I dropped my dressing gown and looked at Sion in the eye, waiting a moment to catch his gaze as his eyes wandered over my body.
“I’ve got breasts and no penis so I must BE a girl!”, I said loudly, as I gestured at my bra and panties.
He stood there and stared at me in utter shock.

               The Price to Pay - Vol. 3.1

               by Alys

I cycled steadily in Sion’s slipstream. I felt the warm, balmy summer air pressing on my face and blowing the few strands of my chestnut brown hair not contained in the cycle helmet. I felt a little trickle of sweat roll down my back. Once again the the UK summer was following its predictable pattern, hot weather at the same time as end of school exams.

Sion upped his pace a little as we swept round the last long corner of the minor road before the final short stretch to my house. I quickened my pedalling. I knew that he was glancing at me waiting for my move as usual confident that his greater strength would enable him to run down any brief advantage I took by sprinting past. Although it was still a quarter of a mile to the slight dip in the road, which was the normal place to begin the race for home.

A green pickup overtook us and buffeted us momentarily. Without thinking of the implications and to Sion’s complete surprise I slipped my bike past his and into the vehicle’s slipstream. I sprinted as hard as I could taking advantage of the momentary lull in wind resistance. I was 50 metres down the road before Sion looked up and noticed that I was somehow in front rather than behind of him.

“Hey you cheat, I’ll get you for that!”, he shouted after me as he stood up in his saddle and started sprinting after me.

“Have to catch me first”, I muttered to myself as I redoubled my efforts to try and make it to the house gate first.

The house gate rushed up towards me while I heard the sound of Sion’s heavy breathing and bike noise getting nearer as his greater strength had its effect. He was just about to pass me when with a final extra effort I sped forward and through the gate breaking to a stop 20 metres up the drive.

“Don’t know how you do it nearly everytime, Celyn”, he replied, laughing. “You know I’m going to miss these races next year. Are you sure you won’t come back to school in the Autumn? We’re going to miss you on the football* and cricket teams”

“Sorry, you know I prefer the courses at the local college to do my ‘A’ Levels”**

“Yes I know, it’s a shame though. Better go I guess, ‘rents will want to organise some sort of celebration for the end of the exams. See you Sunday?”

“Sure, the weather looks good for a 50k”

Sion looked at me and made a slight movement towards me, I felt myself wanting to move towards him as if we were about to hug. He stopped himself and shook his head as if to doubt his actions. With a final wave he mounted his bike, rode out of the gate and resumed his journey along the road.

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I locked my bike away on its stand in the garage, took the key from my bike bag and opened the side door to the house. I picked up the post, that had arrived after everyone had left the house that morning, and, after checking that there was nothing for me, put it on the small side table.

I saw that the answer phone light was flashing. I pressed the switch to retrieve the messages. There were two, one from my sister to say that she couldn’t come down from university this evening for the meal my parents had arranged for my end of exam celebration, I was a little disappointed, but not surprised given her hectic social life. The other was a brief one from Mum to remind me to wear the new clothes we had bought last weekend. I smiled.

I walked up to my room and deposited my bike/school bag with a tinge of regret. The college was too far to be able to cycle there so that was the end of an era.

I collected two clean bath towels from the cupboard. I was just about to walk out through my bedroom door to the bathroom when I noticed the calendar and in particular a red ring around today’s date.

“Damn”, I thought to myself, “one of THOSE Fridays”.

I put one of my towels on the bed and prepared for my biweekly chore.

I peeled my cycling top and shorts off and put them in the dirty clothes basket. Next my T-shirt and underpants. I took the tub of lube and rubbed some around the edge of my vagina as I slowly, painfully, eased the prosthetic penis out and pulled down the straps that held it in place. Something I wouldn’t miss having to do in the future. I unzipped the super support sports bra.

I massaged my breasts, sore after being constricted for most of the day. As a caressed my nipples I suddenly had an image of Sion and I felt them enlarge. I stopped in shock.

I lay down on the towel took out my next to largest stent and dilated myself with that one and and then the largest one for the next half hour. I felt myself thinking about Sion again and soon I was playing with my breasts and inserting the stent thinking about him. Suddenly I felt a powerful wave of pleasure come over me. It was a shock.

In the shower a little later I pondered the strangeness of masturbating thinking about Sion. He was my best friend and now I was having sexual feelings about him.

I dried, powdered and sprayed and then put my new bra and panty set on. The bra was underwired and made my average sized breasts look quite large, it frightened me really. I wasn’t keen about how the bra seemed to make them stand out so much. I put my pink dressing gown on and did my makeup, I had plenty of lessons from my Mum and my sister over the last year and a half and could do a pretty good job of it now, even though this was something else I wasn’t at all keen on. Breasts and makeup I would do without if I had the choice, which, I reflected, I didn’t really have.

The phone rang.

I rushed downstairs to hear the answer phone clicking in and my mother speaking.

“Sorry Celyn something major has come up at work and your Dad and myself will have to stay late to finish it off. But we will have a lot more time on the weekend now and we’ll have our celebration tomorrow. See you later”

I cursed, all this effort of dressing up and now I would have to do it again tomorrow.
The doorbell rang.

I wandered over to the door still lost in my frustration at the evening being altered and all this pointless preparation. I opened the door absentmindedly.

Sion stood there, still in his cycling kit. He was looking at the garden.

“Hi Celyn my Dad is not well so I am free and wondered if you wanted to…………………………”

He stopped talking and stared at me with my made up face, and obvious curves under the dressing gown.

“Why are you dressed as a girl? What’s this all about?” He asked in a strange, slightly angry tone.

I dropped my dressing gown and looked at Sion in the eye, waiting a moment to catch his gaze as his eyes wandered over my body.

“I’ve got breasts and no penis so I must BE a girl!”, I said loudly, as I gestured at my bra and panties.

He stood there and stared at me in utter shock.

*(soccer)
**(‘A’ Levels = advanced level courses done at 18)

To be continued………………….