The Price to Pay - Vol. 3.01

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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
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               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………………….

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Anything with bikes.....

Angharad's picture

is okay with me. A different approach, still trying to work out how someone could have surgery before the life test, so waiting for the twist to present it self. Nicely written, Alys.

cofleidiau,

Angharad

Angharad

Bike Nuts !

Gwen What Anrharad, is this your sister ? Giggle. I wonder she'll write a gad zillion chapters too? : )
Gwen Brown

Oh no...

kristina l s's picture

... another bike nut!! Ok, only kidding. Interesting beginning and I'm curious to see where it goes.

Kristina

Nuts on a bike?

Angharad's picture

That's what holds them together? Maybe they're different in Australia.
Must contact Bonza Bikes and see. ;)

Angharad

Angharad

Nuts on a bike

No, it's the nut loose behind the handlebars...

boy or girl?

Hmmm, except for the talk about the stent she seemed rather reluctant about the whole girl thing. I thought this maybe a FTM story, as it is I'm still not sure. She didn't seem to like getting all dressed up for her parents visit. Perhaps her parents or someone is somehow forcing her(him) to be a girl. On the other hand she didn't seem to secretive about it all so it's a bout fuzy still.

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Jenna

just because she evidently

just because she evidently doesnt like tons of makup and flaunting herself, doesnt make her a boy...
girls dont have to be uber feminine, and all about makup and to be honest, sometimes i do wish i didnt have breasts! ><
Its a good story, im liking where its going.
and on the comment about surgery pre rlt:well,its likely that ill have my surgery before i ever get to the nhs... no rlt...
its an interesting story... i demand more :D
R

All these TG Cyclists…

…we keep reading about. Is it something to do with those Lycra cycle shorts with their gel pads…or the gel saddles, or……?

A mystified

Gabi

Gabi.


“It is hard for a woman to define her feelings in language which is chiefly made by men to express theirs.” Thomas Hardy—Far from the Madding Crowd.

It's the seats

And the bumps in the roads. Slam into enough potholes at any speed and you've soon made SRS unnecessary. ;)

KJT

"Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose"
Janis Joplin


"Life is not measured by the breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.”
George Carlin

re cycling

It's the shapely legs, and shaving them... the solitary, life-affirming high of picking gravel out of your knees.
Oh yes... and the darling headwear.
Michelle

think about what she said....

NoraAdrienne's picture

"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."

Something happened when s/he was about 16 1/2 years old.. something life changing which forced h/ir to undergo a change. I think that is what we are all waiting to find out.

Nora

By medical necessity?

Did the boy have a bad accident ot testcular cancer? Or maybe was injured in a crime/asault/kidnapping? Voluntary SRS at such an age seems unlikely for a host of reasons.

He seems a daredevil on the bike so an accident or medical necessity -- cancer or being given the wrong medicne as a child or chemical exposure, whatever -- come to mind. It's obvious *she* is becoming attracted to her friend. And why didn't he know or did the boy or our heroins family move in post surgery?

As to nuts on a bike, if your nuts fall off while riding, it hurts! Long rides early in the season after months off the bike on a poor fitting sadle are a painful old memory, Karen. Give me a gel sadle or a really well broken in leather one and good cycling shorts and I was a much happier camper and so were my dangly bits.

Graet start.

I REALLY hated hitting that top tube with my .. ouch!

John in Wauwatosa

John in Wauwatosa

ouch

It all goes back to Sir Issac Newton. When he was trying to figure out what to present, in a speach he had to make at one of the universities.. Lady Newton, was more than happy to help him discover his law of physics, by jamming a stick in the front spoke of his bicycle. Thus was born "An object in motion tends to stay in motion unless you hit your naughty bits on the handle bars of your bike." As you can see, what they teach in school, is vastly different, compaired to the origional statement.

That being said, atleast you bicyclists don't have to deal with what we MOTOR-cyclists have to deal with. Continuing on our Physics lesson, F=MA. Simply put, force equals mass, times acceleration. A 135 pound woman traveling at 30 miles per hour on a bicycle, will not cause as much damage as a 200 pound woman traveling 70 miles per hour on a motorcycle. Trust me. I know from experience.

Much love.
Toni

I hate to shatter

Angharad's picture

your illusions, but Isaac Newton was never married. So does that mean all his laws of motion are invalid?

Angharad

Angharad

Hmmm ....

Maybe, maybe not but I definitely would not want to be in such a *ahem* momentous event :).

Kim

I am commenting....

I am commenting, to be fair. I read chapter one and part of two and gave up.

I don't understand cricket enough to follow your explanation of how the game is going, I barely understand American football. I also was confused about the character almost completely through chapter one. going from male to female to male to female like a shape changer with ADD.

despite the qualms with content, I must say your writing style is good. A good flow of ideas and timing that worked well, except for the sudden jump into the cricket match. Having to wait until the end to realize it was a dream, or a memory of the past made it lose it's factuality. I am still unsure as to if it actually happened. The tale itself was good flowing though, it felt like time moving, not starting and stopping as I read it.

I hope that despite my ranting, you continue to write.

Ally Kat


"If there are any Psychics in the room, Please raise My hand." - Emo Philips, Comedian

okay, so I'm slow...

..... I just now got around to starting this story. Alys, so far, so good. I'm not a cyclist and I could not only follow along, but see what you were describing.

I LOVE where you started this story out, post- SRS. It grabs the reader and wants me to read more to find out what happened.

now to get on to chapter two.

Good read, good job.

A.A.

Prequels

IMHO, this chapter definitely works better having read the prequels first. No wonder the poor readers who discovered this before the prequels were published were confused!

Meanwhile, I'm still convinced that by pandering to predicted socio-cultural sensitivities, the powers that be may have made things harder for both Celyn and everyone else.

 

Bike Resources

There are 10 kinds of people in the world - those who understand binary and those who don't...

As the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body, then only left-handers are in their right mind!

Prequels

Thanks for the comment. It's interesting you find this chapter works better after reading the prequels, I thought they would have weakened this chapter.

Hugs

Alys