Chapter 3

It had been a week since that fateful night Song’s backdoor was deflowered. He sat on a bench next to Emery, the two sharing their lunch break. Song’s mind drifted to a few days before when Emmanuel, once again driving Song’s car, took him to a little French bistro downtown. This time was more enjoyable for the feminized boy, his mind not trapped in a cycle of anxiety over impending sex acts. It was only when Song thought it was cute when Emmanuel tried and failed to order in French, an attempt at impressing his girlfriend, that he remembered how much he was supposed to hate his date.

‘Stupid charming Brooks, and his stupid charming smile.’ Song thought, wishing a baseball would come crashing through the restaurant window, and destroy the boy’s stupid handsome face.

Blowjobs were no longer an issue, and while not an activity he wanted to participate in with another male, they had become normalized. The physical activity became an almost daily occurrence since Bianca announced the contest, losing their menacing aura, and becoming par for the course. That next day, Song called Emery and the two had a long discussion about their shared boyfriend. Both agreed that it absolutely wasn’t fair for the boy to essentially get off scot free when they were expected to rearrange so much of their lives, and even their sexuality before their punishment ended. Agreeing to a pact, it was decided that they’d each give him a blowjob every other day, and therefore the so-called winner of the crazy redhead’s contest would alternate each week. The real benefit of the arrangement was neither of them incurring any penalty from the devious woman.

Bianca wasn’t lying when she offered prizes, and sure enough, every week something would be chosen from the pile. A certificate for store credit at The Hanger, buy one get one from a shoe store, and even a discount coupon for any beauty treatment at Rim, actually a sizable amount stacked with their employee discount. This week Song would be the winner, and his prize was tossed in his ornate white nightstand to be ignored.

Staring into his vanity mirror, Song leaned a little closer to make sure his makeup was immaculate when his perfect red lips triggered a memory of another pair of lips around the nipple of his temporary breasts. He remembered Emmanuel kissing him goodnight before bolting for the bus stop when the sound of his mother’s voice warned she was about to open the door. It brought a smile to Song’s face for just a moment, only to be replaced with a far off stare, as he kicked himself, thinking, ‘I gotta nip this boyfriend shit in the bud. I’m actually starting to crave his attention, just like my mother. What the hell is happening to me?’

“Earth to Song.” Emery said, snapping her fingers in her zoned out friend’s face, startling her back to the present. “Jeez! And you call me a space cadet.”

“I think I called you a dumb bitch.” Song replied with a wry smile. A term he often used to denigrate girls who wouldn’t give him the time of day had morphed into a playful term of endearment with the blonde who through their shared predicament had become something of an actual best friend, as opposed to the sort of loyal but incompetent henchman he used to see.

Finished eating, Song sat in the metal chair, dressed elegantly in a long sleeved black turtleneck, and a red plaid pleated skirt that fell just a few inches above the knee. His legs looked sexy, encased in a matching pair of thigh high boots with three inch spike heels, shoes that would have killed him a month prior but now weren’t even the tallest in his growing closet. The gorgeous Asian-American teen dug through his leather coach bag till he found his red lipstick, the same shade as his skirt, and repaired the damage from his meal with the aid of a compact mirror.

Just beside him, Emery, wearing a yellow dress composed of a pretty porous fabric over a sewn-in satin slip, was snapping a few selfies while making a few different expressions into the camera, each one just as sexy as the next, her chunky white bangles jangling with every click of the shutter.

Song noted her casual white sneakers, cute with the outfit, and wondered if his mother would ever let him get away with wearing similar shoes. She wouldn’t. “Do you have to send those to Brooks?” Song asked, wondering if he’d missed one of the crazy white bitch’s many humiliating homework assignments.

“Oh, no.” Emery replied. “I just wanted a new wallpaper for my phone.” Song felt pity for his friend, now thoroughly female in appearance, and self image. He couldn’t fault the dimwit as suggestible as she was, but was determined not to fall in the same trap, even if it killed him. Emery continued, “So anyway, like I was saying, Rose, my stepmom, was talking about when she was young, she had slumber parties with her friends, and I was thinking we could try that. We’re both off work tomorrow. Why don’t you spend the night with me tonight?”

“I know who Rose is, but seriously, what are we, Emery? Ten? I’m not a little girl, you know.” Song felt like the point was driven home by the sway of his inflated sensitive chest when he moved.

“I guess you’re right.” Emery sighed. “We’re teenage girls now, I guess. Rose just made it sound like something she did in high school.”

Choosing to ignore being called a teenage girl, Song said, “Neither of us should still be in high school.” His cold heart almost melted, when in spite of an attempt to hide it, Emery’s pout replaced her usual joyous demeanor, causing the angry teen’s resolve to weaken, but not give in. Song knew fully who the person really was sitting across from him, but he looked, sounded and moved like a girl, an incredibly pretty one that he had spent hours making out with for the amusement of his warden. ‘Why does she… NO! I am not going to give in and go to some pre-teen slumber party.’

That afternoon when arriving home, the first thing Song noticed was the karaoke machine already set up in the sitting room, forecasting what was becoming a common occurrence. Hearing her little star walk through the door, Grace came running into the foyer, phone in hand. “There’s a new dance trending today, to go with that new ITZY song. Let’s try it. I even got us some big plastic tacky pink earrings so we can match. Isn’t that a hoot? Your Daddy is home early today too so he can hold the camera.”

“Sorry, Mummy…I uhh…” Song searched his brain for any reasonable excuse she’d find acceptable, dreaming of the day when he could bring in six figures a year for a twenty hour work week.

Grace frowned, assuming what she considered the worst. “Don’t tell me you’ve got another date with that redneck.”

“No actually…” Only one thing came to mind, and the pretty boy cringed as the words escaped his lips. “Emery and I are having a slumber party tonight.”

An hour later, Emery answered the door, giddy as a schoolgirl at her best friend’s arrival. “I’m so happy you changed your mind, Song. Tonight is going to be a blast, I promise” Emery then gave Song a glomping hug before kissing their cheek. “I’m excited!” She took a few of her friend’s bags, of which there were many, Grace insisting her daughter be prepared for any contingency. There would be no skipping the skincare routine, even for one night. The two friends tip-toed past Abner’s toys as they made their way to Emery’s bedroom, something they’d become quite skilled at with their taste in footwear.

“So…what’s the plan?” Song asked, genuinely unsure of the kinds of activities friends did that didn’t involve petty crime, or schemes.

Emery was excited to run down the itinerary, planned out with her step-mom throughout the week, and did so by babbling at about a mile a minute, like any other teenage girl. “I’ve got my Switch, so we can play Mario Kart, or watch that Emma Stone movie. Manny always says I sound like her, but I don’t see it. Rose went to the grocery store, and got popcorn, and ice cream, and we’re gonna order a pizza later, and I also got these new curlers I’ve been wanting to try out. Have you ever thought of curling your hair? I think it’d be pretty. It’s just kind of a pain in the ass to have to do it every day, and…”

“Calm down, girlie.” Song interjected, afraid if he didn’t then the blathering teen might suffocate before she was finished, though feeling a little hyped up himself by Emery’s infectious energy. “That sounds like a lot. Shall we play it by ear?”

“I don’t know how to play any instruments.” Emery said, her puzzled expression as adorable as it was confused.

“I mean, let’s just see where the night takes us. Now, I think you said something about ice cream?”

The next few hours were spent with their fingers glued to controllers, while Emery crushed Song in almost every game they played, much to the egotistical teen’s frustration. Once the pizza arrived, Rose and the girls sat at the coffee table, eating over paper plates, while little Abner crawled around exploring. Smacking his lips together, Song placed one hand over his stomach, content with the meal. Working in the mall meant he had access to pizza, but it wasn’t something ever ordered at home. Once that was done, the girls changed into their pajamas, and curled up on the couch to watch LA LA Land. By the time it was over, there wasn’t a dry eye in the house, though Abner was only crying because of a messy diaper.

Song definitely didn’t expect to enjoy himself, let alone have the best night he’d had in years, hanging out at a place that didn’t even have surround sound built into the sofa. He couldn’t make heads or tails of why he teared up at something so ridiculous as a failed relationship. The boy didn’t even cry at his grandmother’s funeral. The sun long gone, it was time for the girls to retire to Emery’s room so Abner could sleep.

After washing off their makeup, the two sat on the bed, and put each other’s hair in pigtails while they chit-chatted, Song not even questioning the feminine activities anymore, just going along with them. He was wearing the short lavender nightgown his mom snuck into the bags in place of his usual fuzzy pajama pants, so it wasn’t like he wasn’t already dressed just as prissy as his pink clad friend. Curious, he did ask, “So your little brother’s name is Abner?”

“Yeah.” Emery answered. “Why?”

“Abner, Emer…” Song raised an eyebrow thinking of the girl’s previous name, and asked, “Is your old man a nineteen thirties dustbowl farmer?”

“Girl, he’s not a farmer. We live in this house.” Emery answered, surprised her best friend would ask such a dumb question. “He’s a traveling salesman. That’s why he’s never here. I mean, I do miss him lots, but he says he’s gotta put food on the table because he loves us, so I understand…at least I think I do. Anyway, I’ve got Rose. She’s been great since my Mom died. I don’t think I would’ve learned to tie my shoes without her.”

Song almost asked, “Was that last year?” but thought better of it after hearing the pain in Emery’s voice, something she rarely showed. The concept of an adult held down by obligation was foreign, having grown up privileged, but he knew the other side of the coin could be just as bad. As grateful as he was that his mother finally took an interest in him, she could be quite suffocating. Deciding to be nice for once instead, Song said, “That’s gotta be hard, I guess. I’m glad you got a good stepmom though. She seems…cool, I guess.”

Almost on cue, Rose poked her head in the room after a light knock to the open door, and said. “I just wanted to say goodnight, girls. We’re so glad to have you, Song. I’m glad Emery has a friend who can really understand what she’s going through.”

Song thought to himself, ‘You don’t know the half of it.’

The woman went on, “Okay, I’m gonna close the door. You’re grown enough, I’m not going to tell you to go to bed, but please don’t wake up Abner, okay. I just got him to sleep, and I really need the Z’s myself don’chaknow. Be good, you two.”

“Good night, Rose.” Emery said sweetly.

“Good night Mrs Ottensen.” Song said with well practiced skill in sucking up to parents.

As Rose closed the door, she joked, “Just don’t sneak any boys in.”

When Song turned back to face Emery, the blonde’s mischievous smile said that’s exactly what they were going to do.

For the next hour the pair sat on Emery’s bed listening to music until suddenly a few taps rang out from the window. “I can’t believe you invited Brooks.” Song groaned, as the blonde waved the boy to the front door.

“It’s cool, Song.” Emery explained. “I made him get beer. Besides this is like a rite of passage, or something.”

While Emery tip-toed to the front door to unlock it for their shared boyfriend, Song pondered how a boy so afraid of prison that he threw his two accomplices under the bus without a second thought, was now willing to stand awkwardly outside of a liquor store until he found a person just sketchy enough to buy **** for a minor but not so sketchy that they’d run off with the cash instead. The boy’s eyes firmly glued to Emery’s cleavage in her flimsy pink PJs answered that question for him.

“Hey, Beautiful.” Emmanuel whispered, giving Emery a lingering kiss, before setting the twelve pack down on her vanity, and moving across the room to Song, making sure the smaller girl’s lips weren’t ignored. “Hey, gorgeous. I can’t stay too late since I’ve got to open tomorrow.” He opened a beer for each of them, and divvied them out, something he never would have dreamed of doing just a short time ago. He took a seat on Emery’s little vanity stool and asked. “What have you two been up to, tonight?”

“Girl stuff.” Emery said, finding her own seat on his lap and wrapping an arm around his neck, a position Emery often was told to take in the back office when they all came together. By this point the feminized boy didn’t think twice about the act. “You know, chick flicks, and beauty stuff, and making out with each other.” That last comment was said with a knowing wink to Song, causing Emmanuel to spit his mouthful of beer back into the bottle.

Song marveled at how confident Emery was dangling all over the boy like he was a jungle gym. In contrast, for whatever reason, the fact that Brooks was seeing him without makeup on made him want to throw the blanket over his head and die. The words of his mother ringing in his head, how a lady should never be seen without her face on were drilled in by the woman over the weeks.

“I think Song feels left out, Manny. Let’s go sit with her.” Emery pulled the boy by his fingers with one hand, and carried the twelve pack to her night stand before snuggling up close to Song.

Song, thinking Emery was trying to get him to move over, started to scoot, but when he turned his head to the side, he felt the cold glass of Emery’s bottle pressing into the back of his neck, as the girl gleefully giggled at her little prank.

Hearing the girlish scream from across the house, Rose shot up from her bed, and grabbed a putter from her husband’s golf bag. She quickly made her way to her stepdaughter’s room, and swung the door open, ready to maul the monster who dared attack her baby. What she found was Emery rolling a curler into Song’s locks, with some pop song playing quietly in the background. “Are you girls okay?” she asked, relieved not to find the giant puddle of blood she imagined.

“Oh, sorry, Rose.” Emery said, smiling widely, and continuing her work. “Song saw a spider, but I caught it and threw it out the window.”

“Sorry, Mrs Ottensen.” Song said nervously, fidgeting with his fingers. “They’re just so umm…gross.” he lied, feeling another self-inflicted wound after claiming he screamed at the sight of a little bug like some silly girl. He could admit spiders were creepy but he wasn’t afraid of them…mostly.

“That’s okay, dear. I guess I need to get them back out to spray soon. I’m just glad you two are okay, and I’m really glad your brother didn’t wake up. Sweet dreams, girls. Don’t stay up too late.”

When the door closed, Emmanuel’s sigh could be heard from below the bed, as he struggled to crawl out from underneath it with three open beers in tow. “I thought we were done for.” he said through grunts. He pulled himself back onto the mattress, and handed his girlfriends their beverages, his eyes lingering on the door like it was going to swing open for Rose to catch them in the act. Song pulled the curlers from his hair, while Emery reached behind the nightstand, and placed the rest of their booze where it was. As the situation played out Song realized Emery might not have been the brightest but she was certainly clever in her own way.

An hour went by, then another, and the three were at the very least tipsy. That’s when things started to take a strange turn. Emmanuel was making eyes at Emery, who was busy braiding, and rebraiding Song’s hair, when he decided to take the plunge and surprised the girl with a kiss, this one of the french variety, his tongue pressing past her lips to explore her mouth. With one hand around her waist and the other up behind the blonde girl’s neck he pressed himself into her, enjoying her scent, a mix of perfume, deodorant and lotion and really enjoying the feel of her supple skin.

Pulling back slightly, Emery gave the boy a look before rolling her eyes. Kissing Manny or any other boy for that matter wasn’t even on the list of things she wanted to do, but could admit it was nice to see her normally stoic friend smiling. “God you’re so bad at that. I mean, you’re getting better, but like, C minus at best.” She commanded, “Try again.” Bianca had declared them a couple and the last thing Emergy wanted to do was make the woman mad enough to lock Little Emer up again.

Most guys would have left right then, stuck in their feelings, but Emmanuel admired how much the beauty wasn’t afraid to speak her mind. She knew what she wanted and she wasn’t afraid to say it. He leaned in for one more kiss, but this one was cut short by her painted fingernail pushing his chest away. “No, you’re trying too hard. You’ve got to leave room to breathe. You’re sharing a kiss, not invading my mouth like it’s Iraq. Be gentle. Like this.” Emery turned to face the other person in the room and placed her hands on Song’s cheeks, and pulled them in, starting with a gentle peck, and building up to something a little heavier, their tongues touching for just the briefest moment before easing off, and starting again.

Song was the smallest of everyone, and his level of intoxication showed it. He actually swooned at Emery’s kiss. Even with the taste of beer, he found it much more enjoyable than the sloppy mess Emmanuel tried when they hooked up. He giggled, and asked, “How do you know about Iraq?”

“It’s just something my Dad says.” she explained, blowing past the question, and turning back to Manny. “Do you see what I mean?”

“Umm, yeah, I guess so.” the boy replied, his member swelling at the sight of his two sexy girlfriends in pajamas making out.

“Okay. Show me.” Emery said, placing her hands on the backs of both her partner’s heads, and pushing them toward each other.

At first the two’s faces mushed together like when a child plays with Barbies, but caught up in the moment, Emmanuel relaxed, and tried in earnest to follow Emery’s suggestions. He took his time, wrapping his arms around their waist and if Song’s reaction was any indication, some of that lesson finally sank in. The diminutive teen got swept up in everything, and without even meaning to, wrapped his lithe arms around the boy’s neck. He opened his lips to welcome the kiss, actually enjoying the warm sensation that washed over his body and **** mind.

Gleefully, as the two pulled apart, Emery asked, “Much better, right Song?” The Korean youth could only nod in response as his cheeks burned red, the color not hidden by a layer of foundation for once. Playfully, the blonde girl grabbed Emmanuel by the collar, saying, “I still need to check for myself.” and pulled him in again, this time noticing the marked improvement almost immediately. She thought to herself that it was much easier to coach him when she could show him an example. As their lips parted she smacked her lips together twice., “Now I want you to show me how you’re doing with that other thing we’ve been working on. She placed a hand on top of Emmanuel’s head, and used the other to lift her nightgown to reveal she wasn’t wearing any panties, and her lady-dick was already up and ready to go. As Emmanuel closed his eyes, and took all of Emery’s sex into his mouth, she shot a knowing wink to Song, and made a silly face.

Song’s jaw hit the floor. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. As shocking as it was, he was mostly pissed that he never realized that was an option. It had been ages, since anyone had taken the time to orally pleasure him. When Emery called him closer with a wag of the finger, the **** did its job just enough for him to go along with it. Once again the two were kissing, and while he had to admit in the last fifteen minutes Emmanuel had made great strides, he didn’t have shit on Emery, the beautiful creature, causing his own cock to rise for only the second time since the cage came off.

While his girlfriends made out above him, Emmanuel continued to work the shaft in his own mouth. It was easy for him to forget Emery had the same type of equipment he did, if not smaller. At first he thought he’d feel appalled and disgusted, but earlier that week after she swallowed his seed, he wanted her to experience the same pleasure he had. It wasn’t like he just blew her. Instead things had started with a handjob, the teen boy nervous and apprehensive, but the taste of her pink soft lips and the sound of her mewlings in pleasure had made it a non issue.

“Mmmm.” Emery groaned, reaching down to run her long nails though Manny’s hair as she broke the kiss, noticing the tent poking out from Song’s satin pajamas, and signaled for the garment to be removed. “I guess I do owe you one.” Leaning back completely, she had Song straddle her face, taking it all in her own mouth, while the teen basked in the sensation, trying to moan quietly, and praying they didn’t wake Rose again.

The trio spread out on the bed, Emery laying on her back with Manny below her, her legs up on his shoulders, while Song sat, knees bent and straddling her face. Emery’s cock in her boyfriend’s mouth, and Song’s nestled between her soft pink pillowy lips. The only one not in complete bliss was Emmanuel who felt like he could cum just listening to Song’s soft, almost musical voice, her breathing shallow with a hitch in it as she squeaked little sounds of delight. The sounds from Emery’s sexy husky voice were muffled, but her groaning and moaning was there all the same, while her legs pressed into his shoulders.

As Emery edged closer to climax, she worked Song’s member with her tongue, the new girl having picked up the skill of fellacio with the same aptitude as her skills with makeup, and when she burst into Manny’s mouth, one hand gripped his short hair so hard she pulled out a few stands, while her other hand dug nails into the porcelain skin of Song’s buttcheek so hard, a few scratches raised from the skin for a few days. That little bit of pain mixed with the pleasure of Emery’s tongue was all Song needed to be pushed over the top, his own seed, as little as it was, exploding into Emery’s mouth. Emery, no longer surprised by the taste of cum, drank it down like it was ginger ale.

Emmanuel was practically drooling as the two girls lay in the bed before him, draped over each other in a mess of humanity. He wanted to let them bask, but that did nothing to assuage his arousal, as his dick tried to tear a hole through his brand new jeans. He unfastened his fly and pulled it out, stroking it slowly while biting his bottom lip, trying to be patient until the girls’ legs started to work again.

Once Emery could open her eyes, she saw her boyfriend playing with himself, knowing just what was expected, and nudged Song with her elbow, saying, “This will get done faster if we tag team it.”

Song was confused, but once he managed to pry his naturally long lashes apart, understood exactly what the blonde was talking about. He tried not to groan, remembering he had to play the part of the adoring girlfriend, thinking at least he’d get to take a day off tomorrow as this should count as a BJ for the both of them. He found his way to his knees, and met Emery’s face near Emmanuel’s genitals, as the two prepared to worship their boyfriend’s cock together for the first time.

‘Oh…’ Emmanuel thought, already on the verge of orgasm as he stared longingly at the girls ready to apply their attentions to him. Thoughts of how this all started and who they were never crossed his mind. It started with Song. His dark haired girl always seemed more aggressive. He watched as she kissed the tip of his sex, her slim hands wrapping around the center of his shaft, her delicate digits always making him feel like he was bigger than he was. Then his blonde lover leaned in, her curls bouncing, her gorgeous blue eyes looking up to his face as she kissed the tip of his cock on the side, before sliding her tongue under the base of his member as she slowly shook her head. Without taking his manhood into their mouths he soon had his straining erection lubricated from tip to stem. “Yes…” he whispered, the night feeling some kind of lucid wet dream.

As if the pair wasn’t doing enough to excite the erect teen, their hands massaged the boy’s flesh, Song squeezing his butt cheek, thinking of his own ass that had been attacked a moment ago while Emery gripped at Emmanuel’s abdomen. Eventually, someone had to swallow the thing, and Song, in an atypical act of selflessness, realized he was the only one who hadn’t already had a penis in their mouth, so he took it in, no longer really disgusted on the same level. The act was now more of an annoyance than anything. The idea of being a cocksucker still plagued him, but he did what he had to in order to get by.

Running a finger across Song’s cheek and down her neck, Emery smiled watching her Asian friend take Manny’s cock halfway into their mouth right away, knowing she would already be **** on the thing, and that the boy she was **** to be with got off on the sound of such an act. “Little deeper.” she encouraged before getting up off the bed to move to Manny’s side with intentions of wrapping her arms around him, kissing his lips, and then down his chest to help things along. Things didn’t go as planned though, and as soon as she got close the kiss happened, one more primal than she was prepared for. It was nothing like what she’d been trying to teach. When Manny’s lips left her own she felt her top being pulled down as he latched on to one of her already erect nipples. Instantly a shock of pleasure bloomed and then shot through her body, making her completely oblivious to the thin strap on her pajama top snapping. “AH! Ahhhhh! OH! Manny!” Her body shuddered as she felt him suckle on her sensitive bosom for the first time. Turning the tables to get him to blow her had been an achievement that made Emery think she deserved more credit than she got, but she hadn’t even considered what could come of playing with her more feminine assets.

It didn’t take that long for Emmanuel to come to completion. The intoxicated boy couldn’t believe he was living out his pornographic fantasies with two of the most stunning girls he’d ever seen. He ejaculated so fast, he hardly had time to enjoy it. Song swallowed down the seed with his lover’s hand on the back of his head, fingers holding onto one of the braids Emery had put in his hair. The slimy, thick substance filled Song’s mouth, drained down his throat and dripped from the corners of his lips, making him wish it at least tasted like chocolate or something else sweet, rather than the salty mess it was.

It was fortunate Emery had her own bathroom since everyone desperately needed to clean themselves, and they were all already counting their blessings that Rose hadn’t burst through the door a second time. Dressed again, they finished the last of their beers, Song particularly happy to have something to wash the taste out of his mouth right away for once. Emmanuel kissed his girls goodbye, spending enough time with each that he hoped they knew how much he appreciated them and desperately wanting to tell them he loved them, but thinking it still might be a bit soon. ‘I should tell them… no they will freak out. It's too soon. Is it? Shit, I don’t know.’ Unable to answer his own question he left with his secret sneaking back out the front door, and deposited the trash in the bin on his way to his mom’s Corolla he borrowed and parked down the street. He was so tired, this was the time he decided to take his upcoming giant paycheck, and finally buy a smartphone so he could take one of those Ubers, wishing he didn’t have to drive in his drained, intoxicated state.

Back in the room the girls crawled into bed together, and as Emery almost immediately passed out, it was then Song learned she was a cuddler. Any day before this one, he’d have thrown a temper tantrum, and tried to make her sleep on her own floor, but the affection was nice, and that kind of intimacy wasn’t unwelcome for a change, so he kept his mouth shut, and enjoyed being the little spoon. His drunk mind tried to digest the evening's events, from spending time with Rose to swallowing yet another load of cum, until he fell asleep.

The next morning after they were dressed, Song dug through his bag, and found the little pills in a ziploc bag he had to take every day. When Emer saw them she said, “Oh, I take those too. Those are your girl pills, right?”

“What?” Song answered with his own question, sure Emery must be confused. “These are my vitamins. A doctor gave them to me.” Upon closer inspection, he realized Emery was right. The two little blue pills, and the big white one were the exact same as the blonde held in her hand.

She explained, “Yeah, Rose took me to the doctor to get these. They took my blood and stuff, then said I could have them. They’re supposed to help me feel better in my body. I mean, I guess they work because I think I look fucking great.” her voice chipper despite not being a morning person.

“My mom got these from a doctor…that was her friend…” As the words escaped his recently painted lips, Song began to fear the worst. “Let me see the bottle, Emery.” In a panic he began to google the words Spironolactone, and Estradiol. “Oh my fucking god! These are hormones, Emery! They’re supposed to turn our bodies into girls’ bodies. That is why we haven’t needed those tit injections lately. Our boobs are actually becoming our own boobs.” Song collapsed down onto the bed, unable to even cry, as he tried to process the realization that even if they were ever free of Bianca’s machinations, if his mother had anything to do with it, there might never be an escape from a very female future.

“Don’t worry, Song. I think you’re very pretty.” Emery said, trying to comfort her friend though not exactly understanding what the problem actually was. “Oh sorry, Jae.”

“Heh…Just…” The feminized boy didn’t even know how to respond to that. Deciding to just not open that can of worms, with a whimper, he said, “Just call me Song, Emery.”

“You’re right.” Emery agreed cheerfully. “Jae isn’t as pretty as Song. That’s a much better name for a girl like you.”

The pretty boy sighed. Unable to find the words, he changed the subject. “I like that nail color, Emery. You did a really good job.” With how much his skill had grown working at Rim, and the perfection that had been expected of him, Song pondered what Emery could do to do a better job, but felt rather hollow inside at the moment so he just let the compliment be enough.

“Thank you!” the blonde squealed, latching onto the rare praise from her friend. “I know I’m not as good as you, but I’m pretty proud of it. You can do them up real nice at work on Monday though. OH! And I can show you this trick I learned with blending, and contouring that is pure magic!”