Chenge - part 1

"Cause she's my best friend Mom," I replied with a sigh. This was, after all, not even remotely close to the first time she had tried to have this conversation. She was talking about Jess who, in fact, had been one of my best friends for as long as I could remember.

Alright, I can easily admit that ‘physically,’ Jess is hot. Tall, slim and blond with a 34D chest (Yes, I do know it, as I said, ‘for as long as I could remember’) But the truth is, I rarely allowed my thoughts to wander in that directed when it came to her and on the rare occasions that they did, it just felt wrong.

"But she's so nice Billy," Mom started again in her nicest, 'Motherly advice' tone.

I tried desperately to avoid rolling my eyes. I failed. Never the less, she just wasn't going to let it drop so it was just in my best interests to remove myself from the conversation.

"I'm going over Jess’s," I called over my shoulder as I headed out the door.

"You'll end up together," I heard her call back.

ZAP!

Suddenly I was in darkness. I squinted to see but it didn't help. It took me a moment to realize that I was pressed against something very warm and soft. In fact, it felt like I was hugging it. A strong but familiar perfume seemed to permeate the area. Intoxicating, but what was it? It actually took me yet another moment to realize I was in motion. Swaying dully from side to side; the motion seemed to reveal that I was being carried. But that didn't explain where, why, or by whom. Or why it was so dark!

For nearly a minute I simply took in what little sensory data I could before I decided enough was enough. I tried to speak, except nothing came out. Nothing. No sound. I couldn’t even feel my lips move. I tried again with the same results. I’m… I’m mute!?

Fighting off a momentary surge of panic I managed to focus. Letting go would be risky since I had no idea where I was but it seemed like my only option at this point. Steeling myself for a drop I tried to let go of whoever I was holding. The panic returned again quickly. None of my muscles were working! I'm stuck!

'Shit! What do I do now?!'

Somebody blew out an exasperated breath above my head and a moment later I was exposed to the world again. I could almost feel my eyes bulge.

Holy shit! It was Jess! In just her bra! I immediately turned away only to find myself staring directly into one of the biggest nipples I’d ever seen. I turned back and forth, realizing slowly that it was one of her nipples. I'd been looking at a mirror. But how could that be? How could I be between her and the mirror but not see myself? And then it hit me. Somehow, in some way, I WAS the only thing between Jess and the mirror. I was Jess's bra.

It didn’t make any sense, but there it was. I watched, Jess turn from left to right as she admired her half naked body in the mirror. I must have stared at my best friend for nearly a minute before the shock finally began to subside.

'Jess! Jess! It's me! Bill!' I tried to scream; realizing the futility in doing so when I couldn't even hear myself. Sure enough, she gave no indication she heard me at all.

Instead, Jess wandered over to her dresser and pulled out one of her favorite shirts, a faded purple one that she loved to wear at home when she got out of her school clothes. She'd actually gotten as far as poking her head through the opening before she stopped. Leaving the shirt around her neck but not actually pulling it down; she reached over and picked up her cell.

I watched her hit the speed dial setting for my number and lift the phone to her ear.

‘Jess!! I'm right here!’ It occurred to me that since my cell phone was on me when I got… changed... it was probably part of her bra too.

Regardless, after a moment my voicemail came on and she left a quick message asking me to call her back. Then she closed the phone and tossed it into the middle of her bed.

Even from my vantage point, wrapped around her chest, I could see her deciding something in her head and a moment later we had wandered over to her bedroom door which she locked. Why did she do that? She had never, in all the years I'd known her and had visited her in this very room, ever locked her door.

A moment later she climbed onto her unmade bed, reclining comfortably in the middle. I wasn't certain where this was headed; but I was suddenly keenly aware for the first time of just how very female and how very very hot she was.

'Jess, I don't know what you're about to do; but please don't do it!'

I had been avoiding looking back at her chest out of politeness since it felt like I was spying on her. This no longer became an option when I realized that her nipple had begun to press on me. I found myself staring at the hardening bud of my best bud.

'Oh... fuck.'

Suddenly something heavy handed on my back and my attention swung around to find out what it was. It was directly on top of me and while I was far too close to get a decent sense of what it was; I'm a teenage guy. I had guessed what it would be before I even began to look. I had never seen it before; but apparently Jess had a large pink vibrator. She'd rested it between her breasts (and on me) while she adjusted her position on the bed.

"There..." she breathed when she'd found the perfect spot.

"No no no no!" I tried to scream. Tried to move! Tried to do anything to get her attention. Nothing did. And a moment later a low, yet audible humming filled the room.

I watched the tip of the vibrator start off at the top of her stomach as it slowly began to work its way south. I could already feel her heartbeat increasing as she let an extremely soft yet obviously content moan.

After she had circled her belly button she'd continued farther south until she'd reached her crotch. But she hadn't even unbuttoned her jeans yet; so I admit that I was slightly curious as to how she'd proceed. But she didn't open them, the vibrator danced across her most sensitive spot all through the denim. Not that that particularly stopped Jess from enjoying it.

"Yeah..." she breathed followed by another moan.

Maybe she didn't intend to go any further. This thought lasted until the vibrator was removed from between her legs and instead placed beside her while she sat up. I felt her fiddle with a part that might once have been my foot before I suddenly fell away from her chest. A second later she had shucked me off completely and carelessly tossed me away. Briefly, the relieved thought that this would at least spare me from having to watch Jess do what she was doing. I was pretty sure I'd never be able to see her as just a friend ever again as it was.

This relieved feeling lasted until I landed almost directly between her knees. I how had a front row seat to my best friend's crotch.

'Shit.'

In a flash the humming pink vibrator was back in her hand as it was pressed against the nipple I had, myself, been pressed tightly to only a moment before. Jess uttered a gasp as her other hand began caressing her other breast. I tore my eyes away from her ample chest and up to her face. I admit I could only see part of it past her crotch and from between her heaving breasts; but I could still see that she was already beginning to perspire as she marched herself closer to release. And she hadn't even opened her jeans yet. I was transfixed. I have little doubt that, even were I still in my own body, I would still be totally unable to move as I watched.

Jess was usually more of a tom-boy. I mean sure, I'd seen her sort of doll herself up when she went out on dates before. Somewhere in the back of my head, I had recognized that, were she not Jess I would have been all over her. But she was Jess. And somehow that made her less a girl and more a buddy. I certainly don't fuck my buddies.

But now, as I watched her face begin to flush with desire, I was absolutely captivated by how powerful, how beautiful, how absolutely feminine she was. And that's when she started reaching for the button to her jeans.

Carefully, she placed the still humming vibrator between her breasts which held it in place easily. And I watched as she unbuttoned the top button of her pants. Her jeans, I noticed were the zipper less brand, having just a series of buttons instead. One by one her fingers unfastened each button in succession; then, like the curtain pulling back on before the start of the show she pulled her jeans open to reveal her panties.

A little wiggling of her hips and a couple of powerful kicks from her legs and the jeans sailed over me and over the side of the bed and onto the floor.

If I'd had a mouth; my jaw would have hit the floor. My best friend was wearing a thong of a rich, royal-purple color. My sight traced the edges of the triangle of cloth covering her most intimate spot as it became just a line of cloth and disappeared down between her ass cheeks and out of sight.

Now she lifted the vibrator from between her breasts and brought it down towards me. I realized she was teasing herself as she bypassed her pantied pussy with the vibrator and began rubbing in along the inside of her thigh. With the thong in the way, I couldn't see her pussy at this range; but I could smell the lust emanating from her. Her other hand came down and began rubbing her nether lips through the cloth of the thong. Softly at first but she quickly began to pick up speed.

After the vibrator had performed a few passes over her thighs she suddenly pulled it up to her face. With a quick click she'd turned it off and I actually began to wonder whether she was finished. I was answered by watching throw her head back and open her mouth wide. Slowly she started to lower the vibrator into her wet, waiting mouth; he pink tongue reaching up to great and guide it in. Even more amazing was the fact that she didn't stop. I watched the pink device sink deeper and deeper between her lips until only the lip of be base was still held in her fingers. After only a moment she withdrew the now glistening toy and clicked it back on.

Gripping the now slick vibrator in her hand she used her other hand to pull the top of her thong down. I found myself actually disappointed that, at my angle, I couldn't see the puffy slit I was sure was the toys next destination.

Jess brought her toy down and I watched its tip disappear behind the cloth of the thong; followed by the sound of its buzzing suddenly being muffled. I watched my best friend gasp as the upturned base sank deeper and deeper into her core.

"Yeah..." she gasped, "oh... yeah... oh... Bil--"

"Jessica," came the sudden call from her mother, "it's time to go or you'll be late!"

'Wait, wait!' I silently screamed in supreme annoyance, 'what were you going to say?!'

She'd been about to cry out my name! I was sure of it! I had just watched her strip and masturbate to the point of orgasm but somehow this posed the greatest shock of all!

With an exasperated sigh of her own she withdrew the buzzing device and quickly turned it off. For a moment she just lay on her back, breathing heavily as she stared up at the ceiling. With a growl of frustration she rolled off the side of the bed and I watched her quickly retrieve her discarded jeans and put them back on. She did a quick turn around the room as she searched for her bra only to roll her eyes as she found me still on the bed. Her chest flew towards me as I found my face pressed securely against one of her still hard nipples. The sensation must have caused some momentary sensation because she gave my face a little pinch, which in turn caused me to pinch her nipple. Then total darkness enveloped me again.

I heard her grab the last of her accessories as her ample chest heaved against me. Then she unlocked her door and charged down the stairs.

"Is Bill here," she asked, frustration still edging into her tone as soon as she reached the kitchen.

"No sweetie," her Mom replied, "but there is another young man waiting by the door."

'What? Who could that be?' I wondered.

"Flash?"

"Hey, Jessica," I heard Flash reply in his best 'I'm sexy and you should want me' tone.

Flash! Flash is another student at our school. He's made a couple of attempts toward Jess before; but he's usually been suck a fucking dick to me that she's always shot him down. Flash isn’t even his real name; it’s like Frederick Swartscoff or something like that. He thinks it sounds cool, I think it makes him sound like a bully from Spider-Man.

"I was hoping I would walk you to school," Flash announces casually.

'She'll say no,' I think confidently.

"Sure," she replies cheerfully.

I'm about to go into shock when she adds.

"...Just as soon as Bill gets here."

"Oh," I hear him say in mock surprise, "are you two together?"

My world shakes as Jess gives a little laugh. "No," she answers, "we're just friends."

"Oh yeah," he says and I'm suddenly very aware that he's much closer and before Jess can reply I feel a large, heavy mass press me further into Jess's breast. I don't hear exactly what happens due to the rustle of fabric until a loud slap suddenly cuts through the noise and the pressure instantly vanishes.

"Get out," an angry Jess orders Flash, sounding suddenly breathless. I can only guess what else he was touching or trying to touch.

"...bitch," Flash mutters as I hear him head out the door.

Jess remains relatively motionless for a couple of minutes afterwards as her breathing relaxes. "What a dick," she says to herself as she pulls out her cell and tries to call me again. "Damn it, where the hell is he?" I sway heavily on her chest as she paces a few times before announcing to the room in general, "sorry Billy, but I can't wait anymore." With that, we're out the door and headed for school.

* * * * *

I could tell that she started getting antsy during homeroom. Her soft breasts were pressed farther into me as I heard her try to text my cell phone a few more times. She normally wasn't this clingy; but then, she normally could get a hold of me. With nobody answering at home and nobody answering my cell, she was getting worried.

"Humph," I heard her grump, "I wish I knew where he was."

Suddenly the whole atmosphere seemed to change. Her entire body had just tensed and she took a sudden breath causing her chest to heave against me yet again. Then, from the other side of her shirt; I felt one of her hands suddenly cup the breast I was wrapped around.

"Billy," she asked in shock, "is that you?"

For a moment I was too surprised to respond. 'Yes it's me, Jess!' I called out silently, 'I'm stuck as your… your bra! You have to help me!'

A glimmer of light suddenly hit me as the top of her shirt was pulled away and a wide-eyed Jessica peered down at me.

"Billy?" she asked again, her tone making clear she hadn't heard me.

"Are you really talking to your tits now?" came an arrogant sounding female voice from nearby and I was instantly engulfed in darkness as Jess released her shirt and the elastic snapped back into place.

Jess gave a sigh as she tried to sound casual. "Just looking for intelligent conversation," she told the owner of the new voice, "I can talk to the boobs in here," she said as she pressed her hand against me through her shirt, "or I can talk to one of the boobs in this class. Speaking of which, how are you today, Liz?"

Liz! I should have recognized the voice immediately. Liz was, in a word, a bitch. Jess could easily be considered by many to be one of the prettier, if not the prettiest, girl in our class. Somewhere along the line, Liz had decided that she was more beautiful that Jess and it pissed her off to no end that Jess still got so much attention. For her part, Liz was a little shorter than Jess, and had a little more extra weight than Jess, though the fact that most of that was in her bra did earn her a number of admirers.

They rarely if ever fought in the open. Instead, most the their conversations appeared pleasant to the casual observer with the score of dirty looks and backhanded insults only becoming apparent as you paid more attention. Bill had seen a number of these and knew the level of frustration that Jess felt at having to deal with her on an almost daily basis.

"Well," Liz replied a moment later, "keep it up. You want them to stay perky. After all, they'll be your chief money makers some day. Talk to you later sweetie."

I almost laughed when I realized Jess had momentary forgotten about me as she glowered in her chair. I'd actually managed to count to six before I had a replay of the shock she'd expressed before. This time she excused herself to the bathroom.

The wobbly shaking her breasts gave me as she practically sprinted to the girls bathroom was amazing. As soon as she'd reached the bathroom I heard her turn the deadbolt. I was confused when she apparently turned upside down and her breasts attempted to fall up out of me; but an instant later she righted herself only to do so again. She's checking under the stalls, I realized.

With one quick movement I was exposed to the world as she yanked her shirt up and off of her head. She was standing in front of the mirror. Her eyes locked on me.

"I don't know how I know," she told me as she started to blush, "but somehow I know that that's you Billy." Her eyes studied me as she waited for some sign that I was here. "Can you talk?" she asked at last.

'Apparently not,' I thought in disappoint.

"Can you move?" she asked next.

I tried. I strained everything that I thought was, or might be a muscle in this form. Nothing worked. I was totally helpless.

Her eyebrows creased in frustration. "Come on," she said as she cupped her breasts and began shaking them, "do something!" It must of suddenly hit her what she was doing because she suddenly whipped her hands away as if they were burned.

"Sorry," she whispered.

How had she realized I was there? I was embarrassed to realize the thought had come so late. How do you suddenly realize that a piece of underwear is your best friend? Whatever power had changed me had also let her know where I was. I tried to think about what she'd said before she'd realized I was here. I couldn't. I had a very vivid memory of her small pink nipple pressed against what would have been my face. I could describe the delicate wrinkles in the skin that I noticed at my close proximity. The tiny imperfections in the skin which were invisible from even a few inches away. I could even describe her level of anxiety based upon the steady beat of her heart. All of this I could describe; but I could only vaguely tell you that I knew she wanted to know where I was.

I shook these thoughts away as I realized she had been talking.

"...talk to me," she finished.

'Me too,' I thought back.

Her eyes went wide. "Billy?"

'...yeah?'

"Billy!" she cried as she wrapped her arms around me and proceed to hug me tighter to her chest. "Oops, sorry," she said after a moment and released me. "What are you doing as my bra?" she asked at last. No anger or recrimination, just genuine concern in her voice.

I explained how I'd been getting ready for school and then suddenly, ZAP, here I was.

"So you've been there all morn...ing...?" her voice trailed off as she went back of what she'd done this morning through her head. "ALL morning?!" she demanded, an edge of panic and anger in her voice.

'Yes, Jess,' I thought back sheepishly.

Jess proceeded to turn a bright shade of red.

* * * * *

We returned to class. This time, however, I was being carried by Jess's hand. I didn't blame her, while I couldn't call the experience unpleasant, I certainly would have felt awkward if our positions where reversed and she was a pair of my boxer shorts. Instead, she'd simply changed into her sports bra early. She also didn't feel comfortable stashing me in her gym bag. So instead she'd kept me on top of her books in her open book bag.

I actually had a pretty good view of a portion of the room. Not to mention an excellent view, staring up at Jess. She kept glancing down at me as if I were suddenly going to disappear.

If I'd had any eyes, I would have rolled them. She knew where I was. Somehow, this made me confident that eventually she'd find a way to change me back. Things would be okay. Or so I thought until a strange hand grabbed me and yanked to out of her book bag just as the class bell rang.

A huge nose suddenly filled my vision as it took a deep inhale; obviously enjoying Jess's scent. I turned my perception around to see Jess already looking around in apparent panic. It took her no more than in instant to zero in on my new location and the person holding me.

"Give it back Flash," she commanded.

'Flash! What a fucking prick!'

I saw the corner of her mouth twitch as she suppressed a smile at my words. Unfortunately, Flash may have seen it too.

"Want this back?" he asked in a mocking tone as a couple of his buddies looked on. "What will you give me for it?"

I saw her eyes dart between the trio of larger boys as she tried to decide what to do. I saw her decision on her face before she'd even moved. As fast as she could she made a sudden lunge for me. Unfortunatly for me, Flash was true to his name and an instant later I was held high above his head. As Jess backed away again, Flash suddenly brought me back down. In one horrifying instant I realized my destination. Flash was stuffing me down the front of his pants. My last view of Jess what of her face turning to panic as I disappeared into darkness. An instant later I met my new roommate. That asshole, Flash, had not only stuck me down the front of his jeans; but the front of his boxers too!

He let his waistband snap back into place and a moment later I was pressed and rubbed against his member as Flash proceeded to put on a show of how much he was enjoying Jess's bra there.

"Oohhh," he groaned, "that feels nice. Oh, I'm sorry, did you want something?"

"Give it back, Flash, now!" Jess commanded again, though panic was obviously showing now. Flash picked up on it too.

"Why," he asked after a moment, "why do you want it back so bad?" As if my situation weren't bad enough, I felt Flash's dick start to twitch to life. The bastard was getting off on seeing Jess in distress!

"It's important to me," Jess pleaded, "It's impossible to replace."

Suddenly I was pressed more roughly against Flash's hardening shaft. I soon found myself partially wrapped around this shaft and being rubbed up and down through his jeans.

"Well listen babe," he groaned as my nightmare down below continued, "I'm going to cum on something. It can be on this..." he gave me another squeeze for emphasis, "or it can be... somewhere else."

You bastard! I was angry before. I was absolutely fucking livid now! Within seconds I had hurled every curse I had ever heard at my--no 'our' tormentor and then added several new ones only to have the entire list begin again! '...CUM-GARGLING SON-OF-A-BITCH BASTARD MOTHERFUCKER...'

Jess's reply stopped me cold. "Alright, what do you want?" her tone was one of concern and defeat.

'No! Jess! Don't do it! Don't give this bastard what he wants!' I screamed as loud as I could, praying she'd hear me and would comply.

"Blow me," Flash commanded. A long moment passed.

"Aww..." Jess began and I instantly detected the change in her tone, now dripping with seductive energy. "You've gone a long way to get my attention, you sure you don't want something... more?"

A moment later I was crushed against Flash's throbbing manhood and somehow I knew that it was now Jess's body that was trapping me between them.

Flash moaned at the sudden contact but finally managed to get out, "alright."

My blood ran cold through my veins as I heard the sound of a kiss taking place above me while Flash's cock began to throb dangerously beside me.

After what seemed like an eternity I heard the kiss break as the weight of her body finally eased up. "Now let's release the little guy," she cooed and I was suddenly very aware of how close she was.

A sliver of light struck me then and I got more than an eyeful of Flash's throbbing dick before I looked around toward my rescuer. In that moment, Jess's face was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen in my life.

'My hero,' I groaned at her.

'There he is,' she sighed as she actually reached past me. A brief flash of panic went through my mind as she gently wrapped her hand around Flash's tool. Relief flooded back as her other hand reached in and grabbed me tightly. After the last few minutes, her soft, sweet smelling hand was just heaven.

"But wait," she said, concern in her tone, "are you sure it will work? It looks really sore!"

"Mmm..huh?" Flash replied as his thoughts drifted back down towards earth, "What? It's not sor--"

His next word was cut off and replaced by a high pitched squeal as Jess ripped me free from his pants and planted her knee securely in his crotch instead.

"No?" she called over her shoulder as she spun around, grabbed her book bag, and sprinted for the door, "sure looks sore to me!"

As she rushed to her next class I was unceremoniously shoved into the top of her gym bag. When she reached the locker room it had already mostly cleared out. When she was sure she had some relative privacy she finally opened the bag and pulled me out again.

"That was too close," she scolded me.

'What?! Don't yell at me! It wasn't like that was my idea,' I griped back.

She rolled her eyes and started to pull her shirt off; remember only at the last moment that I was, in fact, staring at her. She glared back at me and exchanged me with the gym clothes in her bag only allowing me back into the light when she was completely changed.

"Listen," she said at last, "I can't wear you while I'm at gym, but Flash won't be allowed in here so you should be safe." She unclipped her new ankle bracelet and dropped it into the gym bag as she continued to talk. "But when I get back, I think it would be best if I actually… uh… ‘wore’ you to ensure we don't have a replay of what we just went through."

Despite her confident tone and calm demeanor, I could tell she was nervous about her suggestion. If I'd had a face, I would have smiled.

"Sure, Jess," I said.

She radiated a big smile down at me as she placed me gently on top of her clothes in the gym bag and placed it inside an empty locker. “Good, see you later, Billy.”

And so my waiting started. It's strange, I was in the girl’s locker room, the Mecca to most boys my age, but I had only paid any attention to one girl.

'I do love her,' I realized at last.

The sudden sound of the locker opening accompanied by the blast of light into the darkened space startled me. It had only been a couple of minutes; why had she come back so soon?

Shit, it wasn't Jess! Liz stood framed in the doorway of the locker; staring down at me. She bent over as her hands shot out and I braced myself for whatever new punishment fate had in store. Instead, she pushed me aside and proceeded to dig deeper into Jess's bag. After a minute of searching she pulled out Jess's anklet.

"Nice," she breathed as she tried to clip it around her ankle. It was too small, I noted with satisfaction.

Liz frowned at it. "Humph... I wish it fit," she said in disappointment. Immediately the stone in the anklet gave out a soft flash of light and the anklet seemed to just grow longer.

'What the fuck?!' I thought!

"What the fuck?!" Liz exclaimed!

Immediately everything clicked in my head. 'That's why I'm stuck!' Somehow, Jess's new anklet granted wishes and somehow, one of Jess's wishes had changed me into her bra! Suddenly things made a weird sort of sense. That was also how she'd suddenly realized where I was; and how she'd suddenly heard me talking! She'd wished for each without either of us realizing it.

Then the sudden reality of the situation hit me as I realized that the smile spreading across Liz's face meant she had realized the same thing!

"No!" I screamed as the locker slammed closed.

* * * * *

Almost an hour later, Jess finally returned. She was drenched in sweat and was reaching for her towel to go shower when she noticed that I'd been moved. A second later she realized I was screaming up at her.

She was just starting to lean down toward me to find out what was wrong when the sound of a voice right behind her made her jump. She spun around, using her body to block the opening to the locker. Protecting me, I realize miserably.

"What do you want Liz," she asked, her tone barely hiding her irritation.

"Ooh... I just wanted to say 'Hi,'" she cooed at Jess, "and to tell you that, I really wish you were... more useful."

From my angle near the floor I could still see the soft flash from the anklet as it obeyed its current master. In an instant Jess was transformed from a beautiful woman into something much smaller. I didn't immediately realize what it was as it fell to the ground; but the look of supreme satisfaction on Liz's face told me that she was pleased with the results.

Confidently, Liz swaggered over and plucked a small object in a pink wrapper from the floor.

'No!' I screamed as I realized what it was and what Liz intended to do with it. Jess had become a tampon.

"Let's go put you to good use," Liz cooed as she turned and started to walk away. She had almost left my sight when she stopped and looked back towards me; apparently deep in thought. Her eyes narrowed as she turned and advanced back towards me.

When she reached the locker she stopped and glared down at me.