Quick Change Act

Just wear some pastels for a change.  Grey doesn't suit you.  It's trendy, too!  Well... greys and blacks suit me!  Deal with it.  I look good.

Oh, please just let your hair grow out a little more.  I love running my hands through it!  You should keep it long while you can, men lose their hair early.  Yes, I got mine cut.  I love how manageable it is.  Don't you like it?

Just try my underwear on for tonight.  It's kinky.  You know you can wear them whenever you want, right?  I borrow yours all the time.  It'll be our little secret.

Let's go to the club.  Working out feels good.  You need some calisthenics in your life, and I need the strength training too.

You're out of vitamins?  Here, I'll lend you my morning regimen.  That reminds me, let's go to the spa!  Your skin will positively glow in time for beach season!  And you need the massage.  Classes are so stressful!

Yes, those guys were looking at you.  They're gay, don't judge.  It just means you look good!

Let me play with your nipples.  You play with mine all the time.  Are they feeling sensitive?  You can cum with me just rubbing them?

What are you talking about?  The swelling is perfectly normal.  I'm swelling too.  Feel my abs.  Aren't they a little more solid?  I might even get a six-pack... Well, SOMEONE likes that idea!  I've never seen you this hard!

Let's go to the convention this weekend!  You love anime and cosplay.  What difference is a little crossplay?  You can be Aeris, and I'll crossplay as Cloud Strife, too.  It'll be so much fun!

No, don't change out of it.  Wear it home.  I want to feel what it's like to be a daring lesbian couple as we kiss on the train.  Oh, right, we ARE a straight couple.  One guy, one gal, just reverse from usual.  I'm just teasing, come on!  I love you.

The tights are like long-underwear if you like them.  I told you, I think it's fun for you to wear my stuff!  Just wear them under your jeans.

Your seams ripped?  There's no guy's room on this floor.  Go to the little girl's room and fix them.  Don't be so bashful.  Girls use the guy's room all the time when they're desperate.

What do you mean?  I don't need to go in with you.  Here, I'll stand outside and watch for you.  If I went in, there would be... issues.  It's... uhh... cramped in there!  You know these old buildings.

Can I borrow your jeans?  No, not those tight ones.  We've got an acids-lab today for class, and all I have are skirts.  Hey, don't sweat it, I mean, you've crossplayed before, this is a big, liberal campus!  No one will judge you, and you know you can rock it!

Let me get the door for you, "miss".  Oh, I sounded a little husky there, didn't I?

Oh stop being catty.  When was the last time you wore boxers?  These are like... briefs, but brightly colored!  Okay, yes, they're panties.  Wear them and I'll let you do whatever you want in bed!

Did I honestly say that last week?  But you're always so much more active when I'm on top...

Sorry!  I'm so sorry, I didn't meant to bump your chest so hard.  God that must have felt so raw and sensitive.  Let me see your chest.  Oh, it looks so red and swollen.  You oughta wear an undershirt or a bra.  Oh, I'm sorry.  No, force of habit.  I'm so used to bras as a normal thing, that I thought... that was thoughtless of me.  An undershirt would be fine, I just thought it would be even kinkier if you wore a bra, and it kind of slipped out-

Wait, you're up for that?  Oh, shit, that gets me going.  Come here right now... mmm... that's right... put your head in my strong chest, baby... god it feels so good wrapping you up, holding you close, keeping you safe... I'll never let you go.

Oh my god, no, that zit is gigantic!  Let me put a little powder on it, it'll cover it up without a stupid looking band-aid.  I've got a bunch of makeup since I stopped using it.  Acne is normal when you're on hor- I mean when you're so physically active.

Fuck, those legs are HOT!  I can tell you've been working out.  Let me see you.  Have you been moisturizing those babies?  God, they must be parched if you haven't.  What do you mean, of course I don't need to moisturize mine.  I've been letting my hair grow in for the winter, since I wear pants so often.  Besides, waxing is so long and expensive... but it would be such a crime with your skin!  You should moisturize every day, honestly.  Your skin is so healthy, it'd be a shame if it got damaged!

Speaking of losing weight, can you even fit in your suit-coat anymore?  Your dissertation is coming up, you don't have time to order a new one!  Here.  A smart blazer looks good on you.  What do you mean?  Of course it doesn't need a tie.  That would look silly.

You'll nail your dissertation!  Just take some of the bass out of your voice.  You're there to make a good show to the professors, not beat them up!

My dissertation?  Yeah, it went just fine.  They can't very well criticize it when it's all facts!  And they're such pantywaists too.  They haven't been legitimately challenged by an equal in who knows how many year- Oh... I'm... I didn't mean that in a bad way!  I'm so sorry!  I was the one who wanted you to wear my stuff, anyway.  You can stop any time if you don't like them.

See, you did just fine too.  You gotta be exhausted.  You want to take the lead tonight?  Too bad.  You're too cute when you're tired, and I can't help but pin you against the wall when I get the chance.

Your parents are coming over?!  Oh.  Shit.  What do you mean "What's wrong?!"  You've uh... you've changed a lot since you started school, y'know.  Let me talk to them about your new look.  Actually, why don't I talk to *you* about your new look.

Look in the mirror.  At us.  Give an honest assessment.  How do you look?  Beautiful?  Cute?  You've been so wrapped up in your work, and the changes were so subtle over time.  Let me make it clearer to you.

Here.  I can pin your whole body against a wall and you can't get away.  Let you go?  Why should I?  You're like a twig with an ass and breasts.  I just need to pinch your tits, and you belong to me.  It's not like you can stop me licking, petting, and groping them, so that's what I'll do!  There.  That's a better look for you.  A blushing, bronze beauty, who's horny for me and can't get away.  You want it bad, don't you?

Look, I know what happened last night, I know we've got different junk... we just fit different roles now.  I'm the strong, tall, pampering boyfriend, and you're my spoiled, bronzed, beautiful girlfriend.  It just sort of ended up that way.  You just seemed to love the hormones so much.  Maybe you couldn't help it, but you love it.

You're waxed smooth, delicate, and gorgeous.  I'm imposing, rough, and masculine.  It's not like we're acting, either.

'Change you back?'  That's silly.  You don't pass as a boy, and even if you dressed like one, you don't act like what society expects out of one.  Can you even talk like a boy anymore?  No, I don't mean your vocabulary.

Get with the program.  Your voice is higher than mine.  You wore a skirt and a blazer to your dissertation.  Those old professors are pretty traditional, too, so they must have liked how you look.  You look fantastic in a smart pair of heels.

You had to have noticed me changing too.  I've been wearing makeup to enhance the MASCULINE parts of my face.  I haven't shaved in god-knows-when, but I get a haircut on the regular.  I don't take your arm in mine when we walk, I wrap my arm around your shoulder and pull you close.

Look, when you try to sound threatening, you sound like a chick imitating a guy.  Scratch that, you ARE a chick imitating a guy.  You've got cleavage with that push-up bra, for God's sake.  The way you come-on to guys when I'm around to make me jealous... you're a natural.  And You had to have realized I had my chest reduced.  We just... we look more like who we are.  That's all.

I'm sorry.  No, don't cry.  Please, people are going to think I'm the worst if I make my girlfriend cry.

You don't like me calling you my girlfriend?  Why not?  That's what you are.  Convince that guy over there you're my boyfriend, that's what I'll call you. 'til then, I'll spoil you like a princess.

I'm so sorry... I didn't think he'd come on to you so strong.  There, there, it's okay to cry.  Boys can be such brutes sometimes... I'm glad I was able to peel him away from you. Ohhh, I made him sorry, though, didn't I!  I didn't mean to bully you... please, don't cry.  You're beautiful.

Here... I'll take you shopping... wherever you want.  You want... a makeover?!  I...  Get whatever you want!

What do you mean "I'm paying"?!

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It's crazy what people can convince you isn't out-of-the-ordinary with just a little pushing.

"No... looking back... none of it was out of the ordinary for a girl like me."  I said in a breathy, sing-song, alto voice.

I thought would surprise "Him" when "he" got home today.  "He" was always stressed out and horny after Labs.  I think we should change things up in bed tonight, have me be on top.

But it was not to be, as my boyfriend came home, slammed me against a wall, and fucked my brains out.

I guess I'm not a very assertive girl.  But I am a happy one.