The Present, Part 24
Part 24
Within a few more seconds, Chris was completely bare below the waist. At this point, enough time had passed since puberty that he couldn’t even remember how he used to look before he had body hair. Something like this, obviously. The worst part was, he was already below average in terms of size, and now looked significantly smaller without anything to frame things down there.
He didn’t have much time to process the transformation–or, more accurately, this particular step in the feminine transformation Amy and the other girls were pushing him through–before Julia was peeking her head through the door.
“Chrissy?” she called into the bathroom, with a flirty lilt, “Almost done?”
It took him a second to remember that he was supposed to be talking like a girl. He almost blurted out something in his normal voice, considering his headspace, but managed to catch himself and clear his throat. The only reason he remembered was the fact that this wasn’t the first time he had been stuck speaking in such a way while in Amy’s shower. “What the fuck, Julia?” he asked. As usual, his frustrations were thoroughly undermined by the higher tone.
“Language, girl,” Julia giggled, “Anyway, come out here in just your bra when you’re ready, and we’ll have some more fun. You do want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
He did. Despite what she had just tricked him into with the ‘lotion’ she used, Chris still wasn’t about to throw away the opportunity to hook up with a hot girl. If anything, this made him feel more entitled to the experience. After suffering through the indignity of being stripped of his pubic hair, the least he could get for his troubles was what Julia had originally teased.
“I’ll be out in a minute,” he said. Her question sounded more flirty and rhetorical, and he wasn’t about to encourage her further by blatantly affirming what he wanted. Julia clearly knew that she was an attractive girl, considering how she had confidently pulled her top off earlier and flaunted her cleavage in a bra that looked more sexy than casual.
There wasn’t much else to do. After making sure the hair removal cream Julia coated him with was thoroughly rinsed off, as Chris needed to follow through on the original point of jumping in the shower for the sake of stopping the faint tingling/burning sensation around his privates, he turned off the water and proceeded to dry off his lower half. It was a pretty quick process with smooth legs. All the while, he had to deal with various glimpses and eyefuls of the more recently bare area.
Next, he had to deal with the other part of Julia’s request. Going back out to the bedroom in just a bra meant there would be no hiding his currently less than impressive manhood. Not doing as she said, however, might give her the excuse to not follow through on what she had promised. And, it was technically fair, as Julia was out there in just a bra above her waist. Of course, her boobs were real, compared to Chris’s. Dismissing that thought as quickly as he could, he instead tried to justify to himself that being bottomless meant that Julia would strip down so they matched.
Either way, the sunk cost fallacy was real at this point. Chris removed the tank top Amy had given him earlier and left it on the bathroom counter. Taking a breath, for once wishing he had panties to wear if it meant he didn’t have to walk out there bottomless in his current state, he hesitantly opened the door and stepped back into the bedroom.
Julia was now more dressed than he was. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, patiently waiting for him in just her bra and thong. Tilting her head at the sight of his hand covering his crotch, she asked, “What are you doing, Chrissy? Don’t you want me to see you?”
Not really. Maybe they could fuck with the bedroom lights off? Though then he wouldn’t get to see much of her nakedness. Hoping to split the difference, he suggested, “Shouldn’t we match first?”
She just smiled. “Come on, girl. Show me.”
Nervously swallowing, he did as he was told. Pulling his hand away and letting it drop to his side, wondering if it would be better to be hard for this, he uncovered himself and kept his arm down so Julia could see him. She had only touched before, which meant her first time laying her eyes on his dick was after the removal of his hair.
Julia certainly didn’t try to hide her staring. Taking a good, long look, she finally stood up with a giggle. “Like I said. The cutest little cunt!” She walked up to him and cupped the forms on his chest. “You’re such a good girl, Chrissy,” she said, “I’m assuming you want me to fuck you now?”
He did, though this was very much the opposite of dirty talk. Still, it probably wouldn’t take much for him to overcome the way feminine terms she kept using for what was blatantly external genitalia. Julia and the others could call him a girl all they wanted; at the moment, he was with a half naked girl and was ready to get something for all of his troubles.
“Well?” she tilted her head, “You should say it, obviously. Hasn’t that been the theme of the afternoon?” Giving his breasts a squeeze, not that he could feel it as well as a girl would, she shifted her hands to his sides and began slowly tracing her fingertips downwards. “You want me to fuck you.”
It’s not the way he would put it, even if Julia had proven that she was more in charge between the two of them. But he wasn’t about to drag things out more than he needed to. Meeting her eyes, doing his best to maintain what dignity he could while so many elements were working against him, Chris said, “I want you to fuck me, Julia.”
“I know you do,” she smirked. Rather than going where it seemed like she was going, Julia ended up moving to one of his forearms and gliding the rest of the way down until she had a soft yet firm grip on his wrist. “This way, girl,” she said, “We should bend you over Amy’s desk. That will be fun!”
Umm, what? The only reason he didn’t reply right away was because he caught himself before accidentally slipping into his natural voice from the surprise. Committing to the tone Julia wanted him to stick with, Chris said, “What do you mean?”
“What do you mean, what do I mean?” Julia innocently asked, “You said you wanted me to fuck you, Chrissy. I’m assuming you meant in the ass, by a hard cock.”