I met her at the gym. I just moved into town after my divorce and one of the first things I did was finding a Y, because my gut had gotten out of control in five years of marriage. Perhaps it was one of the reasons for the divorce, who knows?

I was planning to do a lot of groundwork, planks, exercise balls and perhaps some machines. And there she was, doing similar exercises, and clearly for the same reason as me. We seemed to be there roughly at the same times and it didn't take long before we started working together.

Her name was Linda and her story was very similar to me, except that it was her ex that moved out of town. We were both in our early thirties and trying to get back into the dating scene. Hence the need to fixup our bodies again.

Everyone probably knows that working out with a buddy is much more effective than when you try to do things by yourself. So we started to challenge each other and motivate and cheer. We slowly became friends but nothing more. I convinced her to quit the Gatorade and juices she was drinking, by bringing a smart water for each of us. She got me into compression shirts, giving me a set on my birthday. The shirts had a metallic layer on the inside, helping me to sweat more.

We both lost weight, but more importantly, inches. Things started to change a bit when I had car troubles and she offered to pick me up for our workout as my place was sort of on her way anyway. When she dropped me off back home later I invited her in. Soon we had a healthy dinner together and even when my car was fixed she kept picking me up. I started cooking for two on our workout days and she started coming earlier, so we could prepare the food together.

There was no romance between us, we just became closer and closer friends. We gave each other actually advice on the dating scene. She got me to lose my goatee and grow my hair out a bit and I convinced her to wear a bit more daring heels and show off her legs.

When I complained about having to shave again now without my beard, she had a solution. She actually had one of these home laser hair removal systems and it worked perfectly on me. She convinced me that I should treat my whole body. It would help with the compression shirts and the pants she had gotten me by now as well. Plus it would attract a particular type of girls that I would like to date. It took a couple of months but by then the only hair I had on my body was my eyebrows and on top of my head, which I mostly wore in a ponytail now.

I put a few of my marks on her as well, I got her a leather and a latex skirt. And she enjoyed wearing them. It showed off her legs that were by now long and slim, but most of all her waist, as she had by now an hourglass figure. She had plenty of interest from single men in the dating scene. But we both had the same problem. Our friendship scared potential lovers away. Somehow your best friend cannot be from the opposite gender.

Linda eventually came up with a solution, but she was very careful in explaining. The exercises we had been doing for more than half a year now, and the diet we had been following, was designed more for women than for men. And indeed, my own legs had slimmed, and my own waist was more narrow than my hips. And the bit of pecs I worked up on my chest could easily be mistaken for small breasts. Combine that with my smooth hairless skin and my long hair and it wouldn't take much to make me look like a girl. I could be her BFF.

Now, the reverse was not even close to Linda passing as a guy. But she was willing to try that if it would give me a better chance with the ladies. I shook my head, that was just ridiculous and a waste of her beauty. But I'd try to be her BFF for a while, just to see if it indeed would make a difference.

So I ended up wearing a little black dress with a bra and some extra padding. And heels of course. To show off my legs, as she used my own words from long ago. She did some makeup on my face and styled my hair, just enough so I could make it to a salon to get the real thing. We practiced for hours, walking in the heels, talking in a girly voice about fashion, boys, all kinds of gossip and sex. My name was Quinn now, and she used it over and over, trying to trick me, until I responded automatically when I heard my new name.

The salon was quite a different experience from what I had expected. Real quickly I came to the realization that switching back to being a guy wouldn't be that simple. I had piercings in my ears and bellybutton, all with studs. I had inch long nails on my fingers and matching colors on my toes. I had a definite female hairstyle and eyebrows, with makeup that would last at least a week. I managed to convince my boss to grant me a two week vacation on a very short notice.

The next stop at an erotic shop left me with very realistic falsies glued to my chest and a female prosthetic vagina, that hid my male member away, with no chance of growing hard. Which was proven right away when I looked at myself in the mirror in very sexy lingerie. I realized I would date myself, if I could.

Linda bought me my own latex dress, with a flaring skirt and a tight body that closed in the back like a corset. Just for fun she added a tiny lock and I would not be able to take off the dress without her help. She had changed during the process of my transition, not in a bad way, but more and more naughty. At first I thought it was a girl thing, so I tried to mimic her, being BFF's and all, but when she kissed me with her tongue deep in my throat, I realized that more was going on here.

When I asked her about it, she confessed that part of the reason for her own divorce was the fact that she had had a fling with another woman. And the way I filled out into a sexy woman made me exactly into her type. We could be BFF's and lovers, she said, looking at me hopefully. I wasn't convinced though. To be her lover would mean I would have to be Quinn forever. But she would be my lover, and for the past few months I have had some fantasies about her.

I suggested we first stick to the original plan, and see if there was still room for the right guy in her life. I would be her BFF any time she needed me. She warned me I better prepare for the male interest I would undoubtedly gain. Not sure how I'd deal with that but I doubted it would get that far.

We went out and met up with some of her friends. I was introduced as Quinn, the sister of her workout friend Paul. I was in town for a few weeks to help my brother with some redecorating. It was a bit surprising how easily I fit in. They loved my sexy dress and I was perceived to be a naughty girl. That only got amplified when one of the girls, Gabrielle, whispered in my ear how turned on she was by my looks. She held my hand and pulled it under her skirt so I could touch her soaking snatch. And I don't know what got in to me but I licked my fingers clean seductively, which only made me hotter to her.

She had to go to the bathroom and suggested I come with her. She winked to the rest, so no one else came along. In the bathroom she almost jumped me and in seconds my head was under her skirt and I was eating her out. I made her cum three times and we both thought we had the better deal. She was willing to eat me out as well, but knowing I wasn't really wet in my fake vagina, I said I rather had the real thing in me.

She laughed and grabbed her purse and pulled a pink device out, sort of like an egg with an extension to push it deep in my vagina, leaving a tiny piece dangling out. I was shocked by how quickly she had it in me and she had me promise to keep it in all night unless I got laid by a guy, which I was pretty sure that was not going to happen. It made her so wet that I ate her out again, but this time when she almost came, the egg inside me started to vibrate.

It didn't matter my vagina was fake, the vibration was everywhere. My dick wanted instantly to grow, which it couldn't, but whatever I had down there had a need to cum. What I assumed was my prostate, was on fire, and then I erupted. I could feel moist leaking from my rear as well as from what had to come from my vagina. I knew that despite my dick not being able to grow, my balls had still emptied, and I wondered where that junk had gone. The tremendous pressure made my nerves tingle all the way to my fingers and my toes, and even my tongue, as I clamped down hard on her snatch.

My clearly urgent pressure on her womanhood pushed her over the edge as well, and I could feel us both tremble. Wow, she said, when we finally came down from our high, I could feel that vibration even in me, I've never seen anyone that taken by my little toy. I didn't know what to say, but I moaned when I felt her hand between my legs, as she collected my moist that she sucked from her hand in clear pleasure.

Quinn, she said, I may never need a man again if you'd share my bed. I'm falling in love with you real quickly. I could only nod, still not sure what had happened to me, but wishing already it would happen again. Next thing I know we were kissing and it overloaded my senses. The song about kissing a girl and liking it, went through my head. Was this wrong or was this right?

When we finally let go, at least I could tell she was just as confused. We started laughing but it was filled with nerves. Fixing up our lipstick actually gave me some time to recover. Somehow I had experienced the best sex of my life, but it was with another girl. No wait, I'm not really a girl, but as far as she's concerned, I am. If I were a guy it would have never been this good. Oh, forget it for now, tonight I was a girl and I would be for another two weeks. I'd worry about it then.

When we left the bathroom finally, I saw Linda on the floor with a guy, and her other friends as well. Two more guys were waiting for us at our table, and in seconds Gabrielle and I were dancing too. Simply accepting I was a woman tonight, I actually enjoyed being led across the floor. The guy, Adrian, knew what he was doing, and he clearly liked my dress as well, the way he was touching me. When a slow song came up, he held me tight against him, and when I looked in his eyes our lips touched. Then he kissed me and I didn't pull back. Both his hands on my butt and his tongue in my mouth, and suddenly my egg started to vibrate again.

I recognized the pressure, that was building in my body, better now, but I still had no defense. It looked like the tingling started sooner now, and I clamped down on his tongue. I had my hand behind his head and pulled him tighter into me, while my tongue was now ravaging him. In that position I came and my moan went straight into his mouth. He held on for dear life as my legs went weak, not letting go of me. Thank God the vibration stopped, but I was in a seriously problematic position.

I had come, in full force again, feeling moist running down my legs, while kissing a man, who was holding me tight, with an unmistakable hard-on. And I was holding on tight, as not to collapse on my still wobbling legs. When I slowly pulled my mouth from him, I caught Gabrielle's eye and she winked knowingly. Somehow she controlled the egg in me, I realized now, but the rest was all me.

When the song was over, Adrian led me from the floor. He was almost begging me to come with him towards the bathrooms, and he opened a door that said "All genders". It was clearly a bathroom that he locked behind me, but it had thick carpet on the floor, something you don't see normally. Quinn, he said, I would love to take you home with me and get more intimate, but the evening is too young still. I would love it if you would help me with my little problem here. And he pointed at the bulge in his pants. He was asking me to give him a hand job? I was about to walk out, when my egg started to vibrate again, softer than before, but still messing up my thoughts. Sure, I said, before I could stop it, and I knew I couldn't back out now.

He had his pants open already and his hard dick flopped out. I sat down on my knees, trying to figure out how to jerk him off, when suddenly the vibration inside me increased. I gasped audibly and with my mouth open I inhaled his beast as he moved it forward. I couldn't move back because he'd put his hand behind my head and breathing out my lips closed around it. My egg went wild now and I knew I had no chance fighting my upcoming orgasm. Just like before when I kissed him, I pulled him deeper in me and started sucking. I heard him moan, and in my attempt to stop my own orgasm, my mouth did everything right to start his.

It was like a runaway train, you simply can't stop it, no matter how hard you try, and when he erupted I lost my own battle. We both came, and my mouth filled with his gunk and I could only swallow it away. His orgasm didn't last long and when he stopped squirting my own vibration finally stopped as well. He pulled out of my mouth and I could hear the plop from the vacuum that he had pulled in my mouth. In a hard gulp of air I swallowed all that was left in my mouth.