Ghost of a Chance

by Jamila Jesse

  We arrived at Kelly's room, put my last stuff away and finally said goodbye to her friends on the floor. And Madison, being Madison, was next to me by the car.

  The drive home was quiet but fun and shared little things I wanted to share. But we were both really tired.

  Aunt Maurine and I argued, cleaned, removed my nail polish, but kept my sweet red nails. I needed a concrete reminder of the weekend.

  At three o'clock in the morning, I was back home asking my mother, "How was the Christmas party, Max?"

  I had a lot to say, but I didn't know where to start.

  "It was great, Mom," when I hugged you tightly, "but it's also great to be home.”

  I met Jonas in 6th grade at Westminster Middle School. We had different classes together, and after meeting repeatedly for scientific projects and other activities, we became good friends. Our school days usually included doing things together after school and weekends, and eventually even occasionally vacationing together. Jonas and I became inseparable. I was the only child when he was the youngest of five and the only boy.

  Jonas has always been a little different. When we were younger, the differences were subtle. When we started high school, these differences seemed more significant. Jonas was attractive - more attractive than handsome - but he never made an appointment. While all the other guys got bigger, bigger and stronger, he didn't. He was in good condition - we both moved through the country - but he was relatively small, six feet tall and at most 30 kg. Everyone at school thought he was gay and hadn't gotten out of the closet yet.

  As you can imagine, some of the idiots at Jonas School constantly made fun of me and harassed me, and I was often in the fight over it. I took a few blows to protect him during our four years in high school. What I didn't realize was that the emotional abuse he had at home was much worse.

  When we reached the final year, Jonas looked distant and isolated. We were still friends and talked all the time, but even I had trouble coming to him. He barely passed classes and was eager to finish his school. At the end of last year he talked about moving at the age of 18 and never wavered. When our school years were over, I finally found out why.

  I turned 18 in March, while Jonas was a few months behind me. When his 18th birthday arrived in May, he arrived at my parents' door with two suitcases packed. He told him that his father threw him out and that he couldn't go anywhere else. My parents loved Jonas and love to take him.

  We both graduated just a few weeks later. I enrolled twice for several years, and by the time I finished high school, I had already earned enough credits for my associate degree. I was ready to join the workforce and take care of myself. Jonas wasn't sure what he was going to do.

  Until the middle of the summer, I had a job as a junior programmer at a local tech company and was working on smartphone apps. At the beginning of the fall, I decided to go live alone. I found a beautiful two bedroom apartment near my office and within walking distance of the local nightlife. Without hesitation, I asked Jonas to move in with me. He was excited when I asked and immediately said yes.

  Our move to the apartment was a turning point in many ways.

  Reveal the truth

  Moving to the apartment was a dream come true. My parents very much supported us and surprised us with the lounge furniture, including a beautiful new 50-inch flat screen TV. They also made sure that Jonas and I had sufficient furniture for our rooms.

  It didn't take us more than a day or two to live in and Jonas decided to find out everything that happened the year before.

  "Dave, do you have time to talk?" I remember he asked in a forced tone.

  "Sure. I have to do some tasks, but I can do it later, 'I answer.

  "I have to tell you what happened to my parents. About what happened to me. About me. There's so much I didn't tell, and I'm sorry it took so long to talk," he said. as the tears filled his eyes.

  I've never seen it so broken. He could barely control himself. I went there and embraced him for a long time and brought him to the couch. I could see that this conversation was not constant.

  "My dad always wanted a boy. After four girls, he was excited to have a boy to play and play with. It just wasn't me. I'm not who I am. '

  He stops to meet for a while before continuing with suppressed tears: "I was just a big disappointment to him".

  "Are you telling me you're gay?" I asked.

  "No, not exactly," he hesitated.

  I was confused and the look on my face must have said it all.

  "I'm sorry, I didn't say that to you before, but actually ... I know I'm really a girl. I've been trans and know it for a while, 'he said quietly. "I started the process over a year ago. My mother supported me and gave me advice, but I hid it for my dad. I was about to take hormones when he found out and he cheated. . He was so angry. " , I wanted to leave the house when I was 18. He even talked about getting divorced from my mother, but I don't think he would go with it. "

  I was on the floor. I didn't know what to say and I sat in silence. After an awkward minute, Jonas continues.

  "I'm sorry, Dave. I wanted to tell you, but I was so confused and upset and didn't want to risk losing my closest friend. Please tell me what you think, 'he asked nervously.

  "I'm glad you told me that. Don't worry, it doesn't change anything except that I can be here to help you with all this," I reply with a calm tone.

  Jonas smiled and covered his mouth with tears streaming down his cheeks. After sitting down, he made another request.

  "If you don't mind, can you call me Jessica from now on? I want to go through the past and I'll soon change my name legally. '

  "Absolutely, Jessica," I reply in the affirmative.

  She got up from the couch and sat down next to me, embracing me long, expressing her relief. I could see that it was a turning point for her and I was determined to help her.

  "My mom hid money for a while and gave me enough to get started with HRT. I don't know how it's going to happen, please be patient with me. It's all so exciting and scary, and I can be excited for a while be, "he said. Jessica.

  "It's okay. We'll fix it. I'm here for you, Jess," I said, seemingly mistakenly given a nickname. After a break, I ask, "I hope I'm not very curious, but do you plan to do the last surgery at some point?"

  I've learned how offensive that question can be since then, but Jess hasn't done much about it yet. She replies: 'No. I don't think I'm going to do that. This is not something I find absolutely necessary. I know this may limit my appointment options, but I agree. I really didn't think too far ahead. , honest. "

  Our conversation lasted several hours. Jess told me about his hopes and dreams. She said her body would change a lot in the coming years. She wanted big, natural breasts, but the doctor said that most trans women have only A or B cups. However, her genetics could help as all the women in her family had a fairly large breast - especially her four sisters. . However, Jess was determined about it and tried all possible means, nutritional recommendations and alternative methods to promote growth. His doctor also prescribed progesterone, which he believed would help.

  She explained that she started cutting her hair a year ago. The longer his natural curls appeared even more. I've never noticed this before, but her curly brown hair and crystal blue eyes made her beautiful. I had no problem seeing her as Jessica, although I knew her as Jonas all these years.

  At the end of our conversation, Jess decides it's time to introduce herself as a woman. Moving to our apartment was an opportunity to really start a new life. He had just completed a job as an audio transcript that could make him work in the apartment.

  "Why aren't you going to work with me and I can help pack your wardrobe? I'll be the first person to go shopping for Jessica," I said excitedly.

  The big smile on his face says it all.

  "Are you sure? You don't have to, Dave," she replied.

  "I want to. Let's do it," I reply. I get up from the couch, take her hand to help her and point to the
door before I add, "It's going to be nice!"

  We ended the day with a few chores and bought her a few hours. In total, I probably spend a few hundred on clothes, shoes and makeup. The joy on his face made it absolutely worth it.

  change

  Once Jess started HRT, the changes started fast. The first few days alone she had severe chest pains. She also massaged oil for at least 30 to 60 minutes a day after reading that it could promote tissue growth and lead to a more complete and feminine form.

  "My breasts hurt so much, Dave, ughhhhh," she complains after only a few weeks at HRT.

  I smile and gently pat her shoulders before saying, "Remember, this pain is a good sign. That means they're growing the way you want. '

  She hugged me and pressed her head against my chest before saying, "I know. I just wanted two big melons to magically appear overnight. Like fucking Harry Potter, you know?"

  I laughed and said, "I don't remember Harry having big breasts, Jess."

  She surprised me when she suddenly took a step back, lifted her shirt and showed me how her breasts were developing.

  "Looks like they grew up with you? Can you see the difference?' She asked me.

  I definitely could. Her nipples were bigger and swollen and there was definitely more meat than before. In fact, I could see that the overall appearance changed significantly. Her skin looked softer and her whole body looked feminized. Her voice was a little different. His face was there, though. She was beautiful before HRT, but she was beautiful with makeup and hormones, and I told her.

  After a few months, his transformation was in full swing. At the time, she was already wearing a 34B bra and is still growing. Her body was much more feminine and her voice was smoky and very different from when she started taking hormones. In fact, I came across her several times as a friend should reasonably do.

  About eight months later, Jess really shocked me. After a late work day, I came home. As I opened the front door, Jess was sitting on the couch watching Netflix topless! She massaged her breasts with oil and looked completely impressed when I entered.

  "Ah, you're home! Look at this, Dave! I'm in a C cup right now! I'm so excited," she exclaims as I close the door behind me.

  I looked at his bright oil chest and was amazed at the substantial growth. Her breasts grew much in that relatively short period. They were fresh and tear-shaped and looked feminine. She grabbed them in her hands, stirred and squeezed them, which was much more exciting than I allowed.

  "I think massage really made a difference. I bought my first C-Cup bra today. I think it's still growing! ' she said happily before asking, "what do you think?"

  "It's amazing, Jess, I'm so happy for you. They look fantastic, 'I say awkwardly.

  She picked up her long nightgown on the couch and put it on before embracing me warmly and long.

  "I wouldn't have been here if you weren't, I hope you know," she said sweetly and calmly.

  I didn't say anything, but I embraced her a little to confirm her words.

  I still remember the dreams I had that night. They were alive and looked like another reality. Jess was naked in my arms. My hands were on her breasts and massaging her. My lips wrap around her big nipples as she complains of pleasure. I embrace her and passionately kiss her as she shrinks sexually under my hands. When I woke up, I realized that I had set up a tent in my boxing shorts.

  It was the first of many dreams about Jess in the coming months.

  See more of Jess

  Over the next six months, I saw Jess continue to live. His confidence and happiness were so clear now. It was like watching a new person being born. In many ways, I felt like I knew her for the first time. The person I knew was hiding and frightened. This person was lively and daring. Jess was really a new and different person to me.

  In just over a year, the physical transformation was also incredible. Her body looked completely feminine and her breast growth was above her best wishes. Our friendship grew stronger every day, as I constantly encouraged and supported them.

  One day, our relationship took a turn that I did not expect.

  One day, when I get home from work, I see Jess wearing a lot of shorts and wearing a weird look on her legs. When she heard me come in, she jumped off the couch and hugged me.

  "You can't watch me wearing this thing. The light can hurt your eyes if you don't wear glasses, Dave, "she warned me as she returned to the couch.

  "Is it one of the laser removal devices?" I asked her.

  "It's safe. It's one of the lasts. I kept it and it came today. I would have a super smooth and hairless body if it was all said and done! Hormones made the body. Hair is less" a problem, but I want all rest to go on forever, ”she told me.

  She continued, "With that in mind, I have to ask you a big favor. It's okay if you say no, because I totally understand it. You don't feel like you will offend me ..."

  "Jess, just ask," I said, interrupting her before continuing.

  "Good. So, the problem is that I can achieve this thing with most of the body. The most. Not everyone. There are some areas I need help with if you are willing to help me. Again, it's okay if you're not. I'm familiar with. I can always get in touch with an expert in these areas, ”she continued.

  Impressive. She seriously asked me to wear this device on her back, and what not? I was on the floor. I did not immediately know how to respond.

  She must have read my silence as my answer.

  "Don't worry, Dave. It is going well. I don't want to make things uncomfortable ... '

  "You didn't do that. I'm fine, I'll do it," I finally answer.

  "Really? I'm serious, it's not a big deal if ..." she starts saying.

  "I'll do it, Jess. I would do almost anything for you, too," I reply before asking, "when do you want to start?"

  "Can we do it this weekend?"

  "Sure," I told her.

  The weekend was far more important than I could imagine. When the weekend was over, I was incredibly nervous. She called me to her room after she was ready. When I came in, she was completely naked on her bed, facing.

  "So the problem in the private areas is to use an ultrasound gel. I have something on the dresser next to the device. Just rub everything on my ass and start shooting like I showed you the other day," she told me. gave.

  I looked at her naked body and couldn't help getting excited. Her breasts protrude slightly along the sides and she has a firm, almost perfect blister. I take the gel and the device and stay in bed.

  "Uh, you have to spread your legs a little," I told her.

  When she did, I could see her as much as I ever saw. Your girl's penis looked slightly and I found myself incredibly dressed. My heart started to run when my own dick hardened when she saw it. It was not a reaction I expected.

  I did my best to act normal - none of this was normal - and started spreading the gel. After a while, the clinical nature of my work calmed me down and I started working. The session ended after about 15 minutes.

  "Everything ready?" She asked.

  "Yes. I think so," I reply.

  Unexpectedly, Jess turned to me and I almost completely exposed myself. I tried not to respond, but the image of his body staring at me was burning in my head. Her breasts were even bigger than the last time she showed it to me. It looked like her genetics were coming into play! Your girl's tail was also there to see. She was actually taller than I thought, but her penis looked just as feminine as the rest of her.

  "So, we'll probably have to do this a few times before it's over, if you agree," she told me, feeling completely comfortable when her body was completely exposed to me.

  "Yes, of course, all you need, Jess," I answered nervously.

  "Oh, I wanted to tell you the other day, but my breasts are officially 36DD! I can't believe it! My doctor said that I am one of the few trans girls who have ever experienced this type of growth. I feel so good. " happy and he thinks massage and progesterone have made a difference, but it's hard to say. Either way ,
they don't look good! I'm so happy! 'says she is happy as she playfully before me billowing.

  The sight of her playing with her big, beautiful breasts is slowly repeated in my head. I kind of recovered from the sudden loss of blood in my brain to formulate a reaction.

  "Yes, they are fantastic. I'm really happy for you," I answered dryly.

  Something on my face must have revealed how uncomfortable I was when she suddenly signaled.

  "Oh Dave, I'm sorry. I feel so comfortable around you and after what you just did to me, I thought it wouldn't be a big deal to see me naked. I didn't mean to see you or anything ", she apologized.

  "Jess, it's okay. I was a little unprepared. Besides, I've never seen you like that. It's okay," I said, waving my hands in the air to refuse the apology.

  "Okay. Don't worry, I won't suddenly walk around the apartment naked all the time," she says as she gets out of bed and goes to the bathroom.

  "Thank God for that," I answered playfully.

  Hell again.

  "Again, Dave. You don't know how much it means to have your help and support. You are my everything, 'she said as she turned on the shower and closed the door.

  I went into the living room and fell on the couch to watch TV. I can't remember what I saw because I could only think of Jess and her incredible body. I could see the whole picture clearly in my head and my dick thought hard. That night I could only see Jess when I closed my eyes. When I fell asleep, she tore my dreams like a tornado.

  dating

  In time, Jess decides it's time to try playing for the first time. She made friends with a group of other women via an online support group, and they all decided to meet in the city one evening. I wanted her to show up and socialize because I missed her when we were in high school.

  I always had excuses for not being. I was really involved in my job or too busy with other commitments. The reality was that most of my life was spent with Jess in the apartment for the last 18 to 24 months. I went out a few times and Jess always encouraged me to do it, but nothing stuck. I always wanted to spend more time with Jess than with any of the girls I took.