Jane

I heard soft footfalls coming down the stairs and steeled myself. Blake had every reason to hate me, and with the motherload of post-nut clarity - and using the hourglass to partially turn myself back - I knew I had gone too far.

Still, seeing my fiance stand there in one of his shirts and a pair of my panties peeking out from beneath was too hot to ignore. It was also fascinating; I hadn't expected that.

"H-hey," he said, his slender fingers rising to his throat as he forced a cough. "Hey... What's going on?" Even his voice was changed, sounding not quite effeminate, but not masculine either. Just androgynous, like how before puberty everyone sounds pretty similar.

I walked over to him, noting our similar heights. His eyes immediately dashed to my chest, but the gaze was different. Instead of some kind of sexual hunger, he was just taking in the changes. "Yeah, they're smaller," I confirmed for him. "Not back to what they were, but those melons last night were too much. As for you..."

Blake looked at me with baited breath, my trailed off sentence hung in the air. A minute or two went by before he sighed and folded his arms across his chest. "What happened to me? Was it that hourglass you were talking about?"

I nodded. "Yeah. I guess when you moved it off the bed you bumped the glass. So I stopped changing, and you started changing. It was set to make whoever touches it more feminine, but I stopped it when you got that far."

"You mean when I had no dick? Yeah it turns out none of my underwear fit me like this, so I had to grab your panties."

"Well, you don't have a pussy either. Just a hole for peeing, I imagine. You look both male and female like that, just balanced out." I looked him over, noting just how androgynous he was. "Does it feel weird? Or bad?"

Blake sighed, pulling out a chair at the counter and sitting down. His shoulder length brown hair flipped about as he turned to face me, his face having a mild pout. "No, it doesn't. Well, it's weird not having a dick, and not being even remotely horny. Seeing you like that isn't doing anything for me, and I don't think anything would get me going like this." His graceful fingers slid through his hair as he looked away, and he worked his silky smooth feet against the leg of the chair. "But no, it's not bad. And I can see why this would be fun and I want to mess around with it. But you shouldn't have used it without me, or without telling me what was going on. That wasn't fair."

His gaze was locked on mine, a cool steel that chilled me. I nodded. "Yeah... I fucked up on that. I'm sorry." He chuckled and nodded, and the warmth in his smile told me that we were fine, but I still knew that wasn't ok. I had to make it up to him, somehow. "What would you want to do with it? I owe you for yesterday, so, whatever you want to do, let's do it."

The pause and slight stagger as he seemed caught off guard by my offer made even me pause. Was that what he wanted? Though, a small blush crept across his cheeks and he nodded. "I have... something in mind. Give you a taste of what I am feeling."

I raised a brow, gesturing at the hourglass that I had set up on the kitchen counter this morning. "Well, go ahead." He shook his head, and I walked over to it instead. It was still set to me, but I had turned it to its side and that seemed to halt its changes. Which was good, because I had been using it to reduce my breasts and femininity, so it had been draining sand toward the masculine side.

"Turn the hourglass so that you become male." The confidence in his voice shone through even despite how softly he now spoke. I glanced over at him, and he seemed resolute, so meekly I turned the hourglass and watched as the pink grains of sand started tumbling toward the side with the plate adorned in golden figures of men. "You're going to let this run until I say otherwise."

"What about going out?"

"You'll wear my clothes, or we'll get you your own. You are still between jobs, so we don't have a rush."

I looked down at myself as Blake hopped off the chair and started making us breakfast. It felt like my breasts were already shrinking into the pathetic nothingness I had before, like I'd just be some skinny girl instead of a proper woman. But that depended on how long Blake wanted this to change me, and I might not be a skinny girl, I could end up a boy. A man. The thought made me shudder.

Blake busied himself with making breakfast. "You know, I feel very light and focused like this." He hadn't turned around, but there was a tone of mild amusement in his voice. "I mean, sure, waking up a good hundred-and-fifty pounds less than yesterday makes you feel light... add in a bit for losing my dick to only have a pisshole..." The look he shot back at me could have killed, but his smile quickly returned. "But I feel unbothered by anything sexual or physical. I'm just here, focusing on the task at hand."

"What, like you're asexual?"

He paused to consider his words, and then turned around. In his hands was a frying pan with scrambled eggs already prepared that he started sliding into plates. "No, at least, I don't think so. I still am down for sex, but..." Using the pan like an oversized and poorly shaped pointer he gestured at the hourglass. "Male and female, right? But very oversexualized male and female depictions. So I was wondering if that contributes to what is desired sexually. If you become more male, do you want sex to be more from the male side, and vice versa?"

"So since you're in the middle..." My question trailed off, and I took the silence to shove some eggs in my mouth. This plate was too full, there was no way I'd finish though I had to at least make a show of it for him.

"Since I'm in the middle, I still have a sex drive, but I neither want the male penetrator role, nor the female role where I would get penetrated."

"Uh-huh. You sound like a nerd."

Blake looked mildly offended, and gestured at the hourglass. The sand was far less pink than before, darkening into a purple. When did that happen? How had I not noticed the time passing? "Well, you'll know for yourself soon enough."

I looked down at my body. Still female, and remarkably close to my normal figure. Tentatively I pressed my finger against my breast to ensure it was still there. It was, but only barely. I frowned at Blake. "So are you going to make me like you?"

"Hmm?" He poked at his food, glancing at me out of the corner of his eye.

"Sexless?" I fidgeted, getting agitated at the seeming obliviousness he was showing.

"Oh that. You'll see. I have a plan, don't worry."

I sighed, shaking my head and trying to ignore the reduction in the length and volume of locks swishing about my head. I had to change the subject; I had to distract myself. "So, it's Saturday, and you're off work today and tomorrow, right?"

He nodded, looking up at me finally. "Yeah, exactly. I go back on Monday, and we've got this huge project going on next week. Honestly, I might end up staying late during the week with the team, our deadlines are insane."

"Another analysis and consultation?"

"No, not this time. We got the contract a couple months ago, and they just approved the labor, so we are actually developing the application now. The pay is really good, just a lot of programming and planning to get done. You know how it is, a new client wants a fancy new app on everyone's phone that can do everything under the sun and more, but for once we got a client that is willing to pay for that!"

He chuckled, a light and musical sound with his softened tone and smiled at me. He took my plate, which I hadn't even noticed I'd finished eating. I watched Blake clean from behind, scrubbing the dishes while his panty clad ass peeked out from under his shirt. My tongue ran over my lips subconsciously, and a stray thought about what a cute housewife he would be flickered through my head.

It took a few minutes before I even realized that that thought was completely foreign to me. I paused and thought for a moment. It'd make sense for Blake to be the housewife, right? After all, he wouldn't be able to work after he got pregnant.

That was when the severity of the changes hit me like a bucket of cold water. I glanced at the hourglass, and for a moment sighed in relief. It was still very purple, but still more pink than blue. Blake drummed his fingers against the glass, and I looked back at the sand. It didn't change color, and it was still getting pinker.

Like a scene in a horror movie, I slowly looked down my front, pulling open the robe I'd been wearing that laid suspiciously flat. My chest was as I worried, flatter than even usual, with small male nipples. The sight between my legs only confirmed things further: a cock, with the smallest pair of balls nestled up behind it. I gently brushed a finger against it, letting out a pleasured sigh before flinching. I looked up at Blake again.

"Yeah, you're a guy officially. Notice how you got distracted, and only thought about my work? That's what I meant." His fingers slid down into the front of his panties and he gently prodded into the soft flesh within. He blushed, quickly turning to rinse off his fingers. "That's... something. Feels nice though..."

"Wait," I floundered, trying to find my words while ignoring my voice being no longer light and womanly, but instead a bit more gruff. "How are we both changing?"

Blake shook his head, running his fingers through his slightly longer hair. "You're not changing. While you were distracted I touched the hourglass. We're going to run an experiment."

I stood up, reaching for the strange artifact. "No no no, let's stop this, please..."

Gingerly pulling it out of reach, he sighed. "You wanted to make it up to me? Here's how. We need to know what this thing does. So you're going to sit there with male anatomy and hormones and everything, but not much. I'm going to keep changing into a girl. We're going to compare if that insane horniness last night was just how long you spent changed, or how severe the changes got."

I stood before him as a slim effeminate man, barely a man, but still a man. Blake's crotch drew my eyes again. The soft, puffy bulge that was so unlike a masculine bulge looked so natural on his soft figure. My eyes traced over his soft skin surrounding that panty line, the delicious pale flesh--

"Eyes up here," he voice gently chided. Blushing, I forced my gaze up to his eyes. "Come on, let's watch a movie; we need the distraction." Confidently he led the way to the living room, leaving the hourglass behind on the counter. I watched it, knowing a quick tap on the glass would fix this, start me moving back towards womanhood and the figure I wanted, that I needed.

I crashed onto the couch, sprawling against the back cushions. Blake eyed me up, before shifting closer on the couch to sit his hips against mine. The remote found its way onto my lap, and within moments I had some random romance that I had been interested in for weeks playing.

The minutes ticked by agonizingly slowly. The stress and pressure of knowing the changes were building up in Blake was distracting me from the movie, but every time I looked at him nothing seemed to have changed. I grumbled and sighed for what must have been the hundredth time.

With a healthy dose of side eye, Blake sighed as well. "Why don't you put something else on? Just go with your gut."

"Like what?" Blake shrugged, shifting position to sit more against me. I clicked through a few pages of movies and shows ready to stream. One stood out to me, some action movie; the cover proudly displayed an over muscled man carrying some impractically large gun in one hand while holding a beautiful girl in his other arm. I glanced at Blake but his long hair blocked more of his face.

I hit play but turned my attention back to my fiance as surreptitiously as I could. The long hair... Blake never had long hair. Sure, it was always shaggy, enough to be perfect for running fingers through but this was positively long. It was hard to tell given the position but it seemed to have surpassed the tops of his shoulders. I hesitantly stroked my fingers through it, rewarded with a soft purr. Blake looked up at me, batting eyelashes he didn't have moments ago before turning back to the movie.

With a deep breath I turned back to the movie. For being an uninspired flic where the plot started and stopped at 'I must shoot the bad guys so I get the girl', it actually wasn't terrible. I must've watched dozens of these action movies with Blake but this was the first one to stand out to me and capture my attention.

I leaned forward slightly as the intensity picked up, ignoring Blake stirring against me as I moved. Within a moment or so he settled again, and I was back in the movie. Explosions, firefights, the dramatic tension as the hero got shot; I drank it in like never before. The moment the hero wrapped his arm around the girl and pulled her against him, making out with her on the deck of the boat as the island exploded behind him was simply amazing.

The credits started to roll, and I blinked back to reality. Dramatic music full of drums and guitars was playing while the names scrolled by. Blake shuffled about on the couch, laying back on the opposite arm rest while his feet rested on my lap as I turned to face him.

I gasped, realizing just how much 'he' wasn't a he anymore. "B-Blake?" I stuttered, looking at the beautiful woman in front of me.

His... Her... Blake's finger twirled a loose strand of hair. "You know, 'Blake' doesn't feel quite right. I mean, with all of this, I'm definitely a girl, but still me. How about 'Blane'?" With a beautiful smile and a gesture down at... her body, I could clearly see what she meant. That oversized shirt Blake has come downstairs with? Even on her back, Blane was still clearly more endowed than I normally was. Between having a chest to speak of and all the repositioning, her hips were visible, slightly wider and pulling her panties taut across her flat crotch that revealed the edge of a pale smooth midriff above it. Her panties had shifted and clung to her figure, the tight stretch revealing the general shape and contour of her newly formed womanhood beneath.

It went beyond the wide sweeping changes I had begun to expect, as I looked into Blane's face. Perhaps the name change and the swap to feminine pronouns was so easy because of how much the little details had changed. This person in front of me looked like Blake, but less like him normally and more like a sister, or even a cousin.

"You're still you?" I could feel a tension pulling at me from within, a complicated mess of feelings. Blane nodded without any further explanation, watching me as I sorted this out. "You're... hot though? As a girl?"

She giggled, her fingers covering her lips in a gesture that I hadn't expected a born guy to know or do. "Well, thank you. I saw how you were watching that movie. You found that girl hot too, hmm?" I blushed red, turning aways as I nodded. "Interesting. Well, I found that guy hot, and I was certainly straight yesterday. So perhaps changing gender changes your orientation." Blane's had begun running circles across my lap, only letting the tips of my toes drag against my thighs. "I'll be honest, I'm a bit in the mood after watching that."

It was like a light switch flicked on in my head. All the times Blane brushed against me during the movie, her fingers touching me and the sideways looks she had been giving. She had even bitten her lip once, and I even missed that hint. I was as oblivious as a guy now, but even more to the point, I wanted her too, like how a guy wants a girl.

I pushed off the robe, looking down at myself. Completely flat, with no womanhood to speak of. The pain of being unremarkable seemed lessened. Breasts and curves weren't a priority as much, though seeing them on Blane was now a much higher priority.

The single brow raise that Blane left me confused, hesitant. With a smirk, she slowly peeled off her panties, letting every last little detail of her mound appear. I was entranced, unable to look away. I felt like a young adult that was about to have sex for the first time as a mystical air about the whole thing seemed present. With a gentle curl of her finger she beckoned me forward, and I took my position between her legs.

"Be careful," she whispered. A hint of fear laced through the shaky excitement in her voice. "It's my first time."

I nodded as I gently pushed my hips to hers. The soft give of her silky skin as it dragged against my sensitive cock, already swollen and hard, drove me wild. I leaned forward so that my hands could rest on her hips as I gave another experimental thrust. A strangled whimper escaped my lips from the spike of pleasure I felt, and I couldn't help but thrust again. During the fourth thrust I lost my control, gasping quietly as I could feel my cock twitching, my orgasm shaking my bones.

After a few seconds I glanced down at Blane. She looked... Well, at best she looked unimpressed, though it honestly could have been annoyance too. I frowned and pulled back, looking down at the scene. A singular splatter of transparent liquid as landed on Blane's thigh, with no sign I had even penetrated her.

"Not quite long enough," she commented, and for some reason the remark stung. I had to remind myself I wasn't a guy, that having any cock was too long. But as her fingers stroked over my shaft and she wiped away the last bead of my feeble cum from the tip, my own gender concerns melted away.

I scrambled up from the couch and glanced at where the hourglass sat, still draining sand toward the feminine side. Blane was waving me off toward it by the time I glanced back at her, and I rushed over to flip the glass toward the male side, feeling the magical spark of energy connect with me.

I hurried back to the couch, watching from beside her as Blane lazily ran her fingers over the edge of her labia. She glanced up at me, smirking as she nodded. "Well, we have to wait anyway. You ever think about eating a girl out?" I hadn't ever even considered it. Being a straight woman, at least formerly the thought wasn't even a possibility. But now it sounded nice... even enjoyable. I blushed red, glancing between her thighs. "Well, go on. You had your turn, let's see how this feels for me."