heart right in twain.”

“In twain?”

“Means in half.”

“Oh yeah, duh.”

Duh! Gawd, I need to get my vocab back, ASAP!

“I guess you’re right,” Chrissy continued. “It’s just such, like, a dick move to act that way. He’s always liked me, well, sort of always, and I’ve always liked him. Angelica wants us together. And he defended me from those absolute bitches-”

“Language, honey.”

She grinned sheepishly. “Oh, yeah, sorry. That felt kinda bad to say anyway, huh. It’s just that they made fun of me for going to public school, and for being poor, but most of all for being a total klutz and a ditz, and Emile stepped up and said he loved me, actually loved me, Mom! Despite how he was, like, such a rival back in the day.”

Sarah raised an eyebrow. “A rival? For what? Another man’s affection?”

“Um, yeah. Not quite, but yeah I guess? A professor’s?”

Sarah’s jaw dropped, and Chrissy realised she had said something very stupid.

“Chrissy, honey, I’m gonna need you to tell me all about that -”

“No! I didn’t mean a professor. I mean a paperboy! Gah! I was just mixing up words again.”

Sarah relaxed, as did Chrissy, who laughed internally at her own ditziness. Sarah proceeded to laugh openly, and soon mother and daughter were cracking up together. It occurred to Chrissy in that moment that being a bit of a ditz mentally wasn’t such a bad thing. It could lead to funny moments like this. She wiped tears from her eyes, and eventually the pair collected themselves.

“Confront Emile,” Sarah finally said.

“What, like, really?”

“You two have been orbiting one another far, far too long for you to take this lying down, honey. The Halloways have done a lot for us, but we’ve also done a lot for them, grounding them back into the reality of what life is like for the majority of us, for one. And if that lesson has been missed on Emile, and he thinks that you’re not good enough purely because you’re a beauty major and not a law major, then it’s his loss, darling. But before you consider flushing him, and your connection to him, down the toilet, maybe it’s worth talking to him one-on-one. Find out if he really meant it, or if he was being a fool. Because Emile, I think we both know, can get his hoity foot in his toity mouth from time to time.”

Chrissy giggled again. She wiped the last of her tears - the ones from crying and the ones from laughing, and leapt into her mother’s arms. She hadn’t realised how much she missed the smell of her.

I missed her as a son, but I totes need her so much now that I’m her daughter.

“Thank you, mommy,” she said sweetly.

“Any time, dear. And best of luck.”

***

Christopher had stormed in many different contexts on many different occasions. He had been a brooding man, bereft of a sense of joy and vivaciousness that pervaded Christina. In so many ways, it was realising how depressing that existence had been that enabled the new woman to ponder what it would be like to stay Chrissy longer. Perhaps even embrace her life for good . . . even if such thoughts were swept aside, victims of her vestigial male pride.

But God, how Christopher had been able to storm. She drew upon that experience the following day as she dismounted off her old bicycle and headed for the buzzer gate that led to the Halloway household.

“Who is it?” came a voice. It was Angelica’s. Chrissy was happy about that: she wanted to speak to Emile in person, and curse him out in her own bubbly, indignant way. And then to give him a chance to speak for himself.

“It’s me, bestie,” Chrissy said. It was without a trace of irony this time. “I’m here to see Emile.”

“Oooh!”

“It’s not, like, how you think. It didn’t go well. I need him to explain literally everything or I am so through, Angie. Not just with your brother, but with all of this girly girl stuff, no matter how totes fun it’s ended up being.”

There was silence on the other side of the buzzer, then the gate clicked open.

“Thank you,” she said, storming forward. She echoed her former male self, fists scrunched at her sides, a scowl on her features, her chest thrust out (though this had the opposite effect now that she was quite the busty girl. She’d even intended to wear dark, threatening colours but had forgotten that intent the second she trawled through her new purchases, the ones Angelica had gotten her, and instead now wore a cute hot pink crop top with a cream-white skirt. She even had a pink hairband in to match the colour scheme.

But I’ll look totes confident and scary in my own, sort of bimbo way, I guess.

She opened the main door, and Angelica was predictably on the other side of it. Her honey-blonde hair looked like it was being treated for curls, and her face was all alarm. She must have ran down the stairs immediately to greet her.

“Chrissy,” she said. “What’s going on? Did the date not go well yesterday?”

“It went super,” she replied, stern-faced as Christopher had been, “until he totally made fun of me for being a real ditz and dumbie and said I wasn’t good enough for him, even though he’d just said he was in freakin’ love with me!”

Angelica’s face froze. Then, like a scene from a nature documentary depicting a frozen waterfall melting back into a torrent with the arrival of spring, it slowly shifted to an expression of powerful, unstoppable rage.

“I’m going to, like, kill him,” she declared.

“I want to talk to him first.”

“It wasn’t meant to go this way! You two are perfect for each other!”

We really are. God, this new timeline has just sandwiched us together. Except he can be a totally pompous asshole! A cute one, but an asshole still!

“I know,” she said, a statement which clearly surprised Angelica with its frankness, “but I need to talk to him. If he’s gonna be like this and not even try to, like, understand this version of me or whatever, then I’m through. With all of this. You’ll change me back.”

It was a command, not a request, and to her surprise, the ditzy witch nodded in agreement. “If he throws this all away, I’ll turn him into a bimbo just to show him!”

Chrissy giggled at the thought of that, then reconfigured her thoughts. Jokes later, confrontation now. “He’s in his room?”

“Yep. Studying. Well, I thought he was. He’s in a totes serious mood but I thought he was just putting it on for show because the date went well. Is this why you didn’t reply to all my texts?”

“Yeah. I’m heading up. Please don’t, like, eavesdrop.”

“No promises!” Angelica shouted as Chrissy ascended the staircase and headed straight for Emile’s room. She banged loudly on the door, with an anger that was a mix of feminine uproar and masculine rage. She remembered doing similarly to Emile when they were little, after he’d stolen one of her cute pink-dressed Barbies. It turned out he was just trying to fix a rip in her dress, too embarrassed to admit it. She hoped that this was the case now; that this would all be a simple misunderstanding.

The door opened, and Emile stood on the other side.

Whatever Chrissy was going to say vanished from her brain, and not just because she sucked at remembering things sometimes. No, it was because he looked haggard. She’d never seen him look less prim and proper. His slightly darker blonde hair was mussed up, and there were dark patches under his eyes as if from poor sleep. He was wearing pyjamas, which was somehow the most dejected part of his appearance of all. He never wore pyjamas past midday. It just wasn’t done. He wasn’t even in a smart dress robe or something.

“Chrissy!” he said, eyes wide and a little bloodshot. “What are you doing here?”

“What do you, like, think? Can I come in?”

He looked behind him into the slight mess of his room. “We could talk in the living room or -”

“I think private is best. Like, don’t you?”

He nodded at that. They both knew that Angelica, lovely as she was, was also a snoop. And also a total witch, as it turns out!

He led her in and she sat down on a spare computer chair while he sat on the other one. He rubbed his eyes for a moment.

“I’m sorry about yesterday,” he finally said. “I was an idiot. I keep replaying what I said over and over in my mind, and I keep coming back horrified, Chrissy. I truly do.”

She took this in, swallowed. Why does he look so hot like this? Do I have a total maternal streak or what? Is this why my brain keeps gushing about babies? Because I like to care after and nurture people and stuff? Gawd, stay on topic, brain!

“That’s . . . that’s like, really good to hear, Emile,” she said quietly. She looked down at her chest, at her obvious femaleness. She couldn’t believe that the apology she had long sought after from this man was in regards to romance, instead of their rivalry. And yet it felt much better to know it was the former. “You look pretty cute, by the way.”

He smirked. “I look like a mess.”

“A hot mess.”

“Okay, that was actually pretty funny. Is that yours?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Oh, I just assumed . . . damn, I’m doing it again. Look, Chrissy. What we talked about . . . I said everything the wrong way. I had my foot in my mouth and my mouth up my ass. I was wound into a pretzel trying to speak sense to you, but then I always have been. Something about you just turns me into knots, ever since we were kids. Angelica used to tease me about it constantly, but it’s true. And I meant what I said, even if I said it at the wrong time and blurted it out without thinking. I do love you.”

Oh Gawd, the heart beat is back again. I’m so lightheaded! Is he gonna kiss me? I really want him to kiss me! Christopher be damned, I want to be Chrissy so hard right now!

She leaned forward, pouting her full lips. But then Emile kept on talking. And this time he didn’t just dig himself a hole, he dug himself a tunnel, one that went straight to China.

“But sometimes love is not enough, Christina. That’s what I keep coming back to. There’s such a weight of expectation on my shoulders, and there’ll be expectations when I’m a married man. There’s a lot of events and social occasions and charity fairs where I’ll need a woman on my arm who knows how to mingle . . . properly. And sometimes I fear that, well, you said you were a ditz the other day. You almost said it proudly. And I just think that perhaps -”

Chrissy was about to slap him again, but even that energy had left her. Instead, she was about to tear up and sob her heart out. Drown the world in sorrow. She’d opened her fucking heart, accepting that she was a woman now in the process, and here she was humiliated twice over.

Thankfully, the door slammed open, and Angelica was on the other side, the cavalry charging over the hill to relieve a wounded flank.

“EMILE! YOU HAVE GOT SOME EXPLAINING TO DO, LITTLE TWIN BROTHER!”

She’d told Angie not to eavesdrop, but Chrissy could have kissed her friend then and there. In fact, it almost sounded a little hot.

“Angelica, get out of this, it’s none of your business!”

“Oh, it totes is brother, more than you know. This is my bestie, and you’re putting her down and denying your own frickin’ love because you’re super scared about how some other rich assholes will look at her! You and I are gonna have big words. Chrissy, you wait downstairs. I need to have it out with my dumbass brother here.”

“Christina and I were -”

“You think we’re dumb bimbos? You’re dumber than a rock right now, Emmy. We’re talking. Right here, right now. Chrissy? Living room. Just trust me.”

She had a mischievous grin on her face, the kind that almost worried Christina. Still, the former male nodded, gave one last sorrowful, betrayed look at Emile, and left the room. Angelica slammed the door shut and the yelling began. It was enough of a fury that it made her stop tearing up, and even give a small smile.

Okay, so turning me into a bimbo gal was pretty not on, but she has really stepped up as my BFF. I don’t know if I could go back, knowing I wouldn’t have her like that anymore.

And so, instead of leaving, she sat in the living room, a little awkwardly, and waited to find out what would happen next.

***

Nearly half an hour followed, during which Christina got bored (her attention span not being what it used to be) and started watching reality shows instead. She was getting deeply, deeply invested in the latest episode of Say Yes to the Dress when she heard a door open and two sets of footsteps coming down the stairs. Two women were talking, and it threw her off, because Chrissy had no idea that Angelica even had another female guest in the house.

Is her Mom back or something? Does she have another bestie I don’t know about?

Chrissy quickly fixed her hair and stood, adjusting her boobs in her bra - she’d been way too casual chilling back, and her pastel pink top had a few crumbs on it from the tasty cheesepuffs that had been on the kitchen table. But she stopped caring about appearances the moment this mysterious second someone appeared in view, looking supremely uncomfortable and flanked by a smug Angelica.

Who is she? She looks, like, super familiar but I can’t place her.

The woman was short - even shorter than Christina herself - and had cute honey-blonde hair with a couple of dirty blonde streaks through it. She was button cute, with mesmerising eyes and sharp yet adorable features, like a baby shark’s. She wore a totally amazing summer dress that was bright yellow with pink and red flowers adorning it, and a belt around its waist made sure that it clung to her figure, revealing the delightful curves of her impressive hips. She must have had a bust size nearly equal to that of Chrissy.

Wait, no. Those are even bigger than mine. Are they actual factual E-cups? It’s sooooo evidence for how far I’ve fallen that I’m incredibly jelly over that.

The mystery woman walked in heels, just a little awkwardly in her gait, and her bust bounced with each step. She kept looking from her chest to Chrissy and back again, blushing a deep shade of red.

Seriously, I know this person. Who is she?

“Ta-da!” Angelica announced, gesturing to the busty shortstack in the cute summer dress. “What do you think?”

To her embarrassment, Christina could only say: “She’s hot as fuck. But, like, who is she? Have we met?”

The woman looked down, blushing even more heavily. “Yeah, we totes have. I mean, totes have. Oh Gawd, this sucks sooooo much!”

“Go on, tell her your name,” Angelica said, teasing.

“I’m Emily. I mean, I’m Emily. Angelica, this is crazy! You can’t, like, do this; it’s against the law or something. I think.”

Angelica grinned again, but Christina only shrugged. “Was she here the whole time?”

The unlikely witch chuckled. “Uh, sure. This is Emily, my cousin.”

The lie was too much. Christina knew her friend well enough to read her like a book, and no intelligence was necessary for that. In an instant, it all clicked, and then it was her turn to be embarrassed.

“Ohmigod, no way! EMILE!? You changed EMILE!?”

“Finally! Yes, I changed him into this cute little sexy shortstack of a twin. Isn’t that right?”

‘Emily’ grumbled, trying to position herself so that she wasn’t totally cute and sexy, but her body naturally seemed to pose in such ways that emphasised her delightful figure. “This is crazy. How are you doing magic? Mom was just telling fables or whatever! You’ve got to change me back!”

“Not until you walk a mile in Christina’s shoes, my dear little sister. If you’re going to look down on us girls who like fashion, and clothes, and shopping, and looking cute and watching reality shows and giggling and laughing and all that, well . . . you can just learn exactly what it’s like to be one, and hopefully that will finally change your perspective.”

“H-how long am I like this? My mind feels so weird. It’s all, like, sluggish.”

“Yeah, but it’s also free. You’ll see what I mean. It’ll only last a week, and don’t worry, it won’t come with any reality changes like it did Chrissy.”

Holy shit, did she just, like, say that out loud?

Angelica gave a guilty look, smiled, and then peaced out. “I’m sure you two have super lots to talk about! See you both later! And maybe we’ll see Emile back in a week, a lot nicer and more open to you, Chrissy!”

Mere moments later, both Emile/Emily and Christopher/Chrissy were alone together, Angelica having left to take her car out to God-knows-where. Emily was shaking, the new woman clearly having had the surprise of her life, just as Chrissy had when she’d been changed.

She’s so adorbs! But it’s still Emile in there, though a supes bimbo version like me I guess. I’ve got to approach this delicately. Thank Gawd I’m a woman now because old me would have super sucked at this.

“Emily, I know you’re really afraid right now. Trust me, it’s super wild to get used to being a woman. I’ve, like, been there already. But at least you don’t have a whole reality change and new timeline and stuff to deal with, okay?”

“New timeline? What are you, like, talking about? Why am I using the word ‘like’, like, all the time?”

Chrissy gave what she hoped was a kind grin. “Because you’re like me now. You’re a cute, ditzy bimbo. And once you kinda get used to it, it’s hard to stop being one. Trust me, I’ve sort of . . . come around on it.”

“You - you were changed, like me? That totally makes no sense. How is my sister doing magic? Why do I have big titties, and I can’t stop calling them ‘titites’ and ‘boobies’ and ‘nice big ole melons’ or ‘the girls’ despite the fact that I know they should be called breasts, and I have all these crazy emotions in my head and I’m s-starting to cry, and now I don’t know what’s real or not or why I don’t have my big cock any more and little things make me all aroused and it’s only been half an hour as a girl but I’m freaking out and I feel so, so guilty about what I said to you twice, and I’m such a monster and a failure and - and -”

Her voice fell into silence, and Chrissy knew she had to surge forward and hug this new woman, and ring her back down to earth. It was probably Angelica’s plan all along. For a total airhead, she had unexpected brains between those cute ears of hers.

“Hey, I’m here, Emily,” Chrissy whispered in her ear. “I’m not leaving you, okay? I don’t care about what you said yesterday, at least right now. It’s going to be okay. You just breathe and listen to my voice, got it?”

Emily nodded against her shoulder. “G-got it.”

Instantly, a memory flashed in Christina’s consciousness, one she hadn’t experienced before, and yet one that seemed to tip the scales of how she truly felt about her new life, and the full extent of her relationship with Emile. It was from when they were merely five years old, and Angelica had said something cruel to Emile in the way siblings often do to each other in moments of heated anger, even loving twins. Emile had run into the forest behind their summer home, where Christina had been invited to stay for the weekend. The family fanned out to try to find him, calling his name. But somehow it was her that had found him, down by the babbling brook beyond the broken pine tree. He was, deep down, a sensitive soul who liked places that brought him peace. At the tender age of five, she understood that, even if not in words. He was by the stream, skipping stones, trying to work out his feelings. When he saw her, it was with such a guilty look that he burst into tears. She had rushed to him, hugged him deeply, and said those very same words: “It’s going to be okay. Just breathe and listen to my voice, okay?”

She pulled back to stare Emily in the eyes and reassure her that it truly was going to be okay. In that moment, she could see that Emily was flashing back to that very same memory. Her eyes were wide with realisation.

“Chrissy . . . you were always there. I’ve been, like, such an idiot.”

“Sort of,” Christina admitted. “I mean, very. But I haven’t been there all along. I mean, I have, but I haven’t. It’s really super hard to explain. If I was still my other self I’d be, like, all over it.”

“Tell me,” Emily said. “I need to know. I feel like my whole life is all upside down and everything. You’re the only thing keeping it up right now. My sister can use magic!”

Christina smiled, hugged her love again, and took her hand. It was slender and small, like the rest of her - except for where the curves counted - and it made Chrissy feel a little electric tingle of attraction.

“Come,” she said. “I’ll explain everything. It’ll sound totes crazy, but trust me, it’s all true. All of it.”

***

That perfect little memory - even if the events hadn’t technically happened - buoyed Chrissy as she managed to tell the full tale. She could only imagine that perhaps by being affected by Angelica’s magic, Emile/Emily was now able to hear the truth, whereas before Christina couldn’t say a thing. So she told her tale, as much as she felt necessary, stumbling over the parts that were difficult to describe but trying nonetheless. She kept thinking of that moment when she’d comforted Emile when they’d been younger. How could she explain to the new woman that those memories were all not real, but at the same time were as real as anything? They hadn’t happened for Christopher, but for Christina Galford, they absolutely had, and she refused to deny them, no matter what.

So she did her best. She talked about how she used to be Christopher, and how a hard life and the loss of her mother in that timeline had caused her to become a hard and bitter man, seeing life only as a rat race where the strongest and most obsessive could survive and thrive. A zero-sum game she had to play. She spoke of how Emile had been her rival, and in that timeline had himself been a more brooding gentleman, less sympathetic to those he viewed as his ‘lessers’, and lacking empathy for others outside his immediate concern. That seemed to shock the new woman, and she immediately peppered Christina with questions, shocked that the girl she loved all her life had once been her enemy, and a hated one at that. Still Christina continued, covering the chaos her life had been thrown into upon becoming female and learning that her former lover and ex-girlfriend was now shifted to the role of ‘bimbo bestie.’ How weird it felt to have big boobs and wide hips and a girlish personality, and a mind that was all muddled and up in the air and yet so, so wonderfully free. And how, in the end, it had proven to be more a blessing than she could imagine. Not just for giving her mother back, but also giving her an entirely new perspective on the world, one that was free of dreadful cynicism and fear. Yes, fear. Fear of others, of getting close to them. Of feeling grace and sincerity. She wasn’t afraid of such things any longer.

Finally, at the end, Emily was silent.

“Are you gonna say anything?” Chrissy asked.

Still, thoughtful silence. Even turned into an adorably sexy woman with short stature and a generous bust, Emily was still utterly like Emile. Perhaps the change was less dramatic than her own because there was no reality change.

C’mon. Say something!

“This is, like, the real reality,” Emily said.

“What?”

“I mean, this is the real timeline. Reality, whatever. I don’t care how much you and I hated each other before, I don’t remember any of it, and this reality is better. It’s, like, destiny or fate, I guess. I never believed these things before, but when I remembered how you calmed me all those years ago, and you totally did it again just now . . . I guess I can’t not believe. Whatever you and I were before, surely this is the super reality. The top one. The one we’re meant to be in!”

“I believe that too,” Chrissy said, taking her hand. “I hated it at first, but I love it now. Wow. I love it now. Feels super weird to admit it. Though I’m glad you’re not staying a bimbo like me.”

Emily giggled awkwardly. “This is all so insane. Magic and timelines and big boobies that are super heavy on my chest and always bouncing and stuff.”

“They look pretty hot, actually.”

She blushed. Gawd, that blush is fucking hawwwwwt.

“How do you even get used to them?”

“You sort of don’t, ha! They’re very active, and mine are ‘just’ double-D’s! But they can be lots of fun. Not that you’ve got loads and loads of time to enjoy ‘em.”

She winked at Emily, who was starting to process it all and cheer up a little. They were still holding hands, and there was something deeply intimate about the whole experience.

“It’s really weird, feeling so light and airy,” Emily admitted. “Like, I’ve suddenly got all this crazy energy, and I want to wear lots of blue to match my eyes, and also talk lots and gossip and watch reality shows. It’s soooo unlike me. I’m, like, a different person.”

“You’re like me,” Chrissy said. “That’s the point, isn’t it? So you can, like, understand me, and stop being such a total pompous ass every time we’re about to get real close.”

Emily nodded. “Yeah. Wow. I . . . I didn’t mean to . . . but like, how do I even go about this? I do want to understand you, Chrissy. More than anything! If this means I stop locking up and making a totes fool of myself and making you sad and disappointed in me, then I’ll do anything to be, like, a better person! The kind of person you deserve!”

Oh, that’s supes romantic, even if he’s turned into a girl. But it’s also - oh my Gawwwwd - it’s also the funniest opportunity ever. This is gonna be too fun!!

She did her level best to keep a straight face. It was a total failure of an effort, because she instantly broke out into a teasing giggle.

“Oh Emily, I’ve got so many great ideas. For the next week instead of boyfriend-girlfriend, it’s us who are gonna be the bimbo besties. Trust me, you’ll be learning soooo much about what it means to be not just a woman, but a totally hawt one too!”

Emily’s surprised face only made her laugh harder.

I love him so much. But while he’s a woman, I’m going to get just a little bit of revenge. She might even like it, ha!

***

The week that followed was an exercise in hilarity, a one week training course on how to be a sexy bimbo that was a condensed version of everything that Chrissy went through. Emily was in for a wild ride alright, especially since her short yet curvaceous figure meant that the number one thing on the list for her ‘training’ was going to a clothing store and getting fitted for all kinds of sexy clothing, including some much-needed bras to support her impressive melons. The new girl was helpless but to go along, and it was clear that Emile was still inside that pretty head, because her embarrassment was obvious. Obvious, and incredibly amusing, particularly since it was obvious that once she tried on some nice push-ups, she was desperately trying to hide her obvious pleasure at how good they looked, just as Chrissy had. To make matters even worse for the new woman, Angelica tagged along, delighted to have a twin sister to dress up and humiliate, though she was adamant that she really needed to learn a boob enhancement spell for herself: “all you former guys have, like, way bigger tits than me! Totally unfair!”

Emily did not think much of that particular ‘compliment,’ particularly as she struggled with the clasp of her E-cup bra, the cups of which her breasts were spilling over a little.

“I’ll trade you in, like, a hot second sis,” she groaned, trying to get the straps in a comfortable position. “These things are waaaaay too huge.”

“Well, maybe you’ll end up appreciating what we girls have to go through, Emmy!”

She just raised an eyebrow, sighed, and continued to fight to get the bra on. Though as much as she complained about it, Chrissy couldn’t help but notice that there was an occasional hidden smile, or expression of satisfaction, especially when she and Angelica began dressing her in full women’s clothing.

“These pants are, like, way too tight on my ass!” she exclaimed.

“We can go looser?”

“No! It’s just, um, do they look good?”

The pair of ‘helpers’ giggled, and got back to work matching those wonderfully derriere-revealing jeans with a cute loose blouse that had a plunging neckline, just for show. Emily squealed a little at her own reflection, simultaneously embarrassed and shocked by how pretty she was.

“Gawd, why is this making me so happy? I shouldn’t want to look super hot and stuff.”

“Welcome to the club, ‘bestie’,” Chrissy said. “It’s super exclusive.”

Soon the former male was deep into it, even trying on a bikini top right in front of Chrissy. It was odd, finding Emily’s body attractive. She didn’t find any other girl’s body hot, but something about knowing that it was Emile in there, learning his lesson and expanding his understanding, all while being so damn cute and sexy, just did it for her. She found herself biting her lip, exchanging awkward, almost lusty glances with Emily, and the other new girl returning them.

In the end, they bought a haul just for her to try for the week, and Emily - red-faced and trying not to laugh at herself - had to run back in to grab a cute camisole that, “totally just worked for me! This is so ridiculous but I need it!”

Christina and Angelica laughed. The latter nudged the former, grinning from ear to ear. “So you totally see how fun this is right now, right? Teasing a former boy with becoming a hot bimbo?”

“I’m surprised you didn’t, like, do this to your brother first.”

Angelica shrugged. “I totes should have. But I made the best decision everrrrr, right? Like, you never wanna go back anymore, do you?”

Christina nodded slowly. “No. I don’t. Gawd, it’s so weird to say out loud to you. I was soooooo angry. But after everything - getting my Mom back, living a happier life, and having a totally hot boy like your brother be into me . . . I can’t go back. I don’t want to. I love being your bimbo bestie, Angelica.”

And I love you. You’re the best fucking sister I never had.

She nearly only thought about it, instead of saying it. But then Angelica wrapped her in a squealing, bouncing hug, and Chrissy returned it with vivacious excitement, so that the two were making an adorable yet high-pitched scene in the mall strip.

“You’re my bimbo bestie,” Chrissy said.

“And, if my current-sister of a brother can get over himself with this little change, I can’t wait for the day when you become my actual sister.”

Christina beamed. It sounded like a dream come true.

***

Emily’s ‘adjustment’ continued, and together with Christina and Angelica she slowly began to understand that just because one was a bit of an excitable ditz of a girl, doesn’t make one’s perspective unimportant, or even unintelligent. She was brought in as a guest to their beauty major lectures, and was shocked to learn how complicated and variable the art of makeup, fashion, haircare, and so on truly was, and when it came time for her to apply such things, it became an exercise in frustration for her.

But still Emily kept up the effort. Just like Emile, she studied hard over the course of just seven days, learning all there was about being a woman, and a particularly bimbo-ish one at that. There was no denying that her new brain was just as excitable as the other two girls, and just as predisposed to find boys hot and cute things distracting and difficult math problems not even worth bothering with, but the core of Emile was still present. S/he was true to his/her word to Chrissy: Emily would do anything to truly understand the woman she loved, and come back to manhood with a new lease on life. She took a week off from her stressful architecture studies, forgetting the Murlowe Award for a time. It was a sacrifice that Christina truly appreciated: because now she was going with her to the animal shelters, and the homeless shelter, and helping volunteer with the food trucks that delivered to the elderly and infirm.

“This is actually super rewarding,” Emily said after a long day. “Like, I can’t believe you do this. It’s a lot of hard work. But I finally see what you get out of it. It feels super good to put good, um, like vibes I guess into the world?”

“Vibes is a great way to put it,” Chrissy said. “But don’t forget the vibes are like mirrors, or radio signals, or mail or something. They always come back. They reflect. Mirrors, then. And it makes the world a better place. Mom always said that ‘being good feels good is good,’ and I believe her.”

Emily exhaled from the long, yet rewarding day. “I’m beginning to think your Mom is, like, the smartest person to ever live. Like winning the Noble prize, kind of smart.”

“Nobel,” Chrissy said, overjoyed to be able to correct anyone on anything these days.

Emily went red, but didn’t stop smiling. “Well, you know what I mean.”

Ultimately, the week passed much quicker than either of them could have expected. Emily even got used to showing off her awesome boobs, though she was always a little bit astonished at how much her impressive ass swayed, or how short she was in comparison to her former self. Yey, as she confided in Christina one morning when they met up for breakfast, it actually felt nice to be kind of protected. Chrissy knew that fact well, and nestled herself against her currently-lady love on the couch as they watched another episode of Fashion Nightmares, a program that Emile had mocked relentlessly once, and yet now was becoming hilariously addicted to.

“Just one more episode! I can’t stand the tackiness, but I can’t look away either!”

The trio chuckled, and set another one on.

But all good things - and strange things - have to come to an end. Angelica had made clear that though the spell had gone into effect a bit after midday initially, that it would in fact terminate around 10pm on the following week.

“I’m not even gonna hint it, in case it totally goes over your head. I’ve done this so you two can go on a cute lesbian date, work out your differences . . . and then come back to the house. I’ll be going on my own super-duper-mega hot daaaaate, so whatever happens, totally happens!”

Christina most certainly got the point.

***

It was 6pm when she turned up to Emily and Angelica’s house. Christina had decided to go classy for once, though ‘classy’ for a bimbo mind like hers still meant that her elegant sequined dress was a sparkling hot pink, and that her lipstick and eyeshadow matched this vibrant colouration. And besides, the top descended to show her impressive cleavage, while her heels emphasised her lovely peachy rear, causing it to sway even more as she walked. So she was very happy with it, even if she was a bit disappointed she couldn’t show off her midriff.

Emily answered the buzzer, promising to be down as soon as she could, and that Chrissy could wait in the living room. She sat and waited, and waited, and waited for nearly fifteen minutes, to the point where she was getting a little worried that they’d miss their dinner date. Maybe Emily needed help. After all, she’d only been a girl for a week, and didn’t have memories to guide her, and Sarah had helped Christina fit her dress anyway. Emily didn’t have any of that, and her mom was still in Europe.

But just as she was about to call out and ascend the stairs, Emily began to descend them. She was blushing as she walked down, moving carefully in heels, guided only by her new feminine instincts. She wore a light turquoise blue skirt that fell to just below her knees, and a smart matching format top that pulled tight against her bust, with little ringlets for false sleeves so that her cute shoulders were displayed. Her long hair was styled over one shoulder like an actress from the Golden Age of Hollywood, and she wore dark red lipstick on her lips, and smoky eyeshadow also. The fact that the skirt was tight enough to really emphasise her magnificent ass made Chrissy once more feel that strong arousal. It had been so strange: no other girl turned her on as far as she could tell, but Emily did. Her movements - intentional and otherwise - were absolutely hypnotic.

“Holy fuuuuuuck,” she exclaimed.

“Do I look like a total disaster?” Emily asked. “I was struggling super hard with the makeup! And I nearly ripped the skirt!”

I bet you would have, with a hot ass like that, girrrl!

But she didn’t say that. Instead, she embraced Emily, and kissed her lightly on the lips, so as not to stain the lipstick. “You look fucking fantastic, hot stuff. Seriously, you might make me a total lesbian.”

Emily beamed. “Well, I’m still into girls. Just, you know, also into hot boys apparently.”

“Well, you keep your eyes on me tonight, okay? We’re doing dinner, then going clubbing!”

Emily squealed, only immediately composed herself.

“Gawd, I’m going to be sooooo embarrassed when I turn back, aren’t I?”

Chrissy kissed her again, makeup be damned.

***

The dinner was calm, relaxing, and utterly buoyant. The two women looked incredibly lovely, and it was difficult for them to not just keep complementing one another, particularly since that electric attraction was still in the air.

Not to mention those hawt tits!

Still, it was in many ways only their second date, after the beach episode, and it was clear that the more recently feminised man was doing everything not to repeat her mistakes, but instead embrace this current side of herself in order to shed her prior biases.

“This has actually been something I, like, totally needed,” she said as their meals were taken away.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I was stressed. Mega-stressed. I didn’t even realise it. I was chasing that award like a totally crazy person, shutting out people that I thought I let in a long time ago. And I nearly let you go. I sort of totally did, and it was only you and Angelica that brought me the fuck down to earth where I needed to be. Gawd, I almost want to stay a bimbo for another week.”

“It’s pretty nice, ain’t it? Plus you get to dress yourself in cute clothing and look all pretty on dates.”

“I just wish I wasn’t so short!”

“Well, you’ll just have to turn back then! You better not go another week. I really like Emily, but I love Emile. I really do. And I want him back in my life with, like, a hundred and fifty percent less stuffiness.”

And his cock. God, I really fucking want his big, hard cock in me. You have no idea how much this body needs that! Hashtag bring back the dick!

“Well, I certainly feel less stuffy, and no longer embarrassed.”

“You’re literally going red just from when the waiter glances at your cleavage.”

Emily chuckled. “I don’t mean embarrassed in that way. This body totally embarrasses me, even if it is kinda hawt. Hell hawt, in fact. But I mean embarrassed by you. I realise now I was like projecting and stuff, and letting my own anxieties control how I wanted other people to see me, and you. It was all so, sooooo dumb. Like, I was putting how other people saw me above how happy I could be, and caring as much about dumb people’s snooty, high-class, hoity toity opinions over how much of a good, loving, kind, caring, and just wonderful person you are. The kind of person I want as my girlfriend, even if, you know, I’m sort of a girlfriend myself right now. I guess I understand why you chose to stay like this. And why I need to accept you like this. Because you are truly, totally amazing. I’m so glad you want to be Christina.”

That’s it. That’s what I needed to hear. Oh, it feels good to hear it.

Slowly, Christina extended her other hand to take Emily’s, so that their fingers interlinked. She blinked back tears of gratitude.

“Let’s get out of here,” she said.

“Clubbing?”

Christina shook her head. “I wanna go clubbing with you as, like, my sexy protective boyfriend. No, I want to take you back to your place. Right now, I just want you.”

Emily stood up so fast that her boobs nearly spilled out of her top. It only excited Christina all the more.

***

This . . . this is, like, heaven. Seriously.

The two women moaned as they made out. It certainly wasn’t how Christina had ever imagined her first full private makeout session with Emile would go, nor certainly how she’d ever imagined anything would ever go as Christopher, particularly with his former rival. But now the two of them were on a bed in a guestroom, making out hardcore and loving the feeling their feminine bodies gave each other. Their tongues danced in one another’s mouths, interlocking and parting, sliding against one another just as their bodies were. Christina had removed her dress - well, technically Emily had - and with each pant her large double-D’s rose and fell like a pair of lovely hills.

“Mhmm, do you like the sexy lingerie I put on, just for you?”

“Oh, I likey,” Emily said. “Though I can’t believe I’m saying ‘likey’.”

“It does not seem like Emile at all, but you get used to that when you’re a bimbo, ha! Now shut up and kiss me. And then put your hands wherever you want them.”

Emily did just that, and Chrissy helped her out of her dress as well. She slid more elegantly than the excited Chrissy had, still possessing some of the sleekness and elegance she had as a man, and she folded the dress neatly to the side rather than throwing it as her partner had. Something about that reminder made Christina hesitate, even as the smaller woman’s fingers ran over her breasts, squeezing and groping them and bringing her to ecstasy.

Oh Gawwwd, this is sooooo goooood. But - but I don’t want to go any further. Am I scared? Why am I, like, hesitating right now?

Emily seemed to sense that hesitation, despite the fact that she too was whimpering in pleasure as Chrissy fondled her tits in her bra. She was in the middle of unclasping them, and when they were freed they wobbled, dangling like two perfect half spheres, those nipples just begging to be sucked upon.

“Mmhmm . . . ahhhh . . . wh-what’s up? Are we stopping? Is it t-too much? Oh fuck these nipples are sensitive!”

Christina sucked on one, eliciting a further moan from her would-be boyfriend. The other woman trembled on top of her, nearly falling on Christina. She managed to lower herself and kiss her deeply instead, letting their boobs press sensually against one another.

“N-no, it’s not - ahh! Like that. Around my nipple, yeah! - it’s not that! I just . . . in this new life, I’ve been - oohhh - saving m-myself for you. All these y-years. I had an idea of h-how it would go. And this is - nngnnh - amazing! But I wanted Emile! Emily is great . . . but I wanted to s-spread my legs and have you come inside m-me. That’s what I want. Oh G-Gawd this is good, but I don’t want to g-go any further without getting that f-first!”

Emily paused. She had her lips locked over Chrissy’s left nipple, and it was driving her wild.

Stop. But don’t stop. Gawd, s-so much pleasure. What time even is it?

Emily answered for her. She climbed off of Christina, collapsed to her side, bosom trembling. She kissed her gently on the cheek, and then turned to check her phone.

“Can you wait fifteen minutes?” she asked, a cheeky grin on her face.

Ohhhhh . . . barely. Her face said it all. But if she was going to stay as Chrissy, then she wanted her Emile. More than anything.

“You’ll need to distract me, gorgeous,” she said.

“Um, how about I tell you all the ways I think you’re totally amazing? And all the ways I’ve actually kinda ended up enjoying being a girl for a week?”

Chrissy breathed heavily, trying to ignore her body’s aching needs for just fifteen minutes. “P-please. Both things.”

“Okay, I can totes do this. So the first thing I always think of when I think of you is how amazingly compassionate you are. The work you do with those super cute puppies, kittens, even that crazy ferret you showed me once.”

Chrissy giggled. Okay, this might just work.

“And how you work with people who need it. And it’s like you’re not just a helper, you actually make people better with your presence. You do so much charity, but you make others, like, super charitable as well. It’s just awesome. You make me want to be a better person. The other thing I love about you is your smile. Not only is it, like, super sexy with the right outfit - stupid girl brain talking - but it just lights up my world when you look at me . . .”

For fifteen straight minutes, Christina lay on her back with her eyes closed. She soaked in the compliments and praise, feeling the mantra she tried to live by in this new life: put good into the world, and it will come back. And it certainly came back in those moments, as Emily talked about everything from Chrissy’s adorable giggle to her mischievous streak to how she got along so well with children (Gawd, babies are so cute to my bimbo brain, I can’t help but want them!). She talked about her fashion style, her love of pink, her way of always throwing herself into every passion, and how she never brooded (“Ha! You never met the old me!” “I think I’m happy with this new you anyway”). Many times she gave light little protective kisses to Christina, and it made her feel so utterly loved.

Emily also talked about what she liked about being a girl, though this list was shorter, and that alone made Chrissy pretty chuffed. Still, it was adorable to hear the formerly stuffy male now speak of how, “I have to admit, but wearing pretty colours makes me feel pretty. Also I love how blue matches my eyes - I hope I don’t forget this as a man!” and so forth. Wearing a bikini had not been a highlight, though she did admit that getting stared at by cute boys in a lusty manner had certainly endeared her a little to being a bit of a show bimbo.

“I won’t, like, do that again. Certainly not as a man. But it was pretty fun just to be sexy and small and cute for one week, and not have to worry about being this perfect prim guy who is always in control. I was like a leaf just chilling in the breeze, going where life took me, though it always took me back to you, Chrissy.”

“Awww.”

Christina was still on her back, body still tingling with arousal, but eyes closed and receptive to Emily’s words. She was just barely managing to ignore the hungry need between her legs, and instead take in the romance of the moment, savouring how right everything felt, when just over a month ago her life felt upside down upon becoming Angelica’s ‘bimbo bestie.’ Instead, she’d found her place.

“What else?” she asked Emily.

Emily grunted a little, shifted position on the bed. Chrissy kept her eyes closed, waiting to imagine, to see what she was speaking of next. But no words came, only a slight guttural grunting that sounded oddly rough.

“Emily? What else do you like about being a girl? Or like about me?”

But again, silence, and more shifting upon the bed. She kept her eyes closed, waiting to hear what Emily would say.

“Emily? Are you there?”

“Christina, it’s me again.”

Her eyes shot open and she turned in bed. The voice had been deep and smooth, a man’s voice. Emile’s voice. He lay there on his side, naked, his lingerie thankfully removed as it would look quite unflattering on his figure now. His chest rippled with muscle - not the body builder kind, but the athletic kind that spoke of a clear and daily regimen of exercise. His hair was ruffled slightly, and his pose slightly comical for still being a little feminine - hand on hip and all - but it was him, undeniably him.

“How? Ten O’Clock so soon?”

He nodded, grinning. “My watch was always a bit slow.”

“Emile! Oh, Emile!”

She bounced over to him as he began to sit up, pulling him back down to the bed as she smooched him all over. She kissed him on his lips again and again, on his cheeks and forehead and chest and shoulders and neck, so much so that he laughed in a free kind of way that was almost foreign to her conception of him.

“Okay, okay! I get it, Chrissy! Calm down!”

She settled, heart still racing, hormones rising. But then she immediately returned to kissing him all over, setting him laughing again.

“I can’t - stop - I have you - back!” she said between her planted kisses. “Oh, I loved Emily, but I missed you so much, Emile! And now you’re so fucking handsome and strong and tall again.”

She pressed her body against him, making her nipples hard against the cups of her bra. She wanted his hands on them. She wanted his hands all over her.

I want him inside me. Gawd, I’m so horny to finally get fucked as a woman. I’m not even nervous anymore, I just want it soooooo baaaad!”

“I won’t lie, I missed being strong. And being able to think so clearly. Though I suppose, as I learned - ahh, was that teeth?”

She grinned at the mark on his shoulder. “Maybe?”

“As I was saying, I learned that - ahh! Again!?”

“You love it.”

“I’m trying to give a big romantic revelation here. About how I totally understand and respect you, Christina. How I’ll never let you go, and never be embarrassed by you again because there’s nothing to be embarrassed by. How I have so much to learn and - ow! Really!?”

Another mischievous grin. “What?” she asked, affecting a sexy voice as she coiled up against him. “I already know you’re all redeemed and stuff. You told me as Emily. And it’s soooo awesome and stuff. But now I need you to fuck me. And besides, you like the shoulder biting. I can tell.”

“Nothing gets past you! But wait, isn’t this the first time you’ve had sex as a woman? Are you sure? I know you said you didn’t want to get turned back, but given that Angelica gave you such a -”

Chrissy rolled her eyes and pushed him back down on the bed, positioning herself over him so that she was straddling his hips, her gorgeous thighs on either side of him. She was giving him a damn good view and she knew it, especially as she worked the clasp of her bra and took it off, throwing it in his face so that both cups blocked his view.

“Emile. I fucking love you. I love you, like, more than I can say. I never want to go back. But if you don’t get your big, hard, amazing dick inside my pussy I genuinely might scream. Got it?”

He tore off the bra, gave it a brief look of surprise, then looked at her. She had her hands on her hips and was thrusting out her chest. This is the kind of show I fucking loooooved from Angelica. I bet he’ll be supes turned on from me doing it. Hell, I’m getting turned on from looking like the ultimate hot girl.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, astonished. “I will follow your orders.”

“Good. Your first order is to, like, squeeze my big double-D tits and suck on my sensitive nipples. Think you can do that?”

“Oh no, whatever shall I do? I simply have to -”

She made the decision for him, even as she giggled at his sarcasm. She leaned over and pressed her big boobs right in his face, smothering him in her impressive cleavage. He took the hint - finally - and began to massage and play with her breasts, causing her to start moaning in pleasure in no short order. It was finally happening, and she couldn’t be happier, especially when he began to suck on her tits, lapping at her big pink nipples with his tongue, from one side to the other.

“Ohhhhh! Y-yessss! That f-feels sooo goood! Please d-don’t stop! I l-love having big sensitive t-titties!”

He massaged them, pressing them together experimentally before letting them bounce. The whole time, she was very aware of the hardness of his crotch against her own wetness. She was still wearing her panties, and she wanted them off, now. More than that, she wanted to be under him.

I want to be totes submissive to him. I don’t care if the old me would find this humiliating, I want to be humiliated! I want to be submissive! I want to let him take me like a man, and me his cute loyal future wife! Gawd, I really want to marry him, don’t I?

She did, more than she could believe. As if reading her mind, or as if he truly was her perfect partner, Emile lifted her with masculine ease and turned her onto her back. With an almost primitive lust in his eye, he pulled away her panties. She cooed as he did, glad to feel so feminine.

“Mmhm, that looks tasty,” she said, reaching out to stroke his large, throbbing cock as he positioned himself over her. It was hard not to hyperventilate with anxiousness and excitement as she stroked it.

“Ngnh . . . that f-feels nice. Maybe you can taste it another day, huh?”

She licked her lips. Ohmigod, I super want to lick and suck his cock. Me! The former Christopher Galford. Gawd, I bet his cum tastes so wonderfully salty too.

“Holy shit, I totally want to give you the best blowjob of your life right now,” she moaned. “But it’ll have to wait! I want you fucking my sore, aching pussy more. It’s so fucking hungry for your cock!”

He leaned down and kissed her, and she once more locked her lips with his, scratching his back in her passion, and widening her legs even further. She wanted to give him the fullest possible access to her waiting womb.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this, Christina,” he said, his breath hot against her face, desire aflame in his eyes.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time too - ever since I fully knew how much I loved you, I saved myself as well. I wanted you to be my first.”

She writhed against him, relishing how her breasts brushed against his hard, muscular chest. “I’ve wanted this for just a month, and for a lifetime,” she said. “You better make it super worth it.”

“If not, I’ll just have to keep trying,” he said, kissing her tenderly on her forehead.

And with that, he took his hard manhood and began to rub it against her sensitive folds. Ohhhhhhh that f-feels different! Good different! ‘I want this even more’ kind of different!

She reached out with her tiny hand and helped press his penishead against her entrance, and mere moments later he slid his enormous length into her. At least, it felt enormous.

“OOhhhh! Yessssss! That f-feels so weird! Keep going!”

She arched her back as he slowly invaded her. Her slick walls parted, pressed wide by his inexorable advance. It was like being stabbed. It was like having a rod inserted into her. It felt like she was being stuck upon a pole. It felt like all of those things, but it was just a brief discomfort, quickly dissipated as it gave way to pleasure. For a moment there was a little resistance, one sharp final pain to add to the rest, and then something tore within her. For just a moment she panicked, until she realised what it was.

Holy crap, that was totally my hymen just now. He broke my hymen! I really am a virgin in this timeline. Which means Emile is taking my virginity. Ohhhh, good! GOOD!!

“Sorry, did that hurt?” he said. “I should have warned you. You used to be a guy, you might not have known about that.”

She just shook her head. “Just keep going in. I want to focus on the pleasure. I want you to make me cry out in pleasure, Emile. My love. Fuck me!”

Emile chuckled. He was clearly turned on by her resolve, and her incredibly horniness. So was she. Should I be getting turned on by how turned on I am? Does that even make sense? Who cares! I fucking l-love this! Ngh!

Finally he reached his fullest extent within her. Her vaginal walls hugged his manhood, squeezing it, milking it for all it was worth. She bit her lip as she worked her hips, grinding against him. He withdrew, slowly, but began to push in again.

“Aahhhh - yes! This is good! Your cock feels s-so big inside me!”

“And your pussy feels so tight on my cock,” he replied. “God, you’re so t-tight. I’ll try to make this last as long as possible, but you may make that difficult.”

She could only giggle like a silly girl. “I don’t care if you don’t last like, so long as you cum inside me.”

“Fuck, you’re so hot. You’ve got me speaking like a ruffian.”

“Ruffian? Who s-speaks like that?”

“Me! I’m a hard man with a harsh tongue, and I come home each night to dominate my woman and show her a real man.”

Another giggle. “And people say I’m silly! Go on - stop stopping and start starting already!”

“Very well, my gorgeous love.”

This time, he didn’t insert himself inside her, didn’t push. He thrusted. It took her completely by surprise, enough so that she spread her legs. Woah! This is the good stuff! This is what I’ve been wanting!

Words fell away as Emile began to truly fuck her. He thrust in and out of her, ramming his manhood deep into her depths, so much so that she felt his balls slap against her skin. He kissed and nibbled at her breasts, pushing her head to one side so he could suck on her neck. It sent her into fits of ecstasy, but the pleasure had only just begun. He gripped her in his protective arms, smothering her, dominating her. Christopher’s desire for control was but a pale memory compared to Christina’s desire to be controlled, at least in this moment. She wanted to be his, all his, and with each thrust of his hardness into her wetness, she felt more and more under his sway.

“This f-feels so f-fucking good! I love it! I l-love y-you!”

“Love - you - t-too!” he exclaimed, though it was all he could say. An animalistic, bestial power had come over him, and she was helpless to his ravishing. He pumped in and out, his pace quicking. His dick slid against her clitoris, each time eliciting groans of pleasure from the helpless former man. She bucked her hips, matching his rhythm, letting his chest slide against her sensitive tits. She cried out in her high female voice, uncaring who heard it. She let herself be wild, passionate.

She wrapped her legs around him as he seized up, knowing what was coming. He grunted, exhaled, and for just a moment the pair was frozen in a state of enduring tension.

Yes, finally! Give it to me! Cum in me! Hurry up hurry up hurry up hurry up!

Finally, Emile released. Christina felt his cock throb within her, and in moments it was sending stream after stream of his wet, sticky, and wonderfully warm seed straight into her waiting womb. It was enough to make her burst with arousal; enough to make her cry out in female orgasm. She’d felt them before during her many sessions of self-pleasure - hell, Emile knew them too, from when she’d so obviously masturbated on her third day - but none of that self-experimentation could possibly match up against the real feeling.

“Yes! Yes! OH YES EMILE! CUM IN ME! CUM INSIDE MY WOMB! I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BABIES! I WANT YOU TO GET ME BIG AND PREGNANT WITH ALL YOUR BABIES! I WANT IT SOOOO SOOOO BAAAAD!!! I WANT IT - AAAAIIIIEEEE!!!”

The second orgasm hit, and it was even more powerful than the first. Christina’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, and for a moment it felt like she even lost consciousness. She clung to Emile’s strong body like it was a life-saving raft out at sea. She wrapped her legs around him again, clinging on tight, and ensuring that not a single drop of cum could leave her: she wanted it all.

I want it all in my womb. I want it all so I can have his babies. Gawd, it’s so crazy, but I want to get my eggo preggo with Emile’s babies so frickin’ hard! As many babies as I can make for him!

Emile grunted, a long, bear-like grunt that further emphasised his bear-like nature in bed. His hidden wild side. Or perhaps the side that could be wild, now that he had experienced the freedom of the ‘other side.’

“Mmhmm! M-more! MORE!!”

More came for the busty, lusty bimbo. Another shake of pleasure, and a third, smaller orgasm hit her. It was the perfect ending. If the second climax had been the main course, then this was the dessert: sweet and delicious and filling, but not the main affair. Simply enough to leave her ultimately satisfied, and licking her lips in bliss. She shuddered one final time, and then collapsed back, spreading her legs again. Emile collapsed against her also, breathing heavily, having expended more semen than she could ever remember expelling as Christopher.

Guess he really is better in bed as a dude than I ever was. Not that I’m jealous anymore - quite the opposite!

They lay there, him on top of her, their hearts beating as one, for a long time. Their breathing cooled, and their post-coital bliss slowly subsided, until both were wonderfully gelatinous and floppy in the aftermath of it all. After what must have been nearly five minutes, Emile went to shift himself off of her, but with a speed she didn’t know she even possessed, she quickly grasped him with her slender arms, and wrapped her shapely legs around his waist.

“Uh-uh, not yet, mister!” she declared. “I don’t want any of your cum getting out of me just yet.”

He gave her a quizzical look. “But Christina, what if you get pregnant? I didn’t even wear a condom, and I don’t think you’re on the pill.”

She kissed him, giddy with excitement. “Dummy, didn’t you hear me while you were sending me to, like, heaven? I want your babies. Gawd, now that we’re together, I really frickin’ want to be the mother of your children.” She halted for a moment, realising that he might not feel the same way. “Um, do you - do you want that too?”

There was not a moment’s hesitation. Only the breaking of his face into a broad grin that just radiated love. “My sweet Christina, I want that more than anything.”

“Good!” she said, giving him a little kiss. “Because I’ve got a good feeling about this. Of course . . . just in case, we should totes go at it again in half an hour.”

“Half an hour? You just drained me!”

“Mhmm, maybe just twenty minutes then.”

“That’s even less!”

“I can’t help it that you’re so fucking sexy. You were, like, sooooo hot when you came in me. I super loved the noises you made.”

“Your noises weren’t too bad either.”

“Well, you’ll just have to, like, make sure I make them again. And again. And maybe three more again’s before I go to sleep. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a month, and also a lifetime, remember? So you better make sure you dominate your gorgeous bimbo girlfriend and get her totally knocked up with your babies, because she loves you more than anything, and wants you to be happy - and horny - as all hell.”

Emile shook his head in disbelief. “What did I do to ever deserve you?”

“Thank your sister,” she said. “But before you do, thank me in fifteen.”

“Fifteen! Well, damn. I’m starting to feel like I can thank you in five with the way you're turning me on.”

She just grinned. Gawd, it feels good to be a woman.

***

Emile’s prowess turned out to be no joke at all. He did indeed pleasure her several times over the next couple of hours, and when he felt utterly drained, he was more than happy to introduce her to a new pleasure she had yet experienced. After a little shower clean - a necessity when they were fucking like rabbits - and a quick change of sheets, he got Chrissy to spread her legs as she lay with her hips on the end of the bed. He positioned her thighs over his shoulders, then went to town on her sensitive vulva, licking her clitoris, and using his tongue in all sorts of inventive ways to bring her to pure ecstasy all over again. Chrissy cried out - loudly - as he ate her out, particularly when he rubbed her tingling clit counterclockwise with his tongue. It simply drove her wild. She gripped his hair, shuddering in a series of overlapping orgasms as he stimulated her beyond all measure.

“Yes! Oh Gawd, we are d-doing this again! OOHHHHHH!!!”

Needled to say, Emile had good reason to be pretty proud of his efforts. By the time it was 1:30am, they were both utterly spent. Another shower was needed, of course, but the hot water only made her feel more restful. Rather than return to separate rooms, Emile stayed with her, the naked big spoon to her naked little spoon, one of his hands cupped around her right breast, and fondling it lightly. It made her coo contentedly, savouring the knowledge that finally, finally, she had experienced what it was to be a woman with a man. And not just any man, but one that she now knew she loved with all her heart, stuffiness and all.

I’m never going back. How could I? Hell, dick is, like, totally better than cooch anyway. I can’t wait to wake him up with a blowjob in the morning. I’m so nervous just thinking about it, but Gawd if I don’t have the taste for it. I want to swallow too, just to turn him on all the more.

She smiled, nearly giggling at her mischievous plan. After all, she was in for a penny, why not for a pound? She pressed her hips against her partner’s body, wanting to feel all of his warmth. She was in heaven, and all thoughts of being Christopher melted away.

Why be him, when everything I want is in this life?

And then, slowly, she drifted off to sleep.

***

Christina was woken up an hour later by footsteps and hurried breathing. Her instinct was to go back to sleep, especially since as she woke, she realised she had a wonderfully warm and comfortable arm around her that belonged to the man she loved. He was warm, and so was she, and why get up? But some other instinct impelled her to slowly shift away and get out of the bed. Carefully, she put on her nightie, which required a bit of fumbling to find. Then, after listening carefully, she determined the sound was coming from Angelica’s room.

This is, like, totally a bimbo bestie instinct right now. Something’s wrong. Need to figure it out.

She tiptoed out of the room and closed the door. Everything was darkness, but she felt her way further down the hall until she found a crack of light at Angelica’s door. She could hear the sound now, more distinct than before.

Oh my Gawd, she’s crying! My bestie is crying!

She tapped lightly on the door, opening it slowly so as not to startle the witch who was now also her best friend. Angelica was on her side in bed, clutching her knees, and crying. It was practically a fetal position, and instantly her heart went out to the other woman.

“Angelica?” she whispered. “Angie? What’s wrong?”

“Go away,” the other woman said. It was said in a half-sob. Christina realised she was still wearing the dress she’d had on for her ‘super hot’ date. Had she only just arrived home? It made sense: neither she nor Emile had heard her return, though they had been very loud in their passions.

“No,” Christina said, shutting the door behind you. “I need to find out, like, what’s wrong with my friend.”

“It’s not your concern. I just, like, wanna be left alone.”

But Chrissy sat on the bed, placing her hand on her friend’s back and rubbing it gently. “Well, too bad, Angie. You made me your bimbo bestie, and I literally can’t not be that now. And friends look out for each other, and besties give each other a shoulder to cry on. So you tell me what’s up, and I’ll totes move heaven and earth to help you, sis.”

Angelica gave in. She sat up, and wiped her eyes.

“Date wasn’t super hot,” she finally said.

“Total gross guy? Was it like one of those cat fishing things? Wait, is it fishing with a PH?”

Angie waved off that theory. “No. He was hot. Hot as fuuuuuck.” She giggled sadly, wiped her eyes again. “But we didn’t click. At least, I thought it was just like an energy thing or whatever, it happens. I was still hoping for a quick lay, ha! And so was he. We had a lot of sex. Gawd, it was so good. But when it was done, like literally forty minutes ago, he fucking kicked me out. Said he ‘doesn’t date dumb girls’ and that he just wanted ‘some quick pussy.’”

I will kill this man. I will totally sick Emile on him. He will be my attack dog!

It was the first truly violent thought she’d had since becoming Chrissy. It felt . . . wrong. Revenge wasn’t important. Comforting her friend was.

“He’s an asshole,” she said instead. “Angie, you’re amazing. You said it yourself before: you’re not dumb, you’re a ditz.”

“You think so? Sometimes I just think I’m, like, this dumb weirdo who jumps around ruining people’s lives. Like I ruined yours.”

Christina rolled her eyes, then hugged her friend. “Angie, Angie, Angie! You didn’t ruin my life, you made it super amazing. Emile and I, we’re together now, just like you planned. We had a wonderful time. Many wonderfuls, actually, if you totally catch my drift.”

She parted from Angelica, who seemed somewhat buoyed by this.

“I just don’t want to, like, alienate people and stuff. I feel like ever since I got magic I’ve been stuffing stuff up. I know I put on this brave front, but I had no idea how powerful it was. I need to learn it more, instead of just throwing it around.”

“Probably not the worst idea, but what you did worked for me.”

“You’re only my friend because I made you. I’m the worst.”

“That’s the asshole talking. He was just a dick with opinions, and you got the bit that mattered. His loss, Angelica! Look, I’m not gonna leave you, okay? I pinkie promise that we’ll always be best friends, forever?”

Just like Angelica had once made her promise as kids, now Christina pulled the reverse. She extended her pinkie to Angelica, who was now smiling a little through the tears. She hiccuped, gathered control of her breath, and then extended her own pinkie finger.

“Best friends forever,” she repeated. Their fingers linked, and they shook on it, three times in total. “That’s, like, totally binding now. A pinkie promise is no joke, Chrissy.”

“I know,” the former male beamed. “It’s why I offered it.”

The other woman nodded. With a deep sigh, she reached down and opened the lowest shelf of her drawer, taking what appeared to be an old tome out from it.

“The spellbook?” Chrissy asked.

“Uh-huh. I know it’s late, but I have to do this, Chrissy. I can change you back. You can be Christopher again. I can keep your mom around, even keep us as all friends, that way you can be a man again but with all the good bits and -”

Christina put her hand on Angelica’s lips and shook her head slowly. The other girl looked amazed. “Nuh-uh!” Chrissy said, complete with adamant gesticulation from her other hand. “No frickin’ way, girl. I’m staying as is.”

Angelica removed the hand on her lips. “Are you sure? Like, I can turn you back anytime I’m pretty sure, but it gets harder and more complicated and with, like, more failure changes the more time you spend as Chrissy.”

“Good,” she said, self-satisfied. “That means I can stay like this for life. Don’t give me that look of surprise, Angie, this is what you totes wanted. And now I want it to! Emile and I are together, and we’re totally in love. I have my Mom back, and you as my bestie, and frankly I love being a woman. I love my hot tits, and my cute fashion, and how men look at me. I love my beauty course, and my charity work, and I love how positive and upbeat I feel in my new life. I wouldn’t go back for, like, a kajillion dollars, if that even is a real number.”

“I think it definitely isn’t.”

There was a pause. The pair of them broke into laughter.

“Shh! Don’t wake Emile! He’s in too comfy a position to wake - I need to slip right back in there.”

“And totally slip something else right in, huh sis?” Angelica teased.

“Sister is right,” Christina declared with a smirk. “I’m gonna marry that man, Angelica. In fact, I think I’m already pregnant with his baby. Call it a woman's intuition.”

Angelica’s jaw dropped.

Got ya. Feels good to be the one dropping revelation on you for once!

Needless to say, many squeals and hugs were had. It was a miracle Emile didn’t wake. But then again, she’d serviced him well, and was already planning to do so in the morning again, after some much-needed sleep.

***

Just two and a half months later, Christina and Emile were wed, and she became Mrs Christina Halloway. She wore a stylish modern dress that was tight on her curves and showed a little more cleavage than was strictly necessary, which made it all the more fitting for her personality. The former male had her dark hair done up in braids and curls, all courtesy of her maid of honour, who could be none other than Angelica, of course. Fitting her love of pink, there were bands of that colour in her hair and dress, and the bridesmaids all had cute pastel pink dresses as well.

Emile, on the other hand, looked gentlemanly as all hell in his waistcoat and dark pants, his own pink tie a nod to her preferences. It made her giggle when she saw it for the first time; the kind of excited giggle someone in love makes. And there was a lot of love to go around: her mother Sarah was dabbing her eyes as she walked her daughter down the aisle, before taking her seat in the front row near Emile’s own parents, who nodded approvingly. From there, the pair gave their personalised vows. His were charming and intelligent, while hers were gushing and emotional, and they made a perfect compliment to one another. Someone in his rich extended family probably rolled their eyes at Christina’s nature, but she was proud to be marrying a man who - while still a bit stuffy and foot-in-mouth from time to time - was no longer embarrassed by her. The opposite, in fact: as he placed the ring on her finger he looked to her with pride and love. When they kissed, something bloomed inside her, as if this moment was always meant to happen, even way back when she was Christopher, and she just hadn’t known it.

Their love was celebrated, and during the reception more than a few family members (mostly on his side), friends, and other guests all hinted at the possibility of babies down the line, something they all knew Christina was eager for. The bride and groom simply exchanged a knowing glance, Angelica grinning in the background. Only those three, and Sarah of course, knew that Chrissy was already pregnant. She’d been right: Emile had gotten her knocked up on that first night, and she was currently ten weeks along and just barely showing, though her wedding dress concealed it all very well.

It won’t conceal it for long though, she thought to herself, utterly giddy. From being a man with no family to a woman growing a baby inside her. This is, like, totally the best timeline. I can’t wait to get all big and feel them kick!

From the way Emile subtly passed her a secretly non-alcoholic drink, a smirk on his handsome features, she knew he was just as excited. He more than proved that several hours later when they retreated to the ritzy hotel he’d booked, and he fucked her brains out several times.

“I can’t wait to see you all pregnant and perfect,” he exclaimed.

“I - oohhhh! - c-can’t wait either! I want to get all big and round and beautiful! I want to be so full with your babies, Emile! I want to give you a really, really b-big family! NGHHH!!!”

Evidently, Emile agreed. It turned out that for all his stoicism and ambition, he’d always liked the idea of having many children, but just hadn’t imagined he’d end up with a woman who’d agree with that old-fashioned prospect.

Well, I’m not old-fashioned, but I really, really want to get super preggo with all his babies. I want to make him a huge happy family! The kind of family I never got to have!

It was that fantasy she kept in mind in the wedding bed. She hoped he was thinking the same.

His enthusiasm told her yes.

***

Graduation came, of course. Angelica and Christina were incredibly proud to receive their beauty major degrees, and Chrissy especially so since she actually managed to get a really high final grade, winning the coveted Miss Benson’s Beautician Award. Luckily, Angelica won the other coveted treasure: the Hayley Harrison Hair Styler Award. Chrissy was visibly pregnant by that point, a little over four months along, and the baby inside her belly had only just begun to kick. Naturally, that meant her hand was practically glued to her stomach. She loved to feel those gorgeous little kicks from both sides, and to quickly grab everyone’s hands within reach just to feel them too. Naturally, Angelica was practically shoving people aside half the time just to call ‘dibs’ on being the next in line to feel her nephew or niece. Again.

Christina couldn’t wait to become a mother, and couldn’t rightly say if she even wanted to use her degree to get a job in the future. But it was still a major accomplishment for her nonetheless. It was a statement that no matter what, even if she was a bit of a ditz now, and a total sex addict with Emile, and totally over the moon about planning lots of babies, that she could still have her independent accomplishments. It was the same reason why she refused to give up her charity work, which was only expanding with the help of her new husband’s wealth.

And with it, she thought to herself, we can make the world just that little bit better, cynics be damned! Also, I can adopt a heap of cute puppies. Who said all my babies had to be human?

And speaking of new husbands, Chrissy was crying tears of pride when Emile won, inevitably, the Murlowe Architecture Award. She’d had no doubt he would win, though in classic Emile fashion, he’d doubted himself a little towards the end. But she knew the other timeline, and shared with him that the only possible rival for him getting the crown was the male version of her. He believed her, but that hidden neurotic side that she’d never seen when she’d been the jealous, bitter Christopher was still present. As such, it was a relief for them all when the award was announced, and he took it with pride.

“Thanks to you!” he shouted to her in the crowd. “Thanks to my Christina!”

She laughed, embarrassed by the attention. Ever since that little taste of becoming Emily, he’d enjoyed breaking decor from time to time. One had to live a little, after all. When the ceremony was over, they embraced outside the graduation hall, and as per tradition (and against the new regulations), the trio threw their caps into the air while Sarah and Emile’s parents took photos.

Angelica came over to compare awards. She was spouting about something including a shared photo, or something staged to make them look jealous for a fun pic, but Chrissy barely heard a word. She was too busy looking at Emile in his suit.

He looks, like, sooooo dreamy.

“Hey, Earth to Chrissy! Can you hear me, bestie?”

Angelica tapped her on the head lightly, and Christina blushed. “Sorry, I was just so distracted by your hot brother.”

“Well, you, like, already have him, so you two can have fun when you get home! For now, let us besties get a pic - if you can avoid looking at the ‘sun’ over there.”

They did so, grinning as they took all their pictures. Afterwards, she went back to staring and ruminating on how far she’d come.

“Mommy has a degree,” Chrissy boasted to herself, cradling the slight well of her stomach. “Does that excite you?”

As if reading its mother’s excitement, the baby gave a tiny little kick.

Gawd, I could get used to being pregnant forever. Seriously. I don’t care if I totes get hippo feet and a sore back later. I’ve never felt so wonderful in my life.

Emile seemed to notice her private reverie, because after talking with some of his fellow graduates he came and held her, kissing her on the forehead.

“Excited?”

“Uh-huh.”

“About the baby?”

“About everything,” she answered sweetly. “Everything to come.”

***

‘Everything to come’ turned out to be quite a lot, and more than either could have possibly expected. Just as she said she would, Angelica researched more deeply into her own magical spellcasting and spell working. Despite her clear love of magic, she made sure not to abuse her gifts anymore. Instead, despite her excitement and general carefree approach to life, she managed to steel herself when it came to focusing on magical lore.

Which was why, when Chrissy had ballooned to a full seven months pregnant, her body glowing with that round maternal look, Angelica approached her and her husband at their new mansion-like home across town, a mischievous look upon her face.

“Oh no,” Emile said, “I’ve seen that look before. Don't tell me I’ve done something wrong and you’re going to turn me into Emily again.”

Chrissy giggled as she took her husband’s arm. “I could stand to see her come back from time to time. We never did get to get our whole lesbian thing on, after all.”

“That’s because you stopped it!”

“No regrets either,” she said sweetly, gesturing to her belly.

Angelica took a moment to duck down and hold her sister-in-law’s stomach. “Heya kiddo? I’m like, stupid excited to meet you in two months. You’re getting crazy big!”

Feels crazy big! Even my boobs are way bigger now! I’m a full F-cup! Not that Emile minds . . . oh me, really. They really are superb tits.

“I love it,” she just said, cradling her bump lovingly. “It’s a lot of work, you know, making a baby and stuff. But Emile here is the best, most supportive husband ever, even if I can’t, like, go down to the animal shelter anymore, and have to kind of support it in other ways.”

“Aww, you two are just too much.”

Emile raised an eyebrow. Chrissy knew her husband’s moods - and they could be quite moody at times - he was looking for what Angelica’s ulterior motive for visiting was. “So, what’s on the other foot, Angie?” he asked.

She sighed. “Ever the super inquisitive brother! You’re like a police interrogator. Don’t worry, I’m not giving you some big tits again, though I totes should. No, this is something else. Something amazing.”

“Go on.”

“Well, I’ve been doing a lot of magical tinkering, and totes getting better at it. I’ve even been reading old notes from Mom’s line, and though they’re old and smelly and handwriting is soooo hard to read, I’m learning a lot. And now, I’ve got a big gift to share with you. I really want to cast it! Do you trust me? ”

“No,” Emile said, in that brotherly way.

“Yes! Obviously!” Chrissy said.

“Well, that’s two votes to one.”

Emile sighed. “You can count, right sister?”

“BFF votes count twice as much. So here goes!”

She spread her hands, waving them in the air as she recited strange, backwards-sounding words. Her eyes glazed over, glowing ethereally, and a strong wind whipped through the interior of the living room.

Oh Gawd, maybe I shouldn’t have said yes so soon! This is bringing back memories!

Angelica continued to chant, her words becoming loud, echoing emanations.

“Srehto lla yb lamron sa dessentiw eb gniriap siht fo ytuaeb dna napsefil larutannu eht dna, hsiruolf nerdlihc rieht yam. Htlaeh doog ni dnuob meht peek evol rieht fo htmraw eht yam dna, elitref yllaicepse dna eliriv, yhtlaeh dna gnuoy niamer seidob rieht tel. Oot nerdilhc rieht dna, emitefil dednetxe yltaerg a evil srevol owt eseht tel!”

Suddenly, the glow vanished, and Angelica stopped speaking. The wind ebbed away, leaving the three of them standing there. And yet, the magic had not dissipated. Instead, Chrissy felt a strange warmth in her core, and from Emile’s astonished expression, so did he. It was like a soft, nurturing light existed inside her, yet also tethering her to the man she had fallen so deeply in love with.

I feel . . . super healthy. Fit. I - it’s impossible to describe! I barely even feel tired from all this making baby business.

“What was that?” Emile asked. “I haven’t grown a pair of breasts yet, and that definitely sounded like a new spell.”

“It was indeed!” Angelica said proudly. “And don’t worry, I totes tested it on myself first. And my new cat Stibbons.”

“You tested it on the cat,” Emile said flatly.

“And he’s happier than ever! And so will you two be, when I explain what I just did. You are both the super blessed recipients of, like, a life extension spell. Your aging is slowed and everything! You’ll never get any serious illness or anything, and you’ll bounce back from all but, like, the most serious injuries - so keep clear of those, m’kay? - and you’ll always stay super virile and fertile so you can make loads of babies so long as you’re together.”

“Well, holy . . . that’s a lot to take in,” Emile said.

Christina’s reaction, on the other hand, was one of much more excitement. “That’s AMAZING! Angie, you’re a friggin’ genius! This is all I could want and more!”

The two women embraced, giggling. I’ll get to live a long happy life and have as many babies as we want . . . and as much as fun as I want, and we can use so much of our money and influence and kindness to help make our community a better place.

It was truly amazing, and for just a moment it seemed like there wasn’t any mischievousness in the bargain whatsoever. That was, until Angelica turned an amused eye upon Emile.

Oh, she’s planning something, Christina thought. This better not be too crazy.

“One last thing too, Emile,” she said. “You’re an amazing twin brother, but sometimes I miss that brief week when you were my sister. Also, if you’re going to have a long life, I can’t risk you becoming all, like, pompous again. So I’ve decided to include a little magical insurance policy. Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll both have a lot of fun with it each year.”

Emile sighed. “Oh no.”

“Oh yes, brother!”

And then she began to chant again.

Chrissy couldn’t say she was displeased with the results.

***

Christina loved being pregnant. She never could have imagined that she would become large and gravid with life, feel it stirring and kicking within her. She adored wearing pink maternity dresses that outlined her gorgeous bump, and entertaining her horny husband with sexy lingerie that emphasised just how much bigger her already-big breasts had grown. Certainly, he loved playing with them, and she loved even more having them played with. They were so sensitive, and only getting more so the further along in her pregnancy she got. She was already starting to fantasise about making milk, and how hot it would be to have her husband drink from her.

Gawd, I’ve changed sooooo much. But I wouldn’t change back, not ever, ever. I just love having my big sexy hubbie suck on my big pregnant tits too much!

Emile continued to grow in success, taking on work at a prestigious architecture firm in order to support their soon-to-arrive young one. Chrissy was so proud of him and how far he had come. Just to thank him, she made sure to please him nightly - and in some cases each morning - regardless of how exhausted her swollen body was. In truth, she was having a beatific pregnancy: all maternal glow and almost nothing in terms of stretch marks or tired bags beneath her eyes. Others assured her that this would change once her little girl arrived, but in truth, she suspected that Angelica’s magic ensured she would have wonderful pregnancies to come.

When she went into labour though, ‘easy’ was not how she would describe it. Nine hours of agonising contractions made her question why she’d ever decided to remain a woman, and especially one that allowed herself to get knocked up. She clutched her roundness, hoping against hope that the living contents of her belly could just magically arrive with little face, but Angelica’s magic could only do so much: she had to go through the true trials of motherhood, straining and pushing and screaming at times as she clutched Emile’s hand. He never left her side.

But finally, after a great deal of struggle (albeit a healthy birth by any standard), her firstborn arrived: little Olivia. She was purple and bruised and squalling, and yet somehow the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in the world. With an almost instinctive maternal understanding, she took her child while Emile cut the cord, and placed it against her chest. After a few awkward moments of struggle, little Olivia latched, and a thick, steady stream of her colostrum was pumped from her engorged breast.

“Mhmmm,” she murmured, soothed by the sensation. Her body was sore, tired, and there was still pain, but everything was eclipsed by this moment of joy. She had done the impossible: been born a man, been transformed into a woman, and now become a mother. She nursed her child lovingly, tears in her eyes, giggling like a schoolgirl.

“Like, holy crap, I’m a mom. This is crazy, right?”

“Not crazy at all, my love,” Emile said, kissing her tenderly on her forehead, as was his custom by then. “You’re going to be an amazing mother.” He reached out and brushed his fingers against Olivia’s face, his daughter suckling peacefully now from her mother.

“What do you think?” he said.

“I think that it’s all been worth it,” she replied. “Totally, totes, super worth it. Every bit.”

What she didn’t say out loud, for fear of giving her husband a heart attack, was, I’ve already, like, forgotten the pain. I literally can’t wait to be knocked up with the next one!

***

In the years that followed, that hope of Christina’s came true again, and again, and again, and again, and so on until she and Emile had made an almost supernaturally large brood - and one that was still growing in size and number! The former male’s loneliness and need to not depend on others was vanquished in the face of her new desire to make the biggest, most loving family possible. She was nearly perpetually pregnant, never seeing a single period for almost seven years straight at one point, much to her own gratification. The feeling of having life swell inside her was simply too lovely to the gorgeous trophy wife, and she loved the way Emile treated her while she was full with his children. In fact, their sex life only improved the bigger she got - it turned out that he had a real pregnancy kink. A good thing too, since she derived no small pleasure from being fucked by Emile while near-full term as well.

Which was not to say that either were not magnificent parents. It was the point after all: the fetishy enjoyment of it all was just a fun side benefit. They loved their many children and always made time for them, even as they continually increased in number. With Emile’s wealth, they were able to attend glowing schools and have many opportunities, but Christina never forgot her own public school past, nor her experience in poverty and in the working class. She made certain that her children experienced different customs and opportunities from all walks of life, and met people from a diverse range of backgrounds. She modelled different ways to help the community, including helping raise money at school events, charity runs (well, walks in her own pregnant case, unless she was early along), supporting children in need, and attending and sponsoring and even organising dinners, lunches, galas, and entertainments that raised money for numerous good causes. It was incredibly important to her that, given how much she had been blessed with, others should benefit also, especially the needy. The fact that Stewart and the rest were able to get back on their feet thanks to her support, and the support of others, was an important lesson to her children in the importance of helping others: each was now contributing back to society, while living in homes designed by her own husband. Naturally, Foul Ron was the family pet too, just to emphasise the point in rehabilitation. Angelica even extended his lifespan just to give him a new life. Who says an old dog can’t learn new tricks?

Emile was fully behind her on this, and together the pair became prominent philanthropists who were well regarded throughout the city, and themselves the recipients of many awards (even if Chrissy’s valley-girl speech meant she was the subject of some stereotypes and jokes, as well as her seemingly endless series of pregnancies. She didn’t mind though: she had everything she wanted, and given her own awareness of who she’d once been, she felt as astonished as everyone else at times at her own lifestyle, and so was happy to be part of the joke). There was even a new award named after her: the Christina Galford Good Works Award. Originally, it had featured the last name she had taken from her husband, but after clearing it with Emile, she requested that it feature her old name: it had been the one she started her first charity work with, and it also gave further devotion to her mother, who gave her that last name and was the source of so much of her compassion. When it first became a yearly award, she blinked back tears.

Finally, I get my own reward. Just, like, in my new feminine way. Which makes it all the more wonderful.

In fact, by the time fifteen years had passed, Emile had gone from well-paid architect to the head of his own private firm with numerous skilled employees, focused on creating buildings and communities for low-income families, all with a sustainable construction and environmentally friendly design in mind. He was very proud of himself, but Chrissy was even prouder, though also more than a little smug.

“I’ve totally rubbed off on you,” she sometimes bragged as they lay in bed together at the end of the day. Emile would just smile lovingly, caress her swollen stomach, then slowly move his hand up to her prominent, ever milk-filled chest.

“Yes, you have. But I think we’ve got the evidence of me rubbing off on you as well, my dear. So why don’t we show just how much we’ve influenced each other, and . . . appreciate each other.”

And always, she would be soon squealing in passion. It was a damn good thing they had ordered sound-proofing for their room. They went at it so often even after fifteen years of marriage and babies that anything short of sound-proofing would probably traumatise the kids! Plus, as Chrissy liked to joke, it was, “good practice for all the babymaking we’ve still got to do.” She would say that even if she were swollen up with twins, which she had been, more than once.

In that fifteen years, she had gone through a whopping eighteen pregnancies, and given birth to an overwhelming twenty-one children, a result of three twin births. It was a difficult thing, raising them all (not to mention the numerous kittens and puppies she zealously took in), but ever since bringing Olivia into the world Christina’s mom instincts had switched on and never been shut off. Having a number of maids, helpers, and even her own mother Sarah on hand to help was a big boon, of course. The helpers were as much family as her blood family, and many of them even came from the shelters she still volunteered at, when she could. Angelica loved her nephews and nieces, and seemed to have a relationship with each and every one of them, too. But at times her own mother was more than a little shocked.

“I just can’t believe it, love,” Sarah had said once, while her daughter was fully pregnant with twins and about to go into labor. She no longer minded the pain: it was a necessary ritual that led to the final bliss of holding and feeding her children.

“Can’t believe what, Mom?”

“It’s just - I didn’t expect to become a grandmother so young! And to so many! Are you sure you’re okay with having more children? I mean, you’ve been practically pregnant for fifteen years! Don’t you want a break? How many is enough?”

For a moment, Christina took in her mother’s words, briefly embarrassed by her own state. While Christopher was a past, far off life, there were still moments where she felt the influence of her old self. Mostly it was humorous, in that ‘I can’t believe I’m now a fun-loving airhead trophy wife getting knocked up with babies all the time, what a strange life!’ sort of way. But in times like these, a tiny chip of doubt would emerge, before she inevitably overcame it.

“Mom, don’t you love your nineteen grandbabies?”

“All of them,” Sarah said. “Though the older ones are hardly babies anymore, given they’re in middle school!”

Chrissy just laughed. “You told me that, like, all children stay babies in their mom’s hearts.”

“You have a much better memory than you let on.”

She giggled. “Mom, I have the perfect life I want, and I love my babies, and I work hard to raise them all. You help so much, but you know I can, like, super stay on top of it. I think I’m just going to keep having as many as I can, just like you had your two babies with Rob - because you wanted them and they made your life better! You brought two beautiful things into the world. I just want to, like, do the same thing.”

Sarah smiled warmly, unable to bring up a counterargument. “You know what, my daughter? You’re absolutely right. And I can’t wait to meet these little twin boys either! Goodness knows, my pair of younger girls are a handful! Good thing they have an amazing aunt.”

It was true, Sarah eventually found love. It had been, once again, with the help of Angelica. It wasn’t a love spell, thankfully, apparently love is too powerful for spells anyway, which is a good thing. However, there are certain spells that allow one to draw a ‘compatible’ soul to you, and this she weaved on Sarah secretly at her bestie bimbo Christina’s request. For a time, none of them were sure if it had even worked, particularly as the weeks rolled by. And then, suddenly, Christina would try to make plans with her mother and find that she was unavailable. That never happened! She inquired further, did her best to be a sleuth, but because of her rather clearcut nature, in the end she basically forced the answer out of her loving mother: she was seeing a man for the first time in nearly ten years, and his name was Robert.

“It isn’t serious, yet,” she cautioned, but Christina could already see the light of hope in her mother’s eyes. “I just want you to know I’m not replacing you in my heart, or -”

She never got to finish the sentence: Chrissy was already hugging her mother.

“So long as I get to give my big stamp of approval!” she said joyously.

Upon meeting him, she did. Robert was a medical engineer, and quite a wealthy and good looking one. He had a rugged kind of look that suited her mother’s inclinations, and a relaxed and patient attitude that the sometimes-stressed Sarah needed.

He’s actually pretty yummy, Christina thought to herself, bimbo and pregnancy brain combining to make her aroused. Gawd, now I’m even perving on guys in their forties! When I get home, I’m gonna make Emile dress up in a professor-like suit and fuck me or something.

It didn’t take long for Sarah to realise she was in love, and when the time for marriage came, her own daughter was the Maid of Honour. A very pregnant maid of honour by that point, and as a result quite emotional and hormonal. She was blubbering silently with tears when Sarah and Robert kissed, and the two of them were officially made husband and wife. It was almost impossible to get through her own speech to the happy couple, and in the end Angelica and one of the other bridesmaids had to help her.

She was just as full of sobbing happiness when her mother broke the news she was pregnant . . . with twins.

“I still can’t believe it,” Sarah said. “My grown daughter - already pregnant with her own set of twins - is going to be giving birth around the same time as me!”

“Awww, you can hopefully meet your twin grandsons at the same time as I meet my two little twin sisters!”

Christina was nothing short of excited. Despite some brief anxiety from Sarah that she would feel jealous, or as if she were being pushed out, the truth was that as far as Chrissy was concerned, the more in the family the better. And just as they had joked about, mother and daughter indeed went into labour on the same day, in the same morning, in the presence of one another. Neither could fully believe it, but it made for a great story afterwards, and plenty of great company during the experience: they even were able to organise their health coverage for them to have adjoining rooms with a movable partition, so they could talk to one another and encourage one another. At one point, Christina found herself going through the intensely strange experience of coaching her own mother through birth.

So frickin’ weird, but I’ve given birth, like, five more times than her, and she last gave birth when she was a teen over twenty years ago. Still, I can't say many daughters can claim this experience!

Poor Emile and Robert almost felt like third and fourth wheels, until both women entered the final stage of labour. With that, the partition was drawn back up, both shouted encouragement to the other, and the men were again present with their wives in private for the most important part. Robert later confessed the whole exchange had actually been a blessing: he was terrified he’d faint, but Chrissy’s breaking down of the process had helped him stay afloat in the world of consciousness. And so four new babies entered the world. Sarah was happy to leave it at that: she was in her early forties of course, but Christina was more than happy to get knocked up just a single month later. Angelica’s fertility magic certainly did its, well, magic.

Not everyone was baby crazy though. Angelica, who was also aging far more slowly, was happy with the single life.

“I’ll know if I ever want to, like, get married,” she told her bimbo bestie, “but if I do, it’ll be a long way off still. I’ve got a suuuuuper long time, right?”

Still, she had a rotating cast of very handsome ‘boy toys’ that she enjoyed spending time with. She was no stranger to sexual passion and payoff, and some of these men even became family friends, though Chrissy’s kids only really understood their place in ‘Aunt Angie’s’ social circle until they were teenagers. But as much as Angelica loved getting fucked by hot hunks, her bigger focus was on her fashion career. Whereas Chrissy was happy to play the part of the philanthropic trophy wife, Angelica leveraged her beauty and skill and sense of fashion to make a budding career for herself as a successful model. She graced covers of magazines, featured on billboards, and was invited on the arm of more than one celebrity, even featuring in cute little bit parts in successful films. She had a massive following online, and used that following to funnel support for her bestie’s charity causes as well.

Angelica was still, at heart, a massive softie though, and so she always spent a good chunk of the year helping out with her bestie and brother’s ever-growing family. Her magic skill improved, and she became eager to pass down what she had learned to the next generation of Halloway women, which naturally meant Christina’s daughters. Only Olivia, Lydia, Sabrina, and Valerie were old enough to begin learning, and it was early days yet, but the idea that they could one day weave magic to improve their own lives - and those of others - was deeply beautiful to them. Not that they would ever know their own mother’s magical past. For Christina, that was to be a secret between her, her husband, and her bimbo bestie for life.

“They may figure it out on their own with enough magic skill, just warning ya!” Angelica said as they shared a drink (hot chocolate for the pregnant Chrissy) late one night.

“That’s fine, my bestie. So long as they are ready to find out, then I’m totes happy with that outcome.”

“You know, with so much magic ready to fly around, it might be best to come and live with you, Chrissy. I’m, like, eager to spend more time with my nieces and nephews, and besides, I’m super good with them. Might be better to have all the magic in one place too, so people don’t see us crossing paths all the time and put two and two together!”

Chrissy just laughed. “We can do a trial run. It’ll be fun. Besides, Emily is around for a week soon. We could even go to the beach and have a bikini day. Us three girls.”

Angelica giggled devilishly. “Oh, I’m so, so glad. I always have the week marked on my calendar.”

What they were talking about, of course, was the little ‘week of fun’ that Angelica had promised as a mischievous insurance policy for Emile all those years ago when she’d given them their magical life extensions. Once a year in the middle of summer, for an entire week Monday to Friday, Emile found himself once more transformed into Emily, the adorable and curvaceous shortstack bimbo who would be ‘Aunt Emie’ to their kids. Some contrivance was always organised in order to make it work: Emile going away on a business trip supposedly, or visiting distant relations on another continent, or on a week-long men’s getaway hiking and fishing (this seemed less likely, given him being fairly unenthused about both things). Still, it sufficed, and each year the children could look forward to that same week where ‘Aunt Emie’ visited.

For Chrissy, it was a time of amusement. After all, she could have a lot of fun teasing her feminised husband and dressing him/her up, and given it was summer, a bikini-clad trip to the beach was never out of the question. Angelica would naturally always join in on at least one of these trips, as she liked teasing her twin brother-turned-twin sister even more than Christina did, much to the new woman’s embarrassment. Still, she was happy to flaunt it, and in the leadup to the inevitable change, Emile and Chrissy even made plans for what they would do once he was ‘bimbofied’. He even came to look forward to the occasion, as he found it de-stressed him, allowed him to be more wild and free, and also interact with his own children in a different way that let them see a different side of him. For one, it encouraged several of their daughters to grow their hair out even longer: Emily’s went right down to the top of her thighs and had a glorious silky shine to it, so it was greatly rewarding for the ‘Aunt’ to learn how to do the makeup and hair of her daughters in a way they were always exciting for, whereas this would usually be Chrissy’s domain. Not that Chrissy’s hair was shorter - she still kept it quite long - but Emiy’s was on another level.

And also, the lesbian sex they secretly had was always very, very fun.

So so soooooo fucking fun, Christina often found herself thinking. And it’s so funny to make my hubby cum as a woman and cry out like she does! It’s the best!

As their eldest sons and daughters grew, some of them were obviously beginning to suspect what was really going on, especially Olivia and the other potential magic users under Angelica’s tutelage, but as with Christina’s own past, their mother was happy to let them learn on their own rather than spoil the fun. Emile would be Emily one week out of fifty two for the rest of his life, and that more than suited the pair of them.

Christina occasionally had her little moments of doubt, of course. Moments where she wondered how her life would be if she were smarter, a little less ditzy, and not always addicted to being pregnant all the time (it was exhausting, being a mother to nearly two dozen kids, after all). And there were moments of embarrassment: realisation that men were staring at her cleavage even during her great triumphs, or when one of her older sons or daughters expressed a low-key teenage embarrassment of what a ditz and minor sex symbol their mother was. And very rarely, when she cried out in passion while being fucked by her husband, she still blushed a little at how submissive and feminine she’d become, lacking any desire to dominate life and be in control as she had been.

But always there was Emile to comfort her, and her loving children too - yes, even the occasionally moody teen ones. And whatever embarrassments she had about her body from time to time, even the awkward moments when she’d leak milk into her top without noticing, she was ultimately proud of her body. It had given so much life into the world, and pleased her loving husband, and as Christina she had achieved more than Christopher ever would.

And besides, she thought, I could never go back to pussy anyway. I am waaaaay too addicted to Emile’s big, hard cock. Gawd, I love having him thrusting inside me!

And so life went on, magical and strange and wonderful.

***

“Mum, that’s way too much lipstick.”

“Nonsense. You’ll look like a cute little snack, honey! Trust me, your boyfriend is going to love it!”

Olivia rolled her eyes. She was in her own mother’s image: dark brunette hair, impressive figure that was still blooming, and bright, compassionate eyes. She was also very much not used to going on dates.

“He’s not my boyfriend, Mom.”

“Like, not yet. That’s what the makeup is totally for. So you can snag him easily!”

Olivia couldn’t help but laugh. “Is that how you got Dad?”

“That, and a bit of magic.”

“Are you going to tell me that story one day?”

“It’s not, like, my story to tell dear. But maybe you’ll use your own magic to figure it out.”

“I wish I could use my magic to make my boobs bigger. Lydia is two years younger than me and she’s already a size bigger! I wish I had a chest like yours.”

Chrissy smiled, hugged her daughter so that they both stared into the mirror together. “Good things come to those who wait! Besides, I’m sure in a little more time you’ll, like, size them up yourself with Aunt Angie’s teachings.”

Olivia blushed. “She won’t let me. Says I have to accept my body before I go about changing it.”

Good lesson, bestie.

“She’s right. And besides, you’re no slim chicken.”

“Spring chicken, Mom.”

“No, slim chicken. I don’t, like, care if it’s not a saying, any boy would be lucky to have you. And this dress makes you look great in all the right places!”

She indicated the blue dress that hugged her daughter’s curves. She was just finishing up Olivia’s hair, which she had done simply, with just a few adjustments so that it shined straight and silky.

“Th-thanks Mom. I really like Eric.”

“And he’ll like you. Now keep your lips still, honey. This’ll, like, totes knock him off his feet. Trust me - your Dad loves ruby red lipstick . . .”

There was a long pause as she dreamily thought of how sexy Emile was, and how much her hot preggo body wanted him. That was, until Olivia tapped her on the shoulder.

“Hey, Earth to Mom! Stop thinking about Dad in the presence of your daughter. Super gross.”

She just giggled. “Sorry! He’s hard not to think about sometimes! Anyway, I was saying that out of, like, all my daughters, you look the most like me, so that style would totes do super well on you.”

It truly did. Olivia gasped when she saw herself, turning from side to side and smiling brightly. Then, she turned to Christina. “How do you do it all, Mom?”

“Do what, honey?”

“All of this!? Being here for me and all our family, and running all these events, and helping out so many people. I feel like I’ve got to live up to you. You’re a superwoman -  you’re even six months pregnant and running about!”

Chrissy smiled. I can do it all because of, like, kind words like that, my love, she thought. And because it gives me so much joy.

But instead she kneeled down - only slightly, her latest belly bump was quite big after all - and simply kissed her daughter on the cheek.

“It’s easy to do when you love someone,” she said. “You’ll move, like, heaven and earth for them. Now, you’re all finished. Eric will go totally gaga. But you also take things slow, okay?”

“Like you and Dad did?” Olivia teased.

Everyone knew that Christina had been pregnant before marriage, and had only dated Emile for two months before marrying, besides.

Okay, super low blow. But we knew each other from childhood . . . sort of.

“Well, when you know, you know,” she said, hoping that would help. “But I was also, like, twenty years old. I’m thirty five now, and I’ve got literally zero regrets. But you can wait till you’re at least eighteen before any big decisions, okay?”

“Yes, Mom,” she said. “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything stupid. He’s too nice for that anyway. We literally met at the animal shelter.”

“Good,” she said. “I love that you work there. You just be responsible. Your Dad would have another fit.”

“Well, good thing ‘Aunt Emie’ is coming back soon, right? That should relax him?”

She gave a knowing look to Christina, who just winked back. “Well, you’re probably right. But hurry up! I don’t want you late for your date. Just a quick selfie with your mommy so I can totally cry about this later - my daughter is so grown up!”

“Mooooom.”

She took a quick snap, checked it, forced her daughter to take three more, and then by that point Olivia was practically escaping out of her arms and out the door where she was being picked up, even if she didn’t seem particularly upset by all the attention her mother lavished upon her, even returning a quite “love you” which her mother giddily returned.

“You have a nice night, honey!” she exclaimed.

The door had barely closed when a loud cry rang out. Little Steven needed a feed, as if by maternal instinct, her boobs began leaking into the pads of her maternity bra.

“Mooom! MOOOM! STACY IS CHEATING AT OUR GAMES!”

And that would be Gavin. And Stacy, of course. Always at each other’s necks, those twins. Still, she loved them, even if they could be full on. And dinner would have to be pulled out of the ovens soon. And she needed to set the table, though Emile might already be doing it. And she needed to help some of her children with their homework - they could be a bit ditzy in class, though given how much they also got from their mother, perhaps she wouldn’t be too much help!

So much to do! But I guess a mother’s work is never done. At least I have Kade and Abby to help in the kitchen, though that will also mean Jared and Selina will be there too, trying to ‘help’, the dear things. They’re just, like, not quite old enough yet!

She patted her round, pregnant stomach, and felt a delightful little shifting inside where her newest baby was stirring. She smiled broadly before attending to her duties.

Never done indeed. And happily so.

***

After everything was settled after another huge night with their many children (thank God for hired helpers!), Chrissy made her way to the master bedroom. Emile was waiting for her, lying on his back, shirtless, reading one of his many books.

Sorry honey, but I’m gonna need you to stop reading right now. I’m mega-mega-super horny right now. My preggo hormones are WILD.

She decided to tease him first. Slowly, she removed her pregnancy blouse, unbuttoning it carefully, stretching so that the pregnant belly that turned him on so much was greatly emphasised. She shimmied off her skirt, moaning a little too sensuously as she did so, and she kicked her flats off, letting her dainty (not swollen yet, thankfully) feet go bare. She rubbed her big, swollen belly again, placed both hands behind her back in that pose she knew he loved, and then turned to watch him.

The book was already to the side, and he had one eyebrow raised.

“Subtle.”

“I can’t help it if you look sooooo hawt and sexy lying there. My preggo hormones are crazy, hubby, and only you can fix them.”

He smirked. “You know, I’m pretty tired, Chrissy.”

She knew this game well. Slowly, she unclasped her bra, letting her big, milky F-cup boobs droop a little. They were round and full and so deeply sensitive, aching not just from her endless milk production, but also her massively horny needs.

“Mmhmmm,” she moaned. “Please? I’m begging you. I need you inside me so fucking bad, honey.”

He loved to hear her beg. It wasn’t anything manipulative: they loved to act out this little roleplay, particularly since it made him feel so powerfully dominant and her so sexily submissive.

“Convince me,” he said. “I need a little waking up, first.”

She got up onto the bed, peeling off her underwear so that her gravid form was totally naked. Little droplets of milk formed on the ends of her breasts - Emile would take care of that soon, she knew. She pulled back the covers, and saw that he was already naked, ready to receive her. His cock was huge and stiff, throbbing with excitement. Carefully, she angled herself, cradling her belly in one hand while she lowered herself with the other. And then, lovingly, she placed her full lips over that cock she loved to taste so much.

Emile instantly grunted. “Oh G-God, that feels good.”

She tried not to smile, instead focusing on giving him an amazing blowjob. She stroked his cock, shifting to free a hand, while one of his own caressed her pregnant belly. She loved the taste of his rigid rod, especially how his whole body shivered while she did so. She took him in, deep-throating him expertly, eagerly hungry for his semen. She hoped he wouldn’t blow his load yet - her pussy was more hungry than her mouth.

Thankfully, just as it seemed like he was about to reach his zenith, her husband pulled her back. “Lie on your side,” he said, in a commanding voice that drove her crazy.

She did as he said, shifting her heavy weight. Emile first attended to her breasts while she continued to play with his cock in her hands. He drank deeply from her, causing her to nearly orgasm just from the release. He loved the taste of her milk, and she loved the experience of nursing and feeding her husband.

“Mmhmmm! Ohhhhhh yessss, s-so much pressure! So m-much relief! You’re t-totes amazing as al-always.”

He pulled back, licking a nipple just to make her whimper. “Only to be your equal,” he said. He shifted again, this time going behind her, big spoon to her little spoon. She loved this position. With his help, she lifted one leg up, and he eased himself inside her from behind. It allowed him to cradle her belly and play with her tits, kiss her shoulders and neck all while thrusting deeply into her.

It’s what he did at that very moment.

“MMhm! N-needed this sooooo baaaad!” she cried.

“You always do, my love. And I never, ever get tired of it, my Christina.”

She moaned in agonised pleasure, overstimulated. Her ass wobbled, bounced as he took her from behind, and her vagina gripped his cock, milking it with the practice of fifteen years of sexually active marriage.

It didn’t take long for either of them to cum, but as often happened, they did so together. The sound-proofed walls shook with her cries, and he grunted and groaned loudly just as she loved. She was hit by a total of five orgasms, the last a final gasp of ecstasy that nearly sent her under into blissful unconsciousness.

It took a long time to come down from the bliss. She also, thanks to that wonderful belly, briefly became stuck and needed her gallant husband to help her up so she could go shower. He joined her, cupping her belly from behind and embracing her in that protective way she always loved after a dance of passion. They retired together back to the bed, beneath the covers. Both of them liked sleeping naked most nights, though poor Christina usually had to give in and wear her maternity bra sleepwear.

I can maybe risk it, she thought. I mean, my sexy hubby did drain me super well. But then again I’m a total milk machine these days. Better not wake up with a milky bed. It’s supes not fun.

She put on the bra, resulting in a slightly disappointed look from Emile, but she more than made up for it by giving him a loving kiss and letting him caress and feel her belly for several minutes. It was a cathartic debriefing after sex, of sorts, and one they both took a lot of satisfaction in.

“The twenty second baby,” Emile marvelled. “I can scarcely believe it.”

“You better,” she jested, “because I’m totes gonna need your help with the diapers.”

“When have I ever let you down on that, my love?”

She kissed him again. “Never.” There was a slight kick, and she moved her hand to where the baby was shifting.

“Oof! That was a big one. Gonna be a boy, I bet.”

“You think?”

“A mother knows.” Another kick, but this time she frowned slightly. Her husband immediately recognised her mood, and held her closer - her belly pressed against his.

“What’s wrong, Christina?”

She gave a sheepish expression. “It’s really, really stupid, but I totes want multiples again. I loved having twins. And I want to be knocked up with triplets one day suuuuper bad. I’d be all big and mega pregnant. Gawd, can you imagine quads?”

Emile laughed, almost disbelieving in his manner. “My God, quads? You’d be adding to our number of children by a factor of nearly twenty percent.”

“Whatever with the number mambo jumbo. I want triplets.”

“Well, they are more common the older a woman gets. And, well, to put it lightly, you are going to be younger than a normal woman for a lot longer. So there’s plenty of time.”

She grinned. “You think?”

“I know. Don’t worry honey, it’ll happen. And in the meantime, we’ll always have our ever expanding family.”

“Awww.”

She tried to press closely, but her belly was too big. So instead she let him reach around and snuggle her with his greater arm length. They stayed like that, ready to turn off the lights and sleep, until something once more came over Chrissy.

“Hey, Emile.”

“Yes, my love.”

“You know how you super, super love me, right?”

“Horny again?”

“Gawd, so fucking much.”

Emily sat up. To her absolute pleasure, he had a very clear hard on, one just aching to enter her all over again. Except this time, she really did want to use her mouth.

“Me too, Christina. Why don’t we have a night of extra romance, huh?”

Christina giggled, and pushed her husband onto his back, shifting her pregnant body so she could have the best access to his amazing, totally addictive cock.

“Let me give you a nice gift for all the wonderful life you’ve given me,” she said. And then slowly, she descended, licking and sucking on his member, any vestigial male pride vanished in the pleasure of the act.

I’ve got, like, the best fucking life.

***

Chrissy did get her triplets in the end, much to her delight. It was six years later, and it had come after three more sets of twins in a row that already had her absolutely brimming with happiness. With her triplets (identical girls, also bringing her much glee) she was immensely gravid, to the point where people wondered if she could even walk. The pregnancy was not easy, but she found it as rewarding as any pregnancy had ever been, especially because it was the same year her wonderful eldest child Olivia welcomed Christina’s first granddaughter into the world. Olivia was more than a little red-faced over this, of course: she had not planned to have children with her partner Eric, wanting to be married first. Naturally, she blamed the so-called ‘Galford Family Curse’ for this accidental blessing, though given how many more babies the two would go on to have Chrissy couldn’t help but wonder if it was more of a blessing: it had certainly enriched her own life!

And while Christina’s brood continued to grow and grow, her multiple pregnancies becoming a happy routine, her other adult daughters fell ‘prey’ to this family curse with a wonderful eagerness. She was happy to see her family grow and grow with many grandchildren, and also for her sons to start families of their own. Each of them followed Olivia in ‘blaming’ their parents for the inspiration of starting families in their early twenties. Yet despite many of these being happy accidents resulting from their incredible fertility and virility, none of them seemed to mind the results (though Valerie was happily smug that she somehow got knocked up with quadruplets before Christina finally got there the following year). There was no telling how big the Halloway-Galford clan would grow, but one thing was for certain: Christina finally had the security she’d always been wanting, right from the very start.

She had a family. The best, and certainly the biggest, family in the world.

The End