[Draft] Rias TG (Comm) (Patreon)

Peter watched his students finish their test, keeping his eyes out for any sign of possible cheating. He had done his best to make sure that his students knew what they were doing.  Now on the final exam he would know for sure which ones were paying attention, taking notes, and doing what they should have done.

The class had been good to him. He didn’t have any repeat troublesome students that made him want to pull out his hair. Sometimes he had to bring them back to the lesson that they were doing when they got a little too energetic. Some of the students had taken the time to get to know him and he had gotten to know them. Despite that, he wouldn’t fudge any scores for them. His students would get the scores that they deserved for their work.

He felt a little glad that he wasn’t seeing anything that indicated cheating. He trusted them but wasn’t going to deny the possibility that someone could have gotten desperate. Some of his students were at that point where this could make or break it for them.

As much as he wanted to make sure that none of his students were cheating, he had other stuff to look over from the head of the departments. He looked over the documents and stuff that the head of the departments had made along with the schedule for next semester. He would find out if they remained that way when it got closer.

Peter continued to look over the documents, while keeping an eye on his students. He kept looking at the time, making sure that they wouldn’t exceed their time limit. After a half hour, students started to pack up. One by one his students started to turn in their tests. He took them and separated the tests from their answers.

The first to give, were either those that dedicated much of their time to material and his best students, or those that just wanted it to be over already. He hoped that they did take the time to look over their answers and make sure that they did put in the right ones, like so many teachers, including himself suggested. He understood that it might seem tedious, but it did make the difference in the final result in his experience.

As Peter’s students left, as they did their teacher watched his students leave. He felt his heart grow heavier and a fire that made him feel angry and envious of them. He had heard a few of them talking about what they were going to do over the holidays while others made some last-minute preparations.

Soon, half the class had left. This was the time would show what these people were like in his experience. He could see some of his students looking like they were on the breach of breaking out into a panic attack, while others looked like they were relaxed.

He heard a chair skootch back, and saw the student swing his bag over his shoulder. Ian if he recalled correctly. He was tall, thin with only a trace of real muscle. His sandy blonde hair had been cut short, just above the brows of his eyes. His fair skin made his hair seem brighter.

“Here you go sir,” Ian said quietly, making sure not to disturb the rest of his classmates.

“Thank you have hope you have a merry Christmas,” Peter said. Ian was one of the students who had trouble with the material at the beginning. After the first test he recommended him going to tutoring to have some more time to get the material and did as such.

Some of his students thought they could make up for it, and despite him telling them that they should go to tutoring they never took it. A shame, since it could have helped them, and they would have gotten some extra credit for it. Oh well, he couldn’t control everything that his students did, he could only give the tools and help that they needed to succeed.

The rest of the class passed by in a blur as his students continued to give them their exams. When the last paper had been turned in, he grabbed the exams, being mindful to keep them separated and took them to have the scantrons examined. The sooner that he got this done, the better. Not that it really mattered. He didn’t have to rush somewhere.

When he arrived at the office, he saw a few professors doing whatever paperwork that they had and scoring tests. He patiently waited for his turn to use one of the scanner, and when it was, he loaded the answer key into the machine and waited as it started to scan his tests. He looked on his phone to pass the time and when it was finished, he switched out the answer key and did the rest of the tests. He looked through his emails and some stories that he saved online.

When it was finished, he went back to his office to get the scores inputted into the system. As Peter plugged in their results into the database, he divided the tests into piles to see what the results. He was glad to see that a good number of his students had passed the test. There were only a few D’s, and a single F. When he was done, he sent them off to the head of the department.

Peter allowed himself to slouch in his seat, now that the task was finished. He was officially done until the next semester began. For a moment, he wondered if there was anything else that he needed to do, before he left his office. He didn’t want to receive an email from his boss giving him a lashing because he forgot to do something. He tripled checked to make sure that he didn’t and was pleased to see that he hadn’t forgotten anything.

He leaned back into his seat. He wasn’t, he turned off the lights and locked his office.  A part of him felt disappointed about how fast the semester went. He had a good time, and a part of him wished that it had lasted a little longer. He left the school grounds and jumped into his car and made his way back to his apartment. On the way back home, traffic was terrible. No doubt filled with people that wanted to get back home. He didn’t feel angry as he made his way back to his home, just empty, alone, and other feelings that mixed together that made him want to go out and find and take his frustration out on something while getting a drink that will burn his insides.

The moment he arrived at his apartment a heavy oppressive feeling settled on his shoulders and his hear. He entered his home he sighed. He dropped his stuff by the door and lounged on the couch.

He wanted to be back at his parents’ home now, and if things had gone right, he would have been driving to the airport already. There had been a recent appearance of rough snowstorms that closed the airports until further notice. He thought about driving home, but after some estimates he found that there was no way he would be able to make it home on time. He wouldn’t be able to go home and spend his time with his family. This would be his first time that he would spend Christmas without anyone.

A part of him, that had seen and read about it to much wanted to go and grab some beer and chug it down. Knowing him it would probably be enough to get him drunk after one or two bottles. He was never a big drinker and he didn’t want to deal with a hangover when he inevitably passed out.

He felt as if he was isolated for everyone. He could call his friends and family up, but the moment it ended he would be right back where he started. Alone in his empty apartment with no Christmas dinner. The tv and the streaming services that he had would be loaded with Christmas specials that would immediately deter him from watching anything.

The thought had crossed his mind of him asking his coworkers, but the moment he was in front of them, he didn’t want to ask any of them if he could spend Christmas with them. He felt like he would be intruding on their time with their families. It didn’t matter how close they actually were, he would feel like an invader destroying something special that they were making.

He stood up and went over to the window. He leaned against it and could feel the cold air thought the glass. He stared out the window. He wondered what the people out there were doing and how they were celebrating. He wondered what his family doing. They were probably sitting around the tv watching Christmas specials or listening to Christmas themed music.

He wished that he was anywhere but here in his drab apartment all by his lonesome. He wanted more than anything to be back home with his family. Eating, talking about what’s going on, making jokes at each other.

He looked up into the sky, wondering if he would see something, or be hit by a sudden epiphany that would make things better. He saw a shooting star and sighed. Still depressed, but a nostalgic part, a desperate part called out to him and told him to make a wish.

“Well if there was ever any time for a Christmas miracle. I wish I wasn’t alone,” Peter said quietly.  He stood waiting, wondering if someone would actually happen. After a few minutes he sighed. “Should have known.

Suddenly he felt odd, as if he had just been on the receiving end of some static shock. It started with his fingers, but it spread throughout the rest of his body. He looked at his hands, the hair on his knuckles was gone. His nails which he had clipped yesterday were longer and had an elegance to them that they certainly didn’t have power. His digits started to thin down, leaving them with smaller, proportions that suited his fingernails. What calluses that he did have on the palm of his hands and his fingers started to face, until the skin was just as smooth as the parts that didn’t have them.

Peter stared at his transformed hands in a horror. Inside his mind he was screaming, demanding answers. It tried to think of a logical answer for why he was suddenly changing, but it provided no answer that should made sense. It kept saying more outlandish things, like magic, aliens, and that his wish had been granted.

The panic yelling inside his mind continued to grow as his arms felt off. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and saw that the hair on them was starting to disappear, as if it was getting erased. His arms started to feel like someone was squeezing down on it. He gulped as the next point of development hit, and just like his hands, his arms started to change as well. They grew smaller and become more feminine. They started to harden slightly with hints of muscle. Nothing that would say that she worked out routinely, but as someone who had maintained a healthy diet and lifestyle to keep fit. He could feel it continue up his biceps and soon the feeling hit his shoulders.

The feeling of wrongness somehow grew larger, as whatever power this was continued its work. He moaned and groaned as they started to slide closer together. It felt like someone was roughly pushing into his shoulders with their elbows. He could feel the top of his back adjusting to his compressing shoulders.

He rushed over to his bathroom and threw open the door to see what was going on. Ignoring the pain and warmth that he felt. He stopped in front of the mirror and froze when he saw that he now had rounded shoulders that added more femininity to his changing body.

Peter’s tongue felt like it had been ripped out, as he momentarily forgot the concept of speech. The changing man watched as his hair started to brighten as small crimson streaks formed in his hair. The small streaks continued to grow, as if they were infecting his hair, like a virus. It continued to grow through his hair at a rate that made him want to find something sharp and start cutting his hair. He froze when he saw that most of his hair had converted before finally settling into a bright crimson hair that was the same shade of blood.

He wasn’t sure what he should do. He had a razor for his face, but not a pair of scissors that he could use. He had some knives, but with the rate his hair was growing he doubted that it would have made a difference.

As if reacting to his thought, the bangs of his hair started to grow longer. It quickly grew past his ears and the rest of his mane with it. His hair flowed down his body as if some invisible stream of until he had long hair that went down to his thighs.

He grabbed a handful of the soft strands of hair. He always had short hair. The longest that he ever grew it out was to the point that it covered his ears. It felt weird having such long hair. He jumped at feeling it tickle against his clothes. It reminded him of spiders or insects that were crawling up his body and his first instinct was to smack it. A strand of hair stood up on top of his head, like an antenna. He marveled at the standing strand. It looked just like something that belonged on an anime girl.

He gagged as his face started to feel like someone was roughly pulling on his cheeks. His cheeks felt like they were being pulled farther out. He felt like someone had grabbed his cheek bones and forced them to higher. The pulling sensation suddenly settled on his chin. He moaned and groaned as whatever force this was continued to change him as if he was clay to be molded.

Peter gasped it felt like socked him in the stomach. He automatically placed his hands over his hands as if to protect him from some invisible assailant. The young man immediately blinked when he noticed that it felt harder and less jiggle. He had a visible gut over the years after he got out of high school and couldn’t seem to lose the weight no matter what he tried. He moved his hands and didn’t see any trace of a bulging stomach. His shirt hanged over his shoulder and looked larger than it was. He tore the shirt that he wore apart and saw that his stomach was tightening, flattening until it was as smooth as a washboard.

His breathing started to quicken. He couldn’t have just lost some extra weight without virtually any notice. It wasn’t possible. The way that his face looked, natural flatness of his stomach.

The feminizing man moaned as he suddenly felt like someone had wrapped a corset around his body and tightly pulled the straps. He felt like his organs and his lungs were being constricted. His hands went to his side and tried to pry off what it was doing to his body as if it was an invisible piece of clothing but didn’t feel anything suggesting it so.

He squealed as his sides started to cave into the force and worried that it would lead to his organs getting crushed. It slowly, almost gently started curving inward. It continued to do so until he was left with a slim waist that accentuated his slim stomach and showed a small but noticeable hourglass.

He ran his hands down the sides of his body, no longer trying to fight the power, but marveling at his waspish waist. Evan back during his high school years when he was healthiest, he ever been and felt like he could eat a horse, he didn’t have a waist quite like this. There was something undeniably feminine about it, that only added to his growing feminine appearance.

He didn’t want to admit it, he truly didn’t but it kept appearing in his mind like neon sign set at the highest setting possible. He was turning into a woman through inexplicable means. Suddenly the events of what happened prior or to them came forth. The wish, that had to have been the case. It was the only thing that he could think of.

He suddenly felt like he ran into two tables with the way that hips felt like they were ringing. He rubbed his hips and groaned as he tried to alleviate the feeling. The closest thing that he could compare it to was when he hit his funny bone and the pins and needles sensation that made it the only thing that he could focus on.

His hips suddenly rolled out, making him loose his balance. He found it harder to keep his balance with the ways that his hips were moving. He ran to the counter, stumbling as if he had run over a stone step. He grabbed on it, his knuckles turning red as he found it harder to remain standing, and it was only through sheer force of will and desperation that he was able to do so. He looked down and mewled like a sick cat as his hips now looked like they belonged a young girl as they continued to grow. He wanted to look away, but it was as if his eyes were locked on them. By the time that his hips finished they looked like they belonged on a supermodel.

When the transformation of his now wide enticing hips stopped, he hesitantly let go. His body shook, but it wasn’t from the physical aspects of the transformation, but rather the fear and worry that spewed from it.  He couldn’t stop twitching and shaking if his life depended on it.

He tried to think of something that he could do. The hospital? The neighbors? Making another wish. He had no idea what he should do. He wanted some form of guidance. His mind quickly went into debate over all the plans that he had the pros and cons of all of them.

Before he could enact any sort of plan that was forming the panic in his mind, a sharp pain formed between his legs, as if someone had kicked him with a steel-toe boot. His junk below ached in pain and he cupped them. He squealed as he could feel them starting to rise higher. He opened the front of his pants and his eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.

His male equipment was shrinking right in front of his eyes. He could feel his hanging balls tightening up, almost as if something was being wrapped around them.

The transforming teacher wasn’t sure what he should do. The thought of squeezing and trying to hold onto them was appealing at first, but quickly realized what that actually entailed and the self-inflicted pain that he would feel.

A part of him knew on some level, unless he found some crazy way to change back that this would be the last time that he would feel his boys down below. He felt his eyes well up slightly as tears that wanted to come out didn’t.

He moaned loudly as he felt something form down the blow. The moment it finished forming he felt his one of his balls shoot up. It made him spasm as if an ice cube had gone down his shirt. He groaned as he decided to hell with it and grabbed his remaining ball in a feeble attempt to keep it. The moment that the last of her male being was gone and replaced with a new female one, her legs gave out.

She fell onto the floor; her body numb from any pain. She turned on her back, staring at the roof. She laid there, too tired to stand, breathing heavily. Her mind and body were still reeling from the change to her body. She was a woman now.

The redhead squeaked as her butt felt like it had just been smacked. She instinctively clenched her cheeks as a numbing sensation went through her, as if a bottle of cold ice water was poured down it. A warm feeling blossomed below as she started to feel a bit more cushion there then she did just a few seconds before. She could feel herself starting to rise higher as more padding was added to her swelling behind. When it finally stopped growing she like she was resting on a large pillow rather then her buttocks.

Her enhanced gluteus maximus made her feel more comfortable more comfortable laying then she should have been. She turned herself over and shakily stood up, her longer hair, feeling like a chain that pulling her down. Her plush thighs felt like jelly to her. She looked over at her behind and saw that her butt was huge and looked like someone had taken a pair of small pillows and shoved them down the back of her pants. She shook her hips and watched as her behind swayed back and forth, and with its girth would be attracting eyes left and right.

The redhead pried her eyes off her hypnotizing rear and looked down the front of her body. She wanted to think that the transformation was done, but with how wide her hips were, and how large her butt was, she felt that there was one thing left to come in before the transformation was complete. It just didn’t feel like it was over. She was proven correct when her chest started to feel like it was on fire.

She flinched when her nipples started to grow larger and more sensitive. The fabric of her top started to feel rougher to her exposed nipples. They stopped when they tented the top of her shirt and looked pencils were trying to break through.

The moment her nipples finished changing, her chest started to expand. She could feel small lumps that were like two pancakes stacked on top of each other. The budding breasts continued to swell larger. When they started to feel like small baseballs that were hanging off her body, the growing weight that they had was becoming more noticeable as they continued to grow. They quickly grew past the former cup size, as if the were trying to break a world record. She gulped when they were starting to block the sight of her feet. She didn’t know how big they would get and the thought of how big they could get terrified her to her core. Her pushed her hands down on them and felt pleasure course through her being like a wildfire. The tit flesh completely enveloped her hands and continued to swell far past what her hands could contain, pushing them farther out. They finally stopped growing when they were a massive F-cup, her new knockers so large that it looked like they could have rivaled volleyballs. Boobs weren’t the deciding factor for her if she liked a woman, but she certainly did find them appealing.

Peter almost toppled over from the sudden massive weights on her chest that were pulling her down. She rolled her shoulders back and forced herself to arch it a bit more so that the weight on her chest wouldn’t be as heavy. She looked down, wondering if she would be able to see her feet, and much to her disappointment her new twin peaks were massive, and completely blocked the view of her feet. It was as if her knockers were demanding her attention and wanted to be in her vision every second.

She squealed as her loose clothes suddenly started to tighten across her body. Her pants legs rolled up her body as if they were shrinking in the wash. He stared down at them as they quickly crawled up her legs like, and when they finished wat little remained of her pants rested at the top of her thighs, just below the curve of her bum.

Her pants and the bottom of her shirt merged together. The frantic new woman pulled at it, trying to separate the cloth, but it remained as it was.

She mewled as the sleeves of her sleeves started to retract. She gulped as she watched the cuffs of her shirt start going down her biceps. She reached up and grabbed them to stop it, but the shrinking cloth slipped through her fingers like water. They finished shrinking when all that remained of her sleeves were small straps that rested over her shoulders. The back of her shirt started to fade, exposing the small of her back and the cloth around her armpits and sides started to disappear as well.

When her clothes had finished changing, small spots of bright orange appeared, almost as if neon paint had landed on them. The small spots grew larger, almost as if more paint was being put on her. It continued to grow out expand as if someone was taking a paintbrush and using her clothes as a canvas.

Her shoes tightened as his black sneakers started to brighten as it started to harden. She stumbled as the back of her feet started to rise. The former boy lifted her foot, struggling to remain balanced on the heel. When she saw the heel growing, she quickly put her foot back down. She never walked in heels before and was willing to bet that if she didn’t have both feet on the ground then she would topple over. When they finished changing, they turned into the same shade of orange as the dress.

The newly transformed girl gulped as she looked down at her dress. She felt like she was wearing latex. The dress did absolutely nothing to hide the curves of her body. It pushed her breasts together and somehow made them look larger then they already were. It did the same with her ass cheeks and made her feel like someone was holding her butt.

That wasn’t speaking of how short it was. She always admired short little dresses, thinking that they were sexy, but now that she was the one wearing it, she felt like she wasn’t wearing enough.

When her clothes had finally finished, she was left in a tight orange dress that tightly hugged her curves and made her feel like that she was wearing spandex. The poor girl had no idea what to make of this. Her mind was still reeling about the transformation.

She blinked and suddenly she found herself in another room. She was on a bed. She looked around, there as a tv and game stations set up. Figures of characters from anime, along with shelves lined with games and movies. It looked like her room when she lived with her parents.

Her heart beat faster, and she jumped when she heard a door open and her eyes widened when she saw Ian step through the door. The girl could only stare at him shock. She had to admit that she didn’t think that she would see him again. Most of the time students ceased contact with their instructors after they were finished. Sometimes she would run into her teachers and they would recognize her, but some had forgotten her. She had forgotten her own teachers as time passed. She could put the faces but had trouble when it came to their names.

The young man seemed surprised for a moment, before a headache came over him. He groaned and rubbed his head as he slouched forward.

Peter wasn’t sure what she should do. He seemed understandably shocked about the whole thing, but that did little to ease her mind. She was still worried about the whole process and what the full ramifications were, like if she still had her apartment.

When Ian recovered, he said with a weak smile. “Oh Rias, didn’t think that you would sneak in here.”

As if hearing that name. It set of a wave of memories that she could vaguely remember. Pictures of places and people entered her mind, at such a speed that she was surprised that all she got was a headache.

The ones that stood out the most were of him. A single line that might as well have been a signal fire to her. A memory of the two of them out at dinner, meeting up to have a celebration for their one-year anniversary.

“Hey,” Rias greeted weakly. She noticed that his eyes kept drifting down, almost as if he couldn’t help but look at something. She covered her breasts, but he didn’t seem to react when she covered them up. After a moment she saw how her legs were position and quickly realized that with the way that she sat on the bed it would give him a perfect view of her panties. She felt like smacking herself. It was no wonder why his eyes kept going down there. She would have to keep that in mind for the future. She crossed her legs.

Ian let out a breath of relief now that distraction was gone. He looked like he wasn’t sure what he should say for a moment. He sighed after a moment and said. “I’m going to need to step out for a minute, sorry.”

Rias let out a sigh. If she was being honest with herself than he was making her a little uncomfortable, even though she knew that he was a nice guy. She needed a moment to get her bearing, process what was going, and try to figure out what was gone.

The newly transformed redhead pulled out her phone and froze when she saw a picture of her new self and Ian as the lock screen. The way that her arms were position over his shoulders and how her breasts were pressed into the back of his head further enforced the idea of a romantic relationship between the two of them. She breathed through her noise and after a moment felt like she could look handle whatever she saw on her phone.

She unlocked her phone and froze. When she went through her texting history and froze when she saw the first message. The first thing she saw was a picture of herself in a white one-piece swimsuit that tightly hugged her figure. She was mushing her breasts together with arms and leaning over to give him a wonderful look at her breasts.

She paled as a dark blush came over her face when she saw another picture, this one far naughtier then she had expected. The picture had her dressed up in a naughty teacher’s outfit. That alone would have been a fantasy come true if it wasn’t the new her, but what made it worse was how…she couldn’t find the right word for it. It was revealing, lewd, and so many more. She wasn’t wearing any sort of a bra, perfectly exposing her nipples. For a moment she wasn’t sure if she was wearing any panties until she saw fabric that was hidden.

Rias placed her phone down and tried to calm down. She didn’t want to see what else was on her phone anymore. Her mind told her that there were probably nudes on her phone, and somehow her face ended up getting brighter, so much so that it made her face looking dull in comparison.

The buxom redhead didn’t want to pick up her phone. It felt like a bomb waiting to go of to her. She hesitantly picked it up and exited out of those texts but forced herself to no matter how much she didn’t want to look. She was afraid of what else she might see. What words might be spoken if her last text was a picture of her giving the receiver a sexy smolder.

She forced herself to continue looking and see what else there was, outside of Ian and her’s texting history. She was pretty sure that she had a good idea of what their relationship was like if she was willing to do that.

Still there was so much that she had to learn, and so little time. She had vague memories of stuff in her head, but she couldn’t just run off on feelings. She needed information about how she should act around people and what she should say. She had to play along and pretend that everything was okay. She didn’t have any real idea of what her new relationships and such was like, but she had to try if she was going to avoid getting any crazy look or something from people that know her.

Unknown to her, Ian was doing the same. He blushed at the many, many, MANY lewd pictures of the girl. She was in a variety of outfits like bunny suits, swimsuits, and so much more. He wasn’t sure what to do. A message appeared on his phone.

He saw that it was from one of his friends inviting him to a party for surviving finals week. It would just be them and ended with them saying that if he wanted to bring Rias than it was alright. The young man felt like smacking himself. He usually hanged out with his friends over the weekend, and they had talked about meeting up as celebration for the fact that they all survived if they weren’t busy. It slipped his mind with how stressed he had been amount making sure that he got a passing grade.

Well it couldn’t hurt to see if she really wanted to go out and see if anyone else remembered any weirdness and how she wasn’t with us originally. He put his phone and stepped back into his room and was glad to see that he didn’t have to worry about his eyes wandering to see her panties.

He cleared his throat, making the buxom girl jump. She turned to him and smiled. She looked beautiful, almost like a dream made real. He said. “So, there is a party tonight and I was wondering if you would like to go.”

“Sure,” Rias said. She wasn’t big on parties normally, but with those photos and the messages she could only assume that the new her was for more outgoing than she was.

They finished getting ready and stepped outside.  When they exited his home, they saw a car that both were sure wasn’t there before. Neither of them let their surprise show, Rias recognized the car as her own.

Over the way their Rias looked at her phone, deciding to brace the pictures that she might find in there and look at that as a necessity. She looked in a group chat and saw that the photos there were far less risqué, much to her relief. She was willing to bet were taken by other people, since she didn’t see anything that indicated that it was her or Ian holding them. It made her wonder who they were, and what connection did they have with her. The wording that they sent told her that her new personality was quite…affectionate and eager.

It made her pause and think what she needed to do now if she was going to play the part of an eager young woman. She was going to have to kiss him, something that made her feel weird. Maybe actually put up with some groping, something that she would probably have to start. The redhead calmed down and continued to look through her messages. She had a lot of reading that she needed to do if she was going to figure out how she was going mold her persona for acting.

Unknown to the girl, Ian was sneaking looks at her. Despite reading the text messages and all the information that he had gleaned painted a very intimate picture that openly showed the affection between them. He wasn’t sure what would be too much, and he shouldn’t do. He would let her take the lead and go from there.

When the arrived at the party Rias felt like her heart was trying to break out of the bone cage in her chest. Each step made her feel like she was walking to some special event that would determine her fate. Unlike what she expected he grabbed the door and opened it, almost as if he was stepping into his own home instead of entering a party. They stepped inside and people greeted the two of them warmly, just like old friends.

Ian returned the affection with light barbs that got laughs from the group. It seemed like he was in his element and at home with them. Far more relaxed and animated than he had been when it was the two of them.

Rias felt strange as she greeted them, names coming to her mind as she looked at them. She didn’t know them, before the change. It felt strange to suddenly have a feeling of familiarity with them, even though there was nothing supporting it.

She looked around and saw a few people, but not the swarms of people that she expected. It was smaller than she expected, quieter, but she wasn’t going to complain. It felt easier for her to talk and interact with the people since there wasn’t as many people. She had expected to see dozens of people, or more, but they weren’t even breaking ten.

Ian had to fight to keep a frown from forming. The fact that his friends were so welcoming to Rias made him feel awkward. It showed that the extent of the changes was stronger than he had thought.

Rias felt so out of place. Ian didn’t do anything to make it so that she was a trophy, but she felt like one with how some of the people were looking at her. Not only that, but with the way that they referenced things that she couldn’t recall.

As things progressed, she felt like she wasn’t living up to certain expectations. She sighed, she felt like she should be a little more active, kissing and much more. Especially at a party. She knew that she is pushing it off, trying to have time before she actually did anything, hoping that Ian would take the lead and show her.

It looks like if things were to get started than she needed to start it. She scooted closer to him, making him look at her curiously. She slowly leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. She felt her face heat up as she did as such. In her mind, a voice reminded her that it was her first kiss. The realization made her face turn even brighter.

She never really kissed anyone before now. She hadn’t been in a real relationship that was boyfriend and girlfriend. The only kisses that she had were those between family members. She had thought that she would have felt disgusted kissing a boy, since she never really felt any attraction to one previously but didn’t. She paid it little mind and put it up to the fact that it was probably another result of the changes. She pulled back and saw a dark blush and a look of surprise on her boyfriend’s face. Something that made her feel good that she was able to surprise him.

After a moment he grinned and pulled her close. Rias’s face darkened as her body was pushed close against his own. She could feel all his muscles pressed up against her’s, almost as if she was a perfectly sized up against him. It wasn’t all muscle, but she could tell there was more than what she had. She never looked at her students as anything more than what they were, but now her hands

She grabbed one of his hands and braced herself as she placed it on her buttocks and forced him to squeeze. It took all her willpower not to jump. On one hand she wanted to push him away, and say that she wasn’t ready, but worried that it would bring her some unwanted attention and make the people around her think that something is wrong.

“Just in time. We’re going to start watching stuff soon, maybe play some anime bingo in a bit,” the owner of the house, Jerry said.

“Sounds good, got any paper lying around that we can use to set up our tropes.”

“Right there on the table, along with some pens for you to use.”

The couple went over to the table and picked them up. The moment Rias took the paper and pen the rules came to. She started writing down anime tropes that like tsundere, random exposition, flash back, and more. When she ha a full list she waited for Ian to finish, making his list. They grabbed a place on the couch and started watching the shows. It started off with some action shows that she remembered hearing about when she was still a man.

They started going through the episodes. People vocally reacting for when certain scenes, happened. She found herself vocally unable to voice anything when a certain scene showed up. It was just so crazy that he

“Do you want a drink,” Ian said.

“Yes please,” Rias said. She needed something to drink. Something to get her mind off this. She continued to watch the show and listen to people talk

Rias stood, up feeling the need to stretch her legs. She blinked when she was suddenly pulled against someone. The girl shivered from being held close and turned her head. She saw that it was Ian, who had a charming smile.

“Mistletoe,” Ian said, making her blink.

Rias looked up at the mistletoe. She felt her face heat up in realization of what they were about to do. She slowly leaned in and he returned her. She jolted when he felt his hands snake down her body his fingers feeling like spiders crawling down and cup a handful of her ass cheeks as if he was digging his hands into a pillow. She squealed and flexed her cheeks repeatedly, almost as if she was performing an exercise.

She continued moan throughout their kiss. She felt weird, not bad, but this kiss was far more aggressive and passionate than this one. A part of her that loved the way that his tongue warred with her own.

There was a part of her enjoyed the fondling. The way that his strong hands grabbed her behind and her bottom flesh giving into it, like a soft pillow. She could easily imagine a bright red hand print if he squeezed or slapped her booty hard enough.  She could feel her body starting to grind on its own accord, making him moan. There were hoots and hollers that made the two stop, Ian’s hand still on her butt.

“I wondered when you two were going to start exploring each other’s body. You two just can’t stop getting a feel for each other. “

“I feel like a man dying of thirst, as I’m watching another man sit on the beach with one off those beer hats,” another friend said. “Can you please not shove that in our faces every time that you two are together.

Rias’s face darkened as it confirmed a part of her theory on what the new was her was like. The poor girl couldn’t deny how right it felt to have her hands explore his body, as if it was trying to memorize every part of her changed figure. There was another part of her that felt embarrassed and humiliated. She felt almost like a trophy that was on display.

The rest of the party passed almost in a blur. The words that she spoke to the guests and everyone else were unheard by her. She could feel her mouth open, but never heard them, or even felt the breaths that she had taken. By the time that they were getting ready to leave, she finally felt that time had meaning.

Rias quickly went through her goodbyes and when she was finished pulled out her phone. She set it on mute and found her heart dropping wen she saw that the location was back at Ian’s place. She opened her purse and looked for her keys. She saw two extra key that was marked with a AP, something that would have told her as apartment. She studied the other key and saw that it was marked with a AR. She knew that it was for her apartment room, she did something similar back when she was in the dorms at her old college as a man.

Ian felt odd as he went through his goodbyes and felt his mind inform him that they would be going back to his place. He felt nervous, even though this strange new set of memories told him that they had done so countless times. He trusted his instincts and started the car and began driving back. Throughout the drive he waited for some sort of complaint or something from her, but it never came.

When they arrived back at the apartment building, Rias didn’t feel particularly good. She knew that Ian was a good guy, but the eerie feeling that went down her spine, like spider’s crawling made her feel distinctly uncomfortable.  They stepped inside the building and Rias felt a chill go up her spine, as if cold water was poured down her back. They stepped inside the elevator and when the doors shut Rias heard them close as if they were massive iron gates on an old fortress.

As the elevator went higher, she felt her dread grow with it. She thought back to earlier and wondered if she was going to have to deal with another round very shortly. The thought making her instinctively clenching her butt.

Ian for his part felt energized, a bit giddy and happy, and a little better. He didn’t feel ready to take the next step. He wasn’t sure if she would be okay, groping seemed to be fine, but sex was a whole another level. If she seemed like she wanted to take that step than he wasn’t sure what to do. A part of him wanted to do it, especially with a buxom redhead that looked like she was a dream made manifest.

He unlocked the door and snuck a look at her as she looked around. She looked tired, almost sick with how her eyes looked and the way she looked. Oh well, he could live without doing that form of activity for a while. Ian said. “I’m going to go take a shower in the second bathroom.”

“Okay I’ll see you, when you get out,” Rias said.

Rias watched him leave, and when she heard the door shut, she quickly started looking around the room to get a quick layout for where everything was. She was a little surprised that he didn’t push her for sex or anything like that. Maybe he was just waiting until they were actually in the bedroom before they did. She knew that as a guy she wouldn’t have tried to make any moves. Elevators weren’t romantic at all, and to risky for someone to see. That would have been embarrassing to say the least. As she explored the living, she recognized some of the stuff that had to be hers with the way that something was marked by time, some games, a game system, and shelves loaded with books. She recognized her laptop sitting on a desk and more.

As she looked through the room she was starting to slow down, her limbs feeling heavier. It was just now that she was starting to realize just how physically and emotionally drained the day had been. She wanted to keep looking but decided that it would be best if she went to bed. She needed a fresh mind if she was going to find answers and think about what she could do, to get information, and hopefully find a way to change back.

She looked for the bedroom and when she found it, looked through the closet and dresser for something to wear. She wanted to wear something else outside of this dress. She froze when she saw a pair of colorful nightgowns that only would have covered her panties and her breasts. She didn’t know which was worse. The dress or the gown. She continued to look through her closet, ignoring the rest of the clothes that were inside.

She went into the bathroom behind her and felt the weight on her shoulders vanish. It felt nice to finally be alone and not deal with a group of people. She wasn’t sure what to do. A part of her wanted to just grab some sheets and sleep in the bathtub, but that would lead to Ian asking questions that she didn’t have good answers for.

The redhead sighed as she changed into a pair of soft silk pajamas. They still hugged her figure, and the buttons on them looked like that they were close to bursting, but they would hold. The less said of how it hugged everything below better than she would have liked. When she stepped out of the bathroom, he was wearing a simple flannel shirt and flannel pants. It exposed his strong looking arms, something that she never noticed before.

It made her wonder what the rest of his body might’ve looked like. She imagined him having a set of muscular abs and frowned as her face started to heat up. A pit of awkwardness filled her stomach as dread started to add to the pile. She couldn’t be attracted to men now as well. Could she?

“Are you ready for bed?” Ian asked.

“Yeah,” Rias replied as she walked over to the bed and slowly laid down on her side of the bed, Ian laying down next to her.

“Good night Rias,” Ian said.

“Night,” Rias replied a she snuggled into her covers.

The two kept their distance from each other, sleeping on their respective sides, almost as if they were to strangers sharing a bed.  It was something that the transformed girl welcomed. Just having that little bit of space.

Rias wanted to look at her phone to pass the time but wondered what would happen if she did but decided to wait until he was asleep. Soon he was gently snoring next to her. The fact that he was asleep did nothing to make her feel better. She still felt uncomfortable, laying there next to him. With how close they were. He was just one stretch away from pulling her close. As if waiting for her to realize that he reached around and pulled her close as if she was a giant teddy bear or a blanket. He gently breathed down her head.

The girl flushed at such close contact. She tried to grab her phone, so that she could learn a little more about her new life and her family but couldn’t. She groaned and slammed her head on the back of the bed, making Ian let out a grunt as he hugged her tighter, making her blush. Her arm down by his stomach moved a little and felt her face grow warmer at the feeling of stern muscle. She didn’t know how long she laid there, staring up at the ceiling trying to sleep, only that sleep couldn’t have come to take her fast enough.

Rias woke up the next morning. She felt adrenaline course through her body and quickly stood up. She looked around, a then felt her body lax as the events of last night came to her. She looked down at her chest and sighed.

She had hoped that it was all just a crazy dream or something that felt far more real than it should have been. She looked down at the massive weights that rested on her chest and sighed. She was hoping that this part wasn’t the most real.

The young woman wanted to just stay in the room, close her eyes, and let sleep take her, hoping that it would eventually come to a point where she would wake up back in her original body, back in her room. Even if she would be alone, she found it preferable to being the buxom babe that she was now. She couldn’t just hide in this room, until Ian fell asleep. She had to leave eventually if she wanted to get some food and drinks, and anything else that she wanted to do.

Rias stepped into the shower, staring at the wall, ignoring how much she wanted to crane her neck downward to relax, but to do so would force her to see what laid below her chin. She already had to deal with the constant reminder that was her long red hair, that tickled her back. Eventually she sighed and saw her massive breasts enter, making her feel self-conscious. She couldn’t deny that she was a catch if not, THE catch in a sea.

A sense of curiosity came over her that forced herself to resist groping them. She remembered the way that Ian’s hands roamed over her body and squeezed her as if they truly were a couple. She felt the desire to touch her mounds and see if her softer, delicate hands would get the same kind or reaction. It wasn’t just there, but also to reach down between her legs and see what that would be like. She forced those thoughts and suddenly turned the hot water, into a cold shower. She jumped but felt her body start to relax. She quickly used the body wash and started washing her longer hair.

When she finished, she stepped out of the shower, she felt like she could have gotten out sooner, but wanted to stay in there to buy some time. She stood there, the cold air nipping at her body and making her wish that she had something more that she could use to cover herself. She grabbed a towel and gently started to wipe the water off. She could feel her body spark as small volts of electricity coursed through her body.

Rias sighed as she put on fresh set of clothes. She looked for something that wouldn’t show of her body much. There were plenty of skirts and shorts that she could wear, but she didn’t want her sexy legs exposed to the world. She wanted to keep them hidden, almost as if she was trying to hide them.

The closest thing that she could find to the actual jeans that she desired were a pair of black yoga pants.

Deciding that this was preferable then accepting her new femininity she slipped them on. She could feel it already hugging her legs, making her body shudder. When she finally puled her pants all the way up they slapped against her butt, hugging as if it was a small child that was hugging their mother after its first day of school. She looked in the mirror and somehow the pants made her butt look even bigger than it already was. In her eyes it looked like a target that asking for attention. She sighed and continued to get dressed in a simple white top.

“Alright, you got this,” Rias breathed, almost as if she was preparing herself for an interview. She stepped out of the and peeked around the hallways, hearing the stove cooking something. The young woman slowly looked around, almost as if she was waiting for a jump scare from a Halloween crew. She walked down the hall, her footsteps sounding like thunder clouds to her, and the sizzling sounding the roaring waves of a tsunami that was destroying everything in its path.

She peeked in the kitchen and saw Ian was still dressed up in his pajamas from last night as he stood over the stove. The smell of bacon hit her ears. The oven went off and took out a pan that was filled with sizzling crisp bacon that was cooked perfectly. Toast was lined up on a plate along with butter and jam next to me.

Rias wanted to reach out and make a plate but worried what would happen. She gathered her courage and stepped out of the hall and jumped when Ian turned to her. She didn’t know what to say, but forced her body to relax.

“Morning,” Ian said cheerfully as he continued to cook his meal.

“Morning,” Rias returned as she grabbed a drink from the fridge.

“I’m just about to finish cooking, grab a drink and if you could finish

Ian started to eat the food that he cooked, and Rias followed his example after making her own plate. When she was finished, she hesitantly took a bite of the eggs. The food was better than anything she had made. Before she left, she was started to learn how to cook meals instead of just throwing it into the microwave and letting it heat up her meals.

They made small talk as they ate, like how they slept, any plans that they might have for the day, stuff like that. Rias was surprised, by the normalcy of it. She didn’t know how things would go and prepared herself for whatever it might. She noticed that he had a faint blush and that his eyes kept looking at her bust.

She wondered why he was getting all worked up for and looked down and saw that the way that her arms were positioned, almost looked as if she was framing them, or propping them up. The girl sucked on her strip of bacon as she quickly fixed that error and forced herself not to do so again. When the girl finished, she stood up, picking up her plate and silverware. As she was stepping away, she felt a strong slap on her butt.

Rias squealed and almost dropped her plate. Her face burned as she continued to the kitchen and cleaned her plate. She unconsciously started to roll her hips, her new virgin lips warmed up, almost as if they were asking for attention.

As Ian finished his plate, he looked at watched her swaying booty and felt his mouth water at the sight, as if he hadn’t had any food or drink at all. He watched her booty as she washed the plate off and opened the dishwasher. He eyed the way that her butt moved as she bent over, the pants making her already huge butt look like it was growing larger.

He found his self-control starting to break and before he knew it was walking up to her, pressing

“You like that didn’t you?” Ian asked huskily. His mind told her that he was doing this on purpose. The information that he learned last night about them being an item and the fact that she would wear clothes like this early in the morning and the way that she rolled her butt. His hands were rigid were moving slowly, almost mechanically, as if he was testing something. When she didn’t let any surprise screams or something that would tell him immediately that she wasn’t happy his hands gained more life, loosing the hesitation that they had.

Rias moaned as the rolling of her hips increased and started bucking against him in an almost pleading manner. In the back of her mind she hoped that she would be able to change back soon. Otherwise, this was going to take a lot of getting used to.

Rias sighed as she thought over what her life was like currently and when her life was like as a man. A little over a week has passed since her transformation and she had grown used to the transformation. It was strange to her how fast she had gotten used to the change. The way that her body jiggled and the way it moved as she walked around. She had gone outside to exercise to keep in shape,

The young woman had to deal with the stares from both genders that she got as she ran, no doubt on her luscious curves. She didn’t blame them, if their positions were reversed, she would have been staring.

Just because she had gotten somewhat used to her body, doesn’t mean that she had accepted things entirely. She had tried to figure out ways that she could change back, from looking for any magic stores looking up things that you could make wishes on and supposedly it would come true. She had tried all the wishing mechanisms that she found and the magic stores that she went to, but even so none of them worked. The distressed girl went online, looking to see if she would be able to gleam even a fragment of truth on there, but much to her dismay she just found stories online that didn’t have any true value.

That wasn’t including how her relationship with Ian was going. Things with Ian were still strange for her. The interaction between them usually led to some sort of…. stimulation. They could be doing kisses and suddenly it would go up to the next step.

She didn’t try to stop him, fearing how he would react if she asked him to. He hadn’t done anything violent to her, but with the memories that he had, if she suddenly asked him to stop it might lead to him getting suspicious, something that she couldn’t afford to take.

Rias looked at herself in the mirror. She was dressed up in a nice light blue and white dress and blue heels. If she had seen the girl in the mirror and wearing this outfit, she would have immediately thought they were adorable and that the lucky man who was with them better not screw things up.

There was only one more day till Christmas Day. She should have felt sad that she wasn’t with her original family, but she didn’t. She had been a little too focused on trying to change back to really feel sad about the holidays. When she did have those moments, her mind was still abuzz trying to think of possible solutions, with little success or actual information. Her moments of solitude didn’t last long enough for her to get mopey and sorrow over being away from her family.

It made her strangely welcome Ian’s presence.  She still wasn’t happy about the whole thing, and even wondered if it was added by something else affecting her as well. It just didn’t feel right that she would actually welcome his advances. Still, it was a welcome aversion to being sorrowful about her situation and giving in.

She felt like she had something to strive for, a ultimate goal that gave a reason to keep moving, like she had something to strive for. It was good. It gave her more options to do as she please so that she could take her mind off her current situation.

The thought of the best time of the year did nothing to calm her down. She had no idea what the holiday would be like after. She knew that there was going to be a party, but that was really it. The party was like a big mystery to her.

When they arrived at his parent’s place, she felt cold. As if she was going to meet the parents, and in that moment realized that for her it would be, at least for her. She gulped at the thought. If she was the parent and her child had somehow gotten a girl like her she would have grilled her for as much information as she could and watch for any discrepancies. A girl this beautiful who could get whoever they wanted would set off alarm bells in her mind and make her question everything. It would just make her worry about what she could end up doing, and the possibility that she was.

Ian said that they had met before, and she had vague memories of what he was talking about. She noticed that he had the same nervous energy that she had. It was comforting to in a way.

When they stepped inside the building, there was already quite a crowd of people in there. Her heard clenched as a nervous pit formed in her stomach. She went through the motions that she went through for parties over her formally male life.

Rias waved at them, letting out small greetings, making sure that she isn’t giving any indication that she remembered them or not. To her surprise the family member asked her for more, going as far as giving her hugs. It made her ponder more over the relationship that he had with Ian. She still hadn’t fully looked through the text messages to see how long they actually have been together.

She didn’t know what to expect and it attacked her mind like a predator that had found weakness in its prey. She had to keep reminding herself to bring down the expectations about what could happen down to reasonable levels. No one was going to start yelling at her or take her to a dark room to interrogate her.

“Hey mom, dad,” Ian said and quickly went over to them.

Rias studied them and could easily see the resemblance between them. Ian had his mother’s looks, his hair, his eye color, and the color of his skin was reminiscent of her’s, but the build was all his father’s.

“Its good to see you again,” Rias said as she stepped closer. The two parents surprised her by giving her hugs, which she awkwardly returned. They dragged her to a nearby table and they started talking to her. They didn’t treat like a villainess trying to steal some fortune or using their boy. Which was good in her books. They could have a good conversation and not end up making a scene. Still, it did little to calm her down.

When the family wasn’t paying attention to her, she looked around.  Everybody seemed to be lost in their own little worlds. It made her feel a little left out, but she didn’t mind. She liked being a little alone.

Rias heard the door open again and wondered who it could be. It had been a while since the last of the people came. A red-haired man with a matching goatee and the same greenish-blue eyes that she had step in, followed by a buxom woman with brown hair that went down her mid-back. The man was dressed in fine black pants and a white dress shirt.

Memories that she faintly remembered came forth. This time clearer than ever before. She knew who they were, and the fact with how closely they resemble each other would have been a hint before.

“Mom? Dad?” Rias said. The words sounded foreign and yet were so familiar. She had seen pictures of them in her contacts and their text messages and knew that they were close.

“Its good to see you dear,” the busty woman said moved and before Rias could react hugged her.

Rias unconsciously hugged her, burying her face into her mother’s shoulder. She wasn’t sure what to feel. The new part of her was happy that her parents were here, but the part of her that was still Peter couldn’t help but feel sad and depressed. She had all the memories of the time they spent together and good events, but it just didn’t feel right. It was as if she had witnessed a movie.

She hugged her father. The Rias part of her enjoying the warmth and comfort that he gave. She watched as he parents greeted Ian and his parents fondly. When they were finished, they moved to the couch and started talking.

She let her parents and Ian lead the conversation between them. They talked about random things that were going on, like school, friends that they were making, and more. It reminded her of her time as a boy when she was at parties where she mainly hanged around those that she knew and could continue a conversation with. Just like when she was a male, she said an occasional comment and responded when she was asked something.

She looked at her phone to pass the time and browsed the web. She browsed the web and read stories to pass the time when she wasn’t being focused on.

Eventually, the redhead forced herself to communicate with people. She asked them simple things, like what was going on with their lives, how was their schooling or job going depending on how old they were. If any plans were going on. It made it easier for her to jump off and get an idea of what she should talk about. She moved on to things like hobbies and found her getting relaxed as she talked about what she liked. Strangely, when she talked about the books that she liked, she listed a few older books, that she did like, but they weren’t ones she would have called her favorites back when she was a male.

The longer she was there the more natural it felt. She felt like she was actually part of the group, instead of an outsider. When the food came, she found herself eating her meal, and talking to her new biological parents with vigor.

The rest of the party passed in a blur. People continued to talk and eat. Soon it was time to pass out presents. She received a cute couple of clothes, like shirts, and a blanket. After passing out some presents thee party started to die down. Things were starting to quiet down, as people admired their new gifts. It wasn’t long after that she felt a wave of tiredness come over her. She yawned.

Another hour passed when the first couple of guest started to leave.  After that it was almost as if it was with other people deciding that they should leave as well. She found herself remembering who they were and wondered if they would remember her next time they met and hoped that she would remember them.

Soon, her parents came up to her, and Rias couldn’t help but frown. She knew it would be coming eventually, but her heart felt heavier than she expected. She mentally sighed and said. “So…I guess that you’re leaving.”

“Yup it’s time for us to go,” Rias’s father said sadly, and hugged her, which she returned.

“It was good to see you again,” Rias’s mother said and joined the hug.

“Goodbye mom, dad,” Rias said quietly, feeling sadder than she expected that she would. “Let’s meet up for dinner or breakfast one day.”

“Right. We’ll work out a day when we aren’t overwhelmed by the holiday madness and meet up.”

Rias watched them leave, feeling grow with their departure. She wanted to reach out and try to see if they would say a little longer at her request but couldn’t voice it. The door shut behind them and the heaviness ceased, but the sadness that she felt remained.

When the party was finally over, Ian and her went back to their apartment, feeling much more tired than she thought she would be. She wasn’t sure what to feel. She had this weird mix of emotions. She cared for them and had memories, but they weren’t the parents that she remembered as male, like in her first life. She laid down on her bed and passed out in moments.

It was the night before New Year’s and Rias had been having a fun good night. The two of them had gone out for dinner and enjoyed themselves at a nice restaurant that wasn’t too fancy. They had to leave a bit earlier due to them closing earlier due to the holiday, but they were fine with that. Currently the two of

Rias thought over how her life had been in the short few weeks since her transformation and learning about the new her. With what had learned in the time frame she was afraid of what else she might discover, but she had to press on to learn more. The small time spent in this new life had been crazy, terrifying, and that was without the added Christmas drama added on top of it.

With how the weather had cleared up if she was still a guy, she definitely would have been able to go home by now and spend some time with her old family. She found the home sickness that she had lessened. If she wanted, she could have gone. It would be expensive, but now it felt like to her that she had no reason to go.

The young woman didn’t think that they would recognize her. The fact that she had new memories and the people around her told her so much, and so little about what she should do. The fact, that they probably wouldn’t recognize her was a very real possibility in her mind. If she went and introduced herself to them that would probably at least garner their interest. She imagined them talking, until she somehow spouted their words that she was originally their son. She could easily imagine the looks of doubt and ideas that she were crazy. She couldn’t imagine what would happen next, but those looks that she would receive were enough for her to stop and decide that she shouldn’t.

Things had been getting more heated between them, and she was feeling more frustrated. It wasn’t anything that he did and didn’t stem from anger, in fact it was her body. Her mind had started to act more perverted and small fantasies filled her mind that only got worse when they were together. Her mind would pummel her with memories and the sensations of the time that they spent together. It made her clench her cheeks and keep her mouth shut, out of fear of what she would say and initiate a steamy make out session, or something more.

The lust that had been building had even started to affect her actions. When she went to the mall the other day to get some new clothes, she had discovered a pair of black lingerie that was sexier than the rest. Still, she tried it on and it didn’t feel any different. As she looked herself over, she wondered what Ian would have thought seeing her in it. The thought made her blush and quickly turn away. She wondered where that thought had come from, and felt her body heat up. Her nipples perked under the bra and her lower lips started to ache.

She had bought the black lingerie that was more of a spur of the moment. After she left the store, she wondered why she did that. She pulled it back out and stared at it. The thought of going back into the store and returning it crossed her mind, but in the end, she decided to just continue back home.

“Rias are you okay?” Ian asked. “Your face has been red lately and you’ve seen a bit…antsy.”

“No, it’s nothing like that,” Rias said, her voice rising. “I just have a bit on my mind recently.”

She could smell his scent and it was making her go crazy. Her fingers curled and uncurled, along with her toes. Her body ached for attention and started tor breath heavily. Her mind started to hammer her again with naughty ideas and passions. She licked her lips as they started to feel chapped.

She suddenly stood up and pressed her lips against it. Ian gasped in shock but quickly relaxed and returned her affections. One of his hands wrapped around her waist as the other softly caressed her buttocks, fueling her passion and lust for him.

When they broke apart, they stared at each other. Rias smiled the naughty thoughts and dreams were the only things that she could think of. She leaned in close to his ear and said airily. “Why don’t I give you a show?”

She gently pushed him down onto his seat and he blushed. His fingers gripped the chair in nervous excitement. He grinned and snuggled into his seat.

Rias felt her face heat up in embarrassment and excitement. She wondered how she should start. She had seen plenty of erotic dancing in movies, but the fact that she had little experience would no doubt be noticeable.  She slowly started to shake her body. She had never been a good dancer, and stayed off the dance floor whenever she could, fearing that she would make a fool of herself if she did. Still, she was intent on giving this her all.

The redhead sashayed her lower hips. As she slowly unclipped the skirt she wore, and it fell onto the floor in a heap. She kicked it to the side as she continued to dance.

Rias ignored the cold that went over her lower legs as she continued to dance. She studied Ian’s face and saw his grin growing. She felt a surge of confidence go through her as she placed her arms under the hem of her shirt and breathed in as she started to slowly pull it up. She slowed her movements as she danced, not wanting to run the risk of losing her balance.

The moment she shirt was fully removed, she felt her breasts jiggle slightly. Her top was quickly tossed aside as she looked at her paramour whose body made no attempt to hide how enraptured he was. His mouth was wide open, and his eyes were wide. She could see a noticeable lump between his legs that made her body warm up, thoughts of her running over and unzipping his pants to take things to the next step flashing in her mind like a neon billboard sign.

She slowly started to move closer to him. He sat in his chair, his fingers digging the armrests of the chair, almost as if he was trying to pry them off. Not once did he let any sign of displeasure show, something that made her happy. The voice in the back of her mind told the redhead that he was just happy to have someone as sexy as her doing something like this. She would have been as happy as a lark if she had a woman doing this to her when she was still a man.

Before she knew she was in front of him. She lightly shook her chest, making sure that it had a healthy bounce. She giggled as she saw that his restraint was weakening and decided to take things to another level.

Rias grinned as she started grinding against him. She could feel his body tremble against her’s, his tool hardening. It felt almost like a game to her, seeing how she could get a reaction out of him, and what would make his self-control break. It was fun and thrilling and the more she danced, the more her body came alive. It burned begging for attention, especially between her legs.

She suddenly stopped and surprised him by turning around and slamming her lips against his, pushing her breasts as hard as she could against his body. She jumped on top of his hardening equipment, her eagerness growing as naughty thoughts of what could happen next filled her mind.

For a moment, Ian was distracted by the sudden kiss, but quickly regained his bearings and returned the kiss. His hands went all over her body, softly squeezing and caressing her body. He picked her up and they went to the bedroom. As they did Rias, fiddled the bottom of his pants, lightly kissing his body.

When they entered the room Ian gently placed her on the bed. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt as she pulled his pants down, exposing him. He threw his shirt and kicked his pants away. He crawled over her, breathing heavily.

“Ready?” Ian asked slowly. His body was covered in sweat and he seemed just as nervous as she was. He looked like he was about to give a speech that could alter the course of human history.

“Yes,” Rias said panting heavily, feeling more nervous than she ever been before. They kissed and she closed her eye as she waited for the next bit to happen. She moaned and held him tightly as sensations that she never felt before came over and returned them with just as much attention.

Rias woke up the next morning, her body feeling tired. Thoughts of what happened last night went through her head, making her blush. She didn’t think that things would get to so far, though she wasn’t complaining. The way that her body felt as he rocked her world, pleasuring her in ways that she had seen and read about plenty of times, but never experienced. Her body had moved on some instinctual level.

A terror went through her as a small voice in the back of her mind told her something. The voice in the back of her mind, brining up a very distinct possibility that she hadn’t put much thought in until now. What if she was losing who she was?

She could admit that he was handsome before, just like how she could for any man, but now it had new meaning to her. There was something that just pulled him to her, like a beacon that no matter how hard she tried to get away she would be pulled back to him. No matter how hard she tried to get away from him.

It had only been a few weeks since she started to actually talk and get to know him on a personal level. No matter how she looked at it, having sex in only a few weeks wasn’t good. It was to quick, to sudden. If she had been her old self, she wouldn’t have tried to have sex in such a short amount of time.

She thought about her life in the past few weeks and what it had been like in her personal time when she wasn’t dealing with the insanity of the holidays. She hadn’t spent much time doing her hobbies. She hadn’t felt a need or an interest in doing so. She thought about them currently. One of the things that she liked to do in her spare time was play some strategy games like Stellaris or some reading.

The books that she would have liked to read, Scyfy, fantasy, and adventure stories didn’t pique her interest, even ones that had been her favorites for years. When she thought of books that she liked now and what genre grabbed her interest it leaned more towards romance novels. She didn’t mind romance originally but didn’t want it to be the sole thing that the book was build on. Now it was what she wanted more than anything. She laid in bed and wondered how she was going to see if she was still her and test her old passions.

Rias looked was on her phone reading a novel as she rode with Ian up to a winter lodge that her family had. Over the past few days she started keeping her distance from him. She would keep their conversations and interactions down to a minimum. Sticking to only one sentences and such and looking for excuses to go out. She had set up her time to make herself busy, hanging out with friends and going out to exercise and other classes in her off time to minimize their interactions.

The drive up had been quiet, with only the sound the playlist that they had on YouTube with current events and podcasts that they had agreed to listen to.

The trip for their ski lodge had been coming up for a while now. Rias had considered saying no, but with how close they were it would be a waste. Not to mention she had never gotten the opportunity to go out and do something like that in her old life.

Besides it might help her think about her current life and what she should do. Sometimes just going out and being somewhere else helped her think. In her old like she hiked to help stay in shape and sometimes her best ideas and thinking came to her.

After they unpacked their stuff, they decided to explore the resort and experience everything that they could. They had set up an appointment with one of the instructors

Rias had trouble at first learning how to ski and keeping her balance. She fell on her butt and glared at Ian who struggled not to laugh. When Ian fell though, she couldn’t resist the laughter that escaped her. Ian playfully glared at her, but then broke down and laughed with her.

The hours flew by as they eventually learned how to ski properly. They went down a few more of the smaller hills and some of the larger ones. They loved the cold wind that bit at their exposed skin as they sped down the hills. They decided to perform a few races, with no real reward, just for fun. It fueled their desire to get better and see what it was like when they went down the higher hills.

Time flew as they went back up the hill and sped down it repeatedly until it was sunset. They saw the rising sun and were advised that they should return to the lodge because for their personal safety. They agreed and went back to the lodge to grab a quick bite to eat at the lodge. They ordered cups of hot chocolate and a few sandwiches with chips to compliment their meal. When they were finished eating they went back to their room and started throwing off the heavy set of clothing they wore to stay warm.

When they finished, they suddenly realized that they were alone in their room and had nothing to distract them. The awkwardness started to fester like a bad smell that was quickly getting worse. The air got heavier, and it wasn’t from the cold air. They wanted to rush outside and find something that they could do to pass the time.

It continued like this with the awkwardness growing every time that they stepped back into the cabin. When it was there third day there, Ian grabbed her hands and led her to the couch. He sighed as he sat down, running his hands through his hair.

“Rias we need to talk,” Ian sighed. “Really talk about… us.”

Rias gulped and sat down on the couch. She knew what this was about. It had been building up for a while. She knew that they needed to talk, but she was so confused by her feelings and what she should do that she couldn’t think of what she should do.

“Rias things have been weird between us for a while now. I feel as if there’s been a…distance between us to say the least.”

“I have been trying to sort everything out in my head,” Rias started. “I don’t know what to do. Things have just been crazy, and I don’t know what I want to do.”

“I get you, things have been crazy. Rias how much… do you remember before Christmas?”

Rias blinked. It was an odd question. One that she wasn’t expecting to hear. She thought over it, even now the memories that she had seemed to be almost melding. It took her a minute to separate her old live’s memory from the new ones. When she did she sighed.

“I remember my life before then. Family events,” Rias answered. It was true in a certain point of view. She did remember her life, just not the life that he was talking about. She remembered some of her life here. The more that she interacted with those around her and

“Oh... Do you think that we went a little too fast? Do you still want…to be boyfriend or girlfriend,” Ian asked.

“Yeah I think we did,” Rias sighed, looking away. The memories of the last couple of weeks had been on replay for her. It had been crazy, hectic, but there had been good times that she would have enjoyed normally. Still, she would be lying if she said that there wasn’t something genuine between them. She did like him. More than a friend and her heart ached at the thought of their relationship coming to an end.

“I still want us to be together,” Rias said. She kissed him on the lips. He was surprised for a moment before he returned it. She still felt as passionate, but this time she felt more in control. “Why don’t we try again, but maybe…I don’t know take thing slower.”

“Are kisses still okay?”

“I don’t see why not,” Rias smirked.

“I’m so glad that I made my wish,” he whispered.

Rias froze. The wish. She had never really thought why she had ended up Ian’s girlfriend. They both must have seen the star and made a wish on it, or something similar and its power must have granted their wish in a way that would work for both. She shrugged and continued to kiss him.

This time they didn’t just rush into it and squeeze their bodies immediately. This time things were slower. Their hands slowly roamed their bodies, getting a feel for their bodies. There wasn’t any nervousness. This time when they did it, she could feel everything and think about what she was doing.

Ian suddenly stopped and grabbed her hands, surprising her. “Rias I thought that you wanted to take things slower. Rias this is…anything but slow. I don’t want to make things worse for us, or ruin what we got.”

“I know, but I feel ready. I want this,” Rias said.

“…If your sure, but if you want me to stop then say so.”

“I will,” Rias said and kissed him on the lips once more.

Epilogue

Ian couldn’t believe how quickly the year had gone. It was Christmas time again. The year seemed to have gone by so fast. He could recall last year’s Christmas like yesterday, along with New Year’s, Valentine’s Day, and more. He wondered where the time go and how the year seemed to have gone by even faster.

“Are you ready?” Rias called, her voice dripping with excitement.

“Ready and eager babe,” Ian replied as he eagerly waited for his beloved to step out. He knew that whatever she was wearing he was going to love it.

Rias stepped out, revealing that she was dressed up in a naughty Santa Claus themed outfit. Covering her breasts was a matching low-cut bra that revealed much of her breasts. As if drawing attention to her prodigious bust, she wore a golden necklace that looked like it could be an ornament on a Christmas tree. She had a small skirt that had large cuts on the side and had small golden bells. She wore long white opera gloves that covered her hands and ended halfway up her biceps.

She slowly danced closer to her, shaking her hips, and adding a little bounce to her chest. The first time she did it, she lacked confidence, but now she moved as if she had years of experience. Every move that she made was with a certainty that she lacked.

When she was right in front of him, she pulled him out of his chair and pulled him close, pushing her ample bust against his chest. They started to dance together with practiced ease. As she danced with her lover, she thought back to her life. It was a slow progress at first, but she was eventually able to return to her old interests before the change.

It had been so welcoming and relieving that she was able to go back to her normal activities.  It had been refreshing to be able to go back and do what she wanted. It had been a point of discussion for them as they talked more about what they liked and other media and led to them finding new interests and love for things they could do together.

God she might be more of a pervert now than he was when they first started dating. The fact that she routinely wore tight revealing clothes like shorts shorts, and small tops that had an ample dip to expose her breasts to tease him.

She knew that she had a body that many would kill themselves or spend thousands of dollars trying to achieve. So, she decided that she might as well live up to the phrase if you got it, flaunt it when it was just the two of them.

“Merry Christmas Rias,” Ian said.

“Merry Christmas Ian,” Rias said.