Qrow’s Drinking Gal (FemJaune TG) (Patreon)

“Alright, kid, you ready to have some fun?” Qrow asked as he led the blond to the hotel’s bar.

“Y-Yeah,” Jaune answered, hating how he was stuttering right now. He wondered what he was doing here and what the dark-haired man had in mind. Qrow didn’t seem like a bad guy, especially from what Ruby and Yang told him, but it did little to calm him down. The older Huntsman was a big drinker and he could tell that just from the smell of him. This would be the first time he had hung out with the older man alone, and he wasn’t sure what to think or feel.

When they had first came to the city, Qrow decided to cash in one of the favors he had with the owner of a hotel. A while back he had helped the owner deal with some troublesome criminals that had decided to rob it when they hosted a special event and he had stopped them without any problems. The owner had given them rooms for free along with breakfast and lunch for as long as they were there.

Qrow had come to him and Ren and asked if they wanted to grab a couple of drinks and make it a guy’s night out. He had been a little unsure about accepting it but did so anyway, thinking that it wouldn’t be mich. Ren had decided to decline the invitation, partially because he wasn’t interested, and because of Nora. If the two of them had gone out, then there was no way that Nora would just stay put if she learned about it. The last thing anyone wanted or needed was a drunk Nora. The blonde shuddered at the thought of what she might do if she had gotten drunk.

“Oh relax there’s no reason to be jittery just yet, we’re just going to have some drinks,” Qrow chuckled.

“Wait yet?” Jaune gulped.

“Ehh you never know what might happen when you go to a bar, you might run into someone who’s had one too many drinks and get offended over the smallest of things. Or they might want to prove how tough they are. It can be all sorts of things really, even if they don’t make any sense,” Qrow said.

Jaune gulped and hoped that it wouldn’t come to that. He didn’t want to get caught in a brawl or have to worry about paying for all the damages. He didn’t know the other man’s economic status, especially after Ozpin had died, but he didn't know how much it could cost if it happened. It wasn’t that he was worried about anything happening to him. Qrow was a seasoned Huntsman, and he had gotten better at protecting himself and had his Aura. He didn’t think any criminals that could handle both of them would go to a bar in a hotel. If they ended up in jail then he could only imagine what the rest of the team might think.

He was sure that Nora would be disappointed it happened and wish that she could have joined in to help the getaway, but would have been glad that she would have been able to help with the breakout. Knowing her, she would have gone straight to using the grenades she had. Ren would be ashamed of him and he had no idea what Ruby would think. As for the others, he could easily imagine Blake being annoyed and Weiss scolding him. Yang would probably just tease him for it.

Calm relaxing lounge music came out of the speakers that were throughout the place as they stepped inside the bar area. Jaune looked around the bar trying to map everything out in his head. There wasn’t anyone else inside aside from several employees. It was strange, he had thought that a place like this would have more people inside. Especially with how fancy the place looked inside and how late it was. A small faint blue light came from the wall lights with how it was reflected off and blue lines ran across the floor. The bar looked like it was made of gold with how the light was reflected off of it. The tables looked like small islands with black leather upholstery seats.

One of the waitresses noticed them and walked over to the duo. She was dressed professionally in a black skirt and a button-down white top that did nothing to hide her big bust. She had long straight black hair that reached down her back.

“Hello, can I help you two?” The waitress asked.

“Table for two miss, or a place by the bar,” Qrow remarked.

“Are you going to be drinking mostly, or having something to eat?” the woman asked.

“Ehh more of the second I’m betting,” the man shrugged. “You’re not feeling hungry are you kid?”

“No,” Jaune admitted. He wasn’t hungry and even if he was, he doubted he would want something to eat from here. Even with his limited knowledge of places like this, he knew nobody went to a bar to get something to eat.

“Alright then, just follow me to the bar, and we’ll get you started,” the waitress said.

Jaune followed the woman and his eyes ran over her form. His face darkened as his eyes were locked on her swaying hips. He couldn’t help it with the shorts they were in; he could only stare at her butt, as if it was a magnet trying to get attention, despite his efforts to look away. He knew better than to stare, especially after all the times his sisters and mother made sure to prevent him from doing so if he was caught, but he just couldn’t help himself. Her butt was almost on display with how tight the leathery material was.

“She’s got a nice set doesn’t she,” Qrow whispered, making the young man’s face darken.

Jaune didn’t answer, fearful of what he might say and if the woman overhead him. They might not be getting any food, but the last thing he wanted to do was to make a bad impression on her. Whatever she said, could travel to the rest of the staff and the owner. Staring might not be bad, but it would color their perceptions of him. Then again, the owner might know enough about Qrow and just let whatever he does slide so long as it wasn’t too bad. He probably already had a good idea of what he was like since they had history.

Qrow took a seat by the bar, and Jaune sat down in the seat next to him and rapped his fingers against the bar as the waitress went behind it. It felt strange to be in a place like this all by themselves. He had spent so long with his team or team RWBY that it now felt strange for it to just be two of them. He wasn’t sure what he should say to the older man. The age difference alone was like an immense gap that he wasn’t quite sure how to cross.

“Anything I can get the two of you?” The bartender asked.

“Hey, Al. We’ll take two shots, for me some of your harder stuff, and for him, the special, Lover’s Fire,” Qrow answered, before Jaune could say anything.

The bartender nodded his head and placed two shot glasses on the table in front of him. He turned around and pulled out one bottle from the rack and pulled out another bottle from underneath the bar. Jaune watched the man pour its contents into the glass and the other bottle’s in the other. The man moved with a refined practice and grace that he knew he would never be able to match. Not a drop of the liquid was spilled, despite how quick he was. When he was finished loading their glasses he put the bottles down. He grabbed the two glasses and placed them in front of them.

“Lover’s Fire?” Jaune questioned, looking at the older man.

“It's one of those easy things to drink to help set the mood between couples,” Qrow said with a smile. “I had it with a couple of lovely beauties. It has a nice fruity taste.”

“I get you,” Jaune said quickly, his face darkening. The last thing he wanted to hear was of the older man’s various ‘conquests’ while he was going around the world doing Ozpin’s shifty work.

“Glad we’re on the same page. Well kid we shouldn't just leave good drinks like these all alone,” Qrow said as he picked up the glass that was meant for him.

Jaune grabbed the small cup, the glass weighing heavier than he thought it would. The young man stared at his drink and took a cautious whiff of it that made him flinch from the smell. He never had a drink of alcohol before in his life and holding one now felt strange to him, as if he was holding a lost artifact. If his mother had seen him now, then he was sure that she would have ripped it from his hands and poured it down the sink. This would be the first taste of alcohol he had and wasn’t sure what to expect.

Jaune frowned, and shot a look at the older man, and wondered what it would be like. He looked down at his drink and gulped nervously. He slowly took a careful sip of his glass and frowned, despite the fruity taste being good. It burned his throat and he could feel it travel through his body as if it was a snake. It landed in his stomach like a soft punch to the gut. The moment the burning passed a pleasant warmth came over him.

“So what do you think?” Qrow asked.

“It's...something,” Jaune admitted, not sure what to make about suddenly feeling so much different.

“If you just keep taking those small little sips you're not going to get the full taste of it all or get that burn,” Qrow said. “Besides you’re supposed to just take a shot like that in one go. That’s how you get the best taste and experience with that brand anyway.”

“You've been here before now? I mean before the whole saving the place that one time and all? Jaune asked, glad there was something that he could use to start their conversation off and help break the ice.

“A few times over the years and it has never failed me in terms of drinks and always had nice pretty girls working here. You could find quite a few places like this over the years, but this one always stood out to me a little more. I had some good times here when I was staying the night. They had some nice shows and specials. Now, kid, this time try to drink it down all in one go, like you meant to do, otherwise your cheating yourself with that.”

Jaune breathed in and out, gathering his courage, and tried to think of how he should down the liquid. It could be as easy as him drinking it all in one go. It was a small glass, and he had already drunk some of the contents, so he wouldn’t have to worry about it as much. He tilted his head back and gulped it down in one. The blonde gagged as he could feel the hot liquid burn down his throat like fire and land in his stomach like an iron ball. He moaned and his stomach gurgled. The Arc boy frowned and hoped he wasn’t about to throw up. That was the last thing he wanted to do.

Years suddenly started to pile on his body, and yet he didn’t get taller. It was as if the clock had been accelerated for him. Crow’s feet appeared at the corner of his eyes and added a few more years to his face, and yet it did not detract to his changing face. His facial features sharpened and refined as if he was finally leaving the awkward teenage years behind him and had fully come into his looks. In moments his face had changed from an admittedly good-looking but awkward teen into that of a handsome man that most ladies would have tried to get with, either as a date or even as a one-night stand.

Despite all of the years he suddenly aged, he didn’t gain any extra hair, instead, he started to lose it. The arm hair, hidden underneath the sleeves of his shirt faded away as if it was never there. The chest hair that he had started to gain went through the same procedure and was soon completely hairless. His legs had lost the hair on them as well until his entire body below his eyebrows was free of hair as if it had been waxed off. Leaving it as smooth and clean as humanly possible.

“I see why they call it fire,” Jaune gagged, his voice rougher. The blonde frowned at the voice that left his mouth but chalked it up to the liquid that he just had. He never had a drink like this before and how it was going through his body, probably messed with his voice a little.

“You say that and yet this is pretty light in comparison,” Qrow laughed.

“I’m new to this,” Jaune said, trying to protect some of his pride. If this was meant to be an easy drink then he could only imagine how the harder would burn his throat as it went down and settled in his gut. The liquid might tear through his gut and knock him right out if it didn’t light his body up on fire. It might just be his lack of experience talking, but he just couldn’t see the big deal and why some people enjoyed drinking as they did.

“Alright, then you down for another?” Qrow asked.

Jaune slowly nodded his head, unsure about continuing this. He had heard that the more you drank the more used to it you got. Maybe if he did then he would get used to it more and see the appeal that it supposedly had.

Instead of immediately going to the bartender, Qrow stared at Jaune, as if he was studying him. The blonde gulped and wondered if something was wrong with him. Before Jaune could say anything, the dark-haired man placed his drink down and let out a sigh. He said in disappointment. “Maybe we should stop this and just head back. I should have figured you might not be able to hold your stuff with how young you are.”

“I can still keep going,” Jaune said quickly and rolled his shoulders back. “I just...needed a moment to get used to it is all.”

“Alright then if you say so kid,” Qrow smiled encouragingly. “We’ll have another shot barkeep!”

Jaune gulped as he watched the bartender come around and loaded their shots again. He hoped that he was right and that he did just need to get used to it. He wondered if by the second drink he would have grown more used to the stuff, and by the third would he even start to like it. There were so many what if that he had no idea what to expect or do.

The glass was placed in front of him and Jaune breathed heavily as he picked up his glass, the smell hitting his nose again and making his face scrunch up. The longer it hit his nose the more he acclimated to it and relaxed. He breathed in and raised the glass. Qrow’s words bounced in his head. He looked down at his glass, and breathed out, wondering what would be the best way to get it down without feeling like was going to get socked in the face. He tried to take it in one go again, but despite Jaune’s efforts he couldn't drown it in one go and gagged as it went down the wrong pipe. He coughed repeatedly and tried to keep the coughs down, but they still came out.

“Take it easy blondie,” Qrow said, as he patted the young man’s back, only for the young man to force himself to finish it.

As Qrow patted the young man on the back, the blonde’s face warmed and gained a dark flush as it changed. Whatever stubble that had come from his sudden increase in age disappeared as it seemingly went back into his body, leaving no trace of its existence. The aged masculine features that it had softened as if his youth was returning to hi, but the slight crow’s feet that appeared around his eyes remained, but lightened somewhat as his eyes gained a more feminine appearance. The boy’s lips plumped in size as if they were swelling from being roughly pinched and soon became plump mounds that would appear in lustful dreams. The boy's cheeks rounded along with his chin and became closer to a heart-shaped face. His nose crunched inward as if it had just been punched and started getting smaller until it became a cute button nose. When the coughing fit that had overcome him settled his face had become that of an aged beautiful woman that would turn heads wherever she went.

“Oh wow,” Jaune said, marveling at how hot his face felt. He didn’t think booze would make him feel like he was in front of a heater. A small bead of sweat trailed down his face.

The man refilled Jaune’s glass and Jaune gulped at the sight of it as if it was a scorpion. He wasn’t sure that he wanted to try again after having his first and second glass go so poorly. The young man had seen some relatives and friends of his family handle alcohol just fine, but wasn’t sure about his own capabilities.

“Think you’ll drink this one in one go?” Qrow asked, bringing the changed boy out of his thoughts.

“I...guess I will try to,” Jaune said. He had more than half of the glass when he downed it, in one go so he guessed that he was getting better at getting it down.

"Alright then since you’re going to try that, take a minute before you try again, otherwise this will feel like a slam to the gut with more power than the last one," Qrow informed him.

“Thanks for the warning,” Jaune breathed.

The young man closed his eyes as he raised the cup to his lips and poured it into his mouth. He tried to drink the contents down in one go and this time it went well. When he was sure he had the last drop he slammed the drink down on the table in one go. The blonde let out a low growl as he shivered. His throat burned and he could feel it travel through his body just like the last bit of alcohol he had. He clenched his hands and closed his eyes as a sudden pressure enveloped his head, making him rub his head for a moment.

As he rubbed his head, the young man’s stomach changed. The hard six-pack abs that Jaune had gained from training and fighting started softening as if the young man was letting himself go. The hardened outline of his abs receded into his body, almost as if they were never there at all. Instead of filling with fat like one would think they continued to harden and get smoother. His stomach finished changing into a smooth sexy flat stomach that looked like it belonged to a woman that had been a Huntress for years.

“Gah! I see what you mean,” Jaune coughed and pounded on his chest.

“See I told you. I might not be the smartest of men, but I know many things when it comes to booze, you can trust me there.”

“Right,” Jaune said, still thrown off by the sound of his voice. He wasn’t sure if the booze was messing with him already, but he was sure that he would have a little more in him before he would get tipsy and his senses would be thrown out of whack. It had to be the lack of booze experience.

Another glass was poured and the young man drank it without any hesitation. He needed to know if that success was a fluke or not. The liquid went through his body again without any issue and he didn’t gag or choke this time. The blonde grinned at the success, happy that he was able to do it a second time, and was sure he could do it again with any drink that Qrow wanted to pull out.

Jaune groaned as more of the alcohol settled in his stomach like an iron weight as his waist cinched inward. The sides of his waist slowly moved inward as if it was a tube of toothpaste being squeezed. The more it moved inward the more it complimented his new stomach and if it wasn’t for the jacket that he wore his new slim waist would have been visible to all. Soon his stomach had completely morphed into a slim waist that had a visible hourglass figure that would have been more enticing if there was more of a figure to be seen.

“Qrow I seriously think something is wrong with me?” Jaune moaned as he held his stomach. “I feel like someone’s punching me in the gut multiple times.”

“Meh, it's nothing to worry about string bean. It’s like I told you earlier. It's just your first time and all, so your body can’t take it,” Qrow waved, wondering how much the kid’s gut had changed. “Now then let’s bring out the next round.”

“I don’t know,” Jaune got out in an uneasy tone.

“You sure this kid’s a Huntsman Qrow?” The bartender asked. “This kid is barely in when real huntsman like you would still be perfectly fine. If the kid can’t handle this then there’s no way he’ll make it.”

“Oh relax, kid’s just a lightweight,” Qrow chuckled. “There’s some potential here I’m sure since he got into Beacon. Think of him as a baby huntsman if you want.”

“H-Hey!” Jaune sputtered.

“Don’t worry cutie,” the waitress said softly as if she was speaking to a little kid rather than a young man. “I’m sure if you want something lighter we can get that for you.”

“Oh sure, could pull out some milk for you to drink if you would like that instead,” the bartender chuckled.

“No I don’t want milk,” Jaune scoffed, annoyed at them making him sound like a little kid. “I can handle myself just fine. Lay it on me! I can handle it!”

“Then let’s see if you're made of the stuff needed to be a Huntsman,” Qrow remarked and chugged his glass down with a finesse that disputed his natural demeanor.

Jaune gulped at being the center of attention as the waitress this time filled his glass again. There was no way that he could back out now that he said that. He looked down at his glass and gulped, already imaging how his body would feel the moment it entered his mouth.

“What’s the matter, kid? You chicken?” The bartender asked with a smirk.

“No, I’m not. I just need a minute,” Jaune answered quickly.

With a heavy breath, the Arc scion drank his glass, and the alcohol settled in his mouth. He gulped it down and he spasmed as he placed the glass back down on the counter. The blonde could feel it travel through his body as if it was being poured down his skin just like the rest, and was pleasantly comforted by it.

“There we go, good job,” the waitress praised and rubbed his shoulder. “See that wasn’t so bad.”

“There we go, see he can do it,” Qrow remarked.

Jaune’s legs shivered as if they were out in the cold in a stormy blizzard. A pins and needles sensations came over them that made the blonde gulp and wipe his brow. Was this what it was like to be drunk? Was he even drunk? By the gods, this one little bender with Qrow was giving him a far better understanding of why his mother did her best to keep it away from him and his siblings when they were home, even when he and his sisters were older. The last thing she needed was for one of them to go nuts if it made them all feel this way. Not to mention all the other stuff he had heard too. With the way he and his sisters were like there was little doubt that it would escalate quickly.

The blond’s boots loosened as his feet shrunk and the rest of his legs felt off. His feet changed into small petite womanly feet that would have had no place on his body if it hadn’t gained a more womanly appearance. The moment his feet finished changing, the rest of his legs started to change and slim down as well. His calves tightened as the rest of his legs slimmed. His pants drooped somewhat and hung off of his body in his seat, showing how much they had changed and gained a more womanly appearance.

“Ahh my legs,” Jaune moaned and shimmied in place as he kicked his legs. They felt like they were wrapped in concrete bricks that were weighing him down. The same pins and needles sensations intensified there and made him more uncomfortable and glad his feet weren’t on the ground, otherwise, he would be even more uncomfortable.

“Ah, that’s natural kid.” The bartender waved off without any concern. “With you being a lightweight and string bean after all it’s going to hit you a little harder.”

Jaune’s thighs started to grow larger as if they were countering what the proprietor was saying. They swelled as if they were loaves of bread in the oven. Some of the looseness that his pants had gained from the sudden change in frame returned with a vengeance and quickly returned to their previous state and continued to get tighter. His developing pillowy thighs pushed his dick to the side of the pants and crushed them as if it was a rock between two hard places. The sides of his pants continued to tighten and dig into his body, making him wince. When they finished growing he had huge thick thighs many would want wrapped around their waists and in their hands.

“So-Something doesn’t feel right,” Jaune commented, vaguely noticing that his thighs felt off. He then groaned out. “My...junk feels like it's being crushed.”

“Kid you can adjust your pants on your own. You’re not a five-year-old,” Qrow countered, having to fight the urge to check out the developed thighs that he was sure were there. Besides, the worm that Jaune had between his legs right now would kill whatever he had going for him.

What Qrow said registered in Jaune’s head and he blushed in embarrassment as tried to think of a proper comeback for that, but couldn’t. The words had just slipped out of his head as quickly as they came. He didn’t mean to say anything like that. He would need to watch himself before he said something else embarrassing. The last thing he wanted was to give the older man something that he could use to embarrass him.

“Heres the next round, a Valen wine with a strong strawberry taste.” the bartender said as he filled them again.

Jaune picked it and drank it without hesitation. He puckered his lips at the strong strawberry taste of the wine. It was fruitier than he expected, but it wasn’t a complaint. No, it was better than he could have hoped.  He had heard from some of his family that wine was sweeter and far more bearable. From the taste alone he could say that he preferred this stuff over the ale and beer that he had. Still, just like all of the alcohol that he had tonight, it warmed his body as it traveled down to his gut, making him feel more alive, and clouding his mind even further.

The moment the alcohol rested in his stomach, his hips started to change. They let out a low popping noise as they widened. The young man was forced to adjust how he sat in his seat as they did as it suddenly felt off. He moaned as his body ached and felt like he was being roughly knocked on his sides. The young man pulled at his pants as they continued to widen and he winced as the sides of his pants dug even harder into hips. The former young man groaned as his hips forced his pants out wider, digging into his body tighter as if an anaconda was trying to crush him. Before the change, his pants already felt tight around his thighs due to how big they got, especially with how his little Jaune was getting crushed between the fabric of his straining pants and his thick thighs, but now it was as if they were trying to grind it powder. The popping ceased and the young man’s hips had become wide fuckable hips that emphasized his slim waist and would have made it impossible for him to walk without a sexy gait that showed off his body.

Jaune groaned and wanted nothing more than to take his pants off, but even in his drunken mind he had some sense of decency and knew better. He blinked as everything didn’t feel right. He bounced in his chair like a small child that had too much soda to drink. The young man looked down and blinked at the sight of his full round hips. He sloppily reached down and prodded them, pulling at the fabric only for it to slap against the large cushion. He was sure shouldn’t have gone out so far.

“Qrow something is wrong~” Jaune slurred, the world spinning around as he shakily stood up, wincing from a sudden pain and arousal from his hips and crotch. The young man shook his head and looked down at his legs. “My hips are big~”

The blonde looked down at his wide hips and gulped again. He placed his hands on them and shivered as a burst of unfamiliar joy went through him that made him feel so alive. He continued to rub them and hummed in appreciation at the electric pleasure that coursed through his body.

A pleased smile crossed his face for a moment before he stopped and controlled himself. He forced those feelings away, despite his pants constantly bringing it out, though at a much lesser degree than when rubbed himself.

“And?” Qrow said, looking at the transforming boy with a raised brow. “You always had wide hips.”

“What?” Jaune questioned, looking at the man curiously as if she had misheard.

“Yeah, your hips are so damn fine that you honestly give mine a little competition in the seductive department,” the waitress remarked and padded her own broad hips.

Jaune blushed at the sight of the woman’s hips and looked down at his own to compare them, the confusion and worry that he had gone. His hips did look larger than hers, and were nice but shouldn’t he be worried about that? He was a guy and they weren’t always that big...right?

“Pardon me for staring at them lady, but you do have quite the striking hips. It would be hard not to notice them,” the bartender said.

“Look if you're that worried about them, then just ask yourself this. Do they feel natural? If they don’t then something might be wrong. And besides, think back about what they originally looked like really hard and if they seem different,” Qrow instructed gently.

“I….I….,” Jaune said and tried to focus and remember what his body was like. It was hard to clearly remember what he looked like, even though it had only been a short while ago that he had a clear mind. Everything was all so confusing right now, and it certainly didn't help with how hot and weird her body felt. His mind and body were such a screwball of feelings and mixed memories that only made things worse.

The more he looked at his new striking hips the more natural they felt. The effeminate young man rolled his hips, something that would have attracted many if it wasn't the noticeable mound between his legs. A calm relaxing wave came over him the more he did so and a grin formed on his face as if he was performing a soothing exercise. The fear and shock that he had of seeing them was going away and instead was being replaced by an electric thrill that made him feel alive. He continued to sway his hips side to side as if he was doing it in tune to a song as someone was slowly caressing them. He noticed that Qrow was grinning and that his eyes were locked onto something. He hummed as he mentally calculated where he was and blinked.

“Are you staring at my hips?” Jaune asked.

“Yup,” Qrow answered simply.

“Why?”

“What's not to love about wide hips?” Qrow smirked, making the blonde blush. “And yours are most certainly a catch.”

The blonde’s heart skipped a beat at what he just said. He liked his hips? But he was a guy so didn’t that make it weird? On second thought he could understand why, even if he was a guy. He liked them and how they made him feel but something was different. Hearing it from Qrow made him feel good as if he had just won a prize. He couldn't quite put how good it was into words, but he knew that he liked it and wouldn’t mind hearing more compliments.

“Here’s the next round for you two,” Al said as he brought another bottle over and filled their glasses.

Jaune quickly turned and stared at the new full glass and licked his lips hungrily, as if he was looking at a cup of cold water after a hard workout session. He picked it up without hesitation and quickly drank it down just like Qrow had done. Just like all the other times he had drunk alcohol, he could feel it course through his system and warm his body as if he was in front of a fireplace. A pleased moan left his mouth as a sudden tightness came over him.

A sudden coughing fit came over him again, and his throat burned like it had the first time the changes happened after his first drink. The coughs that left his mouth rose a little higher in pitch every time, becoming more feminine sounding. He tried to clear his throat and keep the coughs from escaping, but they still came out as small sputters.

However, it wasn’t just his Adam's apple that was disappearing, but also his manhood as well. His lower head started to stand taller as it got erect from the heat he felt. The moment it stood at the apex of its rise, it started to get smaller along with his balls. The young man shuffled in his seat again and crossed his legs to hide it. The pleasure that he felt grew as every centimeter that he lost was like someone giving him the greatest foreplay of his life. The head of his penis entered his body and the changing boy moaned lewdly, earning looks from the rest of the people in the room as he panted.

SLURP!

“Ahh~!” Jaune cried as a new hole opened between his new legs. His moan came out like sensual woman’s and was so lewd that it would have caused men’s pants to tent and women's nether regions to burn in arousal. The soon-to-be fully girl jumped in her seat as one of his balls entered his body. The boy shivered and leaned over as his body spasmed. The boy gulped as more heat overcame him. The other ball was in the hole and slowly making its way inward. His last remaining ball, the last bit of his masculinity entered his body completing the change in the now former boy’s gender into a woman.

The heat that the new woman felt soared as if she was wrapped up in her blankets with a cup of cocoa in her hands. She curled her toes and held her cup tighter. She bit her lips and her free hand went lower and reached down between her legs and pressed down on her new entrance. Sweat poured down her body and she wiped her face as her clothes started to stick tighter to her. She reached down below and rubbed where her erection should be, only to feel a warm aching hole that wanted her hand to go further. Even in her drunk addled mind, she knew that her manhood should have been there still.

“My dick!” Jaune cried and blinked at the feminine voice that left her mouth. “My penis and balls! They’re gone!”

“Well, that’s good. I can finally fully look you over,” Qrow muttered so the new woman couldn’t hear her. He turned and looked the new blonde woman over. He hummed in appreciation of her huge thick thighs that were complimented by her wide hips. He took note of how much her pants strained against them, and he wondered how much more it would take before her pants finally tore. With how tight they were he could only imagine what it would be like when the rest of her figure came in. He could already imagine him resting on her thighs like the soft pillows they were. “Hey calm down already and what do you mean?”

“My boys….they’re gone,” Jaune said and rubbed her legs together, moaning about the loss of her masculinity. A warm feeling erupted from her rubbing that made her crotch burn for attention the more she did. A perverted smile crossed her face and increased her pace, only to stop a moment later. She shook her head and tried to clear her mind of the desire to finger herself. She had to focus and tell him what was wrong with her.

The blonde opened her mouth to speak, but before she could the waitress came over and filled her glass again with alcohol from a different bottle. All thoughts on what was wrong were gone in a flash and she watched him fill it. The sparkling clear liquid that looked so much like fizzy apple juice made her lick her lips. The moment it was done being filled she sat back down and guzzled the booze down as if it was water and all the unease she had about losing her cajones was gone as if it didn’t matter.

“Man I didn’t think booze could be this good,” Jaune remarked, licking her lips at how wonderful the sauce was. She was starting to enjoy the burning of the booze as it traveled through her body and warmed her up as if she was standing by a fireplace. It wasn’t hard for her to keep it down, unlike when she had her first glass and now that she was getting used to it, could enjoy it with marvelous ease.

“Yeah, it can be great from time to time You know now that you actually have gained a liking to the stuff, why don’t we play a little game instead?” Qrow said. “Spice things up a little. Let’s see who's the better man and could hold their liquor better. Perhaps even add on to it with a little bet.”

“A bet? Like what?” Jaune said, her mind running with all sorts of things she could have him do if she won.

“Meh, why don’t we make it a blank cheque, and let the winner get whatever they want,” Qrow replied.

“Deal!” Jaune cried sloppily and placed her hands on her hips.

“Great, why don’t we move over to another table where we can look each other down and all,” Qrow said, as he pushed out of his seat. “Hey, we’ll take a couple dozen shots. Going to have an old drinking match between us.”

The waitress and bartender nodded as Jaune pushed herself out of her seat and then jumped out of it. The world spun as soon as she stood at her full height, making the woman blink as her sense of gravity was completely thrown off. She stumbled and started to fall forward, but Qrow caught the new woman in his arms and held her close before she hit the ground.

“Watch yourself, babe,” Qrow smirked. “Don’t want to hit the floor do you?”

Jaune’s face darkened and could feel his hard muscles against her body. Was he always this ripped? She always had a clear view of his exposed arms and they looked pretty strong. Not to mention she could feel something in his pants that she was sure wasn’t a scroll poking against her thigh. Not that minded, though her mind was a little off-balance from the sudden feeling of abs.

When she was sure that she found her balance, she smiled and stood up, though did miss the feeling of his hard body against hers. The blonde could easily admit that he had a nice body, but this was her first time feeling it. She had seen those abs when she was patching him up on the road and the thought of them now brought back the feeling of how hard they felt when her hands brushed against them. Those were abs that she wished she could run her hands over forever. Maybe later she could get a better look at them or something.

They went over to the nearest table and Qrow went ahead of her. He pulled out one of the chairs but didn’t sit in it. Jaune started wondering why he wasn’t sitting down yet.

“Your seat my dear,” Qrow said as he looked at her with a grin.

“What a gentleman,” Jaune giggled, not at all bothered by being called dear.

“Aren’t I?” Qroow questioned as he took the seat across from her.

The blonde stared him down as she waited for their server to finish. The blonde looked at the bartender as he poured the alcohol into multiple shot glasses with the same grace and expertise as he had throughout, not wasting a single drop. The moment he finished pouring them, the waitress and bartender picked them and placed them down on a tray. The blonde sat straighter at their approach and licked her lips, having to stop herself from just taking them from her. She breathed in and out, bracing herself for the game to come, and knew no matter what the results were she was going to enjoy every minute of it.

“Alright for this drinking game we’re going to stick with the classic rules. The winner will be decided by who drinks more of the shots. You can forfeit any time you want, you just have to say it. You lose if you puke or can’t drink anymore. You can’t ask for help from either of us if you can’t raise your glass. Now, are there any questions?”

“Nope. You can back out right now if you want blondie,” Qrow remarked. “There isn’t any shame in admitting who has the better liver.”

“As if I would back out right at the start!” Jaune scoffed.

“That's the spirit!” Qrow cheered, earning a giggle from the woman.

“Alright then, get ready,” the waitress said.

The two competitors stared at each other. They opened and closed their hands waiting for the signal to be given. They smirked at each other. The blonde reached out only to pull her hand back, her nerves making her jumpy. Her desire for booze grew and she had to stop herself from breaking the rules.

“Go!” The bartender said.

The two quickly grabbed a cup and guzzled it down before slamming it down on the table. They stared each other down as they drank, counting how much they had, and how much their opponent had. Neither wanted the other to get ahead of them and be the victor and were determined to be the winner.

Jaune quickly drank one glass and then grabbed another. She slammed the glass down when she finished and grabbed another. A small belch escaped her mouth, but she didn't let it distract her from what she had to do. If she was going to win she had to stay focused. She couldn't afford to slow down at all. Another belch left her mouth before she took another drink and she patted her chest as it went down. The last thing she needed was to get the hiccups now, that would all but certainly give him the win.

“You might want to consider holding back Jane, from how you’ve been since we started and how you’re sounding now, I know you drunk,” Qrow chuckled.

"I’m not drunk. You're drunk you...drunk!" Jane giggled. She forced herself out of her seat as she took a drink, her flat new stomach exposed and her pants struggling to contain her curvaceous lower body. "See I can stand up juuuuussst fine!"

“Yup,” Qrow said his eyes locked on her hips.

Jane shakily raised the drink, almost pouring it down the front of her shirt. She greedily drank the glass down and slammed it on the table, almost placing it on the chair instead. The moment she put it back she grabbed another and another glass, drinking one right after the other as if it was water. She wasn’t going to lose now that she was showing what she was made off and surprising him.

Unknown to the blonde, the tightness in her pants grew as her butt swelled as if it was where the alcohol was going. The more she drank, the more her butt pushed against the confines of her pants, making the strain that was already there worse. The girl moaned as her pants dug deeper against her lower body and pulled at them with her free hand. The moment her hand was gone, the tightness returned, but she didn’t let it stop her from drinking. Her lower cheeks pushed against each other as they pushed further out. Her buttocks ran out of room to go and could only push against each other and her pants to try and make more room, and ease the stress there.

RIP!

"Whooa!" Jaune cried at the sudden new weight on her lower body from her bottom suddenly being released and revealed to the world. She fell to the ground and landed on her voluminous behind, the glass slipped from her hand and rolled on the ground.

"Owie..." Jaune groaned.

"Heh, what was that you said," Qrow smirked.

"Oh shut it Qrowey," Jaune pouted childishly.

The blonde got up and blinked when she did, her balance feeling different and a pull from down there that was like a pair of weights. She felt a cold draft and looked behind her. She gasped when she saw a massive rip that showed off her struggling boxer shorts, which also looked to be on the verge of riping. The crack of her ass was plainly visible to see as if they were tight spandex instead of cotton.

"My pants!" Jaune cried and moved to grab the ripped pieces of her jeans, but stopped when she saw her ass cheeks and how big they were. Her bottom cheeks now looked like they rivaled soccer balls in size. "Was my butt always this big?"

"Don't start complaining that you're getting fat now." Qrow groaned out in the same drunken manner. "We're too drunk for this."

"I'm...not fat!" Jane declared in an offended tone and looked down at her butt in confusion, all thoughts on her pants gone from her mind. "But I'm not supposed to be this big...I think?"

"You're as fine as you always were babe," Qrow reassured as he reached across the table and began caressing the woman's cheek.

The woman’s face burned again the more she looked at his face. She knew he was handsome and wasn’t going to deny it. How could she? With that stubble on his face and his sharp features, he looked like he could have been on the cover of one of those romance novels about a dashing rogue. Her eyes widened when she saw him guzzle down one of the shots, making her stunned expression immediately be replaced by a glare.

“No distracting me mister,” Jaune pouted as she moved his hand away. “You’re not going to win that easily.”

“Heh, can’t blame a guy for trying,” Qrow replied as he took down another shot.

Jaune quickly grabbed another drink and guzzled it down. After that dirty move, she had to catch up with him again. The blonde sat down in her seat and blinked. She wiggled in her seat and hummed at how much cushion she felt now. She paid it little thought since she had to win, even though it nagged the back of her mind like an issue that she had to resolve. The thoughts of her bloated posterior got further buried as she went back to drinking and the competition getting back into full swing. She had to win against him. She grabbed her next glass and drank it without a moment's hesitation and quickly got back into her groove.

Unknown to the blonde woman her nipples pushed out underneath her jacket. The areola grew larger in size as her nipples did as well. The woman shivered as more of the rough fabric of her jacket rubbed against her erect nipples, making her breath heavily out. She shook her head and forced her arousal down a pit as she focused on the game. She was currently behind by a drink and didn’t need the gap between them to get any wider than it already was, even if the scratchiness of her jacket was getting worse. After another glass, her nipples stopped growing and the former was easily visible despite her jacket and shirt covering them up.

Right after her nipples stopped changing, a different thing was starting to become more prominent. With every shot of alcohol, her chest pushed out as it gained more mass. Her chest continued to grow the more she chugged the alcohol down. Her growing tits quickly became a small A-cup and continued swelling after another shot. Without a moment’s notice, they quickly became a B-cup, and just as quickly they became a ripe C-cup that were the size of full oranges. Her chest just continued to grow as if they were barrels being filled with alcohol, the roundness of her developing chest plain to see by all in the room as her shirt and jacket struggled to keep them hidden.

The two continued to drink and Jaune’s bust continued to grow. Soon her mounds had reached a size comparable to Yang’s and yet they still continued to grow as she drank more. As she started to slow down her drinking, the same happened to her bust. The former boy could barely think straight and yet she forced herself to continue drinking more booze. Jaune raised her glass and gulped as the room felt uneven as if she was standing over the edge of a big rock. It was only because of her vision that she was sure that she was holding the glass. Her hands and feet felt like they were tingling and the rest of her body felt as if she was standing by a furnace, making her sweat. The blonde wondered if she should just forfeit and let him win before she puked it all up.

"C'mon you can have another this will put some hair on your chest," Qrow declared with a smirk as he passed another drink to the blonde.

The blonde glared at him playfully, the competitive spirit within her driving her on now, the unease going away as she focused on the game. The two of them had already drunk so much that he had to be at his limits too. The only question was who was going to reach their’s first or if they would run out of drinks before then.

The new woman continued to drink the glasses one right another. Her boobs growth continued with renewed vigor as drank every cup of booze that she could, her bust getting closer to a new cup size every time. Jaune was getting closer to reaching her limit and could no longer keep drinking at the same rate that she had earlier, but every bit of alcohol was contributing to her growth. The only thing keeping her going was her own will, but that was being stressed by how hot and massive her chest was getting. After her last cup, she took a moment to breathe as her breasts became a massive I-cup that was easily larger than her own noggin and stood out like watermelons and made her top tear somewhat.

The blonde shakily drank the whole glass and slammed it back down on the bar. The blonde grinned shakily and tried to keep her cool. She breathed in and shivered as if ice had gone down her ruined top. She placed it down on the table, unwittingly leaning forward and knocking down more of the glasses on the table.

"Oh no my cups!" Jaune cried at the now massive set of hooters that rested on the table and knocked more of the glasses over. She reached over to try and get them, but her new boobs acted as giant pillows that stopped her. She looked down at her chest in confusion and poked one of her huge boobs with a cute-looking pout. "I don't remember having these."

"You don't Jane?" Qrow drunkenly asked.

"I don't...think I had boobs. Maybe I did, but they weren't so....big," Jaune asked, wiggling her shoulders and making her boobs sway hypnotically, before narrowing her eyes. "Jane?"

"Man you must be drunk Jane," Qrow remarked in drunken amusement while leaning back and taking another drink. “If you can't properly recall your own name.”

The blonde woman hummed as she thought over his words. She was sure that wasn’t her name, and that it was something else entirely. She knew for sure that it started with a J as he said, but something seemed off. Damn the alcohol was really throwing her head out of whack if she couldn't remember her own name properly like some silly ditz. She giggled at the thought that she really was living up to the whole blonde airheaded bimbo right now.

A clink of glass made her blink and stop pondering. She looked down at the table saw Qrow’s hand on a glass. The woman gasped and mentally smacked herself again. She was in the middle of a competition and let herself get distracted once again by her tits and cups. She looked at all the glasses trying to find another cup to drink, but much to her dismay there wasn’t any left.

“And looks like we have a winner,” the bartender said cheerfully.

“Damnit,” the blonde pouted. She had been doing so well and managed to keep up with him, but had lost it all because she had let herself get distracted. It was such bullshit.

“Next time I’ll beat you,” the blonde vowed. She promised herself that the next time they did this, she would be the one to come out on top. She had done so well and would have won if she hadn’t been such a ditz and let herself get distracted.

“Sure you will Jane,” Qrow smirked as he cupped his chin.

“I don’t think that’s my name,” the former boy said, again going back to that train of thought.

“Jeez the booze must really be messing with your head if it's a mess like this,” Qrow remarked. “Alright let’s see if we can ring those bells. Repeat what I said after me.”

“You think that will help me?” Jaune questioned.

“That’s it,” Qrow affirmed.

“...Ok,” Jaune said, bracing herself for what she would have to say next. No doubt it was going to be something embarrassing that she would want to hide from the others.

“Your name is Jane Arc,” Qrow said.

“My name is Jane Arc,” The blonde responded. The words felt a little firmer in her head and the cloud that plagued her mind cleared somewhat. She couldn’t help but bring herself to mutter it again repeatedly. “Jane Arc. Jane Arc.”

“Feeling more secure about it?”

Yes,” Jane answered, still repeating the name in her head. It became brighter in her head as if it was a neon sign.

“You are an accomplished Huntress, you have been one for years,” Qrow said.

Again more of the fog in the woman’s mind cleared as more of her past came rushing forward. The missions that she had taken and all her training and fighting style. She preferred to fight with a sword and shield and all the missions that she had taken. She could still remember her time as a Huntress in training and her time at Beacon Academy and Signal. That was such an awkward time for her. Her body was so gangly and growing so much that she had to keep getting adjustments to her clothes, especially when her tits and ass started blowing up the gigantic proportions that she had now.

“Do you even remember our relationship?” Qrow asked.

“Relationship?”

“Yeah, I’m your boyfriend. We have been dating for several years. Hell Yang and Ruby see you as their aunt.”

“You’re my...boyfriend...” Jane slowly repeated, feeling a shiver of excitement running down her spine. Suddenly she could recall her first date, their second, and all the fun that they had together. Memories of her time pending with Ruby, Yang, and their father over the years came rushing forward. It had even led to her becoming an unofficial part of the family and helped raise the girls as if they were her own. So much so that the girls kept questioning when her unofficial title as auntie would be official.

“Yeah doesn’t that ring any bells?” Qrow asked.

The blonde woman wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. Despite how much clearer her head felt, something about them still seemed off. There was a small part of her that said that none of that was true and something was off about her body. She didn’t understand why considering how normal the weight of her butt and boobs were as well as how right her name and history were. As small as that part was, she couldn’t help but heed it, though that might just be the sauce talking.

"I don't know Qrowey," Jane hiccuped as she looked back at her posterior and traced it. "Something doesn't feel right."

Qrow pecked her on the lips, much to the blonde’s shock. "How about we head to our room and get some sleep then babe?"

All of the confusion that the young woman had before was gone as her face darkened. She licked her lips as a new hunger entered her mind that made her crush her thighs together as the heat built up in her crotch. The blonde grinned naughtily as she pushed her humongous boobs against his chest and whispered huskily. "We could, but why don't we have some before that. My pants are already off after all."

“I'd like that. I'd really like that babe,” Qrow chuckled in drunken amusement at the suggestion. With a lustful smirk, he wrapped his hand around her waist and took another drink that the waitress had made

"Mmm~" Jane moaned out to the touch as she felt a rush through her body. She confessed with pure love and adoration in her eyes while her hair started straightening and growing out. "You know Qrowey...this feels so right.”

“I'm glad you feel that way Jane," Qrow replied. "I think the same.”

"Hm~?" Jane innocently got out, her hair stopped growing when it was down to her shapely and succulent rear and gained a shine to it.

"About how right this all feels," Qrow explained as the bartender filled his cup again. “Ah, how about we get you in something better fitting before we head to our room. After all, you don’t want a bunch of random schmucks to see you in an indecent state right?”

“Don’t worry I can help fix that,” the waitress laughed. “Is there anything you want specifically?”

“Something sexy!” Jane slurred out in a bubbly and happy manner.

“Well that can be arranged, but you're going to have to be a little more specific,” the waitress replied, eyeing up the blonde bombshell

“Just give her something that covers up the important bits but also shows off her sexy body.” Qrow got out while lifting his drink as if he was making a toast.

“Alright, I got an idea in mind,” the woman replied and placed her hand on the blonde’s clothes.

Suddenly a light enveloped Jane’s clothes as if she had been hit by a glitter bomb. The ill-fitting hoody got thinner, tearing in places and mending in others as the sleeves of her top got smaller, exposing her arms. A golden shine appeared on them and grew as the colors of her top morphed. A tear down the center appeared, making her boobs bounce before a strap appeared underneath them and propped up her bust, which bounced slightly from the change. It merged with the remains of her underwear and became one piece as the same gold shine appeared on them. When it was finished changing, the color of his clothes started to change. The fabric became shinier and reflective. It finished changing into a bright golden spandex swimsuit that left practically nothing of her body to the imagination.

“There we go, what do you think?”

“Ooooooh~!” Jane got out in awe at how hot and tight her new attire was.

"You look stunning dressed like that babe," Qrow remarked admiring the fully exposed form of her body. “What do you think?”

The new woman shimmied where she stood and shuddered at feeling the fabric stretch and pull as she did. It dug deeper against her ass and crotch, firing her body up more than it already was. She smiled in glee. It was far more comfortable than what she was wearing before.

“I love it, it really shows off my curves,” the blonde answered as she grabbed Qrow’s arm and shoved it between her voluminous bust.

“Glad you like it,” the waitress giggled.

“I think we had enough drinks for the night,” Qrow said.

“Alright then, hope you and your lady friend had your fill,” Al remarked as he cleaned some of the glasses that they had just drunk.

“Thanks for the drinks, Al!” Qrow said as he waved back at the duo.

“Your welcome Qrow, stop by anytime!” The waitress said. “If you need anything else, then just give us a call and if you need help we got you.”

“Now then why don’t we head back to our room and have some fun?” Qrow asked.

“That sounds super!” Jane answered as she licked her lips, hungry for the fun they would have.

Qrow smiled as he walked with the blonde bombshell of a woman hanging off of him, while Jane purred gleefully as the two made it to their room. The walk back was peaceful and without any trouble. The whole way there, Qrow admired the feeling of her body against his, enjoying how her body jiggled. When they arrived at their room they saw Ruby, Nora, and Ren sleeping.

"Looks like the kids tuckered themselves out," Qrow chuckled. "Good thing the rooms are soundproof wouldn't you agree?"

"Oh yes darling," Jane cooed out. “We wouldn’t want to worry about them waking up and wondering what was going on.”

"Now then why don't we have some fun," Qrow said as he led her to the bedroom, fondling her huge ass.

"Oh! Sure~" Jane giggled out.

The two walked into their bedroom and Qrow stepped away from her. He threw off his cape and sat at the foot of the bed. His hand desperately wanted to be filled with her ass flesh or tit flesh, but then he wouldn't be able to enjoy himself so much with what was about to happen. Qrow said. "Now then before we get to the main event I think it would be best to have some foreplay?"

Jane simply licked her lips in response. "Sure darling."

The blonde licked her lips and flipped her hair behind her. She stepped forward with a slow sexy saunter in her steps and a bounce in her bust that made her boobs bounce. She stood in front of him and turned, so her massive ass was to him. She bounced it up and down against his lower body and wiggled her hips. A song went through her drunken addled mind that helped give her the imagination she needed to get in the grove of shaking her fat ass.

"Yeah...I like that babe, keep it up…," Qrow got out while nodding in approval.

The man grinned and started to spank the woman on the ass in tune with the rise and fall of her asscheeks. The behind in front of him was easily the best ass he had ever seen and held in his life. Changing that shrimpy blonde into this buxom bombshell was arguably the best idea he ever had. "Well if I want her bigger I know just what to do."

"Darling, Keep your eyes on me~" Jane soon requested.

"Don't have to tell me twice babe," Qrow laughed. "Worried I might lose interest?"

"No~" Jane teasingly replied while licking her lips.

"Oh, then what did you have in mind?" Qrow asked, wondering where this was going.

Jane simply began to slowly take off her clothes in a sexual manner as if she was a stripper. The jiggle of her bust plain as she moved the straps and pulled her nipples. She slowly rolled it off until it was down at her legs. The moment her swimsuit was fully off she tossed it to the side, her nude body on full display.

"Oh..." Qrow got out in realization before smirking, knowing the two were gonna spend a long night together.

The Next Morning

The two crawled out of bed and hopped into the shower in the room to get off the sex smell they had, groping and kissing each other along the way. The last thing they needed was for the girls and the rest of the kids to realize what had been a part of their nightly activities. The moment they finished they quickly searched through their bags for something to wear, the former blonde boy’s clothes completely changed from last night.

“Damn...that was intense...” Qrow groaned out, though was smirking.

“Oh yeah, it's been a while since we had as much fun as we did~” Jane cooed out as she put on a small white top that showed off her midriff and hugged her bosom. A pair of blue shorts that hugged her lower body just as enticingly. She slipped on a pair of boots and a leather jacket that hugged her figure just as well.

When they two finished getting ready they stepped out of their room to see if the others were awake. Much to their relief, they saw that the kids were already up and dressed.

“Morning everyone!” Jane cheerfully greeted.

“Morning,” the kids grumbled, still suffering from the morning grog.

“Well, it sounds like you're all still exhausted.” Qrow pointed out.

“We just haven’t fully woken up yet is all,” Yang countered. “Haven’t had anything to eat or really done anything yet.”

“Why don’t we all have a little fun for the day and take it easy after we get some breakfast?” Jane suggested.

“I think you and uncle Qrow might have done enough of that last night, auntie Jane,” Ruby pointed out with a yawn escaping her lips.

“How the heck can you two drink so much?” Yang muttered.

“Years of practice girls,” Jane giggled.

“Now I noticed there were some restaurants that we could hit up and some other activities as well so we can do that. Maybe we can all hit up the pool. I did get a swimsuit that I can break-in,” Jane suggested.

“It already got put to good use last night,” Qrow muttered so that the children didn’t hear them.

“Qrow!” Jane hissed and lightly slapped his arm.

“How is it that our two adult figures are so...childish,” Weiss quietly sighed as she palmed her face, getting a glance at the blonde woman and her eye twitched in envy as a result.

“We’re just better at having fun and relaxing sweetie,” Jane shrugged, thinking about their journey thus far. It was hard to believe that they were on such a trip with so much at stake. Their little group had so much riding on them and had been through so much in such a short amount of time. They almost lost Qrow and that alone would have been devastating.

Despite all that they had been through, they were still kids and needed to relax. No thinking about magic, no wondering when the next Grimm attack was going to be, or what Salem’s agents might do. And as the team MILF- I mean mom, she was going to make sure that they got it. Though she was going to get a little more alone time with her darling Qrow afterward. With so much going on they had to take advantage of every moment they could as well, and then she could sneak some time with her boyfriend as well.