We Can Work It Out: A MORFS Universe Story

By Terry Volkirch  

 

 

     

Chapter 16: Summer, 2036

Summer arrived once again. I made it through another year of school and I was back to my favorite sleep schedule. I got up late after a long night of surfing the Internet, wondering what to do with myself. The whole summer was in front of me, with all of its many activities, but all I could think to do was sit home and sulk.

The only thing that got me out of the house was my job at the bookstore. It helped improve my mood a little. I loved everything about that place. The cute little bell that rang when someone entered the store, the high wooden bookshelves stuffed with books and even the musty smell of old paper.

Mrs. Lange was a joy to work for and the books were wonderful distractions. I discovered some old books from the 80's and 90's that fueled my imagination and kept me happy, but that was only as long as I was reading. I couldn't read all the time.

It was Saturday so I wouldn't be working for the next two days. My summer schedule was set to weekday afternoons. I had hoped my father would be home now that his android project was put on hold. I thought maybe we could do something together. Such was not the case however. He was back with Fred, tweaking and improving the androids. Old habits died hard.

As I sat at the kitchen table having breakfast with my mom, I reflected on the past year. It was pretty much the opposite of the previous year in most respects. My gender, my love life, my social life - they were all reversed. I only hoped this summer wouldn't be the opposite of last year's. I had a lot of fun last summer and I felt I was due for more.

I hadn't heard from Jill since my birthday but I expected a repeat of last year, when she waited until school was out before she contacted me. School was demanding so it was understandable. She needed time to think too. All I could do was nervously rub my eCom and wait for her to call.

My past dreams and visions about Jill seemed like a lifetime ago. Could they all still come true? Would they? I hadn't had any dreams lately that I could remember. They seemed to have deserted me, along with my dream girl.

As I continued to think about my life, I just kept getting more depressed. I felt like I'd taken a giant step backward in time. It was just like before I'd become a girl. I was more alone than ever, but at least I wasn't totally alone. My mother reminded me of that.

"Rob?" she said. "You seem miles away this morning."

"Yeah," I muttered.

"Well? Do you need a ride home?" she joked.

"Huh?" I was only half listening but I soon got the joke and smiled.

"I'm just feeling sorry for myself again," I told her. "But don't worry. It's getting old."

I tried to smile but it was forced. My mother saw through it easily enough.

"You poor dear. So... do you mind if we talk about it?"

"I thought we were."

My mom just gave me a sad smile.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I'm still a girl inside, and it hurts. It hurts so much!"

That started me crying and my mom scooted her chair over so she could give me a one-armed hug.

I really was a girl, trapped in a boy's body. I was transgendered and was extremely upset by it. My therapy sessions had been helping but progress was agonizingly slow.

Gwen suggested I do some research on the Internet. She felt it was important to see there were others who felt the same way I did, and that I wasn't alone. The research helped a little. It was interesting and also somewhat helpful to see how they dealt with being transgendered.

Taking hormones was a popular solution. If I started now, I could block myself from becoming any more masculine and maybe even transition to a woman several years down the road. That was very tempting, but I still had two issues holding me back. Hormones and surgery would be wasted if I ended up shapeshifting again. Then there was Jill.

Jill haunted my future. That's the best way to describe it. She really seemed to enjoy our kiss at first. Then she ran away. Did she love me? Was she bisexual? Was she a lesbian? She hadn't had a steady boyfriend so I was quite confused. We really had to have a long talk about sexuality, and soon.

I cried myself out and my mom pulled back to dry my eyes with a dish towel. She gave me her best concerned, loving look and I felt better. I'd always have her to depend on at least, and that reminded me. I was long overdue for a talk with her.

"Feel better?" she asked.

"Yeah, I do. Thanks mom."

"You're welcome, sweetie."

"Mom?"

"Yes?"

"I've never liked boys you know."

"Really? I wondered about that. You dated Reggie a long time."

"I was encouraged to date boys by a certain boy-crazy friend of mine."

"You must mean Michelle," my mom laughed.

"Yeah," I chuckled. "I tried to tell her I wasn't interested but she insisted I give them a chance."

"Well you certainly did that!"

She laughed again and I blushed.

"Well... it was good kissing practice at least," I told her sincerely. "I'm just sorry my first kiss had to be with a boy." I said.

"Aw, I'm sorry too," my sympathetic mother assured me. She had to have a little fun at my expense but she was soon back to being the good mother.

After our little heart-to-heart talk, I was relieved. It really seemed to help. I felt better than I had for a long time. I was even a little restless. It had been a long time since I had a long nature walk. Perhaps now would be a good time to burn off some energy.

It was my usual long walk day and it was a lovely, warm and sunny late morning. I couldn't talk myself out of it so I got dressed in shorts and a tee shirt, grabbed a bottle of water and a breakfast bar and headed out the door. I planned on being gone for several hours.

Soon into my walk, I cleared my mind and let my feet take me where they wanted to go. I didn't care about the destination or the journey. I just wanted to unwind and not think about anything for a change. Imagine my surprise when the sounds of footsteps behind me finally registered.

I was close to a patch of woods and one of my favorite nature trails when I stopped and turned around, and there she was. Jill was following me! That got my heart rate up a little more.

We stared at each other for a few awkward seconds before I thought to smile. I wanted to show her everything was okay between us. She still looked uncertain so I waved her on to catch up to me and that did the trick. She skipped ahead to me and we continued on into the peaceful forest.

"Welcome back," I told her.

"Thanks. It's nice to be back," she said with a shy smile.

We didn't say anything more for a long time. That's the way our walks usually went though. Things between us were returning to the way they were before, except for the urge I had to hold her hand. I had to really fight that urge. I didn't want to move too quickly and scare her away.

We walked along a deeply rutted dirt road that led up into the hills directly away from Copely. The ruts helped keep us from walking next to each other, which was good in a way. It made it too difficult to hold hands. We just carefully watched our footing and enjoyed the forest. The scent of pine and sound of buzzing insects filled the air, and the temperature was perfect. All I needed now was a good place to stop and talk.

I looked over at Jill and then followed her gaze up through the tree tops. She was looking ahead to what we called The Lookout. It was a cliff that overlooked the town. I wondered if she was thinking the same thing I was when she turned to me and smiled. I got a strong feeling she was.

It was only about another mile to The Lookout. We soon got there and picked out a large log to sit on that was near the edge of the cliff. We'd have a nice view for our talk but I doubted I'd notice. I only wanted to spend my time looking into Jill's lovely brown eyes.

I offered Jill some water that she gratefully received. She didn't think to bring her own. Then we sat down on the log to share my breakfast bar. I'm sure she hadn't planned such a long trip, and that thought helped me start talking.

"So, you don't seem well prepared for a long walk," I mentioned.

"No, I guess not. I was coming over to see you, actually. I saw you leave the house and just started following you."

"Why didn't you say something?"

"I... don't know," she admitted with that cute, confused look on her face I loved so much. "I guess I couldn't think of anything. I just naturally followed you, and when I nearly caught up to you it felt like normal, like we were out for our usual walk."

"Does that mean we're okay now?"

"I think it does," she smiled.

We continued to talk and eventually backtracked to the kiss that triggered my change. She was still very upset about the change of course. She missed Bobbi terribly. So did I, and that made me think it was time to tell her everything, starting with the easiest.

I hesitated for a moment but managed to spit out that I was transgendered. I wasn't sure before I became Bobbi last year but I was sure now. I was a girl inside. I was always a girl. Jill didn't know what to say to that so she hugged me instead. It was just what I needed, and it gave me the courage for what I was about to tell her next.

I finally told her the whole story about my dreams and visions. I'd held it inside for far too long and now I was spilling it all. I told her about loving her and that we were boyfriend and girlfriend long into the future. I described every detail to try to recapture the wonderful feelings I'd experienced. I hope I did it justice.

Jill sat through it all with a stunned look on her face and didn't utter a sound. I looked at her for a moment and waited for her to say something but she remained silent.

"Well?" I finally asked.

"That's quite a story," she said in a small voice.

"It's not a story. I really do love you."

"You do?" she squeaked.

"Yes, I really do."

Tears started trickling down her face then. My intuition told me they weren't really tears of sadness, nor of joy. They were more a mixture of relief and confusion. I think she was relieved we were getting closer and yet still confused about where to go from here. I felt the same way actually. I also felt like a hug would be much appreciated so I hugged her, and she hugged me back.

As we walked back to civilization, we went very slowly, and in spite of the rough walk down the hill, I took her hand in mine. It was a start.

* * *

The friendship between Jill and me continued to grow ever stronger. We spent most of our free time together since we had quite a lot of catching up to do. Our other friends were a little neglected but we did take some time to prepare for one special event. Adrian's birthday was on the 16th of June and we wouldn't miss it for the world.

Jill and I got together with Michelle and we shopped just like old times. Since I knew Adrian the best, I had lots of gift ideas and we got almost everything on the list. I got the gadgets so as not to bore the girls. I'm sure they had much more fun shopping for makeup and clothes. Then we all met up to see how much money we had left. I wanted to start a new tradition and get a friendship necklace. I hoped each of us would in turn receive one on our birthday over the coming year, and I hoped I'd be a girl again when my next birthday rolled around.

We held the party at Adrian's house and she was loud and obnoxious. She squealed and screamed like she was being tortured. She loved everything! I teased her about her behavior so of course I had to exaggerate. The boy in her seemed to like the teasing, especially when it came from a boy.

Thankfully, there was no photo shoot. I think my friends must have agreed it wouldn't be a nice thing to do since I didn't get one on my last birthday. I felt a little guilty but I got over it when I saw several recent pictures of Adrian on her bedroom wall. I could guess who took those pictures. They all had Michelle's style written all over them.

After the party, things returned to the way they'd gone most of the month. Sometime during the spring, Adrian had joined the photography club at school. Now she was together with Michelle, prowling the city looking for subjects to photograph. The two of them were inseparable. They were both camera crazy and had a great time. It was nice to see Adrian so happy and it also gave Jill and me an excuse to be alone.

Normally spring is the season for love, but this time it was summer. Jill and I had advanced beyond friendship. I'd always loved her, since before I even saw her, and now she wasn't far behind. It was incremental but it was happening. It was finally happening. Dreams can come true.

I will always remember July 3rd, 2036. That was a very special day. It was the first time I kissed Jill as a boy, and it was wonderful. It was also very appropriate since the next day was Independence Day. Fireworks were exploding everywhere in the week leading up to the 4th and with the spark between us, Jill and I blended right in every time we kissed.

I suppose it should be mentioned that the summer wasn't all love and kisses. It didn't slow me down at all but Michelle wasn't very happy. She broke up with Jamie.

It wasn't a surprise to any of us that they broke up. Michelle had been complaining about her relationship for the past few months. The only real surprise was that it lasted as long as it did. I think they only stayed together out of fear. They were afraid of being alone. They'd been together a long time and were too used to having each other around.

At least Michelle didn't need a lot of consoling since she saw it coming. She only needed a little help from her friends. The four of us would band together on weekends at the mall. Once there, we'd camp out around the busiest areas and watch boys - Michelle's favorite pastime.

Going boy watching was a little awkward for me but I was dragged into it anyway. My friends all saw the girl inside me, even though they all knew I wasn't attracted to boys. It didn't matter. I'd learned to appreciate masculine beauty in spite of my strong preference for girls. Michelle helped me with that oh so long ago, when it was just the two of us.

It was during our fourth weekend at the mall when I finally noticed a pattern. I don't know how I missed it before but I didn't realize Michelle had such a strong preference for one type of boy. I thought she pretty much liked them all. How wrong I was.

Then something really strange happened. I had visions! I hadn't had a vision since I was scanned for my post-MORFS exam last year. Now I was seeing a future, an impossible future. It seemed impossible anyway. My intuition was screaming at me that it was true but I refused to listen. I refused to acknowledge or think about it. I'd have to see it to believe it so of course I didn't say anything.

* * *

The very next weekend, our odd gang of four was back in the mall watching boys. We even started rating them on a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being the best, and as soon as we started, I had a strange feeling of deja vu. Rating boys reminded me of the first vision I'd had last time we were here.

I'd tried to forget about those visions but it was difficult since the first one now seemed to be coming true before my eyes. It started when the girls turned on me and insisted on rating me along with the other boys they'd been watching. I was desperate to distract them so I pointed out that Adrian was technically a boy as well as a girl. If I had to be rated, then so did she. That's when it hit me. My first vision had just come true!

After the giggling died down, Adrian stuck her tongue out at me and smiled to show me she wasn't really upset. Then she used what had become one of her favorite phrases.

"Bring it on."

So we rated her. Jill rated her as a 2 since she'd really only seen Adrian's feminine side. I rated her a 4. I'd known her before she blossomed and knew she was still a gadget geek. The real surprise - or what should've been a surprise if not for my second vision - was when Michelle rated Adrian a 9.

"A 9?!" I shouted along with Jill and Adrian. I couldn't help myself in spite of knowing she'd say it. I shouted out of surprise that my second vision had come true.

Michelle carefully explained that Adrian was nearly the perfect boy. She pointed out that Adrian loved gadgets - especially cameras - and had plenty more boyish traits. She also said that she and Adrian were the same size so they could share clothes. Then she added the shocking if obvious observation that Adrian could make love as a boy and father a child, and she finished with something I was already well aware of but hadn't thought of for some time.

"She's also a great kisser."

Jill and I were stunned and Adrian just blushed. Back in March on the train, Michelle and Adrian had kissed at the same time I was kissing Jill as a girl, but of course I hadn't seen it. I was too busy with Jill. That made me wonder how long they kept it up - long enough apparently. I could agree that Adrian was a great kisser though. I'd kissed her enough when were going together.

An awkward silence followed Michelle's announcement while we were all lost in our various thoughts. I was the first to recover and I simply couldn't resist saying something to relieve the tension.

"How do you know she's a great kisser? You only kissed that one time on the train."

Now it was Michelle's turn to blush, but it didn't last long.

"I'm fairly sure," Michelle said with a sly grin. "We could try again though if you need proof."

"Hey. I don't need proof," I countered. "I know she's great. But you go ahead if you want."

Michelle didn't hesitate at all. She went right over to Adrian and kissed her right there in front of all the passing shoppers, many of whom stopped to gawk. Adrian let out a little squeak at first but she soon forgot about being embarrassed and started enjoying the kiss. I mean she really enjoyed it.

When the two finished their extended lip lock, the crowd that had gathered - mostly boys of course - clapped and whistled, and then we had two brightly blushing friends. It was nice to see support for two girls kissing in Copely, even though it might not be for the right reason.

I smiled inwardly at the display. My third vision had just come true. I considered telling my friends about my fourth and last vision but I was too reserved to discuss it in public. I'd tell Jill later when I was alone with her. In the meantime, I just winked at my girl and crossed my fingers to get that puzzled look on her face that I loved so well.

When the girl-crazy boys in the mall finally gave up on a repeat performance and moved on, I decided it was time for the four of us to split up.

"Hey you two," I said to Michelle and Adrian. "I think you need to talk... in private. We'll see you later."

With that, I grabbed Jill's hand and led her away. We left the mall and headed to one of my favorite refuges: My backyard. Once there, we could discuss visions and sexuality and anything else we cared to talk about in a peaceful environment.

My parents had planted a lot of shrubs and small trees around the house. They also had a little fountain that burbled quietly in a far corner of the backyard. That's where I was taking Jill. We'd sit together on the grass and talk in the shade of some odd ornamental shrub that I couldn't identify. To me, it didn't matter what the shrub was called. I just liked its beauty and the shade it provided.

Jill was quiet the whole trip home from the mall. I thought she might want to figure out exactly what had happened so I left her alone. I knew her curiosity was driving her crazy but I also knew she wanted to figure everything out for herself. There'd be an interesting conflict going on inside that cute head of hers.

As soon as we sat down by the fountain, Jill spoke up.

"So what happened at the mall? And why did you wink and cross your fingers?"

"Don't you know?" I teased.

"I have an idea but I want to hear it from you."

"Okay. I'm sure we just saw the beginning of a beautiful relationship."

"I knew it!" Jill squealed.

"Then why didn't you say so?" I smirked.

I just got a tongue stuck out at me in response.

Jill had guessed the truth but was shy about voicing it. From the way Michelle had talked about boys, it seemed impossible that she could hook up with Adrian. I had to agree, but then I pointed out the type of boy that Michelle was attracted to. They were all fairly short, and slight of build, and they were all more than a little effeminate. That got a gasp of agreement out of my girl.

I also confessed that I had a little help. I had visions. I explained how they were just like my premonitions during my post-MORFS exam, and by now, I was sure my fourth vision was coming true. The two new young lovers were most likely consummating their relationship somewhere in private.

Jill's eyes went wide with that revelation. Then she playfully slapped me on the arm.

"That's cheating!" she laughed. She was talking about my visions of course.

I responded the same way she had to me a short time ago. I stuck my tongue out at her and smiled.

"So is Michelle bisexual then?" Jill asked me.

"I guess so. Adrian certainly looks to be all girl. Does it matter?"

"Not all all. It's just...," she hesitated. "I think I may be bisexual too."

"Huh?"

I couldn't believe my ears. I'd waited and hoped so long to hear those words. Why now?! Why did she have to wait so long?!

"When you kissed me as Bobbi," Jill continued. "I really enjoyed it. It was wonderful... at first. Then I thought about our uptight town and got scared. That's why I ran off."

"Oh. I wish you would've told me that earlier."

"I'm sorry. Forgive me?"

She looked at me with those big beautiful brown eyes and I melted. We kissed and I knew everything would be okay.

We continued to talk and I learned a bit more about Jill. She really liked boys but she was frustrated. She couldn't get past their personalities. They drove her crazy. That's why she never stuck with any one boy for very long. She always wished she could find a boy with a girl's personality. Then she looked at me and blushed. It seemed that her wish had come true.

Of course with the town's bigoted attitude, she wouldn't consider dating girls. She believed in fighting discrimination but even if she wanted to, she doubted she could find another lesbian or bisexual girl willing to try. Most of the people in town were just too intolerant. That meant she'd have to make due and keep dating boys as long as she lived here. Then she found me, as Bobbi.

She confessed she was really attracted to me as Bobbi and suspected I was strongly attracted to girls, long before I proved it with Adrian. Given enough time, she planned on making her feelings known. She just wanted to wait a little while, perhaps until after we graduated from high school. She knew she'd make a move if we went off to college together in another town. She couldn't deny her feelings for Bobbi.

Unfortunately, Adrian complicated matters. That was another reason she was upset after our first kiss on the train. She thought she could never have me, and that kiss was the ultimate tease. When Adrian and I got together, her heart sank.

Jill hid her feelings well. I had no idea, at least until her breakdown in the lunchroom when she first met me as Rob. That made me wonder. She seemed to take the news harder than a mere friend would. Even with Adrian around, she had hope that we could get together someday. Then, after Adrian and I broke up, I thought Jill would be happy. It left the door open for her, but she was still distant.

Now that I thought about it, it seemed obvious why she was so upset when I morphed back into Rob. She must have worried I'd have a typical boy's personality and she'd lose out on the chance for a wonderful relationship. Then I smiled because it gave me hope about our future together. I knew I'd turn back into Bobbi someday and Jill would be there for me. Things were turning out perfectly.

I felt things were moving along well but I was anxious to move faster. I imagined getting married and having children - all girls thanks to my double X sex chromosomes. Jill felt a bit overwhelmed when I said as much. For now, we were both very young and had plenty of time for such things. She agreed we'd have a wonderful life together but she wanted to take it slowly.

As long as we remained together, I'd be happy.

* * *

Michelle and Adrian got together as I predicted so now our group consisted of two couples instead of four friends. We double dated and spent a lot of time shopping together, and when we wanted quality time with our significant other, we split up. Jill and I preferred the great outdoors and the other half of our group spent their time slinking around Copely, usually with cameras in hand. It was a good arrangement.

Adrian's relationship with Michelle was somewhat discreet, as it was when I went steady with her. Those two love birds had to choose their romantic locations carefully to keep from scandalizing the town - and their families. Sometimes they let their passion get the best of them in public but they could explain it away by claiming artistic license. They were photographers and were just looking for interesting new ideas to explore for their craft. It might be a stretch but they could talk their way out of it. They were both very clever girls.

As Michelle stated at the mall, she and her girlfriend wore the same size clothes. What she didn't say was that Adrian had a large allowance. Adrian's parents both worked and made a lot of money. They also still had some guilt to work off from they way they'd treated Adrian in the past, before they accepted her as a daughter. That meant lots of clothes shopping and lots of clothes sharing. Michelle was on cloud nine.

Jill and I just shook our heads at our two love sick friends. Then we kissed and followed right behind them on the path to ecstasy.

It wasn't that long ago that I'd contemplated suicide, but now my girlfriend gave me something to live for, and she helped me appreciate being male. She helped me find balance between my male and female sides. In many ways, I was happier than I'd been as a girl with Adrian. That was a definite plus in my book.

Gwen saw the change in me, and by early August, she declared me to be beyond therapy and told me to never come back - good-naturedly of course. It was her humorous way of telling me she didn't think I needed her any more. My moods were good roughly half the time with only an occasional nose dive. I was a normal teenager again.

* * *

As predicted - not by visions but by the harsh reality of inexperienced teenage drivers throughout the country - I had a hard time borrowing the car. It was a no-win situation. I couldn't get driving practice to get better and I couldn't borrow the car because I wasn't a good driver. My parents wouldn't even drive with me. They got too stressed out. All I could do was practice in parking lots and back roads when one of my parents took me shopping. They'd go shopping and leave me with the car after a stern warning to be careful.

It was a good thing we had the town train, otherwise I wouldn't be able to take Jill anyplace nice - far from home that is. Being farther from home made us feel more grown up. We were on the verge of adulthood and wanted the freedom to do what we wanted, when we wanted. In other words, we wanted to be alone together.

As it was, the car was still a better option. It offered more flexibility in time and destinations and it allowed more privacy. I continued to press my parents to borrow it and never let an opportunity pass. Such was the case on August 12th. That was when the Perseid meteor shower peaked and I hoped to take Jill out to see the meteors that night. We saw them together last year but we didn't have a very good viewing site. We needed to get outside of town to have dark skies and get a good view of the shower.

It was Saturday and the meteor shower was next Tuesday. I figured that would give me enough time to work on my parents.

"Can I borrow the car?" I asked my dad during a television commercial. I waited until his show went to a commercial so I'd have a better chance of getting his attention.

"Go ask your mother," he said without looking at me.

"I did. She said to ask you."

"Well then. I guess the answer is no. Not tonight."

"I don't want to borrow it tonight," I said, trying not to get frustrated.

"When do you want it?" he said, still watching the television instead of me.

"Tuesday. Tuesday night. I want to take Jill a little ways out of town to watch the meteor shower."

"I don't know," he thought out loud. "That's a work night."

By now I was fed up. I just wanted to borrow the car late on a work night. There'd be very little traffic. It'd be safe. I certainly practiced driving long enough to survive the trip, and I'd proven myself to be responsible.

I felt like I was being treated like a little kid, or maybe more like a girl when I thought about it. Could my father be nervous about letting me go out? Was he treating me like a girl? Is that how he thought of me? That possibility surprised me. It also angered me. Maybe he really did love me more as a girl, but even if I was still a girl, I should be allowed to go out at night once in awhile. I had to grow up sometime.

Between the anger I felt and my desperation to get out with Jill, I came to a drastic decision. I had a very rough year and I felt like the universe owed me and owed me big, so I thought it was time to play dirty. If he wanted to treat me like a girl, I'd act the part.

My father still wasn't looking at me. He kept his eyes focused on the television in spite of the endless parade of mindless commercials, so I used that to my advantage.

"Oh daddy, please. Please let me have the car Tuesday night." I whined in my best falsetto.

"Bobbi, for the last time, you can't go out and that's final!" he shouted.

That did it. That proved he was treating me like a little girl. He even called me Bobbi.

I started crying then, and I shouted back at him.

"I'm not Bobbi! I'm not daddy's little girl!"

He turned to stare at me then. Now it was his turn to be surprised. I don't think he knew what he was saying.

"I'm not...," I trailed off. Then I turned and felt his eyes on my back as I ran upstairs to my bedroom to finish crying.

About 10 minutes later, there was a knock at my door.

"No males allowed," I sniffed. I assumed it was my father coming to apologize to me and I wasn't in the mood to see him just yet.

"Please let me in," I heard my mother say.

Dang. I used the wrong gender. So what could I do. I got up and opened the door.

"Your father feels terrible," she said. "Please go down and talk to him."

"Okay."

I hated myself for it later but it worked. I was able to borrow the car Tuesday night. I played my father perfectly, taking advantage of his guilt to get what I want. It bothered me but I truly was desperate to grow up and be alone with Jill.

* * *

The fateful day had arrived. It was a beautiful, clear night and the meteor shower was at its peak. Now all I had to do was pick up Jill and drive the short distance out of town.

It was no surprise that Jill's parents were allowing her to go. I'd been over enough as both Bobbi and Rob that they trusted me. That made me feel good. I was sure I'd like them as in-laws when the time came.

The only problem was the timing of the shower. The best time to watch was after midnight, when the earth turned more towards the source of the tiny dust grains that burned up in the upper atmosphere. That meant Jill and I would be out very late because we wanted to see a good show.

It was finally agreed that we'd be home by 2 AM. It was a special occasion so our parents would make an exception. They knew Jill and I had a love of both astronomy and the great outdoors, and the meteor shower was a great way to appreciate both. I thanked both sets of parents profusely and promised not to expect such a late curfew all the time.

So with the curfew set, we waited till around 8 PM and left. I wanted some daylight so it'd be easier to find the viewing spot I'd picked out several weeks ago. I drove slowly and carefully down the narrow road that led out of town to the east. There were fewer trees in that direction and I remembered a turnout near a small grassy hill that offered a good wide-open view of the sky.

Jill and I brought snacks, some blankets to lie on and warmer clothing for later. It could get cool at night, even in August. We spread the blankets out and laid down together for an eventful evening. There wouldn't be many meteors so early in the evening but there was still a chance to see some. We didn't mind. We could easily pass the time talking and holding hands. As long as we didn't kiss, I thought I could keep myself under control.

Though I fancied myself a night person, it was difficult to stay awake the whole time. It was very comfortable lying on blankets during that warm night. Jill and I ran out of things to talk about around 10 and were reduced to pointing out meteors as we saw them. Sometimes several minutes would go by before we saw one and that was all the time we both needed to fall asleep.

I woke up about two hours later feeling cold. I could tell about what time it was by the stars and I breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Thank goodness I didn't sleep any longer. I didn't want to think what would happen if I stayed out past the curfew.

I didn't move at first. I was lying on my left side with my right arm draped on Jill and I was afraid I'd wake her up. I didn't want to do that just yet. Her snoring was amusing me. She was lying on her back with her mouth slightly open, and it wasn't very loud but it was definitely snoring.

As I listened to Jill, I slowly realized where my hand was resting. It was on her right breast! I should've known something was different about it too but I was too embarrassed at the time. By reflex, I quickly pulled my arm back and unfortunately woke up my sleeping beauty. She stirred and immediately asked what time it was. She couldn't read the stars like I could.

I assured her we had plenty of time left and dug out the snacks after Jill mentioned she was hungry. I also put on my coat and helped Jill with hers. That's when she noticed something was different.

"What?" she suddenly said after adjusting her coat for the third time. "What is wrong with my bra?"

"You're still wearing it?" I joked.

That earned me a playful slap on my arm. Then she continued to fuss with her clothing and it wasn't long before she gasped. It wasn't her bra that was the problem. It was her right breast - the one I innocently had my hand on in my sleep. It no longer fit inside the bra.

Somehow, during the course of my sleep, I had shapeshifted her breast, causing it to grow a couple cup sizes. It had to be my shapeshifting power. There was no other explanation. I had to admit I wished Jill's breasts were larger and now one of them was. The only problem was what to do about it. I couldn't control my power.

 

 

To Be Continued...  

 

 

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