The girls had the same flaming hair, though different hairstyles. They had orange eyebrows and lips, and their makeup was flawless like mine. But I could easily recognize them as my friends, as they both cried out, Lola! Is that you?

Their faces were stunned and I laughed out loud, and it sounded wonderful. Of course it's me, silly. Somehow, in that huge revealing moment, in that surprise, first for myself, then by my friends, I had forgotten that under all this was still Brian, a boy that people only recognized by my small size. Now, as Lola, I felt confident suddenly, in my striking beauty, my voice that finally fit me, and my friends with huge smiles on their faces. I got up from my chair and we did a threesome hug, and all just felt well.

That's when Gemma suddenly said, oh Lola, you got some curves!

They pulled away, and started looking at my body now, rather than my face. When I put my hands on my hips, jokingly, to model myself, I knew she was right. My waist was narrow, and I had hips suddenly. When I looked back into the mirror, I could clearly see how much better the dress fell. That's when Mrs Marlin spoke up.

Yes. Well. About that. Your falsies were maybe good for a night out, but in a sporting event you would easily lose them, which would not help the team of course. And those rubber panties, again, you could have easily gotten in a situation where your genitals would be crushed. I had this bodysuit still, because I bought it too small some time ago, for a transgender woman. It was a perfect fit for you, and it added some padding in the right places, while protecting your, ehhh, manhood. Your breasts will behave like real ones, so I advise to use a good sports bra while running etcetera. Next week we can remove it again, but you can keep wearing it as long as you want.

I noticed that Baby wanted to say something, but Mrs Marlin silenced her with just a stare. She continued. The bodysuit requires an absolute smooth skin, so we used a laser to remove your hair. You were a bit dizzy but you agreed on that. For convenience we included your arms and legs as well, but due to a miscommunication, and she stared at Baby again, your face and head were also lasered.

To be honest, I had no idea what she was trying to tell with the laser thing. Carla was a bit smarter than me though, as she said, wait, his head? Does that mean his hair won't grow back?

That is correct, Mrs Marlin said. Expect a few stray hairs perhaps, but with our brand new laser the first session covers 98% of all hair. Once Lola goes back to being Brian he will be bald, although we offer three free wigs over time as compensation. There's not much we can do however if he wants to grow a beard.

Right now I felt like Lola, so this apparent problem was someone else's to deal with. I just wanted to get back to the team and win this competition. So I said, first things first, I want our team to win, and if the others look just like the three of us, then this salon has done a magnificent job in getting us ready. So my thanks to you, and we deal with the fallout later.

Mrs Marlin finally had a smile on her face, and she said, thank you Lola, that's the spirit. If you need anything this week, anything at all, feel free to come by, and I will personally help you. Then she stepped in to give me a hug, and she whispered in my ear, win that trophy please, I didn't manage twelve year ago, and I will be eternally grateful.

After that we met up with the rest of the team, who were practicing already on some of the challenges that come back every year. They all looked great and together we looked fierce. They were all amazed by my looks and Rachel took me apart for a second, thanking me for being such a trooper.

We headed for bed early, as the next day's first challenge was before lunch. But both Carla and me wanted to get a good look at my body first, and I wanted to try on some of the lingerie that I had dismissed just the night before. When I dropped all of my clothes and stood in front of the full size mirror, did I realize the impact that some of the padding had on me.

First of, my breasts looked very realistic, and Carla who stood naked now as well next to me, compared mine with hers. The shape was different but the essence was the same. You could not tell that mine were fake. Carla felt the weight of my breast in her hand, and her own with her other, then she encouraged me to do the same. Hers were warm and soft, yet perky, and mine were warm as well, feeling just as soft and standing proudly on my chest. The only difference was that Carla gasped when I held her breast, and I felt nothing.

She tried to find the seams of the suit, but there was nothing there. She could not tell where the suit stopped and my real skin started. I had a slight idea, as the thin extra skin reduced the sensitivity slightly, but I kept my mouth shut, enjoying her touch on me.

We both wondered how my waistline was so slim. It's easy to add some padding but how do you remove inches? It's then that I remembered how they had tightened it like a corset before they sealed it somehow with heat. My breathing had been affected for awhile but I had gotten used to it. My hips and buttocks were padded in just the right places, and again, Carla's touching to find out what was real and what not, was very enjoyable.

I decided to touch her back in exactly the same way, and she enjoyed that clearly as well. But when I accidentally brushed her pussy, I realized how wet she was. A moan escaped from her mouth now, and she touched me back in a similar way. Her finger probed my own pussy, and I felt an foreign thrill, as a slight moan came from my mouth as well.

Things changed now, as she pushed more fingers inside me that went way deeper. I wondered why I was so sensitive there, until I realized that somewhere below my manhood was apparently stimulated. Although I didn't feel any of the familiar stiffening of my member, the only reaction apparently was a heat starting inside my pussy.

My legs started wobbling and I let myself sink on the bed. Then Carla pushed me back down on the mattress and spread my legs. Somehow she was pushing more in me and even deeper, thanks to my position, probing them in and out. She added her tongue and instead of cooling me down, I got on fire. I started bucking my hips into her, and then I heard myself scream as a massive orgasm hit me.

I could feel it in my toes, my fingers, my nose and my ears. Even my tongue and my teeth were tingling. Is this the feeling when they say that all their nerves are on fire? I don't know, I simply enjoyed the ride, as slowly my body came back to earth. And suddenly Carla's body was on top of me, and her tongue deep inside my mouth.

I had no resistance. I have liked this girl since I met her, and had accepted that our friendship was purely academic. Yet, now that I was a girl, she was all over me. Was it she was simply into girls? Or the touching we did together just set her off? I stopped caring and started enjoying. Slowly I got my tongue in her mouth, tasted her fresh brush, touching her perfect teeth, feeling her desire.

Her tongue was so much more agile than mine, stronger, more flexible, as she twisted hers around mine. She took over my movements and I just gave in. There's worse things than a beautiful girl ravaging your mouth. When she finally pulled away to take a deep breath, a moan escaped from me, and suddenly we were both laughing. It broke the ice so to say, and she slipped off me, laying next to me, but holding on possessively.

We were both quiet for awhile, coming back down to earth. She finally broke the silence, apologizing for her actions. I laughed it off, telling her she made me cum like I never came before, and that I hoped she'd do it many times more. That's when she confessed that she'd never been into boys, although she really enjoyed studying together with me. But apparently girls had not been her thing either, so she had simply assumed she was asexual. Until yesterday that was...

The day before, when she had hugged me after I had agreed to become a girl for a week, she had felt a buzz in her body. And slowly feminizing me kept that thrill growing. Then when she saw me in the salon, she realized for the first time in her life that she lusted for someone. And being naked tonight and touching each other, knowing her friend was in a body that she had helped create, had simply turned on a horniness never experienced before. And although subsided, that feeling was still inside her.

I told her I was really in a similar situation. No girl ever wanted to be with a boy my size. Her wanting to study with me was the first time any girl ever showed interest in me, and even though it wasn't physical, I still enjoyed it every day. And in highschool one time a boy made a move on me, thinking I'd be a perfect sub for him, but when he forced a kiss from me, I ran faster than ever.

And today in the salon, when I realized I was the pretty girl that I saw in the mirror, I felt a confidence I never had before. Being part of a team, treated like any of the other girls, not being an outcast, and for the first time in my life feeling sexy, was a new experience that I was thoroughly enjoying. And then cumming in a way like never before.. even if this was only for a week, I wanted us to fuck as much as possible.

Somehow my hand had rested on her pussy, and while saying these words she started leaking, wetting my hand. I don't know why, but I pulled my hand away and licked it clean, and got a delicious taste of her. I pulled out of her grip and positioned myself between her legs and kissed her womanhood.

The reaction was instant as more fluids started dripping. I licked her clean, now sucking the drops eagerly. Then I plunged my tongue inside her. She exploded instantly, no warning, no moan, just a huge push back straight into my face, as the floodgates opened. I was literally drinking her as I tried to gain control. I pushed one, two, three fingers into her, but not until my fourth was deep inside her, did she subside. I was essentially moving all of my hand except for my thumb inside her, while sucking now on her swollen clit, as her movements started matching mine. And for the first time in my life did I make a woman orgasm, under my control.

With my fingers blocking most of her opening her high pressured fluids now squirted out of her, and I managed to catch it in my mouth, as it hit the back of my throat. Her body that had all stiffened up a second ago slowly started relaxing and I knew she was feeling what I had felt just minutes before, an earth shattering orgasm. And I found that giving one was just as satisfying as receiving one.

She pulled me back next to her. Then she started licking her own moist from my face, until we finally locked in a French kiss again, during which we shared the wonderful taste back and forth. When we finally pulled away, she said, I think I'm in love. Not having ever experienced anything alike I could just manage to say, yes...

We crawled under the blanket and fell asleep naked in each other's arms. I didn't know what love was, but I was learning real fast. I was dreaming about her, then about us, and in my dream I was still Lola. And my first worry came out. What would happen next week when I would be Brian again.

Waking up, her arm was around me, as her body was spooning me top to bottom. I felt a surge of happiness, was this what it meant to be in love? Surely there was more to it? But I felt so safe, so content, so wanted, desired, all kind of new feelings never experienced before. And when she finally moved, it was to kiss me in my neck, and I realized I just wanted to be hers.

I managed somehow to turn around and kiss her back and we both enjoyed this wonderful new feeling. The sex last night was great, but this closeness was love. I love you too, I said, and tears from happiness rolled from her eyes, which I kissed away.

We took a shower together, which was more practical than erotic. Some of her cum was in my hair and she needed to teach me real quickly about female hygiene and cleanliness. Even though my hair was a wig, due to the glue I could still feel all tangles, as she brushed them out. She explained how best to dry my hair, and I got a practical lesson in wrapping my hair in a towel and then my body in one. Having breasts definitely helped in keeping the towel in place, like I've seen in movies sometimes.

Breakfast was with the team and dressed in yoga pants and tops we picked up Gemma, a few floors below. Her roommate cheered us, only now realizing that the whole team apparently was fire red. As Carla knew her they chatted a bit, and Gemma pulled me aside. Yesterday she had slowly become my BFF, and the first thing she said was, you two had sex?

I didn't know it was that obvious but I nodded, saying it was the best I had ever experienced, and she wanted to know all details, which I happily shared.

Luckily it wasn't so obvious to the rest of the team, so the breakfast was a good team building opportunity. Apparently the first challenge in the competition was line dancing, and everyone was to participate. Not into country music, I had never done it, and during the bit of practice it didn't look good for me. I'm just not a country girl.

When we arrived at the outdoor stage where we'd do our first task, we found we were not the only ones who had painted their hair. The Ice team all had light blue hair, which actually looked quite good on them. The line dance competition however was not what we expected. It was an Irish line dance.

We all had to wear special shoes, like tap dancers use. All twenty-four of us stood in one line, as we got a fifteen minute introduction. Long story short, the guy in front of us would make a tap move, and we had all to mimic it. The first one to fail would drop out with one point, the next would get two points, etc. The best dancer would get two bonus points, and the second best one extra point.

As much as I sucked in country dancing, simply because there was a lot of hip swaying and body movements, and I simply did not have that much control over my female curves yet, as easily I took on the Irish style. Essentially keep your body as still as possible and only move the legs in the correct rhythm. In each round guys and girls around me were dropping off, sometimes two, if they couldn't determine who had made the mistake first. But I thought it was easy even, glad though to have a tight top on, so my breasts didn't shake up and down.

In the end it was just me and Gemma left, our small stature simply giving an advantage. As a team we had won already and I was going to give Gemma the win, but she beat me to it, and "accidentally" stumbled. So I won the whole thing as well, under loud cheers of the thousands of students that were watching and trying out some of the steps.