The Sleepover - Part 8

 

The next day was Saturday. Billy met up with Fred at his dad’s house.

“Did you bring it?” Fred whispered.

Billy nodded, clutching the backpack tight, unsure how to tell Fred what was happening.

“I’m not sure I want to do it anymore,” he blurted out.

Fred looked at him like he was crazy, “What? Why not?”

“It’s different,” Billy said, feeling awkward, knowing how it

sounded, “It’s weird. I mean, really weird.” 

Fred grinned, “Duh it’s weird, that’s why it’s fun!”

“It’s not just fun. It’s...” Billy stopped.

Fred waited, “It’s what?”

“Forget it,” Billy said.

“Dude, come on. We’ve got to at least try it one more time.”

“I don’t know,” Billy said, hesitating.

Fred seemed to notice something in Billy’s expression, a glimmer of excitement. He pounced on it, “I get it. You want to go first.”

Billy swallowed hard, “No. It’s your turn.”

He handed over the mask, feeling the loss of it as Fred’s fingers wrapped around it.

Fred wasted no time. He pulled the mask over his head and gasped as the transformation swept through him, faster, more complete, just like Billy’s had been last night.

His hair shot out, his body stretching into

a woman’s shape. Jeans strained against his thighs, hugging muscular curves. His shirt pulled tight across his chest. 

He was Erica again, grown and perfect.

Fred laughed, “It’s so intense!”

Fred's new voice was full of wonder, “Look at me, Billy. I’m so… womanly.”

He ran his hands over his body, feeling the fullness of it, the way his clothes hugged him tight.

Then he stopped.

“Whoa,” He looked at Billy, eyes wide, “Did you hear that?” 

Billy nodded.

He knew exactly what that meant, “It’s Erica.”

Fred hesitated, the shock of it plain on his face.

He ran a hand down his body, looked at Billy with a mixture of confusion and delight.

Then his eyes rolled up, “Oh! Oh my God…”

The nervous, shy look he’d had earlier was gone, replaced by something else.

“Hi Billy,” Fred looked at him, his expression soft, dreamy, “I think I’m going to keep this on for a while.”

Fred ran a hand through his hair, the movement languid and slow. Then he pulled off his shirt, exposing his bare breasts to Billy.

“Fred…” Billy gaped at the topless adult woman before him, “What are you doing?”

“Isn't this amazing?” Fred whispered, hands roaming his grown-up body.

“Yeah,” Billy managed, his voice shaky, “It’s… it’s weird.”

“Erica” laughed, breathy and soft.

Billy wasn’t sure if he was talking to Fred or to the woman Fred had become.

Fred sauntered over to him and threw him onto the bed.

“Fred?!” Billy's voice was a high, startled squeak. 

Fred pinned Billy’s arms above his head, a playful, adult strength in his grip.

“You like it, don’t you?” Fred said, leaning over him, hair cascading in a curtain around them.

Billy’s heart raced. He didn’t know what to say, what to do. He was trapped beneath Fred’s grown-up body, and it was terrifying.

Fred’s expression softened, “You’re such a boy, Billy. I can’t believe you don’t want to be like this.”

Fred’s hands were on his chest, lingering, squeezing, “It feels so good.”

He started to grid against Billy, his hips moving in a slow, rhythmic motion, “Being a woman is the best thing ever.”

Billy was dizzy with fear, with confusion, with something else. He could hardly breathe.

“Fred,” he gasped, trying to wriggle free, “Stop it!”

Just as “Erica” started leaning in for a kiss, Billy found the seam and pulled hard.

The transformation began to unspool, limbs shrinking, hair and features reverting. Fred’s body collapsed on top of Billy’s, panting, the mask limp in his hands.

Fred rolled off him, back to being Fred, wide-eyed and breathless.

They lay on the bed, neither saying anything for a long while.

Billy finally sat up, staring at his friend, “What happened?”

Fred still seemed dazed, “It was like she took over, Billy. Like I was … fading.”

Billy shivered, “I know. It’s scary.”

“Scary?” Fred looked at him, incredulous, “It's insane. It's awesome.”

“You were gone, Fred. I didn't think you were coming back.”

Fred hesitated, “I was still in there. Kind of.”

“Not kind of. You weren’t you.”

Fred looked at the mask, the rubber and hair tangled in his grip, “Maybe we’re not doing it right.”

“What do you mean??” Billy’s voice rose, almost a wail, “It was turning you into her!”

“I don’t know. But I think we should try to tame her.”