Accepted Ch. 02

This is Chapter 2 of Accepted, a continuing story about Sasha Milovic. If you have not read Chapter 1, please check it out before diving in!

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"What do you think?"

If I could recognize myself the night before, I couldn't now. The hairdresser had given me a trendy, pixie-style haircut. It was just long enough on the sides to go past my ears, but short enough to stay tight against my neck and off my shoulders. For the first time in my life, I also had bangs. My freshly trimmed wheat-blonde hair drifted over to the left side of my face, resting as one stylish cut right above my eyes. With my recent eyebrow plucking and the same makeup Sarah used yesterday, I was looking downright cute.

"Love it," chimed in Sarah from across the waiting area.

"Yeah," I said, looking my face up and down, trying out different poses and angles to get the whole feel. The short hair really brought out my Eastern European features. "I really like it, actually!"

After leaving the hair salon, I couldn't help but feel confident. Everyone we'd met so far had thought I was a girl, and now with this haircut I couldn't be confused with anyone else. Especially not Milo.

"Okay, so..." Sarah started, forcing her arm through mine. "Now, clothes!" Her face lit up as she informed me of our next stop. She dragged me into the department store, but instead of heading straight to the clothes, Sarah led me to the lingerie section.

"Wait, I thought we were getting clothes?"

"Uh, yeah? You have to get some panties and a couple bras first, though! What do you think goes under those clothes?" I hadn't even thought of that before. Staring over the shelves of panties and racks of lacy bras now seemed intimidating instead of enticing. She grabbed a few black, white, and tan thongs, and held them up against my butt.

"Hey!" I shouted, swatting her hands away.

"Whether you like it or not, thongs are a girl's best friend. You know those jeans you're wearing? Your ass would look stupid in anything but a thong."

"But, that's—"

"What, gay? You've got to start thinking like a girl now. Straight girls and gay girls all wear thongs. Get used to it!" And with that, the floodgates opened. Seven pairs of thongs, some lacy and some simple, and a few pairs of boy shorts and bikini-style panties for good measure. We then moved on to the bras.

"Okay, so looking at you I think you can fit into a 30, maybe a 32, but we need to consider what bust you want."

"What bust I want?"

"Yeah, how big do you want your boobs to be?"

"Uhh..." I was dumbfounded. My boobs? I looked down at my flat chest. Flattering sweater, but completely flat chest. I tried picturing a set of breasts hanging off me, but simply started blushing. I knew we had to do this, but I couldn't help but start to feel embarrassed.

"Don't worry, Sasha," Sarah said, sensing my trepidation. "Try this, it's a 32 B. Nothing too big, but it should be easy to fill out and it works with your frame."

I tried the tan bra over my sweater. It was a little snug over the clothes, but it seemed like a perfect fit. I still couldn't really grasp the fact that I would have to wear these straps every day for the next three years though.

"Great, that'll be fine!" she said, smiling as she pulled out her phone and began tapping away. Not a second later, she pulled up an image of a pair of breasts. "These are your new boobs! I ordered you a pair of those stick on fake boobs. I searched for the best ones last night but just needed the size down. They're being shipped to my place, so just pay me back later during the shopping trip!"

"Thanks?" I said, not quite sure what had happened.

Grabbing my arm again, we then dove head first into the clothes department. Sarah picked a few pairs of jeans, skirts, and shorts for me to try and we headed off to the changing room. As I walked in, Sarah was right behind me, closing the door so that both of us were in the same stall. I stared at her, confused at why she was following me.

"I'm going to help," she said, giving me a quick glance and then turning around to wade through the clothes. "Girls see each other naked all the time, it's fine. You're a girl to me now. If it makes you feel better I'll take my top off too. Now get into these."

She tossed me a pair of short shorts and a crop top. A little skimpy for my first outfit, but I had to start somewhere. I turned around and began undressing. I felt vulnerable, completely naked from head to toe, and was concentrating as hard as I could to not get hard. As I faced back towards Sarah to grab the clothes I was taken by complete surprise: Sarah was topless. Her pink nipples stood out in contrast from her completely tanned breasts. They were incredibly perky, and hung out over a perfectly toned stomach. I froze, mouth open and eyes fixated on her.

"Hey!" she said, snapping her fingers in front of me, "they're just boobs. Now get dressed." She looked me straight in the eyes before I saw her drift down towards my crotch, obviously staring at my semi-flaccid penis. I blushed, turning back around as I began to step into the shorts. I pulled them up to my waist and then started with the top and bra. Sarah showed me how to put it on, and stuffed it with a few thongs to show how I would look with breasts. I slipped on the crop top over it and turned to the mirror.

"Wow," I muttered, "I don't even recognize myself." It was true. The haircut, makeup, and clothes had created a completely new person. I was slightly taller than the average girl, but being a volleyball player makes sense. I turned back to Sarah, smiling. "Thank you."

"Oh my god," Sarah said, covering her face with her hand as she pointed at my shorts. Without knowing, I was sporting an enormous erection, most of which had poked out through the bottom of my shorts and was pressed up against my leg, throbbing and leaking precum. She started laughing. "It's okay," she managed, gasping for air, "let's just try to keep moving forward."

After finally composing myself and continuing on with the fittings, we found some cut up jeans that fit well and complemented my "assets," and then picked out some short shorts and a tight, black skirt. I liked the shorts and skirt, but without underwear it was pretty hard to control my penis. Tucking worked fairly well for the shorts (disregarding the first attempt that resulted me in flopping out), but the skirt was a completely different story. I tried straightening my back and posing with the different blouses, tanks, and shirts, but it was hard to keep a straight face with my dick constantly bobbling about. Sarah being topless definitely helped my embarrassment, but it was horrible for trying not to get hard.

After about an hour, we had whittled my wardrobe down to a good variety of casual outfits, some slightly more risqué "going out" looks, and a few pairs of shoes: a simple pair of black pumps, a more casual slip on, and a nice pair of thong-style sandals. All in all, I looked like a girl ready for college.

- - -

The next few days flew by. I had to keep all of my clothes at Sarah's house while packing up "Milo's" clothes at home. Although they noticed my haircut, my parents were none the wiser to my alter ego. Some nail polish remover on my fingers and a bit of hair gel hid things well.

However, what was causing me some stress was what we had dubbed, "The Transfer." With my flight set tomorrow, my parents were dropping me off at the airport and saying their goodbyes. I would have to then wait for them to leave, come back out to the curbside drop off, and then pick up my real suitcase from Sam and Sarah. With a carry-on also packed by Sarah, I would then change into Sasha once I got through Security. This was another one of her crazy ideas, but it made sense. I'd be arriving to Long Beach and immediately head to campus for check-in. There was no way I could register for orientation and then change. After a few back and forths, I realized that I had no choice. She was right again.

Over the past week, Sarah and I had become pretty close friends through this all, but I couldn't even remember the last time I had a full conversation with Sam. He seemed a bit hurt when Sarah told him that he'd have to stay home on our shopping trip, but he understood. It would have been weird to explain to him that not only did I see his girlfriend's tits, but she also saw my dick. Since then, I hadn't gotten so much as a hello. My phone buzzed, interrupting my thoughts.

hey, forgot to tell you but your boobs came earlier. have em packed for ya!

hah, thanks! going to be weird wearing those, I replied back, looking once again at my flat chest.

you'll get used to them! anyways, hope you're ready for tomorrow. after seeing the package, sam keeps touching me like he wants some ass so I better go take care of that lol. see you!

I looked at my phone, rereading what Sarah had just sent to me. Was that what girls talk about? Sam might mention to me if he had gotten a blowjob in a weird place, or the one time a year he gets to fuck her in the ass, but never had I heard something sexual come out of Sarah. I guess she was starting to think of me as a friend? Like, a girlfriend?

I stared up at the ceiling, thinking over everything that had happened over the past seven days until my mind stopped racing. I couldn't sleep, instead replaying the images of myself in the clothes I had been in and out of since the shopping trip, my mind then drifting to Sarah and Sam. I got up out of bed and headed over to the dresser. Despite packing everything over at Sarah's place, I had kept one lacy thong and a stick of lipstick to myself.

I took my shirt and pajama pants off, once again confronted with the amazing visual of a fit, hairless female body with a penis. I reached into my dresser and uncovered the lipstick and thong hidden amongst the many white undershirts. The moment I gripped the soft fabric my member instantly twitched in anticipation. I stepped my legs through the black lace, pulling it up between my ass checks and over my growing erection. The silk was cold as it slid over my bare asshole, shooting a tingling sensation throughout my body. Looking back in the mirror, I coated my lips in the deep red lipstick.

I laid back down on my bed as my erection grew stronger, pressing hard against the black fabric of my thong. I looked down past my nipples and pulled out my dick with one hand, the other sliding up my chest and giving my left nipple a small twist. Ever since I had become Sasha, I had begun playing with my nipples while masturbating, picturing myself grabbing the tits of the sexy woman I saw in the mirror. In turn, they had become incredibly sensitive.

As I tweaked my nipples, I licked my ruby red lips as I stroked myself faster. In my mind I pictured Sarah going down on Sam. Her small, tanned body, kneeling in front of him, wearing nothing but her own black lace thong. Sam was leaning back on her bed, shirtless, with his pants around his ankles. His large, thick, seven inch cock throbbing in front of Sarah's face. He grabbed her brunette hair with one hand and forced her upon his dick. Her red lips parted, sliding over his head and welcoming the shaft into her mouth. She moved her hands and grabbed both of her tits, squeezing those pink nipples I had the pleasure of seeing earlier hard as she bobbed her head up and down over his thick, wet shaft.

My own orgasm began to build as the images played in my head. Sam grabbed Sarah's head with both hands and started to quickly thrust into her mouth. She welcomed the assault, relaxing her throat and opening wider as a mixture of saliva and precum began to drip down the sides of her chin and onto her tits. Sam's muscles bulged as he came closer to the edge. I squeezed my nipple harder and pumped faster, mimicking the scene in my head.

"Fuck!" Sam yelled, pulling Sarah off his cock and standing up above her. Sarah gasped for air, her lipstick smeared around the edges of her mouth. Sam began pumping his of shaft while holding Sarah's face inches away from his engorged head. His thick cock shot streams of cum into her awaiting mouth. I opened my own red lipstick-clad mouth in unison as I shot my thick, white load all over my chest. The intensity of my orgasm sent a giant spurt into my gaping mouth. I opened my eyes, shocked at the warm, salty liquid that had covered my lips and tongue. It wasn't a bad taste, but definitely unexpected. I looked down at my leaking cock as I wiped the remainder of the cum off my lips with the back of my hand and swallowed what had made it into my mouth.

The thick cum seemed to coat my throat as it slid down, but what surprised me most was that it was somehow turning me on. I got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom mirror. Staring back at me was that blonde girl I had come to know, but this time she was covered in cum. I licked up the cum that I had wiped on the back of my hand, savoring every warm, salty drop. My cock twinged back to life. It was going to be a long night.

- - -

After painstakingly applying what should have been simple "travel makeup," I had patiently allowed another erection to subside after putting on my white thong so that I could begin working into my skinny jeans. I looked myself up and down in the mirror, adjusting my package and tucking it back until no bulge appeared. It was getting easier, but I'm sure that it would be quite awhile before I got used to the feeling of my penis pressed up against my ass.

Once that was taken care of, I slipped into my black heels. Maybe not the best for travel, but they really worked well with the outfit. And as Sarah said, "Tall girls can have fun too, right?"

I looked down at my carry-on and rummaged to the bottom in order to find my new breast forms. The past few days I had searched online how to use them, but actually doing it seemed to be pretty daunting. I cracked open the package and cupped one of the silicone breasts, running my hand over the surface and giving the nipples a little flick. To my surprise, they felt like the real thing, and definitely had a nice weight to them.

I wiped my chest down and prepped the adhesive. Lining the first one up in the mirror, I slowly pressed it against my left pec. Once in the right spot, I pushed until it was completely suction cupped around my skin. Instantly, I felt the weight of the breast form pull me slightly forward. I repeated the process with the second one, and with a little foundation I was able to match the forms to my skin tone relatively easily. I moved my hands to my side and looked at my new body in the mirror.

"Wow," the word uncontrollably burst out of my mouth. I brought my hands back up and watched them move over my nipples, caressing and squeezing the silicone in convincing fashion. I felt that familiar feeling in my jeans as my dick started to strain against the fabric. There wasn't much room down there, and as the longer I stared at my breasts, the more my erection pushed up against me.

I quickly unbuttoned and pulled my pants halfway down my thighs, freeing my hardening cock from my lacy thong. I looked down to grab my erection and was greeted with a completely new point of view: instead of a flat chest, I saw a beautiful pair of tits. As I enjoyed the sights, my cock slowly rose into view, peeking out from below my new boobs. I eagerly grabbed the shaft with my right hand and cupped the silicone with the other. I watched myself stroke my cock in the mirror, completely turned on at the sight of this beautiful woman giving me a handjob.

I stroked harder, once again opening my mouth and licking my lips in the mirror. I couldn't believe how amazing this felt. I bent over the counter, my pumps pushing my ass high in the air while my tits hung over the sink, jiggling with each stroke. The clothes, the makeup... it was making me harder than I could ever remember. Even after the marathon session I had last night, my cock was throbbing like it hadn't been touched in months. I felt the precum build at the tip of my dick, glistening on the head and allowing me to rub my shaft faster. I squeezed my silicone tits hard as I felt the orgasm erupt below me.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I screamed as cum shot out from my dick and onto the floor. White streams of pleasure burst from my engorged cock as I moved a hand down to catch some of the warm liquid. I slowed down to a steady rhythm, rubbing my fingers up and down the shaft, milking my cock until ultimately bringing it up to my mouth and licking the salty mess up. I swallowed everything before looking back down and seeing a large white puddle beneath my heels from the first couple of streams.

I cleaned the bathroom up and let my erection die down as I did my best to touch up my makeup. Once completely flaccid, I retucked, pulled my thong back to the right side, and button my jeans up. It took a good minute or two to regain my composure, but I soon found my tan bra in the mess of clothes and makeup inside the carry-on. Following what Sarah had taught me, I put the bra on backwards, clasping it below my breasts before turning it right way round and putting my arms through the straps. As I pulled my bra up, it felt as if a huge weight began pressing against my chest. The straps strained around the silicone, spilling out from the top of the bra.

I struggled to catch my breath and bent over to grab the packaging they came in to double check that I had put them on correctly.

"You've got to be fucking me."

A nice little circle sticker on the back of the box answered my question: 32D. Sarah had ordered me the wrong size, and now I was stuck with breasts larger than my bra could handle. I opened my phone and furiously texted Sarah.

hey, did you check these breast forms? THEY'RE D'S, NOT B'S!!

Almost immediately I received a frowny face, followed by one word: picture?

I shook my head and pulled up my camera, flipping it around to the selfie side. Standing up as straight as I could, I frowned and pushed my silicone breasts together, emphasizing the spillage. I looked back down at my phone and studied the photo before sending. An attractive, sporty-looking blonde with bright green eyes was staring back at me. Her tits strained against the bra, while her slim waist transitioned to tight blue jeans on a wide set of hips. I had never sent anything close to a dick pick before, and here I was sending a picture of my cleavage to my best friend's girlfriend.

just go no bra! looks good!!

no bra, how would that help me?

wrong bra means you're gonna spill. looks really weird in a shirt, just go no bra and get new ones in cali

Sarah hadn't steered me wrong yet, but this felt a little more nerve-wracking than anything I had done in the past week. I unclasped my bra, tossing it back into the carry-on. I pulled a casual, loose fitting V-neck over my head and let it fall down my arms and over my breasts. Although I couldn't feel them, I could tell that my breasts had stopped the shirt from falling completely down to my waist. I pulled it over my silicone chest, resulting in a slight bit of skin to show between my shirt and jeans in addition to the cleavage. The outfit worked, but without a bra my nipples stuck straight out as if I was constantly cold. Embarrassing, but I would be lying to myself if I didn't think it was kind of hot.

Finally approving the past half hour of work I'd done, I packed up the carry-on, stuffed my cell into my back pocket tight against my butt, and confidently walked out of the large, family bathroom in the middle of the terminal. Instantly, I could tell I was going to start drawing attention. A middle-aged man did a double-take, his eyes never leaving my chest as he stumbled into a passerby's luggage. Walking in the other direction, I noticed a couple girls staring at me, chatting to each other with disgusted looks on their faces.