A Favor For A Friend

"You're really not upset?" I asked them, still surprised by how they were taking all of this. I had basically told them the entire world had been changed and they were treating it as less important than a weather report. "You don't have to not be upset; I'm not using you like that. Like, what if I fucked Mira? You'd be ok with that?" I said, aiming for the most provocative thing I could think of.

"Sure, you can use her if you want," they said, even rolling their eyes like it was a stupid thing to ask. "Fuck her, have all shirts have boob windows, make it taco Thursday, whatever you want man. That's just how the world works; nothing odd about it. I'm frankly giving myself a headache trying to imagine you NOT being able to use everyone."

Even knowing and believing everything had changed... "It's really... OK. Like all of it? Everything I told you?" I asked. They just nodded. "So if I said... I was more upset I didn't get to watch my mom fucking her way through the car dealership than about her doing it, that wouldn't be weird?" I added, bracing myself for criticism, but no longer expecting it.

"Nah man," they replied jovially. "I mean, if you want to use her as your personal pornstar, just do it. You can use her anyway you want, just like everyone else."

I let out the breath I hadn't realized I had been holding. "Thanks man. I was kinda freaking out, but I guess if everyone is ok with it..." If they still didn't mind after I told them all that, then there really was nothing wrong from their perspective. "Well, it's not wrong if no one minds," I said aloud, needing to hear it. "Alright, no more worrying. Viva la freeuse!" I yelled, grinning. If this was how it was now, I could drive myself crazy or I could enjoy it.

"That's the spirit!" they shot back with a smile.

"I owe you one. Anything I could do for you?" I asked. Car had been my best friend for years, but somehow it felt like this was the biggest favor they had ever done for me.

"Whoa, I'm not a perv or anything," they said, waving me off. Everything we had talked about, and that was what drew an objection?

"Nah man, I want to do something for you," I said, going over things in my head. What could I... "I got it!" I declared with a snap of my fingers. "Are you still unsure if you are going to transition?" I asked, just to be sure.

"Yeah," Car admitted, their hands fidgeting with the hem of their skirt. "Years of hormones, multiple surgeries... Of course I'm worried about how that could all go. Will it screw things up with college, my career? And what about Mira?" They glanced at toward the front door as if expecting her to walk in on cue. "She said she supports me no matter what, which is all well and good in theory, but... And who knows how it will all turn out; there could be problems, unexpected issues... I've met people at the campus LGBT alliance who went regretted doing it, a few whose procedures got botched, a couple who couldn't tolerate the hormones... So yeah, I'm nervous. Who wouldn't be?"

"So it sounds like it's the process you are scared of," I put in logically. "If you didn't have to worry about surgeries or anything medical... no worries about your career and stuff... if you could just go back without issues if you didn't like it... I want your honest answer: do you want to be a girl?" I said, trying as hard as I could not to have another accident.

"A woman," they corrected testily; I could practically hear Mira saying it. "And sure, I'd jump at the chance. Why?"

"Really, I made my mom a Milf, were you paying attention? I could make you a woman right now If you want me to." I replied ruefully.

"Holy shit dude!" they replied, almost yelling. "Yeah, I want to be a woman ore than anything!"

"Become the girl... woman" I quickly corrected before they could "you want to be. That's how I'm using you."

Car gasped, eyes wide as I said that. "I'm gonna be a woman," they said excitedly, voice already cracking. It began with their face subtly changing, jaw rounding, cheeks firming up and narrowing, lips plumping up a little, eyes slightly shifting. Surprisingly they didn't seem to be getting shorter, but their frame flowed beneath the skin, broad shoulders narrowing, arms and legs losing their hair. Their musculature shifted, becoming smoother and sleeker. Soft gasps and groans issued from their parted lips, audibly shifting up the register.

There was the sound of creaking fabric, dress loosening around their stomach but visibly straining elsewhere, pulled taut across the chest, where budding breasts strained to form, and around the waist. The dress grew tighter as their hips broadened, visibly biting into them. Car staggered against the counter, bent over, groans shifting from mere expression of effort to pain, breath coming up short. I saw them frantically pawing at their too tight clothes, the material absolutely not made for stretching.

"Shit... your clothes all change to fit you!" I yelled frantically, realizing that a dress that fit the flat chest of a guy and whatever underwear they had on didn't have the give to accommodate such radical changes in body shape. "I' using your clothes that way!"

With an audible frump the chest instantly shot forward as the growing boobs were released from compression. The cut of the waist visibly shifting pulling inward and upwards to cinch above them instead of having a death grip around widening hips, and though I couldn't see down below I observed Car's expression shift from pain to relief. Car leaned back heavily against the counter, breathing hard as their body and clothing kept shifting. "Shit, I thought I was gonna die," they commented, their voice feminine, almost liltling. "Is that me?" they asked in surprise. "Mi mi mi mi mi," they intoned. They were visibly pushed away from the counter as their ass got bigger, and in front I could see the panel adding on fabric as the mounds inside got bigger.

The changes stopped, leaving them panting from the apparent effort, and after a second of shakiness they pushed away from the counter, standing up straight and gazing down at themself in wonder. The new woman was still tall, still muscular but in that different way women looked when they were fit but not bodybuilding, tight lines emphasizing and refining their form instead of the bulging, obvious muscles they had had as a guy, topped by a cute, feminine, but still identifiable face framed by straight black hair that stopped just below chin level in a simple bob cut. The round swell of boobs that seemed bigger than Ayaka's now ones but a bit smaller than Amy's old set pressed against the dress, fully concealed due to the high collar that had remained unchanged but presenting an alluring hillock all the same, and below the dress flowed loosely over what must have been a tight stomach before flaring around wide hips and a bubble butt that they twisted and turned straining to get a look at. My friend, who had come out to me first, who had learned to sew so they could wear women's clothing, who had come to me when they had boy trouble, was now an Amazonian and deeply feminine woman.

"Oh my god, John," they said, turning their attention back to me, grinning. "Thank you for using me like this. Thank you thank you thank you!" they cried with excitement, almost jumping up and down. "I can't believe this." They moved around experimentally, standing on tiptoes, hopping lightly. They flexed their arms, stretching and testing out their new muscles, and ran their hands up the side of their new body and looked about to explore further when they stopped and blushed cutely. "Oh, um... you mind if I leave you out here for a minute?"

"What's wrong?" I teased, watching them almost vibrate with the desire to check themselves out.

"Look, I obviously want to... See how being used turned out. And well, I am a woman now, and..." then they noticed my grin. "Oh come on! Dude, thank you so much and all, but also you're a dick," they stated, trying and failing to stand and glare angrily at me, unsure what to do with their hands or how to stand in order to convey annoyance. Despite their size, somehow everything they did came off as cute. "Stay here or go home, but the first thing I do as a woman is not going to be giving my best friend a show."

"There's no need to be shy around me," I assured them, intentionally using that phrasing this time. "Go ahead and explore all you want." If they didn't mind, no harm, and I very much wanted to watch them get familiar with the body I gave them.

"Yeah, you're right. No need to be shy around you. This is how you're using me, after all," they admitted, relaxing, not noticing the sudden change in attitude. Car causally ran their hands over their body, taking in the feeling of the muscles in their arms, pulling the dress tight against their stomach and letting us both see their firm six pack. They ran their hands down over their hips and reaching back up cup their ass, then dipped between their legs, proving to themself that there was no longer a pole present. The motion was completely causal, completely exploratory, and yet effortlessly sexy all the same. They saved the breasts for last, cupping them and gasping at the sensation before reaching up to pull top of the dress outward; unfortunately this didn't let me get a glimpse as they looked down into their new cleavage, given how high the collar was. They turned side to side, admiring how the how the clothes clung to every curve, enjoying how the dress swished around their new hips and ass. Watching their hands wander and their body flex was so hot, but even better was the look of shear joy on my friend's new face.

"So, how do you like it?" I asked facetiously.

"I love it," they said in their new voice, which was on the deeper but also breathier side. I thought it fit them well.

"Good, because that covers your birthday presents for, like, ever," I added teasingly as I waited with baited breath for what I knew had to be coming next.

Just as they were reaching down to grab their skirt and pull the dress over their head, the sound of a key in the front door cut through the air.