Naughty or Nice (TG, BE)

((Author's note: I'm trying to write more and get into the habit of writing 3000-5000 words a day. My next story will be straight to public release given it has content Patreon isn't happy about.))

“I heard you’ve been very good this year.  Well, it’s time you were a bit naughty this holiday season.”

Stewart reread the letter three times. The large box did not have a return address and the letter didn’t have a signature, only the common symbol for women.  The contents, though, were a tad alarming.  As far as Stewart was aware, no one knew he secretly wished to be a woman.  Inside the box was a blond wig, a silicone chest plate, a pink choker, a package of pink panties, a matching bra, a pastel pink skirt, and a long-sleeved shirt the same shade as the skirt.  Under all that was a pair of pink heels.

He had to admit that the whole get-up turned him on.  He didn’t remember taking off his clothes, but he was slipping the chest plate on as he pondered who might have sent the package.  Tucking his dick between his legs, he pulled the panties up his already smooth legs.  He’s had laser hair removal done before Halloween from the neck down and had gone as a busty vampiress to a Halloween party.

Now, a bit more than a month later, he’d gotten this gift.  He slipped the bra on, which was sized perfectly for the apple-sized breasts of the chest plate.  Something was off, though, Stewart thought, but he couldn’t place it.  Wiggling into the skirt, he wished his ass was a bit curvier.  His ass was fairly flat, being a guy, but he could wish.

Next came the long-sleeved crop top.  Tugging it over his chest, he turned and enjoyed how it accentuated his large chest.  After that, he slid the hair cap over his short brown hair and followed with the wig.  He used the hairpins to make sure the wig stayed in place.

The heels could wait.  He was certain he had a pair of pantyhose somewhere.  He knew he had blush and lipstick.

If anything, he felt more feminine than normal after applying blush, mascara, and lipstick.  He blew a kiss to his reflection. He didn’t remember shaping his eyebrows, but he must have at some point.  If he saw a woman like his reflection on the street, Steward would have been attracted to her.  He made his way out to the living room and slid the pink choker around her neck, hiding where the chest plate reached his neck.

As Stewart put on the heels, his phone chimed.  It was his best friend, Luna.  “Still wanting to hit a club tonight?”

Club?  Tonight?  What was Luna talking about?  Stewart admitted to himself that he looked like a club girl.  What would Luna think?

“I can pick you up at six.  If you’re dolled up, I’ll make it worth your while,” came a second text.

Did Luna know?  She must.  Checking the time, there wasn’t enough time to clean the makeup off, change and get ready.  “I’ll be here with heels on,” Steward texted back.  “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Stewart said to himself.  He blinked and reached for his throat.  “Is that my voice?” Steward asked the room.  It was higher pitched and struck him as feminine.

Stewart shook his head, the shoulder-length blond hair trailing along his shoulders.  None of this made sense.  Still, as he put on the heels, he was surprised to find that it felt natural to walk in them.  The additional height was nice, as he was normally slightly on the short side.

Stewart was startled by a knock at the door.  Mincing his way over, Stewart opened the door.  The woman on the other side of the door was decked out in white latex, her breasts slightly larger than Stewart’s.  She squealed in delight.  “Oh my, Stephy, you outdid yourself,” Luna said, kissing each of Stewart’s cheeks.  Stewart blushed.  He liked that name.  He’d never decided on a woman’s name, but Stephany fit nicely.  “Are you ready to go?”

Stewart arched an eyebrow.  “You did promise you’d make it worth my while,” Stewart noted.

Luna grinned at Stewart.  “I did, didn’t I?”  Luna wrapped her arms around Stewart, her hands resting on Stewart’s ass as her lips pressed against Stewart’s.  Stewart moaned into the kiss, parting his lips and sucking on Luna’s tongue.

They broke the kiss slowly, Stewart’s heart racing.  “You know, we could stay here instead.”

Luna smiled.  “Not a chance.  It’s lady’s night.  Also, Cassandra’s working tonight.”

Stewart remembered the busty waitress he always found himself staring at.  He’d never dared to flirt with her.  “Not that she’s going to notice me,” Stewart said, pouting cutely.

“Not before, she wouldn’t.  She’s not into guys.”

It took a moment for that to sink in.  “Oh!” Stewart said as it dawned on him.  “Hopefully, she’ll be okay with this.”

“Trust me, Stephy, she’ll never know,” Luna said, kissing Stewart’s cheek before smacking his ass.  “Come on, let’s go.”

Stewart followed Luna out to her car, his hips swaying.  He was unaware that his rear end had been swelling outward ever since Luna groped him.  He struggled to pull the belt across his chest.  His boobs looked larger since Luna kissed him.  Maybe the size of grapefruits?  He was about to ask Luna if his boobs were bigger, but that was ridiculous.  Silicone didn’t magically fill.

When they arrived, there was no doubt that Stephanie’s boobs were bigger.  His boobs had been large handfuls when they’d left.  Now, they were closer to the size of honeydew melons.  Getting out of Luna’s car, Stephanie looked at the club.  There were some guys there, but there was no cover for women.  She had to admit that some of the guys were hot.  She wondered briefly what it would feel like to get fucked. She felt someone grope her ass.  Looking to her left, she relaxed once she realized it was Luna.

“Checking out the hot piece of cheese in the beige polo?” Luna asked with a smile.  “You wouldn’t have a chance.  You’re not his type.”

“And what type would that be?” Stephanie asked as they approached the door.

“He likes people like Samuel,” Luna explained.  Samuel was one of their friends who worked at a gym.  Samuel was a bodybuilder and had flirted with Stephanie until he realized they weren’t into guys.

Stephanie paused at that.  Wait?  Had she gone out as Stephanie to the gym?  She wasn’t sure.  Shaking her head, she was certain that her dick was still tucked between her legs.  She was a guy under all this, right?

“Hey Kerry,” Luna said, addressing the bouncer.  The Amazonian woman in a t-shirt that showed off her muscled arms and large breasts nodded to Luna and Stephanie.  “Are we good to go in?”

“Sure thing, girls.  I think Cassie is looking for you and Stephy,” the gravelly-voiced bouncer replied.  “Oh, and the boss put piña coladas on sale tonight.”

The pair walked in and headed straight for the bar.  “I could really use a drink,” Stephanie said.  “I can’t believe I’m here like this.”

“Relax, Stephy,” Luna said.  She handed the bartender her card.  “Hey Lenny.  Start a tab for me and Stephy,” Luna noted.  “She’s the designated driver tonight.  I’ll take a piña colada.  She’ll have a pink lemonade.”

“Coming right up,” the bartender Lenny said before handing Luna back her card.  He returned with their drinks.  The pair stood there and sipped them and looked around.  The dance floor was almost empty.

Luna smiled as she ordered a second drink.  Stephanie seemed pensive.  “You okay, Steph?”

Stephanie nodded.  “I think so.  Just, something weird is going on.”

“Odd how, hon?” Luna asked before sipping on her second drink.

Stephanie had finished her second lemonade.  “I don’t remember my chest plate being this big.”

“Chest plate?” Luna asked.  Her expression was confused.  “What are you talking about?”

“My boobs.  They’re a chest plate.  They’re also bigger than when we left,” Stephanie said, feeling frustrated.

“Are you fucking with my, Stephie?  You’ve always had big boobs.”

“Then why did you text me about…” Stephanie pulled her phone out of her purse.  It took her a moment to pull up the text.  Her chin fell open in shock.  “No, this isn’t what this said earlier.”  The texts before once read about being dolled up.  Now, there was a comment about wearing the crop top that showed off Stephanie’s boobs.

“How is this possible?” Stephanie asked herself.  She was about to ask Luna another question when she realized her friend had slipped away to the dance floor and was now dancing with a cute girl in goth purple.  Shaking her head, Stephanie returned her phone to her purse.  She was about to order another lemonade when the urge to pee hit her.

Luna would be fine for a bit.  Heading toward the restrooms, Stephanie almost turned into the men’s restroom, but stopped herself.  Heading into the bathroom, she slipped into a stall.  Wiggling out of her skirt and tugging down her pantyhose, panic began to fill Stephanie as she tugged her panties down.  When her hand went between her legs, there was nothing there but a slit.

“This can’t be happening,” she voiced.  The urge to pee hit her again.  Sitting down, Stephanie relaxed and let go.  Peeing like this felt different, but it wasn’t like she could stand up and pee without a dick.  Lifting the crop top in the front, Stephanie realized that there wasn't a chest plate.  There was simply bare skin.  Unlatching the collar around her neck, she ran her fingers around her neck.  Like her waist, there was no edge between where her silicone chest plate should start and her neck.

Still sitting on the toilet, Stephanie lifted her crop top.  As she did, she felt the sensation of pulling it up over her cantaloupe-sized breasts.  They were still growing and they were part of her.  Slipping her fingers down the cup of her bra, she dragged her nail over her nipple and gasped.  Her breasts were real.  Slipping her crop top back down, Stephanie’s mind whirled.

Shaking her head, she tried to pull the wig off only to realize it was now her hair.  Standing up, it took her a moment to figure out how to clean herself off before pulling her panties back up, followed by her hose and skirt.  Stephanie exited the stall and stood in front of the sinks.  As she washed her hands, she realized that her face was thinner.  Her nose was relatively aqualine, but the rest was feminine.  Her makeup still looked good.

“I’m taking my break,” a woman’s voice said as the door to the women’s bathroom opened.  Stephanie turned to see the busty, blue-haired bartender she’d had a crush on.  “Oh, hi there,” Cassie said.  “Stephanie, right?”

Stephanie nodded.  “And you’re Cassie.  I’ve seen you here a few times.”

“I’ve seen you, too,” Cassie said with a seductive gaze.  “Let me just powder my nose.”  She slid into a stall.  Stephanie stood there, waiting.  She watched as Cassie exited the stall and washed her hands.  “Are you here alone?”

“I’m Luna’s designated driver.”

“That’s nice of you,” Cassie noted, leaning against the sink.  Her eyes drifted up and down Stephanie’s body.  Stephanie felt her cheeks heat up at the searing gaze Cassie gave her.  “Look, I’m here until close.”  She reached into her apron and pulled out a bill.  “Call your friend a cab,” Cassie said, winking at Stephanie.

Cassie exited a moment before a red-head woman with an olive complexion walked into the bathroom.  Her hair was up in a riotous bun and the cream colored dress she was wearing was the perfect shade to complement her skin tone.  In addition to that, she had pert breasts and a curvy rear.  If Stephanie wasn’t freaking out inwardly about what had happened to her and had an interested Cassie asking for Stephanie to wait for the end of her shift, Stephanie would’ve considered making a pass at the woman.

“Having fun?” the woman asked.  Her voice was thick with a Greek accent.

“Kind of?” Stephanie replied.  “It’s been a weird day.”  Stephanie looked down at her chest.  Her breasts were easily as big as her head and, given Stephanie’s luck, still growing.  “I should probably go check on Luna.”

“Have fun, Stewart.”

Stephanie froze at the door.  She turned to see a smug grin on the woman’s face.

“Oh, come now, you didn’t think you’d go through all of this without looking in on you,” the woman said, smiling.

“You know who I am?” Stepahnie asked in a quiet whisper.

“Yes, I know exactly who you are and who you were.  You were the answer for a problem I needed to solve,” the woman walked over to Stephanie, her hips swaying enticingly.  “My priestess, I do love her passion, but she’s been alone without someone to share her life with.  Once I saw you, saw what was in your heart, what you desired, I couldn’t have picked a better person to bless, to become not only what you truly desired but what my priestess desired as well.  You both have the same taste it seems.”

“Priestess?” Stephanie asked.  Her mind spun back to the note, then to the woman in front of her.  It wasn’t just the common symbol of women on the note.  “Aphrodite?”

“In the flesh, so to speak,” she replied with a flourish.  “How are you enjoying being the fairer sex?”

“I haven’t been long enough to know.”

Aphrodite laughed.  “To the contrary, Stephanie, you’ve been a woman all your life.  Now your body has caught up with your soul.  You’re still miss goody two shoes, though.”  The smile Aphrodite gave Stephanie was full of mischief.  “Go out, have a good time.  Oh, and don’t worry about a cab for your friend.  I took care of that.”

Stephanie blinked.  “Are you… of course you’re sure.  You’re a goddess.”

“And you’re smart, too,” Aphrodite replied, patting Stephanie on the cheek.  “Go on, child,  My priestess is waiting.”  Aphrodite exited the bathroom.  Stephanie hurried after her, but Aphrodite had vanished.

Cassie waved at Stephanie as soon as she saw her.  Just then, Mimi stumbled into Stephanie, her arm hooked with a blond-haired goth woman.  “Hey, Stephie, this is Sunny.  We’re heading to her place.  Don’t wait up.  Just don’t scratch up my car on the way back.  I’ll get it tomorrow.”

Stepahnie nodded and waved as the pair made their way to the door.  She moved over to sit near where Cassie was tending bar.  Cassie winked at her.  “What can I get you?”

“Cherry lemonade,” Stephanie replied.  She leaned forward on the barstool, resting her huge breasts on her arms.  “You wouldn’t believe the day I had.”

“I’ve had those days,” Cassie said, returning with the glass.  “Hungry?”

“For you, absolutely,” Stephanie said with a grin.  “I could go with some mozzarella sticks, though.”

“Can do,” Cassie replied.  She came back after placing the order and, to Stephanie’s amazement, leaned over the bar to kiss her.  “I figured I’d give you a taste before you got the full course later.”  Cassie said, winking at Stepahnie before turning to serve another patron.

Stephanie smiled, heat rising on her cheeks.  She spent the rest of the night chatting with Cassie between customers and listening to Cassie give advice.  The more she listened, the more Stephanie realized almost all of the customers were looking for romance.  Sometimes they flirted with Cassandra, who deftly suggested other patrons before giving a steaming look at Stephanie.  She began to relax as she realized Cassie only had eyes for her.

“Last call!” Lenny yelled a few hours later.  He nodded at Cassie.  “You need me to cash you out?”

“Please,” Cassie said.  She walked over and tore off a bit of receipt paper.  She wrote down her address and phone number.  “Care to follow me home?”

“I’d love to,” Stephanie replied.  She took the paper and slipped it into her purse.  “I need to drop Luna’s car off at my place first.  See you in half an hour?”

“I’m counting on it.”

Stephanie headed to Luna’s car and got in.  She had trouble getting in because of her massive boobs, now as big as basketballs.  Her back felt sore as she relaxed into the seat.  She pictured her medicine cabinet and the acetaminophen inside.  It wasn’t long before she pulled in next to her own car.  The silver hatchback had been hers as long as she remembered.

Opening the door, her apartment looked similar to how it had been.  She stayed long enough to take some pain meds for her back and freshen her makeup before heading out to her car.  Ten minutes later, she pulled up next to a duplex and behind the car she’d seen Cassie get into.

Knocking on the door, Cassie was wearing a pair of red silk pajamas.  Her nipples poked through the top.  Stephanie felt her own nipples harden.  The smile that was on Cassie’s lips as she looked at Stephanie melted her to her core.  Stephanie tried not to be distracted by the fact that not only did she have a pussy, but that it was wet from the look of desire Cassie gave her.

“So, are you going to come in or just stand there?” Cassie teased.

Stephanie stepped inside.  Cassie closed the door behind her.  Stephanie only got a glimpse of Cassie’s apartment, decorated with Greek decorations and figurines, before Cassie pushed her against a wall, their tits mashing against one another.  Cassie had to pull Stephanie’s head down to kiss her, but that was fine.  She was firmly in control and the power dynamic, new as it was to Stephanie, was intoxicating.  Stephanie parted her lips and sucked on Cassie’s tongue.

Cassie broke the kiss slowly.  “I’ve wanted you all night,” Cassie said.  “By the gods, you are beautiful.”

“You’re pretty sinful yourself,” Stephanie said, her hands caressing Cassie’s hips.  Stephanie smiled as Cassie slid her hands up Stephanie’s sides, lifting the crop top up over Stephanie’s head.

“Fuck, those are real!” Cassie exclaimed.

“They are now,” Stephanie thought.  “You know, you don’t have to stop with the crop top.”

Cassie reached around and unhooked the six hooks on Stephanie’s bra, freeing her massive breasts.  She grinned as she covered her face with one of the cups, breathing in Stephanie’s scent.  Twirling Stephanie’s bra over her head, she tossed it onto the recliner in the living room before turning to sit on the couch.  Cassie smiled at Stephanie as she unbuttoned her night shirt, exposing her large, creamy beasts.  She let the night shirt drop from her body before stretching out on the couch.  “Fuck, I can’t believe how much I want you,” Cassie said, her voice husky with need.

Stephanie kicked her pumps off and wiggled out of her skirt before climbing over Cassie.  She fingered the pendant around Cassie’s necklace.  “Sometimes, we need something a little naughty in our lives, and I am a creature of lust.”  She tilted her head down to capture Cassie’s lips briefly, pressing her crotch against Cassie’s.  “Tell me to stop and I will,” Stephanie said, leaving things up to Cassie.

“Please, I want this, Steph,” Cassie said, her hands going to Stephanie’s hips.  “But I want to be on top.”

“I like that idea,” Stephanie said, slipping off Cassandra.  When Cassie stood, she wiggled out of her pajama bottoms, showing the silky red panties beneath.  She took Stephanie’s hand and led her to her bedroom.  “This is so not like me.  I’ve never felt this attracted to someone before.”

“This from a priestess of Aphrodite?” Stephanie asked.  Cassie paused until Stephanie gestured to the small shrine in Cassie’s bedroom.  “Why else have a shrine to a goddess in your bedroom of all places?  I’m sure she approves of this.”

“I do indeed,” said a voice in Stephanie’s head.

Cassie smiled and kissed Stephanie’s cheek before gesturing at the shrine.  “I suppose you’re right.”  Stephanie slid up on the bed only to watch Cassie slowly pull Stephanie’s panties down her legs.  She crawled up between Stephanie’s legs before trailing her tongue up and down Stephanie’s pussy, causing her to moan in pleasure.  “You’re so wet.  Do I turn you on that much, lover?”

“More than I can ever say,” Stephanie admitted, her mind whirling.  Sex as a woman with a woman was a whole other beast than anything she’d experienced.  Yet, thinking about it, thoughts of how to pleasure Cassie filled her.

“You’re welcome,” Aphrodite’s voice said in Stephanie’s mind.  There was a laughter of amusement and the voice was gone.

Cassie moved up Stephanie’s body, kissing her slowly, her tongue licking around Stephanie’s nipples before blowing cool air over them, stiffening Stephanie’s already hard nipples.  Cassie then moved to one knee before rubbing her panty-covered pussy against Stephanie’s bare one.  She hadn’t realized she was hairy between her legs until just then, but the feeling of silk against smooth skin caused her to moan.

“Like that, do you?”

“Mmmhmm…  I want more,” Stephanie pleaded.

“Have you ever made love to a woman before,” Cassie asked.

“Not like this,” Stephanie replied, settling for what was technically the truth.

“I plan to make sure you enjoy it.”

As Cassie ground against her, she was certain that would be true.  Even as she brought Stephanie to her first female orgasm, that was only the start.  When Cassie slid on a strap-on, Stephanie spread her legs.

“I want to be your naughty slut!” Stephanie cried out as Cassie pumped her pussy with the strap-on.

“On the nightstand, there’s a dildo.  Show me how naughty you are, lover.”

Stephanie reached for the dildo.  In the back of her mind, she realized it was the size of her old dick  She didn’t care. She only cared about being a lustful slut for Cassie, a supplicant to this priestess of lust, grateful for the body her goddess had given her.  As she sucked on the dildo, it had a familiar tang to it.

“Mmm, I had that in my pussy before going to work.  It is so fucking hot seeing seeing it in your mouth while I fuck you.  You’re my naughty fuckslut, aren’t you Stephie?” Cassie continued to ram the strap-on deep into Stephie’s pussy.  Stephanie slid the dildo in and out of her mouth while her free hand groped her massive boobs and tugged on her nipple.

It wasn’t long before she came a second time.

She felt more than saw Cassie get off the bed.  The dildo still in her mouth, Stepahine felt almost complete.  Her body was worn out.  She felt Cassie’s hand pull the dildo out from Stephanie’s mouth before the scent of Cassie’s arousal filled her senses and the wide hipped priestess lowered her pussy over Stephanie’s mouth.

Stephanie didn’t hesitate.  She knew just how to pleasure Cassie now.  She wanted to give Cassie the pleasure that Cassie had given her.  As her hans gripped Cassie’s ass and her tongue lapped expertly, fucking Cassie’s pussy with her tongue and flicking it against Cassie’s clit, she knew she never would want anything as much as sharing pleasure with Cassie.  As Cassie came, her juices dripping, Stephanie lapped them up eagerly.  A moment later, Cassie collapsed next to Stephanie, her arm draped across Stephanie’s wide hips.

“Was I naughty enough?” Stephanie teased.

“Well, tomorrow’s my day off,” Cassie offered.  “Care to stay the night?”

“I’d love to.”

The next morning, Stephanie woke up on her side, staring into Cassie’s eyes as Cassie trailed her fingers over Stephanie’s breasts.  The sheet covering her had fallen down around her hips.

“I want to make love to you again,” Cassie said in a hushed whisper, “but I should make breakfast.”

“Breakfast can wait,” Stephanie said before sliding atop Cassie.

“I suppose it can.”

FIN