Sunday mornin comin down

Jodie woke up with a splitting headache. He wanted nothing more than to hide away from the blinding light of the sun and the weird and erotic dreams he had all night. Rolling over he threw his leg over the warm body next to him. The warmth doing nothing to drive away his morning erection as he slowly ground himself into Eric's leg. 'Fuck!' Jodie snapped as he immediately remembered who he was grinding on last night, and who he was grinding now. His stomach tied in knots as last night hazy fog lifted even more. He let them dye his hair, he danced with men, and worst of all he...he...Jodie tore himself from Eric and ran into their bathroom.

In the mirror, Jodie examined the aftermath of last night. Hoping beyond hope that the worst parts of it were a dream, or nightmare. His makeup was smeared, his nipples stood erect against the cold environment of the apartment…and worst of all, removing his corset he found his panties stained with cum. On the outside. Jodie quickly understood there was only one way that would have happened.

Eric woke a few minutes later to the sounds of Jodie's distress and immediately went to help his friend. Jodie was too weak and distracted to object to Eric holding his now red hair. Once he was finished Eric sat him on the edge of the sink while he left to retrieve a glass of water for his sick friend.

Neither of them spoke to the other for the longest time. Eric feared his friend would be mad and hate him for not stopping his drunken actions last night. Jodie fearing his friend would think he was gay and would hate him for what he had done.

Eric left to get started on breakfast while Jodie showered in silence. Jodie wanted things to go back to normal but how could they now? They had crossed a threshold in his mind. Friends... straight friends, don't do that sort of thing and now that they had... would he lose his best friend? Eric obviously found it too awkward and weird to even speak to him anymore. The more he thought about his friend and last night the harder it became to block out the memory of their kiss. Had he ever been kissed like that before?! Why did the best kiss of his life have to be with him? 'He must hate me now.'

Eric finished the biscuits and gravy with a side of bacon as he did every morning and sat their plates at their usual seats. 'Jodie hates me.' Why did he not stop him? He was no doubt stronger even when Jodie was sober but he didn't stop him. Worse, he thought, he didn't want Jodie to stop. The smile, the dress, the hair, that reminded him so much of his first crush as a young boy, Ariel. He just wanted a release but now he lost his friend because he was stupid and horny.

When Jodie came out he was wearing a simple robe and his hair wrapped in its own towel. Jodie sat in his usual chair, smoothing out the robe as he did so many times before this week and crossed his legs underneath the table. Eric tried hard to ignore the fact that his male friend was so feminine even without all the usual trappings. Neither one of them would look at the other.

Soon their silence was broken by a knock at the door. Eric hurried to answer it looking for any excuse to be free of the painful awkwardness. "There you are!" Lauren laughed, "I tried three other doors before I found you. You have some really rude neighbors by the way." Lauren brushed passed he older brother.

"Are you still drunk?"

"Maybe a little. Don't worry I didn't drive. I had a friend drop me off." Lauren dropped into a seat beside Jodie and stole a piece of bacon. "So where'd you two disappear to?" She teased Jodie.

"I could ask you the same thing." Jodie responded trying to signal he didn't want to talk about it.

"Oh, you know where I went. I came back and you two were gone. Tiffany was off with some guy. I don't really know what happened to Janet either."

"Why didn't you just come home then?" Eric said, pushing a plate of biscuits to her and immediately shifting into older brother mode. He was no stranger to taking care of Lauren with their mom being a single parent who often worked late shifts just to put food on the table.

Lauren smirked and ladled out some gravy. "I didn't want to put a damper on your night." She winked not so subtly to Jodie who turned away and ate his own bacon. "Don't worry, I found something to keep me busy."

"Where were you all night? Who's this friend? What hap-" Eric stopped when he felt a swift kick to his shin from Jodie judging by the 'come on bro' look on his face. "Oh...ugh. I'm going to take a very long shower."

Lauren laughed at her retreating brother. Lauren stood and got herself some orange juice and sat at the opposite side of the table from Jodie sliding her plate under her. "So, you two must've been pretty eager to get back to your empty apartment."

"I guess." Jodie blushed. Part of Lauren wanted to respect her friend's privacy but after speaking with Tiffany yesterday and seeing her last night she knew the girl was anything but private. She just needed a push to know it was okay.

"Come on, girl. I know the look in someone's eyes of someone who's just gotten some."

"I don't have that look!" Jodie snapped too sharply.

"I know. But my brother did." Jodie blushed and turned away. "Don't tell me. He got his and went right to sleep?"

"No!" Jodie sighed, realizing the only way to end this was to tell the truth. Or at least partially. "I...just wanted to make him feel good. I know it's been difficult for him...with me being out of work and fighting...but he stuck by me so I wanted to...show my gratitude."

Lauren pinched her nose as she mulled Jodie's words over in her mind. "Well, just make sure you're satisfied too. Nothing ruins a relationship faster than a dull sex life."

"We don't have s-a dull sex life." Jodie quickly caught himself as far as Lauren knew and believed they did have a sex life. Lauren's phone rang and Jodie took the opportunity to get dressed for the day while she answered the call

In their shared room, Jodie slipped on his panties...they were truly his now, no one had worn them before he did. The thought felt strange to him but he continued to get dressed now having **** but to wear some form of female clothes. He chose simple ripped jeans and a blue t-shirt bra to match his blue thong. Replacing the corset was trickier than he thought. Jodie was struggling to pull it tighter when he heard the bathroom door opening. "E-eric?"

Eric stood behind Jodie and tried not to notice the whale tail his friend now sported. "Yeah?" He swallowed hard.

"C-can you help me?" Jodie hated this. Would talking to him always be awkward now? "This needs to be tighter."

"Sure." Eric took hold of the strings and pulled them tighter. With each outward breath Jodie's waist got smaller and smaller until he had perfect feminine curves. Once the corset was tied tightly, trapping Jodie, Eric couldn't help but stare at his friend's perfect ass.

"Thank you." Jodie's words came out breathy and unintentionally seductive. He took one step to the dresser and his knees suddenly sent weak. Quickly Eric caught his friend, one arm around his waist and the other around his chest. The pressure against Jodie's mysteriously sensitive nipples sending strange ripples of pleasure through his body. Eric stood Jodie back up completely missing Jodie biting his lip in an odd sense of arousal.

"Maybe that's a little too tight." Eric slowly untied the strings taking every opportunity to place a hand on Jodie's hip or bare shoulder. A couple of minutes later the corset was tied once again, making sure to allow movement and air for Jodie.

This time Jodie turned to face his friend. Swallowing hard he spoke softly, "Th-thank you." Jodie admitted, to himself at least, Eric was very handsome and any girl would be lucky to have him. 'Shame he's stuck with me.'

"Any time." A soft smile eased across his face. Jodie was easily the most beautiful girl he has dated and yet she...he wasn't even a girl. Not for real. "I...like your hair." He pushed a strand out of Jodie's face.

"Thank you." Jodie blushed. Be knew he shouldn't care what another guy thought of his hair, and yet...it made him smile knowing all the pain and **** was worth it somehow. Jodie bit his lip once again as he thought back to their passionate kiss last night. It had been so long since someone had kissed him like that. 'If it was a girl' he told himself, 'it would've been hot.'

Jodie only now realized Eric still has his hands on his waist. He should move them...he should punch him...he should walk away. Instead, Eric placed his forehead against the shorter Jodie's forehead. "Jodie...there's something I need to tell you." He knew he had to tell his friend what happened on their date. Even if he lost his friend, he knew he deserved to know the truth. They had done much more than last night.

"Eric...I don't think I want to know."

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Lauren yelled.