One Month Later

"...ahh...fucking...Alex!" groaned Kevin, as you rode him for all its worth. Driving your hips up and down harder down his cock, it felt like your lower area was about to melt, since your toes are already numb for pleasure.

"...come on...uhh..." you reply back, holding your hands on his chest for support, as he keeps his own pulling your hips down harder. It has been around a month, since you took X-Change and it has gotten more 'louder' in the apartment.

One stuff that needed to be settled then, was seeing a doctor - to determine, if the oven was baking or not. Luckily, it was easy to find, somebody who wasn't much biased and accepted fake names; acting as the known doctor for unlicensed X-Change users. Good news being, you weren't pregnant. Bad news, was since street X's carried all sorts of bad side-effects, you won the prize of getting, stuck as a girl when you had male cum 'infect' your pussy.

That being, you were stuck as that. While it was possible to use X's again to change back into a male, it was unwise, since overdosing and dual-changing on X's might not have the prettiest results. It was a long week of thinking it through, Kevin more-so, aiding in wanting you to stay a girl permanently. It was a week, of seeing the not-ass side; which was miracle in itself.

When you accepted that, it was a need to change in the DMV - since your gender didn't match your name anymore, and you still wanted to continue your college life. You can honestly admit, that Kevin saved your ass there - since unregistered X's carried large monetary penalties. You also found out, that Kevin had once purchased X-Change's on a drunk dare. You made it a, MAD-secret keeping, since he did allow you to get your identity re-registered. You still kept your usual name, since it was easier that way.

This month, it was then going on it - as the new you and Kevin. Well, it got as interesting, as two horny nineteen years old could make it. Twenty in Kevin' case, as of this month though. It was the same household, Kevin acting like his usual lazy ass, and working only at his work and you trying to study and to keep, the place not smelling like a sewer. Like before.

When you had free-time, then it was a different change - watching movies, and playing video games on controllers, became a more 'closer' experience. It helped, that you both had the same interests - cars, action movies and beer. You also started cooking more often, since as a guy, Kevin called it gay, now he hasn't one lip about your chicken noodle-soup. He also became 'less of an ass', if that was possible in his case - staying more inside than going out, trying to play the cheesy romantic and crawling into your bed often at nights.

You eventually conceeded on his 20th birthday, that he slept with you in the same bed - you took it as simply, an easier way to simple wash, one set of linen in the washing-machine. Albeit often times, you didn't mind the 'goodnights' or 'mornings' - it left you feeling, very satisfied. Like now...

"AHH! AHH!" you moan loudly, feeling your pussy **** his cock again and your fingers scratching his chest, as your lower area shivered under your orgasm. Kevin' roaring reply, having him cum inside you again, for the third time.

"...hmh...you need to trim those claws, baby..." chuckled Kevin, holding your panting form against his chest.

"...go fuck yourself..." you reply, panting heavily, your sweaty hair clinging to his chest and your face.

"Too exhausted for that, you kept going for five in a row..." he replied, kissing you on the lips.

"...didn't see you stop...and you started it," you reply, moaning a little into the kiss.

"You were stressed out. I could see it."

"From having two tests, cooking lunch, cleaning up your dirty clothes and having to study for a quiz tomorrow," you reply, raspberrying him.

"See stressed," replied Kevin, chuckling at you. You merely roll your eyes, once an ass always an ass.

"Hey, hey. I am not at work tomorrow, how about I take you out somewhere?" he asked, stroking your hair.

"...like?" you ask, pushing it. He has a habit, of making you irridated then fixes it with dates, kisses, dinners and fucking. Lots of fucking.

"...fancy dinner in a fancy restaurant?" he offered.

"I don't have anything to wear..." you reply. You might be a girl, but you still haven't graduated to wearing a dress.

"...I got it covered, you in?"

"You make me wear a cocktail dress, and I'll blue-ball you for a week," you reply, before grabbing his pillow and using it to fall asleep on his chest.