“C'mon. You'll look cute in them, Dave,” my girlfriend, Shelly, said.

“I'll look ridiculous,” I countered. We were in her dorm room bed and I was preparing to get up, get dressed, and head back to my dorm.

“You're just chicken.”

“I'm not afraid of your panties. They just aren't designed for my body.”

“I don't want them to be functional on you,” she said with a laugh. “I just think the red lace will look good with your dick in them.”

“Fine,” I said, taking the panties in hand. I turned them one way, then the other, then back again deciding I had found the front. I squeezed one leg into one side, then the other, and tried to pull them up. After a brief struggle, they were mostly on. “Don't blame me if they get torn.” With a final tug, the waistband sat in place on my waist. “There. See? Ridiculous.”

Before she could react, I suddenly felt shorter. Looking down, my legs looked thinner, I was definitely shorter, my chest hairs vanished before my eyes and were quickly replaced by breasts. The hair on my head grew long and even the stubble on my chin vanished.

Shelley was staring at me with her mouth dropped open. Her eye level was rising above mine. I had to look up at her.

“What the hell?” The words came from my mouth in a voice I had never heard before. It was the voice of a young woman. “What did you do to me?”

“I didn't – I didn't do anything,” Shelley said. “You turned into a girl?”

“I can see that,” I said. “How?” I stripped off the panties but that only drove home the sudden change in genitals I was experiencing. “What am I going to do?” I grabbed my boxer briefs and put them on expectantly. Nothing happened.

“What are you doing?”

“I thought if your underwear did this, my underwear would put me back.”

“Okay, take them off. You look ridiculous like that.”

“So, now you agree, wearing the wrong underwear makes someone look ridiculous.”

“You have to calm down,” she said, getting out of bed. “There... there must be a reasonable explanation for...”

“...For how a nineteen year old man suddenly transformed into a nineteen year old woman?” My loose underwear just dropped to the floor by itself.

“I didn't say the explanation would be simple,” she said.

“No, you said reasonable.” I started pacing. A normal response from me when stressed. I passed her mirror and finally got a glimpse of the new me. “You were half right. The panties did make me look cute.”

“I didn't mean like this.” She said with a laugh. I was still staring at the gorgeous woman in the mirror when she added, “Do you need to be alone with yourself? Do a little cross-gender exploration?”

“No,” I said too emphatically. She was smiling at me and I realized she was teasing. I added, “Not yet. What am I going to do?”

“You may look cute but you've got a bit of bitchy in your voice.”

“I think I'm allowed to be bitchy right now. Where did you get those panties?”

“I don't know. I've had them for months. They didn't do anything to me when I wore them.”

“You're already a woman.”

“I'm aware of that,” she said. She went into her closet and grabbed a t-shirt and a black skirt. “Put these on so you aren't waving your tits at me.”

“You just want to see how I'll look in women's clothes.”

“Maybe.” She smirked.

I never could resist that smirk. I picked up the discarded panties and put them on. They slid up my legs easily this time and settled into place without any strain. Nothing happened as I let them go. She unzipped the side zipper on the skirt and held it out. She said, “This is the front. Zipper is on the left on this skirt. This is a knee-length pencil skirt.”

“Why did you say it like that?”

“Because if you are stuck like this, you will need to know how women's clothes are categorized. It isn't like being a guy where you have jeans or slacks and that's it.”

I pulled the skirt up and zipped up the side. It was a little loose on my waist and when Shelly noticed she seemed a bit miffed.

“I'd give you a bra but your boobs are much bigger than mine.”

“And my waist is narrower. I saw you notice.”

“Hmmph.”

I put the t-shirt on. My boobs stretched the fabric a lot more than whenever I had seen Shelly wearing this shirt. My nipples were obviously hard against the shirt fabric. “Great, I have headlights.”

“That's another reason to wear a bra,” she said. “I suppose you're sleeping here.”

“I hope so. I can't go back to my dorm like this. They won't let me in. I'll have to sneak in tomorrow. At least tomorrow is Saturday. I won't miss any classes.” As I spoke, my fingers were pulling at the hem of the skirt as I was unused to having a hem pulling against my leg at that height.

“You can probably still go to lecture halls. No one will notice Dave isn't there but this new girl is. Although, some of the guys will probably notice you immediately and want to get to know you, that way.”

“Ick.”

“And when they ask you your name what will you say? Answering 'Dave' will just make you more intriguing.”

“Eve, the first magically created woman.”

“Funny. But, Eve suits you,” Shelly said. “Okay, lets get into pajamas and go to sleep.”

“I have to get changed again. I think I was just getting use to the hem on this skirt.”

“You'll have time for that as long as you remain a woman.”

* * *

I woke up before Shelly. I slipped into the bathroom and tried putting my men’s underwear on. Nothing happened. I took them off and slipped back into bed. As Shelly woke up in the morning, we kissed. “That was familiar and different at the same time. Are my lips even different?” I asked.

“They are a little bit fuller than Dave's lips.” Shelly stood up. “Let's try it standing.”

I stood up and stepped close to Shelly. I tilted my head back and Shelly leaned down and she kissed me. We kissed for a moment, hands pawing at one another's asses.

“That was weird, feeling your boobs against mine,” Shelly said.

“I'm not use to looking up to kiss,” I said.

“I could get use to be the tall kisser. Ready for any more exploration.”

“No, I'm not ready. What am I going to do? I was really hoping I would just pop back into being Dave.”

“Well, you're still wearing the panties.”

“No, I'm not. I ditched them before putting on the peejays.”

“Going commando already? You might end up with a reputation.”

“Ha ha.”

“Are you ready to get dressed and go out? You really need a bra that fits and to stop stretching out my blouses.”

“I understand what you are saying. But, I feel like I should be trying to figure out how to get back to being a man.”

“How do you think you can do that?”

“I have no idea.” I sobbed. I was crying. She held me and I let out more than a few tears. She said soft nothings “It'll be alright.” “I'm here for you.” among others. I probably cried for a good five minutes before I broke the embrace. “Thanks.”

“Half the people in the world are women. I know you don't think so now. You'll manage to be one of them, too. You also have the advantage and disadvantage of being a very attractive woman. That will make some parts easier and some parts harder. But, I'm here for you. You're still my girlfriend assuming you want me to be your girlfriend.”

“Why wouldn't I...?”

“You might not be a lesbian.”

“I can't think about that now.”

“And you don't have to. Now, get dressed. You need clothes that aren't mine.”

* * *

We went to the mall and I bought a few changes of clothes, including underthings. The bra fitting was surreal. But, the older woman at the shop was gentle and explained what she was doing as she did it. I do not remember what we told her but she seems nonplussed that I was a nineteen year old woman with a big chest who had never worn a bra before. Did this happen to other people frequently?

When we got back to campus, I said, “I should stop at my room and get my books.”

“Okay, I'll meet you back at my room.”

“You aren't coming with me?”

“I'm cutting the cord. You need to do things on your own. You aren't afraid, are you?”

“A little. But, you're right. I can go to my dorm room by myself.”

“Atta girl.”

No one asked who I was as I entered and I made it up to my floor without anyone saying anything to me. I used my keycard on my door and entered.

“Hello. Can I help you?” Robert said. Rob was my roommate and I had totally forgot he might be here.

“Oh, um, you're Robert, right? I'm Eve. Dave sent me to grab a few things.”

“Nice to meet you, Eve. But, I'm fairly sure Dave is dating Shelly and I have no idea who you are or what you're doing with Dave's keycard.”

“Can I tell you a story?”

“Sure, have a seat.”

I told Robert I was Dave and what had happened the night before. I even told him I had hoped my old underwear would turn me back but they hadn’t. He quizzed me about where I kept things in the room to see if I was really Dave.

“You're either actually Dave or well studied. Let's pretend I believe your story,” he said.

“It's the truth.”

“Bear with me. Am I attractive?”

“What?”

“You're a woman now. Am I attractive?”

“Maybe a little. I haven't really noticed any shift in my view of men and women.”

“Does that mean Dave thought I was little attractive?”

I sighed. “Yesterday, Dave would have said you have good looks for a guy. You still do.”

“Well, alright then. So, why are you here? Are you still my roommate?”

“I just need my books.”

“Dave's books.”

“My books.”

“Dave is registered as a student here. Eve is not. Are you going to tell all your professors that you had a sudden gender change? If you take a test as Eve and someone looks at your ID won't you get expelled for having someone else take your tests.”

“I hadn't thought of that,” I said. “I'm hoping this is only temporary.”

“I can help.” He picked up his phone and sent a text. “I suppose it's plausible that your change is temporary since it's so implausible that you changed in the first place. But, if this is you forever, you need to deal with it.” His phone beeped and he looked at it. “Do you know Valentino?”

“The nerdy guy down the hall?”

There was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” Robert said. “He's going to help you.”

Valentino was a tall, lanky guy with a mop of red hair, freckles, and thick glasses. “Hey, Robert. Um, hello.” His eyes bugged out when he got a look at me. I realized then that this would not be the last time I would see a guy do that.

“V, how much do you charge for a school ID?”

“Fifty, why?”

“Eve here needs a clone of another, ideally with her face on it.”

“Do you have the source ID?”

I took out my ID.

He took it from my hand. “Does Dave know about this?”

“It's a long story,” Robert said. “But, yeah, Dave knows about his cousin needing a temporary ID.”

Valentino took out his phone. “You do kind of look like Dave.” He looked around and then pointed at a wall. “Stand over there, um, Eve.”

I stood where indicated as he pointed his phone at me. “Should I smile?”

“Sure.” He took a few pics. “Give me the ID and I'll be back in about ten minutes.”

His fingers trailed against mine as he took the ID. Was I imagining it or was he just being creepy?

After he left, Rob said, “He's a creep, but he's good with hacks.”

“You have no idea what it feels like being on the receiving end of creepy.”

“I have three sisters. I kind of know. Admittedly, it's taking all my willpower to not stare at your chest.”

“I think I just have to get use to that. I sometimes want to stare at them myself.”

“They are... pronounced.”

I laughed. “That's what you went with.”

“I'm trying to be good here. But, if that's off the table. Have you experimented with the new equipment yet?”

“Would you ask any other woman that?”

“Of course not. You aren't any other woman though. You and I have sat on the grass of the quad talking about the quality of the various tits, asses, and legs walking by. You weren't offended then when we were objectifying them.”

“I'm not going to agree with boys will be boys. Even if I use to be one of the boys.”

“Fair. I guess asking for a feel is out of the question.”

“Good guess.”

“So, let's get to the reversal issue. Did you hear any magic words or sounds when you put the panties on?”

“No. I was more concerned about getting my comparatively thick thighs through the narrow holes.”

“Why did you let her convince you to put the panties on?”

“Girlfriend.”

“You were thinking with your dick.”

“Apparently for the last time.”

“Sorry.”

“No, I can't blame you for pointing out that I'm at this place because of my own decisions.”

“You need to look on the bright side.”

“The bright side?”

“If... When you do get your dick back, you will have experience as a woman that no man has. It should make you a better man and boyfriend to Shelly. This is why you need to take your new body for a spin. Explore it as only a woman can.”

“This is you not being crude.”

“This is me being practical. At your age, you should be fully aware of what makes you tick sexually. Not saying you shouldn't be a virgin. But, you should have experimented with what turns that body on. You don't want get all hot and bothered somehow and have no idea how to release your tension.”

“That almost sounds like a good idea.”

“Of course it's a good idea. After Valentino comes back, I'll clear out if you want to experiment here. I'm guessing you wouldn't want to do that in front of Shelly.”

“I don't think I want you knowing I'm doing that even if you aren't here.”

“Oh, no worries there. I'll be imagining you getting yourself off whether you do it or not.”

“Gross.”

“Male.”

“No, gross.”

“Don't care.”

There was a knock at the door. Robert opened the door and Valentino entered. He handed me two IDs. “Here's Dave's ID. And here's yours.”

“That's not a bad pic for an ID,” Robert said. He pulled out his wallet and paid Valentino. “This is on me,” he said.

“You didn't have to.”

“Hush. Consider it a birthday present.”

“Is.. is it your birthday?” Valentino said.

“Yesterday,” I said.

“Happy Birthday. I'll be going now.”

“Thanks, V.”

“No problem.” He left.

“And I'll be going too. You hop into that bed and check yourself out.”

“That's awfully pushy.”

“You'll thank me later. I'll be back in three hours. So, pace yourself.”

“Ha ha.”

I had to admit. Robert was right. It was a good idea to experiment alone. I will not describe what I did. It was familiar and yet completely different from anything I had done as a guy in that same bed. Shelly had had the wherewithal to have me buy bath products while we were out and I made use of them afterward. It was my first shower in this body and it too was eye opening.

After drying off and getting dressed, I went back to Shelly's wearing a different set of clothes. I tried out the shoes with the low heel instead of the sneakers I had left the mall wearing. That little bump in height made me feel less small.

When she opened the door to her room, she said, “You got changed?”

“I showered, too. Robert was very understanding.”

I entered and we kissed.

“He was there? What did he say?”

I filled her in on what happened up until he left. She looked at my new ID. “You even photograph well.”

“Are you jealous?”

“A little. If you weren't my girlfriend I'd be green with envy.”

We settled down to do some studying as we normally did on Saturdays. It felt very normal until her roommate showed up. The door opened and she and her boyfriend entered.

“Hey, Shell, who's your friend?” Paula said.

“Paula, meet Eve. Eve, this is Paula and Brett.”

“Nice to meet you, Eve,” Brett said with a hand shake. He exuded something I could not ignore.

“Likewise,” I said and felt some disappointment when he let go of my hand.

“I just need to get changed so we can go out,” Paula said. She grabbed some clothes and went into the bathroom.

“I haven't seen you around,” Brett said to me. “What are you studying?”

“I'm a business major,” I said. His eyes were the brightest blue I'd ever seen.

“That's cool. You're also a business major, Shell, aren't you?”

“Yes,” she said. “We're studying together.”

“Where Dave?”

“He's away for the weekend.”

The two of them continued to talk while I stared at his body. I did not register what happened until he and Paula left. A tissue dabbed at my mouth.

“You were drooling,” Shelly said, holding the wet tissue.

“I was what?”

“I guess we now know you like guys. I hope this means you're bi and not straight.”

“I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to... I wasn't like this with Robert.”

“Brett is hot. It's not your fault. You haven't learned how not to drool over a guy.”

“That's a thing.”

“Not really. You're just extra boy-crazy apparently.”

I put my hands on her shoulders and looked her straight in the eye. “You're still my beautiful girlfriend.”

“That's good to hear. I even give you permission to fuck him if he breaks up with Paula.”

“Really?”

“You're considering it?”

“A little.”

* * *

I had a dream a few days later.

Robert rushed into the room and said, “Oh, good. You're here.”

“Glad to see you, too.”

“I had an idea,” he said and then he described some crazy thing I can't remember that would turn me back into Dave. I reluctantly tried and it somehow worked.

“I'm me,” I exclaimed.

“You're half naked and your makeup looks funny on Dave.”

“But, I'm me.”

“You're welcome. Now undo it to see if you go back to being Eve.”

“Why would I want to do that?”

“Are you crazy?” He said. “Why wouldn't you want to be able to switch back and forth? You were telling me last night about having new friends. You think they'll be friends with Dave or are they exclusively Eve's friends?”

“But...”

“No buts. You would be closing the door on the coolest life anyone could have. You've fooled around and I've seen you drool over other guys. Don't you want to know what it feels like.”

I just stared at him. My mind was in a haze. He took it to mean I did not understand what he was saying, even though I knew all too well what he was saying.

“Do I have to be graphic?”

“No, no, I understand you completely. It's just... well... I am curious.”

“I could help you out there, too.”

“Did you just ask to have sex with me?”

“You? Dave? Not at all. But, Eve? Certainly.”

“I couldn't.”

“You could.”

“No, I couldn't cheat on Shelly.”

“Ah. We could ask her.”

“You are out of your mind,” I said. I got dressed and left without saying anything else.

I went to Shelly's room. When I opened the door she did not seem surprised to see me looking like my old self. I hugged her and we kissed.

“That's great. Can you still go back to being Eve?”

“What?”

“Was that a one time thing, a glitch in the matrix, or are you some kind of sexually morphic being?”

“I don't want to be Eve.”

“Maybe not. But, I think Robert is right.”

“What?”

“He texted me.”

“He texted you what?”

“He suggested you should turn back into a girl and have sex with a guy.”

“With him was his suggestion.”

“Yeah, that part I'm not sure about. Although, I trust he would be good to you so there's that. But, I think it would be rather informative for you to have sex as Eve.”

“What?”

“I'm giving you permission to have sex with a guy and not consider it cheating on me. At least the first time. Make a habit of it and we probably would have to be BFFs instead of dating one another.”

“This is insane.”

“You don't have to do it today or tomorrow. But, the longer you put it off, the more likely you are to chicken out. And that's the part where Robert is right. You could be the best man on the planet because you would know exactly what it means to be a woman.”

“So, you're being selfish because you want the me that learns from all this to be your man.”

“I suppose you could look at it that way.”

* * *

Going to classes was extremely awkward at first. Luckily I was able to blend into the back of the lecture halls. I made friends with some of the girls in my classes. I had to admit I did not find them attractive. Other than Shelly, I had not seen a woman whom I was interested in. On the other hand, several of the guys were very attractive. It was very awkward knowing their names but having to make it seem like I was meeting them for the first time.

There was a group of friends that invited me into their inner circle. Maria, Candace, Rita, Ian, and Marc. We shared all the same classes. Only Ian remembered Dave. Maria was their ringleader. Candace was her yes-girl. Rita was the trouble maker. Ian was a the socially inappropriate one that none of them would hang out with except he was Rita's brother. And then there was Marc. He was the tall, quiet one. He had a crush on Candace that he never told her. And then I think his crush switched to me. Candace probably didn’t even notice.

The second week I attended classes, Rita noticed me getting leered at by a couple jocks and grabbed me by the hand to invite me to sit with her and her friends at a different table in the cafeteria. When we sat down, she said, “You should have told those jockheads off.”

“They caught me off-guard.”

“What's this?” Ian said. “What did they say?”

“They were sitting nearby make lewd gestures about having sex...”

“About fucking her,” Rita said. “Even you wouldn't say what they were saying, Ian.”

“Damn, they are fucked up.”

“You're welcome to sit here any time,” Maria said.

“Thanks.”

That weekend was another surprise. I stayed at Shelly’s the night before. Saturday, just before noon, I returned to my room. I let myself in with my card and Robert said. “Look, it’s Eve. Have you met Dave’s sister, Faith?”

“Nice to meet you,” I said. I had totally forgotten Faith was coming to see me this weekend.

“Are you Robert’s girlfriend?” Faith said.

Robert looked at me wondering if he should go with it. But, I put a stop to it. “No. Sit down, Faith. This is a weird story.”

It took a while to tell the tale. And Robert filled in some details I had already forgotten.

“This is some kind of prank, right?” Faith said. “Where’s Dave hiding?”

“No, Faith. It’s no joke. I know it makes no sense and you have no reason to believe it. But, I’m Dave, or use to be Dave.”

“What’s Mom’s original hair color?”

“Even she doesn’t know.”

“Where did we go on vacation when I was nine?”

“You were nine? Grand Canyon.”

“Why didn’t Dave enjoy it?”

“I got sick and threw up on my burro.”

“You threw up on a burro?” Robert said. “He’s never told me that story.”

“It was hot. I ate something that disagreed with me. I almost fell off the burro and down a cliff side.”

“He never tells anyone that story,” Faith said. “You’re really my brother?”

“Sister,” Robert said.

“I have a sister!!” She shouted.

“No, you have a cousin. We told people I’m Dave’s cousin.”

“No fun. Did you tell Mom and Dad?”

“No. I forgot you were coming this weekend. But now that you are here, and you believe my story, I’m hoping you can figure out how I tell them.”

“Let me think about that. How’s Shelly?”

“She’s helping me with clothes and stuff.”

“You’re wearing makeup?”

“She likes guys, too,” Robert said. “Tell her about Marc.”

“Who’s Marc? Is he hot?”

“I’m not ready for this.”

Thankfully, Faith could only stay until nightfall. She insisted on checking out my new wardrobe. She wanted to “borrow” a pair of my shoes. But, she relented when I pointed out how small my wardrobe and shoe collection were.

When she left, Robert said, “That was more fun than I thought it would be.”

“Why did you bring up Marc?”

“Worried Faith is going to steal your boyfriend?”

“I sleep lighter than you do.”

* * *

I would like to say the next month went by with nothing particularly interesting happening. But, I had my first period about a month after the night I became a woman. Any doubts I had about being a woman were washed away those few days. Shelly was my anchor. Candace and Rita helped as well.

Otherwise, over that month, I ate lunch with my new study group and did some studying with them. Shelly would join us occasionally. She had different classes and was part of another study group. We did have one big study group once. But, some of the people in Shelly's group didn’t want to study with boys. And Maria did not want to exclude Ian and Marc. That was the one and only time we met as a whole.

Candace and I were the first to be seated at one lunch one afternoon when she said, “You really need to talk to Marc.”

“Marc? Why?”

“You haven't noticed? He follows you around like a puppy. He always sits next to you. He is so shy. But, he has a huge crush on you.”

“I know.”

“You know? Why haven't you said anything to him?”

“He use to follow you around before I joined your group.”

“I know. I told him I wasn't interested. Rita also told him she wasn't interested. I think the only reason Maria hasn't had to say anything is he's completely intimidated by her,” Candace said. “The difference is, I've seen you checking him out when he isn't looking. You like him like that.”

“I-- I don't-- I've never.”

“Calm down. I didn't say you should jump his bones. Yet. Just acknowledge that you like him and see where it goes.”

“What if we don't work out?”

“He'd probably leave the group before you even tried to leave. It would be a shame because he's good at math tutoring. But we'd survive.”

“I don't know.”

“Do I need to talk to Shelly?”

“Shelly?”

“You and her seem to be really tight. I bet if she knew about Marc she'd be pushing you to give him a chance.”

“Don't talk to Shelly.”

“Why not? Oh, oh, do you have a thing for Shelly?” I could not believe I had thought Candace was not observant. As I contemplated that, she continued, “The way you look at her is sort of how you look at Marc. It's okay if you're Bi. I think that's great. But, I don't think Shelly swings that way. I won't talk to her. You would probably be better off with Marc, if only, because he will definitely want to go out with you, assuming he doesn't faint first.”

Ironically, as soon as I could be alone with Shelly, I talked to her about what Candace said. I did not expect her first reaction to be, “Marc is hot. You should go for it.”

“What?”

“You've been Eve for well over a month. I don't think you are going to just snap back into being Dave.”

“What about us?”

“There isn't much of us left. And much of that is my fault. As cute as you are, I'm straight. It's nice when we fool around. But, I feel like I’m leading you on. Making out with you doesn't rev my engines like it did when you were Dave. When I dream about you, you’re Dave. Even you aren't as into me as you once were. I will be your BFF. But, I don't think we can be lovers. I hope that doesn't hurt you too much.”

I sat there for a moment before saying, “I'm surprised only because it doesn't hurt like it should.”

“I'm sorry. All of this is my fault.”

I pulled her into a hug. “Don't blame yourself. I don't.”

She sat back. “Good. Just think, that dream you told me about – it came true.”

“That’s not comforting.”

“Sorry,” she said. “How are you are you going to talk to Marc?”

It took a week of Candace and Shelly hounding me to finally get Marc alone, the two of them may have helped set that up. The study group was in a private room in the library studying when the other four suddenly couldn't stay as late as we usually spent studying. Marc and I were going over some math problems that, admittedly, I did not need help on. Candace winked at me as she left, leaving the two of us alone in the room. I was looking at the door to say goodbye to her. When the door closed I turned back to Marc and our noses touched. Neither of us flinched or backed away from the other and a moment passed as our eyes locked onto one another.

“Do you like me?” I said.

He sat back a little. “Of course, Eve.”

“No, I mean do you like like me?”

“Yes.”

“Why haven't you said so before?”

“You didn't ask.”

“You were never going to tell me?”

“I didn't want to risk not having you as a friend.”

He smelled so nice. His brown eyes had little flecks of green in them that made me feel funny inside. I leaned toward him and kissed him. His hands wrapped around me and he kissed me back. His arms enveloped me and I felt warm being held by him. Time stood still.

The embrace ended abruptly when he pulled back and said, “Why are you crying?”

“I'm crying?” I had not realized. The kiss had felt exactly the same as when I kissed Shelly the first time, except I had melted into him. She had told me she never wanted that kiss to end. And I thought that was just something lovers said. This time, I had not wanted it to end. “I'm sorry.”

“No, no,” he said. “It's okay. I just didn't...”

“It's not you. I was a little overwhelmed. It was a beautiful kiss.”

“Yes. It was.”

He closed his eyes and leaned toward me and I did the same. The second kiss was even better. He held me without being inappropriate. I have no idea how long this kiss lasted or how it broke up.

“That was nice,” I said.

“We should probably go get dinner.”

“I was going to meet up with Shelly.”

“Okay. Um.”

“I could cancel with her.”

“You don't have to.”

“No, I don't have to. I want to.”

Later that night, I returned to Shelly's room. As soon as she saw me, she pulled me in and closed the door. “What happened?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don't play coy with me. You have the look of someone who spent some time doe-eyed with a boy. Spill.”

“Marc and I kissed.”

“A four word sentence is insufficient. What did you say? What did he say? Where did he touch you?”

“He was a perfect gentleman. We kissed several time before getting dinner in the cafe. It was very wholesome.”

“Wholesome? What, no groping?”

“Not even once.”

“Lame,” called a voice from Paula's bed. I had no idea Paula was there.

“I thought you were asleep,” Shelly said.

“I was until you got all excited about a not-so-hot date.”

“Be nice. Eve doesn't have a lot of experience with men.”

“Really? You waited until college to date.”

“It wasn't really a plan,” I said.

“And then you managed to find a nice guy who wasn't sticking his hand up your skirt during your first kiss? How'd you get so lucky? Who's the guy?”

“You've seen her with Marc,” Shelly said.

“Oh, my, he is stacked. Aren’t you like a foot shorter than him?”

“At least a foot.”

“You need to get yourself some taller heels or you're going to end up with a sore neck.”

* * *

Over the next few days, Marc kept a respectful distance and did not discuss our kissing in front of the rest of the study group. I had no idea if they knew or not. When we were alone again I asked him and he said, “You seem uncomfortable with public displays of affection. I’m letting you take the lead on whether we tell the group about us.”

“Does that bother you?”

“I don't think so. I'm not really the PDA kind of person. But, I would like to spend more time with you. Can we go out on Saturday, off campus?”

“Sure, what do you have in mind?”

“A picnic lunch. I know a perfect spot.”

“Okay. Where do you want to meet?”

“My car is in the student lot behind my dormitory. I have a blanket, a basket, a mini-cooler, and will make some sandwiches. Eleven AM?”

“Okay.”

He kissed me on the cheek and left.

* * *

We were lying on the blanket in a clearing at a local national park. There were benches on the far side of the clearing that could not be seen because there was a slight hill between us and the benches.

I was nibbling on my sandwich when he said, “Can I ask you a question about your cousin Dave?”

“Um, sure.”

“I've never seen you with him. Do you avoid him?”

“No, he's busy with his own stuff.”

“I've actually never seen him since I first saw you. He use to be in all the classes you're taking.”

“Why is this important to you?”

“It isn't. In fact, I wanted you to know that it isn't. It also isn't important that you aren't enrolled as a student.”

“How?”

“I'm friends with Valentino. After he made your ID, he did a background check on you and it turned up empty.”

“Is this some kind of blackmail scheme?”

“What? No, no, please, Eve. It’s just I kind of know who you are and I need you to know I don't mind.”

“You know who I am?”

“I'm not one hundred percent certain. It's kind of crazy. Still, the facts don't allow for a very sane reason to exist.”

“What facts?”

“You don't have a paper trail. You have all of Dave's classes. Your best friend is Dave's girlfriend. You spend some nights in Shelly's room and some nights in Dave's room. Dave hasn't been seen since you first showed up. You have no social media. I could go on. But, somehow, you are Dave. I don't know how. I don't know why. And I don't care. I like you, Eve. And if you use to be Dave, I don't mind. You've been very skittish around me. I worry that Dave didn't want to be Eve. But that's just speculation.”

To say I was dumbfounded would be an understatement.

He continued, “You didn't deny it. And that's fine. I didn't expect you to admit it either. I can understand why you wouldn't want to tell someone you use to be a foot taller and a different sex. It sounds crazy. It is crazy. But, I have no other way to explain it. And it's not my business, really. I just want you to know that whatever is the truth, I'll still like you.”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Yes? Yes, meaning I'm right? Really?”

“Yes. I don't want to get into it.”

“Okay. Shelly knows, right? I mean she would have to.”

“Yes, she knows.”

“Did you two break up?”

“I guess. Neither of us is really attracted to the other any more.”

“So, you actually are attracted to guys? Me?”

“Absolutely.”

“But, this isn't what you want. You want to be Dave.”

“I do. I did. It's been a couple months. I've kind of given up expecting that to happen.”

“That's sad.”

“Nothing you can do about it.”

“Probably not. If you could go back and you did, would you ever become Eve again, assuming you could.”

“I can't answer that. I have no idea.”

“Fair. Would Shelly take Dave back?”

“I hope so. But, that's like asking me if I want to colonize the Moon.”

“Would you go to the Moon if you could?”

“In a heartbeat.”

“It takes longer than that.”

“You know what I mean.”

He laughed. “I do. I hope you get at least one of these dreams to come true.”

I put the remains of the sandwich aside. “Can we just make out? I don't want to think about the old me any more.”

“Sure.”

It was still mostly just kissing. And that was still wonderful. I did allow him to fondle my breasts through my top. And my thigh rubbed against his stiff crotch. He did not press to go any further.

As we drove back to campus later, he said, “What are you doing for Thanksgiving on Thursday?”

“I don’t know. I have to call Faith, my sister. She’s my only family that knows about this.”

* * *

On Tuesday, we were caught by the study group holding hands. It all felt so middle school romantic. Ian, of course, asked bluntly if we had had sex. Marc told him that was inappropriate. The girls were happy for me.

We went back to my room after studying. Robert had left for the weekend. We sat on my bed and kissed. As we made out, I unbuttoned my top. I took his hand and placed it under my blouse. He felt me up. It made me feel good inside. I wished I had removed my bra first.

I gently pushed him backwards on the bed. I removed my blouse. I hesitated for a moment and he said, “You don’t have…”

I put a finger on his lips to shut him up. I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra. “I want to,” I said. My eyes dipped to my erect nipples. “See?”

His hands were strong and warm as they held my boobs. He said, “Should I get a condom?”

“No, I don’t think I’m ready for that,” I said. “I just want to be touched.”

“Touching’s nice,” he said. He partially sat up and removed his shirt. I had seen him topless before. I wanted to feel his bare chest against my bare chest. We embraced and kissed. His mouth dipped under my chin and his kissed me down my neck. His hands wandered my body as mine wandered his. Was I not ready?

His hot breath on my neck sent chills down my spine and heat between my legs. I was curious. My hand slipped under his waistband and moved down his thigh until they found something warm and hard between his legs.

He popped the button on his pants and undid the zipper. As shy as he was, he knew how to be smooth. He managed to get his pants off without removing his lips from my nipple. His boxer briefs tented in a way I knew first hand to be uncomfortable. I peeled the waistband down and released him from their confines.

“I thought we weren’t doing that.”

“Third base,” I said and my hand encircled his cock. I was longer than mine had been, about the same width. Other than porn, I had never had this view of a cock before. My hand felt small wrapped around him. He lay back and allowed me to stroke his dick.

I lay back as well, my face not far from his. My attention was on his crotch, his attention was on my face. I wondered what he was seeing. His cock grew harder. I looked at him and he gave me a do-what-you-want look. I quickened the pace. He moaned. I saw his eyes close. A small quiver trembled on his lips. I looked back at my hand just in time to see him cum. Cum jumped into the air and landed on my wrist and his stomach. I kept going and more cum dribbled out and down his shaft. His moan crescendoed and ended. I looked at him. He was reaching for the tissue box. He pulled some out and handed them to me. I cleaned my hand first. He took out more tissues and was surprised when I took them from him. I wiped his cock before it got too flaccid. More tissues were needed for his stomach. When he was not looking, I licked my wrist. Not unpleasant.

“Lay back,” he said. “Your turn.”

“What?”

He pushed me onto my back and said, “You can tell me to stop at any time.” He unzipped my skirt and I helped him remove it. He kissed my stomach until he reached the band of my panties. He hooked a thumb under them and slid them down. His eyes were locked onto mine the whole time. A single finger ran down my stomach, between my legs, and pushed gently between my labia lips. Even knowing it was about to happen, I still gasped. I was wet. His finger sat slightly within my lips unmoving for a moment before he curled his finger up and found my button. He brushed my clitoris gently and it was far more electric than when I did it. His fingers played within my outer folds for a few moments before I felt a finger starting to press into my vag.

I cannot remember when my eyes closed. He kissed me to stop me from biting my lip. His finger entered me. I immediately moaned in pleasure. A second finger pushed in. He started to move the two fingers in and out of me. It felt amazing. I was so worked up that he brought about an orgasm relatively quickly. And then, he did not stop until I had a second one.

When I opened my eyes, he was taking two fingers out of his mouth.

* * *

“It’ll be fine,” Faith said over the phone.

“They’ll know.”

“Why would they even suspect the young woman I claim is my friend from school is actually their son, who is like a foot taller than you?” Faith said. “You already texted them that you have a lot of stuff to catch up on and can’t make it. Mom was happy when I told her I was bringing a friend who had nowhere to go this weekend.”

“You already told Mom?”

“That I was bring a friend from school. You are so natural as a girl, they won’t suspect a thing. It’s kind of amazing, actually. Do you have periods?”

“Yes. Ugh. I’m due Monday for my second.”

“Are you on birth control?”

“No.”

“Eve!”

“I haven’t had time to find a doctor. It’s not like I have insurance.”

“Hmm. There’s a clinic we can stop at near the house. It should be open Saturday while we’re home. I’ll give them a call.”

“Fine.”

Wednesday evening, I took the train to Faith’s college. I could not drive us home in Dave’s car. I spent the night in Faith’s room. Luckily the dorms were mostly empty so I didn’t have to lie to her friends about being Faith’s cousin.

In the morning, Faith drove us home. We arrived home by ten in the morning. Faith unlocked the front door and we walked in.

“Faith,” Mom said. She had changed her hair again. It was a fire-engine red, short bob. I’d never considered cutting my hair short.

Grandma Abby was there. Uncle Perry and Aunt Kate were there with Tobin, their young son. Dad shook my hand, “This must be Eve. Welcome to our family gathering.”

“Thanks for having me. It was just too far for me to get away for a quick visit home.”

“Understandable.”

“You look like one of the family,” Dad said. “Doesn’t she look like she could be Faith’s sister?”

“You do have features similar to those on both sides of Faith’s family tree. That nose could be lifted right off Dave’s face,” said Kate, Mom’s sister.

I pretended to not know anybody as Faith introduced me to everyone. I felt bad about not giving Grandma Abby a kiss and a hug. As the introductions happened, Uncle Perry saw my T-shirt and said, “You like Blur? Faith’s brother Dave loves Blur. He’ll be sad he didn’t get to meet you.”

I was going to say something about it but I noticed Uncle Perry was still staring at my T-shirt. No, my chest. Uncle Perry was staring at my boobs.

Faith said, “Why don’t I show you his room? He has a few posters.”

“Sure,” I said and stood up. I followed Faith up the stairs. When we entered my room, she closed the door.

“I want to laugh but I can’t,” she said. “Welcome to the Perved on by Perry club.”

“He’s done that to you?”

“You never noticed?”

“I—” How had I never noticed Uncle Perry’s wandering eye? “No. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. At least something useful has come from your predicament. You’ve learned about Uncle Perry’s male gaze.”

“I feel so stupid.”

“Don’t. He never stared at Dave. I’m sure you’ve noticed being stared at these past few months.”

“I never know what to do. Shelly says I’m lacking years of training at being treated as a thing by men.”

“You are.” She gave me a hug. We sat on my bed and she told me about her experiences with growing up and being leered at.

“Faith,” Mom called out a little later.

“Be right down,” Faith said. “Ready to undergo the stare.”

“No.”

We went downstairs and helped set the table with Mom and Aunt Kate. It occurred to me that I had never had to set the table for Thanksgiving. The women did that. What kind of asinine tradition was this? Dad, Uncle Perv, and Tobin were watching football TV. If I were still Dave, I’d be in there with them. And I never noticed it before.

I looked at Faith and she had a smirk on her face that told me she knew what I was thinking. It is amazing what you can learn about your family when you view them through the eyes of a stranger.

I managed to get a seat two chairs to the left of Perry. He could not easily stare at me and I did not have to see his face.

“Are you a communications major like Faith is, Eve?” Mom said.

“Yes, we share the same classes for the most part. We met in a study group.”

“The specialized classes don’t start until sophomore year,” Faith said.

“That way they get a full year out of you before you realize you’re in the wrong major. The upper classmen are always saying stuff like that,” I said.

“So cynical at such a young age?” Grandma said.

“I prefer to call myself a realist.”

“Where are you from that you couldn’t get home for Thanksgiving?”

“I’m not close with my family,” I said. “Sometimes I think they wouldn’t even recognize me if I were with them.”

Dad changed the subject quickly and I did not have to make up a whole back story for my new life.

After dinner the women gathered in the kitchen to talk while the men remained in the living room. Later, Faith and I were in her room.

“Learned more about the family dysfunction, did you?” She said.

“I never noticed there’s no intermingling of the sexes at these gatherings aside from dinner itself. Have you ever asked about it?”

“Yes. Grandma calls it tradition and Mom doesn’t say anything.”

“Have you ever spent more than a few minutes talking to Tobin?”

“No. Tell me about him.”

“He has a dry wit. But, he’s shy and barely talks at the table.”

“I had no idea,” she said. “We should get ready for bed.” She pulled her shirt off and laughed at my shocked face. “I ain’t got anything you ain’t got.”

“But, you know who I am.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“I guess not,” I said as I took off my T-shirt.

“That’s a cute bra.”

“Shelly insisted I get bras that were, as she called it, fun.”

“Has she found someone else?”

“Not that I’m aware of.”

“You did break up.”

“Yes. It wasn’t that bad. We were surprisingly okay with it.”

“That’s good, I guess,” Faith said. “And how about you and Marc? Have you?”

“No.”

“You’ve been dating for a month. Is he big?”

My face must have been bright crimson.

“So, you’ve touched it, I hope? Otherwise, he’s going to leave you.”

“Marc’s not like that.”

“He’s a guy. You know what they’re like.”

The Friday after Thanksgiving is traditionally a day one avoids shopping centers unless one has a specific deal they wish to take advantage of. Not Faith. Faith loved Black Friday, as it’s known – the hustle, the stampede of shoppers – she loved it.

She dragged me to the mall to buy me more clothes. She was not happy with the style she assumed Shelly inflicted on me. She said, “I can’t accept you as my older sister with the conservative clothes you wear.”

“They aren’t conservative.”

“You don’t own a single abdomen revealing top. You have no tight leggings. You have no short shorts. I’m not saying you have to dress like a sex worker. But, you have assets you should be showing off a bit more.”

We traveled the young women’s clothing stores for crop tops, tank tops, corsets and half-corsets, and leggings in stretch fabrics, flowy fabrics, and leather. The first time I tried something on, I came out of the changing booth and asked, “When am I going to wear something like this in Winter?”

“That’s what a coat is for.”

“I’ve never understood freezing your ass off to look hot.”

“Pretend Marc is standing right around that corner over there. Do you want to ask him how you look in that crop top or in a long sleeve Christmas sweater?”

I blushed.

“That’s what I thought. The top’s okay. I don’t like the leggings color on you. Next outfit.”

For several hours and in and out of half a dozen stores, we improved my wardrobe. She paid for most of it. On the way home, she said, “We have to tell Mom and Dad. I can’t keep buying my friend half a wardrobe each season.”

“I know.”

“And what are you going to do about finals in a few weeks? You can’t put Dave’s name on a test and get away with it at my college.”

“Nor mine. Again, I don’t know.”

“With Mom and Dad on your side, they can help you with talking to the school. You probably need a lawyer to help you sort it all out.”

That evening, Faith dragged me into the living room as Mom and Dad were sitting – cuddling? – together on the sofa.

“Mom, Dad, Eve has something to tell you.”

“What is it, Dear?” Mom said, sitting up and giving me her full attention. Dad hit mute on the television remote.

“I haven’t been completely honest with you about who I am,” I said. “I have no idea how to prove this to you but… I’m David.”

Dad laughed. Mom just looked confused. Dad said, “My son was never what I would call curvy, young lady. And you must be a foot shorter than David.”

“I don’t blame you for not believing me. If I hadn’t just spent two months as a woman I wouldn’t believe me either.”

“David’s had a problem that he didn’t tell us about for two months?” Mom said. “Now, I know this some kind of prank. Did Faith put you up to this?”

“She isn’t lying,” Faith said. “Hear her out.”

“It was eight weeks ago, also on a Friday night…” I told them what happened in Shelly’s dorm room and the subsequent few days.

Mom and Dad, mostly Dad, peppered me with questions only Dave could know the answer to. Dad thought I got one wrong, but Mom and Faith confirmed I was right. Mom even asked, “What’s my original hair color?”

Faith and I laughed. “Do you even know? Faith asked me that when she was first told about my change.”

“No,” she said with a chuckle. “I think I’m a dirty blond. But, these days there’s a lot of gray when I don’t keep up with dying it.” She stood up and embraced me. “I believe you, Love.”

“I’m still a bit skeptical. But, if Britney believes you, I believe you.” He stood up and gave me a hug.

“How did Shelly take it?”

“We’re BFFs now.”

“You broke up?”

“She doesn’t feel the same way about me physically.”

“And you?”

I blushed.

“She has a boyfriend,” Faith said.

“Already?” Dad said.

I took out my phone and showed them a few selfies of me and Marc.

“He’s a handsome boy,” Mom said.

“Too good looking,” Dad said. “Have you and Marc…?”

“She doesn’t have to answer that,” Faith said. “If you can ask her, you’ll start asking me.”

“Should I start asking you?”

“Donald!” Mom said.

“I was just curious.”

“I convinced Eve to talk to you because she has a problem,” Faith said. “She isn’t registered for classes and she can’t take Dave’s final exams for him without getting him expelled if she’s caught.”

“Oh, right,” Dad said. “It’s not too late. I’ll call my friend Kerry. She can’t help herself, she’s a contract lawyer. But, she’ll be able to recommend the right lawyer to help us talk to the college.” He left the room to go to his home office.

“You always wanted a second daughter, Mom.”

“Not at the expense of my only son, Eve,” she said. “Are you fully…?”

“I’ve had my period. I’m due for the next one soon.”

“How did that go?”

“Shelly prepared me well.”

“That’s good. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you,” Mom said. “Your make up is amazing.”

“Also Shelly.”

Mom was very understanding and asked me about my studies. She only asked a few questions about Marc. Dad returned shortly.

“It took over five minutes to convince Kerry I wasn’t saying you were transitioning or anything medical like that. She gave me the number of an acquaintance who works in civil rights and identity law. I’ll call them Monday.”

“Just don’t let this become a big national news story,” I said.

“Yes, we want to avoid that. You’ll probably have to meet with this lawyer in their office whenever I can set up a meeting.”

“I know.”

* * *

Saturday morning, Mom was so happy to hear Faith was taking me to a clinic for a gynecological exam. Suffice it to say, it was not as bad as I imagined it could be. It was only terrible. At least I wasn’t a thirteen year old girl my first time. The doctor was very understanding and she prescribed birth control pills. When I told her I didn’t have insurance, she gave me a prescription card to help offset the cost.

Faith and I went to the mall again afterward. We were standing outside a store when a familiar voice called out, “Faith.”

We turned around and saw J.B. approaching. J.B. was my best friend through high school. Faith never really liked him.

“What, J.B.?” She said.

“Is Dave home for the weekend? I haven’t heard from him in a while.”

“Dave couldn’t make it home.”

“That sucks. All his texts are short and boring. Any idea what happened to him? Who’s this cutey?”

“Eve is my cousin,” she said. “Eve, this is J.B., Dave’s friend.”

“Nice to meet you,” I said. He extended his hand and I shook it. I never realized how cute J.B. was. Of course, I was fully aware that he was a bit of a player. His body language now was saying, “check me out.” I said, “Have you known Dave a long time?”

“Since grade school. If you hear from Dave, Faith, tell him I’m hoping to get a phone call from him.”

“Sure, J.B. We gotta go.”

“No prob. B-bye hot stuffs.”

As we walked away, I said, “Is that why you never liked him?”

“I liked him before he started calling me hot stuff.”

“I never noticed it before.”

At home, I spent an hour talking to Marc on the phone. Faith only butted in a little.

Soon, it was Sunday afternoon and Faith was driving me back to campus. “I have to say, Eve. It’s amazing how natural a woman you seem. If I didn’t know you were once Dave I’d never have suspected it.”

“Yay for me embracing my feminine side.”

“I’m serious. You could have hid yourself away, cut your hair, camouflaged yourself in boy clothes, and so on. I don’t know what I would do if I woke up as a bro one morning. I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks, Sis. That means a lot.”

“And I got a big sister out of it!”

“And I got to be a big sister.”

I texted Marc as we got close to campus. He was standing outside my dorm as we pulled up. I got out of the car and kissed him immediately.

“Now, I see why you wear such high heels,” Faith said. I was still half a head shorter than Marc in these sky high heels.

“Let me get your bags,” he said. “Is this your sister?”

“Hi, I’m Faith. And you are far too hot.”

He blushed and said nothing as he grabbed my bags from the trunk.

“Don’t embarrass him.”

“What? Do you have a brother?”

“I do. But he’s ten years older and married.”

“Do you have a pic? I want to know if you were the lucky one.”

“Faith!”

He pulled out a pic of his brother and his wife walking a red carpet.

“OMG, is that Anielle Delacroix?”

“Yes, she’s his wife.”

“Da-amn. No pressure, Eve.”

“None at all,” I said.

“I still have another hundred miles to get to my campus,” Faith said. She gave me a hug. “Be good.” She gave Marc a hug and said, “Be good to her.”

“Always.”

She got in her car and drove away as we waved at her. We kissed again. Someone nearby called out, “Get a room.”

“How was your weekend?” I said as we reached my room. Robert wasn’t there yet.

“Good. Anielle’s pregnant, but don’t tell anyone. She’s planning an announcement.”

“Is that their first?”

“Yes. I can’t imagine my brother as a father. Mom and Dad were excited to become grandparents. The baby was all anyone talked about all weekend.”

“Do you want kids? Eventually?”

“Sure, I guess. That’s a weird question for you, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.” I said. There was an awkward silence.

“Not anything you need to worry about today.”

Robert arrived shortly and that put an end to any idea of another big make out session. After Marc left, Robert said, “I didn’t ruin the mood, did I?”

“That’s all you’re good for.”

“Hey.”

“I’m joking. No, it’s almost that time of the month.”

“Bummer. Isn’t sex supposed to help with cramping?”

“I wouldn’t know.”

I told him about telling the family my secret.

“That’s awesome. Hopefully that lawyer can get things settled.”

Dad and I met with the lawyer on Wednesday. Her name was Micah Peterson. She was in her mid-thirties. She was professionally dressed but her offices had in a bit of a punk vibe. She said, “This is going to be difficult. There’s not any prior law regarding people spontaneously changing gender. Frankly, you look indistinguishable from a normal woman your age. I can’t decide if that’s a good thing or not. On the one hand, it makes it easy to argue for a legal name change. On the other, it makes it almost impossible to get someone to believe you use to be a man. What is the end goal?”

“I’d rather be a man, I think.”

“You think?”

I paused. “I have a boyfriend.”

“Does he know?”

“Yes. He actually figured it out. I showed up when Dave stopped being seen on campus, etc.”

“Smart kid.”

“So, since you have a boyfriend, you’re feeling better about the change?”

“Mostly. I use to have a girlfriend. She calls us BFFs now.”

“Probably the most interesting friend-zoning I’ve ever encountered. Are you seeing a therapist?”

“No.”

“I’ll have my assistant get you the name of a couple therapists who work with gender issues,” she said. “I’ll contact the school and arrange a meeting with the Dean of Students. Hopefully we can get in before finals start. After that we’ll have to play it by ear.”

* * *

The meeting with the Dean took place on Friday. Micah, Dad, Mom, and I met outside his office before going in. Anil Mittal was an older man. His office reflected a refined taste. He had a slight British accent. After introductions he interrupted Micah by starting, “So, this, you are telling me, is David Putnam, second year business major?”

“She calls herself Eve, now,” Micah said.

“And her transition was somehow magical?”

“I prefer to say an unexplained phenomenon,” Micah said.

“Ms Peterson, it is only because your reputation proceeds you that I am not laughing. Mr. Putnam’s files say he is six foot five inches and over two hundred pounds. This woman could not physically be him and yet you swear she is.”

“Yes.”

“This blessed event happened in September?”

“The twenty-ninth,” I said.

“Why did you wait so long to do anything about it?”

“Ms Putnam was hoping it would all go away. When it didn’t, she was afraid no one would believe her.”

“What do you want me to do?”

Micah took some papers from her case. “In the short term, we’d like the university to issue papers saying Eve can take David’s exams coming in the next couple weeks. It would be a shame to have her lose an entire semester. In the long term, we will probably have her name legally changed and we would like David’s records transferred to her.”

“We can discuss the transcript issues after you deal with the name change. As for her finals, she will have to take them separately from the other students. It would be too much of a hassle to allow her to take the exams without ID, fake or not. They will take place here and I will proctor them personally. I will have to get approval from the university president. But, I don’t think he’ll object. So, this is a tentative solution.”

“That sounds like a good solution,” Micah said.

“Thanks, Dean Mittal,” I said.

“If you ever go back to being David, you will inform me immediately,” he said.

I nodded.

In the hallway outside the Dean’s office, Micah said, “That went very well. I’ll work on getting the name change started. That will probably not get anywhere until Spring. Complicating this is your gender change. We will need to find a sympathetic physician since it can only be accomplished with a physician’s sign off. I’m going to call a couple congressmen I know to see if we can mitigate that. It will take time.”

“Thanks for you help,” Dad said.

“It’s what I’m paid to do. And as the Dean said, if you find yourself as David again, call me before you call the Dean.”

“Easy to promise at this point,” I said.

* * *

Marc and I continued to be intimate without reaching home plate. Finals took place a couple weeks after the meeting with the Dean. Taking the exams alone in a corner of his office was weird. It was certainly a lot quieter than sitting in a room with a hundred other students.

Dad came up to campus by train to drive my car back home. Micah was still working on getting me a new driver’s license. Marc had already packed the car before Dad arrived. They shook hands.

“I would have driven her home if she had asked,” Marc said.

“Britney would have loved to meet you.”

“Part of why I didn’t ask him to drive me home, Dad.”

“It’s okay if I meet your boyfriend.”

“You won’t ask me a bunch of questions afterward.”

“I could.”

The month long winter break flew by. Mom spent most of the break trying to make up for lost mother-daughter time with me. Faith ran interference a few times to get me out of it but I really didn’t mind spending more time with Mom. Dad was not quite distant. We still played chess in the evening every now and then. He loved playing against me. And I could still beat him occasionally.

Marc visited a couple weekends and got along great with my parents. He could not sleep over though.

A week before Christmas Eve, Grandma visited and we told her who I was. We did not tell Uncle Perry and Aunt Kate. Mom wanted to tell her sister but I did not want to have too many people knowing until a permanent solution was found.

Before I knew it, I was back on campus. I was still rooming with Robert since neither of us had a problem with living with the other. Dean Mittal was glad as even he did not like dealing with the staff at housing.

* * *

It was a week after the spring semester started when Robert rushed into our room and said, “Oh, good. You're here.”

“Glad to see you, too.”

“I had an idea. When you changed you tried putting on your old underwear. Have you tried any of your old underwear since?”

“I also tried putting on my men’s underwear the morning after it happened.

“So, that Friday and that Saturday. How about since then?”

“No, they would be very loose.”

“That's not the point. Maybe your body changes with your underwear. Had you ever worn female underwear before you did a few months ago?”

“Of course not.”

“So, give it a try. You have nothing to lose.”

“I already tried this.”

“Maybe whatever makes you change takes time to recharge.”

“Fine, fine.” I grabbed one of my old boxer briefs and went into the bathroom.

A moment later, male me was shouting “Oh, my god.” I stepped out of the bathroom in just my boxer briefs. “I'm me!”

“You're half naked and your makeup looks funny on Dave.”

“But, I'm me.”

“You’re welcome. Now, put the panties back on to see if you can go back and forth.”

“Why would I want...?”

“Are you crazy?” He said. “Why wouldn't you want to be able to switch back and forth? You were telling me about kissing Marc. You think he wants to kiss Dave?”

“But...”

“No buts.”

“Stop, stop, stop. I am having the worst déjà vu right now.”

“What?”

“The dream I told you about a couple months ago.”

“What about it?”

“You’re saying exactly what you said in my dream.”

“Whatever. You would be closing the door on the coolest life anyone could have. You've fooled around and I've seen you drool over guys. Don't you want to know what it feels like.”

“You did it again.”

“So, you apparently also have precognitive powers. Doesn’t matter. Do I have to be graphic?”

“No, no, I understand you completely. It's just... well, I am curious.”

“I could help you out there, too.”

“That’s it. I’m done,” I said. I got dressed and left without saying anything else.

I went to Shelly's room. When I opened the door she did not seem surprised to see me looking like my old self. I hugged her and we kissed.

“So, how did you find yourself?”

“Robert had the insane idea that there’s a recharge time just after a gender change that has to pass before I can switch back. Insane idea. But, it worked.”

“That's great. Can you still go back to being Eve, now?”

“What?”

“Was that a one time thing, a glitch in the matrix, or are you some kind of sexually morphic being?”

“If I never put on panties again, it won't matter.”

“But, what about Marc?”

Somehow between my dorm and her dorm, I had forgotten about Marc. I dropped into a chair in the room and just sat there for several moments. Shelly said nothing. “I have to tell him.”

“His first question will be whether you can still be Eve or not.”

“No, he'd ask if I want to be Eve again.”

“Which you are saying you won't do.”

“I have to find out.”

I went into her bathroom and removed my clothes. I started sliding the panties up my leg when I saw myself in the mirror. Am I Dave or am I Eve? I asked the naked man in the mirror.

The waistband settled on my waist and nothing happened. I removed the panties and grabbed my underwear and put them back on.

“Nothing,” I said.

“Oh, you’ll have to wait a day or two and try again. When you first changed you could not change back.”

She came over to me and hugged me. We kissed.

“Didn't we break up?” I said.

“We were on a pause until you could turn back to Dave.”

“Which I've done. Now I have a boyfriend and a girlfriend. You never struck me as the sharing type.”

“I would never share Dave with another woman. I also don't think I would be jealous of Eve being with Marc.”

“Seriously?”

“Just don't expect any threesomes.”

“Not even Dave, Marc, and you.”

“I-- I hadn't thought of that.”

“I should go talk to Marc while you fantasize.”

“Shut up!”

I went to Marc’s dorm and was let in. I knocked on his room door. Everything looked different being a foot taller now.

“Dave?” he said, stepping aside to let me in.

“I hope Ian isn't here.”

“He isn't. So, long time no see.” He sat on his bed. I sat on the desk chair.

“Yeah, about that.”

“So, you're here. I'm guessing that means I was right about you and Eve.”

“You were.”

“Does this mean Eve’s never coming back?”

“I tried changing back. It didn’t work. Just like it didn’t work when I first became Eve. I just spent several months not feeling like myself.”

“So we're breaking up? I don't mind. Just don't string me along.”

“I just left Shelly's room. She was also happy for me. I never wanted to break up with her.”

“I see.”

“I also don't want to break up with you. I mean. At the moment, I'm not looking for anything physical with you. But, I--”

“So, I will see Eve again. And she still wants to be my girlfriend.”

“Assuming it doesn’t take three months between changes.”

“I should probably reject this idea. What if it only takes a day or two between changes? Would you switch back and forth that frequently?”

“Maybe.”

“Shelly had no problem with this?”

“She said she didn't. We won't know whether she or you or I can handle the idea of sharing me between you two until we try it. Insane as it sounds.”

“I'm willing to try. I really like Eve. And I think you were finally comfortable being Eve until you... You never did tell me how you became Eve.”

I sighed. I told him the story of the underwear. When I finished he laughed. “What?”

“How did it take so long for you to try putting on men's underwear?”

“I tried immediately. And the next morning.”

“But not since then?”

“No.”

“The gang is going to miss Eve at lunch tomorrow if you don't show.”

“Let's give the three-halves dating a chance first. If we find out we can handle it, we can tell the girls about my weird ability.”

“But not Ian.”

“God, not Ian. Are you daft?”

We laughed.

“I’ll try again Saturday. If it works out, we can get together as a couple and hang out.”

“It's a date. If you remain Dave, we can still hang out as Bros.”

“I suppose that's possible.”

“Dave, I might have a girlfriend with whom I can do guy stuff with. Nothing can be better than that. Having to share you with Shelly is worth the price of admission.”

“I'm glad you're so open about this.”

“I'm glad you were man enough to tell me why Eve wouldn't be in classes tomorrow.”

“Okay. I'm headed back to Shelly's dorm. Good night.”

We shook hands, awkwardly at first. I left.

* * *

I called Micah and when she found out how I turned back I could hear her biting her tongue. We put a hold on any name change. I went to the Dean’s office and he was less restrained. “This is amazing,” he said. “How did you not try to turn back with your own underwear immediately?”

“I did try it immediately. Even the next morning. I haven’t tried it since then until this morning.”

“So, you’ll be attending classes as yourself this semester, I assume.”

“I will. I might still be attending classes sometimes as Eve, assuming the cool down period isn’t weeks long.”

“You will?”

“Eve has a boyfriend. It would be unfair to just ghost him.”

“You seem a bit confused about what you want.”

“Tell me about it.”

* * *

Shelly and I were having lunch in the cafe on Friday when Marc approached us. Quietly, he said, “May I join you?”

Shelly said, “Sure. Have a seat.”

Marc looked very relieved as he sat. This was the shy Marc I first met a couple months ago. “I don't want to intrude.”

“No, no, you two should get to know one another,” I said.

“Should we?” he said.

“Why not?” Shelly said. “Do you have any plans with Eve or Dave tomorrow?”

“You told her?” Marc said.

“Of course,” I said.

“Good, good. Of course, you told her. No, I thought we'd just hang out. Did you want to do something specific?”

“Nothing specific. I'm up to date on my studying, though.”

“There's that movie you want to see,” Shelly said.

“No,” I said. “I don't think I'll enjoy as much if I'm Eve.”

“Really?” Marc said. “What kind of movie?”

“A stupid action movie. While I was Eve, I watched a couple similar movies and they were good. I enjoyed them. But something was missing. They weren't great movies to Eve. I rewatched one of them last night and it just landed better when I was Dave.”

“Testosterone?”

“Maybe.”

“You could watch it with Marc as Dave.”

“I think I want my first date since finding Dave with Marc to be a strictly Eve date. Maybe some other time, Dave and Marc could see that movie.”

“Sure,” Marc said. He visibly relaxed. “I was worried this might be hard to do.” He indicated with his hand the three of us conversing.

“It's a very unusual circumstance,” Shelly said. “It'll probably work because none of us are the type who feels the need to spend time with their significant other twenty-four/seven.”

“And my other relationship isn't a secret.”

“What if Shelly found another boyfriend or I found another girlfriend?”

“We don't have to decide that now. I just hope if that happened, you would tell the other two about it before it reached the dating stage. No secrets.”

“Agreed.”

“Agreed.”

Saturday morning, before my shower, I put on Eve’s underwear and I was changed into Eve. It took at a maximum four days between changes. I suppose I had to experiment to find out the minimum time between changes. Robert was awake as I came out of the bathroom.

“Eve?” He said. “I thought you would wait to change closer to when Marc was coming by to pick you up?”

“I figured I should get reuse to this body before I saw him. Everything is so big again.”

“You are so lucky.”

“I am?” I wasn’t sure what he was referring to.

“You have two people who care for you so much they are willing to share you. And you get to experience 100% of the human experience compared to most people who only get to experience 50% of the human experience.”

“You always did see my curse as a blessing.”

“And I hope someday you'll realize I was right.”

Marc arrived around three in the afternoon and Robert opened the door. I was standing not far away. When I first saw Marc, my heart jumped into my throat. That had not happened when Dave saw him. Marc did a double take as he saw me.

“She’s hot, right?” Robert said.

“Don’t be a dick,” I said.

“You two would have just stared at each other for a few minutes if I hadn’t said anything.”

“He’s right,” Marc said. “And you are, too. He’s a dick.”

“Hey.”

“Bye, Rob,” I said walking out ahead of Marc.

When I turned to look at him Marc was rolling his eyes. “What did he do?”

“Don’t ask,” Marc said.

We got in his car and drove downtown. He parked not far from the restaurant where we had reservations for the evening. It was still mid-afternoon so we strolled toward a small park a few streets over. We held hands.

“This isn’t killing you, is it?”

“What?” He said.

“Holding hands. You said you weren’t much for PDAs.”

“Oh, my feelings about PDAs are mostly untested. I had a girlfriend in high school who never let me near her in public because I was always shooting video of her for her social media presence. She didn’t want anyone to know she had a boyfriend in case it would reduce the number of followers she had. We didn’t last long.”

“She sounds controlling.”

“She isn’t controlling me any more. That’s all I care about. You ever think about being a fashion influencer?”

“Never crossed my mind. I’m not into that stuff.”

“You aren’t?” Marc laughed. He stopped and tugged me toward a store window. “You like that dress right there.”

It was a blue, double strapped, one shoulder mini dress with strategically placed sheer mesh cutouts. I had shoes that would be perfect with it.

“I’m right,” he continued. “You’re thinking about how it would look on you right now.”

“Just because I like a dress doesn’t mean I want to make videos of me showing off my clothes.”

“Let’s go in.”

“Why?”

“I want to see you in the dress.”

“Are you sure you want to unleash a woman in a clothing store?”

“I have faith you aren’t like that.”

“I don’t know,” I said opening the door to the store. “If you’re relying on me also being Dave, you’re forgetting Dave doesn’t like trying on dresses any more than he likes guys.”

“Oh, shit.”

The saleswoman in the store quickly found the dress in my size and I went into the changing room. When I came out, I strutted over to the mirror. I loved the dress. The cutouts were well-placed without being vulgar. And it showed off some cleavage without feeling like the girls were going to pop out if I turned too quickly.

As I was contemplating the thoughts flowing through my mind, Marc said, “We’ll take it.”

“We will?”

“Of course. It was made for you.”

“You’re boyfriend has excellent taste,” the saleswoman said.

“He saw me staring at this one. Try to pick something else for me,” I said.

“Challenge accepted,” he said in a deep tone. I laughed.

He walked a few steps and after careful consideration picked up a cream colored, slightly sheer blouse with a plunging, ruffle lined neckline and long sleeves that ended in a wide ruffle.

“I think he wins,” the saleswoman said. “It’s even in your size.” She handed it to me. She picked up a black pencil skirt and handed it to me. “If you want to put it on for him.”

Marc smiled.

I went into the changing room and came out. It was a great outfit. He bought them all for me and carried the bag as we left.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“You don’t have enough clothes.”

“I can’t wear that dress on campus.”

“You certainly can. There’s a dance in a couple weeks.”

“I thought you were shy.”

“No one will be looking at me if I’m dancing next to you in that dress.”

“Can you afford it? Women’s clothes aren’t cheap.”

“There was a moment of sticker shock when she said $134. But, yeah, I can afford it.”

“I hope you don’t think I’m dating you for your money.”

“How would you have known anything about my finances up until now?”

“Candace?”

“I never dated Candace.”

“Her loss.”

When it got close to our dinner reservation, we walked back to the car to drop off the clothing. Shortly after checking in at the hostess’ desk in the restaurant, a voice called out.

“Marc?”

Marc turned and said, “Bill! How have you been?”

Bill was as tall as Marc, a bit more rugged in looks, attractive, lighter hair, darker complexion. He was accompanied by a tall woman, brunette, dressed in a red lacy top and tan slacks. They looked like they were a few years out of college.

“Bill, this is Eve,” Marc said. “Eve, this is my cousin Bill and his wife Shawna. They live a couple towns over from campus.”

“Pleased to meet you.”

“You aren’t an influencer, are you?” Shawna said.

“No.”

“Thank God. Do you remember Penelope, Bill?”

“I don’t think Eve wants to hear about Penelope, Dear.”

“I know of her and he’s right. I don’t want to know much more about her.”

“If you are going to chat, we’re going to powder our noses,” she said and gave Bill a quick kiss. She shooed me toward the bathrooms. I had been planning to check my make up. When we got there I checked my face in the mirror.

“How long have you known Marc?” She said as she closed the door to a stall.

“A few months. He was so shy. I had to ask him out. We’ve only been dating about a couple months.”

“That sounds like Marc. Be good to him. He’s a kind soul.”

“That is one of many qualities I like about him. How long have you been with Bill?”

“This isn’t about me. What else do you like about Marc?”

“Are you interrogating me?”

“No, no, no. Maybe a little. Other than the influencer, Marc hasn’t really dated. I gotta know what you did to coax him out of his shell.”

“We were in the same study group. He’s had crushes on the other women in the group. He switched to me when I joined. If he wasn’t so sweet, he’d be creepy.” I went into another stall to do my business and I realized this was the first time I had ever gone to the bathroom with another woman to talk about my date. “And he’s hot.”

As we finished washing our hands, she said, “His family is full of tall drinks of water.”

When we got back to the guys, Bill said, “She pump you for everything you and Marc know about one another.”

“Oh, hush, Bill. Nice meeting you, Eve. Don’t be a stranger, Marc. We aren’t that far from campus.”

“Good night, Bill, Shawna.”

“Nice meeting you,” I said.

They left. “Sorry about that,” Marc said. Before I could say anything, we were escorted to our table.

“She didn’t really say much except that your family is full of tall, hot guys.”

“True, I guess. My brother could have been a model. Instead he became a doctor. Bill’s son, Donny is taller than me.”

“You never said your brother could be a model.”

“That’s how he met his wife.”

“You could be a model, too.”

“Me? I’m too awkward in front of a camera.”

“You haven’t had the right photographer.”

He gave me a full rundown of his family tree over the course of the meal. I told him anecdotes about my own family when they worked well after an anecdote he told. I was a wonderful dinner.

Afterward, we went back to my dorm room. Robert was home for the weekend so we didn’t have to worry about being interrupted. “Why don’t you get comfortable and we can maybe watch a movie? I’ll be in the bathroom.”

“Okay,” he said and he started removing his shoes as I went into the bathroom.

I used the facilities and washed up before pulling a bag out from under the sink. I got changed into the outfit I had put there earlier. When I walked out, he looked at me and I wish I had been able to photograph how big his eyes had bugged out.

I was wearing lingerie. I had never worn it in front of Marc before. It was royal blue and lacy. A sheer camisole did little to conceal my breasts. A garter belt held up sheer stockings. The lacy blue thong barely covered my womanhood. I posed with my left foot flat on the ground, my right foot was on the tip of its toes pushing my knee forward. My left arm was straight by my side and my right arm was bent with my hand behind my neck. “What do you think?”

“I don’t think I’m able to think,” he said. He sat up on the bed, his feet on the floor. “I feel a bit overdressed.”

“We’ll take care of that,” I said. I walked to the bed and sat in his lap. We kissed. I am not sure when he removed my camisole or his own shirt. He hooked a finger in my panties and lifted my butt with his other hand. As I stood, he pulled my panties down to my knees. I shimmied my legs and stepped out of the panties as they hit the floor. “I’m ready.”

“Ready?” He said curiously. And then it dawned on him. “Ready.” He moved to the side so I could slip into bed. He stood up and opened a drawer near my desk. He took out a condom and dropped his underwear to the floor somehow all at once. He handed me the condom. His dick was stiff and pointing at me. I opened the wrapper and rolled it down his shaft. I then sat back to give him room to get into the narrow bed.

He placed his hands on the bed near my ears and was holding himself above me. We kissed again. It lasted several moments until my eyes flew open. I saw him staring at me. I had felt him rub his cock against my willing opening.

He cocked his head to the side, silently asking a question. I nodded and he pushed his cock downward into the entrance of my vag. I closed my eyes and hoped it would not hurt. Slowly, smoothly, he pushed himself inside me. It hurt a little. But, it felt amazing. My hands were squeezing his ass, trying to pull him inside me. But, he was a slow moving train, determined not to make me cry out in pain. He pulled back a little until his head was at the entrance again before pushing inside again, a little further this time.

I heard moaning and realized it was me. When he finally was all the way in, his balls slapping lightly against my ass, he began to fuck me in earnest. His strokes were still smooth but they were more forceful, longer, deeper. This was not his first rodeo. He knew how to make me feel amazing. If I was being honest, he was a better lover than I had ever been to Shelly. My ego did not have a chance to think about that though as he cranked up the intensity.

My mind was turning to mush. I had felt orgasms before as Eve. What was about to happen made them seem like someone running a single finger down my arm. This… This was…

I came down from the most incredible orgasm of all time. Moments had passed. I have no idea how to describe it. He was kissing me and I could not possibly have been kissing him back for the past few minutes. I kissed him back.

He was still buried deep inside me as he broke the kiss. “You okay?”

What a stupid question! “I’m amazing.”

“Yes, you are.”

“And you are even better. That… That was…”

He reached out and gave one of my nipples a seemingly gentle twist. My body coiled like a spring and I let out a sound that could not possibly have been made by a human. It was not as intense as the earlier orgasm, but that wasn’t a fair comparison.

“How did you do that?”

“I have a strong imagination,” he said. He slowly withdrew his flagging cock. He got up and removed the condom, leaving it in the can beside my desk. He lay down beside me. I turned onto my side and propped my head up on the arm beneath me. My other hand traced lazy circles on his chest.

“Was it worth the wait?”

“Give me a minute. I think you fucked my brains out and I don’t see them here on the bed.”

“You should have secured your brains in a jar before we started.”

“Next time.”

“There will be a next time?”

“Probably in an hour or so. And many more after that.”

We did it again, twice, before I fell asleep in his arms as the inner spoon.

* * *

I was awoken with a kiss. “Good Morning.”

“Good Morning,” I said. “What time is it?”

“Almost ten. I’m have a few things to do. And I’m sure you do as well. We’ll meet for dinner in the cafe?”

“Okay.”

We kissed again and he left. I got up and went to the bathroom. Should I try Dave’s boxer briefs, I wondered. It was definitely too soon based on past experience. I decided not to try as there were things Eve needed to do today.

A couple hours later I was in the cafe with Shelly for lunch. As she sat down she immediately said, “How was it?”

“It feels very weird to talk about this with you.”

“We both have boobs. That means I’m your BFF and you just had sex with your boyfriend. If you don’t talk I’ll never speak to Eve again.”

“In that case you get the long version.” I told her everything. Of course, I started with him buying me a dress. She was not amused until I got to the bathroom encounter with Shawna.

When I finally got to me showing Marc some lingerie, she asked, “When did you get lingerie?”

“Faith insisted I buy it. It felt awkward buying it in the store. Dave loves looking at women in lingerie, of course. But, I wasn’t sure if there was any appeal for the woman. God, the way his eyes devoured me. I can’t wait to wear lingerie again for him.”

“I’ll have to try that for Dave.”

“That’s up to you.”

She approved of him handing me the condom. She said that was how it should work. I paused awkwardly when I reached the point where I realized Marc was better than Dave at sexual encounters.

“I hope you were taking notes.”

“I don’t know that I could do some of the stuff he did. He was so natural and confident. He seems so lost in public. But, beneath that seemingly befuddled exterior is a confident tactician ready to make a woman scream in ecstasy.”

“Now, you’re just trying to butter me up for a threesome.”

“I was not. But, since you mentioned it…”

She waved me away. “Is that it?”

“No, we spooned and woke up a couple hours ago.”

“No morning sex?”

“Might have happened if it had not been nearly ten by the time he woke me up.”

This conversation basically repeated when I called Faith in the afternoon. And in far less detail at lunch on Monday with the girls. Neither Ian nor Marc were at lunch that day. Maria said, “About time,” the most, I think.

After classes Monday, I changed into Dave and noted the time. When Rob saw me that evening, he said, “So, what was it like?”

“I am always amazed at your restraint when I’m Eve.”

“Eve was not going to tell me how getting fucked felt. You’re a guy. Guys, at least guys who don’t have weird hangups, talk about and wonder what it’s like for the woman. You know. And I want to know as much as I can find out from someone who’s been on both sides of it.”

“I don’t think I can help you,” I said. “This body does not react like Eve’s does to the stimulation we’re talking about.”

“Don’t get all sciency on me.”

“Fine. It hurts at first. But, in a good way. It’s like that feeling if you work out too hard. It hurts good. But, don’t take that at face value. It actually feels nothing like working out, even if it is a good workout.”

“Now you’re speaking in riddles.”

“Woman feel an orgasm all over. I think guys do as well but they fixate on the feeling in the groin. It really isn’t that different. And yet, it is totally different.”

“You sound like a sex therapist. I need to open myself up to feel my own needs throughout my body.”

“Basically.”

“Fine. When you see Shelly, is she going to experience a better you?”

“Yes, Robert, I will have improved as a man by having sex as Eve. You were right.”

“That’s all I wanted to hear.”

In the morning, I tried putting on Eve’s underwear, but I did not transform. I tried again throughout the day. It was just before midnight when I became Eve again. Almost thirty hours had passed.

A month later, the minimum time between changes was only twelve hours. Apparently practice reduced the recharge time. Shelly, Marc, and I became closer. It was a Saturday in March when, as Eve, I went to Shelly’s room and found Marc there.

As I closed the door behind me, Shelly started unbuttoning her blouse. She tilted her head toward the bed and said, “I’m ready.”

* * *

During spring break, Faith’s curiosity about her brother’s/sister’s condition finally peaked. She stepped into Dave’s room and opened the drawer on his bedside table. A short stack of boxer briefs sat on the floor of the drawer. She selected the first one and hurried back into her room. She locked the door and stripped off her clothes. She put one leg and then the other into the far too large briefs. She lifted them up to her waist and held them there a moment before letting go. The waistband became snug against her abdomen with a soft snapping sound.