Life with Brian - Sex Stories

Life with Brian

... and stroked his fingers up my thigh as he was sitting down. I purred. Then he handed me a credit card, and gave me instructions to use it sparingly but to buy myself some new clothes that day. I was gonna protest but he would have none of it. As he said, I needed some new clothes anyway. He pulled me into his lap and told me that if I was going to be Christina instead of Christopher I was going to have to pay more attention to the things he said. I pulled a face at that and told him that he’d have to look up feminism in the college library, and we both laughed. After I kissed him goodbye at the front door I did the breakfast dishes and decided to take him at his word. I called Barbara up and asked her if she was busy, and if she’d mind coming shopping with me for some stuff I needed. I didn’t tell her what had happened between Brian and I, or the kinds of things I needed help shopping for, but she seemed very pleased to get out of the house and said she’d be over to pick me up in an hour or so. I dressed in jeans and a t-shirt (only this time one of Ashleigh’s), then brushed my hair carefully and pinned it back from my face but without tying it up. I put on just a trace of mascara and some lipstick. Then I spent the rest of the hour watching bad morning television and talking into Brian’s tape recorder, trying to imitate the way the women on TV talked. I found if I talked softly and pronounced words more carefully I sounded much better. I knew I’d need a lot of practice, but ...

... I felt more confident. The buzzer for the door downstairs sounded and I pushed the button to let Barbara come up. As I opened the door to let her in her face registered only mild surprise at the way I looked, though she did a double take when she saw my breasts pushing though the t-shirt. "Well, hello," she said, smiling. "Haven’t you come out of your shell today." I blushed and said hello, trying my best to keep my voice sounding acceptable. I asked her whether she wanted coffee, and she sat at the kitchen table while I made it. "I wondered when you’d get around to telling everyone," she said. I looked at her questioningly. She told me that she’d known for ages that something was going on. She’d noticed in yoga classes that my body had been changing dramatically. I protested that I had been careful to bind my breasts when I was doing yoga, but she told me it was my hips and butt more than anything else that had given the game away. I shrugged. Whatever. At least she was still my friend. She asked me if I wanted to be called anything different, and I said Brian had called me Christina so I guessed Chris was still okay. She raised her eyebrows at that. "How does Brian feel about all this?" I blushed all the way down to my toes. Barbara had never met Brian, but I’d told her all about him and our friendship over the years. I think she guessed from the way I skittered nervously around the kitchen that he and I had been more than friends since he found out. I told Barbara that he ...