Todd and Me

My sisters Jo and Kate eyeballed me from the deck making me uneasy as I climbed the steps. Now what are they planning? They have that look on their faces.

Twins, they are not, by any stretch of imagination, homely. Brest-length light- brown hair frames their square faces, They have blue eyes, aquiline nose, and full lips. My height, they are blessed with generous boobs and round hips, gradually curving waist and slim thighs. I never wanted to be a girl but wouldn't mind having such a body and face if nature had made me female.

"Where's your other half," Jo asked.

What other half?

I never thought of Todd Phelps as being my gay lover. In fact, I'm not even gay. I don't know why my sisters think that.

"How would I know?" I replied with a shrug.

"You love him. You know it." Kate teased relentlessly.

I'm not gay.

My friend for 5 years since our days playing freshman football, Todd is artistic as well as being athletic. His watercolor paintings and pencil sketches had been on display in the school lobby. Jo had posed for him, though not naked.

Standing 5 10, Todd has a toned body. His pecs and six-pack abs are the product of many hours at the gym.

His hair is dark-brown and his face angular. His lips are thin and his nose straight. I would be all over him if I were gay or a girl.

Anyhow, while the warm shower was rinsing sweat and lather from my skin, my body was reshaping. The mirror reflected a female body but no one else was in the bathroom. I stared at the reflection for several seconds thinking Wow, I like this body and these boobs are spectacular.

I don't know why this happened. Maybe God finally got around to fixing the mistake he made 19 years ago but I'll take it.

The bathroom scale revealed that I had lost 30 pounds, much of that muscle. Softer and lighter, I began to think about new outfits. I'll wear a scoop fitted tee putting these boobs out just enough to titillate a dude. Boobs such as these used to titillate me.

Having absolutely nothing to wear I wrapped the bath towel around me and headed for Jo's bedroom.

She came inside in time to catch me grabbing a bra from the dresser.

"You're one of us now. Life is going to be so much fun now that you're not trapped in a male body."

Clad in women's underwear I gave her a grinning nod.

"I like a scoop fitted tee with mid rise jeans."

"Then wear those if you like them but lose the bra."

Did she say lose the bra?

I hesitated for a second or two before nudging the straps off my shoulders and unhooking the band letting the bra slip away.

Not long after the makeover I came to the Phelps residence. He opened the front door perhaps thinking that I'm just another solicitor asking for donations.

Thinking quickly I said, "I'm Steven Ferrari's sister."

He bought the line.

"Which sister are you?"

"Jo," I replied.

"This visit is unexpected."

Anyway he brought me to the patio where we took seats at a round plastic table and engaged in small talk. Noticing that he was either looking me in the eye or at least, not at my boobs, I was tempted to ask him if he's gay.

I'm right in his face not wearing a bra and he dose not seem to care. He never had a girlfriend.

"Todd are you gay?"

"Why do you ask that?"

"My boobs don't get your attention. Every guy I know gawks at them."

He sighed. "Yes."

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize that you like guys."

Holy crap. He hid that from me for five years.

"No harm, no foul," said Todd.

Should I tell him what just happened? He would never believe it. Transition takes months, years even.

We made small talk a while longer until I became curious.

"When did you know?"

"When I was fourteen," said Todd,

"Many people figure it out much older than that."

"I had a huge crush on your brother but I knew he was out of bounds."

Oh Wow, he was crushing on Steven

"Your secret is safe with me."

While sitting alone in my bedroom that evening I got the urge to watch man on man sex. I opened the browser on my phone and typed "hot gay men". Within several seconds it returned a list of several sites

I stretched out on my bed behind the closed door and looked at photo after photo and a few videos of naked men. The behavior was very reminiscent of bygone days when Steven enjoyed photos and videos of naked lesbians.

A half hour passed. My fingers had been on my lady parts but fear of an intruder made me remain clothed. Meanwhile cum squirted a few times into what had been clean dry panties. Tense muscles relaxed leaving me huffing and exhausted recuperating slowly.

A day later I was sitting in a wicker chair on the porch living vicariously through the characters in a romance novel. Jo and Kate, two girls who always seemed to be together, joined me.

"What are you reading," Jo asked.

I held up the paperback letting them see the title.

Jo reminded me that "The Notebook". a romance involving teens, had been made into a movie.

"I'll watch the movie after I finish reading the story so I can compare them"

"No luck with Todd," Jo asked.

"He's gay" I replied.

"We knew that," said Kate.

That tidbit came as a surprise. I guess they didn't tell me that for their own reason.

"Stefani stories like the one you're reading go well with 'vibrators."

They can't know what I do behind the behind the bedroom door.

"You should try one," Kate teased.

I blushed giving away a secret. They must've seen the closed door.

Jo spoke for both girls revealing their own secret.

"Before you changed we talked to mom about it. She and dad both wanted a third girl. You were supposed to be have been born with a vagina."

"Really, why did it take 19 years to fix the mistake?"

"Did you get your period," Jo asked.

"No," I replied.

"You should get a tampon or soft cup immediately. You're overdue for some menstrual blood flow."

How does she know that?

"By the way Happy Birthday," said Jo, handing me a a Brobust crossbody pocketbook.

I noted the brand name Steve Madden.

"My birthday was a month ago."

"That was your original birthday."

There's no denying it. This is a rebirth.

"Check all the pockets," said Jo.

An inside pocket presented me with a choice of feminine hygiene products.

Holding them and looking them over I asked, "is one better than the other."

"Personal preference," said Kate.

Right then blood began flowing into my panties sending me to the bathroom. I opted for the soft cup.

Todd is gay but so what. It's not obvious. In fact, people might think we're shacking up. He had figured out after a week that I am not Jo.

"I morphed. It happened out of my control."

"I'd like to have a magic wand that does that."

I let the comment go.

Saturday morning saw him and me inside Kohl's looking at appliances. He had been considering buying a toaster oven.