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The Transition Pill - Chapter 8 Trouble With an Old Flame
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Chapter 8 - Trouble With an Old Flame


The next day dawns and as I dreamily awaken, I am becoming aware of the sticky mess between my legs and on the bed.  I look over and Ian is gone from the bed.  I lie there thinking about the night before.  I was so lost into myself as Anne that the thought of previously being a man never entered my thoughts.  It was as if I’ve been Anne all my life.  Could I ever possibly lose my sense of my old self and just be Anne for the rest of my days?  If that were to happen, I could be….no, I would be the happiest woman in the world.  But the constant need to take the transition pills on occasion to stay as Anne would serve as a reminder that I can slip back to my old male self.   Sitting up, I see that he’s left a robe for me on the bed.  Getting out of bed, I put on the robe and tie the strap around my waist.  Being Ian’s size, it fits loosely but still shows off my curves.  Walking out to the kitchen, Ian is seated facing away from me, working on his laptop.  I think I’m stealthily sneaking up on him as I lean in to kiss his neck.
“Good morning Anne.”
“How did you hear me?”, and I nuzzle his neck.  I love the smell of his skin.  He’s not wearing cologne.  It’s just him, a man, and I love his manly smell.
“Oh, I hear better than you might think.”
Wrapping my arms around him, I hold him close, my chin resting on his shoulder.  “So what are you doing?”
“Checking in with work.  Part of my duties are to watch you.”
“Is that why you want me to move in?  To watch me?”  I’m not sure I want to hear the answer.
“Partially.  But if we’re a couple, wouldn’t I always want you near.  I want you to move in because I want to be with you.  I’m not sure how I can say it better.”
I think to myself, ‘you could say you love me but it’s too soon for that.  That will take time if love is to blossom.’  “You said it just fine”, and I kiss him on the cheek.  “Hungry?”
“Famished.  I think you drained all the energy out of me last night.”
I turn to look at him and he at me and we both break out in smiles.  For a former(?) bachelor, his refrigerator is stocked well.  I quickly chop up some onions, peppers and mushrooms to make us each an omelette.  I am self-amazed at the quickness with which I handle a knife to dice up the vegetables.  Becoming a female with quick reflex, super-charged sinewy muscles has its advantages in the kitchen.  I serve the omelette and he greedily eats it.
“This is really good!”
“It’s a basic omelette but I’m glad you like it.  I like to think I can cook for us for a long time.”
“I can cook too.  You learn things out in the field and living on your own.”
“I’m glad to hear that.  We’ll open a restaurant some day.”  We laugh over that and I walk over to him.  I hold his head within my hands and kiss him on the mouth.  It’s a long time before I release him.
“We have a party coming up this weekend.”
“Oh, we do.”
“Yeah.  You got a conflict?”
This part of him bugs me a bit.  I feel like he takes me a bit for granted.  “Ok, I don’t but it’s not like you asked if I did.”
“I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean it to come out that way.  Are you available for going with me to a party?”
“Ok mister, you’re getting a little sarcastic there.  Yes, I am available.  I’d love to go to a party with you.  Can you tell me more?”
“Friend of mine, Mitch Walker and his wife, Tracy.  He owns a contracting business in the home trades.  Doing quite well and he’s hosting a party.”
“Sounds great.  How should I dress?”
“Nothing fancy.  Everyone will be in jeans.  He’s got an in-ground pool so people will bring their swimsuits.”
‘Ooooo, swimsuit’, I think to myself.  “Everyone will think I have the handsome-est date there.”
“Oh no.  Everyone is going to wonder how I discovered such a beautiful woman.”  His words just cause me to melt in his arms and sit on his lap.  My robe hangs open allowing him an easy view of my breasts and nipples.   Reaching up with his hand, he caresses my face and we kiss like a pair of newlyweds.
“I have to warn you about Stacey?”
“Stacey? Who is Stacey?”  Shit, here comes the former GF story.
“She’s a former love interest but I emphasize the word ‘former’.  Even though she’s now dating a guy named Brad, she’s keen on rekindling things between her and me.  Please for God’s sake, don’t go Anne crazy on her.”
“I promise I will be a perfect lady for you.”  Ian proceeds to give me the scoop on other attendees and I am excitedly looking forward to this.
In the days ahead, I move my things into Ian’s condo.  I can tell he’s not accustomed to losing control of his bathroom as my skincare and makeup products take over.  Oh, how I make up for it.  One day as I await for Ian’s arrival, I put on a strapless sundress in floral print.  Spritzing some Acqua di Gioia on me, I purposely leave my panty off and wear 5” heels.  He arrives home and I greet him at the door.
“Hi babe” I greet him.
“Hey.  What’s up?”
“This is what’s up!!” and I playfully strut around him in my heels, my ass cheeks twitching through the dress.  Lean against the kitchen table I shake my tits and hop up on it.  Ian’s mouth opens as he watches as I reach within the upper stretchy fabric to pull out a DD breast.  “Oh my God”, he exclaims as I reach within to pull out my other breast so that my breasts hang from my chest as a naked prize for him.  Pulling up the hem of my dress, I expose my naked bush to him and entice him, “I don’t think we’ve done it on the table.”  I know how much he loves the sight of my pubic triangle pointing towards my little love nest.  He struggles to hurriedly unzip his trousers to release his member.  In moments like this, it’s not about me or us, I make it all about pleasing him.  Anticipating this, I am already wet with desire but I don’t care if I get an orgasm.  With his pants dropped to his ankles, Ian stands between my spread legs and penetrates me.  Kissing me and groping my breasts, Ian’s hips buck back and forth as he thrusts within me.  “Oh God, Ian”, I cry, “you act like you never get it” and I laugh joyfully.  Ian gets the joke too but his passion won’t let him stop humping my pussy until he’s reached nirvana.  I don’t orgasm but I don’t care as I feel the pressure of his semen filling me.  Finally, he stops thrusting and his face is flushed from sexual exhilaration.  Now he seems embarrassed that he came and I didn’t. Breathlessly he says, “Oh crap, Anne, I couldn’t help myself.  Did you cum?”  Holding his head between my hands, I passionately kiss him.  “You don’t know the joy I get when I please you.  Times will be when I cum, and you cum and we both cum.  We just need to care for and about each other.”
He’s resisting the call of love but the barriers are breaking down.  He pulls out of me and we watch his seed spill out of me onto the floor.
I simulate a voice calling into a store microphone and I blurt out, “Cleanup in aisle 1” and we both laugh.


The day of the party arrives.  I offer to drive us in my Tesla but male ego prevails.  Ian insists on driving us in his 6th generation Hummer.  The brand has gone through several cycles of vehicle life from popularity to production cancellation to model resurgence.  Ian likes the power associated with it.  It’s too big for my tastes as far as vehicles go but I like being a girl, riding shotgun and being escorted by her guy.
As we drive along, I’m wearing a pair of Ray-Ban aviator sunglasses as I turn to say, “You know, people will think your Hummer is compensating for a small body part.”
Ian breaks out laughing at my joke and I can’t help but laugh too.  “When they meet you, they’ll think I’m a billionaire, too.”
“So I’m a trophy girlfriend?”  If he asked me to become his trophy wife, I wouldn’t hesitate.
“You’re a smart, sexy girlfriend who also happens to be a trophy”, and he gives me a big smile.
Arriving at Mitch’s place, we park in the driveway and I carry an hors d'oeuvres dish along with my shoulder bag that holds a Lascana two-piece polka dot bikini.  I’m wearing designer skinny jeans and a designer blouse with spaghetti straps that has a deep V-cut in the front that allows for my breasts to jiggle easily while showing off my deep cleavage.  Ian seems to be turned on by my exhibitionist nature.  As we walk up, others have already arrived as Mitch and his wife, Tracy, walk up to greet us.
Mitch calls out, “Hey brother, how goes it?  Hi Anne, so nice to meet you.”  ‘Typical guy’, I’m thinking as his eyes glance down at my chest but inside I do like the attention.  It’s one thing if the guy you’re dating says you're beautiful but when you get attention from multiple men?...that truly speaks to beauty.  Tracy welcomes me with open arms and we peck each other on the cheek, being careful not to mess each other’s makeup.  She and I turn to walk to the house together.  “Anne, it’s so nice to finally meet you. Ian has said such wonderful things about you.”  I turn to look back at Ian with a big smile and Ian is beaming with pride and happiness that I am being readily accepted.


Mitch says to Ian, “Good Lord, where did you find her?  She’s stunning.”
Ian replies, “Oh, I met her at the food court at the mall.”
“Really?!  Well, damn good thing for you that you were hungry that day.”
“I was looking for a sweet roll and I got a sweet babe to go with the roll.”
“Man, she is beautiful.  So what’s she like?”
“Mitch, she’s sweet, she’s funny and she’s smart.  I think she’s got all the qualities a guy could ask for.”
“Hmmm, sounds like you found the one.  She’s beautiful and you better not lose this one.”
“I got my eyes on this one, Mitch.  We’ll see how it goes.”


Tracy looks at my dish.  “Ooo, what did you bring us?”
“Bavarian meatballs.  It’s a real simple recipe with cranberries and sauerkraut.”
Tracy samples one, “mmmm, that is delicious.  You have to share your recipe with me.”
“I’d be happy to.”  Being the gracious hostess Tracy escorts me around, introducing me to the women in attendance.  I’m having a lot of fun engaging in small talk with the other women.  Eventually, Tracy and I are with several ladies.
“Girls”, Tracy leads, “this is Anne, Ian’s new girlfriend.”  Tracy takes me through the women, “Anne, this is Sue...this is Kristin...this is Jackie...this is Christine” and with each one we hug with smiles until, “..and this is Stacey.”
“Hi Stacey.  It’s so nice to meet you.”  I reach out to hug Stacey but I am greeted with a cold reception and no hug, no kiss on the cheek.  I pull back from Stacey feeling somewhat embarrassed.
“So you’re Ian’s new squeeze.”  The other girls shrink back from challenging Stacey.
“I’m Ian’s girlfriend if that’s what you mean.”
“Well, I’ve seen him do better.  Welcome to the club here….Anne”, she says in a derisive voice.  My mouth is slightly agape at this woman’s contemptuous attitude towards me.  She is truly a venomous person and I am interested to find out why she is invited here.
Ian sees what is going on and calls me over to meet a couple of his friends.  As I stand there, my acute hearing listens in to Stacey’s conversation with the other girls.  Not only has the Transition Pill enhanced my muscular abilities, but it’s enhanced my hearing as well.
Jackie: “Stacey, why are you being like that.  I think Anne seems really nice.”
Stacey: “Oh come on.  Look at her.  She’s obviously just some big tit bimbo he’s fucking.”
Sue: “I think Jackie is right.  She seems nice.  Why don’t you give her a chance?”
Stacey: “You girls have her all wrong.  There’s something off about her.”
Kristin: “I don’t know.  She seems ok to me.  I have to admit, she is gorgeous.”
Stacey: “I’ll bet those tits are fake.  She’s a bimbo, for sure.”
Christine: “Stacey, stop it.  She seems pretty smart when I was talking to her.”
Stacey: “Oh God, pleeeeez, she’s got you bamboozled.  My dog is smarter.”
Tracy: “Stacey, come on.  She’s my guest here.  Play nice and be nice.  You have got to get over the fact that you and Ian split.  As I recall, that was a mutual split too.”
Stacey: “That was all Ian.  He wanted his space and I gave it to him.  Ian didn’t know what was good for him.”
Kristin: “I don’t know girl.  Seems to me, Ian knows what’s good for him now.”
Stacey: “Ian just knows what feels good with her.  All she is to him is tits and pussy.”  That one really hurts me.  I hope Ian doesn’t feel that way but I sure know how this girl feels about me.


Later, everybody decides to go for a swim in the pool.  The girls go into a bedroom to change.  As I remove my clothes, Jackie exclaims, “Jesus, Anne, you are really chiseled.  You really look hawt girl, the way you rock that bod.  How do you do it?”  Jackie notices my makeup doesn’t hide the bright red I blush at her comment.
“Why Jackie, thank you.  You are all so pretty, too, so I’m not that special.”  Jackie thinks to herself ‘oh yes you are’.   I continue, “You know, for me, I try to eat right and exercise.  I think I got lucky with the DNA too.  If you girls would like to get together to do some yoga and exercise, I would love to lead you through stuff that I do at the local gym by me.  I could teach you some self-defense moves too.”  I cup my naked breasts and bounce them, then I run my hands over my waist and hips.  “Look at me and then you look at Stacey.  She’s clearly not eating right.  She’s turning into a regular muffin top.”  I couldn’t help myself as I had to get out that remark to go after Stacey for the mean things she said about me.
Stacey is on the other side of the room and mutters “Fuck you, bitch.”
The other girls are getting uncomfortable and I back off.  Jackie breaks the chill, “Anne, I would love to do that, wouldn’t we girls?  So much fun.  Anne, call me and let’s set it up.”  Having finished dressing in our swimsuits, we all exit the room and I clearly have all the guys’ attention as I come strutting in a black two-piece bikini with white polka dots accented with white stripes on the edges.  My breasts are bulging out and the girls eye me with a bit of jealousy.  Ian is smiling ear-to-ear like he’s the king of the pride.  Ian thinks to himself, ‘Damn, all she needs right now are a pair of high heels’.   The afternoon is filled with food, drink, and fun in the pool.  The girls get on the guys’ shoulders, I’m on Ian’s, and we have fun as all the girls wrestle to knock each other into the water.  I could get real aggressive with my athleticism but I don’t want everything to appear one-sided so Ian and I have a turn at ‘losing’ too.  We fall into the water and as I rise up, my hands push my wet auburn hair back, water cascading over my breasts and body like I came out of a movie.  I note how the guys’ heads turn at the sight.  As the afternoon moves along, some couples sit by the pool to chat, while 5 people go to a volleyball net to play.  Stacey and her beau, Brad, are on one side.  The other side is short a player and they call out for anyone to join.  This is my fucking chance.
“Can I join your side?”
“Sure, Anne, get over here.”
Everyone, except Stacey, is having fun volleying the ball back and forth.  Stacey uses any missed opportunity that is even remotely close to me, to ridicule me and my play.  “Looks like that team has a statue back there.” “Maybe if she was a bit smaller up top, she could reach the ball.”  “Dive for the ball, you got two cushions to protect you.”  I laugh it off as I wait for my opportunity.  Ian is watching from the poolside and, in his mind, can predict what is about to happen.  He mutters “oh shit” to himself as the ball is set by one of the guys on my side.   My eyes narrow, pupils dilate, muscles tense and fire into action.  Revenge is set.   It’s the perfect set, as I leap up higher than any of the other guys is capable of doing and give the ball a tremendous spike.  The ball shoots like a rocket from the strike of my hand and into the face of Stacey.  Purposely, I have sent the ball crashing into her nose, although I did not anticipate this resulting in her nasal bone to fracture while tearing her septum and nasal cartilage.  Stacey is sent crumpling to the ground, blood pouring out of her nose, wailing in shock and pain.  Everyone rushes up to check on her, clearly her nose is broken and pushed over to one side.  I’m half-smiling as I look at the injury that I inflicted upon her and then I look over at Ian.  Ian is definitely not smiling at me.  I rush to the other side of the net and feign concern, “oh Stacey.  I’m so sorry.  Omigosh, look at your nose.”  I put my hands to my mouth to put on a show but inside I’m thinking, ‘serves you right, bitch’.
At that point, Stacey’s boyfriend, who’s probably had too much to drink, comes up to me.  “You did that on purpose, you stupid bitch.  What the fuck!!”  Brad is out of control and he strikes me in the chest with a fist, knocking me to the ground.  I’m in pain and as I look up I see a blur of action.  Ian steps in front of me and throws a punch into Brad’s face.  Brad is about two inches taller than Ian but he’s no match.  He takes a wild swing at Ian but Ian easily steps out of the swing.  Moving forward, Ian’s right arm extends forward, his clenched fist crashing into Brad’s jaw, sending Brad sprawling on the ground.  I begin crying, not because Brad hit me but because I am emotionally swept by Ian rushing in to defend me.
Ian screams at Brad, “You fucking dirtbag.  Don’t you ever hit a woman when I’m around.  Worst of all, don’t you fucking ever touch my Anne again.  I will tear your fucking limbs out.”  Brad lies on the ground rubbing his jaw and is definitely done with any further action.
Mitch steps in, “Brad, you better go with Stacey...NOW.  She needs medical attention.”
Someone runs into the house to get their stuff and as they walk to the car, Stacey is holding a bloody towel to her face, crying uncontrollably.  “Anne, you fucking whore”, she screams at me.  Soon enough they are gone.
Ian leans over me.  “Are you alright?”
“Yes, but my chest hurts where he hit me”, and I wrap my arms around him and sob.  I clearly have won the diplomacy game with the gang.  Ian helps me up and Mitch gets a bag with ice to hold to my chest where Brad struck me.  The mood of the party has shifted to a somber one and I definitely contributed to it.
“Hey everyone”, I call out loudly.  “I’m really sorry I ruined your party.  I didn’t mean to cause trouble.  I’m really sorry and I’ll go now so your party can continue.”
Then Jackie speaks up, “if Anne goes, then Jim and I are going too.  Stacey was just a total bitch to Anne.  Anne, I don’t want you to go.”  She walks up to me and gives me a hug like women do when they’re in full support mode of each other.
Kristin chimes in, “yeah, us too.  I like Anne.”  It becomes a group hug for the three of us.
Then it’s Sue’s turn, “I think Anne is pretty cool.  My turn”, and she joins in the hug session.
Christine joins our group hug, “Anne, I thought that was so awesome the way you spiked that ball in her face.  Serves her right.”
With all of them surrounding me with hugs, I start crying and all the girls lock arms and start swaying and chanting, “Anne, Anne, Anne….”.   I’m crying tears of happiness over the new friends I’ve made.  Ian stands there with his buddies.  “Chicks are so crazy emotional”, he says and the others nod in confirmation.  Tracey shouts out, “Party’s on!!!” and once again the music plays.  Still in my suit, I walk up to Ian, turn to bend over and shake my ass at him.  He gives me an approving slap on my butt.
On the ride home, Ian asks, “I thought you were going to be the perfect lady?”
“Oh Ian, she was truly nasty to me.”
“I know she was and this was partly my fault.  I should have intervened more when she was in attack mode on you.  I was hoping she would back off after getting in a couple digs at you.  I was wrong and I’m sorry.”
“It still turned out to be a fun party.  I made some new friends.  I have everybody’s number on my phone.”
“Yes, it was a fun party.  Everybody likes you too.  But I’d be careful the way you showed off your physical prowess.  The way you jumped to spike that ball?  Better if you avoid that stuff.”
“You’re right and I’m sorry.  I’ll do better.”
“I know you will.  You know, I’m surprised that Brad got that punch on you.  How did he manage to do that?”
“I let him.”
“You let him? Why?”
“Because I wanted you to come rescue me.”
“Shit.  I’ll be damned” and he breaks out in a smile, knowing that this girl scammed him for his attention.  But he’s not sorry one bit.
Back at home, I wash dirty dishes from the party while Ian checks on some work activities.  Turning on the television, we settle down and watch a show and I lean against him with my head on his shoulder.  He likes the attention I show him.  “You know what I like about you?”, he says.
“My tits?”
“No!  I mean yes but not that.”  I giggle at him.
“My pussy?”
“Mmmm.  Same response to your ‘tits’ answer.”
“Ok, what then?”
“I like how you like to do stuff with me but you are independent to go do things on your own without me.  You give me space but you are there for me.  We make a great couple but we make great individuals too.”  I sit up and give him a big kiss on the cheek, then go back to leaning against him.
“That’s a pretty good explanation.  I discovered early on that we made a great couple.  But I’m happy you discovered this on your own without me telling you so.  Why should I stifle you?  You got your friends that you want to hang with, without me.  I love being with you but now I have some new GF’s to hang with on my own, thanks to you.”   Was my answer a “Steve” answer?  Or am I being a wonderful, understanding girlfriend to him?  I’m not sure.


Days pass and my next period is coming up.  I have an app on my phone to track my menstrual cycle.  I feel the cramping and bloating starting to come on.  I’m prepared this time as I am wearing a pad in my panty when the spotting begins.  30 days.  Now, it’s a matter of seeing how consistent my cycle is from month to month.  Ian approaches me to kiss me.  I kiss back but I’m not in a kissing mode and he knows “the friend” is visiting.  It’s one of those things that a couple begins to notice when they “become a couple”.  So he knows to just let things slide.  He let’s me know if I’m getting too bitchy by asking me if I could use some bodyscan meditation.  Sometimes I take him up on his offer and it helps.
“Ian, when I was experiencing my first period and you helped me with meditation, I came up with a description for you.”
“Really?  What?”
“The Bitch Whisperer.”
“Hmmm, Anne, I don’t want to think of you as that, a bitch.  I’m not sure I’m flattered.  I feel good when I can help you feel better.”
“Aww, Ian”, I kiss him on the lips. “I lo....” and I stop myself from finishing what I was about to say.  “I’m sorry.  We talked about me forcing things” and there is an uncomfortable silence.  “I know.  I’ll just call you The Whisperer”.  Now I’m worried that I am overdoing things and could cause him to ‘push back’.


It’s been several weeks since that morning in the motel when I last saw Dave Wilson.  Needing some info regarding the pills he’s made, I attempt to reach him by text.
“Dave, it’s Anne.  You there?”  No response and I am forced to wait.
“Dave, it’s Anne.  Are you there?”
“Yes.”  I won’t be comfortable until we do our silly-but-not-really-silly verification.
“Did the cow give birth?” I send to him.
“Yes. Twins.  Purple, red and orange.”   Oh good, he’s alright.
“How are you?”
“I’m going back to TSE.”
“You are?”
“Apparently, you have something to do with that.”
“I told them if any harm came to you, the deal’s off.”
“Deal?”
“I took a 6 month pill.  I’m back in my Anne body and I let them put data probes in me.”
“How are you?”
“Great. I’m so happy.  I’m experiencing my second period of my menstrual cycle.”
“Glad you’re great.  Given the length of time, that’s to be expected.  Your body is releasing eggs as expected.  So you’re happy to have a period?”
Dave totally misconstrued my ‘happy’ comment.  In a way, I am happy that I experience periods as a real woman would.  I reply, “No. Happy to be a woman.  When do you start again at TSE?”
“Couple days.”
“Why did you go back?”
“Where can I hide?  I need money.  With Summers dead, they need me more than ever for the program.  I’m still uneasy about Sullivan.  Especially since he beat me.”
“Yeah me too.  I have Ian watching me.”
“I’m uneasy about him too.”
“I’m living with him.”
“Why?”
“I got divorced and selling the place.  Ian wanted me to move in with him.”
“Can you trust him?”
“I love him.”  This is followed by a long pause.
“Hello? You there Dave?”
Eventually he replies, “Ok but can you trust him?”
“We talked about everything.  His assignment with the NSDA is to guard and protect me.  They want the next data probes real bad.  I’m getting paid to do this and I said you must not be harmed.  Sounds like a win for us.”
“I’m grateful to you.  You had questions?”
“The 10-year pills.  You want me to take them in the order they are numbered?  1, 2, 3??”
“Yes”
“Am I aging with each pill?”
“Yes. 1 is 25 -34, 2 is 35-44, 3 is 45-54 and so on.   You could take them out of order but I’m not sure why you would do that.  I gave you 5-year pills too in case of something that results in your changing within the 10 year sequence…..”
And so the texting continued as he clarified what the short term pills would do.
“When do I die?”
“When disease strikes, a fatal accident, traumatic injury…”
“Old age?”
“I suppose you will die of old age once you get to the more advanced age pills, unless you take the younger pills before you get too old.  But it is a limited supply of pills.”
“And then what?  When I’m 54 year old Anne and I don’t take a pill, do I return to being 62 yo Steve or do I return to becoming 91 year old Steve, considering the years that have gone by?”
“We are not sure of the answer to that.  Best that you take the next pill, before you have a chance to transition back.”
“Good to know.  Can I see you again?  As friends or if I have other questions?”
“I have to believe we’ll run into each other at TSE.  Perhaps best to avoid purposely seeking me out unless you absolutely need something.  Always as friends, for sure.  Continue with our little security question just to be sure of security for the two of us.”
“I can’t thank you enough for what you have done for me.  I’m so happy with how you helped to create a new life for me.  I’ll eternally be grateful to you.”
“YW.  Gotta go.  Bye 4 now.”
So ended our texting but Dave Wilson forgot to mention one important fact, that he was forced to omit the anti-pregnancy enzyme in the Transition Pill when creating them.


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