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Chapter 8

Blane

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I’d become human again hours ago. Being a hyper-masculine brute didn’t particularly lend itself to much pondering of the situation, especially when you become conscious with two girls in bed with you. Even as I continued to change, I just had to handle the moment to moment of life. Sheets were sticky, I was sticky, everyone was hungry. So for a moment, showering and laundry and cooking took up my conscious mind. I could tell I was ruminating on the everything that had happened in the last couple of days but only deep in the back of my mind.

Androgyny came and went, and then I was female again. Life stopped giving me distractions, Yuri had left for the day - still also a woman - and I could tell Jane was needing a talk. I gently turned the hourglass within its wooden housing, letting it rest on its side.

I turned and faced my fiance. “So, things have gotten a bit…”

While the word escaped me, Jane spoke up to help. Apparently she’d been actually thinking about this longer. “Wild?” She offered. “Freaky? Hot? Crazy? Really hot?”

I laughed at that last one. “Yeah, all of the above.” I sat down on the couch, acutely aware of the difference in my hips lending to closing my legs together. I brushed the hair out of my face and continued. “Jane, it’s one thing when we fuck around with our own bodies and have hot sex. It’s another thing when my coworker gets involved.”

Jane frowned, sitting next to me. “We all seemed to enjoy it, though. Nobody said for it to stop.”

“That’s not the problem. Or, rather, that is the problem. Sure, the hourglass made us all sex-crazed nymphos running around, but there was always someone not changed enough that could have said no. And when it came down to it, you and I were both clear headed enough that we could have said no.” I looked my fiance in the eyes. “We didn’t though. So did we cheat on each other? Or are we having threesomes now?”

She took my hand in hers and matched my gaze. “Blake… Blane… Whoever you feel like you are at all times, I love you. You are my fiance for a reason. Things got carried away this week. We can put the hourglass away, or just use it for us. We don’t have to involve anyone else if it’ll make you uncomfortable, ever.”

Now it was my turn to frown. “That’s the problem though. What if I want more wildness? Does that make me a bad fiance for you?”

There was an awkward pause, and then Jane laughed. “Wait, is that the issue? You want to keep having wild sex and being irresponsible with it, and you’re worried I won’t approve?” I nodded meekly, and Jane only laughed more. “I want more freaky crazy sex too! Hell, I want to mess around with the hourglass so much, and I’m sure it won’t be hard to get Yuri or whoever into it!”

“You’re sure you’re not mad?”

“I have had the best sex of my life in the last few days. Of course I’m not mad.” Jane kissed me on the cheek, and then after a pause on the lips. I kissed back, pulling my wife onto my lap. “Oh,” she whispered after we broke the kiss, snuggling together. “I bet I have a few friends I could rope into this.”

I laughed and shook my head. “Hey, I’m not necessarily out here hunting for orgies. Whatever happens, happens.”

“Right, and if you just happened to come home to one waiting for you, then it happens!”

Things felt better, albeit strange, as I laughed and cuddled Jane. Our bodies felt soft together in a way we really hadn’t experienced yet, and with neither one of us oversexed this actually felt ok. I wasn’t needing a cock in me or needing to breed someone. I also wasn’t so far down this hyper-fertility “only want to be bred” pipeline that the idea of holding my still-female fiance was really nice.

“So, are we lesbians now?” Apparently Jane was having similar thoughts, considering her question.

I kissed along her jawbone and her neck. “I think we’re just us, and just together. But right now, in these bodies? Yeah, we’re lesbians.”

She chuckled, running her fingers across the point in my t-shirt where my nipples poked through. “I like that, going with the flow. We’re whatever our bodies are, just together.”

My phone chimed from across the room, and I groaned as I got up to check it. “And here we were about to discover scissoring,” I chuckled. Truth be told, the idea of an entire date as lesbian lovers - complete with the ‘dessert’ afterwards - was quite tempting. I swiped open my phone and checked my messages. “Looks like Yuri is adjusting quite well,” I remarked, bringing the phone back to show Jane the picture and comment I’d just received.

Jane’s eyes nearly bugged out of her head. “Damn, she’s hardly been a girl and already she’s dressing like she wants attention.”

I shrugged, bobbing my head in the direction of the picture. “Look at her, I think she loves her girl self. That figure, that hair? Heck, I’m sure those eyes could get any guy to do whatever she wants.”

With a tilt of her head, it was like Jane was trying to find a better angle to evaluate the picture. “Yeah, I can see that.” She looked up at me, giving me an odd look. “We’re both girls right now, but you clearly have more of a grasp of the male side.”

Waiving her off, I shrugged. “Eh, I’ve just spent my whole life as a guy. I see these things. I know how guys would look at a girl.”

Jane had a weird look on her face that slowly morphed into a grin. “Hey, now that’s an idea…” She got out of the bed standing next to me with her hand on the hourglass. The shade of pink in the sands shifted slightly to a different shade as the magic responded to her touch. After a moment of letting her fingers linger on the glass bulb, she turned it and the sand started falling down toward the male base plate.

“You want to be a man?” I asked, watching my chances at scissoring my fiance slipping away faster and faster.

“Don’t worry,” she explained, “I’m not going to turn into a brain dead cock with a body attached.” Her hand waved lazily in my general direction. “I was just thinking I’d try the other side for a while, sort of like how you are being a normal girl.”

I tilted my head. “A while? How long are you planning?”

Jane grinned, kissing my forehead. “However long I feel like it, Blaine. Just like you’ll stay that way for as long as you feel like it.”

That was the note the conversation ended on. For the rest of the day, we went about our normal business: dishes to be washed, laundry to be folded, and the various messes we’d been making - or at the very least had been ignoring with all of our various activities - had to actually be scrubbed out of the furniture. And during it all Jane slowly became less feminine, then Jane became Jake, and eventually Jake became more masculine.

Eventually he reached out, turning the hourglass when it had reached a mellow blue. Jake rubbed his chin, chuckling at the stubble that had already been forming. “Damn, I guess I’ll have to shave.” He smiled at me, and I could feel a small flutter in my gut at the handsome guy looking at me. “What do you think? Normal enough?”

I couldn’t help but to blush as I answered. “Well, you’re too handsome to be normal. But yes, you look good, but not a sex icon.”

“Hey! It’s not nice to say a girl isn’t a sex icon.”

I smirked, tapping my finger lightly onto Jake’s nose. Based on his sudden blush and the rapid reaction between his legs, it was clear how hot this was for him. “I didn’t say that. After all, you’re not a girl.” My grin grew wider. “You know, if you are wanting us to understand the other side a bit better, why don’t you try complimenting your girl.”

Jake blushed and looked away, the loose clothes he’d been wearing for cleaning while he transformed straining to contain his cock. “You’re… You’re very hot Blaine. And… And you’re pretty too…”

The kiss I gave his cheek only made it worse, but I figured I tormented him enough already and held back from anything more. The day continued normally after that, though “normally” now meant with myself as a girl and my formerly-female fiance as a guy.

“We need clothes,” Jake mentioned offhandedly as we sat on the couch together after dinner. He grabbed at his junk. “Panties are a no go there’s just… too much going on down there. Same with your boxers.” His face screwed up while he was thinking, and his talking slowed with more pauses. “I think… I think we should go shopping. For clothes.”

I looked him over, wearing ill-fitting gym clothes he’d borrowed from me that worked to his body shape about as well as the clothes I’d borrowed from Jane’s wardrobe fit me. Namely… it didn’t. My breasts were crushed in Jane’s far smaller bra cups, and while that gave me some incredible cleavage after only a few hours I was definitely unhappy, cramped, and unable to breathe right. Everything else was a similar, if not as bad, story. The fact of the matter was that while we may have swapped bodies, we certainly hadn’t swapped body shapes.

“Yeah!” I replied excitedly. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but the idea of being measured and sized and then getting to wear all kinds of fun and hot outfits seemed tempting. I gave Jake a bratty smirk, or at least the best rendition I could hope for after a singular day of living as a girl. “Maybe I’ll get you to carry all of my bags around and pay for everything.”

Jake groaned. “You know, maybe panties aren’t actually that bad,” he grumbled, his head in his hands as he laughed.