Discovering Ourselves(Haruka And Michiru TG) (Patreon)

Two different inner turmoils were going on between best friends, neither aware of the other's. While Micky was yelling over the result of some sports match, Henry was quivering before a mirror, his door locked twice over as he tried to pose in a way that made him feel sexy, currently failing. He had been a late bloomer, which he had been upset about, not because of the delayed growth, but the fact that it was happening. There was an ambiguous sadness that followed that took a few more years to unpack, the poor boy still nervous, unsure if what he thought he was feeling was really what he wanted. It was getting harder to deny that he was trans, even if he felt he didn't quite "earn" the pronouns he desired yet. Looking in the mirror always brought his worst thoughts out, his fears of being seen as a woman magnified by his reflection.

The lingerie almost felt like he was bullying himself, his eyes only able to see the bulges instead of the curves, his body not fat, but the flab on it just sparked every insecurity. He didn't like how he looked, yet he never told Micky how he truly felt, terrified of the possible disapproval he'd get. No matter how much he shaved, there was always some stubble, and he would have gotten looks if he shaved everywhere else. And where he did want hair was its own source of paranoia, his short, curly hair expertly brushed to hide what he thought was a receding hairline, feeling thinner by the day. He knew he'd have to come out eventually to his best friend, but it terrified him to think of what a manly man would think and say. It's not like Micky was a douche or anything, but still someone that... confident in themselves just made his own insecurities stand out in harsher contrast. He felt so awkward, wishing his counseling session hadn't been pushed back. At least with a professional opinion he could feel more confident in the self diagnosis, Henry sighing as he slowly returned his feminine underwear to the same lockbox he kept it all. Little did he know the friend he idolized without a care in the world was equally nervous, the game just a distraction from a larger problem.

Micky had in many respects, always been living a lie. Sure it was a lie he didn't mind playing half the time, but a half truth wasn't the whole truth. In everyone's eyes he was the epitome of 'macho' with a strong, rugged jawline cloaked in a constant stubble, a five o clock shadow minutes after he shaved that only accented his handsomeness. To amplify that image, there were rippled muscles throughout, his time on a swim team having toned his entire body and left his black hair in an eternally slicked back shape, his physique a testament to the years of athletic endeavors his father had signed him up for so he would be "less of a fag" in his eyes. Ever since his dad had caught him sewing with his mom's kit, some makeup nearby messily laid about in experimentation, anything 'girly' was ripped from his life. Even the switch from football to swimming had been rough, Micky still shivering a little at the dead stare his father had when he told them, the playfulness just barely hiding disgust as he brusquely mocked, "Aww, trying to see some fellas half naked? What it wasn't enough tackling them?"

Truthfully despite the air of supreme confidence he had, there was an ever present fear and loathing, driven in by his father. Even if he knew it was stupid, there was little he could do besides open up to his wants bit by bit. Sometimes he felt ashamed for wanting to wear dresses or stare at men's swimwear catalogs for reasons other than shopping. Other times he was angry at himself, a part of him always swearing he'd get to finally do all the things his dad prevented him from doing once he was free from his thumb and living it up in college. Yet the fear remained, his father's judgment haunting him as a specter of his parents' wants followed him everywhere. That was the only reason he hadn't told his roommate Henry of his fears and desire, well that and one other minor thing. At some point he had fallen desperately in love with his roommate, and the thought of admitting that terrified him to no end.

It was hard to pinpoint when the feelings had fully formed, but something about his meekness, all the small details of how he acted and the look in Henry's eyes when he stared at Micky, at first he thought he was just horny to be home. Then there was the doubt, knowing it couldn't be because of his roommate, after all that'd be absurd! But by now, he knew full well what it really was. He had known for years now that he was bisexual, but he never had a chance to ever pursue it, always afraid of the disgust and scorn his father had been more than happy to dish out. Maybe that was why he had become so drawn to Henry, their tenderness making it impossible to imagine them saying anything hurtful. Still he didn't know much about their sexuality and whenever he tried to probe there was always an awkward glance, the obvious discomfort too painful to push through as he always shifted topics away. Every now and then he'd have a restless night, nervous that Henry would somehow overhear his thoughts when he rubbed one out to thoughts of him. For now he'd bide his time and build confidence, groaning at a missed catch ending the game as he sighed, changing over to Henry's usual anime channel as he knocked on his door.

There was some sudden rustling, Henry frantically yelling, "D-Don't come in!"

Usually he'd think he interrupted an intimate, private moment, but the rustling wasn't on the bed so Micky figured it was just something Henry was embarrassed about sharing. God knows it took a few weeks before he had been comfortable sharing how much he liked anime, especially the shoujo side of things, a term Micky still didn't fully understand. Yet that was part of the charm, their earnestness always coming out the second they did something, that strong dedication to their interests something he admired. While one waited by the door and another scrambled to put clothes on, both had the same thought, turning to a wish as the two made a wish for comfort, for love.

I wish I could be more confidently myself with my roommate, and that they'd accept the real me no matter what.

It was just a thought, the concept of a 'real me' left vague as both had their own thoughts on the matter. Henry was still unsettled on how he wanted to present, imagining a strong, confident form that was still feminine, reeking of confidence, yet not entirely, overtly feminine. That bit of ambiguity was crucial to him, all of it pointing to someone familiar, yet he couldn't help but wonder where. As for Micky, his ideal self was one that could explore all the feminine things he never had a chance to, his domineering frame always intimidating people, never giving him a chance to feel like he was being handled. Hell at six foot four it was hard to find doorways he wasn't scraping against, much less people. For some reason when he met Henry, he had this odd urge to look up, as if he should have been taller, more confident, and despite the pure nonsense of it, the idea still persisted every now and then like an odd sense of deja vu as if his body was trying to tell him something was off. He felt it again as Henry opened the door, yet like always it passed.

"Game's over and I switched to your usual channel. Sorry for the game going over but you have a minute till the next thing comes on."

Henry was avoiding eye contact for a reason, a weird box partially peeking out his closet, though Micky knew better than to point that out, more than happy to ignore it for their privacy, trying to ease their clear nervousness as he asked, "So what's on the docket today?"

"Well it should still be the Trigun marathon so episo- huh?"

The channel was like Boomerang only instead of old cartoons it was anime from the 90's, but rather than what was meant to be on, it was showing an episode from Sailor Moon. Not that Henry minded, the show a long time favorite of his, though as Micky joined to watch, there was an odd intensity as their eyes were drawn to the screen.

A small charge went through both as they stared, a mix of vertigo and deja vu running through them as the episode opened on a car driving through the city, Henry and Micky both feeling the wind as the unseen horizons of the blurred 90's backgrounds was crystal clear in their minds. It was an odd sensation, to feel like you had lived a fictional scene, neither of them comfortable enough to mention the odd happenstance to the other, too absorbed by a different part of the screen. Micky had never really been into anime, more of his dad's views there plus he had never really found one to latch onto, yet he found his body reacting viscerally to this one, his jeans feeling tight as he stared at the tall blonde androgynous driver, but his real focus was on the green haired girl next to her, something about her presence familiar and strange. It was like a dark secret was being exposed and accepted, his heart thumping in a mix of anticipation and release.

"Is that... Michiru?"

The name came to him without thinking, yet saying it felt like he was struck by something complimentary, his body ringing as if he was a tuning fork. It was a pleasant feeling, almost like he was lightly buzzed, whispering the name again as his body rung itself once more, now a different pitch, one that was higher. Henry was surprised he knew her, though it was a delayed response, his eyes locked on Haruka who he realized fit all of his criteria for how he wanted to present. She even had the confidence of Micky, but his fantasies could wait, he had to know how much Micky knew.

"Yeah were you a fan of Sailor Moon already?"

Micky gave a shrug.

"No this is my first time, it's just that I almost remember, uh, the girl next to M-Michiru-"

"Oh you mean Harukaaah~?!"

It was Henry's turn to be struck, though he was worse at hiding the feelings, sighing a bit as he repeated the name, both of them in a trance as their tuning rose to greet the ambient pitch of the turned on television.

Micky was shifting side to side, Henry in a kind of oblong circle as the scene continued, just them driving, the background seeming to grow in their eyes as their dinky tv felt cavernous, their beings meshing comfortably with the electronic hum growing in volume in their ears. Henry didn't quite understand it, the feeling not that dissimilar to the flutters when he put on lingerie, only instead of flutters it was a whole flock of excited tinglings buffeting his body, turning him on as he tried to fight it, sighing rhythmically as he glanced at Micky hoping he wasn't looking at the growing lump in his pants. He wasn't ready to see Micky's own impressive bulge, his legs making no big secret to why he was shifting about so much, his quiet sighs getting Henry to look up as the next unexpected sensation overtook him.

If the previous feeling was like nervous flutters, this was vertigo mixed with deja vu, a sudden uncontrollably lusty heat surging in Henry's member, his body working towards a sweat as his palms clammed up. There had been a flash when he looked at Micky, synapses firing, almost blowing a gasket in his head as he felt struck by the knowledge that he knew that face. The room was spinning, the 'revelation' an absurd one. Of course Henry knew his girlfriend's face! ...no that wasn't-

"Michiruuu~..."

Micky couldn't get that name out of his mind, each utterance sparking a happy whirlwind of emotions, his brow dotted with sweat. It was like he never realized how awkward and ill fitting his own name was, his body lumped in as he looked down, feeling a distinct wrongness to it, looking towards his girlf- No that wasn't right. His roomma- no that didn't feel right either! He kept having these weird flashes of a track meet, fighting monsters, scenes outside the episode turning to brief memories that didn’t gel with his own despite how nicely they felt to reminisce on, all inevitably focusing back onto her gir- his room- her... This feeling of wrongness was towering, feeling more and more apparent as he looked on the screen, an envy for Michiru building, that vision of personal perfection lodging as he kept repeating her name. It was all building, the hum, their moans, the air charged as the tension suddenly snapped!

The two had muttered the girls' names over a hundred times, the background all encompassing, that feeling of breeze, the texture of the leather seats, it was like they were there, yet the only thing wrong was their bodies, unable to fit into the two seats left for them, the screen flexing once, twice before suddenly powering down, the two gasping as if released from a trance, sweat pouring down their bodies. Micky's knees felt like jelly, his body warm, every hair standing on end as the vision of Michiru teased him, his legs giving out in a moment of weakness, his skin suddenly more sensitive than he could ever recall. He moaned loudly at the fall, any pressure enough to get him going, his body squirming under the prison of clothing it found itself in as he felt like he was trying to be told something, some great wrong was trying to right itself.

Henry was equally as turned on, worried by the thump by his friend, his eyes looking at him with worry only for him to thrash, even the sight of Micky making his cock tense against his sweats, his body caked in sweat. Without thinking he moaned out, "M-MichirOOOH~ s-something's h-AHHppening to uhh-UHH-UNNGH U-USSSS~!"

He was so turned on, it took a second to realize his mistake, embarrassment flushing through him, making the heat even worse. There was a half moaned apology, but to Micky, the name calling was a revelation, his body spasming in delight at the accident, no the correction! That's right, Henry was always more in tune with his feelings than he was, it made sense for him to realize the obvious truth, the reason he was feeling this way. It wasn't that he wanted to be like Michiru or even to be her. He WAS Michiru Kaiou, and even just thinking that thought made the air around him seem to caress his skin in praise, the universe telling him he was right. But there was still something in the way of that truth, Micky deciding at that moment to strip and let the rightness of the universe take over.

Peeling a sock away became the most tantalizing of acts, every ridge of his foot singing with bliss as it was bared to the ambient hum turning him, his strained jeans already struggling to contain his arousal, the other foot nudged free as he wiggled his toes, gasping as the wriggling cause tiny spasms to crack them slimmer before his eyes. He was seeing double, slim dainty feet visible in afterimage over his current toes, each wriggle solving the discrepancy of shape and size as they continued to pull into themselves. It was tantalizing, erotic beyond compare, that lovely rightness to it only strengthening as he watched the hairs pluck clean from his toes, his soles peeling away callus as his sweaty skin paled from ruddy to peachy.

Then there was the shrinkage, his size 14 feet as sensitive as his cock as they throbbed up before deflating, a series of pulsating reductions making him moan and gasp with barely any time to think, each pulse its own chiropractic tease as his arches were slowly raised, each toe slimming as the nails glossed and pedicured, the slight remnants of sock fuzz falling out their shrunken contours as his heels reduced to slender little buds. There was a sound like plastic wrap popping as they finished, Micky giving a pleased, hiccuped gasp as his new feet rubbed together, their skin flawless, regal. In fact, if he had to put a description to it, it'd be almost, "P-Princessly ahhh~!"

The warmth that surged at that description was unbearable, a small dot of precum growing as his ill fitting calves thrashed in his jeans, his hands desperate for more openness, for more of that feeling to spread. He knew without a doubt that the feet he was looking at were not a man's feet, nor was this sensation a masculine one he was being overcome by. But if anything, that realization only made him strip faster, almost tearing his shirt off and snapping the zipper on his pants as he stripped, only his boxers left as he gave in to the will of the world.

Henry was in less of a willing mood. There was no question that these strange sensations were amazing, and one only had to look at the lump in his pants to tell whether he was enjoying it or not. But like most things in life that he enjoyed, there was an intense shame and nervousness blocking him from savoring it, too many worries of what it meant, where this was going, what would come next buzzing about his skull as he tried to fight against a high that was trying to soothe him. If only it didn't feel so intensely good, the sweat soaked hairs of his cock standing on end, the hum twisting them as it felt like his cock was being slowly shaken, the base a trembling mess as the individual kinked hairs straightened and cut off to a tidy line of dirty blonde.

Somehow he knew that was their color now without looking, just like he knew that buzzing on his scalp was the sprouting of new follicles, the changes fixing the damage genetics had done, no more receding hairline as a pleasant tugging spread them longer, a few layers of bangs long enough to creep into sight, a bright sandy blonde. This wasn’t right, yet it was also a dream come true, his worries of thinning crowns a thing of the past. Now it was getting thicker and softer and- No he wasn’t supposed to like the sandy blonde… beautifully yellowed… Fuck he really liked that color, like his muddy old hair had been cleaned of all its gunk, and it was the perfect length, just long enough to show he could grow it out as long as he wanted, but short enough to- Wh-What was he thinking? No he couldn't just let this happen! H-He was changing! And Michiru was still-

"HKK AHH~!"

Dammit that slip up again, fuck if Michi- Micky wasn't here he'd have stripped and started jerking it, b-but he could never do something so embarrassing, not in front of his-

"Oh? Why do you seem so tense Haruka?"

Henry's body bounced upwards a second, his boxers damp, each syllable of that name making his sweating body amp up the heat as he tried and failed to stifle the aroused groan that erupted. While he was happy Micky was okay, the last thing he expected to see was him almost fully naked, openly stroking his erection while flashing a lewd wink his way.

"Wh-What are you doing Mich- Micky?!"

Henry's mind was a wreck, unable to understand what reality was doing, all of his dreams right in front of him and yet it was all too far fetched for him to actually stomach. He was almost nauseous in confusion, the horniness making his insides actually feel like they were melting, his breathing more ragged as his eyes couldn't leave the sight of Micky's impressive member just standing there, a dark stain spreading. And then even more incongruities with reality, Micky not reacting flushed or embarrassed, but annoyed, making a very odd huff as he paused, almost like his own reaction was bothering him.

"Are you trying to tease me Ha-ru-ka? Because I'm- Hmm no that's not it, the right feeling is more... more..."

And then Henry watched as Micky's face crumpled and warped into a familiar shape with each expressive movement of his face.

Micky just wasn't happy with his attempt at a pout, his brow too wriggly, his eyes too small, his lips barely getting that outwards thrust that made his annoyance so cute. Then again all sorts of new mannerisms were beginning to come to mind, turning to muscle memory as he continued to shift about, his posture straightening, his fingers clicking as he arranged them as they almost played invisible strings, but the focus was on his face for the moment. He started with the lip thrust, licking his bottom lip and sighing as each thrust filled it out, his chin popping as the hairless expanse of it rounded to a cute point. A small cleft formed under the bulging bottom lip, his teeth clacking as each one shed its grime to be a gleaming white.

Working his jaw led to the rest following, the pout making his cheeks slim as he huffed, his eyes fluttering as he worked the brow. That bit felt especially gratifying, intense shocks of pleasure followed by cracks as his brow slendered, his eyes fluttering to wide sapphire jewels topped with long lashes, his nose the last to give in with a flare as she winked.

"There, much better..."

The recognition was almost instant, Henry sputtering out a shocked, "M-Michiru?!" Micky bucked at the utterance, the wet spot on his boxers spreading as his fingers trembled for a second, thinning as the nails spread out slightly, green specks dotting them as he traced his growing nails over his scalp with pleasured coos. Micky was teasing the strands, Henry’s memories quivering at the sight, remembering that technique, remembering how she’d bend her fingers that way for her violin recitals, almost like private concerts for just the two of the- Shit no this wasn’t real! It couldn’t be! Try as Henry could to deny it, the reality was evident, as Micky’s hair grew under his touch, green shocks of growth sliding over his ears, blanketing the nape of his neck as he moaned out in utter bliss, "Yesss say it again. Call me by my name Haruka, my REAL name. How could I have ever forgotten it?" His voice was cracking ever so often, rising to boyish creaks, some syllables almost feminine as he strutted towards Henry, his face warmed by an obvious blush.

"N-No this isn't right Michi- M-Micky! This isn't- H-ahhh~?"

Henry moaned, Michiru teasing his own erection now, the slender digit fully topped by a long, painted nail, shame and want grinding in his mind as she began teasing his soft, blonde hair.

"Still trying to tease me Haruka? I know you must be enjoying this, but it seems you need some help letting go, so why don't I just..."

Every word he leaned in closer, the sweet smell of his breath dizzying Henry, his protests weakened to breathy coos, Michiru's lips silencing even those as what could only be described as pure euphoria spread over Henry's body. They both felt it, Michiru's hair billowing out, his hungry mouth shaping Henry's face with the intensity of his tongueing and lips, a cheeky bite swelling Henry's own to succulent smackers, his nose nuzzled down into a gentle thrust against Michiru's.

Their muffled moans rose together, Michiru's cracking up into a girly soprano, Henry's eyes widening as he moaned in a husky alto, the tone feeling right to him, his cheeks snapping as he smiled into his lover's caress. He could feel the shape of his face changing, gaining a defined elegance to it, his blandness carved into sharper relief as round jowls turned to sharp angles, ambiguous cheekbones that could either belong to a pretty boy or a fashionable girl bringing his pert, succulent lips to the front, making their kisses all the more enticing. It was what he always imagined when he stroked his cheeks, wishing for better, an androgynous beauty that enticed, his eyes reflected in Michiru’s as he could watch them sharpen, gleaming with a confidence, a sexiness he had never possessed. The minute crunches and teases were building to a wonderful climax, each pore shedding its hair, making their dancing tongues all the better, his cheeks smooth as he enjoyed pressing against his lover’s face, the knowledge that he wasn’t scratching her, no awkward stubble to mar the moment. It drove him over the edge, Henry gasping as the stimulation proved too much, his cock leaking as he gave a loud, trembling grunt.

The release brought Henry back to reality, pulling back and gasping, feeling the odd hum of his new voice as he felt his neck, the lack of stubble making his chin rub alluring to him, the flatness graceful. It was starting to feel incredible just to rub skin, the slight intrusion of hairs fading with each pass as a supple smoothness spread a most wonderful feeling as Henry felt his body pluck itself smooth, a sensation only found in his dreams of femininity, each unsightly blemish gone. There was that intoxicating taste on his lips, a nostalgic sweetness, one that made memories spur of Mick- Michiru's perfume mixing with sweat, that flushed panting he was hearing now, his cock already hard again as he looked into Michiru's eyes, seeing his new face, Haruka's features reflected in her alluring gaze.

"Feeling it now Haruka? Cause I'm really, r-really feeling- ah ah nngh!"

Henry realized that Michiru was draped over him, his bulge pressing against Henry's navel as he gave an annoyed shudder, arching backwards while swiveling his neck. There was a sudden crack, Michiru moaning as his abs thrust forwards, joining Henry in sudden release, a few inches shaved off his towering height as his spine gave its first inwards shudder. Something had been bothering Michiru for a while, that odd almost vertigo of wanting to look up finally justifying itself as he stretched more, glancing at his Haruka's blushing face as his body shivered, the cum pouring out thick as an insistent, prodding pleasure curved his spine inwards, his muscles feeling warm and buttery as his well trained body began to shed its bulk.

It was the feeling Michiru had always sought after, all those submerged desires to experience the feminine gushing up now, his body no longer wanting its height, its strength, the desire to be held and coddled, to be protected and looked after, it was making every inch of his body a hot, needy mess as he couldn't stop the expulsions of muscle and masculinity even if he wanted to, and god did he not want it to stop. His hands slid down Henry's body as he shrank, leaving smooth tracts of skin at every touch. Michiru felt his spine fully pop, a foot of height melted off as he stared at eye level now into Henry's furiously blushing face, giggling at the sight.

"Aww how selfish of me. Here I am having all the fun, ignoring my girlfriend."

“Girl… friend?” Henry was still unsure, yet being called girlfriend sent a shiver of delight through his thoughts, his eyes trailing down to the drops of cum resting on his midriff. It was turning clear, the white purifying away, letting him watch as his skin turned pristine and plush underneath, the touch of cloth enough to make him feel ready to burst again, yet he was still unsure. But Michiru wasn't going to leave him waiting, their hands cupping his sides, thumbs teasing the bulging fat as she squeezed it, Henry moaning as his waist felt malleable, his body desperate to cave into her touch.

"Usually you're the one taking charge in the bedroom Haruka, but it's not like I can't be on top every now and then. Tell me, don't you loooove this?"

That wasn’t completely true, the memory of her saving him from a monster springing to mind, Michiru’s gleaming figure like a celestial princess in his memories, the sight more than enough to make him gladly follow her into sailordom. And here she was again, slaying the deadly monster of his masculinity, each squeeze of her arms strong and tender and oh so right.

Michiru's embrace clamped tighter, the hot wetness surging out from Henry's boxers only encouraging him as he pulled on his partner's waist. It was an up and in motion, Henry's sharp features tightened in ecstasy as his ribcage shifted, a few telltale cracks making him squeak as his height shot up an inch. It was hard to describe the feelings, Henry watching Michiru tease his shirt up, his nipples warm as the fabric brushed past them, perting them up to a thickness that made his arousal evident. Despite being nervous, he gladly raised his arms, cooing as the arm raise popped something in his shoulder blades, sighing as his frame condensed as he was rendered shirtless. The extra inch had already done wonders to his physique, the pudge flattened slightly, redistributed as the mass remained there, just stretched further, tauter, his sides having a slight curve to them as Michiru squeezed even tighter.

POP

"AHHHH~ AHHH YESSS~!"

This time he couldn't help it, his sides arching, melting to Michiru's touch, the feelings undeniable as Henryka's doubt was shaken, another two inches added as Michiru brought her lips to his navel.

Henryka couldn't help but love it, feeling each caress surge in his nipples, his sultry moans only adding to the rightness, Michiru's mouth kissing his belly button as her tongue darted inside. His head rose off the armrest, inches added as he cracked 5 foot 9, gasping and sighing as her elegant fingers tickled his ribs, squeezing his waist like taffy as his rounded shoulders stretched up and up. He watched through fluttering lids, not an inch of his seemingly worthless flab wasted as his waist curved inwards, giving a soft definition to the rising elegance of his abdomen, every inch pulling his tummy flatter, his sides taut and slim. It felt especially wonderful what Michiru was doing, her tongue making his navel more vertical, her lips sucking a perfect diamond into shape, each thrust of her tongue solidifying the muscle behind it. It was strange, his shoulder edges remaining almost in place as the last two inches pushed out with a rough thrust from Michiru as his body ground against Henryka's cock, their shape still fairly broad, but far more angled.

It didn't just feel good, it felt right, Henryka clenching his arms in pleasure, feeling his muscle tense as his flabby arms elongated, much like his core turning slender and elegant as they stretched longer. There was a pressure surging from his heart, the worried shell that clouded his enjoyment cracking with every beat, the pleasure building as his ribs tensed, erect nipples swelling as Michiru's hair teased them.

"Ohhh~?"

The pleasure was taking his worries, his doubt, turning it to confidence, his cock feeling increasingly alien as he moaned, feeling it spill out the wrongness, his nipples sore and tender as the first swells of fat stung them up. They were perky points, small little cones full of potential, each one amping up his desires as they singed against his girlfriend’s skin. Michiru's embrace had him clutched right at the small of his back, Henryka moaning out a nervous, "yes," as it popped, that first step to acceptance turned to a leap as he screeched, displaced fat and muscle shooting into his heaving bosom.

"Y-Yesss..."

It was more assured this time, Henruka trembling as a few of his hard earned inches snapped under the curving of his spine, dropping him slightly, yet he knew he was taller, the view from above filling his memories. Michiru was there too, that comforting feeling when he met her suddenly making sense. There had always been that slight hint of friction, almost invisible, an awkwardness between how they connected, both of them separate, yet now with the changes they were two puzzle pieces finally snapping together into a perfect fit. It almost felt wrong to feel so good, his hands hovering over the hungry juts, still uncertain whether it was right.

Like always, Michiru put his fears to rest, giggling as she nuzzled them, teasing them with her hair, loving Henruka’s cute moans as she calmly whispered, “It’s okay Haruka. Enjoy them. Though don’t take too long, I want to have some fun with them too.”
His hands gave his swelling breasts a squeeze, a warm, confirming pleasure making the next moan confident as he gave them a firm grope, gasping as his hips thrust against Michiru's chest, flicking both nipples as Michiru stopped her navel sucking, moaning as her own chest stiffened. His exploratory gropes had led to the flesh rebounding, pushing out further to a petite set of a cups, a few more massages turning them to fuller, but pert b's as Henruka sighed blissfully, remembering how he liked them teased, his slender waist squirming when Michiru gave his cock a gentle flick.

"F-heeling behhtter Haruka?"

The question came out between moans, Michiru panting heatedly, trying not to pounce as he shifted in discomfort.

"Yes."

It was firm if not overly confident, but he felt more assured, flexing his fingers as each one refined itself, the nails just long enough to suggest femininity, the unvarnished nail beds a soft pink. Though his fingers were much better suited to his body, Henruka didn't want to feel up her own breasts, instead looking at the heaving frame of his partner, all the telltale signs of Michiru's wanting becoming obvious as he could remember what those eyes, what that hitched breathing meant she wanted, his new hands moving to trace her body.

"Ready to give me some- Ohh~!"

The memories wouldn't stop flowing, Michiru's body not how he remembered, his hands gripping her arms, squeezing and shaping as she moaned, her body melting to his touch, all that muscle deflating under Henruka's strong grip as he reshaped her, his partner gladly moaning as she shrank in Henruka's arms.

"You must have been thrilled to get to tower over me for once."

Michiru was too busy moaning at the full body groping/massage she was getting, all that thinned muscle gushing from her cock, Henruka's fingers teasing her expertly as she was hugged and squeezed, her shoulders squirming downwards to a more petite size.

"Ooooh~ i-it was a fun change of pace, but I much prefer being heeeld like this. It's much easier to leeeeht you play with- ah ah yesss there!"

Henruka's hands had reached her clavicle, caressing it inwards, his thumbs teasing her flat, pink nipples as she bucked in response, another inch of height gushing from her body. She peppered him with kisses as he teased her, Michiru's lips hungry, wanting, clearly extended for his own, but he surprised her with a quick pick up, her still bulky waist melting inwards as his lips pounced on her left nipple with a quip.
"Something’s missing. Let me find it for you." It hardened in his mouth, the pink nub warmer as it gained a perky thickness to it, giving him more room to work his tongue up and down the swollen areola.

Michiru was in heaven, though she wasn't as concerned as her partner with her look. She had already fully accepted who she was becoming, who she really was, shedding all those obfuscating layers as natural as breathing to her. But there was a special sort of intimacy to the act, Henruka's teeth teasing her hardened nub, lightly biting as she could feel her body twisting to fit their desires, pleasure far greater than what her cock could release building as her right side sunk with each suck of her lover's mouth. There was a watery feel to her cock as her waist turned into a lopsided mix of curves, Michiru trying her best not to drool like an animal, still keeping a certain refined composure to the waves of ecstasy, her hands gripping Henruka's flabby ass for support, squeezing whenever the pleasure grew too much to bear. Her insides were melting, the thick, pillowy breast teased out large and larger, a watery mix of release flowing as Henruka's teeth bit down, one final tug making Michiru screech as her right breast surged to its full heft, her right testicle making a soft wet sound before it popped.

"OHHH OHHH YESSS~! YOURS HARUKA! M-MAKE ME YOURS!"

Blinding heat was cratering in between her hips, rattling against them as she bucked against her lover, each centimeter of her unfolding testicle blinding her with ecstasy as Henruka's tongue slid a line from right to left, his mouth working on her other pec, one hand groping her finished breast, the other tracing her trembling left side. In her previous life she had been no stranger to sex, yet there had always been this frustrating expectation for her to take the lead, for her to initiate. It was like the responsibility to making it fun all rested on her with no room for interplay or submission. But this was even better than she could have imagined, her partner satisfying every need wordlessly, her body his plaything as each breath sent a rise to her breast, her remaining testicle deflating like the muscle sinking into her ample curves, the stream of cum completely crystalline as her body ached for completion.

She could feel the years being moved, repurposed, all of those forced hobbies melted into feminine desire, swelling her breast up and up as he side cupped into a wanting curve, perfect for Henruka's arms to wrap around. It wasn't all just her sitting back though, her needy squeezes firming up Henruka's ass, a plush firmness adding to Michiru's squeezes as she felt his cock throb and release, his cum still thick. There was a lovely choked gasp when she pulled on his cheeks, hearing his knees knock together, a bucking making his tongue stab into her nipple as she felt the suck in her groin, a sonorous note singing out as the unneeded lump unfolded inside, spreading her innards open as it warped to a matching twin nestled deep in her hips. Henruka's looked a bit squished with his firm ass now widened slightly, his hips less broad than his shoulders, his mouth ending its attack on her succulently plump breasts as he whined with a nervous pleasure, the releases from his cock slowing to a trickle as it suddenly shrank.

"O-Ohhh~!"

It was only a small piece, but the sensitivity made that two centimeter chunk that had pulled in feel massive, his thin, yet curvy hips struggling to contain it as the start of a hollow cavity, his mind racing at the possibility of losing it.

"I thought we were past this. It's not like you to be this indecisive."

Michiru couldn't help but tease him, looking at his slightly pulled in balls, his leaking cock definitely cuter as she gave it a flick.

"I like it b-but what if I change my mind? What if it doesn't stick? What if you want something else? Besides you haven't had yours go y-EHHHT~?!"

Michiru let him know about her lost balls by plunging onto his cock with her freshly opened slit, her own cock tensing for what she knew would be the last time as it pumped out a clear trickle, lubing up her shallow pussy as she began rolling her hips to get his cock in deeper. Each shove inwards upped the pressure between her hips, her cock shrinking with every spreading crunch as she wrapped her thighs firmly around his cock.

"Yoooh've never been MMPHone to worry like this Harukaaah~! Yooh~ were sooo r-uh-uh-ough that time after I p-haiiinted you…"

Her cock was squeezing against Henruka's waist, sealing, now just a glorified clit atop a thin shaft that was slowly being forced inside by her thrusts.

"Whatever you h-aaave it's you I- I- ohh god that's- nnngh you I love so st-ahhp worrying and just, j-just-"

There was a full snap as she suddenly felt his whole cock slide inside, Michiru screaming as her hips hit their full width, her cock rubbing against the side of his as it pulled inwards, their tips sliding until with a pop she came, Henruka following as the last of his balls' contents emptied. It was a lot, Michiru egging him on as he let go, moaning as the thinning cum spilled inside. It swelled the hollows of her ass, turning the slightly plush flatness into a proper cushion, each roll of toned muscle rounding as it wobbled rounder, her skin stretched taut over a proper booty as it jiggled with fullness. The excess spilled down her thighs, squeezing thicker and thicker as her entire body bent sensually, Michiru moaning as she finished, "Mmm~ just do what you want Haruka. I'll love you either way darling."

She showed off her finished curves with a squeeze of her thighs, the plush feminine comfort swarming Henruka's dick, his spent balls puffing fruitlessly, his equipment unable to keep up with the desire, his thoughts wondering why he was still holding on, being so stubborn like this. He was enjoying it, he knew with every change this felt right, s-so maybe he should, they should just let it-

SCHLICK

"OHHH~!"

Michiru squeezed at that moment of concession, Hanruka's balls retracting, a firm, confident yank pulling them inside as they twitched under Michiru, their doubt fading, Michiru easing them into their gender, teasing away all doubts. Her body seemed to be everywhere, her mouth at their neck, their hands flitting about, feeling up every toned inch of their body, nipples placed against theirs as she cuddled into them. She was playing footsie, her toes teasing his, slight nudges stretching their legs as Hanruka sighed, feeling them arch to her teasing, calves rising as their height rose back to almost six feet as their toes flexed elegantly. They had the stature of a model, legs long and thin, toes poised and pointed as they slendered, Michiru giggling as she traced their rising arches with her own.

"Mmm~ looks like someone's finally getting it. Come on Haruka, where's your usual cool confidence? I remember when you first got me alone in that locker room, or when I stayed over and you showed me to your room. Don't you remember what you did? It seems your body knows what it wants..."

She pulled away from them slightly, hearing Hanruka sigh as their cock pulled in another bit, leaking a thin trickle as they tried to remember.

"I-I closed the distance, ruhhbbing your thigh, asking you if you wanted me to con- OHH~!"

Michiru did it as they recalled, taking the lead as instigator as her fingers teased Hanruka's thighs, massaging the muscly sticks as she worked out plushness from them, the leaking spurts hastening.

"Yes you were ever the gentleman, though you certainly knew how to get rough when you needed to. Well want me to continue Haruka?"

As if in response to the question, their cock collapsed another inch, Hanruka trying not to shriek, feeling the warmth of her breath on their cock as she continued to massage their thighs, their curves supple and firm, leading beautifully to their petite, perky ass.

"A-Aaaafter some more t-teasing I s-slid your paaahnties down a-and-"

Michiru giggled, looking at their bare bottom.

"Apologies for taking those away, I think they tore somewhere in the middle."

She pointed to where their cum sodden clothing had been stripped, pausing a moment as she saw the threads unspooling, sewing into more familiar forms, but she could see the results later, she had something more important to ask.

"Do you remember what you asked? You used that deep voice of yours and asked me if I wanted to be your girl. Well Haruka, do you? I'll let your body answer so..."

Hanruka gasped, her lips slipping over their cock, her tongue teasing it, darting against the tip as it swirled, trying to gain access to a space that wasn't formed, yet the more it dabbed at it the more their body yearned to answer. Hanruka could feel their cock widening, moaning as their tip spread, her eyes widening as she felt Michiru's tongue slide inside.

"Y-Yesss?"

Nngh it felt so good, her tongue pushing it inside, fucking her nethers like it was a dildo as her lips continued to slide back and forth, a little less to slide on each pass.

"O-Ohhhh yes..."

Even if she was saying it, she wasn't fully embracing it, feeling something twitch as her lips squeezed her cock down to a lubed nub, her tongue licking out a cavern faster and faster, unlocking that last piece of resistance, the feeling of her forming pussy enough as Haruka gripped her lover's head and emphatically screamed, "YESSSS~! MAKE ME YOURS MICHI~!"

It felt so wonderful to be honest, to not worry about whether what she wanted was right or wrong, just that she wanted Michiru, needed her and this new body was the culmination of every hidden desire she had been unable to embrace before. She screamed it loudly as her legs joined her arms in a full body embrace, feeling Michiru's tongue stab deeper and deeper, her shaft tongued inside a wanting hole, any worry lost as Michiru's lips gave her tip a final kiss, the freshly minted clit popping back as Haruka came as a woman, embracing her partner and herself in the blissful aftershocks of ecstasy.

Michiru smiled, looking at her lover's leaking pussy, ready to dive back in before teasing her, "Happy to hear it Haru. All you had to do was as-MMPH?!"

Haruka's acceptance was already evident, no wavering, no concern, the sight of Michiru's teasing, blushing face all the reason she needed to kiss her. They rolled around, knocking against their living room table as the remote fell, slapping between them as they paused, Haruka eyeing it thoughtfully.

"What, don't tell me you're already bored of me and trying to change the channel."

"No of course not, I'm just thinking, usually we have more... help when we-"

"That flimsy thing? Just use your hands, or your mouth. You seemed to enjoy that well enough or are you still scared from your past life?"

"I wasn't that scared. Turning into myself was far easier than risking my life in battle for you. I'm just pointing out this did start things, and we don't have our usual toys, so maybe we should-"

Before she could finish the thought it split in half, one of the halves falling to the floor as it unleashed a spark, the apartment trembling as sparks flew out one end, the black body of it condensing, gaining more colors as the base became red with gold accents, the top turning green as the shape of Michiru's transformation wand took form, their apartment zapped hard enough or reality to move them from a living room to their own master bedroom, the furnishings far more to their tastes as both girls looked at their transformation wands, amused.

"Well that was unexpected. I wonder what else is hiding in these-"

She flicked the wand a bit too hard, smacking Haruka's as the two girls suddenly glowed, their discarded clothing that had resewn itself to better fitting casual women's clothing suddenly springing up as an amorphous blob, covering them both as their sailor outfits formed over them, the two sighing as the clothes for their uniforms seemed more handsy than they remembered.

Haruka sighed, looking to her girlfriend with a slight bit of annoyance.

"Wh-What? I meant to do that! Aww don't act like you don't like me in uniform. Besides I got to strip you earlier, it's my turn to be stripped. Come come."

She patted the side of the bed like Haruka was a servant following the order of a queen, rolling her eyes as she pulled off her own gloves and boots, giving her girlfriend a show as she stripped off her skirt and panties, bowing to Michiru like a gentleman as she slid off her top.

"My lady, I apologize, I am tired of delays after being such a wimp before, I shall strip you in all haste."

Before Michiru could object, she grabbed her skirt, tearing it in two and tossing it, nibbling on a finger as she tugged off one glove, then the other, Michiru huffing as her top was pulled off.

"Hey that outfit is unique you know! Even if the magic fixes all th-MMM~!"

Haruka's lips made quick work of her complaints as she pushed her down, their bodies quickly coiling together, Michiru's thighs clamping around Haruka's toned bottom as their lips danced for a few minutes, their hips thrusting together as they finally paused, Michiru needing a second to catch her breath.

"What, done already Michi? And after all that teasing..."

"I learned from the best Haru, now why don't you put that mouth to use instead of-"

She didn't get to finish, Haruka not wasting another second now that they were together again, their lusts mingling as they made sure to use every second of their past lives' frustrations to fuel their passionate fucking as the two lovers knew they had nothing to hide from now on. They both knew for certain they were exactly who they were meant to be.