Mark my soul

Jordan sat at the Steinway once more in the beacon theater playing a soft melody when he suddenly stopped and noticed his nails were painted a dark shade or red that matched the soft top he now wore. Hastily kicked to the edge of the stage were his black heels with the red soles. Why was he dressed like this? And why did he care that they matched his skirt...why was he wearing a skirt?! Why was his waist even slimmer than before? "Why'd you stop?" A familiar voice called from under the piano.

Jodie crawled out from under the piano and stretched her nude body without a care for who might see. "You….you're uh...Jodie. Right?" Not that she had anything to hide, he thought. Jodie was a beautiful woman, large breasts, and an inviting pussy that immediately gave him a hard on.

She smiled, "She remembers me."

"Wait what?" Suddenly he heard further stirring as Eric shifted underneath the piano. How he knew it was Eric he was afraid to dwell on.

"Shhh. Don't wake fuzzy bear. Not yet anyway."

Jordan swallowed nervously, "Looks like you made a decision."

Jodie smiled, sliding up onto the piano suddenly dressed like Jessica Rabbit, "Yes we did."

"We?"

Jodie writhed in ecstasy atop the piano. "C'mere." Her smile never left her face as she rolled onto her side displaying her large breasts to Jordan as he leaned closer to the beautiful girl.Suddenly she pulled him in close and kissed his lips.

Eric broke their kiss first as he lowered Jodie to her feet. "Can I tell you something? I love you." He whispered.

"I heard" she whispered back, "Can I tell you something?" Jodie took her time breathing him in, "I love you too." She smiled, every time she said it it only felt better.

Jordan pushed himself away from Jodie stumbling over the piano bench. "The hell was that?!"

"C'mon, we're not that dumb."

"Stop saying that. There is no we!"

Jodie suddenly stood over Jordan, looking every bit the imposing giant she was, "Then why are you wearing my clothes?"

Jordan examined himself and sure enough he wore the same red dress that Jodie wore, of course she filled it out much better than he did. "I don't know but it's not because of that!"

Jodie pulled Jordan to his heels, "You didn't like kissing Eric?"

"He's my best friend!"

"That's not what I asked." She ran her hand through his long black hair, red highlight glinting under the stage lights.

"I'm not gay." He eventually whispered.

"Neither am I." She kissed Jordan again.

Jodie ran her hands under Eric's jacket, enjoying the feeling of his muscles strained underneath the suit. Jodie felt amazing to allow herself this freedom, as though she had been carrying a heavy chain and she was suddenly free. She was in love with a handsome and sweet boy. Nothing else mattered as she removed his coat. "This is new." She enjoyed the burgundy vest he wore.

"Thanks. Lauren helped me pick it out."

"We'll have to find more reasons to dress up then."

"How about, for now, we go home?"

"Absolutely." They kissed again while Jodie worked her hands at unbuckling Eric's belt.

"Because it would be so very wrong to do what I'm thinking of out in the open like this."

"Right, someone might catch us." Eric's belt joined his jacket across the stage. "It would be so, so…" she smirked as she slipped her hands under his shirt.

Jordan pulled away, "Stop doing that!" He begged.

"No." Jordan looked at his apparent other half in shock. "You have been in charge long enough and what did it bring us?"

"I kept us alive!"

Jodie laughed, "Some life you gave us."

"Better than the alternative."

Jodie climbed off of the piano and wrapped her arms around Jordan, "I know you did what you thought we needed to survive. And I don't blame you. But it's time we tried something new."

Jordan stood still as the girl held him closely, "Being a girl?"

"Being happy. Not being afraid anymore. Mom and dad never let us explore anything, and so we never lived. Here." She took Jordan's hand and placed it over her heart, "Do you feel that?" He nodded, "That's love. Real love like people sing about, like we sang about. Don't you feel it for Eric?"

"We're not sup-"

"No. We're supposed to be happy. So forget what anyone said about supposed to, do you love Eric?"

A smile broke across Jordan's face, "I do but-"

"No butts. Unless it's mine." Jodie laughed, placing Jordan's hands on her ass. Jodie softly caressed Jordan's face and ran her hand through his lengthening hair. "We love him, nothing else matters."

Jordan slowly leaned in to kiss Jodie, to give in completely to emotion, but millimeters from her lips he stopped, too many questions flooded his mind, would he be losing himself? Or becoming himself? What did Jodie mean? When this was over and she was gone would Eric still love him or….her? Who would they be?

Jodie wrapped her arm around Eric's neck kissing him passionately while he slid his cock into her. "Gah!" Jodie gasped, bracing herself on the piano top with her free arm. "Eric!" She whispered breathlessly, "you're-you're-ah fuck!" Her voice echoed through the theater. She wasn't sure if it was the thrill of doing it on a public stage or her naked honesty about her feelings. Maybe it was the fact she knew she was loved, faults and all, and she loved him just as much.

Eric had always considered himself rather conservative when it came to sex when compared with his male peers who bragged about mile high clubs, and kinky sexual escapades but he could admit why it gave his friends, and Jodie, such a thrill to break free of the normal bedroom routine. Jodie's beautiful nails clawing into his shoulder was electrifying. He couldn't resist whatever animal urge she awakened inside of him and bit her neck. Not enough to cause any damage but enough that tomorrow all would see his mark and know she was his. That thought spurred him on harder. She was his. He was hers. And they had both left their marks. They stared into each other's eyes while love and unbridled carnal lust intertwined like their bodies. The brief thoughts about being caught or seen by anyone were long gone. There was only Jodie. There was only Eric. and the only sounds besides their impassioned grunts and moans of pleasure were the sounds of brass wheels scraping against hardwood with every thrust Eric plunged into Jodie until finally Jodie threw her arms and legs around Eric. Her orgasmic cry echoed off of the acousticlly perfect walls. But Eric was not through with her. He pulled out only long enough to pull her on to the floor under the piano with him before he once again pulled her hips into his and reinserted his cock inside of her.

Unknown to either of them at the time was why this sex session of theirs was better than any other. This was not Eric's first time, nor Jodie's, but for both of them it was the first time they were with someone they could simply be themselves without fear of scorn or judgement. Their bodies recognized this in the other and had reacted the only way they knew how.

Now Jodie slept peacefully atop her fuzzy bear underneath their own clothes used as blankets without a care in the world. She was unaware of the mental and emotional shift that occured while she slept atop her love. With every day becoming Jordan again was slowly becoming a faint memory in her mind.