I can’t remember a time when Adam and I weren’t friends.
Our mothers met in hospital shortly after giving birth. They swapped numbers and babysat for each other; because of them Adam and I shared the same milestones, whether it was swimming lessons, birthdays, or joining the scouts. We spent so much time together that growing close was inevitable.
From pre-k to high school we were joined at the hip, and always watching each other’s back. Even when Adam started getting in trouble, smoking weed and getting into fights, we were there for each other.
My Mom worried, but didn’t say anything. She knew better than to tamper with fate.
On most nights you’d find one of us at the other’s home, raiding the fridge or sitting in front of the TV, or even taking up a reserved seat at the dinner table amidst the other siblings. It had long been assumed on the nights that I was home Adam would be with me.
Things changed in senior year. His Mom, Cathy, had recently divorced and was working a second job as well as going to night school. That meant that Adam was home a lot, by himself. Knowing that he was prone to trouble I made a point of being there as much as I could.
That made things difficult at home; mostly arguments with my Dad.
“I’m staying at a friend’s house,” I said over the phone. “Yeah, Adam. Don’t make a big deal out of it.”
There were the usual concerns, that it was a school night, and that he was worried about my grades. It wasn’t until the end of the conversation that he made his actual thoughts known, not that they would sway me.
When all was said and done I’d have my way on the sole condition my schoolwork didn’t suffer. Maybe he hoped my diligence would rub off, and that Adam could avoid flunking.
I slumped into the sofa and watched over Adam’s shoulder as he played his game with alien bodies exploding in succession.
“So you’re cool?” he said.
I folded one foot under my leg. “Yeah.”
Adam scoffed. “He still doesn’t trust me, huh.”
“The words ‘stoned’ and ‘loser’ may have come up,” I said.
Entrails of a xeno-arachnid exploded across the television screen.
Adam shrugged. “Whatever. You’re too good for me to be a bad influence.”
He played the game, and I did homework; I read about the Gettysburg address, and he earned the Universal Combat Commendation, the highest honour awarded to a space dragoon.
At night he slept in the bed and I slept beside him on a mattress. He’d give me a pillow without a cover that smelled like sweat, but not so heavily that it couldn’t be ignored. Across the room were piles of clothing, with no distinction between clean and dirty; typical chaos in Adam’s world.
Whenever I lay there I always thought the same thing, whether I should be there at all. Was Adam a lost cause, or was he better than all this?
That was the way of things until the following April, just two months before graduation.
It was rare that Cathy wasn’t home on a Saturday night, and rarer still that she had a date; both of which meant Adam had free reign at a time people were available. As soon as he found out he made plans, inviting me to spend the night watching horror flicks along with two other friends, Nick and Sasha.
They weren’t close, not like Adam and I, but Nick and Sasha were cool. They were the sort of friends you have because they’re there, because you’re stuck in the same halls for seven hours a day, and suffering together is better than suffering alone. Chances were we wouldn’t see much of them come summer.
Halfway through ‘Undead Massacre III’ Adam pulled out a bong, the kind crafted from a soda bottle and garden hose, and offered us a hit. We all partook, though Nick was the most enthusiastic.
His eyes were pointed at Sasha the whole time, even as he coughed his lungs out, not that she noticed. She was quiet, and nursed a handful of popcorn for the better part of the night.
Nick swayed in the seat and kept looking around the room. Every so often he’d stop and stare, probably waiting for our attention to pry from the screen. Eventually he turned to me.
“Hey, Jonah. What are your plans after graduation?”
I shrugged. “Don’t know. Maybe go backpacking for a year, then apply for college.”
He leaned into a grin. “Do you know where you’ll go?”
I shrugged, again.
Nick furrowed and turned to the other end of the sofa. “What about you, Adam?”
My friend shone his teeth and laughed. “Masturbate. I’m going to masturbate.”
“Fucker, you already masturbate,” I said, “more than anyone I know.”
“Then I’m going to masturbate until my hands are calloused, and my dick is bloody and raw!”
Sasha snatched the remote to click pause, then whipped around. “Hey, you know what I’m going to do after graduation? I’m going to finish watching this movie!”
Nick looked down, deflated. “Sorry.”
“Come on, Sash. You really expect us to sit quietly for six hours?” Adam said.
She rolled her eyes at him. “I don’t know. Maybe you can talk at a normal volume so some of us can follow the plot.”
Adam laughed. “What plot? Zombies rise up, people scream, fight back, and win, but-” He rose from the chair and leered. “-For how long?”
Our supply of chips and soda were starting to dwindle; in other words a good time to get out of the room. I stepped into the kitchen and opened the fridge where a gallon of pop was waiting to be consumed, along with some chicken wings that had my name on them.
Just as I reached for the bucket the fridge moaned and rattled. The light inside went out, followed by the light in the kitchen, and the TV. Everything was dark, inside and out, save for the screen on Nick’s cell phone.
Sasha huffed. “You’ve got to be kidding.”
We filed into the garden. It wasn’t just the house, but the entire neighborhood. Darkness stretching for miles. From the rise where the home sat you could usually see the town, but without power there was nothing but void.
Even in the dark Adam’s grin shone. “Let’s go exploring,” he said.
I grabbed his arm. “You sure that’s a good idea?”
“Why not? It’ll be fun.”
“It is kind of cool,” Nick said.
Sasha tisked. “No, not cool. Stupid, and dangerous.”
“What danger?” Adam said. “I know these streets like the back of my hand.”
I pulled his arm back. “Sasha’s right, man. Let’s go inside and wait for the power to come back on.”
He wrenched away and skipped onto the street. “Look, I’m going whether you want me to or not. You’re free to join!”
All the paternal lectures struck like a hammer; all those arguments with my Dad about Adam being trouble and how I was being ‘roped in roped into his doom spiral’ rang through my thoughts, but I couldn’t just leave him.
I sprinted as cautiously as I could in the pitch black and followed the silhouette. “Alright! I’m coming with.”
The neighborhood took on a new life. Weird that I’d lived there forever but never seen it that way, with not even a street light to give it shape. Houses, trash cans, mailboxes were little more than cut outs highlighted by the moon, cast in deepest blue.
Every block or so we found a group of kids with the same idea, who couldn’t resist the lure of the night. Some of them hid behind bushes and tried to fake us out with ghost sounds, not that they were very convincing.
After a while we passed the houses and drew near the pines on the edge of the estate. They may not have been wilds in the traditional sense, but most people knew to stay away at night, especially without a flashlight.
“Let’s go back,” I said.
Adam shook me off. “No, there’s something I need to see.”
“See what? It’s fucking pitch black, man!”
He didn’t listen, but then he never listened. Adam stepped into the foliage and followed the incline between the trees. Nick and Sasha had dropped behind several blocks back; maybe if they were still around I wouldn’t have gone after him.
Every step was like adding another weight to my legs until the ground sat at forty five degrees. The leaves and twigs under foot didn’t offer much as far as security, and solid roots are more dangerous when they’re invisible.
Adam stopped atop the hill.
“You done?”
We waved me to his side. “Dude, look.”
I trudged to the top of the hill and inhaled. “What’s that smell?”
The air was heavy with ash drifting from the valley. From above you could make out a trail of embers following the upturned earth. I don’t know what it was Adam was looking for, but I doubt it was that.
“Oh my god.”
“We have to check it out,” Adam said.
“Are you crazy?”
He was already one foot in the dirt, searching out his next steps. Did he even know what he was getting himself into?
Did I?
“Adam,” I said. “For fuck’s sake-”
He’d scaled ten feet before I could reach out. With every step he grew more bold until he was falling into a run and letting gravity guide him. Even as he kicked smoking clumps he laughed and picked up pace, until one false move took him off his feet.
“Adam!”
One second he was making progress, the next he was tumbling. In the dark I could make out a human ball following the curve of the hillside, until he was swallowed by shadow.
He didn’t cry, he didn’t yell; he didn’t make a sound when he hit bottom, however far that was.
“Adam! Adam, come on, man!” I was screaming.
Suddenly there were lights shining between the trees, bright and getting closer. They scoured back and forth, at least a dozen in all, followed by the sound of voices. A search party, maybe?
They called out, “who’s there? Show yourself!”
I don’t know why I ran. Adam was probably hurt. Shouldn’t I have stayed? Fight or flight made the decision for me; there would be time for regret later. Meanwhile there were people scouring the trees where we shouldn’t have been in the first place.
The street lit up once I made it to the road, and from there I kept running, fast as I could, strangling every ounce of breath in me. I didn’t look back until I was halfway to Adam’s house, and though I was alone it didn’t seem safe.
Nick and Sasha were lounging on each other when I burst in the door. They didn’t move, not even to pause the movie.
“You get it out of your system?” Sasha asked, still married to the screen.
I grabbed the remote and killed the TV. Nick and Sasha darted up to snatch it back.
“What the hell, man?”
“We need to get out of here,” I said.
Nick made a grab for the remote. “No, screw you. Where’s Adam?”
“Adam is...”
The room was silent.
Sasha combed her fingers through her hair. “Is he in trouble?”
“I... don’t know.”
She rolled her eyes. “Are you going to tell us what happened?”
My mouth hung open, but what was I supposed to say? Images of Adam, hurt or worse, circled my thoughts and there I was, the friend who ran.
“Just go home,” I said.
They hounded me with questions for ten minutes, and agreed to leave when I wouldn’t give way.
On the walk home I composed at least a dozen texts, most of which I was too gutless to send. ‘R U OK’ seemed simple enough, and after a couple of minutes I hit send.
Adam didn’t reply.
I stopped and turned to where I imagined him, bloody in a ditch, and wondered, should I go after him? Maybe, maybe not. What if they found him, the people I’d been running from?
It was just shy of midnight as I made it home, but not my own bed or clean linens could get me to rest. Every worst case scenario filtered through my mind so clearly that I could see them.
When he didn’t text after an hour I thought about calling 911. I didn’t.
For the whole night I lay in bed and waited.
* * * *
The following day was a grind, like nails on a chalk board. Every five minutes I checked my phone. The silence was agony.
I texted Adam, again and again. No response.
The image of my friend, broken and battered, was enough to drive me onto the street. I walked for hours, even returning to the estate we’d gone exploring the night before. The houses and fences weren’t as daunting in the day, and were quiet enough that kids were playing in the street.
Their eyes followed as I passed them by. They’d been warned by their parents about older kids; guys like Adam, and I guess me as well.
It was a sudden divide between the road and the pine trees. There was only the framework of houses around the stretch of asphalt before trailing off into a mound of dirt. Following that the ground had yet to be tamed and opened into a labyrinth of woods that led to private property, owned by who knows.
I took a hard gulp and steeled my reserve. It was luck that I’d found my way home in the dark, and not even the light of day promised I’d get to the same place a second time.
My journey was cut short when a car turned the corner. It was a luxury car, navy paint job, and sparkled like it was fresh off the lot. What struck me most were the government plates, and the three men inside wearing suits.
The car rolled to a stop on the gravel, right beside me. The passenger side window rolled down to reveal a man, thinning hair, probably in his forties, wearing a smirk.
“Something we can do for you, son?”
Private security, I thought.
I shook my head. “No, sir.”
He lowered his shades to glance me up and down. What he saw didn’t seem to impress.
“Well, you’ve got no business here,” he said. “Go find a girl, or a boy, or whatever kids are doing these days.”
I nodded and started the journey home, feeling official eyes boring into my back the whole way.
Adam had told stories about the woods; mostly about the secret stash a friend had planted, or the times he was busted by a deputy, but nothing like this. He would have told if the men in black were on his tail; it was just too good a story.
Since Adam’s house was on the way I decided to stop by, not that I even had the nerve to knock on the door. Cathy’s car was parked in the driveway. Her being there just made it harder.
What if something really had happened? How could I face her?
Instead I sent another text: “dud whr R U caL me”
He didn’t answer that night either.
* * * *
At school on Monday there was still no sign of Adam.
Sasha, Nick and I gathered around the dumpsters where we smoked before first period, and tried putting our heads together. Should we swallow our pride and call the cops? Nobody had to say it, but it was the last thing we were going to do.
“We stopped by, but nobody was home,” Sasha said.
I tilted my head. “What about Cathy? I saw her car.”
“Car was there, but she wasn’t answering,” Nick said.
“Shit.”
There were no bright ideas. Then the bell rang for first period.
It was a zombie march between classes. My mind was somewhere else, and time was not my friend. Being trapped at school made me helpless; it didn’t matter that I had nothing else to do with the time.
In sixth period I got a text. My chest nearly exploded when I saw who it was from.
“Oh, thank god.”
Adam wrote: “hay sup cum c me l8er i got sumtin 2 show u lmao”
Usually I’d chew him out for his phrasing, but seeing how I thought he was dead I didn’t make it a thing.
“dud i thawt U wer ded,” I wrote.
He wrote back: “nah jst cum 2 my hows aftR skul”
I wasn’t going to argue.
The moment the bell rang I was out the door, sprinting through the exit and to the first bus. My pulse was racing to the point of bursting, as though it were my chance to make up what I couldn’t do the first time around.
Adam was okay. God above, he was okay.
I ran from the bus stop and to his front porch, rang the bell and bounced on my heels. After all the waiting I needed to see him in one piece just to remember what it looked like.
Cathy’s car was still in the driveway, which was weird; she definitely had work on Mondays.
The door opened. It wasn’t Adam come to greet me, but his Mom. She pushed open the screen to reveal her lazy smile, and some other things. I averted my gaze avoid her nipples jutting out through her shirt with a low, scooping neckline. There was no question she was aware of this, and beamed.
“Hey there, sugar.”
I took a step back onto the garden path and coughed. “Uh, hey, Cathy. Is… is Adam home?”
“Sure. Why don’t you come inside?”
Anyone who knew Cathy might not have recognized her in this way. ‘Carefree’ was what she was selling, though it wasn’t her brand; usually it was ‘self conscious’ with the dial turned to ‘painful.’ Instead I came face to face with this other person who wore gold lipstick with her hair down, and a short skirt in place of leggings.
She fluttered her lashes and beckoned me inside. I followed, but not for her.
“Sweetheart! Jonah’s here!”
“Coming,” said a voice. It wasn’t Adam’s.
A girl stepped out from the hallway wearing a green skater dress and not much else. She danced on the balls of her feet before leaning against the wall, and purring like a tiger. She looked like a relative with the same auburn hair Adam had, as well as his spatter of freckles. Her mane was long and curled, hanging around the cleavage I was determined not to leer at.
“Hey,” she said.
The girl pressed against the wall and hummed.
“Hey,” I said back.
Was I supposed to know her?
“So, what do you think?”
Cathy poked her head in as she passed between rooms, and giggled.
“What do I think of what?” I said.
The girl laughed and pressed toward me. She reached to stroke my face and I pulled back.
“Dude, you really have no idea, do you?”
The more I looked the more familiar she became. It wasn’t just the hair or the freckles; there were the little things, like the shape of her cheekbones, the way her nose ended in a round nub, and the color of her eyes. There was no mistaking the blue fading into mist.
I collected myself.
“...Adam?”
“Actually, it’s Angela,” she said.
I stepped back to absorb the full picture. Standing before me with hands on hips, shifting from one foot to another was a girl my age making kissy faces; a girl I’d never seen in my life, now telling me she was my best friend.
“You’re not…”
Same pale skin, same piercing on her eyebrow; even the same scar Adam had from a bike accident when we were kids.
I shook my head. “How?”
Adam… Angela, turned back down the hall, and I followed.
Her bedroom had changed along with everything else. She’d let some air in to start with, and the carpet was clear. Everything had been stripped; the bed, the furniture, some even replaced with new items. A lamp, a dresser; it was a long way to go for a practical joke.
Angela sat, folded her legs and patted the bed beside her.
“Everything’s changed, in ways I can’t even describe.”
I lingered in the doorway.
“Does this have something to do with the woods?”
She sprawled and leaned on her elbow. “Yeah, it does. Thanks for letting me fend for myself, by the way.”
I said nothing.
Angela just scoffed. “Relax. I would have done the same thing, and I’m alive, aren’t I? Everything’s fine.”
“Is it?”
She propped herself up, smiled, and looked down to her chest. I’d fought not to look, but as she rolled handfuls of flesh under her dress it was hard not to notice. God, they were actually a part of her.
“Yeah,” she smiled. “Everything’s perfect.”
Angela shuffled over, beckoning me again. This time I did was I was told.
“Once upon a time the thought of turning into a chick might have grossed me out,” she said, “but now that it’s actually happened…” Angela arched back and continued to massage her breasts, like I wasn’t even there. “Dude, this feels so fucking good. You have no idea.”
I licked my lips. She really was beautiful.
“This is real, isn’t it?”
Sultry eyes fell on me. “Yes,” she said.
I was like jelly when Angela reached to caress my wrist. When I offered no resistance she took my hand and guided to her breast, and encouraged me to inspect it with a heavy gasp. Maybe I should have refused, but I didn’t.
“Oh my god…”
She bit her lip. “Have you ever done this before?”
I shook my head.
“It’s okay with me,” she whispered. “We’ve been friends forever.”
“Yeah, but… guy friends.”
Angela drew closer and threw one leg over my lap. Slowly, sensually, she straddled on top and brushed a wisp of hair from my eyes. She leaned in until all I could smell was her; cream, skin, fruit, and so many things that weren’t the boy I knew.
“It’s not gay if you have tits,” Angela said with a grin.
Gay, straight, whatever; this was something else.
Soon I was tasting the condensation on her breath, and burned with the heat of her. Falling into her kiss was the easiest thing in the world.
Next thing I was on my back, underneath Angela as she ran her hands up my arms. Our mouths lapped one over the other, tongues stealing licks, while she ground her hips against me. Fuck, I’d never been so hard in my life.
Her nails raked my sides as she moved to take off my shirt. Next she was hiking her skirt. Our bodies pressed together and bucked in rhythm with her flesh searing into mine. She was so soft, so smooth, like nothing I’d ever felt before.
Suddenly I felt her press into my abdomen. It was only when Angela arched up that I saw the bulge in her panties, that her transformation was not absolute. She thrust her crotch against me, grinding her arousal against my own.
Her whimpers were like music, mine were gasps that I held in my chest. It was all so much.
I pushed her away and fumbled before standing. My heart beat out of my chest like bombs going off.
Angela arched a brow. “Not into it?”
“I…”
My erection surged in my shorts, though I did my best to hide it.
Angela laughed. “Sorry. I’ve been crazy horny. We can slow down if you want.”
She lay back, cock straining against her panties, with a wet patch accumulating at the tip. Through the swimming in my head I knew I wanted to touch her again, but couldn’t.
“Is it the whole ‘chick with a dick’ thing?” she asked. “Because I thought you were cooler than that.”
I shook my head.
“No, I don’t care. I just… I’ve never done anything like this before.”
Angela rolled to her belly and kicked up her feet. “Now’s the perfect time, don’t you think? I’m practically throwing myself at you, dude.”
I fought to keep with my breathing. When she neared I inched away.
“Yesterday I thought you were dead.”
“No, just got hotter,” she said.
I reached for my shirt and stepped into the hallway. No sense in dragging out goodbyes. I told Angela I needed to think, and that I was glad she was okay, and that I’d be back again soon. Just because she was a girl didn’t mean I stopped being a friend.
There was still the question of what happened to Adam. Spontaneous sex changes didn’t just happen, did they? The more I thought about it the more confusing it became. What happened in those woods?
Three blocks from her house and my crotch was still ready to explode. Maybe some time alone would help to calm it down.
Just then I heard the rumbling, and then I saw what you don’t see in the suburbs; it was a convoy of vehicles, jeeps, trucks, vans, and busses, some khaki like you see in the army, but most crisp and white. All of them had government plates and ran without abandon. Anyone who got in their way received a roar from their horns and jumped out of the way.
I stood there and watched dozens of them plow through the neighborhood, their uniformed drivers married to their destination. Who were these guys? The big wheels were like rolling thunder shaking the earth.
When they finally passed I looked back to Angela’s house. Maybe I should have said something, but I didn’t.
Something strange was happening, and I didn’t know what.
That night I couldn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes I could smell her, like she was there setting fire to my veins.
I did everything I could to quench my desire, including… you know, that thing that guys do when they’ve got a girl on the brain.
Except that a couple of days ago Angela wasn’t a girl.
How did it happen? People don’t change overnight, at least not like that. Hours on the internet delivered information on intersex rights, transgender resources, and a lot of porn, but nothing like Angela’s transformation.
I flicked through the tabs and stopped when I saw breasts; soft, round, smooth. They were just like Angela’s…
Fuck.
The next day at school I practically had to keep my eyes pried open with a crowbar. Every step was like dragging concrete, and even then I was still ready to jump the moment Angela showed her face. I almost wished she’d take another sick day.
Nick blew a jet of smoke before handing his cigarette to Sasha.
“You look like shit,” he said, facing me.
I waved him off.
Sasha sat on the back step. “So is Adam okay or what?”
“It’s a long story.”
“He coming?” Nick asked.
That was when she appeared, right on cue. Decked out in a leather jacket, knee high boots and way too short a skirt, Angela strutted into our circle as though she were queen, which I guess she kind of was. Her smile was wide like some desert and painted in deep red.
Just looking at her made me tense, in more places than one.
She threw herself onto my arm and leaned close, laughing. Her hair brushed against my collar. It smelled of apple shampoo.
“First you run, then you don’t even call,” she said. “Rude bastard.”
Nick smirked. “Friend of yours?”
Angela turned to him and beamed. “You don’t recognize me either, huh.”
Then something weird happened; Nick and Sasha eased back on the stairs while their eyes glazed over. It was like some kind of drug had kicked in.
Nick blinked. “Adam?”
She nodded.
“You got hot,” Sasha laughed.
“Her name’s Angela now,” I said.
Angela leaned closer and ran her nails along the back of my neck. When did she grow her nails? They sent goose pimples running down by body.
“You two banging now?” Nick asked with a smile. “Fucking gay.”
He said that despite the tent growing in his pants. Sasha also clasped her legs together.
“You coming to mine after school?” Angela asked.
Nick hummed. “Do some drugs?”
“We could also do drugs,” she said. “We could inject a whole marr-ee-ja-wah-na.”
They laughed, same as always.
I blinked at them. How were they so casual about this?
The bell for first period rang and we shuffled inside. Angela was the subject of prying eyes as the social pools trickled into a stream. Nobody jumped to recognize her, though some went wide eyed with jaws hanging loose, almost vacant. Girls, boys, they were starting to fawn.
Sasha shook her head when I nudged her out of a daze.
“Something weird is happening.”
She looked around. “What do you mean?”
“For starters Adam is a girl,” I said, “and second, doesn’t everyone look kind of, I don’t know… stoned?”
A grin curled on her lips. “It’d be great if everyone was stoned.”
“That’s not my point.”
She punched me in the arm and pushed away. “You’re thinking too hard. Save it for class.”
Turns out nobody was thinking too hard.
Bio class was a snooze on the best of days; somehow it got even worse. Our teacher, Mr. Reynolds, was tripping over his words so bad he couldn’t finish a thought. Not that anyone seemed to notice given that they kept stealing glances at Angela. Some were even staring outright, the teacher included.
Like I could blame them. Sitting two seats away from her was like being on the other side of the ocean. All I wanted was to reach over, drag her into the bathroom, and not give a damn about suspension, expulsion or worse. Somehow I managed to resist.
A record number of students asked for bathroom breaks. Mr. Reynolds was the saint who said yes.
It was the same story, class after class after class. There was no work getting done, and nobody asked what the deal was with the new girl, even when she answered to ‘Adam’ during roll call.
By lunch hour I was ready to explode. First thing I did was burst into a bathroom stall and slam the door behind me. The lock was barely turned before I reached into my pants and worked the straining between my legs.
Every thought was of Angela; her foggy breath, those sultry eyes, her heavy breasts, and even her dick. It wasn’t something I’d ever fantasized about before, but on her it was perfect. I wanted it in ways I didn’t even know.
I grunted in orgasm, only dribbling, more relieved than satisfied. In the six times I’d jerked off since the day before I was still raw and chafing. That didn’t stop me from getting hard again.
It was only with a clear head that I heard sounds from the other stalls; labored breathing, squeaking, and movement. All shame had been abandoned.
Nick was waiting outside the bathroom where a line was starting to form.
“Where’s Angela?”
“History,” he said. “With Ms. Brie, I think.”
I moved down the hall and to the classrooms. Sure enough Angela was there, and the teacher too. Maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised, but what I saw through the window took my breath away.
Ms. Brie was always the cool teacher. Still in her twenties, she understood pop culture references, memes, video games, even comic books. There was a rumor that underneath her ruffled blouses was a mural of tattoos, though she’d never shared that side of herself.
Maybe that’s what Angela was trying to uncover.
I watched as she gripped the teacher’s legs, hiking her up and pinning her to the wall. Each thrust opened her thighs further, granting the student greater entrance, begging her to plunge deeper. All while Angela ravaged her neck with bites, some soft like kisses, others like the mark of an animal. Ms. Brie was screaming, not even trying to conceal the affair.
Reason slapped me across the face and I stormed inside.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Angela didn’t stop. Her bare ass trembled with every gyration until she was rutting with fury.
Tears were streaming down Ms. Brie’s cheeks.
“Do you want to join in?” she asked. “You can fuck her mouth.”
The teacher fumbled to speak. “Fuck my mouth… fuck my mouth… please…”
A million feelings jumped a million directions while I stood frozen. I’d crushed on Ms. Brie since freshman year, even fantasized about her a few times, but seeing her there, fucked by my childhood friend was too much.
“Angela,” I said. “This is wrong.”
Any conviction I held when entering was starting to wane. My dick was in agony.
Angela slowed some and giggled. “It’s okay. She wants this. Don’t you, Ms. Brie?”
The woman moaned, “more than anything!”
“She’s a teacher,” I said. “She’ll get fired for this!”
Not that Angela cared. “She’s the third teacher I’ve fucked today, and the principal, and the lunch lady!”
She flung a pair of panties over her shoulder; black with lace, and dripping with sexual fluids.
Teacher and student moaned like a siren song, and with every gasp I thought about ramming myself down Ms. Brie’s throat. It would have been so easy; she was crying out with a resounding ‘yes’ and yet…
I ran as fast as I could, down the hall and out the front door. I had to be anywhere else.
* * * *
There’s a landmark on the edge of town; a disused water tower turned canvas for taggers and graffiti artists. Rumor has it that back in the day a farmer used it to distill moonshine, others say it was a drug lab. Whatever it was is ancient history now.
The water tower also sat at the edge of the woods, away from the eyes of men in cars.
I jumped the chain link fence and started into the foliage. The bushes and branches were thick enough to be oppressive, but they provided the perfect cover. Even if someone heard me coming they’d never find me.
An hour later I’d rounded the estate. Staying clear of the dirt paths was difficult, along with the clearings between trees. Maybe I was being paranoid, but with government cars and trucks moving around I wasn’t taking chances.
With every step I was fixated on Angela; not just what had happened to her, but her smell, her warmth. God, I was aching. The desire didn’t want answers. It didn’t need to understand why the world was twisting around her.
I leaned on a tree and… gave into temptation. I needed a clear head if I was going to figure this out.
The ground started to arch upward, just like it did that night. In the day I could make out roots that made for better footing and scaled the hill in no time. Once up I was met by a line of caution tape leading from stake to stake into the wilderness.
Suddenly I heard footsteps, and ducked behind a shrub. Between the leaves I could make out human shapes. Were they from the government? I poked my head to see two figures in full bodysuits complete with gas masks and visors.
“What in the-”
A hand wrapped my shoulder and wrenched me from my feet. I rolled to face the agent; the same to warn me off the first time.
He grimaced and snatched my wrist. “Son, you’ve got some explaining to do.”
Next thing my hands were behind my back and held together by a zip tie. I didn’t fight as the agent guided, shoved, me back to where he’d parked. From there it was a journey down the back roads, maybe to the Sheriff’s office.
My Dad was going to kill me.
“What’s your name, son?”
I looked up, but said nothing.
The agent scoffed. “Don’t get cute, boy. This is the second time you’ve crossed us.”
“I plead the fifth.”
Apparently that was funny. The agent turned to his partner in the front seat. “You hear that? Kid knows his rights. Let me tell you something, son. You do have the constitutional right to avoid self-incrimination, but you know what that tells me? That you’ve got something terrible to hide.”
I shifted in the seat. My hands were turning numb.
“Now,” he said, “let’s start with your name, and see how we do from there.”
“Jonah,” I said.
He smiled with every tooth in his big, goofy mouth. “Okay, Jonah. You and me are going to have a talk.”
The car pulled into a clearing where the trucks and jeeps had gathered between a series of tents. Men in suits stood at the entrance of each, while figures in labcoats and hazmat suits moved back and forth between them.
“Don’t go snooping,” the agent said.
He wrested me from the backseat, toward a van and up the steps where a mobile office was waiting. There was nothing to it except a table, a few chairs and a video camera in the upper corner.
The agent took a pair of clippers and released the zip tie binding me.
“Take a seat, Jonah.”
I did as I was told.
The agent sat across from me and removed his glasses. There was a look to him, like he’d heard it all and just wanted to get it over with. His partner stood by the door and waited.
“So who are you guys?” I asked.
He flashed a tired smile. “My name is John Danvers. This is Derrick Underwood. We’re with the Environmental Protection Agency.”
I almost laughed. “Since when does the EPA put people in zip ties?”
“Since always, Jonah,” Danvers said. “Now, mind telling us why you keep poking your head in these woods?”
“No reason. I come here to smoke.”
“There are other places to smoke,” the agent said.
What was I supposed to tell him? Anything but the truth; not about Adam, about school. Was that why they’d come? Were they even EPA?
Angela appeared to me in a flash, burning behind my eyes and down my chest.
I bit my lip. “My friend keeps his stash out here.”
Agent Danvers nodded. “I figured you for a stoner. Well, son, you’d best forget about that now.”
“Yes, sir.”
He wasn’t done by a long shot. For the next half hour he joked with his partner, circling the conversation back and asking the same questions, over and over. All I had to do was keep to my story and not talk about Adam… Angela.
It was like she was there in the room, breathing in my ear, and turning up the heat. Her fingers lingered but never touched.
“You’re free to go, Jonah.”
I shook my head. “Huh?”
“Lay off the wacky tobaccy,” Danvers said. “You’ve got a whole life ahead of you. Don’t piss it away on drugs.”
“Oh, yes. Of course. Thank you, sir.”
“We’re going to drive you back into town,” he said. “After that we don’t see you again, or we call your parents.”
“Yes, sir.”
They did just that; ushered me into the back of their car, gently this time, and drove back onto the main road. They didn’t say a word the entire time.
Staring at the back of Danvers’ head I wondered just how much he might have known about Adam’s transformation. It couldn’t be a coincidence they’d come at the same time. Were they the ones to chase me out of the woods that night? Just thinking about it boiled my blood.
We rolled by the park only three blocks from Angela’s house when I asked them to stop. The agents let me out.
“Consider yourself officially warned,” Danvers said.
I nodded.
He lingered a moment and surveyed the scene. “Jonah, do you know anything about Japanese giant hornets?”
“No.”
“They’re ruthless,” he said. “They can tear through a colony of bees in minutes. Leaving them unchecked will do massive damage to the eco-system. That’s why we’re here. Understand?”
“Japanese giant hornets,” I echoed.
“That’s right. So stay out of those woods, Jonah. It’s for your safety as well.”
Danvers climbed back into the passenger seat and drove away with his partner, and there I was, wondering if it was real. The whole experience was like something out of a TV drama; government men didn’t appear out of nowhere, at least in real life.
I stood and clutched my chest. It still burned, like I was still in the classroom, mesmerized by her body.
Angela whispered in my ear, “don’t you want to join in?”
I knew the answer, and it frightened me.
* * * *
I arrived at Angela’s house to laughter from the bushes. It was Cathy and some guy I’d never seen before, straddling each other and rolling in the dirt like a couple of horny kids. At least she was with someone her own age.
She looked to see me gawk. “Jonah!”
“Hey, Cathy. Um, is Angela home?”
She stood, brushed off her skirt and laughed when she realized her underwear was still hanging around her ankles. Her ‘date’ let’s call him, didn’t even try to cover himself, and was determined to bring her back to his level.
“Just inside,” Cathy laughed. “Please don’t mind Jason. He was just leaving.”
She squealed as she tumbled back onto him, and threw herself back into their passionate ritual.
I sighed. “Take your time.”
Sweat and musk rushed out the door as I stepped inside, where Angela and her recruits were crawling over each other. Nick and Sasha were there, furiously necking as we knew they would one day, even if nobody could have predicted the circumstances, and others; Gabe, a theater nerd, and his friend, David, who was grinding beneath.
I shouldn’t have been surprised, but there I was, staring. Worse, it took everything I had not to throw myself into them.
Angela pried the couples apart and sauntered toward me. “What took you?”
“We need to talk,” I said.
She was ready for something else, already stipped of everything but her skirt, socks and underwear. Angela maintained her gaze as she reached back and unfastened her bra, and let it slide down her arms and onto the floor. Next thing she had me pinned to the wall with her breasts pushed up for me to devour.
“You’ve got to tell me what happened in the woods,” I said. “Then maybe we can… fix this…”
Her body all but melted into mine; her curves wrapping around and generating static. Breathing her in was inhaling the fire of life, charging corners of my body I’d never known.
“There’s nothing to fix,” she said.
I shook my head. “Don’t you think this is weird?”
Angela lifted my chin and gazed into my eyes. I was losing myself in the mist.
“Of course it’s weird,” she said, “but ask yourself honestly, now that you have it, is this something you want to lose?”
She made a lot of sense, but that might have been on account of every other thought melting away. The more Angela spoke, the closer she roped me in, the more I was overcome with need. ‘Desire’ was too simple a word for it.
Our lips met and mashed while a flurry of hands grabbed at skin. Any pretense vanished along with my shirt as Angela dragged me back to the bedroom.
She bit her lip and smiled. “We’re going to finish what we started.”
Her room had changed again. New bedding, curtains, and fairy lights running along the ceiling. It was like most other girl’s rooms I’d seen. Any doubts to the depth of Angela’s transformation evaporated on the spot.
I collapsed onto the bed and Angela climbed on top. Her breasts fell over my face, rolling into the million and one bites I left over them. Their softness brushed the scratch of my cheeks, prompting a giggle from the girl attached to them. I smiled and savored them further.
My hands ran down her back, exploring every contour, dancing on fingertips rounding shoulders, hips and finally her ass. She bucked against me and challenge my grip, while at the same time pressing her erection against my own.
Oh, god.
Her hair fell against my face as she leaned close and whispered, “I want you to fuck me.”
My pants were off in a second, but my cock was flat and sore. The spirit was willing, but the constant arousal proved too much.
I dropped my head. “Sorry.”
Angela smiled and pulled me back into a kiss, then stood.
“What if I were to fuck you? Would you be open to that?”
My eyes fixed between her legs and to the uneven bulge rising from her skirt. It was something I’d thought about, but facing it was something else entirely. A lump caught in my throat, and though it was heavy I was able to swallow.
“Yes,” I said.
Her skirt fell away and Angela was naked save for her black, cotton panties. She thumbed the band and lowered them until her tip peeked over the top. It was soft and pink, but still powerful, somehow intimidating in a way that size could not accomplish alone.
She crawled onto the bed, raised my legs and hushed, reaching down to stroke my cheek. “I’m going to start very slow,” she said, “but I’m sure you’ll be a master in no time.”
Arousal stirred in my belly. I’d never dreamed of taking someone inside; that I was suddenly so eager caught me off guard.
Angela lubricated her fingers with KY jelly. At least she was prepared.
“Relax,” she sang.
Easier said than done.
A single digit pressed against my entrance, circling and dripping around the tensed muscle. It was cold and wet, sending a shock up my spine. I arched and whined and struggled.
“Relax,” she said again, and massaged in slow circles.
Soon she worked her way inside and inched deeper, massaging until I was loose. In time it was even warm, and I was hungry to close around her.
Angela laughed. “You’re such a slut.”
I rolled my head back with pride.
“More,” I said.
Every movement was like a tremor shooting through my veins. Angela snaked into sensitive corners never explored and shook them with the curling of her fingers. Her digits burned as they stretched my entrance, more than the lube could cool, but I was beyond caring.
Angela pulled out, leaving my behind empty and aching; though not for long. She lifted my feet and sat them on her shoulders, positioned me at the end of the bed and moved closer. I looked up to her, my friend, beaming and in control.
“Are you ready?”
Her glans paused, fought against the straining ring, and pushed inside. Angela was slow, just as she promised, but was soon gliding in and out. Every minute her confidence grew, pushing deeper until she found her mark. Her cock pumped, running into the secret button to my pleasure.
It grew and fell, leaving me constantly on edge, and always wanting more. God, if I’d only known how good this felt I would have started years ago.
Suddenly I felt my insides pulse; I was losing control.
“I… I’ve got to piss,” I whimpered.
Angela leaned over and clasped my wrists. She wore a devil’s grin. “Let it happen,” she said.
My cock jumped and exploded across my stomach, the fallout of the orgasm Angela thrust into my body. Every inch from head to toe was swimming in sweat now cooling in the otherwise still room.
Angela moaned, unloaded inside me, and collapsed by my side. I could feel her every movement, from the rise and fall of her chest, to her deflating cock retreating and falling out of my behind, to her twitching fingers searching for a place to rest.
I rolled into her arms, planted my face in her breasts and stole another chance to kiss them.
She smiled and stroked my hair. “Was it good for you?”
Like she had to ask.
“Haven’t you wanted to do that since forever?”
“I don’t know,” I said, “but I’m glad we did.”
Angela laughed and pressed her lips to my forehead. “You’re one of us now,” she sang.
That might have seemed strange if I weren’t so tired. Bliss rolled over my limbs and through my chest. I clung to her for warmth and rested; it was hard earned.
When I woke the next day Angela was gone. I was sprawled alone in her bed, face down, drinking the smell of her from the sheets.
What a night it had been.
I found my clothes, dressed myself, and wandered into the living room where Nick, Sasha, Gabe and David were curled up, naked. By the looks of them they’d had the same kind of fun. Figuring they needed the rest I stepped over them and made as quiet an exit as I could.
The sun beat down so hard I could barely stand. Everything was so bright I could barely make sense of shapes, but I endured, stumbling from one side of the street to the other. Every step was like jelly; I couldn’t keep a straight line.
Eventually I made it home and tripped on the front stairs. The ringing in my ears threw any balance I had, leaving me to lean on the wall for support.
I made it inside, step by step, through the living room and into the kitchen. Finally I collapsed into a chair and dropped my head on the table. After a few minutes I’d have my bearings again, at least for the journey to the bedroom; school would be another story.
“Jonah? I’ve been trying to call since last night.”
My Mom’s high heels clicked on the tile between the counter and the sink. She ran the water, filled the coffee pot, and clinked a pair of mugs she pulled from the drying rack.
I murmured something in reply, not even I’m sure what.
She continued her ritual. “Were you at Adam’s last night?”
“Mhm.”
“Well I’m glad you’re back,” she said. “School’s been cancelled for the day, and I need you to keep an eye on your… Jonah?”
I lifted my head and winced. Pain twisted through it like a screw.
Mom placed a hand to my forehead. “You’re burning up.”
“I’m fine.”
She huffed. “Like hell you are. Have you seen yourself? You look like death warmed up.”
And felt the part.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “I can look after Katie.”
Mom looked to the clock and sighed. “Katie’s coming to work with me, and you, young man, are marching yourself into bed.”
She was already in whirlwind mode before I could protest.
“I’ll book an appointment with the doctor today,” she said.
“Mom…”
“The only reason I’m not taking you to emergency is because we can’t afford it, and I don’t have the time.” By then she was flying up the stairs, ready to snatch my sister out of bed.
There was no arguing with my Mom, least of all at the start of the day. Maybe she was right and I could use a day to rest. A few more hours of shut-eye could sway the headache, and I’d be good before she got home; no reason to waste a doctor’s time.
Climbing the stairs may as well have been Everest. My steps were unsure and my grip was slipping. At least it was only twenty feet to the end.
Katie burst out of her room, the color pink given human form. She stopped and gaped.
“You don’t look too good,” she said. “Are you sick?”
“I’m fine.”
“Yes, he’s sick,” Mom said.
“Really, I’m fine.”
“Really, you’re sick,” she said. “Go. Sleep. Now.”
I practically tumbled through the bedroom door and onto the bed. It was soft and warm, even on top the comforter. Any remaining energy bled from my pores and was sapped into the ground.
An extra blanket fell over my back, along with an assuring hand.
“I’ll call during my lunch hour,” Mom said.
Her words faded into noise, and I hummed into the pillow. The world was slipping, and all I knew was Angela hands roaming my body, saturating my skin and filling me with her.
* * * *
Every time I closed my eyes she was there, wrapped around me, moving through me. Thought was no more than fog whipped into sensation; there were no words for it, only the bath of endorphins bringing every touch to life.
Angela cut through the haze, a burning memory turned hallucination. God, I wanted her to be real, just like her lips on my neck, her breasts massaging my back, her nails raking down the length of my chest, and most of all the length of her probing my insides.
Were I able to stand I might have run for her, and called her name in the street.
Sometime in my sleep I’d thrown the blankets and removed my clothes.
Sheets were drenched with sweat. Not even the breeze from outside did anything to cool my skin.
I rolled onto my back and pointed into the air. Even in the throes of a fever I was still hard as a rock. It ached more than all else, and demanded touch. How could I refuse?
My focus waned and my nipples itched. They were flushed and swollen, and cried out when I scratched. Softer touch, however, did a better job to soothe them. The more I circled them the more my chest stirred, catching my breath, and making me harder.
The air was like sand scraping my throat, and salt welled in my eyes.
I rolled out of bed and crawled to the door, only finding my feet when I dragged myself up the frame. Each click of my joints resonated a shockwave firing through nerves and crashing into the euphoria swimming in my veins.
A splash of water to the face brought me back just for a moment; long enough to see the stranger in the mirror. I jumped and stumbled before realizing I was alone.
“What the fuck.”
There was no longer a guy staring back; my fauxhawk had grown into a black mop that fell around my face, my cheeks had grown rounder, everything was soft. Even my limbs seemed leaner, while the hair on my arms and legs had faded into soft fuzz. The hair on my chest had almost vanished completely.
Most striking were the mounds of fat on my chest, drawn by gravity just enough that they started to fold over my flesh.
My dick was still there; I grabbed it to be certain. It was still a part of me, and still pulsing.
Was this because of the night before?
It happened to Adam, and suddenly it was happening to me.
Her voice whispered in my thoughts, “you’re one of us now.”
Did she know about this?
I should have been afraid, or angry, but in truth I was anything but. The new shape glistened with sweat and was demanding that I touch her.
My hands roamed the length of my body, eventually finding the half-handful on my chest and cupping it. The sensation! I collapsed against the wall, my eyes rolling into the back of my head, and got to know myself all over again.
Every inch was thirsty for scratches, for grabs, for light brushes, and in return released waves of pleasure from my head down. What was up and what was down had no more meaning as I writhed and moaned and lusted for every feeling.
I was on the verge of exploding into my thighs as I clasped myself and rutted back and forth. The build up was like nothing I’d experienced before, rolling sensation in waves through my body while also mounting to a climax.
Finally I burst between my legs, and warm liquid trickled between them, accompanied by a cry that echoed down the hall. I was lost in a storm of tingles and rainbows twisting in every muscle across my body, tickling every sense.
It lasted for minutes, then faded until I was alone, spent on the bathroom floor.
The fever eased and my balance returned, though I retained sensitivity.
I stood to examine the new girl; the girl I supposed I was now. She needed some work, brushing her hair and maybe shaving her legs, but otherwise she was pretty. I never wanted to be pretty before then, but the word had become delicious.
“This is fucking insane,” she said, I said.
How was I going to explain this?
* * * *
It took some time to negotiate with the mirror, slicking my hair back, and finding enough loose fitting layers to hide my body, but the transformation was undone… sort of. Less of a girl, and more androgynous.
“My name is Jonah,” I said. Too high. “I’m Jonah,” I said again; my pitch had lost depth, no matter how much I forced it.
What was I even doing? There was no question I’d changed. Since sixteen I’d had to shave every couple of days; people were going to notice I was baby smooth.
I stopped when I heard whispers.
“Hello?”
No answer.
There were no cars in the drive, at least not from where I could see out the bedroom window. Mom, Dad and Katie were still out. Nobody else had business being in the house.
I heard them again, and turned. Then I turned again. Each time they moved, scurrying behind me just out of sight.
Maybe I was hearing things, or maybe it was a prank.
“This isn’t funny,” I said.
My voice was high, and squeaked when I huffed. Even I was annoyed by it.
The whispers started to build, drawing closer but no clearer. They babbled like a river mixed with moans and laughter, until they dripped down the walls and filled the room.
I doubled onto my knees and clasped my ears, for all the good it did. They ran, seemingly without end, forcing through my senses.
Suddenly I felt a hand stroking my hair. With a hush Angela called off the whispers, and smiled down to me.
“It’s alright,” she said. “It’s still growing, and so are you.”
I kicked away and scurried to the corner of the room.
“What was that?”
“Calm down,” she said.
I laughed. “Calm down? Angela, look at me! Not only am I… this, but I’m hearing voices, and apparently so do you!”
She stood and straightened her skirt. “Does that bother you?”
I fought for words and cast my gaze to the floor.
“What’s going on? What was that sound?”
Angela smiled and crossed her arms. “Those were our sisters,” she said.
I shook my head. “What do you mean ‘sisters’?”
“Use your imagination, Jonah. Do I still call you ‘Jonah’?”
“Yeah, for now.”
Angela knelt by my side and stroked my cheek. She was like some kind of angel, cutting through me with gentleness. God, her smell was still intoxicating; smooth, sweet. Was I the same as her?
“You came out so beautiful,” she said. “Why are you trying to cover that up?”
I pulled into a ball. “I… don’t know if I can be a girl.”
“Let me show you.”
I shook my head. “No. Angela, I don’t understand what’s happening.”
“There’s nothing to understand,” she said.
“Did you do this?”
Angela stopped and contorted her brow, as though she didn’t understand. She sat on her knees and leaned close, inviting me to taste those lips again; she knew I couldn’t help myself.
Her hand snaked under my hoodie and up my side before rounding onto my breast. Fuck, she felt so good. Every grope and every squeeze warmed the arousal stirring inside.
“You’re so pretty,” she gasped.
The word buzzed through my thoughts and sent tingles up my arms.
As we became more engrossed the whispers returned to circle us, as though cheering us on. Angela’s laughter echoed in the stream of voices, as did my moans. They pulled tighter like waves under the full moon edging my libido to new heights.
I didn’t want to resist, but…
“Stop.”
Angela pulled away and tilted her head.
“I need some time,” I said.
“What for?”
I leaned back against the wall and banged my head. “There are some things I need to take care of.”
She shrugged and stood again. “Suit yourself. Do you need me for anything?”
“No. Thanks.”
Angela pulled me to my feet and beamed. She pouted and messed with my hair until it was hanging over my eyes.
“It looks a lot better when it’s down,” she said.
My reflection in the window had returned to girl mode; God, I was cute.
Angela stole a kiss and strutted out the door.
“See you at school tomorrow.”
School; there was another thing to worry about.
I stepped onto the balcony and looked over the town. What had come wasn’t leaving anytime soon.
* * * *
The longer I sat, the further I plunged into the sinkhole. My thoughts washed away in the stream of whispers that followed every step, until all that was left was the burning in my loins.
Why wouldn’t it stop? Yet it felt so good, better than anything else.
Suddenly the voices shifted from the room, and I had no other choice but to follow. It was like the pull of gravity, and if my feet didn’t keep in time it would drag me where I needed to go.
I didn’t have to travel far; only to the end of the street and then some, where I came upon a brown, two level home with a cobblestone drive. The garden out front was rocks and desert flowers, aloe vera, cacti and such. A lot of money went into this place, too much for the likes of me.
Still, I marched to the front door and rang the bell. I couldn’t help myself.
It was only when it opened that I learned who lived there; Ellie Campbell, from one of the junior classes. We’d only met in passing, usually during sporting events, but were always friendly. Honestly, she was the kind of person I’d never given much thought.
“Can I help you?” she asked.
She was dressed down in a tank shirt, sweatpants and socks, with her hair pulled into a high ponytail. I’d never noticed before, but her eyes were deliciously brown; rich like the earth and warm, soothing.
I shook myself. “Hey, it’s Jonah, from school. Do you remember me?”
“Yeah, I know Jonah,” she said, “except that Jonah’s a guy. You look like you could be a relative, though.”
The whispers rose again and crashed into my back, forcing me to the wall. The burning was so intense that I was sweating a storm. My cock stood in agony.
“I know this is weird, but can I come inside?” It was like the words came out on their own.
Ellie smiled, and drew the length of her hair across her neck.
“Sure, I think I’d like that.”
What was happening?
She ushered me inside, and swayed as she climbed the steps. Her behind was round and inviting. How had I never noticed it before?
“Are you really Jonah?” she asked.
I nodded.
“You know I always thought Jonah was cute.” Ellie bit her lip. “You’re still cute.”
Arousal stirred in my chest, ready to jump.
She laughed. “I can’t believe I told you that.”
Suddenly I launched, throwing myself into a kiss. Ellie embraced it, devouring my lips as she wrapped one leg around me. God, she was wanting to straddle me there in the hall!
We tumbled through the door and found her bed, where like an animal I ravaged her neck. She was screaming for it, writhing under my weight, and fighting to peel her clothes away.
It was no time at all before I was on my knees, kissing the length of her body and stripping her sweats. Her bare legs were exposed and begging for my mouth, which I was all too happy to indulge.
Ellie combed her fingers through my hair and wrenched it into her fist. “Don’t stop,” she cried.
Her thighs sat on my shoulders while I dived toward the goal, into the open lips between her legs. My tongue flicked and teased her labia as I wafted the smell of her; wasn’t it supposed to smell like fish? Instead I was overcome with salt and sweat, even a touch of sweetness as I lapped at her opening.
“Keep going,” she hummed.
I probed the entrance to her vagina up and down, searching the corners folded into her skin. Soon I found her hood and nudged it to one side, managing to flick the nub with my tongue. Ellie was gyrating in time; strange that so many guys couldn’t find something front and center.
The whispers curled around my mind and pushed me up her body, which I crawled along with kisses and scratches. As soon as I was upright I began to strip and revealed myself to her.
Ellie blinked. “You have a… a penis?”
“Yeah.”
She rubbed her eyes and stared. “You really are Jonah.”
“Yeah, I am.”
Ellie examined my body a second time and smirked. “When did you become a transgender?”
I blushed. “It’s a long story.”
Falling into Ellie was as easy as falling off a bike. Everything about her was warm and wanting, and smelled and tasted like a dream. More than that her pussy slid onto me like a glove, and though it had taken but one piece the sensation swallowed me whole.
My head was swimming; the whispers were cheering us on. They too were screaming, and moaning, and panting, as though the entire world were fucking in tandem. My orgasm climbed to a peak and intensified, growing from embers into an inferno.
When we were done Ellie was in tears. She didn’t want me to go; she wanted me inside her, maybe forever. It was Angela all over again.
We lay still for a time, and played with each other’s hair.
“Was that your first time?” I asked.
Ellie laughed. “No. Why do you ask?”
“I don’t know.”
She shrugged. “It is what it is.”
“Yeah, but… I just showed up on your doorstep. We didn’t even talk much. Don’t you think that’s weird?”
She rolled onto her stomach and planted me with a kiss. “I’m not a slut,” she said.
“I didn’t say you were.”
“Good.”
Ellie and I dressed ourselves and she showed me out the door. It was a happy goodbye; a very happy one given the way we kissed, but guilt still weighed on me. Things were happening so suddenly; could we really be in control?
I had to get away. The town wasn’t safe anymore.
* * * *
Mom wasn’t answering her phone, and neither was the secretary at the front desk; the weirdness was bleeding into every corner, more than could be coincidence.
I jumped the bus into town and hid beneath my hood. Angela’s words still caught in my chest, running goose pimples down my arms whenever I thought about them. The last thing I needed was strangers gawking and trying to get friendly.
Even with my face hidden people were out of character. The driver grinned and chuckled at nothing in particular, while a couple nearby started furiously making out. There was even a little old lady who fought to keep her thighs together, staring out the window and sighing.
I was also aroused, feeling the cotton stroke my nipples with each movement, no matter how slight. A part of me was kicking myself for telling Angela to leave, and for not staying with Ellie, but something else was going down and it was bigger than any of us.
My Mom works for a small town paper, as in the kind that’s dying in the age of the internet. She’s not a reporter; her job is managing subscriptions, organising mailing lists, checking emails, and in her words, “making sure the boss has enough coffee to stay sane.” Not that he had much to begin with, she says.
There was nobody at the front desk when I stepped inside, and nobody answering the phone ringing off the hook. The Gazette was like a ghost town when there should have been at least a dozen staff on hand.
I pressed into the offices. Nobody was at their desk.
From the back room I heard moans; loud, shameless, and slamming against the filing cabinet. On the office blind was cast the silhouette of a woman’s leg kicking into the air.
“Hello?”
“Everyone’s busy,” Katie said. She was sitting in the side office with her head buried in a book.
I leaned in the doorway. “Where’s Mom?”
Katie was puzzled. Of course she was. She’d never seen me like this before.
“My Mom’s in the bathroom,” she said. “She’s been in there for a while.”
But doing what? That was a question for therapy in the future.
I pressed into the ladies’ restroom the way I would a lion pen. Right away there was heavy breathing and the sound of rubbing; thinking about it made me cringe. That I was also aroused turned my stomach.
“Hello?”
“Just a minute!” It was my Mom, short of breath.
I swallowed my pride and knocked at her stall.
“Mom, it’s me, Jonah.” Never mind that I didn’t sound like me.
“Jonah? Wh… I… just give me a moment!”
She fumbled for something and out the stall. Her hair was a mess.
“You look different. Did you get a haircut?”
I clutched my arms to my chest. “I’m… a girl, but that’s not important now.”
Mom shook herself. “You’re what? When did that happen? Oh, honey. Please know that I support you, no matter what path you choose in life.”
For minutes after she spouted the same, and had a whole speech about how we’re all god’s children, how we all bleed red, and so on, and so forth. I guess she was just trying to cover her bases in trying for mother of the year.
Finally, I managed to talk her down.
“We need to get Katie, and Dad, and get out of town,” I said.
She laughed. “Honey, I can’t go anywhere. I have work. My boss would freak.”
“Your boss is too busy fucking his secretary to notice much of anything.”
“Oh, he’s not fucking Janet,” she said. “He’s fucking Jolanda, the cleaner.”
“Yeah, and Katie is in the next room listening!”
Suddenly my dick was straining against my pants, again. Would it never stop? Sex was all around, and I was drawn to it like a moth to flame.
Realization washed over my mother’s eyes. “Katie!”
“This whole town is turning into a doomsday orgy, and she’s stuck in the middle,” I said. “Just yesterday I saw teachers and students going at it in the class room. Everyone’s hot and heavy and out of control!”
Tears welled in her eyes. “You’re right. Something’s off.”
“So we’re leaving?”
She nodded. “We can call your Aunt Gina and Uncle Stu, and see if they can put us up for a few weeks. If not I’m sure we can scrape together for a motel.”
It was a good plan, or at least good enough for the moment. Anywhere was good enough, so long as it was far away.
* * * *
By the time we made it home and packed our things it was night. Dad took some convincing; Mom needed even more to stay off him, enough that they had to take separate cars.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” she said.
“It’s not you. It’s everyone.”
We hugged for the first time in god knows how long. It was only as the unknown loomed that we remembered how much we needed each other. On any other day it might have seemed cheesy.
My father stole glances between loading bags into his car. Somehow he’d managed to avoid the whole mess, and suddenly his only son was a girl. I guess it’d be a shock for anybody; well, anyone with their senses.
Still my thoughts were with Angela. Though she was at the center of it all, tearing myself away was like tearing off my own arm. It wasn’t just the sex, though her smell was still vivid; she was my best friend. I couldn’t imagine a life without her.
The whispers stirred again, chasing me wherever I went. If I didn’t know better I’d swear I heard them call my name.
Mom shook me back to reality. “Come on. Let’s go.”
I sat in the back seat with Katie. She was stressing the most of all of us; probably because nobody would tell her what was happening. After all, how do you explain spontaneous sexual compulsion to an eight year old?
There was also the matter of her brother becoming a sister.
“Do you like being a girl?” she asked.
“Um, it’s okay, I guess.”
“Why aren’t you wearing a skirt?”
“I don’t have any,” I said.
“You could have some of mine, but they’re too small for you.”
I laughed.
The road out of town stretched through the valley, and then for another mile underground. There was little out there save for a gas station and a couple of warehouses, and the wildlife. You’d sooner find deer than you would people.
You can imagine how surprised we were when a figure in fatigues and a face mask waved us to the side of the road. He pointed his rifle away from the car and leaned into the front window.
“Sorry, ma’am. Road’s closed. You’re going to have to turn back.”
There were wooden blockades with barbed wire ahead, along with jeeps and other soldiers. National Guard perhaps?
“I need to get through,” she said. “I’m on my way to see my sister-in-law. It’s a family emergency.”
“Tunnel’s being used for a training exercise, ma’am. You’re free to find some other way.”
Training exercise; what a load.
There was nothing we could do but turn back the way we came, back to the town gone mad.
Mom gripped the wheel and frowned. “What do you think we should do, baby?”
I wished I had an answer.
It was around one before Katie passed out; the rest of us couldn’t sleep.
Mom, Dad and I sat around the living room in silence. I was sat between them, lest they jump each other’s bones. Gross, I know.
There was moaning coming from the neighbor’s house, which was impressive given their age. They were the sort of couple who always bickered and fought. Who knows? Maybe sexual armageddon was the kick their marriage needed.
My Dad huffed and threw himself back into the chair. “There’s got to be something we can do.”
“I guess we just wait until they’re done with their ‘training exercise’ or whatever it was,” Mom said.
He laughed. “Training exercise? Come on. They were wearing masks. This is a quarantine.”
“Quarantine?” she asked. “You think this is a virus, or a chemical attack, or…”
“Or something in the water, or aliens. It could be anything!”
I laughed. “Aliens turned me into a girl, and made everybody bang. Weirdest invasion ever, right?”
Mom ran a hand through my hair. “Are you alright, honey?”
“I’m fine. Mostly worried about Katie. She can’t be around this.”
The weird part was I wasn’t lying. Shouldn’t I have been upset? It seemed like ‘losing your manhood’ was something to cry about, but my body was fine; better than fine. The more I thought about it, the more I was aroused.
Dad kept looking in the other direction, never on me. He clenched his fists and tightened his jaw, as though he would snap at any moment.
“Say it’s a virus,” Mom said, “how is it transmitted?”
Dad shrugged. “Through the water, it could be airborne-”
“Sex,” I said.
They leered the same way they would if I slammed the Pope, with slack jaws and wild eyed disbelief.
“Sex,” my Mom echoed. “Jonah, are you telling us-”
Dad cut her off. “You had sex.”
I nodded.
“And that’s when you ran a fever, and…”
Notes for therapy: the time my parents learned I wasn’t a virgin anymore. They would have probably preferred I killed somebody.
Mom shook her head. “That doesn’t make sense. If the virus is transmitted sexually then why has everybody been clawing at the walls? I haven’t so much as touched anyone, and I’m feeling the effects.”
“Maybe it’s a pheromone,” I said. “You know, like a natural lure. It coaxes people by turning them on, and then it spreads.”
She contorted her brow and stared at the floor. “That does make a lot of sense.”
Meanwhile, Dad was white as a sheet. He sat with arms folded, and shook.
“Eric? What’s wrong?”
He shook his head. “Something happened at work today.”
Mom was resolute. She knew what to expect. “Tell me.”
“Kelly. She’s a barista at the coffee shop downstairs,” he said. “I don’t know what came over me. We were the only ones in the store, and the next thing I knew-”
There were tears in his eyes. It was the third time I’d seen my father choked up, along with the birth of my sister and the Red Sox winning the World Series.
Mom took his hand, though it seemed out of duty more than anything else.
“The world’s gone crazy, and you got caught up in it,” she said. “I… forgive you.”
His eyes leveled on me with all the weight of a sledgehammer.
“What if I change?” he asked.
“Dad…”
He marched out of the room and up the stairs, then slammed the door of the master bedroom. I wanted to follow, but thought better of it.
Mom shifted, lost.
I held her.
“Everything’s going to be okay,” I said.
Sometimes you need to lie to stay sane.
* * * *
I opted to go to school that day, mostly to get away from the parents. It wasn’t just that they were fighting; I was infected. What if my being there was making things worse?
When I arrived the yard was like a wasteland. Only a handful of students had shown up, maybe a few dozen. Most of them were hanging out on the grass, passionately kissing, groping and borderline screwing. They didn’t care that everyone could see; hell, they probably got off on it.
They weren’t the only ones.
Angela was where she usually was, by the dumpsters. This time, however, she had better things to do than smoke, like dart her tongue down Sasha’s throat while stroking the inside of her thigh. The two were ravenous.
Sitting across from them, sprawled across was a brown haired girl with straight bangs, her legs spread apart so she could massage the swell in her leggings. She was a sight to behold; the urge to pounce her was growing.
I shook myself. “Nick?”
The girl laughed, but didn’t stop playing with herself. “Nicola,” she said.
Angela pulled away from her make out session. “I can’t believe that’s the name you’re going with,” she said.
Nicola scoffed. “Fuck you. I like my name. Nicola is cute.”
“You’re a girl,” I said.
She rolled her eyes. “So are you, I think. What’s with the get-up?”
I hid behind my arms and looked away. The baggy shirt and jacket weren’t offering the cover I was hoping for.
“Jonah’s still adjusting,” Angela said.
Sasha stroked her cheek, enticing her back to their make out session. They didn’t let up, not after first bell, or the second.
I left them behind in search of distraction.
The staff had called an ‘emergency’ assembly, to which only a few showed. Looking around the majority were girls, some whom I recognized, and others I didn’t. They were all smiles, leaning into each other, and laughing.
The handful of boys that remained sat spread in the back rows of the auditorium, all red in the face, most probably pounding it behind the seats.
I knew how they felt. My head was spinning and my dick was prodding to life.
Principal Schaffer walked to the podium; at least I think it was him. Once upon a time he was a stern man, short, round and balding, not like this woman in a pencil skirt who was voluptuous, well endowed, and able to sashay in a perfect figure eight. She still had graying hair, though it didn’t take away from her divinity.
“Good morning,” she said, though nobody was listening. “Students, I’d like you to meet a special guest this morning. May I introduce to you Mr. John Danvers from the Board of Health. You’re going to be seeing a lot of him over the next few days, so please make him feel welcome.”
Danvers, the agent from the… well, I guess not the EPA. Sure enough the same goofy man took the stage beside Principal Schaffer and waved to the disinterested crowd. He didn’t seem fazed by the wave of heavy petting before him, neither aroused or disgusted. Of everyone in the room he was the only one to hold his composure.
This was getting more suspicious by the day.
“Mr. Danvers will be calling on students as part of his work,” Principal Schaffer said. “Please be sure to answer his questions to the best of your ability. Thank you. You are dismissed.”
Some left, but most stayed as they were caught in a storm of sex. In the front row, Jane Fuller was bent over eating the snatch of one of her fellow cheerleaders while one of the new girls took her from behind. The girl in turn was having her breasts massaged and her neck ravaged by one of the few remaining boys, Andrew Wall, the baseball captain.
Meanwhile, Principal Schaffer was running her finger down Agent Danver’s tie while shooting him a saucy grin. Somehow he found it in himself to decline; a choice that even caused me pain. Were I in his shoes I would have jumped her on the spot.
What was his secret?
The second I stepped into the hall I found Angela and threw her against the wall. I ached and needed, and only the taste of her could fill the chasm yawning inside. Her hands, her body, her lips were everything, tasting of smoke and sweat and sex, and they were mine.
Sasha laughed. “Get a room, you two.” She said this in spite of the fact she was fondling her crotch, and Nicola’s in time.
Soon we stopped for breath and Angela took a step away.
“You should come with us to the mall,” she said.
“We’ve got school.”
“Nobody cares,” she said, “and we need to get you some new clothes. The tomboy look is getting old.”
Danvers stepped out of the auditorium and rounded into the hall, striding toward his destination with single-minded purpose.
I composed myself. The whispers turned in the back of my mind, but I clung to my resolve; there was something important I had to take care of.
“You go ahead,” I said. “I’ll catch up.”
The world churned and I stumbled against the whispers, that like a gale wind blew me over. Angela helped me upright, and brushed the hair from my eyes.
“You’re coming with us,” she said.
Nicola and Sasha grinned in unison. Were they doing this to me?
Either way, there wasn’t going to be resistance.
* * * *
We pressed into the building and through a sea of people, ignoring the moans and groans and giggles. They still tickled my arousal, and caused me to stop on my way to the food court to take care of business, right there in the pavilion. No-one batted an eye, and the few who noticed opted to join.
This was the new normal, and I could barely remember the world as it was before.
Angela, Sasha and Nicola held my arms, dragged me to the upper levels, and into one of the clothing outlets.
“What are you doing?”
“Trust us,” Angela said, “you’re going to love this.”
It wasn’t the kind of store I’d have gone to on my own; it was the home of tween would-be punks and goths into baby pins and pants with superfluous zippers. Red and black, purple and black, gray and black, and even black and black were orders of the day.
Angela pulled me into one of the change rooms.
“You like Hell Girls, right?”
She was already stripping me.
Hell Girls was one of those websites with ‘alternative’ models; you know, tattoos, piercings, heavy metal, and an ironic love for cartoons that probably wasn’t ironic. Every week they’d come out with a new series, and every week I had a new background for my phone.
Nicola threw a pile of clothes at us.
“Try these,” she said.
She didn’t pull the curtain closed, and nobody seemed to care.
Sasha fiddled with my hair and pulled my fringe back.
“Hold still,” she said.
I backed to the wall. “What are you guys doing?”
“Showing you how awesome it is to be a girl,” Angela said.
I opened my mouth to say something, but words melted on my tongue. The more I wrestled with the thought the more I was overcome with the mist, and the whispers, and the sudden hardness answering the fabric pressed against me.
Angela threw away a bra; black with hot pink polka dots. “We need a size up, Nicola,” she said.
They were like a tornado, stripping me down in full view of everyone. I burned, maybe out of shame, but maybe out of something else. It was hard to be certain.
“I… don’t…”
Angela hoisted my breasts into a new bra and cupped them with her hands. She was so warm, so secure. I hoped she never let go.
“It was scary for me at first,” she said, “but once you see yourself for who you really are…”
She continued her work, dressing me up and down while Sasha styled my hair and applied make-up. The sensation was almost too much; wet, and thick, but clean smelling, while soft materials glided across my body, begging me to touch them.
I don’t know how long they worked, though it seemed like forever. Angela, Sasha, and Nicola stepped back and gave me room to move. I leaned into them, to touch, to kiss, to fuck, anything, until they grabbed my shoulders and turned me to the mirror.
The second transformation was more jarring than the first.
There was no question a girl was staring back, even when you factored the bulge poking at my reflection. Messy hair hung over my eyes, highlighted in pink and pronounced by the eyeliner, every inch of my body popped to life. They’d chosen a black dress with a lace pattern that arched to my neck, and left my shoulders naked. The hemline didn’t reach far; given the choice I’d say it was more a top than a dress.
Angela popped her head over my shoulder and took a bite at my neck. “You… are good enough… to eat.”
I shuddered; her eating me was a dream.
She grinned like the devil and stepped away. “Hold that thought. Nicola, Sasha, keep her occupied.”
Sasha ran her hands down my shoulders and guided me to the wall before meeting me for a kiss. She was sweet and tender, giggling and taking her time before each taste of my lips. I was like jelly in her touch, and I buckled, falling to the stool in the corner.
I hardly noticed Nicola falling to her knees; not until she pulled the band of my panties and invited my cock to fall out. I was already half-hard, only growing harder with her steamy breath running down it.
The unreality was striking. Not even a week ago the former Nick would balk at the idea of two men holding hands. Then he was on the floor, as a girl, with styled hair and a short skirt, swallowing a penis like she needed it to live.
Her tongue swirled around the tip, moving under my foreskin and tickling the sensitive glans.
My moans were silenced by Sasha and her probing of my mouth with her tongue. She tasted like passionfruit soda, and I was hooked.
Soon my cock had disappeared down Nicola’s throat. She worked her way down the length, teasing the underside, making love to it with her mouth, burning wet the whole way. Then she rammed it deep, running it along her tongue until the swollen tip caught in her throat. Muscle expanded and contracted around my cock, massaging it in desperate gulps.
I thought that Nicola was going to choke, but she was determined to hold on. Fuck, I’d never felt anything so good!
The whispers returned, and reveled in the pool of endorphins swishing down my body. From head to toe was iced chills and flashes of heat in rapid succession, melting my thoughts into a lake of euphoria. I was blinded by sensation; anything outside the stall ceased to exist.
Sasha pulled back and laughed. “Oh no, we ruined your lipstick,” she said.
I took a handful of hair pulled her back. We weren’t nearly done.
“Don’t get too caught up,” Angela said. “The fun’s just beginning.”
Sasha and Nicola pulled away, leaving me a panting mess sprawled in a dressing room with my dick hanging out.
Angela laughed and tucked her hair behind her ear.
“Well aren’t you a picture?” she said. “Now what do we call you? ‘Jonah’ just won’t do.”
I hummed, “Brooke.”
She leaned close and stole a kiss, laughing as she did.
“In that case, Brooke, I’d like to introduce you to a brand new friend. Say hello to Scott.”
Angela stepped to one side to reveal a very nervous looking boy, probably a few years older than we were, with spirals of blonde hair that bounced with every movement. He looked me up and down and bit his lip; his hands were buried in his pockets, probably in an attempt to hide something.
“What do you think?”
I was speechless. Even if I could string a thought together, words trickled on my tongue.
Angela took his arm and pulled him closer. “Scott wants to join our club,” she said.
His jaw hung open, his breathing was heavy; what he saw filled him with want. The whispers rushed through my head and filled me with the same.
Scott gulped. “Er, hi. I mean…”
“He wants you to fuck him,” Angela said. “Isn’t that right?”
The boy nodded. His gaze was fixed on my erection. How could I resist?
I flew into a kiss and pressed him to the wall. Scott groaned in disbelief. His heart beat against my breast as I closed the space between us, lifted one leg and grinded against him. Despite his large frame he wasn’t a ‘big’ boy, but that didn’t matter. I grabbed his ass and rolled the firm cheeks in my hands.
“You want me to fuck you in the ass?” I asked.
Scott gasped and nodded.
The floodgates of my arousal opened, and I was ravenous. I turned Scott against the wall and kissed his shoulder, up his neck and to his ear, all while gyrating against him. He squirmed like a wounded animal, but made no effort to escape.
“Go easy on him,” Angela said. “It’s his first time.”
I lapped at his skin as I dropped his pants and cupped my finger between his cheeks. He winced as I pressed a digit against his hole, which was dry save for his sweat, and tickled it with a circular motion.
Angela was there to offer me a bottle. “Lube. Lots of lube.”
I followed her instruction and drizzled my fingers in gel. Suddenly they were able to glide along the boy’s skin, and practically steamed when they met his entrance.
His gasps were as delicious as they were pathetic, and encouraged me to work further into him. Soon I had one finger inside, then two, and was fucking him with the same come hither motion that Angela had used on me.
“Soon he’ll be just like us,” she said.
I stopped for a moment, but the thought melted away. What did she mean?
Scott was hungry, so much that he was humping my fingers, trying to drive them deeper than I was probing. As I pulled free I could have sworn his hole gave a pout, though it wouldn’t be sullen for long.
The lube was cold on my dick, but did nothing to quell the intensity it burned with.
I lined my tip to his entrance and pressed into him. Scott gave way almost immediately, but shuddered upon feeling the fullness of my girth. He squeezed around my length for all it was worth, working my cock as I searched out a rhythm.
It was different to my last experience; Ellie’s vagina was more encompassing, but Scott’s ass was tight, almost determined. Of the two neither was better or worse, only unique in sensation. In the future I would still gladly do both.
His butt slurped as I moved in and out, pulling so hard that I was going to cum in no time. Already I was losing myself to the build-up in my abdomen, so large I felt I could explode out of him.
I whined as I unloaded, and flinched with each squirt that I gave. A trickle of semen ran down his balls as I pulled out, painting the perfect picture of a boy thoroughly used. I felt guilty, but not so much that it dashed my arousal.
The whispers churned in celebration, as did my friends.
“That was so fucking hot,” Sasha said.
I tucked myself back under my skirt and struggled to stand.
Angela snaked an arm around my torso and pulled me into a kiss; fiery, passionate, and filled with the eagerness I’d had moments before.
“Dibs on sloppy seconds,” Nicola said. She was already on her knees, cleaning Scott with her tongue.
I shook myself back to sanity. “Is Scott going to-”
Angela frowned. “What?”
“He’ll be just like us. That’s what you said.”
She tilted her head. “And?”
“Does that mean he’ll change?”
Angela smiled and teased my hair, holding me in her arms while humming to herself. “Well, yeah. That’s how this works,” she said. “It’s okay. He wants this, just like you and I did, even if he doesn’t know it yet.”
I fought the dizziness and stepped away.
“None of this feels weird to you?”
She looked at me like I was crazy, but didn’t think about it too long. Her attention was soon snatched up by the sight of Nicola fucking Scott while Sasha offered him her pussy on the other end.
More than anything I wanted to join, like I was magnetised to them, but I pulled away.
This was more than weird; it was wrong.
* * * *
There were no busses heading home, or anywhere. Come to think of it there weren’t many cars. When I finally saw one it pulled to the side of the road and idled.
I walked, not approaching, but by the car. That’s when I saw the driver leaned back in his seat, hand in his slacks, flogging his tool like it owed him money. Instead of disgust I pitied him; he was caught up, same as any of us.
The whispers clicked in my head, and thrust me into his window. I pressed on the glass and leered over the purple head he was nursing. It pulled me in like a tractor beam.
He opened the door and gestured for me to climb inside.
“Sorry,” he said. “I don’t know what’s come over me.”
He continued to masturbate.
There was guilt there, more than I’d seen from anyone else fallen to this, as though by giving in he was letting someone down. God, maybe? He had the church boy look to him, with neat hair and buttoned shirt tucked into his trousers.
The whispers guided me to him.
I bent my head down and salivated. This guy’s cock was my own version of The Last Supper.
Less than a week before I was a virgin, among other things; weird that I was all of a sudden sitting in a car giving a stranger a blowjob, like it was nothing. That was crazy, wasn’t it? Not that it seemed to matter.
He came, and I lapped it up. The tidal wave fell back, though it would soon return.
The driver blushed and zipped up his fly. “So, er, can I take you anywhere?”
Why not? It was better than walking.
I came home to a front door hanging open. Nothing else was out of place, and the locks were intact, so I dismissed any ideas of a break-in.
From upstairs echoed moans and panting, one of the voices belonging to my Mom. She wasn’t even trying to hide it.
I called up, “hello?”
“They’ve been in there all day,” Katie said.
She was sitting in the living room, about ten feet from the doorway. There was a pile of DVDs strewn across the floor, and static on the TV.
I peered up the stairs, then back to my sister. “Any visitors while I was gone?”
“No,” she said. “You look pretty.”
“Thanks.”
“And scary.”
I smiled. “How about pretty scary?”
Katie looked down. She wasn’t in the mood for jokes.
I joined her on the sofa and poured through the DVDs. All her favourites were there, including the one about the ice princess with all the songs.
“The TV doesn’t work,” she said.
“Mom and Dad couldn’t help?”
Katie frowned. “They were busy, and loud.”
Poor kid. She’d been alone all that time, isolated because nobody could keep it in their pants anymore. I pulled her into a hug and kissed her crown; a gesture she blithely accepted.
Mom and Dad were still fucking, still making enough noise to wake the dead. How long had they been at it?
I smiled to Katie. “How about some food?”
“Pizza fingers?” she asked.
Mom would have a fit, but all things considered I wasn’t about to say no.
I stepped into the kitchen to find things in disarray; cupboards hanging open, bowls and utensils on the counter, and all the things you’d expect when leaving a child to their own devices.
Suddenly there was a bang from the next room. Before I could run to see I was facing down a man in a hazmat suit, the same kind I’d seen in the woods. What was he doing in my house?
He wasn’t alone.
Katie screamed and I jumped. Two other figures scooped her up and carried her out the door, while another two climbed the stairs. The first grabbed me by the arms and held me in place; no matter how hard I struggled he wouldn’t budge.
“Leave my sister alone!”
“Take it easy, kid,” he said.
Like hell!
“Mom! Dad!” I screamed, louder than I ever had before, but it didn’t stop my parents fucking. They were too far gone, even then.
The second pair returned from upstairs with a bag of Katie’s clothing and some of her toys. As soon as they left my captor wrestled me to the sofa and inched away.
“Stay,” he said.
I ran out the door to chase them, just in time for the panel van door slide shut. I beat my fists against it, and it drove away.
“You can’t do this!”
The van disappeared, like it was never there at all, same as my sister.
I lingered on the street, more lost than ever. What was I supposed to do?
“They took Katie!”
My Mom blinked in horror, just like she had the last five times.
“Who?” she asked.
“The men in the suits!”
She shook herself. “When?”
I was ready to tear my hair out. “While you and Dad were fucking each other stupid!”
Language like that would have me grounded on an ordinary day, but my Mom wasn’t all there. Every few moments she closed her eyes, bit her lip, and held one hand down to keep from touching herself, just like every other horny fool in town.
“Mom!”
She jumped upright. “Yes?”
“Katie,” I said.
“Wh-what happened to Katie? Where is she?”
It was worse than I could imagine.
I ran upstairs to the master bedroom. If she couldn’t do anything then maybe I was talking to the wrong parent. I knocked and burst inside, only to find my father curled on the floor, with sweat pouring off his skin.
“Oh my god.”
My family, as it was, ceased to exist.
I had to do something, so I got on my phone to text everyone I could. When it said the network was down I tried getting online, but no computer would connect. Even the house phone was dead.
Were the government men behind that as well?
I switched from the pumps my friends had prescribed into sneakers and sprinted to Angela’s home. The sun was setting, and while heavy trucks failed to slow when I crossed their path I kept going.
The lights were on, and there were noises coming from inside.
I pounded on the door, and waited.
Angela swung from the handle and twirled into the opening, flashing the contents of her robe. The stink of pot billowed in thick plumes as she laughed.
“About time you got here,” she said.
“I need your help.”
She beamed. “With getting off? Baby, you know that’s what I’m here for.”
“No,” I said. “Something else.”
Angela rolled her eyes and sauntered back inside. “I’m guessing it’s serious business.” She didn’t even look at me when she sprawled on the sofa, and started running circles around her nipple.
My body stiffened; my skin was electricity and my dick a flaming torch.
Still, I breathed.
“You’ve seen those weird cars and trucks,” I said, “and now there’s that Danvers guy at the school. You’ve noticed him too, right?”
Angela frowned. “The bald guy? Yeah, he’s fucking gross. Schaffer can have him.”
“No, we’re not going to fuck him,” I said. “He-I mean his friends took my sister.”
She scowled. “What, Danver’s a fucking pedo?”
“No. He’s not a pedo.”
She thought about it for a moment, long enough to stop playing with herself. “So those guys are pedos?”
I sighed. “It’s probably worse than that.”
“Nothing’s worse than that,” she said.
I knelt before her and grabbed her arms. “Angela, this isn’t a sex thing. I know it’s hard, but you need to stop thinking about it, just for a few minutes. Can you do that for me?”
She writhed against my grasp, and smiled. “This is pretty hot.”
I let go. “Angela, people are changing, and weird government guys are sitting there and watching. Now they’ve run off with my sister. We need to do something about this!”
She paused. “You’re really worried about this, huh.”
“My question is, why aren’t you?”
“Because,” she said, “it feels fucking amazing. You don’t think so?”
I shook. There was no denying the chasm of want that only grew wider.
“Angela, I can’t do this alone,” I said. “I came here because you’re my best friend, and weird as things are there’s nobody else I can trust. Will you help me?”
She caught my gaze and smiled; not with mischief this time, but with a kind of appreciation. It wasn’t often I got to see that side of her, especially in this chaos, but in that moment Angela was real with me. She pulled me close and kissed my lips, softly, with no intent to further arouse.
“All you had to do was ask,” she said.
* * * *
That night was just the two of us. Cathy was ‘on a date’ and Angela had the house to herself. There were no lovers, no recent converts; just me and my friend lounging under the dim light of her lamp.
Of course it turned sexual - that was the curse we lived with - but this time was different. The whispers were subdued, and hushing, like waves in the distance. When Angela and I touched it was like sending ripples along a still pool.
She lay on her side and ran her nails down my neck. Her hair was still wet from the shower she’d taken before I arrived. God, she smelled amazing every time I breathed her in.
“You doing okay?” she asked.
I said nothing.
Angela sighed. “I’ve been worried about you.”
“Really?” I shifted to sit up. For her to say something like that didn’t seem natural.
She shrugged and lay her head between my breasts.
My fist balled and released as I held her, and frowned. “Angela,” I said, “when we… the first time… did you know that it would be like this?”
“Did I know you’d change sex like me,” she said.
I hummed.
“No, I didn’t.”
“But now you do know,” I said, “and you know that Scott will change, and that everyone else you… we…”
Angela rolled onto her stomach and peered up at me, tightening her smile. “You want to know if I regret it?”
I nodded.
“No,” she said, “and even if I did know I would have done the same.”
My blood ran cold. Could she really know what she was doing? Being driven by supernatural urges was one thing; this was something else.
Angela furrowed her brow. “Do you hate me?”
I stroked her hair. “No. A part of me wants to, but I don’t.”
She crawled into my lap and nuzzled into my shoulder, from there searching out my lips. Her tongue was warm and delicate, just like the rest of her. My hand snaked inside her robe and caressed her side.
“I don’t understand why you’re worried about me,” I whispered.
Angela’s eyes seemed to swallow me whole. “Because what’s happening to us is a miracle,” she said, “and I want you to be happy.”
My mouth fell open, but I couldn’t argue. I’d felt it too; the past week had opened the door to sensations I could never have dreamed of.
She cupped my jaw and pulled me into a kiss. I practically tumbled into it and swam in the warmth. Angela caressed my body as she rolled onto her back, and I climbed onto her. I leaned down and littered pecks along her cheek, neck and ears. Her giggles were like music.
We lingered in each other’s gaze. Those misty eyes were doing it again, begging me to get lost in them. They poured over me like honey and seeped into every nook. Then she smiled, and I shuddered.
“You really are beautiful,” she said.
I flushed. “You’re one to talk.”
She slipped out of her robe and arched, Her breasts heaved as she sighed and I was as devoted as always. Some things never change, I guess. Her skin begged me to taste it, and I did, lapping at it and taking small bites as I explored her neck.
It was more than arousal; whispers or not, there was nowhere else I would have been at that moment, and to look at Angela she felt the same. Her fingers glided across my flesh with grace and ease, running back and forth in long swirls.
We must have been there for hours just touching and caressing, late into the night, never getting enough. If anything my desire grew.
Our bodies practically melted into one another as we lay on our sides with limbs intertwined. We made sure not to miss an inch of one another; stroking each other’s hair, raking our nails down each other’s backs, and lingering on the corners of vulnerability you wouldn’t think to draw sexuality from.
The curve of Angela sprawled before me was irresistible, with contours running down her ribs and into a soft valley before rising again to her hip. I was drunk on the sight of her alone, a body of steep turns, smooth all over.
She bent down to take a nipple into her mouth. I was swollen and still growing, and hung low enough she had to dip her head. Next was the hotness of her mouth burning against me, while her tongue lashed my areola.
She murmured, “you’re so fucking beautiful.”
If I didn’t feel it before her touch made the difference.
Angela’s fingers found my cock and wrapped around it, digit after digit. She worked in lazy rhythm, stroking me with skin as soft as velvet. Soon I was straining and thrusting against her.
My mouth hung open. I could have said anything but words fizzled into nothingness. Instead I just held her head and drew her deeper into my breast.
The tempo lifted the longer we were at it, until I was rutting into Angela’s palm and climbing toward orgasm. She lifted her head and smiled, hungry to see the look in my eyes as she sent me over the edge.
“Cum for me,” she gasped, as though I needed telling.
I whimpered and convulsed, covered in sweat and shivering. A rush of cold washed over me, and my skin was electricity, jumping at every touch. My dick twitched, splattering its contents across Angela’s stomach before falling soft and dribbling onto the sheets.
Angela cradled me in one arm and smiled. She brought her hand to her lips and licked a finger clean. I swear, my cock flexed at the sight.
“Would you like some?”
I said nothing, but accepted the finger. The taste of semen was something I’d never thought about, and though it was bitter and tasted like glue there was no taking away from how hot it was.
“Do you really want to go back to the way things they were?” she asked.
I shook my head. “Not in a million years.”
She pulled me into a kiss, and I was lost again. The curse was not without its pleasures.
* * * *
I marched into the main school building with purpose.
The halls were filled with students again, none of them male - at least not anymore. They fawned and caressed each other, practically stripping each other right there in front of everybody. One girl was on her knees, while her friends took turns ramming their cocks down her throat. Even more remarkable was how unfazed the others were, save for maybe an appreciative rub of their crotch in passing.
It would have been easy to stop right there, drag two or three relative strangers into a class, and beg them to impale me like a spitroast. The thought was overwhelming, and rolled over all others, but I composed myself and pressed on.
Nobody flinched when the bell rang, and why would they? Class was just a pretense at that point.
Danvers arrived at the nurses’ station at 9:27, but there was no sign of Angela. I figured she’d be late; changing sex was one thing, her inability to keep time was another. Usually I wouldn’t care, but I’d never had to rely on her when the stakes were so high.
Finally she sauntered into the hallway.
“Where the shit were you?”
Angela smirked and wiped her chin. There was semen splattered across her cheeks and across her shirt, more than any one person could produce alone.
“Maybe I made a mistake,” I said.
“What’s your hurry?” Angela shrugged.
She was a mess, and all I had to clean her with was the sleeve of my top. How could she walk around like that?
“My sister,” I said. “That’s why.”
“Hey, you.”
We turned to the office behind where Danvers had us locked in his crosshairs. He curled his finger to beckon me closer.
“Don’t think I don’t see you,” he said.
Angela gave me that ‘now or never’ look and strutted toward him. I buried my hands in my pockets and shuffled to the doorway.
Would Danvers recognize me, and what would he do if he did? Two encounters in the woods, and then lingering near his office; he’d know I was snooping.
The agent ushered us into the station pointed me to a chair. “Sit.”
I did as I was told.
“You, with me,” he said to Angela.
She waggled her brows and followed his lead, smiling the whole time. It stunned me how chill she was throughout the whole ordeal, or maybe it was her condition. Nobody was acting normal; why should this be any different?
The door clicked shut and I was in action.
There wasn’t much to the office; a desk, a computer, a couple of chairs, a filing cabinet, and a bed with a paper sheet. On one of the shelves were a stack of folders, most likely patient files.
I listened for the door. Danvers and Angela were talking, though I couldn’t make sense of what they were saying.
The file on top belonged to ‘Young, Andrew’, whoever that was. There was a yearbook photo inside from his sophomore days, back when he was a clean cut boy shying from the camera. It was a world apart from the second picture featuring an older girl with an afro. So much had changed in just a few days.
I poured over the chicken scratch notes, typical for medical staff if the stereotypes were true.
“Patient shows signs of skeletal contortion and muscle refinement… fat redistribution and breast growth… increased libido… and other symptoms indicative of exposure to the tiresias
virus…”
The folder fell to the ground, and I blinked.
“Virus?”
As soon as the doorknob turned I scrambled to return the file, and jumped back to the seat.
Danvers stepped out and shot me a suspicious look, then turned to usher Angela out.
She looked great, as always; swaying back and forth like she’d cum for the hundredth time.
“Have a nice day, Angela,” he said, then turned to me. “Come in.”
She stroked my cheek and wandered past. “Have fun!”
I stood and tentatively stepped into the next room. There was more to it than the waiting area, with a series of machines I couldn’t put a name to, along with a refrigerator and shelves of medical equipment. It was no mere nurses’ station, not like it was before this all began.
There was a woman inside who looked a lot more qualified than a nurse, with faded red hair and folds hard pressed into the corners of her grimace. She went to the corner where she fished for a number of capsules, syringes, a kidney dish, more.
Danvers snapped his fingers, drawing me back to him, and maybe to keep my attention off what she had planned.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
I froze. The whispers clouded my thoughts. Only one name came to mind.
“Brooke,” I said.
He nodded. “Brooke, huh. I’m gonna go out on a limb and say that’s not the name you were born with. Am I right?”
I nodded.
“You got that look about you,” he said, “like you don’t got this worked out yet. It’s pretty different, huh?”
The woman in the scrubs came to my side and tied my arm.
“We’re just going to take some blood,” she said.
She swapped the inside of my elbow with an alcohol pad and fed a needle into my vein. Blood erupted into the connected vial.
Finally, I managed to speak. “You’re both from the health department, right?”
“That’s right,” Danvers said.
The doctor switched vials and started on a second.
“Anything I should be worried about?”
“We got a report about a measles outbreak,” he said. “Usually it’s nothing serious, but we’re obligated to investigate.”
“Is that all?”
Danvers was quiet. His gaze bore into me like a drill, and I didn’t dare to flinch.
The woman in the scrubs taped a cotton bud over the needle mark and guided me to my feet.
“I’m going to need you to take off your shirt,” she said.
“Is this part of a measles test?” I asked.
Danvers’ glare was like ice down my back. His laugh was even colder.
“You know, most of your friends couldn’t wait to get their clothes off,” he said. “What are you, some kind of prude?”
I said nothing and slipped off my shirt, then my bra. The doctor said nothing as she massaged my breast. Her latex glove was dry and caught on my skin, but was still soft enough to prickle it with sensation. My body betrayed a gasp as she applied the calipers to them.
“How long have you had these, Brooke?” she asked.
The whispers moaned, running behind my eyes and down the back of my throat until my erection was burning. It was hard to hide while we were so close; the woman in scrubs pulled me back whenever I tried to move.
“A few days,” I said.
“Do you feel any pain in them? Itching?”
I shook my head.
Then she took my nipple between her thumb and forefinger, and turned. A cocktail of pleasure and pain surged through my body.
“On a scale of one to ten, how sensitive are they?”
My eyes rolled back. “Ten. Fuck…”
She pulled back and returned to her tablet to record notes. Meanwhile I was shivering and burning at the same time, and suddenly aching at the lack of touch. God, I needed someone to fuck me!
“You sure this is a measles test?”
Danvers smirked. “You’re a curious one, aren’t you?”
The doctor placed her tablet down and guided me to turn around.
“Please remove your leggings and underwear,” she said.
Was this what they were doing with the other students? I shivered and did as I was told, only to feel a latex glove on my back urging me to bend.
“Please lean on the counter,” she said. “This is standard procedure.”
‘Standard procedure’ was an application of cold jelly to my entrance, just as Angela had demonstrated before. The doctor used the same long motions with her finger and inched her way inside.
My knees buckled. Her digit wormed into the heart of my arousal, pressing into my spot. My cock flushed with heat, and I was swimming.
Danvers didn’t watch. How many times had he seen this? How many others were bent over just as I was? He was more invested with the contents of his tablet.
“You’ve been milked before,” the doctor said. “Just an observation. There’s no shame indulging what feels good.”
She pressed into me until I felt the stirring inside. I almost didn’t notice the plastic cup she held beneath me.
My cock flexed and twitched, dribbling my cream into the container. The doctor held it close, making sure to catch as much of it as she could, before pulling it away and sealing it. She removed her finger from my ass, slowly, and after wiping the container down and placing it in storage she made sure to wash her hands and replace her gloves.
I was still hunched over, barely able to stand.
She leaned over to the agent to whisper something in his ear, and he nodded. As I dressed they both regarded me strangely, like I had a second head or something. Of all the weird things going on apparently I stood out.
The doctor cleared her throat. “Brooke, how do you feel about your… transformation?”
I shrugged.
“Do you miss being a male?” she asked.
“I’m still a guy, aren’t I? I mean, I still have my dick.”
“With female secondary sexual characteristics,” she said. “You don’t find that distressing?”
I pulled my jacket on. “It’s weird, but it doesn’t feel bad.”
Danvers lifted his head. “Weird how?”
I looked between the two and stepped back. “Just weird, you know? I mean, guys don’t turn into girls everyday. They don’t just grow boobs, or…”
“You’ve noticed it happening to your peers,” the doctor said.
I shook my head. “Listen, I should get going.”
The agent and the doctor shared a silent conversation and nodded. Danvers held the door open for me. The doctor reached to shake my hand.
“Alright, Brooke. Come and see us tomorrow, would you? We’d like to know some more about your situation.”
“We can’t talk about them now?”
“No,” she said. “Tomorrow.”
I inched out of the door, still negotiating how to walk after the last orgasm. They watched until I rounded the corner and was out of view. Did I say something wrong?
Angela was waiting by the main entrance, leaning against a post and grinning like the cat who caught the canary. She brushed away the cheerleader she was flirting with - though it was probably more than flirting - and grabbed my hand. She held it against her chest, where something sharp and metallic rested between her cleavage.
“I got his car keys,” she chirped.
“What? How?”
“By putting on the moves,” she said. “Duh.”
I threw her against the wall and flew into a kiss. To think I ever doubted her.
Angela rested her brow against mine and beamed. “Question is, what are you going to do with them?”
A plan started to form.
* * * *
It wasn’t hard to find Danver’s car; the digital lock beeped for us. Of course he had a six seat four wheel drive, black with government plates. Anything else would have been too obvious.
“Plenty of room for us to hide in the trunk,” Angela said.
“I need you to return the keys to Danvers.”
Angela pouted and cuddled into my shoulder. “You sure? We could have some fun in the back seat, if you know what I’m saying.” The finger tracing along my neckline made a fantastic point.
I stroked her hair and planted her with a kiss. “We can’t let ourselves be distracted.”
Her smell was distraction enough, and it followed wherever I went. Not thinking about it took more effort than it deserved.
Angela sighed and grabbed my hips, dancing and grinding against them. Her breasts squished against my own, and I was captivated. The power she had was growing every day.
“Just know that when you get back I’m going to fuck your brains out,” she said.
How could I say no to that?
I crawled into the back and hid under a blanket between a spare tyre and a first aid kit. Angela closed the door and activated the lock, leaving me alone to wait.
The air was stale and hot, and sitting still was a pain. I don’t know how long I was there, only that boredom and nerves were urging me to leave. Meanwhile, the whispers were stirring again, and the aftermath of an Angela encounter brought my erection back to life.
Fuck.
Suddenly the locks clicked and the car beeped. I sat frozen under the blanket as footsteps approached, the door opened and someone sat inside. The engine turned and the vehicle was in motion, first reversing out of park, then rolling to its destination.
A dial tone played over the car stereo, and was picked up on the other end.
“Report.”
“We’ve administered solution XV-127 to a control group of two dozen stage two male students,” Danvers said.
“Keep a close eye on it,” the voice said, and hung up the phone.
What were they talking about? The ‘tiresias’ virus?
I couldn’t dwell. All that mattered was finding Katie.
Danvers sighed and turned the stereo to a country station. He sang along, not at all aware that there was someone else with him.
After a series of turns and inclines the vehicle slowed. Danvers rolled down the windows, joked with the security guards, and drove on. It was hard to believe breaking in was so simple, but so long as I kept my head down things were going my way.
The van pulled to a stop. Danvers killed the engine and stepped out.
After a few minutes I lifted my head and peered out the window. He’d parked by an open yard beside two makeshift structures. There was nobody stationed nearby, and a series of crates provided a halfway decent hiding spot.
I climbed out, closed the door, and ran with all the stealth I could muster.
Where was Katie? The site was marked with letters and numbers, but none gave any sign of where they might stash an eight year old girl, assuming she was even there. If I had to I’d search the buildings one by one.
The coast was clear, and I made my move. No sooner had I rounded the first corner than I was grabbed from behind. One arm grabbed my torso, the other cupped my mouth. Next thing I knew a black bag fell over my head, my hands were behind my back, and someone strong had me hoisted over their shoulder.
There was no getting out of this one.
I woke to a bitter taste and aching in my shoulders. Shaking my head was like moving through pea soup while pinballs rattled in my skull.
My hands were strapped behind me, as were my ankles to the feet of a chair.
“Hello?”
No answer.
The fog lifted and I found myself in a room with grey, cinder block walls, a concrete ceiling dripping with condensation, florescent lights blinking in and out, and a dirty mirror to veil my reflection with handprints and dust. Knowing my luck there were agents on the other side waiting to begin an interrogation.
I fought against the restraints, but they wouldn’t budge. No matter how hard I squirmed all they did was hurt.
“You can’t keep me like this,” I yelled at the mirror. “It’s unconstitutional! Habeas corpus, man!”
Suddenly there was the sound of metal grinding against metal, a click and the whining of a door coming open. Footsteps followed, and rounded the room until Danvers came into view holding a bottle with a straw in one hand.
He held it to my lips.
“Drink,” he said.
I wasn’t going to argue, especially with gunk drying on my tongue. I slurped like there was no tomorrow, like it was the best tasting water I’d ever swallowed. The cool taste running down my throat was enough to bring me back to life.
Danvers pulled the bottle away and grimaced. He wasn’t so goofy looking standing over me; that had been replaced with menace, with a look in his eye that wanted to slap me across the face with his fat, flabby hand. There was something else, more than hatred, that I couldn’t read.
“Are you going to tell me what this is about?” I asked.
“You snuck onto a restricted area,” he said. “You work it out.”
“You’re not with the EPA, and probably not with the Board of Health, either. Who are you?”
“Officially none of your goddamn business,” he said, pressing a finger to my forehead.
I snarled. “What’s the tiresias virus?”
He chuckled and patted my shoulder. “Tell you what. If I’m in a good mood I’ll answer some questions… if you make it through the next sixteen hours.”
“Is that supposed to be a threat?”
Danvers whistled as he stepped out the door and pulled it shut. It grinded and whined, and locked with a heavy thud, loud enough to rattle the mirror.
Sixteen hours; what was he going to do? Gas the room? Flood it? Run me through a gauntlet?
I pulled at the restraints and tilted the chair, rocking and screaming.
“Who do you think you are? This is illegal! You can’t just leave me here! Hey!”
Was he even listening? Was he even there?
Maybe ten minutes had passed before I heard something; not the agents but the whispers haunting my arousal. They trickled through my thoughts, peppering them with vivid fantasy, and would not leave me no matter how hard I shook. My cock surged against my panties, my rear entrance pouted, and my nipples swelled right when there was nothing I could do about it.
I fought the restraints until my skin was raw, but still they wouldn’t give way. God, my whole body was screaming for touch. I thrust at the air in the hopes it would do something, but burned without relief. How was I going to endure sixteen hours of denial?
“Danvers!” I screamed his name. “Danvers, this is cruel and unusual punishment!”
In my throes the chair came off balance and collapsed to its side, with me on it. I lay cheek first against the ground, marinating in a puddle, freezing my not-even-week-old-tits off. Still I was turned on, and unable to get any traction.
My erection was killing me.
The sands of time passed one grain at a time, and I was starving between them. It couldn’t have been more than an hour before the sweats began, and I couldn’t hold a thought. Whispers flew past until the room was wiped clean by giggles and moans.
I was helpless.
* * * *
I didn’t have to look to know it was Angela; there was no mistaking the rhythm of her boots as she approached. It was as though I could hear her swaying.
“Hey, bitch. Are you coming or what?”
Though I was still face down in the puddle my hands and feet were unbound, and the chair had vanished. I pulled myself up, positioning myself on the wall, and turned to the goddess in the fishnets and black mini skirt.
I blinked, more than a few times.
“Where’s Danvers?” I asked.
“Who?”
“You know, the government guy,” I said. “We stole his keys, and we-”
“Who cares? We’ve got a party to get to.”
A party? The more I thought about it the more obvious it was that we were supposed to be somewhere else, at the event of the season! Everyone was going to be there; from school, students, teachers, parents, with booze, sex and music, packed under one roof for an unforgettable night.
Angela took my hand and lead me through the door and into the hallway.
My cell was less than a memory, and was replaced by polished, hardwood floors, and weird paintings hung from the walls. There were countless women packed into the small area, bouncing to the bass beats resonating in their chests. Their cries were as dim as the light washing over them, that flashed like a strobe in slow motion.
I could barely make out the words when Angela asked if I wanted a drink. She reached for a red, plastic cup and offered it to me, but drew it back and drank it herself. Angela held a mouthful of the bubbling liquid, and leaned close to feed it into my mouth.
It seemed so carnal to have her spit what tasted like cheap champagne into my mouth, but there wasn’t much below me anymore. Any excuse to get close to Angela and to taste her lips was good enough for me.
She wrapped her arms around my neck while I grabbed her hips, and moved with her in time with the music. Our breasts pushed against one another and the length of her dick pressed against my stomach. I inhaled her with boundless enthusiasm, drunk on the smell and the taste.
Boom boom boom, my heart beat from my chest. Boom boom boom, the bass rocked the house.
Another body pulled in from behind and ground against my backside. It didn’t matter who it belonged to, only that it felt so good, that my body was able to contort into her and that we fit. Her hands ran down my side, causing me to shiver and for Angela to laugh; my sensitivity must have seemed so quaint.
I turned my head and Angela was behind, naked, and positioning herself against me. It was no effort at all for her cock to slide into me, as though I’d been waiting for her since the dawn of time. She moved, back and forth, filling me, stretching me from the inside, casting me into a vortex of need. With every encounter she only became more powerful.
There was another woman before me, bent forward and using me to impale her cunt. It slurped my entire length, drinking me in, even when Angela’s thrusts pushed me further. How did she get there? Not that it mattered.
More naked bodies filled the room from every angle, all the way to the ceiling. Gravity had lost all meaning. Every surface was overtaken by fucking of every kind.
A prick appeared in front of my face, and overcome with desire I swallowed it in time with Angela and the nameless woman milking me. Other hands poured over my body, running electricity on my skin, standing every hair on end and overwhelming my senses.
They burned as they milked me, and smelled of sweat. Flesh stuck to flesh, and slid through the collection of fluids. My thoughts were like putty, and the arousal inside mounted like a tidal wave threatening to crash over everything.
Fuck, I never wanted it to end!
Behind the pubic mound thrusting into my face I saw an ocean of flesh made up of as many people as there were moans. The bass faded into a cacophony of sex, screams and laughter, spread over the room. There was no telling where it began, and where it ended.
My orgasm climbed to new heights, and readied itself to spill over the wall; higher and higher, closer to the edge…
Suddenly I was back in the interrogation room, laid on my side and still tied to a chair. My arms were numb, my shoulders ached, and I was face first in a puddle. How long had I been there?
I struggled, not just for freedom but to touch myself. The whispers were screaming, and I couldn’t do anything about it.
* * * *
The cell door open and I lifted my head.
I was a shivering mess, cold, filthy, but still dripping with sweat, and I was hard. There wasn’t much I would turn down at that point, not even Danvers. Hell, even my mom, or a wild dog would have done, so long as I could stick my cock in something.
A pair of hands wrenched the chair from the ground and put me upright. I shook heavy drops from my hair and tried to make him out in the haze.
He leaned over me, cupped my face, and inspected my condition.
“Seven hours. You keeping it together?”
I said nothing.
“You’ve probably been having hallucinations,” he said. “What did you see?”
Words couldn’t form while he was touching. I rolled my cheek and attempted to take his pudgy fingers into my mouth. I wanted them, one by one, and to taste his skin, to start devouring him kiss after kiss.
Danvers pulled away. “Horny little bitch, aren’t you?”
Every muscle twitched and worked against the restraints, but only succeeded in rubbing my wrists raw.
“Please…”
He frowned.
“Please… fuck me,” I begged.
The agent ran a palm through what remained of his hair and sighed. “Sweetheart, I couldn’t, even if I wanted to.”
His words were just noise without meaning. Of course he wanted to - everyone wanted to; sex of every kind, no matter how depraved, was the order of the day. There was no getting around it, not even for someone as straight laced as Danvers.
I threw myself forward, and barked. “Fuck me!”
The agent looked down and rested his chin against a roll of fat. He strolled back and forth in a lazy pace, every so often stealing a glance and laughing.
“Do you even know what you are?” he asked.
I was fixed on him like a starving animal.
Danvers huffed and turned away. “Of course you don’t. You’re just cattle.”
What was he talking about? My erection surged, my nipples pointed like icicles, but I shook myself back to reason. Maybe if I could sense through my arousal he’d talk.
The words were like boulders moving from my tongue. “The… tiresius… virus,” I said.
He raised a brow. “Look at you, a real-live mystery solving teen. Color me impressed.”
I clenched my jaw to hold on. “What is it?”
The agent clicked his tongue. “Why the fuck not? Who are you going to tell?” He reached for another chair and straddled it while leaning over the back.
I leaned closer; virus or not, I wasn’t going to miss this.
Danvers laughed. “Did you know that the CIA was commissioned to build a ‘gay bomb’?”
“N-no.”
“It’s a matter of public record now,” he said. “Their thinking was that turning enemy combatants ‘gay’ would leave them so overcome with lust they would be rendered ineffective in battle. Officially, the project was a failure, and those who came up with it were made to be laughing stocks by the government. Unofficially, however…”
I gasped. Could it be true? “Our… government did this?”
“Not just ours,” he said. “Russia, China, parts of Europe; hell, even Saddam had a crack.”
“I… don’t… believe you.”
Danvers smirked. “And why should you? It’s fucking crazy, but you know what they say; truth is stranger than fiction.”
A sudden urge drove through my veins and boiled. I had to fuck something, someone, and soon, or I was going to explode. With every ounce of strength I had I jerked at Danvers; my mouth would have him if nothing else.
He groaned and started for the door. “Maybe I should leave you be. You’ve got some things to work through. I’ll explain more when I can trust you to keep it in your pants.”
I was alone again, still unable to move, with my cock standing like the empire state. Sex clouded my thoughts, so much that I couldn’t see. How much longer would it hold out?
* * * *
Suddenly it was dark. My hands were free, and I was wearing a clean red dress. Stranger still, I standing in the same room as I was in the dream, where an orgy rolled out as wide as the ocean.
I could still hear the party-goers in the distance, just within earshot, but they were nowhere to be found as I peeked down the hall and into the rooms. The beds were made, the curtains were open, and there were no signs that people had been there; not even a discarded drinking glass on the benches.
My body twitched. The arousal had waned, but still hungered.
I stumbled through the front door and into the street. There was no life save for the wind in the trees, and no light save for that cast by the moon. The cold prickled my skin and set in my bones.
Where was everybody?
The moans continued in the distance, somewhere in the mountains, but were growing quieter. They called to me, but I didn’t follow. Maybe I could catch them, or maybe not; it seemed more important to make sense of the place I was in.
Wasn’t there a basement just a moment ago? My wrists were tender when I rubbed them, but otherwise alright.
Then there was movement; a shadow darting from one side of the road to the other, between the houses.
“Hey!”
I sprinted after the form. It was small, at least for a person, assuming it was a person.
When I caught up I found a kid in a hood, balled up in the corner of a fence. They were trembling, and winced with every step I took toward them.
“It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.”
My words did nothing to put them at ease. Instead they balled tighter, as though trying to roll into shadow and into nothingness. They pulled a branch in front of them, as though becoming part of the bushes would make them invisible.
The kid turned so I could see her face; there was no mistaking my little sister, overcome with terror.
“Katie?”
She screamed louder than the wind, loud enough to split my ears, and sent me doubling back. It was enough to shatter the world around.
I opened my eyes and I was still in the chair. My shoulders were stiff and set in place, while the friction of the rope had rubbed through my leggings and the skin of my wrists. There was blood trickling to my fingers, or at least I thought so.
“Hello?”
Again, no answer. Danvers was somewhere else.
Though it wasn’t his absence that struck me; rather it was the stillness of my body, and my clear head. My skin didn’t hunger as it did, and my cock sat unobtrusively to one side of my panties. I wasn’t even aware of it until I took deliberate notice.
I called to Danvers again. “Hey!”
The urge to fuck him had vanished. Was the ordeal over?
* * * *
Eternity dragged like the droplets down the brick so long that I didn’t know anything outside the room. Danvers said ‘sixteen hours’, like it was supposed to mean something; there was no way of knowing how long I’d been there, if it was day or night, anything.
My shoulders were stiff, my mouth was dry, and my thighs ached from sitting too long. At least movement was all I wanted. The whispers were absent, probably off harassing another convert in my place.
I stared in the mirror. No matter how many times I saw her the image didn’t set. There was a girl fastened to the chair, and not me. Black hair hung over her face, and plush lips blew the strands from her vision. She wasn’t me; I was just her puppet master.
The longer I sat the more I thought about family, about my Dad who was probably changed by then, about my Mom caught up in the fever, about Katie and whether she was alone, and Angela. She’d helped me break into Danver’s car, but I couldn’t shake the feeling she knew more than she was telling.
Finally the lock of metal door whined and opened. Danvers stepped out of it looking a mess, with bags under his eyes and tie loosened around his collar. In one hand he held a triangle box containing a truck stop sandwich. He put it down to close the door again, and sealed us both inside.
“Hold still.”
The agent produced a knife and rounded the chair. A moment later my hands and ankles were loose.
Freedom hurt after hours of confinement. Muscles twitched as I bent my joints, while my wrists were bloody and burned by friction.
Danvers threw the sandwich into my lap.
“Hope you like turkey,” he said.
It could have been sand for all I cared; I still would have devoured it.
He took the other chair and sat, watching intently as I smashed food into my mouth. There was something off about his smile. It was almost enough to put me off the meal, almost.
I slowed my chewing and lifted my gaze.
“You were that kid snooping around the woods,” he said. “Jonah, right?”
“Brooke,” I murmured, and took another bite.
“Still, same guy. Well, not ‘guy’ anymore.”
I said nothing.
“You want to tell me what you were doing in the trunk of my car?” Danvers leaned closer. “Don’t worry. You’re not in trouble. Believe it or not I’m on your side.”
Of all the nerve. My fists balled tight.
“The guys in the hazmat suits, in the trucks,” I said. “Those are yours, right?”
Danvers nodded, slowly. “I am with them, yes.”
My jaw clicked. “What did they do with my sister?”
“Depends. How old is she?”
“Eight,” I said.
The agent leaned back and tapped the chair. “In that case she’s been removed for her own protection, along with every other pre-pubescent. She’s safe.”
“And why should I believe you?”
“Let me ask you something,” Danvers said. “Given what you’ve seen of state of this town, you really want a child out there fending for themselves?”
“We’re her family.”
“Your family are too busy blowing each other and the neighbors and complete strangers to think about protecting a little girl,” he said. “Don’t get me wrong. Last thing I want to do is remove a child from her family, but are they really in any condition to be the parents she needs? Are you?”
He had a point. God damn it.
I turned away, but made sure to keep him in the corner of my eye.
“What did you do to me?”
Danvers chuckled. “What do you mean?”
“I’m not… horny,” I said. “Was it you?”
He hummed. “Sixteen hours of celibacy is what it takes before the urges pass. You’ll have a clear head for the next day or two, then the voices come back.”
“The whispers,” I said.
“Yeah, that’s them. Working through them and not giving into temptation is hard, maybe impossible on your own, but it’s the only way to get back to sanity. Even then it only works for some. Most of the exposed can’t maintain the kind of mental cohesion you and I have.”
I stopped.
“What does that mean?”
Danvers stood and wandered to the mirror, smirking and sighing.
I turned to him, and growled. “You’ve been walking around for days in the open. Why haven’t you changed? How come you haven’t been infected?”
He stopped.
“I am infected,” Danvers said.
“Liar.”
“It’s true,” he said. “Twenty years ago, while patrolling the Khyber Pass.”
I blinked, and tried to envision a twenty-something year old agent transformed into a woman. The image was a far cry from the round faced agent standing across from me.
“So you found a cure,” I said.
Danvers shook his head. “No.”
“Then, why…?”
The agent slipped off his tie and shrugged off his jacket. I stood, transfixed, dreading what was coming. Danvers began to unbutton his dress shirt, and loosened his belt.
“Twenty years,” he said. “A lot can happen in that time. Surgery, testosterone regimens, and the most advanced anti-virals known to man. The result; well, see for yourself.”
Danvers pulled his shirt open to reveal a patchwork of scars. There were long marks running under his chest, and sutures where his nipples should have been. His hair grew in patches, but did little to cover the scars left by what I imagined to be monstrous needles. Most shocking of all were the contents of his tighty-whiteys, or lack thereof. No penis, and no testes; only a jagged scar marking where they might have been.
“There is no ‘cure’,” the agent said. “There’s a lifetime of treatments, but you’ll never be normal again.”
“Oh my god.”
He turned away and started to dress himself again.
“Do you understand?” he asked.
I nodded.
“We aren’t the bad guys,” he said. “Can you imagine what would happen if this got out into the world; the kind of suffering it would bring? We’re already over-populated and short on resources, and that’d only be the icing on this cake.”
I doubled over and stared at the floor.
“So we’re doomed,” I said.
Danvers placed a hand on my shoulder. “This is no accident, Brooke. Somebody released the tiresias virus on this town.”
“But… why?”
“There are countless reasons,” he said, “but more important than that is that we keep the virus contained.”
“And then?”
“Then… I don’t know.”
Danvers and I locked our gaze. His story might have been hard to believe the week before, but things had changed for everyone. It was more sane than aliens, or a curse, or water pollutants.
“Brooke, I’m going to need your help,” he said. “You’ve got a cool head. That’s a rare commodity right now. Can I count on you?”
The agent held out his hand, and I shook it.