Tiffany of course!

Might as well go with the most logical of choices. I click on Tiffany’s link and wait patiently for the call to connect. I’m not even sure what I will say, but the wheels have already been set in motion.

“CRYSTAL!” The shrill voice on the other end sounds so energetic. Before I can even say hello, Tiffany has started on her usual bubbly command of the conversation . “I’m so glad you called! Are you back from school? We totally need to hook up! I’ve got so much to tell you about. Can you, like, come over right now? My parents are gone for a couple days, and I got the house to myself! We can have so much fun together, catching up! … Oh silly me, I’ve been blabbering like always. Just can’t help myself. How are you doing? Is there anything wrong, or was this a social call?”

Thank god, she had to stop and take a breath. I’m not sure if I can get a word in edgewise. Time to take advantage of the opening she has granted me.

“Hey Tiff! No! I’d love to come over if it’s not too much of an inconvenience. Are you sure it’s okay?” I already know the answer but felt obliged to ask.

Within a few minutes, I had gathered up my stuff and hoist my little purse over my shoulder. I could easily drive to her place, but I feel like I need some time to process the myriad of information floating around my brain. History and reality continues to merge, reframing memories while obliterating my male past. I know I’m slowly losing control, a certain part of my psyche wanting to embrace this madness, and at the very least, explore, what it’s like to be a female. The fear is, who will I become at the end of this ordeal. What will my wish be, when I finally get my hands on that stone? Do I really want to return to my nerdy male form?

Walking in a blank stupor, I continue past several blocks, passing a multitude of male counterparts that I could endear towards my cause. There’s a road crew resurfacing the side streets, as well as a construction crew erecting a new garage attachment to a nearby house. There are boys and men alike, mowing the grass, or tending to some outdoor activity. There are even a handful of tall men playing basketball around a hoop perched in a driveway. If I had been paying attention, I might have heard some of the appreciative whistles, and comments made by the lot. Well it’s nice to know where to look for potential targets if the need arises.

Finally arriving in front of Tiffany’s house, I feel myself eagerly walking up to the entrance, my heart seemingly thumping faster, for some unknown reason. I ring the bell and teeter from one foot to the other, waiting impatiently for Tiffany to answer. To my relief, she quickly opens the door and greets me with the widest smile and radiant blue eyes. Her long blonde hair hangs in luscious waves, dangling over her generously endowed breasts. “Heya bestie,” she blurts out as she swings open the door. “Come on in!”

Tiffany spins on her heels and leads the way down the foyer and into the spacious living room. I can’t keep from staring at the curvaceous ass that sways invitingly as she moves across the room and plops onto the L-shaped sofa. “Come on and join me,” she pants as she pats an open area next to her. “We got so much to catch up on!”

My mind is spinning! It’s like we’ve been best friends forever, yet, Tiffany was always way out of my league … as a man. And as I stare at her, I can’t help but to focus on the tantalizing mounds of flesh, threatening to pop out of the skimpy camisole she’s wearing, or the long, smooth, athletic legs extending beyond the booty shorts. The confusion is compounding as I struggle with being a woman while dealing with fading memories of a male past. I shouldn’t have come here. I’m not ready for this mindfuck yet. And yet, my feet move onwards, towards the sofa. I turn and plop my butt down on the spot offered by Tiffany, our bodies touching each other, shoulder to shoulder. She gently places her hand on my knee.

“It’s so good to see you. We’ve got so much to catch up on. I want to hear all about this past year at the Uni, and then I can tell you all about my experiences.” Tiffany seems genuinely interested, but I can’t explain anything in detail, just vague references, since everything has changed so recently … or has it?

While I supply a very vague and brief synopsis of what I envisioned my past year as being and realizing how boring I really was, Tiffany had meandered to the bar and mixed up a pitcher of vodka and cranberry. Before I finish and before desperation and depression set in, I am already nursing my second glass.

“So tell me! Are you still seeing that dweeb Roland, or have you moved on and gone boy crazy yet?” Tiffany’s eyes had a sparkling glint of real interest, her question catching me totally off guard. Me and Roland? Me? Boy crazy? I choked a little on the drink. Before I could stumble an affable reply, Tiffany continued on, cozying up closer so that our bodies were again touching. “I figured you’d have moved on by now. He’s just not your type, you know. I’m sure he’s a good friend and all. But we girls need more than just a friend!”

Suddenly, Tiffany has twisted and changed positions so that she is now straddling me, the pillowy cushions of her breasts pressing into my back, the heat from her voice, caressing the skin on my neck. Her hands are running through my hair, combing through the long tresses as she continues to speak. “I’ve been waiting for you to blossom. I figured you’d see a whole new world of opportunities at Uni, and finally move on to better … AND BIGGER! So tell me! Any juicy stories?”

I can feel the heat rising along my neck. I’m sure Tiffany can see the color changing as the heat rises, my ears burning with shame as the glory hole incident replays in my mind. The fact that Tiffany’s hands are delicately weaving their way through my hair fingertips dancing on my scalp and neck, doesn’t help matters any.

Tiffany pauses long enough, waiting for some kind of a response, forcing me to offer a little tidbit. “Well … Roland and I are kinda together, but I am … uh … Well, he’s staying at Uni for the summer and I’m here. So …”. I nervously down the rest of my drink and fill a third glass to calm my nerves. “I kinda need your help.”

“OH GIRL!” Tiffany’s squeal echoes throughout the entire house. “We’re gonna have so much fun this summer! You’re gonna be swimming in dick by the time you go back to school!” The giggle in Tiffany’s voice is infectious, yet difficult to determine if she is serious or not. Before I know what’s happening, Tiffany is weaving strands of my hair, pulling it into a tight braid as she rambles on. This feels so natural, as if we’ve done this a million times. It feels good to have my hair in a tight braid.

“My parents are gonna be away most of the summer, so I’ve already began lining up pool parties and such. You can come over any time and I’ll hook you up with different guys so you’ve got something to compare.” Tiffany secures the braid and tugs gently.

“So? Do you want to hear about my year at college?” There was a teasing invitation that is hard to resist.