Becoming Charlotte – Part 4: Making the most of it 1 of 2

We ate in silence, processing the news in our own, individual way.

Welcome back, as usual for those who don’t know me, I’m Charlotte, Charley for short.

I won’t go into the whole backstory, but to give you the basics, I used to be a 45yo male until I was accidentally changed into a 25yo woman by an experimental compound. I had a bad time adjusting, especially after being told it was permanent but now I’m good. Better still I have a boyfriend who I’m crazy about and who’s crazy about me. One drawback, he had applied to go into the Army (before he met me) and he’s just received his orders to go to basic training…

It must be bothering Andy quite a bit, he hasn’t said a word or looked at me at all in the last half hour. So here we are, sat together in bed, the bags our food came in discarded on the floor. Several blobs of burger sauce are currently decorating the top of my right breast and cleavage just above the sheet, something he normally would have dove in to lick off by now but he hasn’t even noticed. He didn’t even react when I slid the chips into my mouth in a suggestive way, so now I’m quietly contemplating what’s to come next and how our being apart is going to affect this fledgling relationship. Being away from him is going to be hard enough but the thought of what may happen when he’s eventually deployed troubles me greatly. Put simply, I don’t want to lose him, not at all.

I hear him sigh loudly and I take his hand in mine, slipping my slender fingers between his thick ones and rest my head on his shoulder, he in turn leans his on the top of my head, giving my hand a gentle squeeze and sighing again.

“Maybe I should quit…” he says, half to himself. “Just stay here with you.”

“and give up your dream?” I ask, solemnly. “I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

“I don’t want to lose you, not now.”

“You won’t.” I reassure him, confidently. “I’ll be waiting for you to come home.”

“You’re just starting out on your new life, wouldn’t you want to be free? To explore and do things with others?”

I get what he’s trying to say, he’s not being mean or trying to push me into ending things between us, he’s just giving me options. Options I have no interest in.

“No,” I say firmly. “anything I could do with them, I can wait to do with you.”

“For real?” he sounds surprised by my words, lifting his head to look down at me.

“For real.” I look up at him, conviction in my eyes. “I only want you, I love you.”

A smile spreads on his face. “what will you do in the meantime?”

“Use my toys and dream of leaping on you the second you get back.” I smile at him, my devotion showing in my stark expression.

“At least one person I love is happy about it.” He sighs again “Mom’s not going to like it.”

“Why not? Doesn’t she want you to follow your dreams?” I look at him quizzically.

“Not since dad died,” he says “it’s just been the two of us and I’m the only person she’ll even consider interacting with.”

“No other family?” (I have to admit, to my own detriment, I’d been too caught up in my own happiness to ask much about his family.)

“No, both sets of grandparents are dead and I have no Aunts or Uncles. She’s an only child, just like me.”

“Any friends?” I ask but he shakes his head.

“She’s withdrawn into herself, she won’t leave the house unless she has to.”

“Maybe we can change things, now I’m on the scene,” I look at him hopefully. “she and I could unite in our worry over you.”

He kisses my forehead, smiling, though there’s a hint of sorrow in it.

“That’s really sweet. I’ll ask if she wants to meet you, but I make no promises. She didn’t seem happy when I first told her about you.”

“That could change if she meets me, it never hurts to ask.” I tell him, leaning up for a proper kiss and breaking the tension in the room.

We kiss for a few minutes, his hand cupping my cheek to begin with before sliding down to squeeze and caress my ass, my own hand tracing circles on his chest and stomach. He breaks the kiss, smiling happily at me and his eyes finally spot the sauce on my breast.

“Burger sauce on boob!” he grins triumphantly before leaning down and greedily licking it up, his tongue sending tingles through me.

Finally clean, he looks at me with a mischievous grin.

“What would I do without you, Darl?” he says, knowing full well that ‘Darl’ irks me.

“Andy! You know I don’t like that word!” I playfully exclaim, fully aware of what he’s planning and playing along.

“Seriously though, Darl, you’re the best!” his grin growing more mischievous.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.” I admonish him halfhartedly, though I’ve never won at what he’s got planned.

“Like finishing inside you, Darl?”

“Andy, don’t be an ass!” still playing along, plotting my first move.

“This ass is all yours, Darl.” He puts extra emphasis on ‘Darl’. That’s it! The game is on.

“That does it!” I announce, quickly diving in and tickling his armpit, unfortunately, leaving one of my most ticklish spots open to a counter attack. He quickly teases me with his fingertips, tickling me just next to my kidney and I squirm, squealing, onto my back, trying to protect myself but leaving my navel exposed. With unmatched speed, he goes straight for my extremely ticklish belly button and I’m done for, he’s bested me in two moves again!

I’m a squirming, squealing, giggling mess as he attacks all my most ticklish spots in turn and says ‘Darl’ to the tune of the Imperial March from Star Wars, repeating and tickling harder each time. In the end I have to admit defeat, begging him to stop. He eventually does, but only after making me beg two more times.

“Victory!” he cheers, giving me one final tickle on my sides, making me squeal loudly.

“OK, ok, you win… again!” I huff with false annoyance, in reality I love it when he does it.

“Don’t be a sore loser.” He teases. “it’s not my fault I’m better at it than you.”

“Only because I have twice as many ticklish spots AND they’re far more sensitive.” I pout.

“Ooh, you little moody moo!” He quickly tickles me again, making me yelp.

“So, what does the great winner want for his prize?”

“Hmmmm,” he feigns thoughtfulness, “seeing as you’ve been brave enough to ask to meet my mom, why don’t you decide?”

“Alright then…” I get out of bed, beckoning him with my finger. “there’s something I’ve been wanting to do…”

He leaps out of bed eagerly, giving my ass a good smack and laughing hard as I yell and jump, looking at him with mild annoyance.

“Sit!” I tell him sternly, turning the chair by my dresser around and pointing to it.

He does as he’s told, grinning as I kneel down in front of him, gently spread his knees and shuffle forwards into a better position between his legs.

“You’ve given me blowjobs before.” He chuckles, his cock already hardening and inching towards the ceiling.

“It’s not a blowjob.” I tell him with a smirk, reaching down and rubbing my pussy, getting myself nice and wet before gathering some of my juices and smearing it along his shaft. I take some more and spread it on the inside of my breasts.

“Interesting…” he remarks as I wrap my tits around him, manoeuvring slightly until it feels comfortable and starting to rub them up and down his slick cock.

“Fuck! Babe!” he leans back, groaning as I gather pace, rubbing faster and harder. “That feels amazing!”

I let out a little breathless giggle as I continue, feeling his throbbing manhood slide effortlessly through my cleavage, sending quivers of pleasure straight to my clit.

“I could get used to this!” he groans, his cock pulsing as I use my tits to stimulate him.