Underthings - Chapter 6 (Patreon)

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. Richard 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 was not 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?” Richard said.

“Don’t be a dick,” I said.

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

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

“Hey.”

“Bye, Richard,” 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 into 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 herself 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 an 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. You’re thinking about how it would look on you right now,” he said.

“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 are relying on me also being Dave, you are 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 are?”

“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 did not 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 out dinner reservation, we walked back to the car to drop off the clothing. Shortly after checking in at the hostess’ desk 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 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. I had no idea 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 did not 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 later. 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 be made my a human. It was not as intense as the first orgasm, but that was not 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 traces 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 me 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 to 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. 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 Richard 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/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.