Chapter #63A moment of intimacy by: Kirafair   Chris was well aware he’d lost several pounds of weight during his time spent living as Debra Burns. Particularly in the last month or so before the family beach vacation. The desire to look halfway decent in a bathing suit outweighed any long-term concerns the weight loss might bring about. But seeing his body next to Debra’s, it was clear he wasn’t the only one to undergo some changes.
In retrospect, he had noticed her calves and butt appearing more buff. He’d attributed that to playing soccer, riding the bike and doing his old chores around the Jackson household. The amazing part was the notable definition in her abdominal muscles. He had to admit she looked pretty hot. The former nerdy bookworm had undergone a metamorphosis.
Debra was apologizing profusely as Chris lightly stroked his fingertips across her abs. His line of sight naturally dropped to see the prosthetic cock hanging between her legs. They had openly discussed the things they’d done to fit their new identities, but this was the first time seeing it. He suppressed an urge to reach out and touch it.
“No need to apologize. I do have a couple questions though” he said softly while continuing to stare at Debra’s groin. “Why do you seem surprised right now?” he asked
She waved her hands in dismay “I sort of avoided seeing my body while naked. In the back of my mind, I was always afraid your Mom walking in and discovering I wasn’t her son. So, I typically got dressed as quickly as possible.”
Chris nodded in agreement having felt something similar on many occasions. “Well, I think you look sexy. My next question is how were you able to accomplish this?” Debra went on to explain reading an email from the Men’s soccer coach listing the exercise goals expected for the team. During that period where her self-esteem was at its lowest, she was motivated by trying to be just like the popular Chris Jackson. Later on, after joining the summer league at the University, she diligently performed the recommended exercises daily with the hope it would help her play better.
“Whenever there was an experiment incubating and I had nothing else to do, I would run up and down the stairwell as well” she added.
Chris expressed a mix of surprise and awe “Your lab is on the 5th floor! How many times a day would you do that?”
She shrugged sheepishly “A few times I guess”
Despite the distractions, his mind processed all this information. This was one of the things he admired about Debra and frankly was a little envious of. Her ability to totally focus on something and give it her all. An amusing thought occurred to him. The only time in his life where he’d completely thrown himself into a task was learning how to act like a teenage girl and maintaining Debra’s academic standing during the swap. In both instances, he had been successful. Was this fact influencing his desire to keep impersonating Debra?
It was unnecessary but Debra picked up his mini skirt to try it on muttering about confirming her suspicions. There was no way she would be able to zip it up fully. Chris giggled at the sight. “You’re eventually going to need a waist cincher. Fortunately, I have one you can borrow”
Giving up, she let the skirt drop to the floor and started apologizing again. It finally dawned on Chris they had an interesting opportunity. One which he often wondered when it might finally happen. They were alone in the house. Debra was essentially naked since it was easy to ignore the beige colored elastic bandage binding her breasts. It didn’t take a genius what was on his mind. Which was probably why Debra needed a little nudging.
“Oh gawd. I didn’t think… I mean, I did think… Of course I…. but umm…” she grew tongue tied attempting to say the right thing. Chris gently touched the side of her face. “It’s okay, just turn your brain off. Let the heart take over”
*****
Debra loved how Chris always managed to keep her grounded. She tried to heed his advice while studying his face. With makeup on, he was actually quite pretty. How ironic that it took a boy to prove ‘Debra Burns’ didn’t have to be a dorky young woman. Clearly, she’d allowed her inherent stubbornness to refuse to act like other girls her age. It was really stupid. Her real and fake mothers wore makeup and dressed nicely.
She reached toward the side of his head and pushed the long locks of hair aside. Her fingers gently tracing along the top of his ear. Chris tilted his head to the side welcoming the caress. No words were necessary. Debra gazed lovingly into his eyes and slid her hand behind his head. Her fingers weaving deeply into his hair, she pulled him closer for a kiss. It started out softly but grew more fervent by the second. As they kissed, both of her hands slid behind his back and deftly undid the bra clasps. Chris’ shoulders twitched as he sought to let the bra straps slip down his arms. Debra left that for him to handle. She directed her hands inside the waistband of his panties and massaged his wonderful butt.
Once he'd discarded the bra, Chris’ arms encircled her neck. It was a delightfully feminine gesture. His fingers slid through her short hair as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. Without any real conscious thought, she backed Chris toward the bed and easily lowered him down. He indicated his approval by pulling her body on top of his. While they kissed, Debra sensed Chris had ceded control to her. With her confidence growing, she wanted nothing more than to make him feel loved. She planted kisses on his neck and then slowly descended toward his chest.
Before Debra could debate if she was doing something wrong, Chris urged her on. “Go ahead. Touch my boobs. Kiss them” he whispered. She barely hesitated before kissing one of the silicone prosthetics. He responded with a pleasurable moan so Debra added a massage to the other boob. “Can you feel that?” she asked
“A little. I love what you’re doing. You make me feel loved.” Encouraged by Chris’ words, Debra became a bit bolder. Her hands roamed over his body. She could feel his stiff cock straining against the gaff which hid it from the rest of the world.
Debra did her best to massage it through the satiny material of his panties. Much as she would have loved to escalate this further, now was not a great time. She propped herself up on one elbow and stared into his eyes. “I’d dearly love to go all the way but we really can't” she said sadly
*****
Chris knew she was right as he sighed. “I get it. You’re going to say Mom will be home soon and we’re too young. Or how our future would be upended by one moment of indiscretion. Very logical”
Debra stared at him uncomprehendingly for several moments. “Oh, yeah. All that. But when I said we can’t, I really meant I can’t. You see, my cock and balls are glued on. Without the solvent there is no way for you to gain access”
Leave it to Debra to say something so absurd and yet matter of factly. Add in the casual use of slang for male genitals left Chris wanting to burst out laughing.
“Your fake cock is glued on so we can’t have sex” he summarized while biting the inside of his cheeks.
Debra hadn’t quite grasped the hilarity in her words. “Of course I glued it on. Can you imagine if I was walking around someplace like school and it fell out onto the ground?”
Chris couldn’t hold it back any longer. He covered his mouth and giggled uncontrollably. It took her a few moments, but Debra soon joined in. They enjoyed a hearty laugh until she calmed down enough to observe “We have quite the unusual relationship wouldn't you agree?”
He cupped the sides of her face and kissed her lips passionately. “I prefer to think we have a groovy kind of love” he said. A reference to the song Debra had incorporated into the photo frame she’d given him for ‘her’ birthday. He turned his head to see the frame sitting on the nearby vanity table.
Debra slid off the bed careful not to injure him. “I’d better get dressed then” she said stating the obvious. Chris started to nod his head when an idea suddenly occurred to him. “Wait. Can you do one thing for me first?”
Without knowing what he wanted, she readily agreed. Chris adopted the most angelic expression he could muster.
*****
Debra stood facing Chris with her hands on both hips feigning indignation. “I’m glad you’re getting a good laugh out of this” she said with a grin.
It turned out Cris wanted to use their remaining private time to see her walk around in high heels. Then he asked her to put on an Emerald green sweater dress to enhance the overall look. The elasticity in the material made this easy. With great difficulty, Chris constrained his amusement. “That really is a good color on you sweety. Now walk back and forth for me one more time”
Debra caught a glimpse of her image in a mirror. With her hairy legs and flat chest, she was hardly a paragon of femininity. But he made a good point, the color of the dress did match well with her hair. It was funny how Chris was far more knowledgeable about women’s fashion than she was.
“I think it’s really sexy that my boyfriend can wear my clothes” he said kiddingly
Debra rolled her eyes at his joke “Seriously, I feel like I’m about to topple over in these heels. How do you manage it?
Chris patted her shoulder sympathetically “It's okay honey, I’ll teach you”. They both shared a laugh again.
*****
After getting dressed in their proper clothes, the two returned to the kitchen. While Chris was making a snack, Debra reviewed their recent conversation. “Are you going to be okay not playing soccer this Fall?” she asked
“Totally. I said before I only played to help fit in at school. It's not like I was going to make a career of it. Besides, I’ll live vicariously watching you play”
He noticed the skeptical look on her face “Stop that. I’m sure you’ll be a better player than me by the end of the season. You can do this!”
“Okay, but what are you going to do this Fall then?” Debra asked curiously
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