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SLEAZY SLUTTY SLEEPWALKER--

CHAPTER ONE

BY HARDCOVER

Sleepwalking, or somnambulism, is a sleep disorder that occurs in fifteen percent of the population. We've all heard about it: It's most prevalent in children and very rare in adults but there are those who suffer from it. Mostly it's just getting up and walking around while you're asleep but there have been stories of people cooking complex meals, driving cars, and even having sex in their sleep. There have even been people who commit violent crimes, up to and including murder, while asleep. Of all sleepwalkers, only three percent are adults, making it a very rare condition indeed. Sleepwalkers are often in a seemingly hypnotic state, and never have any recollection of what they did while sleepwalking, which can often prove embarrassing or down right confusing.

I bring this up because I am one of the unlucky three percent who are afflicted with this, though fortunately not so severe and not so often. Once its onset occurred, I only rarely had an episode, usually months apart. I come from a pretty rich family and have a huge trust fund of my own, so the best doctors were employed and failed to come up with a way to stop it (I should've asked for a refund). I also bring it up because my condition played a part, although how big I can't really say, in the events that befell me during my annual summer get away with friends up at my grandmother's house out in the country.

There were three of us at first that day, all piled into a large RV that my friend Jason had borrowed from his parents, just like he did every year. Also in the car was my other friend Paul and we were on our way to pick up the other two members of our group, Keith and Matt who lived together just outside of town. We'd all know each other since junior high and every year during the early part of summer we'd take off for my grandmother's house in the country which she let us use while she went off to vacation in everywhere from the petrified forest to Cancun. While none of my friends were what you could call rich, they treated me just the same as each other, which is how I liked it. It was good fun to have the run of the house to ourselves for the few months that we stayed there, especially when we had some girls with us.

Which, in this case, we unfortunately didn't. I had just broken up with mine over a stupid fight involving a carburetor (don't ask), while Jason and Paul, although they liked to pretend to be players, hadn't been able to get any to come with them this year. But we did have a faint hope that we could either meet some in town near where the house was, or that Keith and Matt would come through and provide us with some eye candy for the stay.

We had no idea that the last option would pan out in a way we never expected.

We'd all known Matt and Keith for the same amount of time. Keith was tall dark haired guy, heavily into metal, punk, goth and anything on that order who usually dressed like a reject from the sex pistols. He had originally been born in England and still had a bit of an accent. Matt was also dark haired but mainly because he was a third generation Korean American, with the emphasis on the American part: He didn't know shit about Korean culture or language, and mainly knew surfing and partying. Last time I'd seen him he'd colored his hair with a red tint. He was notoriously into the school girl thing, to point where he had a rather impressive collection of porn vids on the subject.

Jason was at the wheel as our squirrel squashing, deer smacking monstrosity made its way down the street, its deep throaty engine rumbling like approaching thunder. At twenty, Jason was one year older then the rest of us in the RV. He had dark blonde hair that he brushed back over his head and gelled in place, giving it a wavy look that the girls liked. He was on the swim team so his muscles were well defined without looking like brainless jock off from the football team. His eyes were blue but narrow and his chin was thick. His skin was lightly tanned in a manner expected of the most outdoorsman-like member of our group. He wore a Red Sox cap on his head backwards, a sleeveless tank top and a pair of long jean shorts with thick pockets.

Looking the way he did, Jason was a big hit with the ladies. He had a hard time keeping a steady girlfriend as he wasn't interested in a girl unless she was into anal, his particular passion.

I on the other hand, would never be mistaken for an athlete. I had thick reddish brown hair, a round face with light brown eyes. Being nearsighted, I had small round wire frame glasses on my face. My skin was the expected pale shade for someone who did everything indoors, with no muscle tone to speak of although I got just enough exercise to keep me from getting chubby. I was dressed all in black as was my style, with a t-shirt that had two 'W's, a picture of Leatherface from The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, a 'D' and then a question mark: "What would Leatherface do?". I was also wearing a simple pair of black jeans.

That was the interest that linked us all together: We were all big horror movie fans. We'd bonded from an early age over monsters and creepy crawlies. That was the primary way we spent time at Grandma's: Non-stop horror movie and video game binges, which was another reason why it was hard to get girls up there. Lately, I had worried that my break up with Shelly had been because of my horror obsession.

To tell you the truth, although I pretended it wasn't getting to me, the whole break up was constantly on my mind. I had no idea why it had happened, why Shelly had acted the way she had. Something in the back of my mind was sure it was my fault, and that same little voice was screaming that I'd screw up the next relationship I was in the same way.

At the moment, we weren't really talking as I was busy reading something on my Kindle. Eventually, Jason interrupted the silence.

"So what do you think?" He asked me, "Think Keith and Matt'll come through and get us some girls."

"Who knows?" I said, "I mean, we can always hope. If not maybe we can pick some up in town. I just hope they find some redheads, at least one."

Jason waved a finger at me, "Dude, you have got to get off that fixation. Red heads, man: they're fuck'n crazy."

I shrugged, "I like who I like, crazy or no. Red hair and amber eyes."

He may have had a point, since Shelly had been a red head.

"Man, I hope we can find at least one that's my type." He mused.

His type meaning one that liked it in the ass.

"I suppose we could find some truck stop tramps and get 'em drunk." I laughed, "As long as we don't get them pregnant."

"Hey, don't worry, I packed protection." He told me.

"Come to think of it, any girl who's your type probably won't get pregnant." I replied.

We were quiet for a second then we both burst out laughing.

Jason said, "Hey, check it out, man: I you ever had kids, what would you name them? See me, I think I'll stick with my family tradition and name them out of the bible. Maybe Joseph if it's a boy or Rachel if it's a girl. What about you?"

That tradition sounded dubious to me as I wasn't sure there were any Jasons running around in the bible.

"Nah, forget the bible," I waved him off, "I'm gonna use Fangoria magazine."

Jason snorted and laughed.

I snapped my fingers and did my best fatherly voice, "Pinhead! Leahterface! Time to go, girls!"

We both laughed heartily at the horror nerd humor, and then I got up, "I'm gonna get something to drink, you want some?"

"Naw, I'm good, dude." He assured me.

As I started to move back, Jason stopped me, "Hey . . . have you talked to Keith or Matt lately?"

Puzzled by the question I answered, "Yeah, Matt texted me before we left."

Jason shook his head, "No, man. I mean have you actually talked to them? You know, for real, not a text, IM or email? Have you actually physically seen either of them for the last two months?"

I knitted my brow, "Now that you mention it. No, I haven't."

"Neither has Paul," Jason told me, "Neither has anybody. Nobody I talked to has actually seen them, even on a web cam, since about two months ago."

That was weird. Keith and Matt were the party guys of our group. They were always hanging out with someone. It wasn't like them to be hiding away for a day let alone two months. Hell, there were usually people over at their place every single night.

We were quiet for a second and then I asked, "What do you think?"

"I don't know. But I guess we'll find out when we get there." Jason shrugged.

That was true, I supposed, the text I'd gotten this morning was fairly enthusiastic about our arrival. I wasn't like they were begging us to stay away or anything. But it was still so damned uncharacteristic.

I went back and pulled a Monster Energy Drink out of the fridge, positively the coolest name for an energy drink in the world as far as I was concerned. Towards the back of the van there was a small area for eating with three couches built into the floor and a table also bolted in, at which I spotted Paul busy reading something on his laptop.

Like me, Paul was more of an indoors type of guy, but unlike me he kept up a regular exercise regime. While he wasn't as toned as Jason, his muscles were well defined under his plain black t-shirt with The Evil Dead on the front. He was the same age as myself, nineteen. Paul had thick black wavy hair that he combed to the side which always seemed to be just a bit messy all the time. He used to wear glasses but recently had gotten contacts, which made his deep blue eyes much more noticeable. He had thick eyebrows and light skin over his face, and bit of a hawk like nose. He wore regular blue jeans as he scrolled down, reading something on his lap top, the wireless receiver flashing lightly. He was fairly quiet and didn't really talk much.

I went up to him, "Yo! Pah-ool! What up?"

Paul looked up from his computer, raising an eyebrow at me, "'Pah-ool'?"

I held out my hands, "Well, Paul is spelled almost exactly like Raul, so why isn't Paul pronounced 'Pah-ool'?"

There was pause before Paul went back to his computer, "You're retarded, Dan."

I took a seat next to him, "Yeah, but they haven't found me out yet. What're you reading?"

He tapped the screen, "It's One Eye-chan's blog. She's going so some big comic convention in San Francisco, and she's working on her costume. Seems like its pretty elaborate even for her."

This was a blog we'd found a while ago from a Japanese girl who ran her own comic shop in Japan, the Manga Buccaneer. While she had a blog in Japanese, she also kept one in English since she came to America a lot. She went to comic conventions all over the world, usually cosplaying in costumes that would make Yaya Han jealous (and if you understand that reference . . . hello fellow nerd). Also she was party girl, telling stories of clubs and frat houses and all kinds of wild crazy shit she'd done or been involved in. I'll say this for her, she could sure drink. One Eye's blog was filled with stories and photos from various places she'd been, along with a huge whopping amount of nude photos and videos of herself and even flat out porn with her and other people, male or female. So, all in all, a pretty fun blog to read. A few things made the blog unique: One being that One Eye actually only had one eye, having lost the other in an unexpected Wii accident. She wore a patch over her missing eye so she looked like some kind of sexy anime pirate. The other was that she seemed to have permanently blue hair. I mean, it must have been a dye job, but it was a damn good one, it looked a lot more natural then any coloring I'd ever seen. Almost like that was her real hair color.

But what really made it unique was that One Eye-chan claimed to be a pox girl.

I wasn't one hundred percent sure that I believed in girl pox, although the mounting amount of evidence that it existed was getting somewhat convincing, it was hard not to dismiss the thing as yet another weird internet rumor. So far, the mainstream media hadn't talked about it at all, but there were those who insisted it was real. And more and more so called 'pox girls' were turning up on the internet. The story changed a lot depending on where you read it, but the basics was this: A government agency or big pharmaceutical company developed a virus that turned men into pretty young girls, and it got out. And the governments of the world were covering it up. Once infected, you underwent a rapid transformation into whatever type of girl you found the most attractive. Your libido was turbocharged so like it not, you were now a big ol' slut and you gave off a pheromone that made it almost impossible for most people to resist you. All pox girls were supposedly bisexual and completely immune to all diseases including all STDs and HIV. Apparently they also aged very slowly (but I thought that might just be wishful thinking). They also didn't menstruate which I'm sure would be a serious relief for anyone who changed. It was also said that pox girls didn't get pregnant, but scattered reports of pox girl pregnancies had been turning up lately. One Eye had tried to track these incidents down, but had come up with nothing.

So you can kind of understand why I was dubious about this thing. Apparently, cases had been popping up all over the world, but no one had any idea of how the virus spread: It wasn't air born or blood borne, and it wasn't transmitted sexually. One Eye herself had a theory that the virus was actually in just about everyone by now, but it took a subconscious desire for the change on the part of the infected to make the change actually happen, thus the fact that not every guy turned into a pox girl (good news for the future of the human race). Whatever the reason, not everyone could turn into a pox girl, so they weren't contagious as it were.

One Eye's blog was loaded with pictures of other purported 'pox girls', and contained the email addresses and web pages of a number of them. One Eye actually had been talking about setting up a pox girl message board. According to her, there were even private pox girl sex clubs and at least one pox girl sorority on an American campus. One part of me thought that this was all complete bullshit, while the other part of me was just distracted by how great One Eye looked naked.

Paul raised his eyebrows, "Look, more pictures with Hisoka and Kumi."

These were two of One-Eye's friends who turned up in her pics a lot. Supposedly they were also pox girls. Whatever the case, they were fuck'n hot, and very horny and uninhibited. Lots of gang bang videos were on there where the three girls were getting it from a bunch of nerdy looking guys they hung out with (lucky pricks). Hisoka even had her own blog with her sister that was also pretty interesting. There were other girls who turned up regularly like Kumi's friend Kei and the 'three musketeers' from America: Monique, Sandi and Kaitlin. Allegedly, One Eye, Hisoka, Kumi and Kei all worked at a pox girl sex club called The Loose Moose (?) near where the comic shop was.

"Yeah, they're cute, but what if they give you the pox?" I kidded him, "You'll have to go all Ellen on their ass."

"No, dude, you read what she said about it," He admonished me, "It's not spread like that. You have to want the change to happen on some level. Only certain people can pox."

I sat back, thinking about that for a second. Who would these kinds of people be? I wouldn't deny that I felt a certain curiosity about what that might be like. What would it be like to have your body change like that? To grow you own boobs, to feel your hips curve and your skin smooth out? What would it be like to be remade as the same person but different in so many ways? For that matter, how would it be to have a beautiful girl's body all of your own? To play with it as you liked, to dress it up as you liked. I couldn't imagine.

And the feminization of you mind, slowly, little by little. How would that feel to become completely and totally a girl? To become completely the object of your desire, your own fetish fantasy? I wondered how they must feel; seeing the guys they hung out with gradually looking better and better until they give in accept themselves as a horny pox girl. I wondered what that must be like. How much were you still 'you' after something like that?

Maybe reading blogs like this was the reason Shelly dumped me? The thought came out of no where but I couldn't get it to go away.

I sighed, "You know she's probably full of shit, right?"

"Are you sure about that?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Not entirely, I suppose." I admitted, "But you've gotta admit it sounds pretty far fetched."

"No, I believe it." Paul insisted, "I think it's real."

"You believed that mermaids thing they ran on The Discovery Channel." I socked him on the arm lightly.

"Hey, that looked pretty convincing. Megalodon is still alive, too. I'm sure of it." He replied firmly.

I rolled my eyes in mock exasperation. Paul had an unwavering tendency to swallow every rumor he was fed and regurgitate it as fact.

From the front of the RV, Jason called, "Head's up, guys, were almost at Keith and Matt's."

I stood up, "Look, I still need proof. When I see someone actually pox like that, I'll believe it. Until then, I'll keep my skepticism."

Little did I know that the proof I was asking for was literally right around the corner.

The huge RV pulled up in front of the medium sized one story suburban house that Matt and Keith shared. It was a fairly nondescript place, with tan paint and not much landscaping, and would probably have been fairly unnoticeable were it not for the fact that parties were happening there all the time. In fact, the fact that it now looked empty was somewhat creepy, but as we got closer I saw telltale signs of recent partying like beer bottles and discarded ladies undergarments. But if that was the case, how come no one had seen them for two months? And for that matter, why weren't we invited? We stopped at the curb and got out, walking down the path leading up to the house.

As I looked around the yard, I spotted a girl's T-shirt with the Greek letters Row Theta and Chi on it and underneath the words "Row Girls Rock!" Some kind of sorority, I assumed, but I'd never heard of them. They didn't seem to be from the same school we went to. We walked up to the door and Jason rang the bell. After few seconds, we heard the sound of the door unlocking and it swung open. Once it did our mouths all fell open at once.

It was a girl who had opened the door: And she was drop dead gorgeous. She had long black hair that flowed down her head, curling inward at the ends past her shoulders that shined in the morning light like polished marble. And when I say it was long, I mean LONG. Like Carroll Borland in Mark Of The Vampire long, or Barbara Steel in The Long Hair Of Death long. Her eyes were dark brown and very large. She had a round face with high cheek bones and full, pouting lips that looked like they could kiss like nobody's business. Her body was astonishing, huge gravity defying breasts and well curved hips fronted by a flat stomach and long luscious legs.

She was dressed all goth with high heeled leather knee high platform boots, torn fishnet stockings, black cut off low riding jean shorts, and black sleeveless half top with the words 'fang banger' pictured on it that was cut at the top down to show all of her cleavage and lacy black gloves. Her fingers were decorated with skull and bat rings and similar necklaces hung from her neck. She had piercings all over in her ears, nose, eyebrows and belly button, and intricate tattoos of skulls and snakes all over her arms. Thick black eyeliner in an Egyptian style augmented her eyes while her lips were done up with dark red lipstick. She was so incredibly HOT I couldn't believe it. Man, I hoped she was coming with us; maybe Keith and Matt had come through for us.

Her eyes lit up as she saw us, "Hi guys."

Jason quickly regained his composure, "Why hello there, lovely lady. I'm Jason, and this is Dan and Paul. We're here to pick up Matt and Keith."

"Cool, I'm Krystal." She said, her voice sweet and sultry with a bit of an English accent, "Come on in."

As she turned around and walked in, we could see that she had a 'tramp stamp' on her lower back of a vampire skull surrounded by barbed wire. Not hard to imagine Keith liking this chick, she looked like she was made for him.

We eagerly entered the house, seeing the familiar sparse furnishings of the living room. We didn't see Keith or Matt anywhere, but there was another girl sitting on the couch, looking at her smart phone.

She was another stunner: An Asian girl with unusually large breasts and curved hips. She was sort of short, like most Asian people, but her legs seemed luscious and lovely. Her hair was wavy and fell down the middle of her back in curls. It was naturally black but she had tinted it a red color like a lot of Asian girls did these days. She was dressed in a sexy school girl outfit. She had on super short pleated plaid skirt hugged her hips, stopping just short of her ass cheeks and riding low on her hips leaving her whole midriff bared. On the top she wore a super tight white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up past her elbows, the bottom tied underneath her breasts and the buttons open to show large amounts of her cleavage. On her feet she wore white knee high socks and matching high heeled platform shoes. She looked up and smiled sweetly as we came in.

Krystal waved a hand at her, "This is my friend Melody."

Melody rose, no, practically glided off the couch with sensual movements, "Hi guys."

Her voice was high and cute, a perfect mix of little girl and adult woman that went with her looks and dress sense. The two of them together could have melted a whole isle of frozen ice cream. I'm sure all three of us were chanting the mantra in our heads: 'Look at the eyes, not at the tits. Look at the eyes, not at the tits.'

They both looked a bit familiar, and I searched my brain from where. Then it occurred to me that I'd seem them both at a wet T-shirt contest they both had been in at a party a month or so ago. I think they won, but I was kinda blitzed and couldn't really remember.

Leaning in to me, Jason muttered, "I told you they'd come through for us."

"Yeah, but no red heads." I muttered back, "At least no natural ones."

"Dude, give it up, red heads are always trouble." He rolled his eyes.

An English punk chick and an Asian schoolgirl: In hindsight I really should have noticed the similarities. I'm sure reading this, it seems obvious what was to come, but at the time I had no inkling of what was going on here.

"So," Jason asked, "Are you girls going to coming with us?"

Melody stepped closer, her hips moving sensually, "Oh I hope so, if you'll have us."

Paul elbowed me in the ribs, "Dibs on Melody."

'Dibs'? Were we back in junior high?

"I think we can make room." Jason said, his eyes trailing over her.

"Oh, good." Krystal said, coming up behind me and slipping an arm around my shoulders, "We were really hoping you guys'd take us with you."

My penis was stiffening up in my pants; I could feel the heat from Krystal's amazing body as she pressed close to me and the swell of her breasts as the brushed against my arm. Jesus, was she even wearing a bra? Probably, but it was definitely a very sheer one. He face was close enough to mine that felt her hot breath blow lightly on her ear, and could smell her perfume as it wafted to me. She seemed to ooze sex from her very skin.

"Yeah, we can be a lot of fun, if you let us." Melody purred, cozying up to Paul.

She put an arm around him, playfully running a finger on his chest, one leg bent up behind her. Paul was flushed red and getting ready to produce a serious tent pole as Melody pushed her hot body close to his, her breasts looking like they were going to slide out at any moment.

"Oh, I'm sure you girls can." Jason looked a little dejected being without a girl on his arm all of a sudden, "So where are Matt and Keith."

"Oh, they're around." Krystal said, grinning from ear to ear.

Melody giggled, glancing at Krystal conspiratorially. I may be slow on the uptake, but even I could tell that something was up, that these girls knew something they weren't telling us. Of course, I couldn't have expected what it was.

Pulling Jason to her so that she had her arms around both of us, Krystal whispered in a low tone, "I'm Keith, and that's Matt."

"Huh?" I said intelligently.

"We're pox girls." She whispered loud enough for the others to hear.

It must have looked like an old Three Stooges routine the way there was a long pause (which was only for a few seconds but felt like hours), and then well all jumped back and away from them like they had both turned into Freddy Krueger. At first, I thought that Matt and Keith had gotten dressed up in drag to mess with us. But no, looking over them, not even Rick Baker could have transformed them so much. A beat later, we all felt ridiculous; they must have been messing with us.

I laughed, so did the other guys, "Oh shit, that's good. You really had us going there for a second."

"Yeah, so let's get Matt and Keith out here so we can hit the road." Jason chuckled.

Melody stood with Krystal, "Sorry, guys, but it's the truth."

"Bullshit." Jason snorted, "How stupid do you think were are? Don't answer that."

"It's true," Krystal told us seriously, "We're pox girls now."

Melody nodded in agreement, and they both acted like that would be the most normal thing in the world.

"Come on, enough's enough, you don't seriously expect us to believe that, do you?" I said, getting a little irritated at the prank.

Paul came up next to me, "Dude, I believe them. I think it's true."

"You believed that alien autopsy they aired on the Fox Network!" I threw my hands up in frustration.

"Okay. Okay, I'll play along," Said Jason, playing the diplomat, "If you're really Matt and Keith like you say you are, prove it."

"How?" Krystal asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jason opened his hands, "Tell us something only Keith and Matt would know?"

The two girls looked at each other and grinned widely, giggling. And then they turned back to us, looking supremely confident in whatever they were going to say. The hair on the back of my neck stood up as I began to feel a gnawing certainty that this wasn't a prank.

To protect the guilty, and in the interest of keeping everyone's lunch down, I have elected to edit out exactly what it was that they said. Suffice to say, what they knew pretty much convinced all three of that they HAD to be Matt and Keith, there was no way they would have known about this stuff any other way. Matt and Keith would never have told this to anyone, least of all girls. The revelation hit me head on and my brain was running to catch up. Girl pox was real. It was real and now two of my oldest friends were victims of it. Two of my friends were real honest to goodness card carrying pox girls.

Which also explained why no one had seen them for the past two months? In actuality, lots of people probably had, they just didn't know who they were looking at.

The next few moments were one long bit of uncomfortable silence while we all digested the revelation. As before, it was only a few seconds but it felt like hours. All we could do was stare like dorks at the two hot, sexy girls who used to be a couple of wild party guys. Man, I thought with a shiver, I had Keith's boobs rubbing against my arm. Jesus, I got hard over Matt and Keith! That didn't make me gay, did it? I mean, they were girls now; it was totally natural, right? Plus I didn't know who they were. I wrestled with this weird inner conflict until Paul finally broke the silence and spoke up.

"How?" He asked, "How did it happen?"

'Melody' answered, with a smile and a weird bit of excitement, "Well, nobody knows how it happens exactly, but it happened to us about two months ago."

'Krystal' picked up the thread, "We were at this party downtown, really wild, loaded with hot babes in practically nothing, ready to take their clothes off for any excuse they could find. Just, lots of fine hot girls."

If felt a little weird hearing that from girl's mouth, but I didn't say anything.

"There was a lotta drinking, a lotta dancing and a whole lotta wild shit. Right up our ally, and there were a whole lotta girls there from this sorority Row Theta Chi that we'd never heard of. Well, we ended up hooking up with some of them, but we got so blitzed and stoned neither of us remembers what happened. The next morning we woke up in one of the rooms with no clue how we'd got there and we'd become . . ."

"Pox girls, wah hoo!" Melody jumped throwing her hands in the air.

"Wait," Jason said incredulously, "You woke up with your cocks gone and your reaction was 'wah hoo'?"

"No, of course not, silly." Melody admonished him, "We were totally freaked out. We just gathered up our clothes and ran out of there. Once we got home we just completely lost it and panicked. Once we stopped being horrified, we just held each other and cried for a long time, especially with all this estrogen. But once we managed to calm down, we were both in agreement: It had to be girl pox. It was the only thing that made sense."

"One Eye was a lot of help at the beginning," Krystal said, "I don't know what we would have done without her."

"You spoke to One Eye?" I asked, suddenly surprised.

As if the rest of this weren't surprising enough already.

Melody nodded, "We emailed her and left our email address and phone number. She called us back two hours later, huge phone bill be damned. She really helped us out, and helped us accept what we were and our new gender. She put us in contact with the Row girls. Turns out, they're an all pox girl sorority. They used to be just one house, but since more and more pox girls are turning up they've been opening up chapters all over America."

"And pretty soon we were living our new lives as pox girls." Krystal grinned at us.

"It still sounds like you took to it kinda fast." I observed.

"I suppose we did, but you don't know what its like." Krystal shrugged, "It's hard to describe but . . . you can't fight it. In the end, you love being a pox girl. We do."

She ginned over at Melody who returned the saucy glance.

After another long uncomfortable pause, Jason said, "Well . . . okay. I guess that's that then. Are you ladies ready to go?"

"Huh?" I asked a little surprised, "You really wanna take them with us to grandma's house?"

"Sure, why not?" He said, "We'll have our buds and some girls all rolled up into one. It's perfect when you think of it."

"It's gonna be weird," I protested, "We gonna be alone at the house for a month with two sexy girls who used to be guys. It's like going up there with a couple of post op transsexuals."

Krystal waved her hand, "No, no, no. It's not. We're completely girls now. You can even check our DNA; there's not a Y chromosome between the two of us. We're not some guys who had a sex change: We're completely and totally female. So you don't have to feel guilty about finding us attractive, it doesn't make you gay."

I felt my face get hot at that comment.

Paul moved forward, "Yeah, we always take Matt and Keith with us to this. I don't see why it's any different now that they're Melody and Krystal. And take a look at them, they're beautiful and sexy, we should really have them with us. They're a hell of a lot easier on the eyes then they used to be."

"Oh, come on," Melody pouted, "It's not like we were ugly before."

I didn't say anything else because I'd basically just been out voted. And looking them over, with their playful sexy bodies and lovely faces, I was starting to come around to the idea, though it still played havoc with my brain. And why were Jason and Paul so accepting of this whole thing? I mean, we just found out that our two friends were now sexy pox girls. Hell, we just found out that girl pox was real. This should have freaked us all out a lot more then it was. I thought of what I'd read about pox girl pheromones, and wondered it they could be affecting us. But looking at them, I wasn't entirely sure that I cared.

Jason clapped his hands together, "Well, that settles it. If you girls are packed, let's get 'em loaded on the bus and get going."

Both of them turned out to have three times more luggage then they ever had in past.

And so, over the mountains and through the woods, to grandmother's house we went, quite literally. The trip was like some kind of surreal fever dream. On the one hand, things were very much like old times: We talked horror movies and monsters; their tastes had not changed one bit, at least where books, movies and TV were concerned. We spent a lot of time on familiar subjects like how we used to wonder if Jason from Friday The 13th had nightmares and whether Freddy from A Nightmare On Elm St. could invade them until the question was answered in Freddy Vs. Jason. And we talked about how it was that Chucky and Tiffany could have the equipment to produce a child in Seed Of Chucky. You know; deep stuff like that. We talked about recent horror films and which ones were the scariest and about what movies still didn't have a blu ray release. In a very real way, they were still the friends we had grown up with.

On the other hand, it should come as no surprise that our two party guys had turned into party girls. Krystal and Melody turned on the radio frequently and danced. Not just danced, but danced sexy, rubbing up against each other and making out with each other. Dressed they way they were, we were all hiding our erections and the two pox girls teased us mercilessly. I actually thought they were going to start stripping at any moment, but they kept their clothes on for the most part. I kept trying to remind myself that they used to be guys, but it wasn't really working. The whole situation seemed strange and surreal in a way that made me expect Rod Serling to pop up at any minute. Or at least Alan Funt.

The further we went, the more playful they seemed to get. Both Jason and Paul pulled out their phones and shot pictures and video, depending on which one was driving. The girls seemed to love having their picture taken and bared lots of leg and cleavage for the camera. In fact, they seemed very exhibitionistic, which I remembered was common with pox girl. When they spotted an old man in a beat up pick up truck behind us, they both flashed him out of the back window and the poor man almost had an accident.

When we stopped at a convenience store for some supplies, Krystal popped one of her breasts out, puffy nipple and all, for Jason's camera down one of the isles. The guy behind the counter didn't seem to notice was she giggled "I'm so bad." This was going to be one weird getaway.

Still, we were having fun. While I found the whole thing surreal, Jason and Paul seemed to have completely accepted them as they were. Again I started thinking about what I'd read about pox girl pheromones and how they affected anyone of either sex. I wondered if that was happening to us, making us more open to this new situation. In a lot of ways, it was still like it was; they were still the same friends we had before. There was just this weird new variable in the equation: We all wanted to have sex with them.

At one point, the RV shuddered and Melody lost her footing and fell right on my lap. I suspected it was one of those 'accidentally on purpose' situations. As soon as she was there, she crossed her legs, put an arm around my shoulders and wiggled her butt a little, making herself comfortable.

"Oh, thank god you were here." She teased, "My hero."

She playfully ran a finger over my nose and traced my lips. I blushed, feeling the warmth and closeness of her body as well as the swell of her breasts as she pushed them up next to me. Reminding myself that this used to be Matt wasn't helping. In any other situation, I would have welcomed the hottie on my lap, but this was just too bizarre.

"Uh, this is making me uncomfortable," I stammered, "Could you get off of me?"

Melody glanced downward towards my lap and then back up to me, "Some pars of you aren't too eager for me to go."

She giggled and wiggled her butt a little for emphasis, rubbing it against my erection. I flushed crimson, oh man, I was afraid I was gonna cum right there.

Krystal came by, "Awe, don't tease the poor guy, Melody. Get off his lap ferchrissakes."

Melody looked at her, grinning from ear to ear, "If I get up now it's going to very embarrassing."

I must have turned a bright shade of pink on that one as everyone enjoyed a laugh at my erection . . . er . . . at my expense.

And that was how it went. By the time we reached my grandmother's house Krystal and Melody had become openly flirtatious with us and their conversations dripping with all sorts of innuendos. They even snuck in kisses with each of us before we finally pulled up to the large country house that my grandmother owned.

It was a one story affair but very well built. Although there were only three bedrooms and my grandmother occupied one of them, there was a huge spacious living room, a large fully stocked kitchen, and a small game room off to the side. It also had three bathrooms which was good. Although it was technically in the country, it was close enough to town that grandma had satellite TV and all the trimmings. In fact, she had recently bought a new 50 inch HD TV, and a top of the line blu ray player (region free, at my behest), indispensable for obsessive horror nerds like us.

As it turned out, Grandma was still there and hadn't quite left yet. Her car was there, packed full of luggage. Not really a problem because everyone liked her. Unlike most people's grandmother, mine was a cool old broad who wasn't really offended by anything us younger folk did. We were free to talk however we liked. The downside was that she frequently talked about whatever she liked and a lot of times it was pretty uncensored. She didn't mind throwing back a few beers with us and she did like horror movies fine, just not to the excessive extent that we did. Everyone but me simply called her by her first name, Nellie.

As we got out of the RV and made our way to the house, Grandma came out the front door to greet us, dressed in a pair a blue jeans, a plain whit blouse and jean jacket. She was a small woman but still thin with strait white hair and a face that was aged but not grossly so. She smiled warmly as we approached.

"Hi, guys, you made it." She said, reaching over to hug me.

"Hi grandma." I said, hugging her back.

Jason came up with Paul just behind him, "Hey, Nellie, what's up?"

Grandma looked at me in mock disappointment, "Awe, Dan, are you still hanging out with these losers?"

Jason made a gesture like he'd been stabbed, "Nellie! You wound me."

Grandma grinned, "Oh, I wouldn't dream of it, I'm just messing with you. Come here you guys, give old Nellie some love."

She gripped both Jason and Paul with her arms and hugged them together. They returned the hug enthusiastically. Everyone seemed to like Grandma, probably because grandma liked everyone. Still, I had the uncomfortable notion that my friends might have sported wood a few times with her eager hugs. Maybe that's why she gave them, Grandma wasn't shy about sexual things and her conversation often had everyone in the room blushing. Being a tough old country gal, she wasn't the church going highly sensitive grandmother most other people had. Not like, say, my other grandmother from Dad's side.

As Grandma let them go, Krystal and Melody came up; lagging behind because of the huge amount of suitcases they were dragging. Grandma looked at them, her eyebrows rising.

"Well hello, and who might you two be?" She grinned merrily.

This was the moment I hadn't actually figured out how to handle yet. We had girls up there before and Grandma had always been friendly to them no matter how skanky they turned out to be. Of course, Grandma knew Matt and Keith very well, but I had no idea whether she knew anything about girl pox or whether she'd even believe the story if we told it to her. I didn't know what to do, should we try to tell her the truth or should we just make something up?

I settled on half bullshit, "Grandma, there are our friends Melody and Krystal."

Since they were our friends, technically I wasn't lying. It was more sort of a large omission.

"My, don't you two look lovely?" Grandma smiled.

Both girls grinned and giggled at the compliment.

"Why don't you come here and give me a hug." Grandma beckoned

Gripping both pox girls in each of her arms, she pulled them close to her, hugging them tightly. You could say a lot about a woman who was willing to hug what she perceived as total strangers right off the back. The girls retuned her hug warmly.

When she broke the hug, Grandma looked right down at their chests, raising her eyebrows, "I say, you city girls: Always with the big boobies."

"Grandma!" I moaned clapping a hand over my head.

Little exhibitionists that they were, the girls simply laughed merrily.

Grandma continued to embarrass me, "Those aren't surgical are they?"

Melody shook her head, "Nope, they just grew right out of us."

Jason snorted and I rolled my eyes.

Krystal cupped her breasts and moved them from side to side, "Full D cups and not an ounce of silicone in 'em."

"That's the way to go." Grandma declared, "Mine used to defy gravity like that when I was your age."

She looked into her shirt, pulling the neck with her finger and sighed, "Not so much anymore."

Considering the almost magical physiology of pox girls, I had to kind of wonder if they were even capable of sagging. Grandma went and held the door open for us and everyone piled in, although the girls had to make a second trip to get the rest of their luggage. I wondered what they hell they had packed. I mean, I know girls wear more stuff, but that was a lot of luggage. As soon as everyone was inside, Grandma pulled me back and whispered in my ear conspiratorially.

"You better not miss an opportunity with those two." She said gleefully.

"Grandma, I'm not really comfortable . . ." I started.

She interrupted me, plowing ahead as usual, "You know what you should do? You should sneak into their beds at night while their asleep."

"What? I'm not sure that's such a hot idea." I tried to pull away from her but she held me tight.

"When I was dating your grandfather, he used to sneak into my bed for some hot nookie every night." She told me, her eyes wistful.

"Whoa, Grandma! TMI." I complained.

Undaunted, she insisted, "Sneak in there before someone beats you too it. I've seen they way they're looking at you, they want it, trust me."

I remembered something at that point: The pox girl pheromones affected people of both sexes. Were the girls making my Grandmother horny? I didn't want to think about that, in fact I knew I didn't want to think about that.

After helping us get settled, Grandma said her goodbyes, reiterated with me several times that I should sneak into the girl's bed that night, and hopped in her truck, driving off for a few weeks in Vegas (Hey, I told you she was a cool old broad), leaving us alone in the house. She also, as was her usual custom, left the keys to her other car, a maroon Corolla parked further up the driveway, hanging on a hook next to the door for us to use when we needed to go to town.

The house was set up with a large living room in the front. Off to the left was a wide arch that led into the game room which included a pool table, a fooze ball table and a pinball machine. On the left hand side an arch led to a small dining room, and on the far side a door opened into the kitchen. At the back of the living room, opposite the front door, was the arch that led into the hall. On the right side of the hall was a door that led to one of the bedrooms, and another that led outside. On the left hand side there were also two doors, one that led to another bedroom and the second, further down, that led out to a wide porch and patio in the back yard. At the end of the hall was the door to Grandma's room.

We put our luggage away in the rooms. Since there were only two rooms available, me and the other guys took the larger one of the left side of the hall, which had two beds regularly, but Grandma brought up a cot from the basement for the third one. The girls then took the room on the right side of the hall, which only had one large bed in it, but they weren't averse to sharing anymore then they were averse to making out with each other for our entertainment. We then all congregated in the living room.

"Okay, this should be a cool getaway." Jason declared.

Paul grinned, "Hey, what do you say we start a pool and see how many times Dan sleepwalks this time."

"Can't we ever get together without bringing that up?" He said, getting irritated, "It's not like I can help it."

Krystal giggled, snorting a bit through her nose, "Remember that time he tried to pee in the in the refrigerator?"

"Yeah, good thing I stopped him." Paul laughed, "That could have gone really bad for us."

"Can we talk about something else, please?" I bristled, still embarrassed that this incident was still being brought up all the time.

The rest of the night went more or less like a more subdued version of the trip in the RV. We opened some beers, and had the first part of a Halloween movie marathon (way too many movies in that series to watch in one night). In a lot of ways it was once again the same as always as we sat up talking, critiquing each film and arguing about which ones we like best and which ones we thought sucked. It was the kind of talk that we could all do for hours, although it was a little distracting with Krystal and Melody showing so much leg and cleavage. Eventually, and the beers went down, the conversation got off in different, although obvious, directions. Paul began to ask lots of questions of the girls about their condition.

Again, I was curious about the answers, as I continued to wonder what that would be like, to wake up and find yourself reborn as your own dream girl. I don't know why I was so curious, but the thought kept nagging at me; I wanted to know what it had been like. Fortunately, I didn't have to say anything as Paul continued to bombard the two with inquiries, which they happily answered, apparently enthusiastic to talk about it. When Paul asked them how soon they'd started liking guys, the conversation got very awkward.

"Oh right away." Krystal stated, "I mean, it took longer to admit it to ourselves, but the first cute guy I saw my nipples got hard and my pussy got wet and I couldn't stop thinking about kissing him. I tried to fight it down but I ended using the shower head in my bathroom to make myself cum. That was also the first time I had ever masturbated as a girl."

"Shower head stories never get old." Jason laughed.

"We basically are who we were, but there are some changes. There's really no fighting it; in the end you cave in and start doing both guys and girls. And you know what? You wouldn't have it any other way."

As if to accentuate that point, they both kissed each other on the lips.

By the time the wee hours of the morning had arrived, we all felt beat and retired for the evening. Once we were all in bed, we spent a lot of time talking amongst ourselves about the girls on the other side of the hall, and how strange the whole thing was. Again I found myself wondering what that would be like, to suddenly wake up as a pretty, horny pox girl. I couldn't imagine how that must feel.

Eventually, I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up it was still dark. I came to groggily, opening my eyes as the haze of sleep lifted and I came slowly back to consciousness. Bit by bit things were coming back to me, and felt like I was strangely out of place. Then I remembered that I wasn't at home in my usual bed but up and Grandma's house with the rest of the gang. The curtains on one window were open and light from a side porch lamp filtered in along with light from the moon. I became aware that there seemed to be two forms on either side of me, and as my eyes focused I thought that the room seemed off, somehow. It was hard to tell since I wasn't wearing my glasses and everything looked blurry regardless. Still, I could tell: Something was definitely wrong.

And then I suddenly, with a sinking feeling in my stomach, became aware of what it was: I wasn't in the same room that I'd gone to sleep in. Shit, sleepwalking again. I looked around and realized with a feeling of dread that I was in the other bedroom where Krystal and Melody were sleeping. I was lying on the bed and they were asleep on either side of me. I was dressed in the same pair of black fleece shorts and tank top that I had cone to sleep in.

The girls, on the other hand, were all but naked. Krystal was wearing a pair of black silk panties that hugged her curves and displayed a rather obvious slight bit of crack along the waist line along with a white tank top that hung loosely about her, causing her breasts to practically come falling out of the neckline. Melody, wore a black cut off t-shirt with the poster for Tombs Of The Blind Dead on the front, and pair of white cotton panties with red lips all over them, from which vampire fangs protruded slightly. Vast amounts of their skin exposed, they almost seemed more naked then if they were actually naked, if that makes any sense.

Oh crap, damnit! Grandma had to put that thought in my head. I had snuck into their bed with them in my sleep! I cautiously looked around and found that Melody was on my left while Krystal was on my right. Both girls appeared to still be asleep, and they both had their backs to me. I breathed a sigh of relief: maybe they hadn't noticed me get in. Hell, they'd both had plenty of beer last night; maybe they were too drunk to notice?

Now I was in a fine fix. I had to get out of that bed without them noticing me. I mean, I knew they were pox girls, and pox girls were uninhibited, but even they would probably think it was creepy for someone to spoon them in their sleep without them noticing it. I started to break out in a cold sweat. I got images in my head of the girls throwing a fit and calling the police on me, who would then drag me away while all my friends and family looked on in disgust and I would have to register as a sex offender. Okay, maybe my imagination was getting away with me, but still this was an uncomfortable predicament to wake up in.

I tried to gently and slowly push myself up and slide off the foot of the bed. As I did so, however, Melody moaned in her sleep, and turned over, putting her arm across my chest. Stuck with no way to move without her noticing, I tried to think of what to do. It was then that Krystal also turned over and soon I had both girls facing me, their arms over my chest. I could feel their breasts pressing against my shoulders and their warm skin against mine. I felt my cock spring to life at the closeness of the female bodies, their scent wafting into my nostrils. Both still seemed to be asleep, but as they moved a little more, I felt them move one bent leg each over my body.

I had no clue how I was going to untangle my self from their grasp without waking them, and a part of me didn't want to. I could feel their breaths on my skin and felt the swell of their bodies as they breathed, their eyes closed as they lay deep in slumber land. My dick was at full attention. In their new positions, I was now seeing that their camel toe was indiscreetly displayed by their tight fitting under garments. I could smell them, their feminine musk filling my nostrils as they unknowingly snuggled up to me. My heart beat faster in my chest as I contemplated the situation.

All I could really do was wait, and hope they moved without waking up so I could get out of the bed without incident. Damnit, of all the problems my sleepwalking had caused me this was one tricky pickle to get out of. Of course, it was more pleasant then attempting to pee in a refrigerator, but also quite a bit more dangerous. Maybe if they woke up, they'd understand. I mean, they were perfectly aware of my sleepwalking problem, maybe they wouldn't freak out too much. On the other hand, maybe they would and I'd be sentence to chemical castration or something worse. I felt beads of sweat crease my brow.

Krystal mumbled something in her sleep and moved her body, her breasts pressing along my shoulder, pushing up as if she was wearing a wonder bra. I looked at her face: so cute with it's sexy goth girl look. It was hard to believe that this used to be Keith. At the moment it was impossible to rectify the face I'd grown up with with this lovely sexy girl sleeping up right next to me. So beautiful and I felt like I wanted to kiss her, but my mind still screamed at me that this had once been a guy.

But she wasn't a guy anymore, not all. She'd said it herself: There wasn't a 'Y' chromosome between the two of them. It wasn't really like being attracted to some transvestite or shemale. It wasn't really like being attracted to some post op tranny that had his body surgically altered to be as much like a girl's as possible. She WAS a girl; both of them were, completely and totally. Maybe I had been freaking out about nothing, maybe I should have accepted them as readily as Jason and Paul had? And jesus, was I really that narrow minded a person?

They were still the friends I'd known, but my friends were now sexy pox girls. It had been so hard to rectify the two before, but now, so close to them, it seemed so easy to accept these new versions of my old buddies. Was that their famous pox girl pheromones talking, or was a really just finally coming around. I moved my head the other way to look at Melody . . . and my heart froze.

Melody's eyes were wide open and she was staring right at me, wide awake, her cheeks red with a little blushing.

My eyes bulged and my pulse raced. Caught! Oh shit! I opened my mouth to try and explain or make some kind of excuse but my mind went blank. As I tried to say something, Melody reached over and placed two fingers on my lips, silencing me. A small smile spread across her face as her eyes continued to stare at me.

I started to rise up, to slip out of the bed. Since Melody had already seen me, what did I have to loose if Krystal did? But Melody gently pushed me down with one hand, holding me in place.

She moved her body closer to mine, inching forward slowly as her hand gently made slow circular motions on my chest. Her breathing had deepened as she pressed her body against mine, making her breasts rise and fall pleasantly. She pushed herself close and ran her leg across mine, brushing her knee against my hard penis. I tried saying something again but she silenced me once more this time with a soft 'Shhhh".

Her hand began to slide down my stomach, moving sensually across my shirt and onto the elastic of my shorts. There was no question of what she was going for. She moved her head closer to mine as she pulled down the elastic of my shorts. My heart hammered in my chest just from her sensual movements. Her hand slipped under my shorts and wrapped around the shaft of my cock. I moaned a little as I felt her soft fingers move up and down and long the shaft, slowly and lightly probing and exploring my member with a practiced skill. All my doubts about her were fading, being swept away by the title wave of lust she was starting to unleash in me.

She closed her eyes and kissed me on the lips. Just one small peck, experimental and brief, but it felt wonderful. She smiled at me and then leaned in again. Our lips met and this time we kissed deeply and with a passion that made me want to melt into her flesh. Her tongue unabashedly slipped into my mouth and her hand moved up and down on my dick, keeping me hard.

She broke the kiss and took her hand off my cock just long enough to pull her top completely off. Her breasts came into view, large and soft, her nipples hard with excitement. She took one of my hands and pressed it against her tit and I couldn't help but squeeze and fondle her, running my thumb over her nipple. She closed her eyes, letting out a deep sigh while running her tongue over her lips. She then looked down at my stiff dick in her hand and then back at me with an excited grin on her face.

She kissed my lips deeply and then moved down my body, slowly and deliberately. She got to my waist and gripped my shorts with both ands on either side. She gently and deftly slipped my shorts off, stripping me nude below the waist. I didn't argue or resist at all. The notion that this used to be Matt was now the furthest thing from my mind.

Getting down between my legs, Melody winked at me and then took my cock in her mouth. She began kissing and sucking it all over, running her tongue along the side and over the swollen head, her tongue waggling over the skin and her lips smacking across the shaft. Oh my god, she was good. She skillfully took my cock all the way in her mouth and began blowing me with the practiced perfection of a porn star. Whatever else Melody had been up to in the two months since she'd become a girl, she had definitely sucked a lot of dicks. I moved my hips and body as she took me deep into her mouth, deep throating me effortlessly without a perceivable gag reflex.

I heard some light moaning next to me and looked at Krystal, finding that she was stirring and starting to wake up. She slowly opened her yes and flinched when she saw that she was lying on my chest.

"Dan . . .?" She mumbled.

At first, I started getting scared again, thinking that while Melody didn't mind finding me in her bed, maybe Krystal did. She stared at me surprised, and then her attention was distracted by the sucking sounds coming from lower on the bed. She looked down to see Melody working her magic on my manhood and then looked back at me with a naughty grin on her face.

"Finally, one of you guys grew a pair." She cooed saucily.

"I've got them right here." Melody giggled, moving her head down and sucking my balls which made my legs quiver.

I looked back at Krystal only to find her mouth suddenly pressed on mine. I closed my eyes and we kissed, our mouths moving against each other. It was a good, sexy kiss and I ran my hand along her side while Melody happily bobbed her head up and down on my shaft. When we broke the kiss, Krystal quickly gripped the bottom of her tank top with crossed arms and pulled her shirt off, exposing her large breasts and puffy, erect nipples. She had both of them pierced and small metal rings hung from them moving slightly with her motion of her body.

She kissed me again, "Like my boobs?"

I nodded vigorously, "Oh yeah."

She raised her body up, placing her tits in front of my face, "Have a taste."

I reached up with both hands and gently touched her soft globes, carefully kneading them between my hands and she let a small moan escape her lips. I lapped playfully at one of her stiff nipples before taking it between my lips, suckling on her gently. After working on one of them for a bit I moved to the other one, while Krystal ran her hands through my hair, cooing softly to herself. My hands squeezed her large soft breasts, feeling the tender flesh beneath my palms.

As I was doing that, Krystal reached down with her hands and pushed her panties down, sliding down to her bent knees. I could now see her shaved, dripping pussy in the low moonlight. She let one hand drop down to it and began to masturbate herself as slowly, rubbing her fingers across her lips and clit and slipping them inside her. I let one of my hands reach down and join her there, feeling the wet moisture of her pussy coat my finger tips, her warm slit aching for my touch as I moved my fingers over her swollen clitoris. I could feel another piercing down there. She moved her hips slowly as I rubbed her, moaning slightly as my mouth sucked on her large tits.

I became aware of a shift in my way of thinking about them. Before, the fact that they had once been two guys, guys that I had known for years, had freaked me out and made me uncomfortable. Now it almost seemed like a non issue. Why would I be upset that my friends had turned into such lovely sexy girls? They seemed to enjoy it, and I certainly was. I wondered if it was the pox girl pheromones (would that be poxermones?) at work in my brain.

Down between my legs, Melody took my penis out of her mouth and gleefully pulled her panties all the way off, tossing them aside and stripping herself nude. She rose up on her knees and playfully giggled as she spread her pussy lips with one hand, her opening glistening with her excited moisture. Her nipples were hard and erect and she looked absolutely fantastic naked. She crawled up on top of me and kissed my lips before settling back, her vagina hanging just above my stiff cock. She licked her lips, eyeing my manhood with relish, getting ready to slide my member inside of herself. Once we did that, there was no going back, we'd be having sex. A bit of my former reticence reared its head again.

"Are you sure you want that?" I asked, and then kicked myself for sounding so stupid.

"Yes!" She said, and lowered herself onto my cock.

We both moaned as my member pushed past her lips and spread her pussy wide, filling her up. She sat all the way down, burying my shaft within her. As she began moving up and down, riding me slowly and wiggling her hips, Krystal pulled her panties all the way off, stripping herself as nude as her friend. I was thrusting my hips as Melody bounced on my cock, her eyes closed and her mouth open as she filled the air with moans.

All at once, Krystal was over me, putting her gorgeous legs on either side of my head, facing Melody. Her pussy was right over my face, the scent of her sex filling my nostrils as her moisture glistened in the moonlight from the window. She lowered herself and, of course, I knew exactly what to do, burying my face in her slit, licking at the folds of her pussy and sucking on the clit, all the while fucking Melody as hard as could from the position I was in. Which meant she was basically doing most of the work, but from her cries it seemed she didn't mind; cries that were muffled as she began to make out with Krystal. We ground against each other like something from an early scene of Hostel.

Now, I had never been in a three way before. While it had seemed like a good fantasy, in reality I had always thought it was a little impractical. From what I had heard from guys who had been in them, usually one of the girls got jealous of the other one and it turned into an ugly fight most of time. But this one seemed to be going just fine. Maybe the fact that they were pox girls made some kind of difference? Who knew? Like Ringo Starr, I was just happy to be there.

The world seemed to fade away around us, until there was nothing left but the three of us and our furious passion. We fucked like rabbits, filling the room with the sounds of our coitus. This wasn't really 'making love', it was pure animalistic fucking. I no longer cared that they used to be my buds. They were hot, beautiful, sexy girls now, and to reject that just because they used to be guys seemed rude at best. They loved what they had become, and so did I, why fight it? Their pussies were incredible, their breasts and bodies outstanding, most guys would kill to be me right now, there was nothing about this that made me feel guilty at all. Not anymore. We changed positions at one point, all of us now covered in sweat and breathing hard. Krystal lay down on the bed, legs spread wide, and I entered her on top, while Melody straddled Krystal's head and we both lapped at her pussy, and even her cute asshole.

Their energy seemed boundless and almost infectious as I was not having any trouble keeping up with the two of them. The smell of pussy and sex cocooned us in the bed, like an aphrodisiac that sent us over the edge. We fucked wildly like something out of The Island Of Dr. Moreau.

After a time, Krystal surprised me. She pushed me back, rolled over on all fours, with spread knees, slipped two fingers into her ass, moving them in and out.

"Come on, stud," She grinned impishly over her shoulder, "Put that big cock in my butt."

"Uh . . . are you sure?" I stammered.

Oh man, that sounded stupid.

Melody leaned over and slapped Kyrstal's ass, "You bet she is, she loves it up the ass, just like a good little slut."

"Look who's talking." Krystal giggled, returning the spank.

Well, if she was sure.

After using some lube that Krystal had conveniently had in her purse, I pushed my cock onto the rim of her ass, and pressed it home. Krystal let out shrill cry and began wiggling her ass as I fucked her. Jesus fucking Christ, she was tight in there, but not as much as you'd think. I got the impression she'd been doing this a lot over the last two months. Again, I didn't care, I just wanted her. I pulled her close, my hands squeezing her tits and moved my hips rapidly, plunging myself deep into her opening, the walls of her hole grasping and almost sucking at my dick.

Wiggling herself under her friend, Melody got herself into a sixty nine position underneath us, and began licking and sucking at Krystal's pussy while I drove my cock in and out of her ass. Krystal promptly buried her face in her friend's muff, sucking at her snatch with a passionate relish even as her body undulated and twisted with pleasure.

I had begun to lose all sense of time; I couldn't tell if we had been fucking for two seconds or twenty minutes. Like something David Lynch might film, we were in our only little reality, our own microcosm. I know Melody came first, arching her back and crying out in ecstasy, her moans muffled by Krystal's pussy. Once her climax was done, she continued lapping at her friend's slit until Krystal twisted and shook and let out a wild cry as her body was wracked with what looked like a massive orgasm, all with my cock still buried deep in her ass.

It was too much for me, "I'm gonna cum!"

I pulled my penis out of her butt, and both girls dove eagerly at my cock, sucking and licking at me with wild enthusiasm. Man, I gotta tell you, looking down and seeing those two hot ladies greedy fighting over my dick was a beautiful sight. I felt the pleasure build and then I climaxed in an explosive cum, groaning in pleasure as the two girls sucked up every bit of my semen with unrepentant glee.

Exhausted and spent, I fell back to the bed, and the girls spooned up on either side of me, playfully running their hands over my chest.

"So, you like us this way now?" Krystal teased mischievously.

All I good do was nod vigorously.

"Good," Melody cooed, "Cause we love being this way. Turning into pox girls was the best thing that ever happened to us. We're way happier now."

We made out a bit and then I dressed and slipped out of the room, sneaking back to mine. There didn't seem to be a light on in guy's bedroom, so I crept up to the door and gently turned it. Quietly, I opened the door. It was still dark in there, and there didn't seem to be any movement. I gently closed the door, hoping not to wake up the other guys.

As soon as the door closed, the lights turned on and Jason and Paul stood there with their arms folded over their chests. They both looked very angry. Either that or they were gonna break into a rap, but I was pretty sure it was anger.

"What the fuck, man." Jason demanded angrily, "You thought you could sneak over there and have those two for yourself."

"There was no sneaking." I protested, getting irritated with them, "I was sleepwalking again. The rest just happened."

"Sleepwalking, yeah nice excuse." Jason snorted.

"You couldn't just have one, huh?" Paul shouted, "You had to take them both."

"I told you, it wasn't like that." I started getting mad myself.

"I called dibs on Melody." Paul protested.

"'Dibs'? What are you, an infant?" I yelled, "Would you two calm the fuck down, it's not like I married them."

"You shouldn't have left your bros hanging like that, dude, that was a total douche bag thing to do." Jason poked me in the chest with his finger.

The argument went on and on, both of them accusing me of hogging the girls to myself and me trying to protest my innocence in this matter. Tempers flared and voices raised and soon the fight got pretty ugly. I was seriously considering hitching a ride back home when a knock on the door and Melody's voice on the other side shut everyone up at once.

"Hey, guys, when you're finished hosing down that room with testosterone, there's a couple of horny hotties over here who would dearly like to party with the rest of you." Melody called from the other side of the door.

She paused and then added, "We're both naked."

That ended the fight right there. Without another word, Jason and Paul went to the door and left the room in a second. It only took a few more seconds for me to start hearing the girls giggling and the guys laughing as the party got started. With a few words, Melody had totally diffused the situation.

Exhausted I threw myself down on the bed face down. It didn't take long for me to start hearing the groans and moans of sex floating over from the room next door. I lay there, half asleep, my mind wandering, totally wrung through the wringer by the events of the last day.

Again, I wondered what that would be like, to turn into a pox girl like that. Krystal and Melody seemed to be very happy with it. It seemed like they had completely accepted and embraced their new identities. Being a pretty sexy, happy girl didn't seem like too terrible a fate, I supposed. There were a lot of worse things someone could turn into: A garden slug, for example, or a dung beetle, or maybe Zach Efron. But still, there were personality changes. You'd think they'd resent having parts of their core personality changed like that against their will. Or could it be that they were so far transformed that they were incapable of that resentment?

My mind lazily continued to imagine how that must have felt for them as I drifted off to what I hoped would be a fitful sleep.

Unfortunately, I was unaware that you can sleepwalk twice in the same night.

Obviously, I don't remember anything about it. Most of what I know I gleaned from being told. It was in the early hours of the morning, Paul and Jason had long since returned from their tryst with our two pox girls and gone to sleep. At some point there, I got out of bed and staggered out of the room. Exactly where I wandered to I don't know, but at some point I ended up out in the living room because that's where Melody and Krystal spotted me, having gone into the kitchen to get some water, which makes sense because that was probably one heck of a work out they got a few hours before.

It was Krystal who spotted me first staggering into the living room like a zombie on ludes, The Walking Dead all the way. When she saw me she came over and noticed that I was also sporting a bit of morning wood that was sticking out of the top of my shorts.

"Melody, look at this." She called.

Melody entered and blinked when she saw me, "Oh wow, I didn't know you could sleepwalk twice in the same night."

Neither did I, but I looked it up and the net later and discovered that about one percent of sleepwalkers can have multiple episodes in the same night. Lucky me.

Krystal gleefully pointed out my erection, "And check this out."

"Yummy, somnambulist wood." Melody licked her lips.

Krystal insists that she said 'Yummy', while Melody categorically insists she didn't. In case you're wondering, somnambulist is a fancy word for a sleepwalker. While I tried to move forward in my sleep, the two girls eyed my manhood, hopefully not giggling (they swear they didn't). Completely unaware of their presence, I continued to try to move forward. I think I was heading out the front door, in which case I suppose it's a good thing that they found me.

Krystal looked at Melody with what I'm sure was her naughty expression, "Hey, why don't we suck him off while he's sleepwalking?"

Melody replied, "That doesn't seem fair, he'd miss the whole thing."

"Oh, I guess you're right." Krystal said.

And then she grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me vigorously yelling, "WAKE UP, DAN! WAKE UP!"

"Krystal!" Melody pulled her back, "You're not supposed to wake up a sleepwalker. You could give him a shock or a heart attack."

Had I been conscious at all I could have told her that was actually probably not true, but it took a few more back and forth motions by Krystal to snap me out of my trance. As reality faded in and the haze around me lifted, memory flooding back into my sleep addled brain, I began to take stock of what was around me. As usual there was confusion and disorientation as I tried to latch my mind on where I was and how I had gotten there. It was all made worse by the fact that I still didn't have my glasses on. When I finally started realizing what happened my heart sank.

"Uh . . . huh? . . . wha . . .?" I stammered at first and then grumbled, "Oh, not again. Not twice, damnit."

Looking concerned, Melody asked, "How are you?"

"Feeling like an idiot." I mumbled as I realized my cock was out and hurriedly stuffed it back in my shorts. "Sorry."

"Don't apologize, we've seen that before." Krystal giggled, and then turned to Melody, "See, he's fine."

"Actually," I frowned, "I'm feeling kinda weird. Weirder then usual after one of these, I mean."

Melody hit Krystal on the arm, "You see, he's in shock."

This didn't feel like shock: I felt strange tingles running up and down my body particularly in my crotch and my chest. From deep inside me there was a warm happy feeling spreading out all over me, running along my body and out to my extremities as my head swirled in a drug like euphoria. It was like I'd been smoking some kind of super bong from an old Cheech and Chong movie. Like if this were a Friday The 13thmovie I'd be killed two scenes later. I tried to move but I ended up staggering back, my legs feeling like rubber.

"Dan?" Melody asked.

I tried to stand upright but I lost my footing and tumbled to the floor, rapture gently flooding my already addled brain and flowing sensations of bliss coursed through my body as my limbs twitched slightly. I ended up on my back, squirming with enjoyment on the floor as the feelings took over. The strange assault on my senses was something altogether new to me, and I rolled my head as it continued.

"Oh my god!" Melody cried in alarm, "He's having a heart attack!"

Looking me over, Krystal observed, "That doesn't look like a heart attack to me."

My cock was still hard and had pushed rout of the elastic of my shorts pulsing with stimulation. My skin felt like it was moving all over my body independently.

"I've never felt like this before." I mumbled as I twisted on the floor.

Through the haze, I felt like my body was contracting. All over I felt my skin and my muscles moving of their own accord. What the hell was going on? Was my body changing somehow? Holy shit was I turning into a . . . into . . .? My mind wouldn't let me complete or accept the thought as I rolled and undulated on the ground, my eyes rolled back into my head.

"Oh, my god . . . Melody, look at his hair." Krystal said, astonished.

"You don't think . . .?" Melody started.

I didn't need to hear what they were looking at; I could feel it for myself: My hair was growing. Growing at an impossible rate. I could feel the ends tickling my neck as they pressed down moving towards my shoulders. Like a swarm of snakes they altered their shape (and, I found out later, their color) and spread out from my tingling scalp, increasing in length and body. Simultaneously, I could feel all the hair on my body, even on my face, starting to retract. Even my pubic hair was undergoing this rapid de-growth and vanishing into my skin. Soon I would be completely hairless below the neck.

Shinya Tsukamoto could not have filmed a more surreal scene.

A stab of fear shot through me as I felt my face begin to change, shifting and widening. My chin retracted upwards as my cheeks spread and rounded. I felt my eyes expand, the sockets getting wider. A tickling sensation caused me to blink rapidly as my eye lashes thickened and lengthened. The ends of my lips seemed to pull in while the rest of my lips flesh swelled slightly. My nose pulled back and spread out a little as the skin on my face smoothed out and softened. My whole body seemed to be shrinking little by little, growing smaller in volume.

"Oh . . . my . . . god!" Melody breathed, "He is!"

A moan escaped my lips as my neck lengthened and narrowed, the bones in my neck cracking alarmingly. I felt a slight choking sensation and I coughed as my Adam's apple minimized and disappeared into the silky skin of my throat. More cracks of bones followed as my shoulders retracted inward, moving bit by bit and robbing me of that broad shouldered look that men usually had. All over my skin was softening and leveling, while I felt the little muscle mass that I had disappearing and fading under my supple new flesh. The changes washed over me, rolling down like a wave from my head down to my feet. The strange euphoria in my mind made me powerless to react to it; powerless to do anything but moan and wiggle my altering body on the floor.

My hands and fingers shrunk and contracted, along with my wrists and the arms as well. They pulled back into themselves, loosing a lot of their previous length. I felt my chest narrowing, cracking as bones and muscle pulled in and realigned themselves to accommodate my new anatomy. My mind whirled as the changes progressed, shifting and altering my body with their own agenda. On some level I knew what was happening, I was becoming a . . .

I couldn't even finish the vague thought. I didn't want to, and I was suddenly distracted as my nipples pulsed simultaneously. I felt them spread out, the rings growing in size while the tips hardened and inflated. I let out a shocked cry as I saw two mounds rise under my shirt, pushing upwards and swelling and increasing in volume until my top seemed like it was straining to contain them. They shifted, dropping down a little bit, my now large nipples pushing trough the fabric of my shirt. They were so huge they obscured my view of what was happening below.

As the feeling of bliss and delight flowed over me, my stomach flattened out while my waist narrowed with a pulling of my soft, hairless skin. Even as this happened, my hips began to curve, my bones making popping noises and they shifted, and I let out a high yelp as my butt inflated, growing rounder with my now girlish hips. Girlish . . . I was afraid to think the word. I knew what I was becoming, what was happening to me. I wanted to hate it, to fight it. But I only rolled and moaned in pleasure as the euphoria clouded my mind and ecstasy flooded my changing, shifting body.

I noticed, even with my poor vision, that Krystal and Melody both had their hands in their panties and they were getting themselves off as they watched me change. I felt anger surge in me, those lousy bitches! Why weren't they doing anything to help me? This was probably all their fault, they did this to me. Then again, what could they do?

Rolling down from my thigh, the muscle tone left my now hairless legs. The skin smoothed out just like the rest of my flesh and the legs contracted, getting smaller shorter. My feet and ankles shrunk next, rapidly becoming smaller and, dare I say it, more petite. My mind fought with itself, knowing what was happening to me, but not wanting the think the word. The strange bliss I was feeling grew and grew in intensity and suddenly I was gripped by a powerful orgasm and I came, my cock spasming as it shot my load all over my newly proportioned stomach.

I knew it would be the last time I ejaculated with my penis.

It was already shrinking, disappearing into my shorts. I didn't want to look at it and closed my eyes. That only made it worse as felt my dick shrink down to the size of one of my fingers and then contracted into my body along with my also shrinking balls. My scrotum pulled tightly against my crotch, and I screamed in an unfamiliar high pitched wail as my genitals morphed and changed, pulling into my body and rearranging themselves inwardly. I felt my manhood vanish and stretch into thin folds between my legs, what was left of my penis settling into a small hood of flesh at the top. I groaned as felt the new opening forming inside my body, the long canal stretching into me as my new internal organs formed to replace the ones I had lost.

Incredible waves of pleasure washed over my body and felt myself orgasm again, a strange new kind of cum that was different form what I had known before. How could loosing my manhood feel this good? It didn't seem right. I heard Krystal's moans and knew she had just cum herself, followed shortly by Melody. I wondered what it would be like to see myself change like this and found myself excited by the idea.

Something was happening in my brain, like tiny feelers rearranging the synapses in my head. Altering me, changing me, shifting the very core of my being, molding me into something else, something new.

Making me a girl.

As my transformation completed, I passed out cold on the floor.

TO BE CONTINUED . . .