At the door was Horst, Rylene was startled. Horst had been her best friend, when she was Ryan, but he had
always been a bit of a dirty slob. The Horst in this new reality was a total clean cut preppy. He stood
there in a black long sleeve button down shirt open that was buttoned to the top button, and crisp khaki
trousers and amazingly polished dress shoes. Even at the Formal dance last year, Horst had worn sneakers with
his tux. He had a fresh haircut, and his hair was carefully sculpted with gel. The oddest thing was his
smell. Traditionally, Horst would start his Saturday workout at 5 AM, and go hard at it until 10 AM. He had a
tradition of showering only when he had to- which meant on a Saturday morning by this time, he would be pretty
ripe. It was 10:30 AM, and Horst had the fresh smell of soap on him. His pores were clean. He looked a bit
anxious, but was smiling.
"Horst? Uh, what gives?" Rylene asked slouching against the door frame as if she were still Ryan.
"Rylene, you look nice, and smell nice too," gushed Horst.
Rylene stood up straight, bowed her head and blushed. Why was she doing that? She nervously licked her lips
and invited Horst in. He thought she smelled nice. Did she? How had Vinnie imagined Ryan as a female? Rylene
hadn't really had a chance to check herself out.
"You want something from the kitchen?" Rylene asked. In Ryan's home, Horst would have gone straight to the
fridge and searched for something to eat, but here he walked over to the table, and sat down.
"So what are you going to cook me today? Another Chicken Cordon Bleu or maybe one of your famous quiches?"
"My famous qui- uh, I'm not sure what we have - let me check the fridge," Rylene said.
She was nervous, she didn't want to let on she didn't know how to cook. Hm, maybe she did? Maybe Vinnie had
wished she was an expert cook. He/she wasn't sure. Sure Ryan had barbecued and cooked outdoors over a
campfire, but that was meat or prepared pancake mixes, not quiches or chicken stuffed with meat and cheese and
whatever. The refrigerator was well stocked, and Rylene seemed to instinctively know what she needed. Eggs,
milk, cheese, asparagus, ham, tomato, and so on and so forth. Rylene was amazed at her cooking expertise.
Horst sat eagerly watching her performance as she stood at the peninsula counter facing him as she whisked the
eggs. She smiled at his admiring smile, until she followed his eyes. They were not staring at her face or at
her hands whisking the eggs in the bowl. They were fixed on her breasts which were gyrating as she whisked.
She stopped suddenly, and was about to chastise Horst. But she didn't. She caught herself staring through
the clear glass topped kitchen table at Horst's tented crotch. His cock hadn't always been that big had it?
Guys didn't generally notice - or at least admit to noticing other guys' genitals. She swallowed hard. It
looked bigger than Ryan's own had been. But she was sure she had been bigger than Horst. She blinked, and
turned her attention back to the quiche. She couldn't help but think back to Friday when she saw Horst naked
last. She wondered if there were other improvements under his clothes besides new hygiene, new haircut and a
bigger boner.
"There," she said putting the quiche into the preheated oven, "We'll have quiche in no time."
"I have an idea on how we can spend the time it's cooking," Horst said softly. She felt his hot breath on her
neck. He had apparently quietly got up from the kitchen table and come up behind her. She felt his lips press
against her neck as he kissed her. She had the oddest tingling sensation. She spun around and her lips locked
with his. They embraced hard. She felt her hands exploring his muscled body as he explored hers. She had
never touched a guy this way before.