I wished I'd given myself more willpower. (Canon)

Chapter 8: "The Date"

Kat rolled up in her mom's cruiser. Not sure if I mentioned that earlier; Kat's mom worked at the local PD. She was good friends with the local sheriff, and I'm pretty sure Kat had begged her to leverage that friendship to give her mom the night off. Either way, she looked completely out of place in that car. White and black panels, red and blue lights on top, and a purple haired punk in the driver's seat.

It was perfect. And it did nothing to quell my guilt.

I'd done myself up the hard way, no magic. My decade old blow dryer was still up to the task. I'd chosen a new dress, dark and strappy. I carried my usual bag, fake leather and brass studs in the strap. Kat wore hi-tops and jeans, paired with a blouse that fit her extremely well. She'd bought it the other day at the mall at my recommendation. I was happy to see how well it fit her. She got out of the driver's seat, walking up to where I sat on my porch, beaming down at me.

"Cassie." My heart jumped up in my throat, entirely to my surprise. I liked hearing her say my name.

"Hey Katie Kat." She extended a hand, and I accepted. Kat was stronger than she looked, pulling me up without much effort. She smelled like lavender. "Where are we going?"

"That's a surprise," she smirked at me. One arm wrapped around mine, and we headed towards the cruiser together.

"You know what better not be a surprise?" My dad's booming voice made me duck. We turned to see him standing in the garage, the overhead door wide. I hadn't heard him come out. "I better not be surprised when you get her home, young lady." I swore I could hear Kat gulp. He addressed me. "I negotiated an eleven-o-clock curfew for you, against your mom's wishes."

"I appreciate it, dad."

"Yeah, you better." He lifted one side of his mouth in a grin. "Have fun, Cassie."

Kat held my door open for me before getting in on her side. She reached into the armrest console, and pulled out a brightly colored bit of cardstock. On the front was an image of a jungle, populated by various animals. Monkeys were my favorite. I opened it, but there was nothing written inside.

"What is this?" I asked. She put the car in reverse, and laid her arm across the back of my seat to look behind us as she pulled out. "I don't understand."

"It's a clue." She gave me a sly grin, unwilling to divulge anything further. I tightened my seatbelt, settling into my seat. I felt my lower tongue slide around a bit as I shifted my ass. I'd been sure to smother it with my panties, hoping I wouldn't soak through them. I didn't want to objectify my potential-girlfriend, so I resisted the urge to pore over her outfit for signs of a different anatomy. I had a hard time not thinking about my own lick, let alone the possibility of someone else's.

God, but isn't that weird? How I've just started calling it that? I know I changed my memories, or reality or whatever, but the longer I sat with this thing pressed up against my cunt, the more normal it seemed. I wondered if that was how everyone else felt, or if someone out there remembered a previous version of their life too, just as freaked out as me. My lick was mine, as private and erotic as the rest of my pussy, and it had always been there. I definitely had the physical memory of not having it, but now the idea of having an empty hole was strange.

I'd gathered enough courage to inspect it a bit more in the shower, and I realized it was attached in more than one place. It had a sheath, and it felt to me like how Sam's had looked, but it was further inside my vaginal canal, situated right behind my cervix, two openings right next to each other. My lick was also attached by a thick membrane connected to the rear wall of my pussy, which meant that I could push it out pretty far, but it wouldn't fall out. I also realized that when it was fully unsheathed and erect, it filled the entrance to my cunt so much, I couldn't even get my fingers in. The only way to put anything inside me now was to keep it halfway sheathed, otherwise it was just too wide.

Kat had turned up the music as we drove, a janky radio barely pulling a signal of pop hits. She stole glances at me whenever we reached a stoplight, and I couldn't help but flutter a bit each time. I ignored the double throbbing inside myself, looking back at the card in my lap. The rainforest motif didn't ring any bells for me.

"What are you planning?" I asked her. She looked at me a bit longer this time, smirking. Throb throb. The tip of my tongue slid back and forth over my clit and I had to consciously tell it to stop before I risked an audible moan.

"I'm not telling. And what's with your voice?"

"What do you mean?" I could tell my voice was deeper, the sultry tone it had been with Sam.

"You only sound like that when you're talking about screwing a boy." I searched my memories for an explanation on this one, but came up empty. Was it another bodily change I'd made without realizing? My voice getting deeper when I was aroused? "I mean..." I caught a glimpse of her blush as we passed a streetlight, illuminating her cheekbones in the dim of the car. "I'm flattered."

Fuck. It did mean that. It totally did. It was like having a boner, a bulge in your pants that everyone could see, except me having a sexy voice directly meant I wanted sexy time. I stammered as I tried to think of something to save me from embarrassment.

"I'm sorry," I intentionally pitched up my voice. "I, uh. I've just been thinking about this date all day."

"You've been thinking about me?" Uh oh. There was the guilt again. "You know you don't have to hide your low register from me. I've heard you talk about sex plenty of times."

"I suppose that's been... kind of hard for you." She nodded slightly. "Me talking about being with tons of people and you sitting right on the sideline."

"I mean. I did sort of pine for a long time. But I just accepted that we were better as friends. And I was thankful that my voice was already deep, so you didn't hear it when I couldn't stand being around someone as attractive as you." I felt strangely cheated out of the experience. She brushed a strand of purple hair past her brow, making a turn off the highway.

"You don't have to hide your voice from me either," I said. "If you don't want." The throbbing was untenable. I breathed out silently as I let my lick out of me a few inches, feeling it strain against my black panties. I needed to get off this subject or find somewhere to relieve myself. "I'd rather you didn't hide anything about yourself." Goddamn my mouth. My unintended double meaning went over Kat's head, thankfully.

"Isn't that what going on a date is about?" She asked me, shooting a smile my way. "Getting to know you better?" I wondered what the history of our friendship might have been for this new version of us. I felt myself sitting forward as the car rolled to a stop. "We're here."

Kat undid her seatbelt, hopping up out of the driver's seat. As she walked around the car to open my door - what a sweetheart, though - I stole a few seconds of privacy, reaching down to my crotch to straighten out my panties. I smoothed them out, letting my lick out around the side and giving it a stroke with my finger, letting myself shudder in pleasure. Kat opened my door, and I looked up at her freckled face as she held out her hand for me, returning her smile. I had been too horny to notice where we'd arrived.

The local movie theatre was one of our favorite hangouts once upon a time. I stared up at the yellow lights that surrounded the names of whatever was playing now. The smile on my face must not have been big enough, because I heard Kat's voice, unsure of herself. "Do you like it?"

"Kat!" I leaned up against her, wrapping my arm around hers. "This is great! Ohmigosh!" The creases around her eyes deepened as she looked down at me, and I felt the biggest throb so far. "Ungh!" That moan got out.

"Are you okay?" she asked. I felt my throat constrict ever so slightly, in tandem with my sheath filling up with arousal.

"I'm good!" My voice was positively husky now, almost in Kat's range. "What are we seeing?"

Kat raised one eyebrow at me. "Are you going to be okay to watch the movie?" She spoke in a hushed tone. I nodded, afraid to open my mouth again. "Do you want me to do the talking?" She was teasing me. I smacked her arm softly, but nodded again.

"Please." Jesus, I'd almost dropped an octave.

"I really am flattered, Cassie." She said, her own voice dropping a bit. I couldn't tell if it was just her relaxing or if she was getting horny too. Maybe a bit of both. "Do you want popcorn?"

"Mmhmm." My throat rumbled.

"Soda?"

"Please and thank you."

We started walking across the parking lot towards the steps. Our hands at our sides, swinging near each other just a little closer each time. Obviously on purpose. I reached out and clasped her fingers, feeling the warmth of her hand in mine. I felt her flinch just a bit.

"Should I not hold your hand?" I asked. She shook her head, but hesitated. "What is it?" Our pace slowed as she worked through her thoughts.

"I'm trans, Cassie."

"Yeah, so?"

"In case you've forgotten, we live in Texas. You're famously not gay. But holding my hand could make you a target if there's some asshole who thinks they know better." I felt my cheeks flush with indignation, and grasped her hand that much tighter.

"You know I'll fistfight anyone for you." She smiled.

"You're so cute when you're self righteous." I scrunched up my nose despite my grin. I leaned up on my tiptoes, straining to reach her cheek with my lips. My mind was enamored with the concept of making out with her right now, but I could settle for a peck on the cheek. As I planted a cute little smooch on her face, she recoiled. I stopped short, startled. "Holy fuck, Cassie!" she hissed.

"I'm sorry!" I said instinctively. Her eyes were wide, looking around for anyone that might have seen us. "What did I do?"

"I didn't think you were that horny, fuck." I didn't understand. I was really tired of not understanding.

"What did you think I was going to do?"

"I thought you were going to lick me." That word made me perk up between the legs.

"Do you want me to?" Wait. What? The fuck? That wasn't what I meant to say. I meant to say 'why would that be a bad thing?'

"I mean..." She rubbed the back of her neck, ruffling the violet colored roots of her hair. "Of course I'd like that. But we can't do that in public." I stepped forward, gingerly, retaking her arm. I felt my breasts press up against her. She noticed. Why was I coming on so strong?

"I need you to explain it to me like I've never done it before." She turned her head slightly, making a connection that I didn't.

"You've never kissed anyone before?"

Of course I had. Hadn't I? That was pretty vanilla. But this was a new history. A new version of my life, where things could just become taboo out of nowhere. Why hadn't I kissed anyone?

"When you say kissing, what exactly do you mean?" I watched as she considered what to say. She looked around again, and seeing no one, turned back to me with an awkward smile.

"You know." I waited for clarification that wasn't going to come. She sighed, and let go of my hand. Reaching in with a couple fingers, she pulled one corner of her mouth to the side, revealing her teeth and gums. Beyond those were her tongues.

Her upper ones.