Okay, Kyle thought. The outlook on getting back to normal seems to be pretty shit. My best friend not only barely cares about this, but he would actually like being a freak like me, if you can believe that.
Well, then, if I'm going to be like this forever, at least I can have some company.
Kyle finally moved away from the door, his demeanor changing as he sauntered towards Fred in his best attempt to be sexy. Not that he was attracted to Fred as he was, but Kyle couldn't wait to see the minx that he would soon become. "So," he purred telepathically, "you wouldn't mind being in my place, eh?"
This roused Fred from his deliberation, and he looked up from the floor to look at his friend. "Uh, hypothetically speaking, I guess- woah!" Kyle had grabbed him by the collar with his right hand, pulling Fred down to meet the briefs-covered pussy between Kyle's shoulders. It was then that Fred became painfully aware of his erection, unaware that he'd had it for a good few minutes already.
"You'd be perfectly fine trading your head for one of these," Kyle said as he parted the folds of his briefs with his left hand, revealing the hairy lips beneath, "and that frumpy male body for something softer and curvier."
"I- I guess..." Fred stammered. Kyle's pheromones were getting to him, he realized.
Kyle mentally smirked, his pussy beginning to glisten. "Well, boy, today is your lucky day, because I can help you with that. All you need to do is lick me a little, then just stick it in me and hump away."
Despite his increasing arousal, Fred wasn't overly eager to have sex with his best friend, who he still considered male despite his body, just because said friend was suddenly coming on to him with his sexy girl body. "Kyle, are you okay? I don't want to do something you'll regret later-"
Kyle interrupted Fred again by pulling him even closer to his revealed slit. "Don't misunderstand me; I'm not the one who could regret what's going to happen here, and it is going to happen, Fred." It was definitely unsettling how easily Kyle had fallen into the seductress role, but it was only to turn this caterpillar boy into a lovely dickgirl butterfly, and there was a chance that Kyle would be doing this much more in the future. "The only question is: will you be a good boy and comply, or will I need to fuck your crotch myself?"
Face to face with Kyle's pussy and terribly aroused by his actions and pheromones, Fred could no longer resist the prize in front of him. Tentatively at first, but with increasing vigor, Fred lapped at Kyle's cunt through the slit in his briefs. Kyle shuddered when Fred's tongue occasionally grazed his clitoris. Almost a shame he won't have that tongue much longer, Kyle mused, but he'll have new tools to work with by then.
After a couple of minutes, Kyle pushed Fred's head away. "That's enough, dear," he teased, noting how Fred's body was already a bit more feminine. "Now get out of those pants; it's time for the main event."
Fred fumbled with removing his jeans and boxer briefs while Kyle slowly removed his shirt and briefs, revealing his pert, uncovered breasts. Upon seeing his best friend with an erection - one that he would be taking in his "face" - Kyle was unpleasantly reminded that he was going to have sex with a man, but he put it out of his mind and resumed picturing Fred as the headless beauty that he soon would be. His resolve renewed, Kyle got on all fours, swaying his ass in the air as he crawled over to Fred. "Okay, little guy," he said as he cradled Fred's straining cock, "time for you to go where no man has gone before." Bending over, Kyle slipped Fred's penis into his moist cunt, holding onto Fred's waist afterwards to maintain the connection. Before Kyle could say more, he could feel Fred beginning to thrust into his shoulders. The sensation of being filled was pleasurable, though it mostly came from his clitoris, but the feeling was still alien in more ways than it ought to have been. Kyle couldn't even bear to look at his partner for much of the act, but the glimpses he did steal showed that Fred's transformation was definitely already underway, with his hips widening, his skin becoming softer and less hairy, and his chest peaking into small breasts with large areolae.
Soon, Fred was at his limit, spurting his seed into Kyle, and his composure crumpled as his energy left him and the transformation increased in speed. After narrowly avoiding crashing onto the floor, Kyle finally got a good look at what was happening to his friend. In moments, Fred's body blossomed into womanhood as his breasts grew to be palmable and his hips widened ever so subtly. Between those hips, however, was something different than what Kyle had experienced; while Fred's penis remained as it had been, if tired from its recent use, his ballsack began to recede into him, soon parting to form a vagina with the penis replacing the clitoris and urethra. Upon hearing a moan, Kyle looked to Fred's head, only to see that things were also different there. As had happened to Kyle, Fred's head receded into his body as though it was nothing, and soon a hairy vagina appeared in the space it had occupied; however, his clitoris and urethra soon grew into a flaccid penis that flopped over Fred's vaginal lips. While Kyle had merely become a shemale with one set of genitals at each end, Fred had become a hermaphrodite with two kinds at each end.
It took a moment for Fred to rouse back into consciousness. "Ugh, wow," he said in his new, androgynous telepathic voice. "Whoa, this is different. Do I-" Fred paused to feel his crotch. "I'm a futanari! Holy shit, this is awesome! What about on top?" His hand swiped where his head had been, feeling his dual genitalia there as well. "Holy shit, I'm a double futanari! This is going to be awesome! ...If I can find suitable clothing, anyway."
Kyle sighed. Fred was hot as hell now, yes, but he was still an excitable perv who now had little reason to restrain himself. "Okay, Fred, we're both hot dickgirls with no heads now. Can we figure out what we're doing, please? There's only so long before classes start."
"Well, on the one hand, we should probably get some new clothing, maybe something girly-" Fred stopped as he saw Kyle shudder in revulsion. "Okay, no girly clothes, but we might want things that fit better, and maybe a bra or two. On the other hand, I don't want to get in trouble at school, and even if you don't share the sentiment, I kinda want to thank Jen for this."
Thank her?! "You- You are something else sometimes, Fred. We barely even qualify as guys now thanks to her, remember."
Fred shrugged his shoulders. "If you want, we can think of ourselves as girls instead, but it's no difference to me. Let's just figure out what we're doing for the day."
Lacking a head, Kyle put his hands on his pussy in defeat, sighing once more. Maybe this had been a mistake after all.