like sand through the hour glass

You spent the next couple of days in a fog, you went to classes which you could hardly concentrate on no matter how hard you tried. It seemed like during every class your mind would wander to brian, during your econ class you imagined him out on the field again thoroughly dominating the other team with his impressive skill while you cheered him on, as a cheerleader. You were looking decidedly more feminine in your imagination, you even had breasts real breasts of your very own that bounced with you as you jumped up and down shaking your pom-poms.

After he won the game you were suddenly back in his room, only it seemed much bigger than before. Brian threw you onto his bed your cheer skirt flipping up revealing your purple panties. You bit your lip as he removed his jersey exposing his muscular chest once more. You sat up knowing what he wanted, what every guy always wanted, you unlaced his football pants and pulled them down revealing his thick cock to you. "Oh my god," you whispered feeling your mouth salivating. You looked into his eyes as you took his thick cock into your hand feeling it's warmth in your hands and kissed its mushroom head. You licked his lengthening cock up and down his shaft swirling your tongue over his head. Finally taking his head into your mouth you **** as much of it down your throat as you could. You bobbed your head up and down on his cock filling the room with slurping and his moans. He put his hand on the back of your head pulling you further down his shaft until you managed to take the entire length of it. You bobbed back and forth while your hands busied themselves squeezing his magnificent ass for several minutes until you felt his cock twitch and he moans loudly.

"Oh god Doe I'm gonna-" the warning came too late as he erupted inside your mouth filling it with a sweet and sticky tasting substance.

Back in class, you swallowed hard when the bell rang and you realized you had not heard a single thing being said the entire time until the teacher dismissed you. You felt like you were back in junior high as you used your books to hide your erection. The rest of the day's classes repeated pretty much the same. You hoped when you and Brian finally do make love that you would be able to concentrate better. You realized you were fantasizing about having sex with a guy not even as a guy but as a girl about halfway back to the frat. Was this something you wanted or was it just kind of thrust upon you? You certainly felt calmer today, not feeling on the verge of a breakdown at your confusion. You wanted to know, to understand what the hell was going on with you. Maybe it would be easier if you didn't have the added confusion of Brian, but the thought of being without him made you feel like a vicious snowman reached into your chest and crushed your heart.

You managed to make it back to the frat without incident and found the boys watching television. You decided to join them, something you rarely did and watched as two sweaty men punched each other in the face repeatedly. You had no clue who was who, but the gentleman in the red shorts won by picking the gentleman in the green shorts up and doing something the commentator called a "suplex". The result ended the fight as he was unable to defend a quick succession of punches. Apparently there was another fight, this time between two women. The guys were hooting and hollering which one they would like to "do" and how. Pfft, boys, you thought to yourself barely registering the fact you did not include yourself among them. Would Brian act this way? You did find one of the female fighters rather beautiful, even in a sports bra she was really "ample". You wished you had a reason to need a sports bra.

Halfway through the fight, Brian came home and it took all your willpower to not run over and kiss him at the door. Instead, you grunted out "Hey." as he sat down next to you on the couch. He smiled down at you and ran his pinky finger along the back of your hand briefly. All throughout the fight, you wanted to lay your head on his shoulder or to ask him how was work. But you knew the guys would definitely notice that and he certainly wouldn't be able to hear you over the guys shouting. The fight eventually ended and you found you did enjoy watching it somewhat, certainly more than watching two men pound on each other. Though you thought that had certain elements you could enjoy, like two sweaty men rolling on the ground. You shook your head, you loved Brian and he was sexy but you weren't gay! Were you? A girl liking two half-naked men rolling around wasn't gay but was that you? Thinking of yourself as gay didn't feel accurate. This was all so confusing, you wanted to talk to someone but who? You could talk to Brian about anything before but now you worried he'd think you were crazy. What if it scared him off? As far as you knew he wasn't gay either. You had heard the other guys talk about the women they "scored with" but not Brian. You had assumed it was because he was a gentleman who didn't kiss and tell, he certainly didn't tell the others about you, or the girl they thought you were. What if he was gay though? What if he was gay and you were a girl, would you two still be together?

The other brothers had started drinking and you decided that was your cue to leave knowing that if you got drunk you would not be able to hold your tongue. In your room, you had a flat-screen television with internet access. You scoured Netflix for an old movie, finally landing on funny face a movie about a simple book store clerk who becomes a model.

You always loved how elegant Audrey Hepburn was. About the time of her first song, your phone bleeped, alerting you to a text message. It was a text and a link from Karen, she must have gotten your number from your store card application. Her text read, [Hey girl thought you might like to see this.]. Clicking on the link opened a window to the store's website, there were pictures of several women ranging from as young as ten to as old as seventy all wearing beautifully done makeup. You were confused as the faces continued to change until you realized the reason for the text. Your face was on their website. The background had been edited out but there you were smiling back at yourself for all the world to see. After several minutes of just staring

[Can we talk?] you finally asked.

[Sure babe] she quickly responded [In person?] she added.

[somewhere private?] you asked.

[Sure, meet me at the coffee shop in the mall] you grabbed your bag and stuffed your sweater from the game inside it. Sneaking out proved easy enough, the bros were distracted by their drinking game and Brian was playing a video game on the tv. He didn't notice you leaving, too busy killing some alien. You couldn't blame him, aliens were distracting and needed killing.