Shifting the Sci-fi Guy

[5]

I must’ve heard that wrong. No way did my best friend just asked me to marry her. Connor obviously hadn’t said marriage. But how many words sound like marriage? Carriage, package, bandage. Maybe she got cut on part of my cleavage and needed me to get her a bandage? Totally made sense for like two seconds inside my brain before I thought about it.

Ravage. Clearly what she meant was that was fun, but now she wanted to know if we really wanted to ravage each other and get wild and kinky. That was all the words I could think of.

So, I simply asked her, “…What?”

“Would you like to get married? Tie the knot. Nuptials. Say I do and we do. Would you like to be my wife and I can be your wife?”

Oh, I heard her correctly. I awaited a rising grin and a chuckle followed by the explanation that she was just joking. That didn’t come. She had a warm and content expression, but it was an earnest one. Connor wasn’t really the sort to play an insincere joke on someone and this moment definitely felt like it wasn’t one for him to start… for her to start. So, she was seriously, genuinely asking me about the prospect of marriage… Between the two of us. Together. Seriously, together.

I didn’t have any words to respond to her question. I was flummoxed, flabbergasted, and a bunch of F words like those. We just got intimate. and it was really nice and I liked it. But I couldn’t imagine this as the next step.

“Married…?” Was all I was able to put together out of the absolute scramble of my thoughts. Connor wanted to marry me?

She leaned close but also gave me a little bit of space before saying, “Yeah. How long have we known each other?”

Practically forever, since we were kids. Our parents were good friends, but it was a small neighborhood. Mom would always say we were thick as thieves and once vocally wished I could find a girl like Connor in my life. She vetted quite a few and occasionally tried to make something happen but regularly recognized that the girls in my school just didn’t seem interested in either of us. At one point, she tiptoed around the possibility of us together, not wanting to say anything in that direction but almost resigning herself to this particular possibility. Heading down south with a scholarship seemed like the best possibility to cast a wider net than our small corner flanked by redwoods.

I liked Connor. And what we just finished was amazing. But we just talked about basically busting our cherries and having a booty call or whatever. The promise wasn’t supposed to be anything romantic or serious. It was a genuine, brotherly silly promise that we would clear up all that physical frustration. Just chill and enjoy one another without all the Drama.

I expressed all this in way too many words and probably with less clarity than what was whizzing through my mind with tangled comprehension. When I slowed down, Connor gently brushed my hair out of my eyes. There was so much of it, and she had even more. Her careful touch was relaxing and therapeutic as much as it had been exciting and energizing minutes before. My nipples got even more turned on and I sheepishly covered myself with part of the blanket. She cozied up closer.

“We’ve known each other forever. And I’ve loved you as long. Like a brother, like a dear friend, and occasionally with the curiosity of more. I knew you didn’t see me romantically and, honestly, I didn’t see you romantically either. But this kinship and closeness we can share now were always sort of there as an imagining. I always wanted to know someone and share a life in that romantic version of how we were so comfortable with one another. The promise was the closest I could ever get to expressing it without feeling complete mortification. These were always my true feelings, but I feared that if I pushed it somewhere weird then you would turn away from me. Bro, I just wanna spend the rest of my life with you.”

Those words felt like a weird sort of electricity flowing through me as though Connor stuck one finger into an electrical socket and completed a connection between us. It wasn’t painful, but it was like a wild sensory infusion. Like I wanted to scream, cry, giggle, and wildly roll around with her again. Like twitterpated, even though it had been quite some time since I watched Bambi. Scared, swooning, and inebriated without a drop of drink?

So much had suddenly changed in our lives, and it felt like Connor was pushing for even more. At the same time, it sounded nice. Marry my best friend. Have every day be like this. Have a life where we’re just there for one another. Write it on stone, etch it in the heavens, put it in the Book of Life, and the Book of Love, and promise eternity.

It felt both so deliriously complicated and starkly simple. Sure, we can get married. Wasn’t there a courthouse somewhere nearby? What did you have to pay? Wouldn’t there have to be witnesses? I knew that Connor tended to fly into inspirations at full speed. Whereas I leaned on the brakes a little too hard.

I responded, “Wow. I mean. I love you. I think I love you. We were… we ARE bros. I just am still processing the physical changes, and the way our lives have shifted. Yes, it’s like we talked about and everything. But I’m still getting my bearings. My body is all in a tizzy. And I loved what we just did. But I’m still figuring it all out and you know that takes a long time for me.”

Connor sighed softly. “Yeah. I know you, man. And I understand. I’m still figuring it all out too. But I wanted you to know that I want to marry you. You have my words with my promise from long ago and my promise now that, with all my heart, I will take care of you, I will be with you, and I will love you with everything I have. Now, I don’t have a secret fortune or anything, but you definitely know that. No excursions to the Palisades or even out to Catalina. A honeymoon would be a fun movie and some homemade pasta. And then we’d have to get back to our homework.”

Seeing Connor with a shade of melancholy hurt, but I couldn’t just say something I didn’t believe to make him feel better. Maybe I wanted to get married too and I just hadn’t assembled the pieces in my mind to understand my own feelings. But I needed at least a little bit of time to get to that point. For me, unfortunately, how much time that represented could be quite lengthy indeed.

We held each other close, and I told Connor as much of this spin cycle of thoughts inside me as I could. I was touched by her question and absolutely flattered beyond comprehension. I wanted to be together with her, but I didn’t know what that meant yet. I didn’t know what I meant as Trisha. I didn’t know what the world outside the front door currently held beyond what Kuni brought home to report. I needed to breathe, but I also desperately wanted to share the same air as her.

She smiled warmly with that analogy and kissed me on the forehead. We did a few fun things after that for a while before we heard rattling at the door again. Moving quickly, we struggled to put some clothes back on to see what was up. Once again, deciding to keep the bra attached assisted in me getting dressed while Riona had to wrestle her girls. We likely looked highly suspicious and desperately disheveled when we rushed toward the door, arriving just in time to see someone step through. Someone tall…

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A girl with long, dark hair and a shiny black velvety top crouched slightly even though she wasn’t quite tall enough to need to crouch through the doorway, thank goodness. She had to be around 6 feet though and so much of it was her legs. They kept going and going and going, rising from little black flats on her feet with a curve at the front to what felt like the longest jean pants in history. At least on a woman. She bloomed before us but still looked shy and demure. She waved and folded her hands in front of her.

“Hi… A lot of crazy stuff has happened. I’m Simon. Are you two…who I think you are? Zach and Connor? Guessing by hair color. Did Kuni make it back?”

Simon… Simon? Well, this was interesting. I didn’t expect that anyone would actually get bigger and taller being turned into a girl but Simon definitely flew in the face of that assumption. Granted, she wasn’t really bigger… in the ways we’d been the most affected. Not to say that she was in any way small. There was still plenty. And she had almost an Amazon seductress figure going on. Quite a change from the man with a roaring beard and a playful laugh.

It didn’t take long for Kuni to join us and offer up about what I expected his first response to be.

“…Oh, COME ON! This is not fair. I should’ve at least wound up with a B cup. I can’t believe I said that. But if I’m stuck with this… Why couldn’t fate or the heavens give me a little bit more to work with? Simon… I am so jealous. You are a hottie. And you need to check out our room.”

I was glad to see that Mari had pulled herself together. She gave me a quick look to acknowledge that we shared a cry, but that was it. We left our roommates to survey their new situation. I could already hear Simon reacting to all the brand-new anime stuff.

“Wanna go for a walk?” Connor offered as a new proposal. This idea didn’t require as much reflection. We had a sweaty, suggestive odor just beneath our clothes, but a little deodorant and some water masked it enough for a simple walk. The cafeteria was likely open for dinner by now, assuming that wasn’t canceled. Kuni’s mention of a professor changing made me wonder if the Sodexo workers would also experience the same. Not that I wanted anything like that to happen to them but, one way or the other, it would help us understand the scope and maybe a few of the rules as to what was going on.

For going out, I discovered that my student ID and a couple other things that I usually kept in a wallet in my pocket had somehow migrated to a little, brown satchel purse that slipped comfortably around my shoulder. More mysterious shifts but it seemed fairly convenient. Connor had a much bigger black purse which she smiled at and gave me a few eyebrow wiggles. I grabbed a reddish cotton jacket similar in style but still slightly contrasting to Connor‘s blue hoodie.

The area of hallway immediately in front of the door wasn’t deluged in screaming chaos, and I couldn’t tell if that was a positive or negative sign. Instead of the stairs, we took the closer, available elevator down to the first floor. Only two little boob jolts from it suddenly descending and then coming to a sharp rest. Connor smiled with these moments.

The common area contained some girls rushing about but nothing of the hinted at the chaos I heard when Connor changed. The billiards area had been fundamentally altered with an ensemble of different board games and forms of entertainment. Seemed like the college had poured more money into a girls' dorm than for a coed one. Assuming everyone was a girl, but that was what Kuni relayed. Connor drifted towards the residence hall assistance office and I followed behind. Asking around, we gathered some details about the school’s management of this bizarre situation.

It seemed no one knew what to do about all this, but the RAs gathered together and were going to be holding a highly recommended meeting to get everyone in the dorm on the same page and communicate updates, concerns, and hopes. Flyers and posters were apparently being printed up for this emergency meeting but no one exactly knew when it would happen. Probably a few hours. It was also being considered to push out an emergency text to all students. That was as much as they knew.

We went out the side door closest to the soon-to-be-retired football stadium. Evening was teasing the air with scattered clouds and a faint mugginess. Looking to the right, I thought I saw the girl Taylor had become walking with a pair of blonde girls. They were already too far away to bother with a yell. Even if they did hear me, I’d probably blow out my girly voice. Connor didn’t notice them, so I didn’t point them out. We walked clockwise around the side street, heading towards the quartet of dorms on the front side approaching the main road, travel center, and new construction for the University. At least, that was how I knew it before all this craziness befell the day.

Walking wasn’t too bad even though there was lingering stuff around my nether regions that I wanted to resolve with a shower. My bra was definitely working overtime and harder than a sport suspension on a car as we rounded the wild, grassy side leading to Wentworth Cathedral. Cressman was a religious university even though the vast majority of students weren’t. The only real obligation they asked for was one religious history class as a prereq and an introductory meeting and good fortune prayer in the cathedral at the start of every school year.

From the outside, the structure and iconography of the church looked basically the same. The Wentworth name wasn’t posted on the sign, but I couldn’t remember if that was a difference. When we finally made it back on the pavement, Connor did a little stagger step. I leaned and reached out, hoping she didn’t stumble. She seemed to handle the process of walking like a girl so far. A lot more hip rowing and wiggling through the air with some butt action. It was enough to get me gently discombobulated but the fundamental act of walking just felt like a slight contortion and not an imposition.

As I checked to make sure she was all right, I soon realize she hadn’t stumbled at all. Rather, she was down on one knee in front of me with a hand gently holding my hand. My heart raced a little and my head swooned in a way that probably looked so desperately cliché with my body. A girl getting proposed to. Was she trying again? Did I have a different answer for her? I waited and listened but also felt like a wildly rattling machine about to fall apart.

“Miss Patrisha Trisha Zach Monroe… would you kindly…whoops, not brainwashing. I mean would you, dear Lady Trisha… Little Miss Trisha and Big Bouncy Booby Lady Trisha… do me the esteemed honor of joining me… Miss Riona Connor Campbell, Lady Riona and Big Bouncy Booby Madame Riona…on a fancy, luxurious date… with benefits at the most honorable eatery for burgers and fries beside the cafeteria this evening?”

The trembles and shakes softly fell away as I took a quick breath and giggled slightly. “ I do. Gladly, joyously, I do. I will join you in this most blissful endeavor. Lead the way, dear Madame of bouncy big boobies.”

And so she did.