Heaven's what had I just done? I had just changed my boyfriend into a black girl. That penis which had pleased me only minutes ago was gone - replaced by a big butt and breasts. What was he thinking? I suppose like most people he was curious about what it was like to be on the other side - but to actually go through with it?
"Whatcha done to me girl? I got titties" Her voice was so .... feminine.
"Jeg gjorde bare det du spurte" Oh god! I forgot yet again. I would think in what I thought was English but Norwegian came out of my throat. I had to think carefully and speak slowly so he, sorry 'She' would understand me. This was so frustrating. I tried again "I .. only .. did .. you .. ask"
"Yo! Stap speaking gahbberahsh a' fetch mah rags"
I think I understood what she said but wasn't 100% sure. "I .. don't .. think .. your .. clothes .. will .. fit .. Andrew"
"Does I loaahahght lahke Andrew? I'm Daisy. Fetch dat dress we bought"
She was naked. I knew how it felt being naked in that body. What happened to his clothes? Why did they disappear? When I had changed to this gorgeous Scandinavian body my clothes had remained on me. But both times we had changed to Daisy our clothes had gone missing. Weird. But then this whole day was weird. Here was I looking and feeling a totally different person. I felt so comfortable in this body It just felt 'Right'. How the hell had he made this machine? Andrew was genius no doubt about it.
"Yo! jet up whahte gahrl. Fetch muh underwear"
That moved me from the trance I was in. I hurried off and retrieved the bra and panties and the dress we had bought that afternoon. I returned them to Andrew. She snatched them from my hands and quickly slipped the panties up over her butt, the began to put the bra on to cover her breasts. It quickly became apparent that she had no idea as to how to put a bra on.
"Help me garhl" she pleaded.
I did then helped her into the dress. I was pleased when she was finally covered up. Mind you the dress only accentuated her large hips and impressive cleavage. "Du .. sexy .. Woman .. Andrew"
"I's Daisy. Don't give me no boy name" She pushed past me to the bathroom. I followed. She looked at herself in the mirror.
I sort of understood. I was happier now being called Annika. I didn't like it when he had called me Tracey earlier. I liked being Annika. "Så hvordan liker du å være kvinne?" She looked at me blankly. Shit! I had done it again. I tried again in English "How .. you .. like .. girl"
She looked at me with a puzzled look "Yo! Why would ya thahnk I lahke gahrls? I lahke men. 'S coo', bro. ebony men a' bahg dahcks"
I didn't understand her. Her English and my current English were on opposite sides of the compass. I just shrugged.
"Girl I's need you to help fix meh face. We is goahng clubbahng"
Andrew was certainly taking to being female with relish. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. I liked him as himself. I wasn't sure how I felt about this black girl. However I decided the damage was done. I may as well indulge her. Perhaps an evening as a woman would help him to understand me better. I gathered she was asking me to help her with make-up. I fetched my handbag in which I had a small collection. No doubt some of the lipstick and eye-shadow could work. I didn't think the rest of my makeup would go with her current complexion.