Girls' Trip Chapter Three (Patreon)

I heard voices as I slowly started to come to consciousness.  “He’s so pretty… look at those legs… I know, right… his lips are so big and kissable…” Was I still dreaming?  I had had the weirdest dream… Taylor and the others had turned me into a girl.. so odd… I felt a soft hand on my cheek, kind of patting it… “come on doll, wakey wakey…” Kylie said.  As I came back more fully to consciousness, I felt something soft spread out on my chest, something stringy in my mouth and started to try and push it out with my tongue, and when I opened my eyes there was something covering them, so I reached up, feeling my chest  press against my inner arm, and my chest moved….  I saw a slender, dainty hand pulling shimmering blonde hair out of my eyes, and all three of the girls were looking down at me, smiling.

“Hey, girl,” Taylor said.

I sat up, feeling my chest sway and bounce, and looking down I saw the breasts swelling against my tank top, and I yelped. “It was real?”  I said, stunned to realize it wasn’t a dream.  I really was a girl.  Being a female, having all these girls around me, I wanted to curl up into a ball and die.  Taylor held out her hand.  “Come on,” she said.

I grabbed her hand and got unsteadily to my feet, feeling my breasts swaying, nipples rubbing against my shirt.  I crossed my arms over my soft breasts and looked around at the girls, who were all a little taller than me now and standing around me in a half circle.  “I have to go,” I said, feeling small, intimidated, weak.

“Now, now,” Nicole said, putting a hand on the small of my back and guiding me toward the couch.  “Don’t go running off now.”

I let her guide me, glancing around at the girl’s pretty, smiling faces.  “What’s going on?”  I said as I sat down.

“Um, Colin, legs together?” Taylor said.

I had sat down in a classic manspread, and felt cool air flow up my tank top and between my legs.  Hearing her say that made me feel super self-conscious about my new sex, and I closed my legs, my knees together, feeling my soft, hairless thighs press against each other, squirming at the sudden realization of my lack, that there was nothing getting smashed between my legs.  I had my arms wrapped around my chest, hair falling across my eyes.  “Why?”  I said.

The girls sat around me— Taylor and Nicole on either side of me on the couch, while Kylie pulled up a chair and sat across from me, our knees touching.  “You wanted to be a part of our girls’ weekend didn’t you?” Kylie said.

Nicole reached out and swept my hair back from my eyes. “You wanted to see what it was like to hang out with the girls.”

Taylor touched me gently on the arm.  “To be with us while we let our hair down?”

“Yeah,” I said, the buzzy tea kettle sound of my voice making me wince with shame.  “But I didn’t want to be one of you.”

“But you really have to be,” Kylie said, putting a hand on my knee.  “Don’t you see?  We couldn’t really be ourselves with a guy around.  Having a dude here would change the whole dynamic.”

“Now, you can really see what fun it is to go out with the girls,” Taylor said.

“Cool… cool… cool…” I said. “But, yeah, I don’t think this is really for me.  I’m kind of more into being a dude, so…”

“You’re going to be a girl the whole weekend,” Kylie said. “And unless you play along and join us for all the fun times we’re going to have, we must just keep you like that.”

“Keep me like… this?”  I said.

“You’re really hot,” Nicole said.  “I’m not into girls, but I really want to kiss you.”

For some reason, the thought of her trying to kiss me in this body actually kind of scared me I leaned back, shaking my head.

“I could totally motor boat your girls,” Taylor said, eying my chest.

“You wouldn’t,” I said.  “You couldn’t.  No one would recognize me. What would I do?”

“Hooters is always hiring,” Kylie said.

“Hooters!”  I shrieked.

“Okay, don’t get your panties in a wad,” Kylie said.  She took my hand.  “Just…  do it.  Hang with us.  You’ll be glad you did.”

“You’re not giving me a choice,” I said.

“No.”

I thought for a second, looking at all the girls’ faces.  They were smiling, seemed really happy, amused.

“Say yes,” Nicole said.

“Come on,” Taylor added.  “Don’t be a wimp.”

“We want you to hang out with us, girl,” Kylie said.

“This is not cool,” I said. “But, fine.  Okay.”

“Yes!”  They all shouted.  “Hugs!”  Nicole and Taylor threw their arms around me and hugged me, kissing me on the cheeks. “Oh!  Stop!”  I said, struggling to my feet, tugging at the hem of my tank top.

“Okay.  The fun starts now,” Kylie said.  “The first item on our itinerary— bikini shopping!”

“Yes!” The girls all shouted.

“But didn’t you all pack bikinis?”  I said.

“We did, but you didn’t!”

“Oh, no,” I said, realizing they meant for me.

“Oh, yes!” Kylie said, grabbing my hand.  “But you can’t go like that.  You need to change.”

“I can just go like this,” I said, feeling butterflies in my stomach at the thought of leaving my room like this, let alone trying on a bikini.

“You need to wear underwear underneath when you try on a bikini,” Nicole explained as if she were talking to a child.

“Underwear? I’m wearing underwear.”

“Not boxer briefs,” Taylor said.  “Something more like these.”  She held up a tiny little scrap of black lace that I recognized as panties.  The butterflies in my stomach went nuts and I blushed with shame.

“I can’t,” I said.  “No way.”

The girls all smiled.

Of course, I lost the argument.  I went into the bathroom and slipped out of my now baggy, oversized boxer briefs, feeling cool air swirl around my legs and the empty space where my junk used to be. I became acutely aware that I now had nothing down there, just an empty gap between my thighs, and I shivered.

I held the panties and looked at them, shaking my head.  What I held consisted of a tiny triangle of black lace and a bunch of string.  They were super sexy.  I would love to see a woman wearing them, but now I was about to put them on, and a bunch of hot girls were outside waiting, knowing I was about to slip into my first panties.  Rip off the band-ade, I told myself.  I stepped into the panties and pulled them up the length of my long, smooth legs. My smooth, hairless skin made it so they almost seemed to glide up over my thighs, and the cool, silky fabric sent shivers across the flesh of  my bare legs. My skin seemed so much more sensitive, and I was sure part of that was the lack of my old, wiry leg hairs.  I winced as I pulled them over my hips, feeling the floss slip up between my but cheeks even as the soft triangle at the front seemed to cup the empty space between the legs.  I squirmed and tried to adjust them, but they fit the way they were supposed to.  I just wasn’t supposed to be wearing panties, and I wasn’t supposed to have that patch of nothing between my legs, now with the soft fabric of the panties pressed against it.  My mind reeled against these new feelings, the reality of what I was and what I was wearing.

I grabbed the hem of my tank top and pulled it over my head, struggling to get all my hair through the shoulder straps.  My breasts lifted and then bobbled back into place with a little bounce.  Taylor, giggling, handed me one her bras-- it was also tiny, black lace. Feeling the same sense of confusion and shame at the thought I was about to wear it, and more that I needed it.  I struggled against the temptation to check myself out in the bathroom mirror.  On the one hand, I was curious, but on the other hand, I didn’t think I was ready to deal with what I would see in there.  The bra was a single piece, almost like a tank top, and I pulled it over my head, struggled to untangle my hair from the shoulder straps, then pulled them up over my shoulders and fitted my breasts into the cups.  It was strange to feel the strap across my back, the shoulder straps digging into my shoulders, but the feeling of the cups holding my puppies actually felt good.  The only thing was my boobs seemed to be pushing out from under the bottoms and sides of the cups, and I struggled to adjust it, trying to tug it down to cover my breasts, only to have it slip down so my nipples were sticking out.

“How’s it coming in there?” Taylor called.

“We don’t have all night?” Nicole said.

“Why does it take women so long to get ready?” Kylie said, putting on a “guy voice.”

“This bra is too small,” I said, squirming. “My… these boobs are … they…”

“We’ll decide if your bra is too small,” Kylie said. “Come on out and let us see.”

“It’s too small!”  I insisted.

“Don’t be shy,” Taylor said. “You don’t have anything we haven’t seen before.”

“That’s what’s so embarrassing,” I murmured to myself.  What choice did I have?  Throwing one hand across my chest and using the other to cover the front of my panties—  I was so humiliated to have the girls see me looking so femine… I slipped out of the bathroom, hunched over, blushing.

“Come on,” Taylor said.  “We can’t tell if your bra is too small unless we can see it.”

I dropped my arm, now putting both hands over my new sex, which caused my breasts to squish together between my little arms.

“You’re crazy!”  Kylie squealed.  “You look sexy as hell, bitch!”

“If anything it’s too big!”

“Let’s get him a smaller bra,” Nicole said.

“Smaller?  No!  This is fine.  Okay?  Fine,” I said, terrified.

The outfit they’d picked out for me to go bikini shopping consisted of a pair of tiny little Dukes and a yellow tank top with a flower on the chest.  The girls watched, snickering as I wiggled into the tiny little shorts. They were small and stretchy, and it felt like I’d squeezed into a second skin, the fabric hugging my hips and backside, almost seeming to lift my ass. Likewise the tank top, which felt like it was three sizes too small, and ended just above my belly button, showing off my flat tummy.  I could feel cool air against my belly, which was flat and taut, but at the same time soft and smooth. My waist seemed tiny, and more so by the way my hips flared out. Dressed in that tank top, I felt bashful, like I was advertising my fertility to the world, practically begging some man to-- I couldn’t even think of it and tugged on the bottom of my tank in a futile attempt to hide my inviting body.  It was a cute outfit.  Just the kind I would love to see a hot girl wearing. The fact that I was wearing it just made me feel sick.  The super tight clothes also made me extra aware of how— wrong my body felt.  My butt felt like I had a pillow taped to my backside, and my chest was way too big.  “It’s all too small,” I complained, pushing my long hair back over my shoulder.  “I feel like a sausage!”

“Look at us,” Taylor said.  “We’re always wearing clothes that are tight and small.”

“It’s part of being a cute girl,” Nicole said. “Get used to it.”

“And I suppose now you’re going to make me wear high heels?” I said.

“Not yet,” Kylie said, holding up a pair of flip flops covered with sparkling rhinestones. “For now, you can wear these cute little things.”

I rolled my eyes.  “This really is not fun” I said, sipping my feet into the flip flops.  As I did, I felt the floss from my panties pinching, so I reached back and pushed my hand down my shorts, grabbing and trying to adjust it.

“Stop that right now!” Kylie said, slapping my arm.

“It’s pinching me inside my butt!”  I said, trying to adjust it.

“STOP!”  Kylie said, slapping my arm a little harder.

“What?”  I said, pulling my hand out.

Kylie took my chin in her hand and tilted my head back so I was looking her in the eyes.  “That was very unladylike,” she scolded me.  “You can never adjust anything in public.”

“It’s gross,” Nicole agreed.

“You can’t act like a dude,” Taylor said.  “Not when you’re with us.”

“So, what am I supposed to do if my—- panties are all… annoying?”

“Put up with it,” Kylie said. “Just like the other girls.”

“You just put up with it?”  I said.  “But…”

“Put. Up. With. It.” Kylie said.  “Now, get your purse.  We’re going shopping!”

“Purse?” I said, fighting the urge to adjust my rebellious panties, kind of wiggling my big butt, hoping the floss would fix itself.

Nicole held up a white little clutch purse with a sunflower on it that echoed the one on my tank top.  “You’re going to look so cute with this!”

I took the purse, and the girls all cried out, “Selfie!”  They gathered around me, and Taylor held her phone out in front of us on a selfie stick.  I was scowling, feeling humiliated.  Kylie nudged me in the ribs.  “Show us that pretty smile!”

I forced a smile, and the camera flashed.  “Now let’s go get you the cutest bikini ever!”

“I can’t wait,” I said. “Whoop de doo!”

I was trying to be sarcastic, but the girls just giggled and then we all bounded out the door and heard down to the shops.  I tried not to look at myself in the elevator mirror.  I got a glance and saw a pretty blonde girl in a yellow tank top, her round little shoulders shiny in the light.  I felt my knees go a little weak at just a glance of the woman I now was— how pretty and fresh faced she was, how much as a guy I would have been all over a girl like me.  It was too much to process, so I looked away, ignoring the feeling of my bra pinching my boobs a little, the way my hair tickled my cheeks and my shoulders.  I was trying not to think about the fact I was now a woman, but my body wouldn’t let me.  I couldn’t even move without feeling a tremor in my breasts and being reminded I was a woman now.

As we were going down, Kylie suddenly gasped.  “Oh, my God!”

“What?”

“We totally forgot,” Kylie said.  “We picked a girl name for you for the trip.”

“Oh, yeah!” Taylor said.  “You’re going to love it.”

“I doubt it,” I said.  “What is it?  Colina?”

“Colina?”  Nicole said.  “Weirdo.”

“That’s not even a name,” Kylie said.

“I know,” I said.  “I was being sarcastic.”

“It’s hard to tell,” Taylor.  “Everything you say now just sounds cute.”

“Har har,” I said. “So, what’s my girl name?”

The girls all looked at each other and then, in unison, squealed, “Sofia!”

“A pretty name for a pretty girl,” Nicole said, reaching out and hooking a strand of my hair behind my ear.  She was really into playing with my hair.  “Do you like it?”

“No,” I said.  “Can I pick my own name?”

“Oh, my God,” Taylor said.  “That is such a Sofia thing to say.”

“Right?”  Kylie said.

I just rolled my eyes.  It wasn’t a terrible name, I guess, and besides, it was the least of my worries given I had just been given a woman’s body.