“You walk back into the living room with Maddie to find Phoebe, Amanda, and Sam sitting around. “Well, how’d it go?” Sam asks.
“It went-fine,” you say. The thought of soon to be parenthood makes you nervous, but at least it gives some sense of normalcy to everything else that’s happened to you these past two days.
“Good,” Amanda smiles at you. “Sam, Phoebe, and I have called off tomorrow; that will give us plenty of time to watch movies all into the night.”
“Sam’s ordering the pizza and beer,” Phoebe says. “Amanda’s picking and downloading the movies. Maddie’s the mother to be, so she doesn’t do anything tonight.”
“But what about-?”
“You get to model those outfits we bought today.” Phoebe gives that mischievous girly-girl smile that, with her twin tails, make her look deceptively childlike. “And I get to pick them out for you.”
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You and Phoebe walk back to your room where you get out of the dress and shoes. “We need to spray and talc you again,” the goth says. Just to make sure you don’t get the other girls horny. And stay by me most of the time.”
“How-how long am I going to have to do this,” you ask as you hold up your arms.
“Probably tomorrow morning, and not long after that.” Phoebe sprays your armpits and chest.
“You decide to change the subject. “What’s it like?” She looks blankly at you. “What’s it like being asexual?” You have no problem believing she is. Phoebe has seen you naked multiple times, dressed and undressed you, and patted your torso and bosom-and not once have you seen any hint of desire or lust in her eyes like you’ve seen in other women this day.
“Seriously?” She sets down the deodorant can down and picks up the talcum powder. After a moment of silence, she goes on, “You remember what locker room talk in jr. high and high school is like?” You nod and grin a little at the memory of the stories you told-even though most of them were made-up, at least until your jr. Year.
Phoebe continues, “I just never really felt the drive the way most people do. But I’d make up stories because I wanted to fit in and didn’t want people to think I was gay-which I wasn’t guys held no attraction for me. I thought girls were pretty, I liked looking at them, but I just didn’t feel that way. But for the sake of my rep, I’d hit on girls-in the most obnoxious way possible, that usually turned them away. The rare cases I did manage to score-well, it just wasn’t the great experience everyone said it is, at least not for me. But I kept it up, because that’s the stupid way manhood is measured.”
“But-you said that you’ve had sex a couple of times since the Change?”
Phoebe nods as she pats talcum powder on your chest. “First time I was curious-almost Maddie was with you, except it was another girl. It wasn’t unpleasant but still, I didn’t get what most people do. Othertime, it was at a party where I got real wasted and woke up with a hangover and this other woman in bed naked with me. I have no memory of what happened. I guess it just means I may have a drive when I’m drunk out of my skull, but I can’t remember.
“I dress like this, because I like it. I like looking sexy, and I like it when girls, or the occasional man passing through New Lesbos looks me over. I even sometimes go out of town and guys hit on me. It really creeps me out, but it’s also flattering. But I’m just not really into sex the way most people are, and I don’t dress or act sexy because I’m trying to attract someone. I do it for myself.”
She finishes patting your armpits and walks over to your closet. “Another thing I like doing is picking out the right look for new girls,” she says with a smile. Phoebe holds up a sleeveless black turtleneck minidress. “Ah, here is the perfect number four you to start modeling.”
After putting on the dress, changing to a different pair of earrings, adding a gold chain belt, and a pair of open-toed high heels that real show off your pedicured toenails, you and Phoebe walk back to the living room. You are amazed at how easy it is to walk in these shoes and feel a slight thrill at the way your butt wiggles.
Your other housemates whistle and hoot in approval at you. “Oh yeah, mama!” laughs Amanda as you sashay around the room, her voice a bad imitation of a male chauvinist pig. “Shake that booty!”
Sam slaps your butt as you walk past where she is sitting. “You go girl!” she chortles. “Work those hips!”
This morning you would have felt really creeped out by how they are acting, now you feel proud. It does not even bother you at all that you are in a dress, wearing women’s makeup and high heels. It feels like you what you should be wearing.
The doorbell rings. Amanda looks out the window. “Oh, pizza and beer are here.” She and Sam go up to the main door hallway and come back with three pizza boxes and several six-packs of beer. Amanda then reaches into her purse and tack out a wad of bills.
She hands them to you. “Why don’t you pay the delivery girl Bree?” As you take the bills, Amanda whispers into your ear, “And French-kiss her too.”
Nervously, you walk to the door. To your relief, the delivery girl looks about college age, slim, nice build, brown hair in a pixie-cut.
You give her the money. “Keep the change,” say, then add, “and here’s the rest of your tip.”
You plant your lips firmly on hers. There is something strangely erotic about kissing someone when you are both wearing lipstick, and you love the way hers tastes. You thrust your tongue into her mouth and gently caress hers for nearly a minute.
You pull back and stare at each other, a look of dazed confusion on both your faces. Blushing, the girl pockets the money and walks back to her car.
You walk back to the living room. “Well?” Maddie says. “How’d it feel?”
“It felt-amazing,” you say. “Not like anytime I kissed a girl before.”
“Okay.” Amanda opens the first pizza box, and you see it’s your favorite, ham and portabella mushroom with extra cheese. “Next up, the first movie is Steel Magnolias, so grab a slice and a brewsky. During the interludes, we’ll be showing Bree how to do her hair and her makeup, so she’ll be ready Monday when she starts her job.”
All five of you grab a slice of pizza and a can of beer. Sam, Maddie, and Amanda sit on one of the two couches while you and Phoebe occupy the other.
“I’m awfully glad Amanda picked the movies and not Sam,” Phoebe mutters to you.
“Why?” you ask.
“About a year ago, there were two families that moved into the houses two either side. The husbands and sons had gone through the change, and we hosted a neighborhood party to welcome them to womanhood. Sam, however, is a major porn addict and the movies she picked to show, while the new girls were still giving off pheromones-,” Phoebe rolls her eyes. “It resulted in the biggest all-girl orgy in recorded history.”