A Thousand Words, A Million Bucks, and Several Inches.

Adrienne didn't mind at all, waiting for the little box on her screen to finish loading Charlie's image. What she saw struck right in the heart... and between her legs.

Though the picture was clearly taken on a cloudy day at the beach, the woman in frame was nothing less than stunning. Luscious blond hair flowed around her face and down her shoulders, waving just enough to make it full of life. Looking off to the side, Adrienne could only see one of girl-Charlie's well-shaped dark eyebrows and vibrant blue eyes, the other masked by a veil of that gorgeous blond hair. A sweet smile brought light to her face, framed perfectly by a smooth jaw, cutely dimpled cheeks, and a lovely slender neck.

Her shoulders almost looked a little broad, but only in the stark contrast of her narrow but tantalizingly muscled abdomen. Slender and toned arms ended in dainty hands. She clearly worked out, and had a body worthy of worship. The most eye-grabbing features that Adrienne couldn't peel her gaze from were Charlie's bountiful chest and wide, smooth hips. Adorned in a bright red bikini top, Charlie's bust was incredibly full and round; perky despite their size. The way her waist narrowed, only to wildly flare outward into such a thick, squeezable pair of hips was utterly hypnotizing. The photo was cut off from there, only showing a hint of what must have been a pair of toned and powerful thighs. The young girl's imagination desperately worked to fill in the gaps.

Adrienne absentmindedly cupped her own breast, fairly certain that Charlie's former bust was even larger than hers. She could feel her plump nipples starting to stiffen and poke at the fabric of her top. The pressure of her own fingers against supple flesh made Adrienne gasp softly. She was so warm and sensitive, all of a sudden. It didn't usually feel that nice. A fingertip lightly grazed the thick bump of a nipple through her shirt, making Adrienne shudder and breathe a little faster. Her mind started to race, barraging her with questions.

Why am I so hot? Why does everything suddenly feel so good? Is this wrong?

Eyes not leaving the visage of her burgeoning lust, Adrienne didn't notice her own hand slowly gliding down her front, inching closer to the growing, insistent tightness she felt between her legs. Just before her fingers tested the waist of her pants, she jumped at the sound of a new message.

'Did you get the pic? What'cha think? ;)'

Silently admonishing herself, Adrienne's hands went back to her phone, peeling her eyes away from the beautiful picture to read Charlie's words. Her teeth worried her lip, heat seeping off her brightened cheeks.

That's right, she thought. The girl in that picture doesn't exist anymore. Or... not like that, anyway. She's a boy now.

'You were so beautiful, Charlie. I've never seen anyone quite like that.' Was it rude to refer to his former appearance in past tense? He was the one offering the image, so surely he didn't mind.

'Yeah, I was a looker, huh? It's nice of you to say so!'

'It's not like you aren't handsome now,' she replied. 'But I'm sure you get told that constantly.'

'Aww, you. You're plenty cute yourself though, don't forget!'

Adrienne smiled warmly, charmed by Charlie's casual, almost silly demeanor over the phone. It really did feel like talking to another girl, even if she knew otherwise. It almost felt like flirting... but that's so out of the question. Charlie himself told her that he's repulsed by the concept of sex, so surely he wasn't looking for a partner like that. Not to mention, Adrienne was strictly a fan of the female sex, no matter what she'd made herself via TTP. Despite that, she caught herself quickly growing comfortable with the guy. He'd make a great friend.

Even as their conversation continued, Adrienne's attention was pulled away again by a firm, pulsing shift between her legs. Looking down in surprise, her face grew hotter as she realized the problem. Oh, no. Her already tight underwear was growing tighter as something stirred to life, demanding to be freed of its fabric prison. Wincing at the way the band of her panties started to dig into her hips, Adrienne knew she didn't have the luxury of ignoring her own body. The need wasn't going to go away until it was addressed.

With a whiny huff, Adrienne grabbed her phone and dragged herself into the bathroom. The look she received from herself in the mirror was one of shame and defeat, even as her body continued to heat up with need.

"Damn it all," she muttered. "Why do I have to be like this... God, I feel like a **** to my own body."

Flustered, Adrienne began to wiggle out of her sweatpants. The drawstring was pulled quite far to keep her bottoms around her narrow waist, opening up as they fell to show a creamy and supple set of modestly flared hips. It took some persuasion to get the fabric to go around her round little bubble butt, though it quickly hit the floor once past that shapely obstacle. Slender, smooth thighs and dainty little feet came into view as she kicked her bottoms away, thumbs now fighting to hook underneath a very tight pair of peculiar panties. Chewing her lip, Adrienne braced herself and yanked, forcing the fabric to her ankles and freeing herself from its confines. With a grunt of effort and relief, Adrienne's panties hit the cold bathroom floor, finally allowing her loins room to breathe and swell.

There it was. The object of her grief. Encephalon's big mistake.

Pulsing to life was a long, rigid cock dangling in front of her feminine thighs. While an impressive size on its own, easily ten inches long and over two fingers thick, it looked positively enormous on such a petite little body. Churning and shifting beneath it was an equally cumbersome pair of balls, demanding relief from their owner with pangs of ache and arousal. Even without touching it, without indulging that fat, throbbing cock, a few milky drops of precum glistened out from under her foreskin hood. Not even circumcised anymore... what the hell, Encephalon...

The stress and desperation of her body's needs almost pushed Adrienne to tears, the indignant girl bracing herself over the toilet. With her phone resting on the tank, she looked down at the pleasant conversation she and Charlie were having. Breath shaky, body hot and wanting, she scrolled up and away from the words, finding that glorious image again. Unable to hold back any longer, Adrienne shot a hand down between her legs, grasped that aching cock, and began to stroke.

Immediately, she felt a rippling jolt of pleasure surge from her cock and spread to the rest of her tingling nerves. A shuddering gasp escaped her lips, her hand begrudgingly exploring the firm, hot surface of her shaft. Her eyes flicked between the beauty on her phone and the quickening pace of her strokes, watching the bright pink head peek out with each downward tug.

More. It's not enough.

Straddling the bowl of the toilet, Adrienne reached out for the nearby bottle of lotion. Applying it quite liberally, she treated herself to both hands working at once, hips rolling forward as she shamelessly fucked her own grip. The pleasure wasn't as important as the release; a reprieve from dirty thoughts dominating her mind. She knew, though, that one begot the other. Gaze again falling on Charlie's picture, Adrienne let her mind start to wander, allowing desire and fantasy spur her forward.

She saw Charlie lounging atop a large, silky bed. Hair tousled and wild across her shoulders, those brilliant blue eyes smoldered and bore into Adrienne. Braced back on her hands, chest thrust outward, she beckoned Adrienne forward with just a look. Her knees drew in, making those thick, strong thighs rub together, hiding the view of her delicate sex.

"I want it," cooed a voice imagined for Charlie's captivating female form. "Give it to me. Cover me with it." A soft, smooth tongue rolled across her full lips. Adrienne didn't know if the moans she heard were imagined for Charlie or some of her own. Her strokes grew rampant and feverish, filling the room with the wet slurping of slick skin on skin.

Close. So close. Charlie lunged forward, inches from Adrienne's huge, throbbing cock, clutching her full, bulging breasts, offering them to Adrienne. Charlie's eyes pleaded up to her, mouth agape and tongue lolling out, begging to be bathed in hot, sticky white. Biting her lip hard to stifle her frantic breaths and squeals of pleasure, Adrienne's face clenched tight as she felt her cock explode. Even with eyes closed, she could see the ropes of thick seed splatter across Charlie's face, chest, and tongue. Her imaginary lover smiled and moaned, basking in each hard, heavy shot of cum, swallowing every drop that made it into her mouth.

"God, there's so much! What a mess you've made, Adrienne..." With a sultry giggle, the image of Charlie faded from Adrienne's mind.

Finally, the aftershocks of her rocking climax began to ebb and Adrienne could feel both her breathing and her mind begin to settle down. Still panting hard, she opened her eyes and could only groan in dismay.

"Oh no, it's everywhere!" White splotches caked across her bathroom wall, already starting to try and drip behind the toilet. "What's the point of standing like this if I can't even remember to aim...!" Grabbing at the toilet paper, Adrienne hastily began wiping the thick goo off her walls, not wanting to give it time to dry and flake everywhere. Please don't clog the toilet, pleeaase don't clog the toilet...!

In the returning silence of the bathroom while she cleaned, Adrienne heard a clattering buzz. Her phone.

...

HER PHONE!!

Wiping a stray glob of cum away from the screen, Adrienne reeled in horror at the messages she'd missed from Charlie. There weren't a lot, but it was clear he was starting to show concern as the pace of their conversation had come to an abrupt halt.

'You know, I was thinking. I've still got a bunch of my pre-TTP clothes stored away, I wonder if any of them would fit you. Is that something you'd be interested in? I don't know what your wardrobe looks like, but a few extra outfits couldn't hurt, right?'

'Yes? No? Maybe so?'

'You still there?'

Adrienne, you hopeless, sinful pervert! Letting her cock take over, she had snubbed Charlie, all while masturbating to a picture of him! Or, her, or... whatever! Her face lit up like a light bulb, the girl scrambling to type.

'I'm SO sorry, Charlie! I must be really sleepy, I think I dozed off.' Already lying to her new friend. Despicable. The truth was so much worse, though.

'I think I need to go to bed. It's sweet of you to offer, but really, you don't have to give me anything. The sentiment alone makes me happy.'

His response was quicker than expected. 'It's no problem! All those clothes are just collecting dust in boxes anyway. I'd feel much better if someone got to wear them. Now that I think about it, maybe I'll just donate them if you don't find anything you like.'

It was a little daunting, how insistent he was, but... she really could use the clothes. Even if they didn't fit, it would be a chance to hang out with her new friend. Taking advantage of his generosity stung her heart, but she'd have felt even worse to turn him down at that point.

'If you're sure you don't mind, I'd appreciate it. You're too kind, Charlie.'

'Nah, it's all good. :p That's what friends do!'