emission mission

Anne/Andrew returned home several bags in her hands. She threw them on her bed, her purple and pink comforter now seeming out of place with her new look. She stared in the mirror still unable to believe the boy looking back at her was indeed her. She opened her closet setting her bags inside against the side wall so no one could see them.

She held the dress she bought last week to her chest, it was a soft, flowing, blue dress she had bought for dates. Now she looked like a holding up his sister's dress. She couldn't help but find it ironic that now she looks more like a crossdresser trying to dress like a woman than she did dressing like a boy.

Her phone beeped again and she feared it might be Hector but she was elated to see it was Chris.

[heyboi]

Anne thought for a moment about what to say as she fondled her necklace. {hey handsome} "Why did I say that?" She asked out loud to no one. Chris sent a blushing and an eggplant emoji as a response. "Wai-"

[thnkgodim off]

{haha yeah} Not that Anne knew anything about working woes.

[want to meet up? ;)]

Anne rubbed the necklace nervously, what did she mean meet up? Was she being asked out on a date? Why did part of her hope she was? She liked boys! "Well, chris is a boi, I mean..No!" She didn't realize her thumb was typing while she argued with herself. When she finally did realize, she had sent a heart emoji and the number two.

[GR8! :D Meet me at tinseltown in an hour]

[make sure u wear ur new clothes handsome]

"Oh my god!" Anne was mortified. She had a date with a girl. She wasn't a lesbian! Should she go and explain? Should she just not show up? Should she text her back and cancel? What should she wear? Anne tried on one of the new shirts she had been **** to buy. She sighed, "Too fancy." And threw the fancy dress shirt on her bed. Standing in front of her bedroom mirror, she held up another shirt to her flat chest. "Ugh no." she tossed a shirt on her bed proclaiming it was miller time all the time. "It doesn't matter what I wear, I'm just going to tell her I'm not gay."

An hour later she stood outside the Tinseltown movie theater wearing black jeans and the shirt she had bought from Chris earlier. "Well hello handsome." Chris called as she walked up to Anne. Chris was dressed similarly to Anne in jeans and a dark gray T-shirt that compressed her chest flat. Her hair wasn't as short as Anne's, it was almost too short to be considered a girl's hair length. Chris loved her hair at this length because with a few simple steps she could go from girl to boi. "Ready for the movie?

"Look-"

"I hope you don't mind, I bought the tickets online already. I got a little excited when you said yes."

Anne could swear Chris was blushing, "You did?" Chris smiled, misunderstanding Anne's concern for approbation. "I don't mind." She finally relented, thinking that the poor boi couldn't get her money back and it was only a few hours out of her life.

"Great. I hear it's really good." Chris led Anne into the theater where she paid for Anne's snacks. Although she was used to it, having had boyfriends before, it felt odd having a girl pay for her. Perhaps the oddest part was how no one stared at them. It was almost like no one knew she was really a girl, 'but...shouldn't they?' she thought to herself as Chris helped the masculinized girl to her seat.

Apparently the movie was some sort of action flick she had never even bothered to learn about since such movies were not her interest. She had been to a few with her past boyfriends and spent majority of the time either bored or staring at the shirtless men on screen. This movie however was very compelling for some reason. The hero had to stop a satellite from falling into D.C. at the hands of Russian hackers, of course, this meant flying in a space ship to intercept the falling station where he met the busty and beautiful scientist who lived on the station. Anne's necklace pulsated against her chest as the woman took off her skin tight uniform and made **** mad love to the handsome hero in a flashback.

Anne snuck a peak at Chris' chest, wondering what she was packing under her shirt. She probably wasn't as big as the leading lady since she was so flat now. Of course, she was flat as a board now, but underneath she was at packing C's. Anne decided she must be at least as big as her underneath her shirt. "Andy." Chris whispered.

"Wha?" Anne whispered back.

"You want something?" The boi teased, knowing full well what Anne wanted.

"I..." Anne knew what Chris must be thinking, Anne was clearly staring at her with lust in her eyes. Before Anne knew what she was doing, she leaned in to the boyish girl close enough to smell her. She smelled nothing like she expected a girl to smell, no flowers or beach scented soap. "Of course." She whispered to herself. What else would a boi on a date smell like. Teak wood. It was somehow masculine and not at the same time, just like Chris.

Chris completed the distance and felt Anne's painted lips against hers. She liked that Andy still held on to her femininity for now. She was just a baby boi now, but who knew how far she'd go. Their popcorn crashed against the floor as Andy pulled Chris into her lips practically lifting her out of the seat.

'Oh god, what am I doing?!' Anne's mind screamed as her hand moved on their own. She groped and pawed at Chris's body, squeezing her firm buttocks as the boi leaned forward. Their lips never parted as Chris moved and sat on Anne's lap. She road the confused girl as Chris' hands explored her body. They knew what Chris wanted and they'd stop at nothing to get at it. While Anne's hands slid under Chris' shirt, Chris' hands worked at Anne's pant's button. Anne felt Chris's compressed breasts in her hands, she was sure Chris had to be bigger than her. Anne broke the kiss for a moment to gasp, Chris's hands had found their way into her pants and touched the crest of her pussy. No girl had ever touched her there before! Anne resumed making out with Chris now wanting ****. Anne's hands released her breasts and attacked Chris' belt buckle with determination and desire.

That's when Anne felt it.