by Jjjandj » Fri Jun 24, 2022 2:03 pm
Susie and Harley went to the same high school. Harley was a popular jock who made the varsity baseball team as a freshman, the kind of guy girls dropped their books in front of in hopes of interacting with him as he picked them up. Susie was an artistic type who sat alone at lunch, keeping her head down as she doodled in her notebook. People didn't notice her unless they accidentally bumped into her or if she was paired up with them in a class project. People often asked if she just moved there, but nope, she was there all along.
They met one day when Harley was having a catch with a friend. His friend saw Susie behind Harley and lobbed the ball over him so that it would hit Susie's notebook. Her papers scattered everywhere and Harley ran over to help her gather them. She knew who he was and apologized profusely for messing up his game. Despite his appearance and accolades he was gentle and said his friend was a jerk for doing what he did. As he shuffled the pages back together he noticed that the drawings were not only really good but also consisted of a lot of gender bender themes: girls in sun dresses with boners, boys with pigtails and skirts sticking out of their football uniforms, cheerleaders with hairy legs and muscley arms. When Susie saw him focusing on them she turned red and ripped them from his hands. They wouldn't cross paths again until after graduation.
It was at The Dingle of all places where Harley would see Susie next. She had a drink in front of her and her trusty notebook opened next to it. Curious, Harley walked up behind her and spied into it. This time it was sketches were of BDSM scenes and sex toy prototypes. He gulped and said, "Um... excuse me." Susie turned around, surprised to see him. "Can I, uh.. get your next round."
Susie was confused. She looked around and asked, "Me?"
Harley was beat red and said, "Yea, if that's ok."
She said ok and closed her notebook. They made small talk about graduating and what they were up to now. Harley received a Baseball scholarship at the local university and lived a pretty cookie cutter life. Susie inherited a house outside of town in the woods from her grandparents and sold pictures of her feet and dirty panties online to support herslef. She was the coolest person Harley ever met, unlike anyone else in his life. He told her as much, and she asked him if he was fucking with her. "No, no," he said shaking his head. "I mean it..." he trailed off for a second. Now he had a few drinks in him and he gathered his courage and said, "Your drawings are my thoughts."
"Huh?"
"That day," he said. "When my friend threw the baseball at you. I saw your drawings and it was the first time in my life that I was aware that people think about like, changing genders and stuff."
"Like trans people?" she asked.
"What are trans people?"
Susie studied Harley's face and couldn't find an inch if insincerity. She was much more cultured than he was and understood how someone from around here could be unaware of transgender people and all that goes with them. She patiently explained who they were and the processes they may go through in order to achieve gender transitions. Harley was floored, he looked like he was watching color tv for the first time or something. He barely spoke during the conversation, and when the lights came on after last call Susie saw tears in his eyes. She asked him if he was ok and he said, "I just never knew there were other people like me out there."
Susie was surprised to hear this and asked, "You think you're trans?" Harley nodded solemnly. "Me too," she said. By now Susie had matured into a very sexy, curvy female body. There was no way a binder could ever hold her boobs back and her butt was too big for most jeans so she could only wear sweats and stretch pants, which did nothing for her cause. She lacked the courage or money to seriously consider a medical transition knowing what an undertaking it would be to reverse all that femininity. It didn't help that her exotic looks gave her the face of a model. Even in a t-shirt, slacks, and a baseball cap she was catcalled wherever she went. All she could really do was keep her hair short and stare straight forward through life.
They exchanged numbers and by the end of the week they would become inseparable. Harley would often visit her at the house where she would dress him up and show him movies like The Crying Game, which unironically made him cry. Dressing up would sometimes make him cry, too. There was no way he could hide his athletic physique in the skimpy outfits he desired most, so she would draw him or photoshop a picture to make him look more feminine. In return he gave her a lot of his old gear, which fit her well. Varsity jackets and ball caps and work out shirts with the arms cut off, baseball pants that could stretch enough to accommodate her hips. Neither of them could get close to their dream bodies but they had fun and felt safe playing with each other. The first time they kissed they wore each other's outfits. Susie got on top of him and was firm with her touch while he was tender in return. Harley moved in after he graduated and started selling pictures of his feet and dirty underwear, too. One night Harley told Susie that he wished she didn't run away from him the day they met so they could have started their life together sooner. She held him and kissed his forehead and said, "Me too, honey."
*******
There were rumors in town that people were disappearing and other odd things-- people changing, specifically, or only parts of them. One night at The Dingle they overheard some guys talking. "And she was a dude the whole time," one said. The group protested, and guy went on, "Yup, my buddy was blowing coke in a bathroom at this party. It was connected to a bedroom and he heard a couple come in. He was worried it might be the people that lived there so he tried to wait them out, figuring they'd be mad to find him. Like half an hour into it he was getting antsy cause he was like wasting his coke hiding in a bathroom, and he hears the a girl scream. So he figures perfect timing, I'll be a hero and get out of there. He busts through the door to see what's up and she's sitting on the bed with some dude and they both had dicks!" The group of guys collectively booed him and rejected the story but the bro swore it was true. He then said, "Yup, Chrissy Ferrara is a dude. Swear on my mother's grave." Upon hearing that name Harley's face looked puzzled.
"What is it?" asked Susie.
"I know that girl," he said. "We hooked up in 11th grade. She definitely has a pussy."
They both shrugged and left the bar. However, that wasn't the last time they heard such rumors. It was becoming a pretty established thing, and the constant detail was that it was always happening at parties. They wanted to see for themselves what was going on. Harley was pretty dialed into the local party scene through the friends he still kept in touch with, so they started stopping by them. Couldn't hurt, they thought. Worst case scenario they'd get fucked up and dance. They went to about ten of these parties before they finally caught a glimpse of Samuel. It was a typical frat house, red cups and popped collars. All eyes were on Susie. Harley was beginning to feel defensive and that maybe they should leave for her sake when a fight broke out. This kid was getting piled on by a bunch of jocks while a girl screamed something about crazy glue and hair on her hand. Her friends were examining it and Harley squeezed through the melee to also get a look. Her hand was big and as knuckley and hairy as any guy's he'd seen. It definitely didn't look it fit her lithe body. He saw the guy that was being attacked and he shouldered his way through the jocks and grabbed him.
"I'm gonna kill you, faggot!" he yelled, which got Susie's attention. She never once heard him say that word and she mouthed wtf to him. Harley pointed at the guy he was holding with his eyes and she got on board.
She yelled, "Yea, that's the guy!" and they shuffled out the door with him, promising the frat boys that they were going to handle this. Samuel tried to talk them down as Harley dragged him into their car. Susie got behind the wheel and turned back to him to assure him they weren't going to hurt him. Harley apologized for calling him a faggot. Samuel had never been so confused in the thousands of years he spent on earth.
"You're him, right?" Harley asked.
"Him who?" Samuel questioned.
Staring straight forward Susie said, "You're the one who can change us."
Samuel tried denying it for about half the drive back to the house until he grew tired of their persistence. He confessed. They asked how he did it and he explained his magic cock and cum, which he didn't expect them to believe, but they did. They then divulged what they had heard and their own detective work to find him. He never encountered a situation like this ever before. Usually if people understood who or what he was they'd either run or try to kill him. The whole scene felt surreal. He was impressed quite frankly. When they got to the house they invited him in and it was in there they made their request: change us.
"Well," Samuel said. "Suppose I do, what's in for me? This would be a service and all, right?"
"What do you need?" Susie asked.
Samuel looked around the place, examining the objects that surrounded him. It was all modest, and besides, he couldn't take any of it with him whenever he'd end up leaving town. Money was obvious, but he could always steal that. He sighed and said, "A home would be nice, but I don't suppose you got a spare room or would really want me here after a week. Guests are like fish, right?"
"Huh?" Harley asked.
"They stink after three days," said Samuel.
Susie perked up and said, "We have a guest house, you could stay there as long as you'd like."
"We do?" Harley questioned.
"Yup," Susie said. "It's a ways back through the the woods, like a hunting cabin. It would need a spit shine for sure, but no one's using it." She grabbed a few flashlights and handed them to the boys. "It's not too bad of a walk, like a mile and a half. Maybe two." Samuel looked hesitant, but he had nothing to lose. Besides, he figured if they were going to try to hurt him they would have done it by now. People who talk don't fight.
Sure enough a trail behind the house led them to the cabin. Susie flipped a rock near the front door and retrieved a key. Everyone was shocked when she opened the door and turned the lights on. She explained that her grandfather buried an electrical line all that way down the trail so he could have power back there. It was dusty and the appliances were old. The water ran brown for a few seconds when Samuel tried it but it cleared right up. He could hear a creek nearby. It was perfect. "You got a deal," he said. "But you know I gotta fuck around with both of you to make this happen, right? Big guy, you ain't gonna hurt me for filling up your woman, right?" Harley chuckled, knowing that he was a puppy compared to Susie. He swore he wouldn't. "Alright," said Samuel. "You have any requests for the changes? I can direct them if I have something to focus on."
Susie asked Samuel if they could have a moment alone. She and Harley stepped outside to confer while Samuel poked around the cabin a bit more. They came back in holding hands and Susie spoke for them, "The thing is we love each other so much that the thought of not seeing each other anymore hurts, even if we get our wishes to transition. So we were thinking you turn us into each other."
Samuel raised his eyebrows. He never met anyone quite like these two. He nodded and said, "That's the most romantic thing I've ever heard. It would be my pleasure to cum all over you two."
It took about three and a half days all in all, and when Susie and Harley returned to the house she was him, and he was her.