More Than A Fan - Chapter 8

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"You're home early," Tom commented, as Becca came in from the garage. He had just finished exercising with Diedre and was still wearing his leotard. He'd quit wondering why his exercise clothing had disappeared; the leotards felt more comfortable anyway.

"The director was sick, so we couldn’t do much on the video," Becca explained, coming up behind Tom and wrapping her arms around his waist. "Besides, I can't stay away from you very long." She pushed her face through his hair and nibbled on his ear.

Tom purred with contentment. "I like it when you do that," he said. His smile broadened when her hand rose to caress his breast.

"Do you want to go out for lunch, and maybe do a little shopping?" Becca asked, continuing to playfully nuzzle Tom.

"I'd rather do something else," Tom said playfully.

"We can do that later," Becca promised. "But now, let's just" She stopped, frowning, and she quit kissing Tom's neck.

"What?" Tom's voice betrayed his disappointment that Becca had stopped.

"Oh, it's nothing," Becca said. "I was just thinking about all the press if we go out."

Tom shrugged, turning so he was face-to-face with Becca. He kissed her tenderly. "I try to ignore them, just like you said" he whispered.

"Do you want to have some fun with them today?" she asked, her voice hinting at something that could be amusing.

"How?" Tom's curiosity was piqued.

"We could" She shook her head. "Nah, forget it. It was a dumb idea."

"What?" Tom asked, now genuinely interested. She'd learned exactly how to pique his curiosity.

"I was thinking that maybe we could screw with their minds and play a joke on them," she said, sounding reluctant. "But I think it'd be a bit too much for you."

"What would be too much?" Tom protested. "Tell me, please."

Becca kissed him again. She smiled to herself; she was playing him like a Stradivarius. "Well, do you remember when I had you wearing my costume in the dressing room?" she asked.

Tom grinned. "How could I forget? You were incredibly fucking hot!"

"If you could do that," Becca continued, "then maybe we could go out as girlfriends, to confuse the press."

Tom's eyes widened in surprise at her suggestion. "Go out  in public as a woman?" His jaw flapped for a moment. "I could never do that," he protested weakly. "And we'd never get away with it."

"You're probably right," Becca said, disappointed. "But I think you could get away with it." She let her hand wander to play with his breast again as she kissed him.

"Do you really think so?" Tom asked. Distracted by her ministrations with his body, he was a little less convinced. In their bedroom play, he was frequently dressed, and acting, as a girl.

"How about if we try something?" Becca suggested, sounding a little less unhappy. "I'll get my stylist and makeup artist, and, after they get done, if you think you could pass as a woman, we'll go out as girlfriends. Otherwise, we'll just have a fun afternoon like normal."

"But " Tom protested weakly, sounding like he wasn't quite sure what to say.

"You dress up for me without any problems, and you look really good. With your acting and voice lessons, you shouldn't have any problem pulling it off." Becca grinned. "And you know how hot I get when you dress up? Think of how fucking horny I'll be if we spend an afternoon with you dressed up!"

Tom pondered the options. "I guess we could try," he said after a moment of thought.

An hour and a half later, Tom stood before the mirror, staring at himself in amazement. He couldn't see his male face; what he beheld was a very stunning woman, with her hair styled in a free-spirited and very feminine style, and perfect makeup. Tom's cheeks appeared higher, thanks to some neat work by the makeup artist, and his eyes were neatly framed with color and liner, making them look softer and sexier. Some lipstick and liner made the most of his lips, giving them a more sensuous, fuller appearance. Becca had even given him a pair of her fanciest earrings to replace the simple studs he wore in his pierced ears. She'd persuaded him to have them pierced a couple of months earlier, and now the piercings came in handy. There was nothing even remotely male about Tom's face.

From the neck down, Tom also looked alluring. The blouse he wore was tight enough to accentuate his waist and his breasts, padded as they were by his bra, and with very feminine tight jeans and mules, he didn't look at all like a guy. It helped his appearance, too, that he had fake nails which were painted them to match his lipstick.

"What do you think?" Becca asked, looking over his shoulder.

"This is fucking amazing!' Tom said, awestruck.

Becca frowned. "Try with your stage voice," she prompted.

Tom concentrated for a brief moment. It was getting easier and easier to shift into his stage voice with every passing day of lessons. "I can't believe this is really me!" he said in a breathy, feminine voice.

"I want to take you right now," Becca said lustfully. "We are going to have one long, steamy night of sex when we get home." She nibbled on his ear. "So? What do you think? Do you think you can pass as a girl?"

Tom nodded eagerly. "Yeah. This is amazing."

Becca took his hand and started to lead him out of his bathroom, but she stopped. "There's a problem," she announced.

"What?" Tom actually sounded disappointed that she'd thought of something wrong.

"I can't call you Tom, can I? That'd give away the whole fucking joke!" Becca read the disappointment on his face. "I know, we'll call you Amber for today. Is that okay?"

"Amber," Tom said softly as he thought. "I like it. Amber it is."

"Let's go, Amber," Becca said, sounding once more enthusiastic about their outing. "Let's have a girl's day!"

Becca lay on Tom's arm, snuggled up next to him under a blanket, her right arm draped across his body. "That was great, wasn't it?" She had a very contented look on her face.

Tom grinned. "You're always great," he said, turning to give her a quick kiss on her forehead.

Becca lifted her chin and met his lips. After a long, tender kiss, she let her head loll back on his arm. "I wasn't talking about that." She saw his frown. "Well, yeah, I guess I was. But I was thinking more about today." She looked up at him. "Did you enjoy yourself today?"

Tom nodded. "It was a lot more fun than I thought it would be."

Becca smiled. "I'm glad. You know, I think everyone thought you were a natural woman," she observed. "You fooled everyone. With your vocal training, you can do the voice, and with your trim body, you really look like a woman."

Tom blushed. "Do you really think so?"

"You enjoyed being dressed as a woman today, didn't you?" Becca asked bluntly. "You had a really good time, didn’t you?"

Tom nodded sheepishly. "It was fun. Not as fun as our bedroom games," he added quickly. "But I was terrified that it wouldn't work."

"You're a natural," Becca said. "I've got to get you cast in my music video because you're so fucking good at acting."

"I almost gave it away when you kissed me at lunch," Tom said with a smile. "I didn't expect you to French kiss me in public, especially when I looked like a woman."

"And what do you think you look like now, wearing that teddy?" Becca grinned, her hand caressing his breast. "You love it, don't you?"

Tom's cheeks burned with embarrassment. "It's it's not right," he protested weakly. At Becca's insistence, since he was wearing the feminine teddy, he was speaking in his 'stage' voice.

"But you fucking love it, don't you?" Becca persisted.

Tom started to say no, but his feelings about her fingers playing on his nipple, through the sheer fabric of the very sexy, lace teddy, belied any attempted words to counter hers. "Yeah," he admitted shyly. "I, I like it. I like it a lot."

"So we can do this more often?" Becca pleaded. "I had such a good time with you today. It's like  a day with a best friend."

"Do you always French kiss your best friends?" Tom giggled.

"You'd be surprised," Becca laughed.

"Well you caught me by surprise, and when I started to get excited," Tom said, blushing, "I was afraid something was going to show and give away the joke."

"I told you the special panties would take care of that, didn't I?" Becca teased. "You know, if we're going to do this again, maybe you can focus your acting lessons on female mannerisms."

"Oh?" Tom asked, surprised and a bit disappointed. "What was wrong with how I was acting?"

"It's a lot of little things, like how you hold your hands when walking. How you sit, and how you eat. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't as naturally feminine as it could have been."

"Oh. I suppose, if we're going to do it again, I should learn more, shouldn't I?"

"It wouldn't hurt." She lifted her chin and kissed him again. "I want you right here, cuddling with me all night. You're so yummy to cuddle with, you know?"

"Especially after?" Tom asked with a grin.

"Anytime," Becca giggled. "But especially after. "You don't fall asleep right after like guys typically do."

"Yeah, but how many guys have sensitive chests that the woman plays with to keep them feeling warm and cuddly?"

"Good point." Becca tilted her head down, and pulling the blanket down, she playfully nibbled at Tom's nipple.

"I've been wondering about something," Tom couldn't help saying as they lay cuddling.

"What?"

"I thought the supplements and hormones would just make my chest sensitive. But I'm growing real boobs, aren't I?" His voice was timid and hesitant.

"Do you like how they feel?" Becca asked.

"Well, yeah. But guys aren't supposed to have tits. It just seems weird."

"If it makes any difference, I like them. They're kind of kinky and fun." She looked up at him, and saw the conflicting emotions in his eyes. "I love having them to play with. I love how they look, and how they feel, and how totally fucking excited they make you."

Tom smiled at her compliment. "Thanks. I just I know I should be freaking out that I'm growing boobs, but " He stopped, not quite sure how to proceed.

"I think it's really kinky when you're dressed like a woman, too," Becca purred in his ear, as her hand roamed over his breast. "As long as you've also got your  package  that I love playing with and on, too." She looked thoughtful. "Do you like it?"

Tom started to answer, but he paused. He wasn't sure if he really disliked the idea. It was fun, and the underwear got him so excited. And Becca was an absolute wildcat when he dressed up for her. "I think so," he finally said, his voice echoing uncertainty.

"As long as you like it, that's the important thing," Becca said, still distracting him. "I don't want you to do something you aren't comfortable with. That would be mean, wouldn't it?"

Tom relaxed a bit. Becca had been careful to give him the choice in all they did. Mostly. Except for the leotards. She wasn't forcing him to do anything that he didn't want, at least subconsciously. He pondered how much fun he'd had, and the resulting fun with Becca when they got home. He tried to think that about whether the changes bothered him, but when he thought about it, they really didn't. He still had his rod, and they still made love passionately and frequently and the breasts added immensely to his pleasure, and he guessed hers, too."

"Can we Can Amber go out with you more often?" he finally asked meekly, using his little-girl voice.

Becca tilted her head up and gave Tom a kiss. "I had fun today," she said, smiling. Tom was lying on the couch, and she was lying with her back against his chest.

Tom kissed her back, taking his time and giving her all the tenderness and passion he could muster. "I did, too," he answered.

Becca turned, so her hip and shoulder were leaning on Tom, and her head rested on his shoulder. "It's so relaxing to have a girls' day."

"You just like being with Amber, don't you?" Tom teased. He was still dressed and made up as Amber from the day's outing.

Becca let her fingers touch his breast. "And you like being Amber."

Tom bent forward and kissed her. "I like being with you."