It was pizza night at TJ's where everyone gets together to watch the game or an old movie, shoot the shit, eat pizza. You know, just hang out. Everyone means TJ and guys. There were always guys around TJ. She's a self proclaimed tomboy, more comfortable with guys than girls. Some guys are intimidated because she is very athletic. Competitive as hell. Probably knows more about the game we're watching and the players than half the guys in the room. But she's funny as hell. And hot. Hot and doesn't even know it. Seriously. She is one of those girls who truly doesn't realize how gorgeous she is or refuses to admit it. I mean look at her. This is how she always looks. Cap. Grass stained jersey. But look at her. Really look at her. Tell me she's not hot.
Ok, so she can probably kick your ass and bruise your ego on the field but she also wants to watch the playoffs as much as you do plus you get to look at her. Yeah, there are always guys hanging around. But it was going to be different that night. It wasn't a regular pizza night. No game on worth watching and her roommate was out of town. Maybe she was bored, didn't want to be alone, whatever, but when she called and asked if I wanted to come over I said FUCK YEAH. Well, in my head I may have yelled it, high-fived myself, twerked a little, but I managed to stay calm on the phone. You see I have a secret, maybe not so secret, crush on her. And I thought maybe, just maybe, when I flirt with her when we are alone she can see I'm serious and not just playing for laughs.
I was excited. And nervous. As I knocked on the door I tried to guess what she would be wearing. I knew it would not be anything 'girly girl' as she called it. One time she had a sort of 'dress up thing' to go to with her parents and her mother insisted she wear a dress. She was not happy. Here check it out:
Not happy. Of course she didn't like it. She always sticks out her tongue, that's kind of her trademark, and says she doesn't like girly stuff. Complained about how she looked in the dress. Said she didn't have the body for it. No amount of compliments could get her to think otherwise. She almost always wears something baggy. It's like she's trying to hide. Maybe a self-image thing? Maybe she just goes for comfort. But there was no surprise. She was wearing one of her favorite pajamas. This super baggy giraffe looking one-piece thing. She grabbed the pizza box out of my hands and headed straight for her spot on the couch, already munching on a slice before she sat down. I shut the door and was heading over to sit beside her when she looked at me, kind of did a double take, and said "What the hell is that?'
I had forgotten about the...the thing I had in my hand. Marco's Pizza is convenient and the pizza is awesome but the area seems to be a magnet for the homeless and various weirdos. That night they were really thick, like it was homeless rally week or something. Two guys were arguing about who's night it was to sell papers on that corner. There was a young guy wailing away on a set of drums made out of buckets and cans. Another guy was competing for the music lover tips by twanging away at guitar that look like it had been through the Civil War. And sounded like it. In front of them a woman, I think it was a woman, she had on so many layers of clothes it was impossible to be sure, was dancing. Might have been having a seizure, impossible to be sure. Well, there was this old guy. Worn out three piece suit. White hair sticking up everywhere. Kind of Albert Einsteinish. He had an old beat up suitcase sitting on a lawn chair. I made the mistake of making eye contact and he locked in me. He grabbed my arm and made a grand gesture, sweeping his hand over the suitcase like he was showing off the prizes on a game show or something. The old guy babbled on about making transformations, changing the world into what you want most of all, how change is constant and nothing is permanent. then he started in on the moon being hollow and 'ringing like a bell for forty-five minutes after they dropped that dune buggy on it.' So I picked up this thing because I thought it looked kind of like the blaster that Star Lord had, you know, in the Guardians. What it actually looks like is a flute that someone tried turn into a horseshoe. I asked him how much and he started at a thousand. He took the seven dollars I had left after buying the pizza. So TJ said I was a sucker and I said I was going back to see if he had some Groot seeds and we kind of stayed in a rambling comic book conversation while we ate. It was when I tried to steer the conversation to her, to us, when things got, well, weird.
I know I fucked it up. Fumbled the ball. I got nervous. Really nervous. I was trying to let her know I like her, you know, like her like her. And I started telling her how gorgeous she was. Started talking about the time her sister came down for a weekend and talked TJ into trying on some of her clothes. Wow. Can you believe this?
Didn't I tell you she was hot? But I guess I talked about it too much. With a bit too much enthusiasm. She got quiet and then said she was tired. I just looked at her, pleading with my eyes for her to understand. She actually got up and went to the door to show me out. I was frustrated. I had my flute horseshoe gun in my hand so I pointed it at her with it and said I wished someday she would stop hiding in those damn baggy clothes. All of the sudden it was like someone set off a flash bang or something. The was a blinding white light and big boom. I was stunned for a minute or two. When my head cleared I looked at TJ. She was still at the door but she was standing real still, like if she moved she might set off another bomb. She slowly stuck her tongue out and that was it. I thought she was goofin' me. Playing like she was a statue. She was doing it so good it kind of scared me. She wouldn't talk to me or move her head or look at me when I moved. So I stepped up close to her and told her we were going to play chicken. I was going to start pulling down the zipper on her pjs and we would see who chickened out first. I just knew when I tugged on the zipper she was going to throw me to floor and pin me with some unbreakable wrestling hold. Didn't happen. And I'm the one who chickened out. I got the zipper about half way down and stopped. I swear her breasts were bigger. Or fuller. Perkier maybe.
And I'm starting to freak out a little so poked her in the chest and said 'bazinga', hoping she would stop whatever it was she was doing. But, oh man, she felt funny. You know, you poke someone in the center of the chest and there is a little skin over bone. She didn't have a firm breastbone. And her skin felt different so I put my hand on her chest and it felt like...rubbery. Now I'm really freaking out but she is in front of the door and I can't get out so I turn and run and lock myself in the bathroom. I checked myself out in the mirror, wondering if Marco put the wrong mushrooms on our pizza. I pinched myself several times. It hurt. My skin was skin. I even checked to see if anything on me had gotten bigger. No such luck. Eventually I went back to check on TJ. She was still there. Hadn't moved. She was still pointing at me, as if telling me it was time to go. I took her hand and tried moving her fingers. They didn't feel like normal fingers but they were flexible and would stay they way I put them. Then I got a little pervy. I pulled the zipper the rest of the way down and slid the pajamas off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor around her ankles. I checked her out. Stepped around for aback view, you know me, I'm an ass man and she a nice one. I don't think it had changed, I mean how could you improve it right? I had to touch it. Gave it a good a caress, just feeling the curve you know. Gave it a good little slap. Wanted to see it was as firm and bouncy as I imagined. It was. I smacked it some more. A lot actually. Got carried away with the sound of the slap and the way it felt. My hand was stinging when I went back to front view. I felt of her tits. It was really weird because they were TJ's tits but then they sort of weren't. Then I noticed her eyes. Her beautiful hazel eyes. They still had fire in them, as if she were still in there. By this time I had a tit in each hand, rolling rubbery nipples under my palms, and I thought, that maybe, she was liking it. I realized what I wanted to do. Had to do. I picked her up and hustled her to the bedroom.
I set her down and started out in a frenzy. I about tore her closet apart but didn't find what I was looking for. She just didn't have those kind of clothes. So I figured at least some sexy lingerie would do. But her tits had gown, at least her bras didn't fit, not in a good way. Then I remembered her roommate. She was a little bigger than TJ. I guess I should have checked her closet but I was locked in on bras and panties and found them in the second place I looked. Grabbed the first matching ones I saw. Man she look H. O. T. hot. Check it out.
If TJ only knew how she looked in them she might change up her wardrobe a little. The more I looked the more i liked it. And I thought about how good it felt spanking her ass. Rubbing her nipples. I guess my head was kind of messed up by then because I undressed her again. And laid her on the bed. And pushed her legs apart. Yeah, I did exactly what you are thinking. I pull her legs up around me, grabbed her wrists and held them pinned to bed. I know she's a doll so why hold her hands? I wanted to enjoy that moment of being in control, you know? If you can't tell by the photos this doll was the deluxe model. Must have had some kind of self-lubricating feature. It's like she was wet. And I swear to this day it felt as if her heels were pushing against my ass, you know, kind of like she was spurring me on. I know it's crazy. I said my head was messed up. When I finished I felt kind of bad and straightened her legs and rolled her over so I wouldn't have look at those eyes. I took the lingerie and put it back where I had gotten it. I went and sat on the couch trying to think but didn't even know where to start. I finally decided I couldn't leave her like she was so I got a washcloth and went back to clean her up. I was still embarrassed by what I had just done. I didn't want to see her face yet. I pulled her up on her knees so I could wipe her off. Well, rubbing that washcloth between her legs had the wrong effect on me and the next thing I knew I had a hand on each hip and was fucking her again. Hard. Angry hard. Like I had something to prove. And it was feeling good. I wasn't nervous, questioning what I was doing. I was just doing and not thinking about it. I blew another load and fell on the bed beside her. For the first time since the change my mind was clear. The old man had said something about changing the world into what you want and something about nothing is permanent. Well, a TJ sex doll is sort of what I wanted but I missed the witty, feisty, in-your-face TJ. I hoped the part about nothing being permanent meant she would change back. I washed her up, put her crazy pajamas back on, covered her up, kissed her forehead and left.
The next morning I texted her I was coming over, hoping she would be able to read it. I had brought breakfast, hoping she would be able to eat it. She let me in. She was her. She was normal. She was unusually quiet and kept looking at me funny. But I was looking at her funny too I guess. Watching for signs she knew what had happened. And maybe she was looking at me funny because I had been up all night and was totally stressed out. Mostly we just sat and tried to not look at each other too much. A little small talk and I left, relieved she was real again but now I had no idea what to do next. We didn't see a lot each other the next few days and when we did things were sort of normal. Normal but fragile. I know I was having to pretend normal but was she? Wouldn't she at have least asked me how she ended up in bed? Did she remember what happened or did she think she had been roofied? After a about a week she texted me. Hey whats up? After an awkward text or two we fell into our usually back and forth. Then I get we need to do another pizza night. I'm pretty sure my heart stopped. I struggled with the right answer and finally sent yeah. Lame, I know, but like I said my heart had stopped. She shoots back tomorrow night?. My heart was beating again. About a thousand times a second. Works for me. Can't wait. She sent a smiley face and bring the same as last time.
We've had pizza night every week or two since then. One time, she accidentally left her vibrator where I could see it. We had pizza three nights in a row. I know you think I'm crazy or into snorting bath salts or something but I swear it's true. You saw the photos. But there is a reason why I am telling you this. TJ's sister is coming down for the weekend. Did you know they are twins? No, seriously. Take a look
Good genes in that family, am I right? So anyway, her sister is coming down and I wondered if you wanted to come over and join us for pizza?