It took until her "send off to her new job" party before I told her my secret. Of course we were both drunk after everybody else had left. The party was purposely close to her apartment, so she could walk home. I had a thirty minute drive, but was in no position to operate a vehicle.



In the few years we worked together we became good friends. I wasn't like most guys in the office, who tried to get in her panties. I was just amazed of what she was wearing over it. So when she invited me to stay over that night, I wasn't thinking sex.



We talked about it though, and that's when I confessed I'd rather be a woman like her than the man I was. Then why, she asked, didn't I act on it?



It's not that easy. I was afraid what people would think, at work, my family, my friends, heck, her most of all. It actually upset her, that I would think she wouldn't stand by her friend. But she finally understood why we got along so well, I acted more like a girl friend than a guy friend.



So we used our night together to explore my female side. I got to try some of her clothes but it was clear pretty soon that she wanted me to try more than I dared. And she stated, with her switching to a different job, we could still see each other, but her needs were more for a girl than guy friend. A bestie, she said.



So, I went much further than I was ready for, going completely hairless, practicing makeup, walking in stockings and heels, wearing a corset. Yet my fantasy up until now was to add just an inch. Very small breasts, that is.



Small enough that no one would notice under my male clothes. But big enough for me to play with at night or in the shower. More than anything else did it define femininity for me.



And she had right the solution for me. A cream. Very expensive. She had used it to grow her own just a tad bigger for a special occasion. There was enough left to give me my inch, she thought. And she applied the first layer. It felt like a rash, hot and uncomfortable. But it swelled up indeed. Once it settled in a few hours I'd get layer two. And maybe there was enough for a third.



We did sleep together, in her bed. But there was no sex. Just two female friends sharing a bed. I was in one of her silk nighties, and with my swollen nipples it was the best feeling in the world. She applied the last layer in the morning while I was still asleep, and when I woke up I had my wish. An inch it was, not even an A-cup, but definitely breasts.



There's one thing dressing up as a woman while quite tipsy, if not drunk, but it's a whole different experience waking up with breasts, a wig and totally hairless in a sexy nighty. With a hangover... what the heck had I done?



Thank goodness Lilly was there, before I freaked out. She brought me strong coffee and got me in a hot shower. Using her soap on my new boobs, as small as they were, I knew I had always been right. My whole body tingled from sensations never felt before, and I wondered if it could even get better.



She had me dress in what I could only call a school uniform skirt and a white blouse over a bra with a bit of padding, giving me perhaps an A-cup. We were two girls, and over breakfast she asked me if I wanted to stay for the day and another night. It wasn't even a question.



Not sure why she had taken me on as her project, in the office we were friends yes, but nothing romantic or anything. Right now we were kissing, hugging and chatting like we've been best friends forever. Best female friends. And I wondered if she preferred girls over guys. Or was she simply in need of a BFF?



I was to stay a girl for the next two days, so I needed a female name. Deep inside me I knew what it was. Aurora. She loved it, it rolled off her tongue in a very sensual way, and every time she said it I felt a wave of satisfaction. How would I ever go back to being Aaron again?



We played hard that morning. Last night, drunk as we were, we did a good job in turning me into a woman. But now I had to be a woman. Walk the right way, in ever higher heels. Sit as a lady, practice my voice, which felt fairly natural, thank goodness, as it never was very deep.



She gave me makeup lessons, over and over, until I knew what I was doing at least. I learned to do my nails, changed outfits a few times, had to match them with accessories and we had great fun together, until the doorbell rang.



Shit, was all Lilly could say, that must be my mom. Stay in character, darling!

That scared me right away. I had gained some confidence over the hours, but that was gone in seconds. I knew her mom would see right through me.



But she didn't. She was lovely, treating me as one of Lilly's friends, not once sensing something off. Lilly's brother, who had driven her over, and came in a few minutes later was a different story. He gawked at me, looked me up and down, and paid specific interest in the white stockings I was wearing and my high heeled white sandals. I was wearing my schoolgirl skirt again, but I had a waist cincher now, with garters under the skirt, because Lilly had felt I needed to know the feeling of sexy lingerie.



And Jack's staring eyes made me very aware of the sexy stuff suddenly. I was flattered and scared to death at the same time, not sure which one controlled the expression on my face. But when he stuttered a bit when Lilly introduced us, I suddenly realized the power women have over guys, with just a bit of flirtation.



For some reason he could not say my name decently, so he called me Aura, and for a similar reason I liked my name like that as well. We soon chatted like we'd known each other for awhile.



At some point Lilly explained that she and her mom needed to go shopping for a few hours, for some professional suits to wear in her new job. And she asked her brother to entertain me, while they were gone. He agreed without even hesitating. He suggested we all meet up at the mall later for lunch. Lilly caught my panicked look at that, but she gave me a sorry smile, nothing she could do about it. I would be going out in public later, with a guy, for the first time in my life as a girl.



Thank goodness Jack turned out to be quite a gentleman. We chatted some more, finding out we both rooted for the same teams, and suddenly we had a date the next day to watch a baseball game. He would take both Lilly and me, and perhaps bring a friend.



For some reason he wanted to buy me a jersey to wear the next day, with the name and number of his favorite player, and suddenly I was outside and in his car, on our way to the mall. Perhaps it was best for me, because I had already started fretting about having to leave at some point, and now I was out there before I could freak out.



Turns out, I had fun. Nobody saw me as anything else but a woman. And he wasn't going cheap on the jersey. I really liked the way it was cut for a girl and it looked great on me. He wanted to know if there was any shop I was interested in, so I said "La Vie En Rose". Lilly had told me she had bought the breast cream at that shop in the mall, and I wanted to buy a new container for her, since she used up her last stuff on me.



I was shocked to see it was an erotic shop, and Jack seemed even more in awe with me. But I went in like I knew what I was doing. We browsed for a bit until I found the cream. They only had the extra strength version and it was almost $200. But I really wanted to pay Lilly back, so I took it and wanted to go to the register. Not quite what Jack had in mind though.



He had spotted a very sexy dress and he wanted me to try it on. It was faux leather I think, in a very shiny light gray color. A tight bodice but with a skirt with some flare. A club dress I thought, or something sexy for the bedroom.



I had no choice but to try it, and I was embarrassed that I had to ask him to come inside the dressing room to zip me up. It was a pretty good fit actually, if I only had a bit more breasts. He told me to wait, as he'd seen a matching bra, and out he was again. I liked the look of the sexy dress on me, as I posed in front of the mirror. And suddenly I could feel myself grow hard.



That's when Jack came back with a bra and panties, both in the same material as the dress. He told me to turn around so he could unzip me. When the dress dropped to the floor my bra came off as well and I felt a bit ashamed about the little bit of boobs I had. But Jack had suddenly his arms around me and started massaging them.



I can't believe how good that felt. Better than this morning when I was soaping them myself. That's when I realized he was using some cream. The breast growing cream! Extra strength...



There was nothing I could do to stop him. My breasts already started to swell up. Much bigger than before. And where it had been uncomfortable the night before, it felt really good now, and a moan escaped from my mouth. He saw it as a sign to continue and he used even more of the cream and my tits started heating up rapidly.



The pleasure shot straight to my crotch and my hard-on that had started before only grew. As did Jack's, as I could clearly feel something prick in my back. When he finally took his hands off my breasts he pushed my upper body toward the mirror and I had to catch myself with my hands against it.



Suddenly I saw myself in a very awkward position, bent over, with my stockinged legs spread a bit, and real breasts now hanging down from my chest. And in the mirror I saw his pants were down, and I felt my panties being pulled aside. That's when I felt him put some cream around my anus. And before I could protest he pushed something in.



It hurt, and I gasped out a loud breath, but he soothed me with soft words that everything would be okay. The intruder moved around inside me for a bit and slowly the pain turned into something else. I spread my legs some more to give him room, and suddenly he was much deeper inside. I could not stop a moan escape from my mouth. He took that as my consent and he started massaging my breasts again with more cream.



It was an onslaught from two sides. In the mirror I saw myself, naked breast being squished and caressed, in garters, stockings and high heels, legs spread for my man who was now pumping inside me. And my body was pushing back at him, trying to take him in deeper. Did this make me a slut?



I could not answer my own question, as my brain shut off. My own vision was suddenly so sexy, his arms around me, his face in deep concentration,  that I wanted him to cum. Inside me. And sexy words started coming from my mouth. Yes baby. Fuck me baby. Yes I love it. Mmmmmm. I felt like a woman and wanted to cum with him.



That thought sent me over the edge and I came hard in my panties. I barely suppressed a scream so good it felt. But Jack was not done yet. Knowing I had cum already, he concentrated on his own pleasure now and took me for a ride. There was nothing gentle anymore in the way he was plowing in and out of me. And I loved every second of it. When he finally came and shot his junk inside me, he squeezed my nipples hard, and this short circuited my body and send me over the edge again.



As we came down to earth I realized my second orgasm had had nothing to do with my own dick. I came from the pressure he had built inside me, from the assault on my nipples, the massaging of my still swollen breasts. I had come as a woman, was all I could think.



By now he had slipped out of me and he pushed my legs closer so he could pull my panties down. But in my euphoria my alarm bells went off way too late. He would see my dick...



When I looked down at my own crotch I could tell, not only had he seen my dick, he had wrapped something around it, some metal contraption. He said, one dick is enough between us babe, and you clearly don't need yours to come.



He used my panties to clean me, both front and back. Then he had me step into my new panties that he had brought in, and he also wrapped the new bra around me. The combination with the cream had given me a B-cup at least, and with the built-in padding my new dress should fit perfectly. And that was exactly right, after he had pulled it up on me again, and zipped me in.



You will get some looks now, he said, but remember, you're my girl now. Yes, was all I could whisper. I sort of wanted my schoolgirl skirt again, so that I wouldn't look so sexy, but part of me was proud to be his goddess. In the end I settled with pulling on my white blouse again, but not using the buttons, just tied it in a knot around my waist. The leather bodice was still very visible, but hidden enough to not set off every male around.



Jack paid for everything, including the breast cream, and we walked hand in hand through the mall. I was in a daze, but finally asked him how he knew. He said, he had seen a small bulge, but when I had told him about his sister's cream I had used up, he figured I had started out with no breasts. So he had gotten the chastity cage, which would prevent even a small bulge from forming. I would easily get used to it, he said, as it wouldn't come off, as long as we were together.



So I was his girlfriend now and somehow I felt comforted by that. It showed I could pass as a woman and I already knew I would have sex as a woman with him as well, and I looked forward to the next time.



We passed a salon, and he looked at his watch, nodded, and pulled me inside. An hour and a half later I had hair extensions that replaced my wig, beautiful and very impractical nails, and my face was made up professionally. It would last for two months they promised. That's when I finally panicked. How would I go back to work on Monday, with breasts, long hair and makeup?



Jack wasn't worried. Why would they care what I looked like, especially since I looked so good. And if they did mind, he knew a place where I could work and they would happily hire me. Before I could object we ran into Lilly and her mother.



Lilly took a double take when she recognized me. They complimented me on pretty much everything. I was still confused, as I had not been able to refuse anything that Jack had suggested.

Jack and his mother tried to secure a table at one of the restaurants in the food court, as Lilly and I went to the bathroom. The ladies room.



I told her everything that had happened, from Jack finding out about me, loving it apparently, and taking my virginity in the dressing room. When I sat down to pee I realized I had forgotten to tell her about the cage. And when I did, she frowned. Was I okay with that? Knowing that Jack had control over that part of my body? I shrugged my shoulders, as I was actually happy that I couldn't embarrass myself while wearing a skirt.



Lunch was fun. I was surprised how easily I fit into their little family, like they'd known me my whole life. Afterwards, Jack took his mom back home, after telling me he would pick us up the next day for the ballgame. Lilly declined, saying she still had some paperwork to do for her new job. And Jack winked it would then just be the two of us.