"Have you enjoyed our time together, Chrissie?"
I truly hated the way she distorted my name, which I preferred as "Chris," since I was not a woman. Still I had managed to live with it and her for that six months, and I answered, as I suppose she expected,
"I certainly have, Les," my nickname for her which she hated. It was a not so subtle correction to her calling me by that girls' name.
"Think we've run the gamut of emotions and physical feelings, perhaps?"
"What the hell kind of question is that, Leslie?" I asked, amazed at the question and the seriousness of her expression. Heck, I didn't know she even knew such words as "gamut."
"Don't get uptight, Chris, it's just that I've come across a nicer, more interesting way for us to be together and make long, beautiful, love."
"Really?" I tried but did not succeed in keeping the scepticism out of ©, and if you've found anything else it's probably not safe, anyway."
"Oh, it's positively safe, just uncomfortable while you're being fitted."
"Fitted? What the hell does that mean?”
"Chris, you've been drinking part of the fix for two days... I put it in your coffee, the booze... doesn't matter what it's in, it still works."
"Shit! You've drugged me?"
"Don't worry. Hell, Chris, you won't, anyway. Do you feel worried?"
"No, why should I?" I had an odd feeling of increasing euphoria, all was right with the world, and I felt fine.
"Good. You won't miss anything, I assure you. Now, hold still while I put this on your head."
I sat there like a statue, although I could feel everything and see everything perfectly normally, I was for some reason immune to fear or hurt. I felt Leslie place something sharp right at the bas of my head and then there was a feeling of pressure and a sudden release of pressure as though... I don't know... like a balloon had popped silently, somehow.
“What... happened, Leslie?"
“Just the start of things, Chrissie." I did not even feel resentment at her use of that formerly detested nickname.
I did have a vague feeling that something was going on around my crotch area, but I was too relaxed to worry about it and I certainly did not want to discover anything down there by using my fingers or hands..
I suddenly realised, as though it were a revelation, that Leslie was standing straddled before me, totally naked with her bare mons looking very appetizing. My tongue licked my lips, and I saw Leslie smile.
"Just a few more moments, Chrissie dear, and then you'll feel as nice as I will while you lick and suck on my... privates, shall we say?"
We had... what had we called them, our sexually erogenous areas... some pet name, but it wouldn’t come to me. All I wanted to think about was the slippery labia and taste of Leslie. My hand slipped to my own crotch and found - nothing save a smooth expanse and a little hole that was leaking some sticky fluid.
"No, Christie, don't, not now," so I stopped feeling that nice smooth skin, now slightly slippery like those waiting lips. I wondered not a bit about what had happened, as I felt a slow warmth creep up from my toes toward my nicely bare crotch, while my chest felt swollen and tight. A glance and I could see that I was now carrying two rounded mounds of... hell, they were breasts, maybe "Cs!" I liked their feeling of weight and substance there on my chest.
My tongue was wetting my lips which now also felt swollen and I was leaning forward slightly from the chair in which I had sat since the beginning. The weight of my breasts was stretching my skin for the first time and it felt interestingly different.
I saw Leslie start as though she had been goosed, and then I realised, with no idea of how I knew, that she had been implanted as well as I. What were we now? I didn't care, really, but the thought of being a robot was somehow titillating and I felt something move in my lower belly.
"Chris-sie," said Leslie in a strange, dull tone, "now it is time to lick my breasts, suck my nipples and then, when we are told, you will change your position and lick somewhere else."
I moved forward onto my knees and Leslie somehow was supine on a chaise longue with her legs spread wide and I was crawling over her lower body to reach as far up as her nipples. My hands were above my head and I cushioned her breasts with them as by some strange undulation I moved slowly up to where my mouth and her nipples were on the same plane so that I could lick softly as she moaned and my brain recorded and excited me with all the feelings of a rigid penis between us, the frenum sliding across smooth, soft, dry skin, my glans once catching as my penis turned over and dragged up the other belly, making me shudder with the ecstasy of that smoothness against the other warmed smoothness. I felt as though I were perilously close to ejaculation, but I remained in that state for a while as I very tenderly sucked on those elongated nipples. God, they tasted wonderful I thought several times that some kind of fluid entered my mouth, and I know I had to swallow occasionally, but the feel of a non-existent yet pulsing penis under me, against a smooth belly, was almost torture. I kept licking and sucking, it was not yet time for a move, I knew. The female, if such she still was, was moaning and moving lasciviously under my manipulations and we writhed together for a time I never could define.
Finally, I slid again along that smooth expanse of tender skin until I was positioned with my mouth embraced by the twin lips of the entrance (or exit) where all begins. My tongue, with which I had been wetting my puffy lips while I was not sucking the nipples, was now exploring the succulent tenderness of the nether lips and I was feeling great excitement in what I also knew were non-existent testicles and penis. As I moved slightly to better position my tongue for access to the sweetness of her core, I felt great sexual tension and the beginning of a tremendous release, although some still part of my mind must have known that this was all induced, not actual. Why did I care? Leslie...if this were indeed she with me...would be ecstatic if she felt one portion of what I was feeling and from the motions of her belly against my forehead I knew that she was feeling more than a small portion of my arousal.
The release came, Leslie's and mine coordinated so that we squealed and tensed, relaxed and tensed again in the throes of the greatest sexual release I had ever experienced. Her juices flowed as ejaculate from the force of their impact on my throat. Leslie simply gasped shallowly beside me; mere words could not describe our feelings. We kissed and grinned.