FORCED CHANGES 4

Feature Writer: capn_doggy /
Feature Title: FORCED CHANGES 4 /
Story Codes: Futanari, Transgender, Femdom, Reluctance, Transformation, Succubus, Dickgirl, Groping, Teasing, Games /
Synopsis: Fun and games for Lexi and Syd until someone gets hurt… /
Author’s Note: Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I hope you enjoyed it as it is my first time publishing any sort of work. Please let me know what you thought of it, any feedback is welcome /

Forced Changes – Chapter 4

I stood there stunned, my mouth slightly agape as Lexi pulled me to her chest and started counting down. “Three, two, one. Your six hours are up honey. You’re all mine now,” she finished with a throaty growl.

Uh oh.

I giggled as she swept me up into her embrace, burying my face in her shoulder as she carried me to the bed. Wrapping my legs around her like it was the most natural thing in the world, I kissed her cheek. I expected her to be all over me devouring me with kisses and touches. Instead, she laid me softly on the bed and stood over me quietly.

“Would it be okay if I controlled the pace?” she asked, with barely concealed excitement.

I hesitated a little before replying. “Sure. Whatever you want. I am but clay to be sculpted to your hands.” My thighs got dampened in anticipation. “Your very talented hands.” Rubbing my thighs together brought little relief to my building excitement.

She moved to her bedstand and pulled out a sleep mask.

“Here,” she said, tossing me the mask.

My eyes danced between Lexi and the mask as I began to understand Lexi’s plans. Slipping the mask on, the world was swallowed in darkness. Quivering slightly, I fought to keep from moving around as I tried to anticipate her touch. I slowly calmed as she moved about the room, abstaining from touching me, seemingly delighting in her friendly torment.

“Ssshhh. Easy there stallion. Let’s ease into this,” she said in a soothing voice.

My quivering stopped under her gentle caress as her hands embraced my hips and gently turned me onto my stomach. Folding my hands under my chin I relaxed into the pillow top mattress. Her hands stayed at my hips as she started smooth little circles that slowly moved towards my back. A shuddery breath rattled out of me as the tension fled my body under her deft fingers. She released my back for a moment and the sharp spice of her scent wafted over me. A moment later her hands were back, this time on my shoulders, slippery with lotion. The lotion seemed special as it warmed and worked its way into my muscles relaxing them further. The tingly heat ran it’s way down my body as it pooled in my pelvis. Lexi kept up her tender caresses as she worked her way from my shoulders down my back, thighs, and finished with my first foot massage.

Definitely not the last if I have my way.

She gently set my foot down on the bed.

I wonder what she’s going to do…

Thwack!

My thoughts were interrupted by a stinging smack on my right butt cheek. My initial reaction was outrage. I pushed myself off the bed with my elbows ready to yell at Lexi.

“Shhhhh…” Lexi shushed me tenderly.

She encouraged me back down to the bed with one hand between my shoulder blades as her other soothed the irritated area with gentle massages. Her strokes eased me down slowly to the bed, almost apologizing with their gentleness. As my shock faded I noticed that the stinging burn transformed into a pleasurable warmth that sunk even deeper into my body.

Okay. Maybe she does know what she’s doing.

The sharp dip into pain made the return to pleasure all the sweeter. I groaned as Lexi kneaded my ass like a particularly troublesome bit of bread dough. After I was softened to her satisfaction she pulled away and gently urged me to roll over. Flopping like a gelatinous mass I was eased onto my stomach. Laying my arm against my forehead, I sighed as my desire continued to rise. Desperately wanting to remove the blindfold and stare into her bright blue eyes I curled my toes impotently. I focused my senses on her hands as they pushed their way from my ribs to my belly button. She was still using the warm lotion and, laying on my stomach, the scent was so much stronger.

How the hell did she get a lotion that smelled just like her?

The answer struck me like a bag of bricks to the head.

“So Lexi, what exactly are you using as a lotion?”

“Ummm… do you really want to know?” she said hesitantly.

“Does it come out your ass?”

“Ewwww. No, of course not.”

“Then, yes, I do want to know. I’m more curious than anything else,” I said, slightly surprised to find it true.

Shouldn’t I be grossed out by this? Oh well, who’s going to judge.

“It’s milk. Well, not really milk, but it comes out my nipples.”

“Oh okay.” I started squirming again as the heat settled into my stomach. It’s the heat, definitely not that the idea of her rubbing something from her breasts all over my body turns me on.

Evidently my restlessness did not go unnoticed and she stopped her finger that was circling around my bellybutton.

“Does that turn you on?” she asked.

“…Maybe a little.” I whispered, a little ashamed of it. She must have heard something in my voice cause she leaned in close and whispered, “Good. It turns me on too. The thought of you covered in a thin layer of me is just… MMmmmm,” she let out a wavering moan. I tucked some hair that was tickling my cheek back behind my ear.

She gave my neck a quick kiss before returning to her massage. My thighs were the next item on her agenda and I felt a dollop of the “lotion” applied skin to skin directly from the source. The maneuver sent a little thrill running through my body and a shiver built at the center of my lower back and shot across my body like a ripple in a pond. Lexi decided to up the ante by sliding her tail between my labia and butt cheeks. It didn’t press very hard, but it provided some very enjoyable friction. She matched the rhythm of her hands with the rhythm of her tail and I quickly found myself involuntarily thrusting to deepen the contact, my back arching off the bed as my hips pushed forward.

Lexi kept up her relentless touching that paradoxically caused me to both clench and relax my muscles. She finished at my ankles and my muscles quaked as there was only one place left to touch. The anticipation was so much that I could feel myself approaching the peak, her tail had finally provided just enough pressure to push me over the edge…

Until she yanked me back by pinching and twisting my nipples hard. I gasped at the sudden onslaught of pain. Soon I was gasping for another reason as she palmed one of the throbbing pink nubs while she laved the other with her tongue. Her tempo increased and orgasm came rushing back twice as strong to flood the bed with my pleasure. Jerking around like a possession victim I lost control of my limbs for a couple of moments, Lexi continuing her passionate work with her mouth and fingers. Eventually, the paroxysms left me and, as I settled, so too did Lexi, easing her pressure as the pleasure ebbed from my body.

I laid there for a bit, breathing harshly in a pool of my own juices, shivering a little as my heartbeat slowed. Lexi had stopped her ministrations and slowly peeled back the blindfold. The soft light of the room felt blinding to my eyes as I squinted against it. My moist skin cooled under the room’s airflow and my shivering intensified. Lexi beamed down at me like she had just won the lottery. She clambered onto the bed herself and laid her body over mine, banishing the cold as she laid her ear over my breasts. Pondering the weird comfort of the fact that the expected strangeness of my feminine form never formed, I looked down to see Lexi smiling up at me.

“Why do you look so happy? You didn’t give me a chance to satisfy you, to return the favor?” I asked as I ran my fingers through her silken hair.

“Trust me, I was plenty satisfied. You, helpless under my hands like that, quivering…” she sighed longingly. “I wish I could replay that moment over and over.” She inhaled sharply.

“You know if we had a video camera…” she said suggestively.

“No,” I said sharply.

“Awwwww. Please. I promise I’d behave. It would be very tasteful.”

“No, just no. It doesn’t matter how beautiful you think I am or how much I enjoyed it. I’m not going to let you record me at my most vulnerable. I’ve always been a little self-conscious of my looks. Heck, my mom had to beg, bribe or threaten me to get me to take family photos during the holidays.”

“Fine. No video cameras,” then she smiled slyly. “You said you enjoyed it. Does my honey like a little punishment to go with her pleasure?”

“…I’m not going to answer that,” I said with as much dignity I could muster.

“I think you just did. Also, I don’t just think you are beautiful, you are beautiful and I will eventually get you to believe that too.” She said this while nailing me to the bed with a challenging stare. “That’s something for later because you know what we need now…” she said while walking her fingers up my ribs.

“Not round two,” I said huffing. “Round one really wore me out.”

“Nope. Water,” she wrinkled her nose at the state of the bed. “And new sheets.” She leaned in further and gave my pussy a nudge with her hand, ” and a towel.” She leaned in even further and her tongue darted out and gave my puddle a lick. “Correction: make that towels, plural.” She flashed me a beaming smile before hopping off the bed, heading toward the bathroom.

“You’re gross and your attempt to embarrass me is not going to work,” I called after her as my face flushed despite my words. She returned bearing a couple of large plush towels and tossed me one.

“Really? Cause your cherry red makeup says otherwise.” She surreptitiously wiped her own thighs off and set the towel down before heading to the kitchen. Shaking my head I pulled the towel to my chest and set about cleaning myself off. Lexi returned shortly with a large glass of water that I gulped down thirstily.

She gently brushed my sweaty locks behind my ear and cupped my cheek possessively.

“So, now that I’ve gotten to do what I want, what do you want to do?” She asked, teasing a little.

“You have successfully drained me of all my energy and desire to do things.”

“So popcorn and a movie?”

“Exactly. I’ll even let you pick because it’s your house.”

“Our house now,” she said as I followed her into the living room area.

I thought about that for a second before replying. “Yeah, we need to discuss that because my rent is going to be due in a couple of days and if I’m moving out I need to let my landlady know.” I sprawled out across the couch as she picked a movie from the shelves and threw it onto the tv.

“What’d you pick?” I asked as she returned to the couch. I grinned up at her as I refused to move to give her space.

“What?” I asked with a smile, wiggling my feet and stretching out comfortably.

She poked me hard in the stomach causing me to instinctively curl up to protect my squishy bits. As I imitated a hedgehog, Lexi took the opportunity to slide under my head.

“Well played,” I said with a laugh. She bounced her thighs, jiggling my head around.

“Now ssshhhh, the movie’s starting.” The Bourne Identity started up and I looked up at her.

“Solid choice. I would have expected you to go for something with a bit of spice, though.”

“I’m not just about sex. I have other stuff I’m interested in,” she huffed. “Although when the sex is that good it’s hard to think of other things.

“What else do you enjoy? Nefting was okay, not really my thing so I’m probably not going to join you too much. At least we share some movies together, Star Wars and now Bourne Identity is a good start. What do you do with friends?” I snickered a little. “Besides doing friends of course.” A rosy tinge spread across her cheeks at that.

Ha. Finally got one over on her.

“Hey, that was before I even met you. There’s nothing wrong with a little fun between friends.”

“I know. I’m just teasing you. Seriously, though. Personally, I enjoy reading books and playing video games. I also enjoy having some fun with you.” I pulled her into a quick kiss as the Universal music played in the background.

“Sometimes we get together on Sunday for some pickup football. The games can get pretty competitive but it’s fun.”

“You play pickup football?” I asked in surprise. She nodded.

“I used to enjoy backyard football with some friends back in high school. Do you play two hand touch or tackle?” She looked very confused for a second before she started laughing. Confused, I got a little embarrassed and then a little angry for getting embarrassed.

“I’m sorry I’m so amusing for you. Will you explain what I did so I don’t do it again?” I huffed.

“I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing at the miscommunication. Football, as it’s called in most parts of the world not named the United States, generally does not have two hand touch or tackle variants. The game I was talking about is soccer. That’s why I was laughing, I was imagining a soccer game that involved tackling people.” Unbidden, the image of a soccer player lining up a shot before getting plastered by a linebacker. Giggling a little, my anger evaporated like dust in a breeze.

“That still sounds like fun. Although I’ll probably be pretty garbage at it because I haven’t played in…shit, has it really been seven years? Fuck. Okay, I will be terrible, am I allowed to come?” I stared blankly and then giggled at the same time she did.

“Of course. We’ll take it easy on you. You can come with me anytime. Quiet, the movie is starting,” she said as she laced her fingers in mine.

About halfway through the movie, my head was bobbing and my eyelids pesky little sleep gnomes began dragging them closed. Next thing I knew, Lexi was carrying me and I laced my hands around her neck as she gently tucked me into bed. Drifting again I woke slightly with her easing herself beside me, I reached out and pulled her to my chest and let her warmth settle me in for the night.

My sleep was troubled with a vague dream/nightmare of this dude I knew from high school. He wasn’t a jock or anything cliche like that, he was just this guy who was kind of a dick to everyone. One of those people that are tolerated because you don’t want to be mean but never really fits in. There was only one seat at one table open and in common dream logic, I sat down and started eating. I tried to ignore Kevin, the dick, and eat my lunch in peace. As I stared around the lunchroom I noticed a strange succubi sitting in the corner. She had full flowing horns and soft pink skin with magenta patterns inked onto her flesh, and she looked dangerous but that wasn’t the vibe I was feeling from her. She gave me a pseudo wave before picking up a corndog and dipping it in ketchup, sniffing it questioningly before taking a bite.

Kevin caught my attention and started to say something about how I needed to “stop making eyes at his girl,” and how it “creeps her out.” Of course, I know exactly who he means as Lexi walks by me to sit in his lap. She quickly wraps her arms around his head and starts giving Kevin the most sensual kiss I had ever seen. She breaks the embrace only to give me a scathing look and says in the most condescending tone I’d ever heard, “In your dreams. Loser.”

Jerking awake my heart is hammering and I quickly sat up from the pillow top bed. For a few seconds, I was disoriented and heartbroken that everything, Lexi, her world, and her touch, had been a dream.

“You okay honey?” I heard a sleepy question thrown from beside me. Relief rushed through me. Her voice had caught me just before the sadness had sunk its icy talons in my chest.

“Yeah. I just had a bad dream. Go back to sleep.”

“Fine, but only if you join me,” She grumbled as she wrapped her arms around me and pulled herself tight to my back, giving me little choice but to accept my fate as the little spoon. I wiggled a little to get comfortable, giving an indulgent smile as I slipped a little deeper into her den of warmth, before slipping back into a more restful sleep.

I woke up earlier than Lexi and I gently eased myself out of the bed to take a shower. I chuckled at having to pry her hands and feet off of me like little cephalopods holding onto their prey.

This shower is awesome. I wish I had one like it in my apartment. Maybe Mrs. Henderson would pay for some renovations if I asked really nicely.

I let the water wash over me and I did something that I believe ninety percent of male bachelors do without a second thought; I peed in the shower. Only I no longer had a natural drain spout to direct the flow away from my body. Instead, it splashed down my leg. Feeling gross, I forcibly cut the flow, wincing a little at the burn of cutting off midstream.

No wonder women think this is disgusting. Although, I wonder…

Thoughts of Lexi swirled in my mind, but this time, I was tormenting her with pleasure…

Please.” She begged me. “I need you inside me right now.” She panted as she wiggled her ass invitingly. Reaching back to peel away her flesh, she kneeled fully exposed, her arousal weeping down her leg…

The pinching sensation right above my pussy showed it worked as my penis eased out of me. I squeezed my abdomen and piss flowed out of me again, this time directed away from my body to swirl down the drain.

I’m not a doctor, but I’m pretty sure that the tubing doesn’t really work like that between men and women. Oh, well as long as I’m not peeing blood I think I’ll be okay.

Then another thought popped into my head, one of Lexi’s standing over me, eyes smouldering with barely constrained lust. Her head dipped and I followed her gaze as she looked between us at her throbbing erection. She leaned forward a little to tease the head of her penis across my slit, sliding it up and down as I braced for her imminent penetration…

I gasped as my penis slickered inside me, so fast it made me jump a little. Chuckling a little at my strange antics I continued washing my body.

Humming to myself I finished the shower and grabbed a towel. I tried to do the thing that all women seem to know instinctively with the towel and wrapping it around the head. It seemed that that instinct wasn’t included in the base female package and I had to settle for ruffling the towel through my hair to get it at least a little bit dry. I was very glad of the supernatural aspects of my hair that let me get away with the mistreatment I was undoubtedly committing on my innocent hair. My damp locks lightly kissed my skin as my loose curls bounced as I got dressed. I took a moment to gaze at my rack in amazement before I hid it away under a tight t-shirt. Lexi was finally stirring as I mosied into the kitchen to cook some breakfast. Opening up the fridge I was amazed at how well it was stocked. Lexi didn’t strike me as a very big cooker. Shrugging, I grabbed the eggs and milk setting them on the counter. A couple of minutes rummaging around the cabinets netted me some measuring cups, vegetable oil, and some flour. I cracked four of the eggs over a mixing bowl before adding three cups of milk and a third cup of oil.

Damn. I always forget to add the sugar first so that I can use the same measuring cup for the oil.

After washing out the cup and adding the sugar I realized I was still missing the vanilla. Another short foraging and I stood up holding the vanilla aloft in a pseudo touchdown celebration

Two teaspoons then whisk. Slowly add two cups flour while whisking and it’s ready to be cooked. Thanks, mom, I’ve always enjoyed our family breakfasts and now I can share it with a new person in my life.

I started cooking the pancakes on medium-high setting on the tiny griddle I found under the sink. I was bending over the cupboards, which I had fairly well mapped out by this point when Lexi finished stumbling out of the bedroom giving me a wolf whistle at my presented posterior.

“Where are your spatulas?” She pointed to a drawer across the kitchen and gave me a quick peck before trudging to the coffee machine. She hoisted up a glass as she arched an eyebrow questioningly.

“Ugghh. I’m not much of a coffee drinker. Though I do love the smell. I get even a whiff of caffeine and I get super twitchy.”

“Well, I can’t live without it. I thought engineers were supposed to live on coffee and… mountain dew? I don’t know, can’t think, not enough coffee,” she said in a husky morning voice.

I poured the batter onto the hot griddle and let the pancakes brown.

“I reject your stereotyping. Also, sit your sweet ass down. I got some pancakes coming your way.”

The bubbles had disappeared and the middle no longer looked wet indicating they needed to be flipped. Loading my arms with butter and syrup and powdered sugar I hustled over to the table. She slurped down dark mocha energy while I finished up with the first set of pancakes.

“Now feast your eyes on these little slices of golden brown deliciousness.”

“I think pancakes are supposed to be fluffy,” she said, poking them experimentally with a fork.

“They’re flat pancakes and don’t dig ’em until you try them. They’re courtesy of my mom. Just melt some butter on, sprinkle some powdered sugar and then roll it up, slice it into pieces and consume.”

I was slightly nervous about her liking it. I enjoyed cooking, but it had always been too much of a hassle to take all that time for just one person. Chewing on my bottom lip, I fidgeted with round two of pancakes, whisking the batter some more just to give my hands something to do.

Maybe I should have asked her if she wanted…

Her moans of enjoyment broke me out of my worry spiral. I looked back and smiled at her as pulled the second pancake onto her plate. I built up a healthy pile of pancakes before taking them to the table for some mutual enjoyment of sweet buttery and totally unhealthy breakfast food.

After an almost absurd amount of pancakes, like twenty, she leaned back in her seat and patted her stomach appreciatively.

“That was delicious. I think we need to work off some of those calories, though.”

“Settle down, Tiger. Won’t we get plenty of exercise at soccer? Besides, I want to have at least a decent showing today and if you went after me right now with that look in your eye, I’m not sure I would be able to walk, let alone run, afterward.”

“What look? I don’t have a look?” She said as her eyes gleamed predatorily, her hips swaying as she stalked towards me.

“No. Back, she-beast, back,” I said, leveling a chair at her. She actually dropped to all fours as she prowled. Swiping at the chair she sent it spinning from my hands to clatter across the floor.

“Lexi stop. Lexi stop,” I said giggling. I think my authority might have been a little harmed by it as she licked her way up my thigh.

“Lexi…ughhh… seriously no.” She gave me a moment to catch my bearing as she ripped away my clothing. I caught her face in my hands.

“Lexi,” I said sternly. “Look at me.” She finally met my eyes and stopped her feast of my flesh. “Please.”

She pouted but pulled away. I gave her a steamy kiss as a reward, our tongues dancing as I reconsidered my decisions.

“Fine. But you will reward me later,” she said faux sternly.

“I’m sure we’ll both enjoy it, sweetie. Now, do you have any workout clothes I could borrow?” She looked at me like I was crazy and then gestured to her fit body.

“Right. Now, as you might suspect, I don’t have a lot of experience wearing bras and I don’t think I want the ladies bouncing around on the field. I had a taste of that when I was… fleeing?… from you after you protected me from the homunculus, and it was not very comfortable.”

“Of course. Just let me get your size,” she said as she palmed my breasts. She hefted them experimentally, lifting one, then the other before jiggling them back and forth. Stifling a moan I tried to keep from shifting under her grasp.

Just keep it together Sydney. She’s just trying to get a reaction. Everything is fine. Everything is…

A throaty rumble snuck past my impenetrable defenses.

Okay. Not so impenetrable. More like a narcoleptic guardsman asleep at a thigh-high fence.

“Okay. That’s enough”, I said as she started circling my nipples.

“Fine. I’ll get you some clothing,” she said smugly as she traipsed out the room giving her butt a smack just to put a cherry on top. “Although I don’t know why you need clothing. Seems a shame if you ask me,” she grumbled from the closet and I giggled at her childish antics.

I leaned against the wall and gently bumped my head against it a couple of times. She returned bearing a black sports bra and some under armour workout clothes. A couple of minutes later and I was fully dressed and ready for battle. She looked at me critically and shook her head.

“What?” I asked as I examined my body.

“It’s just not fair. You should not be that sexy in that outfit. I’m not going to be able to pay attention to anything else while we’re playing.”

“I think I’ll need all the help I can get going up against all you big strong ladies. Everyone will be stronger and faster than me and I haven’t played soccer in seven years. If I can flash some eye candy then I’m not necessarily opposed to it. You have any nipple tape? Maybe I could play topless,” I asked teasingly. She play punched me in the arm and chuckled.

“Not just girls but strapping young mates with rippling muscle and six pack abs. What do you say, want to fool around with some fresh meat tonight?”

“Ewww, gross. Cooties and all that,” I said smiling. “Slightly seriously, though, still don’t have any attraction towards men,” I said taking her hands in mine. She laced her fingers on one hand while she pulled the other hand down to cup her crotch.

“I don’t know, I can think of at least one male appendage that you don’t find totally repulsive.”

I laughed at her unceasing lasciviousness. “How long do we have until soccer?”

She looked at the clock over the stove, “About an hour and a half.”

“Okay. Let’s watch an episode or two of Chuck before heading out. How far away are the fields?”

“They’re about five minutes away. We actually walked by them on the way to the nefting field yesterday.”

So that’s what we did. An hour and a half, or two Chuck episodes and some change, and we were standing in the fields. Well, she was standing, I was more shuffling off to the side, a piece of shy, lonely flotsam in a sea of public affection.

Don’t these people have any sense of shame?

Lexi, sensing my unease, gave me a quick kiss and rubbed my back affectionately. There were about six other couples, all paired off male to female, in various states of mutual groping and or making out. The guys appearances surprised me as I had expected a bunch of meatheads with more muscles than brains, or frat guys, as they are commonly called. Only two of the men matched that description with any sort of accuracy. There was one slightly overweight guy that I suspected knew his way around some for loops. The rest were general middle aged men that wouldn’t look out of place getting coffee at starbucks for their morning commute.

Why would I be stereotyping? Obviously succubi don’t pick mates based on their appearance, judging from my own experience.

Shaking off my musings I continued to scan the assembled people. There were two unpaired succubi I didn’t recognize hanging out with the twins. Aside from that small group, Lexi and I were the only ones not currently making out or touching each other intimately. I was a little surprised at the variety present in the succubi. There was a wide swathe of skin tones present in the group. Dark mocha, the same color as a dark coffee with a spoonful of milk in it, was the current tone of focus. Said color was attached to a six and a half foot tall amazon with short, dark brown, hair that was staring at me with uncloaked lust. My eyes met hers before skittering off to look around, only to be inevitably be drawn back to her unwavering stare.

I turned to Lexi, who was looking at the same group of singles with boredom and impatience in her posture.

“Who is she? And why does she want to eat me?” She pointed at the woman who smiled in response.

“Her?” She said pointing. I nodded. “She likes to experience new things. She can be a little aggressive about it. Don’t let her intimidate you and you’ll be fine.” Lexi leaned in closer to speak softly into my ear.”

“If you really want to put her in her place you should up the anti. Now let’s be social and go say hi. As much as I would like to you won’t let me lock us into the sex dungeon for a month.” She punctuated her statement with a kiss on my neck before taking my hand and pulling me behind her. The lady I dubbed Mocha flashed me a little quarter grin that had a hint of teeth.

Stop being a coward, I chided myself as we approached the group. I swung to Lexi’s side instead of cowering behind her like I child. Hold yourself high like the mature man… woman. Man-woman you are. I think I might have an idea…

I let go of Lexi’s hand and swayed up to Mocha. I gave her a look I had seen so many times on Lexi’s face. Mocha looked a little uncertain in the face of my own predatory look. She stilled as I breached her personal space and pursed my lips. Keeping my eyes locked with hers I got closer and closer; eventually, she did what I wanted as she pursed her lips and closed her eyes. Immediately I reached around behind her and gave her backside a smack. I intended to step back out having properly chastised and embarrassed her. At least, that’s how it went in my mind. What ended up happening was that as soon as I went to step back her hands shot out and wrapped around me encapsulating me in her embrace. I stiffened as she leaned in close, her smoldering eyes igniting into a blaze. Now at her mercy, I started struggling in her grasp. Her eyes softened and she leaned in and gave me a peck on the nose. So caught up was I in what her face was doing that it took me a moment to realize that her hands had migrated to my ass. Not only were they on my ass but they were also inside my underwear. She gave a light squeeze before releasing her cage of muscle, giving me a cocky grin. I looked at Lexi for a little solidarity but she just shrugged and gave me a look that said, you made your bed now lie on it.

Okay. Stupid idea. Never try to embarrass a succubus.

My blush mirrored the one I saw on Samantha’s face as I looked around. I went and kissed Lexi just to give myself something to do.

“Didn’t work exactly how you expected it to, did it? You would have been better off with the kiss. You’ve messed with forces better left undisturbed. She’s gonna be incorrigible now,” Lexi said after she returned my kiss.

“But you told me…” I sputtered.

She mussed my hair playfully as people congregated to pick teams. Half expecting to play the role of the fat kid, I was surprised when I was picked at the start of the second rotation by a blond succubus with very modest sized breasts, henceforth dubbed Blondie.

“Hi,” I said a little self-consciously.

“Hello. I saw you acting all nervous and self-conscious over there and had to get to know you better,” Blondie said in greeting. “Hope you handle balls as well as you fill out the t-shirt.” She smiled playfully, teasing me. Smiling in response I decided I would probably get along with her.

“I have been known to juggle a ball or two in my time. How about yourself, you seem to be more a cat tamer than a soccer player?” She let out a full belly laugh in response.

“More right than you know. I hope my partner makes it through the rounds. She’s gonna love you.”

A few seconds later her wish was granted as a tiny brunette bombshell was picked by Blondie. At least I hope it was her partner as the succubi she picked walked up to Blondie and shoved her tongue in Blondie’s mouth. As their tongues danced a very public dance I tucked a stray lock of hair behind an ear.

I hereby dub you Twister until I know any better.

“Careful,” Blondie warned. “This one’s got some cheek to her.” Twister gave me a once over before walking up to me. Stiffening a little as she breached my personal bubble she strode right through my resistance and encased me in a hug. Unlike Mocha’s embrace, this hug was filled with motherly comfort and acceptance.

“You look like you could use some comfort. Not all of us are sex crazed maniacs.” I broke out into an involuntary sob at this. In spite of all of my affection for Lexi, I was still adrift in a strange world and this strange succubus offered me a harbor. She rubbed my back shushing me like a baby. “There, there. We’ll get through this. I’m Tifa by the way. I know some of the others are a little secretive about the name and I’m sure that’s just exacerbating everything. We can feel a little excluding, but it’s not intentional. Sometimes all someone needs is a sympathetic ear without an agenda. Now let’s play some soccer, it’ll help get your mind off things.” She released me and I wiped away my tears, nodding in agreement.

“Have you ever played soccer before?” I nodded again.

“Position?”

“Defender. I think. It’s been awhile.”

“Good. Looks like we’ll be playing three on three, so no goalie and we’ll use the smaller nets and I’ll play midfield while she’ll play forward,” she said while pointing at Blondie.

“Have you started giving nicknames yet?” I must have looked startled because she smiled.

“Don’t be surprised. It’s a common coping mechanism to deal with our societal quirks.” She paused for a second. “Would you mind sharing what you picked for us?” Tifa asked.

“You were Twister and she’s Blondie,” I said as I started to relax as I hadn’t done since it was just me and Lexi in her… our home. She laughed again and I grinned.

“Twister. Because of the tongue thing?” Smiling, I confirmed her guess with a nod.

“Blondie. I guess that’s a little self-explanatory.” With that, we started to stretch and warm up before getting on the field. This was the first time I was attempting to exert myself post change, excluding the mad dash away from the “not really a murder” scene. I noticed a couple of things I hadn’t before. One, I didn’t seem to be any slower than I was pre-change and two, my body didn’t feel awkward at all trying to exert myself. In fact, I felt a little steadier on my feet. I could even do a little crossover dribble that I never could seem to master in middle school, but it came naturally to me now. Marveling at the unexpected advantage of the changes I started to juggle the soccer ball. Tifa called me over so we could distribute the teams amongst the fields and start playing.

I was a little apprehensive the first couple of minutes but I held my own against the other humans on the field. The succubi were flat out faster than me but they didn’t exert their strength advantage overmuch. Tifa was right as I lost my concerns amidst churning feet and calculated angles. Everything went fine for about the first hour or so until my team was matched up against Mocha’s team. She seemed to purposely hold the ball at the sideline, daring me to challenge her for it. I held back from the confrontation playing it safe. She seemed to get a little frustrated by my lack of engagement but the game went on without either team scoring. I was playing a little farther up than normal when the other team’s defender cleared the ball to her teammate that was running down the sideline. I was just about in position when she sent a high floating center across the field, presumably to Mocha. Jumping to intercept the ball I cried out as a sharp impact struck me across my temple and I went tumbling. The smell of grass filled my nostrils as the horizon spun crazily.

A low rumbling filled my ears as Lexi’s musk replaced the tang of grass. Turning my head to look up at her, I saw her shapely rear and tail whipping around angrily behind her. She was crouched into a combat stance and her fingers were splayed and glittered dangerously in the light, looking suspiciously like talons.

“Stay. Away. From. Her,” she snarled gutturally at Mocha who was on her ass a few feet away.

“Hey you,” I said up to her somewhat woozily.

Suddenly she was in my face, millimeters away, her eyes completely black and there were strange little protrusions on either side of her head right at the top of her forehead, just beyond her hairline. She examined my face intently and I gave into the temptation and gave her a quick kiss. Evidently that gave her permission because her tongue was everywhere inside my mouth with one hand on my shoulders and the other snaking into my shorts, where it wasted no time piercing my womanhood. I was too out of it to protest as she quickly had me shuddering under her desperate thrusting. I tried to reason with her as she attempted to push all my buttons at once. Her hand on my shoulder migrated to my breast as she continued curling her fingers into me. Her taste filled my mouth and my lungs were screaming before she finally let me up for air.

“Honey… I’m… okay… ugghhh… you don’t have to do this,” I said in between moans. “Oh my god. I can’t hold back anym-ughhhh,” I said as I flooded her hand with my juices, my voice rising sharply at the end. Shuddering under the phantom sensations that danced around my flesh, I gradually grew aware of the people circled around us. Some looked concerned, like Tifa and Sam, but most looked aroused. Mocha bore a strange combination of arousal, fear, and concern. My head was finally clearing as the black receded from her eyes.

“You back?” I asked as I gripped her face in my hands. She nodded.

“I think I might want you to take me away from here,” I said, my voice cracking near the end. As Lexi hefted me into a princess carry, I buried my face in her shoulder. I think someone tried approaching because Lexi growled again and she swung me around. Whoever it was must have departed as the rumbles in her chest receded. I tried to reason with myself as she gently carried me away from the soccer fields.

I don’t think it’s her fault. She obviously wasn’t in control of her actions. She was scared because I was hurt and thus acting irrationally… I think. Maybe it’s an instinctual thing with succubi, as a pseudo defense mechanism to protect their mate?

The rationalizing helped me to calm down and talk with Lexi before I jumped to any sort of conclusions.

It wasn’t like the act was exactly unpleasant. It was just a little wild, a little too, animalistic, for my tastes.

Before too long we were back to Lexi’s apartment and she was gingerly placing me onto our bed. She backed away from me with her head downcast, her fingers clenched into white-knuckled fists in front of her.

“Why do you look like a whipped puppy?” I asked her, my voice and mind steady now, having come to terms with what happened.

“Aren’t you going to yell at me?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Is there a particular reason I should?” She shifted nervously, wringing her hands.

“Let me lay it out as I see it. One, a not so normal succubus condition that you just haven’t told me about yet.” She nodded in confirmation. “Two, it happens when I get hurt or when you think about me getting hurt.” Lexi looked confused at the second part.

“Your eyes went all creepy black in the shower when we were discussing how I wouldn’t scar. And three: you need me to orgasm to snap out of it, if you go fully succu-hulk. Point one can be confirmed by you but we need further testing on points two and three.” I said all of this as I wandered into the kitchen and grabbed the biggest kitchen knife I could find.

“What do you…?” Lexi asked confused.

“No scars, right?” As I asked I brought the knife down sharply towards my hand. I screamed.

In actuality, I had let the knife hit right next to my hand. Almost faster than I could track Lexi had smacked the knife out of my hand and pulled my other hand to look at it. She turned it back and forth as if confused. Meanwhile, I examined her. She had those strange protuberances on her forehead and her eyes were pitch black. There was also a dusky blue pattern that whorled about her skin in subtle tribalistic patterns. Her musculature looked more defined and I thought I saw a reflective flash on her tail as it flicked around behind her.

“So, point two seems to be a success. Now we’ll figure out about point three. Lexi, snap out of it. Lexi!” Seemingly finished examining my hand she started licking the side of my neck.

“Lexi. If you can hear me I want you to stop what you’re doing and listen.” I was surprised when she pulled back away from me and nodded.

“So you’re not mindless. Do you think you could change back with time.” She shook her head. Various muscles on her body started flexing and jumping and a high keening sound came out of her throat. She was visibly distressed and I was getting a little worried.

“Are you okay?” I questioned concerned. Cupping her chin, I turned her face towards me. She relaxed slightly and started kissing and licking my palm.

“Okay. So this seems to be confirmation on point three as well.” She started to grind her crotch against my thigh and I could feel her hard member prodding me. She anxiously slipped her hand into my shorts to presumably fondle me again.

Her scent wafted around me like an almost tangible taste in the air. I could feel moisture forming as I became aroused and the electric rush of arousal ran through me.

“I think we can do a little better than a quick grope now that we’re in private,” I said as I pulled her hands away from my body. Judging the look on her face it was like I took her ice cream and slammed it onto the floor. I quickly slipped my shorts off and turned to the kitchen island. I bent over the top of it and looked back at Lexi.

“I think I’m ready for youuUUU,” my voice rose at the end as Lexi wasted no time sinking her cock into my dripping pussy. She laid her hands possessively on my waist as she slammed into me at full throttle. Her soft flesh plowed into me from behind filling me with her length. She groaned at the sensations, leaning forward so her breasts delicately brushed against my back with each thrust. I was helplessly gripping the counter as I held on for dear life against the wild ride. My breathing was heavy as she continued her furious pace, the feeling flooding through my mind washing away any conscious thoughts. I was awash in an ocean of sensations. Releasing her grip on my waist she gripped my bouncing breasts and tugged on the nipples. That last tug being the final push I needed to send me over the edge with a freight train of an orgasm. As my pussy clenched around her tool I could feel her swell inside me. She pulled me tight against her as she flooded me with her own release. The warm fluid sent me over the edge again like a little explosion of sensation that washed over me in a fiery, tingly wave.

Our commingled fluids dripped down my thigh as her dick slipped into the open air. Falling bonelessly on top of the counter I let out a hiss of contentment. Lexi was breathing hard as she picked me up and took me into the shower. We didn’t say anything as I let her quietly clean both of us.

Her voice was quiet but thick with emotion as she finally talked while toweling me off, “Please don’t do that again.” She paused for a moment as she collected her words.

“I don’t like the loss of control,” she paused again, thinking about how to continue.

Maybe you don’t but I might. I thought, biting my lip, and considering the way she had manhandled me.

“And I really don’t like the thought of you getting hurt,” her voice cracked as she gathered me into an embrace.

“Okay,” I whispered into her ear. “No more experiments. Have you ever heard of something like this before?”

“Nope,” she said as her hand kneaded the back of my skull, entangled in my hair.

“Then we need to do some research.”

My phone chose that moment to buzz, the noise shattering the quiet of the moment. This, logically, led me into a fit of giggles. Lexi looked incredulous before she got became infected with the same giggles. After a long couple of moments, I wiggled out of Lexi’s grasp to go check on my phone. There was a text from my landlady slash drug dealer Mrs. Henderson. I realized then that it had been awhile since I had my last hit of the chocolate chip. The text was asking me if I was okay.

“Shit.”

“What is it?” Lexi asked.

“It’s my landlady. She’s wondering where I am. We have a chess match every Sunday after she gets back from church. I put up with the weekly asswhoopin’ because she bribes me with cookies. Just wait til you taste them, they are so soft they seem to dissolve in your mouth.” I think I started to drool a little just imagining their taste.

Thinking about it, I realized that I should probably let her know that I would be moving out of my apartment.

I stilled for a moment.

Holy shit. I think I just decided to move in with Lexi. Maybe I should ask her? I smiled. Although I probably know her answer.

“Hey, Lexi,” I said casually.

“Yeah?”

“How hard is it to get me back to my apartment?”

She tensed beside me.

“No. No no no. Nothing bad. I just thought I might want to move some things out of my apartment if I’m going to be staying here awhile,” I said sheepishly rubbing my right shoulder. Lexi gaped at me for a moment before rushing forward and swinging me around in a giant hug.

“OhmygoddoyoureallymeanitI’msohappyweneedtogotalktomymomandgetyoutotheportaldoyouneedboxesIthinkwemighthaveboxessomewhere,” Lexi said, sounding like a teenage girl who had just run into Channing Tatum or whoever it is that high school girls are currently crushing on.

“Slow down there, Bessie.”

“You really mean it right? You want to move in?”

“Sure. I don’t think I could escape you if I tried. And for some reason, I don’t really feel like trying.”

“Sydney, nothing would make me happier than for you to join me here,” Lexi said solemnly, poorly concealing her glee. “Celebration sex?” she asked, arching an eyebrow suggestively.

“Didn’t you get enough, what was it, like five minutes ago?” She chuckled as her tail gently stroked my neck.

“Haven’t you figured it out by now? I will never have enough of you. I could spend an eternity learning your little tells. How your breath catches when you feel that tingle start under your skin. The way you shudder when the motor starts to churn.” As she spoke she moved closer and closer to me until she was finally whispering in my ear. “Your smell as you finally surrender everything, leaving yourself completely vulnerable to me.” She nipped my earlobe with her teeth, my breath sped up under her teasing. Slowly circling around me she kept my earlobe between her teeth gently tugging. After she was completely behind me she gripped one of my ass cheeks in her hand while brushing her hand from my breasts towards my navel. Gyrating under her grasp I trembled as she found a particularly sensitive spot right below my belly button. I could feel her smile tug on my cheek as her fingers slowly circling the spot. She traced my jawline with her tongue as she pressed down on the spot like she was putting fingerprint a into a ball of playdough. As is often the case with playdough, when one part thins another lengthens, specifically it was my manhood, which lengthened under her ministrations.

“We’ve been neglecting a certain part of your anatomy. Now how about you return the favor.”

I was fully ready to jump aboard that train when there was a knock on the door. Pulling away from Lexi, I grabbed a handy robe from the bedpost and covered up as I went to answer the door.

“We could pretend we aren’t home,” Lexi said with a wry smile donning a bathrobe of her own.

Hiding my erection behind the door I was surprised to see a group of people there. Samantha was in front with Tifa and Blondie not far behind and, way in the back, looking concerned, was Mocha.

Upon seeing me, I saw relief on Tifa and Samantha’s faces. Mocha just looked a little apologetic. Samantha startled me by pulling me into a quick embrace. I was mortified as my erection poked her in the stomach. Pushing me away she briefly showed surprised before she gave a self-satisfied smirk. “I knew it,” she said, staring straight at my still hard privates.

Scrambling, I pulled her against me to keep from showing the others. Judging by the incredulous look on Mocha’s face and the gentle accepting smiles on Blondie and Tifa’s faces, I wasn’t successful.

“But I thought she… he…” Mocha muttered to herself.

Looking to Tifa and Blondie, Tifa just smiled and said, “I suspected something of the sort. I am something of a history buff so I’m not unfamiliar with Lexi’s families… ahem… unique, qualities. Also, if you two are confused about what happened on the soccer fields I have some theories, but I want to do some research before I give you any ideas.”

Speechless, I was still performing my best tomato impression as Lexi walked up behind me and pulled me from Samantha’s embrace. Samantha parted from me reluctantly, giving my junk one last forlorn glance as Lexi pulled me into her arms.

I think I’m getting a little better at the public nudity aspect of this relationship. They don’t seem to be making a big deal out of it, so why should I?

Turning to face them, I covered up my junk as best I was able before thanking the assembled people for their concern and assuring them that I was fine. Seeing Mocha still sputtering in the background I stifled a little giggle at this amazon of a woman being so flummoxed at me having a dick. Seeing me laughing broke her out of her daze and she approached me solemnly.

Lexi growled and gave her thigh a smack. Her tongue snaked into my ear and I laughed.

“I’m sorry I hit you so hard on the soccer field. I wanted to come by to make sure that you were okay and let you know that I didn’t mean to hurt you. Sometimes I get too wrapped up in the competition and I don’t use as much caution as I probably should,” Mocha said, bowing her head slightly.

“All is forgiven. I know exactly what you mean about competition. Sometimes when the blood is pumping it’s hard to control emotions and actions,” I replied seriously. “Besides, if you meant to hurt me I think Lexi woulda done more than just toss you aside,” I said jokingly. Lexi’s eyes flashed black for a moment and think maybe there was a kernel of truth to my words.

Mocha nodded and then paused for a second before saying, “if it’s not too forward, would you and Lexi like to have sex sometime?” I guffawed in surprise. It took me a couple of seconds to get over my shock. Once I did, I tried not to reject her automatically. Carefully examining my feelings I was surprised that it didn’t feel wrong. Looking at Lexi to try to feel out her thoughts on the subject she was giving me a decidedly neutral face. After the silence stretched on just a little too long I gave her my answer.

“Thank you for your candidness. However, at this time, I’m still getting used to a lot of new things and I’m not comfortable enough to add another complication to that. Maybe later that will change and if it does you will be the first one I come to,” I said with as much honesty as I could muster. Samantha’s face fell at the last part and I realized that maybe she had first dibs on any side invitations.

“Now you guys need to get going. Sydney and I have an appointment with mother and you know how she hates being kept waiting,” Lexi said before disappearing into her apartment.

I startled Samantha by pulling her into a quick hug, thankful my manhood had softened so I didn’t poke her with it again.

“Just want you to know that you, are the first I’m going to come to for any additional companionship,” I said into her ear. She gave me a quick embrace and a 10,000-watt smile before practically skipping away after the others.

“Hurry up. I wasn’t joking when I said mom hates waiting,” Lexi said over the clattering of clothes hangers coming from her room. As I donned some jeans I wondered aloud to Lexi, “if you can summon clothes, why do you need to own so many?”

“You know how to cook right?” She asked rhetorically. I nodded.

“So why do you order out? It’s a convenience thing, much easier to slip on a top than to conjure clothing. Now let’s go, let’s go, let’s go,” she said impatiently. “Also a magician never reveals the secrets to her tricks.”

“I still want to know how it’s possible to do some of the things you do,” I said seriously.

“Syd,” Lexi said, her tone warm. “It’s magic,” she said, giving her fingers little wiggles as I turned to go to the closet to get dressed. After quickly donning whatever clothes Lexi threw at me we were out the front door. Stretching out, I rolled my neck surprised there was no lingering soreness from Mocha’s hit as Lexi shut the door. Impatient to get going Lexi gave me a gentle shove in the back to get me moving.

I theatrically drug my feet across the floor as Lexi pushed me in the back to try to get me to hurry up. After a few steps, I quit resisting and gathered her hand in my own before smiling at her in our way to her mother’s office. We walked in silence for a bit, but it was a comfortable silence although I could tell that Lexi was practically humming with giddiness.

“Why is your mom working on a Sunday?”

“She’s kind of a workaholic. She always has been ever since her first mate died. I don’t know why her current mate puts up with it.”

“How did she die?” I asked gently.

“It’s not really my story to tell. But it did involve the seraphim so try not to mention them cause it can kinda sets her off.”

“You ready?” she asked as she knocked. I gave her a smile at her silly behavior.

“You’re really excited aren’t you?”

“You’re not? You’re moving in with me. Choosing to wake up with me in the morning, eat with me, and succumb to me at night.”

I both hate and love the fact that she can make me blush so easily.

Opening the door was a pale white, stereotypically Swedish, woman. She was tall and bony with very modest breasts yet somehow still exuded matronly grace. Her hair a blonde so pale it almost looked white but seemed darker when compared to her skin.

“Lexi, it’s so good to see you again,” she said with the warmest and deepest voice I have ever heard as she drew Lexi into a hug. “And with such a beautiful young lady in tow. It’s lovely to meet you. I am Laila, Lexi’s mom.”

“Nice to meet you Laila. I’m Sydney and a couple of weeks ago I used to be a man.” It took me a moment before I realized what I just said.

What the fuck did I just say? You don’t unload that the first time you’re meeting your girlfriend’s stepmom.

Panicking a little my eyes started darting around, instinctively looking for an escape route.

Maybe if I throw up I can play it off as a feverish delusion.

“Look at me. Look at me,” Laila said sternly. “There it is,” she said as she caught my gaze with her soft eyes, no judgment in them. “You are beautiful. Don’t let anyone tell you differently, dear. It doesn’t matter what you used to look like last week or last month or even yesterday. Right here, right now, you are lovely.” She held my eyes until I responded with a quick nod. “Good. I hear congratulations are in order. So what did she do to convince you so quick?” she asked conspiratorially.

“She was there for me when I woke up from a nightmare and held me like she never wanted to let me go. Why…?” I question, confused by the query. Lexi had the grace to look embarrassed and nervous.

“I held out until her mother bought me a car. It’s a really nice mustang that I don’t take out of the garage nearly enough.”

“You shortchanged me. I didn’t know I was supposed to get a signing bonus..”

“Too bad. No, take backsies,” she said in childish sing-song.

“Oh really?” I said coldly. “I can think of a few ways of getting you to change your mind,” my smile showing my lack of seriousness.

“I didn’t mean it. Whatever you want honey. A puppy, a pony, a pool, any other p word I can think of,” she said as she sank to her knees.

“How about a pussy? Oh wait, you did that already,” I replied sarcastically.

“Ohhhhhh. I like her. I used to worry you would twist a woman around your finger with your temperament. She, who used to be a he, might not be such a pushover.”

“And you. Stop talking around me like I’m not here,” I said, feigning anger. “Please,” I finished, remembering who it was I was talking to.

“Be nice to me. I’m the one with all of Lexi’s embarrassing stories, and I’m not above bribery,” she said, winking at me.

“Mom, I don’t think you have any stories that would embarrass me. I have no pride left where Sydney’s concerned,” she said proudly.

I don’t know if that’s something to be proud of.

“What about that time in the Caymans, with, what was her name again… Tiffany… Leslie…” Lexi blanched, white as a sheet as she hurried to cover her stepmom’s mouth before she could go any further.

“That’s what I thought,” Laila said smugly as she hugged her step-daughter.

It was at this moment that sex incarnate walked through the door in the form of Lexi’s mom.

“Hi honey,” she said pulling Lexi into her arms.

“Hi, mother. Did you get my message?”

“Yes, congratulations. I didn’t think you would settle in this soon,” she directed towards me. “Now, are you going to come give me a hug or do I have to take one from you.”

Walking forward into a three-way hug with Lexi, her mother leaned into my ear. “It’s nice to meet you, Sydney. I’m Cleonida. Please call me Cleo. I’m here if you ever need anything, especially tips for handling Lexi.”

“I think I have that bit covered ma’am, but thank you for the offer.”

“Mother. No ma’ams in this household,” Cleo said.

“Especially not that one,” Laila said dryly.

“Hush you, don’t be giving our daughter in law the wrong idea,” Cleo remarked, giving her counterpart a kiss.

“But…” I said confused, pointing between Lexi’s parents.

“I’m mother. She’s mom,” Cleo said, pointing at Laila.

“Enough time wasted. I’m sure Lexi’s impatient to get you moved out so you can get to christening your new home.”

“What? Are we moving or something?” I asked Lexi.

“No silly. It used to be a house, or apartment… whatever. The point is that now that you’ve decided to move in it’s a home. It probably won’t be our only home but it’s our first one, and that makes it special.”

“And with that,” Cleo said, brandishing a strange purple tetrahedron thing, about the size of an apple. The crystal crackled with a strange purplish light, of a similar hue to a plum but with black accents that swirled throughout. An unnatural purple slit appeared on the floor, matching the color of the crystal, undulating slightly as it distorted the air.

“You ready?” Lexi asked as she took my hand.

“No,” I said, recalling the stomach-churning sensation of the first gate.

“Don’t worry it’s not nearly as bad the second time.”

“Okay, let’s do this on three. One, two, and three,” I said as we both jumped feet first into the portal.

As I fell, only one thought ran through my mind before it went black…

Lexi, you’re a goddamn liar.

Author’s Note: Hello everyone thank you all for taking the time to read my story. A big thanks again to AaronSatie who took the time to help find the multitude of mistakes lurking in my musings. This chapter marks the 35K word mark which is over 100 pages as far as I understand it. Which is kind of crazy now that I’m thinking about it. Special shout out to everyone who left me a nice message or two. It means a lot to me that you would take the time to do that. I want to take this time to let you know that I am going to be working on some other ideas that are bouncing around my head. This is not the end for Syd and Lexi but it might be a bit before I come back to them. Also the pancake recipe is real. It’s easy, it’s quick, and it’s yummy. Enjoy.

THE END OF CHAPTER FOUR