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MV5	By : BaddGrrl Category: Web Comics > El Goonish Shive Views: 4422 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own El Goonish Shive, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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This chapter is a bit different - if you feel let down at the end, i promise that i am working on Pt Two
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Susan was looking forward to a weekend of being alone, watching videos - maybe a Star Trek marathon - and just relaxing. Her mother was away until the middle of the week visiting friends, and Susan was going to have the house to herself.

And then the doorbell rang.

With a sigh she checked the security camera. It was Sarah.

Oh well, Sarah was pretty good to watch movies with.

As long as you could keep her from suggesting vampire films or "historical" films.

Or "Fifty Shades of Gray."

She opened the door and invited Sarah in.

"What's up?" she asked. "It seems pretty early for you to be out and about on a Saturday."

"Well, Elliott's out with Ashley doing Elliott-and-Ashley things, Carol's hard at work at the station trying to get her next feature piece done by deadline, Mom's off doing some sort of volunteer stuff and Dad is hunting. I slept over Tedd and Grace's last night, but Grace has something she was doing today with Justin, and Tedd couldn't wait to start mad-sciencing in his lab, so ... here I am, I guess."

"No problem, come on in. I'll make twice as much popcorn and we can watch some movies."

"Sounds good."

**********

Three DS9 episodes later, Sarah asked Susan "Since Grace's birthday party have you ever wondered what it might have been like to be a guy a little longer than we were?"

"Um," said Susan, remembering the gender-swapped makeout session she and Justin had been engaged in when they were interrupted by a light bulb burning out rather spectacularly.

She was pretty sure that, if they hadn't been interrupted, they might have actually had sex.

No, Susan - be honest with yourself - they might have - provably would have - fucked. It was that sort of night.

Sarah held up what looked like a wrist watch, but wasn't. "Well, Grace and I spent some time messing around in Tedd's lab last week, and we created these transformation watches for a Male V5 form..."

"Really? MV5? Is it like FV5 only with a penis?"

"Well, yeah ... mostly."

"'Mostly'? What does 'Mostly' mean?"

"Kinda hard to explain."

"Right. No - not interested today, thanks."

"Well, whatever."

They watched another couple of films - one was a popular film that Susan and Elliott were planning on using in the next segment of their online movie review show - ordering pizza in the mid-afternoon, and then Sarah announced that she needed to go home and work on an art project.

It wasn't until Sarah had been gone for a while that Susan noticed the "wristwatch" that Sarah had apparently forgotten and left on the coffeetable.

She called Sarah to tell her she'd found it, but Sarah wasn't answering her phone, for whatever reason.

"Well, I can give it back to her at lunch at school Monday," she told herself.

**********

Every time she passed by the table and noticed the transwatch lying there, the more it bugged her. It was valuable, and there it was, just sitting there, waiting for her to catch up with Sarah to return it.

And the seed of curiosity that Sarah had planted in her mind niggled at her.

The thing was that Susan had been less and less sure of herself or her own attitudes toward gender and sexuality lately.

Before she met Elliott, Tedd and Justin, she had been convinced that males were not to be trusted at all, ready to cheat at the merest opportunity.

Getting to know Elliott, Justin and Tedd - Justin in particular - had caused her to rethink that attitude somewhat.

She began wondering what it might be like to walk the streets or do everyday things as a male.

She told herself she really didn't need to know.

But that damned watch kept calling her. "Susan ... Suussannn ... you know you want to ... Suuusssaaannn..."

Finally, she couldn't deny any longer that she was going to try it.

She decided that making the transformation naked would be best, just in case she became so much larger that her clothing would be too tight.

She stripped to her panties, put on the watch, and, standing in front of her bedroom's full length mirror, she pressed the button.

Watching herself transform was fascinating.

Her outline appeared to shimmer, and then she began changing. Her shoulders widened. Her hips narrowed and her waist widened.

Her legs lengthened.

Her hair grew shorter, finally settling in the same sort of collar-length style she had sported as a male at Grace's birthday party.

She felt a strange sensation in her chest as her breasts shrank. Her tummy flattened and firmed - she didn't quite have a six-pack like Elliott {Yes - she knew exactly what Elliott's abs looked like; as she had admitted to Justin, Elliott was an attractive male, and she was a hormonally-normal young woman, so. yes - she looked from time to time}, but there was a hint of musculature there.

Her contemplation of her transforming physique was interrupted by a Very Uncomfortable sensation in her crotch.

The sensible {and quite sturdy} white cotton panties that had fit so well on her female hips were a bit tight on MV5's endowment.

More than a bit.

She grabbed the waistband and yanked them down - if her hips hadn't narrowed, the extra stress on the fabric might have made getting them off a bit difficult, but, as it was, they slipped down easily.

She was about to step out of them when she glanced toward the mirror for a moment, and then they simply fell around her ankles as he stared at his new manhood.

Hanging flaccid, it was circumsised, thick, and at least six inches long, which Susan knew from her online research {purely from intellectual curiosity} was already more than the average erect penis. The testicles in their low-hanging sack were larger than average, if her occasional {well, not necessarily occasional} perusal of that kind of site was to be believed; actually, it compared favourably to a lot of the porn stars' penises - no, be honest, since he was thinking about porn, "cocks" - she had seen online.

Experimentally, he reached down and tentatively took hold of it. Stroked it a bit.

WOW!

That was ... different. Of course.

He had wondered if, since it served some of the same functions, if stimulating it might be similar to working her clitoris when she masturbated.

Nope.

He stroked it a few more times ... more firmly and strongly.

Oh, that felt good.

He felt it beginning to respond in his hand, lengthening and growing even thicker; the friction was a bit worrying.

Stumbling for a moment before he kicked off the forgotten panties around his ankles, he stepped over to her dressing table and found the jar of lotion.

He rubbed some into his hand, and then added more and began to work it along the shaft.

Ooooh.

As his strokes gradually increased in speed, from the base to the head, he had to sit down on the bed for fear his legs wouldn't support him.

Staring wonderingly at his male hand pumping his cock faster and faster, he realised that it had to be at least nine inches long and possibly as much as three inches thick.

Such analytical thought was soon eclipsed by simply experiencing the stronger and stronger sensations he was experiencing.

He considered fleetingly trying to prolong the session, but then decided the hell with that - he was going for the gold Right Now.

Stroking fully and rapidly, he felt his testicles drawing up and his cock seeming to become even thicker in his hand ... and then, unexpectedly, his ass clenched, his hips thrust forward and he began to cum.

Thick ropes of white semen blasted out of his cock, splattering all over his hand, the floor and wall. His hips continued thrusting into his clutching hand as it milked more and more cum out of his straining balls, until he fell limply back on the bed, gasping for breath.

It was a few minutes before he recovered enough to pay attention to his surroundings again.

One of the first things he did was to experimentally lick at the white goo coating his hand. It didn't have a very strong flavour, but what there was was more pleasant than not.

He sat up ... and got a surprise.

He was still rock-hard.

He knew that it was common for guys to lose their hard-on after orgasm, but his didn't seem to have abated in the least.

He tried another experimental stroke, and the pleasure he felt caused him to begin pumping his dick again.

Half an hour later, he had cum three more times, the floor, wall and sheets were thickly splattered with cum, and his cock was still rock hard and seemingly quite happy to go for another.

His arm, conversely, was a tad limp.

**********

"Well," he said aloud, "time to go out and see what being a guy in public is like; maybe talk to some girls."

"Girls". That word conjured up ... interesting ... feelings in him

Stripping the sheets off the bed, he used them to wipe up the majority of the semen that was splattered around, then took them to the laundry room and put them in the washer.

Climbing the stairs and walking down the hall to her room naked, he was fascinated by the ways his balls swung and his still-hard dick swayed and bounced, matching his stride.

**********

Since most of her clothing was pretty much unisex - the main differences being panties instead of boxers or tighty whiteys and that she wore bras - not necessary today, obviously - she thought that she might be able to find something she could wear to go out.

Well, yes and no.

Since she was unusually tall for a woman since she had gotten three inches taller as part of her magical awakening, she had jeans that would almost fit - a bit of a "highwater" effect at the bottom, but long enough ... but, since they were female cut, they hung loose on her much narrower male hips and there seemed to be a bit of slack in the butt area, too. For the top? He had a t-shirt that would fit, though it threatened to show a gap at the waist, and the shoulders were a bit tight, but he figured this was close enough for jazz.

Her panties, as he knew from right after the transformation, were a lost cause. So, what the hell - guys went commando all the time, right?

Besides, she hadn't spent any of her last couple paychecks from the video store, and she and Elliott were making some money from ads on their review show, so he figured he could buy some clothes.

While he wasn't ashamed of his transformation, he was glad that her house had an attached garage, so that he could get into her car without being seen.

Driving carefully, since he couldn't afford to get stopped driving a car registered to and with a license that said he was a female named Tiffany Susan Pompoms, hr went to a mall on the other side of town. The mall where the video store was located was closer, but he had an irrational feeling that if he accidentally encountered Tensaided, Susan's boss might suspect something, even if he didn't guess outright. After all, during the gryphon incident, Tensaided had as good as said that he had guess that Cheerleadra was Elliott and that he'd keep the secret.

Parking near the mall entrance, he ambled in and turned into a clothing store that sold decent if not very fancy clothing for reasonable prices.

{It should be noted at this point that Sarah had failed to inform Susan of a number of facts about MV5 - its extreme libido [though he suspected something of that, given his experiences whacking off], for instance ... or the high level of pheromones that came with the form. The release of those was linked to sexual interest - the more MV5 was interested in someone that way, the more they would be interested back. Male or female. Straight or gay.}

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Wandering through the store, he was being watched by the female clerk.

She liked his broad shoulders and narrow hips, emphasised by the tight belt necessary to keep the jeans from slipping down on those narrow hips. He walked with a confident stride that seemed to say "Here I am, world. If you don't like it, tough." {Of course, Susan had much the same walk, slightly different due to anatomical differences, but if anyone actually noticed it, they were likely to think she was a dyke or something.}

Jack {she had decided she felt like a Jack} selected a couple of pairs of jeans to try on. He chose pairs with inseams a couple of inches longer than what he had on, and in two or three different waist sizes that seemed as if they ought to fit. He hadn't noticed that the clerk was watching him as he roamed the store.

Since this store usually had only one person on duty, the fitting rooms were locked, needing a key from the clerk.

Jack discovered this, and went up to the front counter to get the key.

The clerk, a cute little fluffy blonde with perhaps slightly overlarge breasts, wearing a name stage that said "Jill" passed him the key. As he accepted it, he looked at her for the first time, and felt a stirring of interest.

As his interest increased, so did his output of pheromones. Their hands brushed as he took the key, and she jumped a bit, as if she'd gotten a static shock at the contact. She drew a startled breath, and got her first direct hit of his pheromones. She smiled a bit nervously and her pupils began to dilate as she watched him walking toward the fitting room at the back of the store.

In the fitting room, Jack tried on the various pairs of jeans, finally settling on one that seemed to fit fairly well. It was still a bit tight in the crotch, but he had begun to suspect that nothing off-the-rack was going to properly accommodate his MV5 genitalia.

He stepped back out, and stood in front of the triple mirror, trying to decide if he liked the look of the new clothes. He decided to get a second opinion.

Moving back to the front of the store, not realising that she was watching him walk toward her like a bird with a snake, he said "Miss?"

She jumped guiltily, dragging her eyes above his waist level, and said "Jill".

"Excuse me?"

"My ... my name. Jill. That is, my name is Jill."

"Ah," he said, reaching out a hand to shake. "Nice to meet you, Jill - I'm Jack."

As their hands met, both of them felt an increase in awareness of the other. Of course, that led to an increase in pheromone generation, which led to an increase in Jill's awareness of how handsome (and sexy-hot, be honest, Jill, she thought} Jack was. In turn, as Jill's beginning arousal ramped up, Jack's sensitive nose detected the change, and that stimulated his interest in her ... and so on.

Jack felt the new jeans seeming to become a bit tighter, Jill became uncomfortably aware of her bra chafing her nipples.

"Anyway. I'm not sure how this outfit looks on me - what do you think?"

"Oh ... good... it looks very good ... I mean nice..."

"Well, I'm not sure - there were a couple others that I thought might look better..."

"No - that's perfect. It fits perfectly and shows off your ..." with an effort she raised her eyes to meet his "...muscles."

Oh. Okay." He pulled out his credit card. "I'll wear it - could you put these other clothes i was wearing in a bag?"

"Certainly. Ummm - this card is in the name of 'Tiffany Susan Pompoms'?"

"Uh, yes. She's my cousin. I'm visiting from out of town and my baggage got lost. Actually, those clothes are some of hers that she loaned me that more or less fit me..."

"Yeah - I can see they're actually women's style, now that I look at them more closely {and not distracted by them being on your hot body}..."

"Yeah. She had some stuff she needed to do, so she loaned me her credit card and told me to go buy some clothes till my suitcase turned up."

"Oh. How nice of her. Are you close to your cousin?"

"You could say we're closer than most siblings are, actually," Jack said, before he thought through how that was going to sound.

"Oh," she said. "How nice for you."

Normally, she might have questioned the story of how he had his female "cousin's" card, but with the MV5 pheromones muddling her brain, she didn't.

"Well, here you are," she said, as she slipped the receipt into the bag. "Come back and shop here again, if you're in town long."

As Jack turned toward the door, she stepped from behind the counter and walked beside him. Somehow, in the short distance to the door, her breast managed to rub his arm three times.

Jack stepped out and almost fled back to Susan's car.

"What the hell was that?" he asked himself. "I almost feel as if I could have taken her into the fitting room and had sex with her right there."

Driving home, he replayed the whole thing in his head a couple of times, and decided that, yes, he could have fucked her {there was no other word for what it would have been, he decided} if he'd played his cards differently.

He wasn't sure if he was glad he hadn't, or regretted it.

Once he was home, Jack stopped by the laundry room to put the clothes he'd worn to go out into the bin, and discovered that there was a card in the bag with them.

It was a business card: "Jill Holborn - Assistant manager" ... and on the back was a phone number, and a note that said "Call me sometime, sexy boy."
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