Mystery Lake
[7] Not Alone
Duncan and Alyssa both remained beneath water for almost a minute, just as Layla had, before breaking the surface together. Roxanne‘s eyes widened immediately. Now she was really irked about getting splashed and whether that short-changed her form. Duncan looked absolutely gorgeous!
He himself had invoked goddesses, and what Roxanne could see of her new body definitely looked like a goddess from myth. She had prominent “flotation devices“ to help her out of the water. They jiggled and bounced as she pushed herself above the surface and looked around for Alyssa, who had already made it over to the edge of the pier and offered his hand.
Duncan took it, twisting, looking down, and flailing in embarrassment and uncertainty. Getting to her feet with Alyssa holding her up, the brand-new Duncan was revealed.
Her hair didn’t get that much longer, but it was slick against her face and darkly plastered to her neck and shoulders. Her eyes seemed even more beautiful. She had an ivory-soft complexion, not too different from Duncan’s stay-indoors pallor, but refined and delicate. Her hips had widened considerably, and a thick, rounded style of “badonkadonk” (the technical term Roxanne chose) followed her out as she swiveled to check the lake.
As far as her immense chest was concerned, she had Chiara easily beaten. The side-boob spilling over to the front and overwhelming so much of her chest left the startled, timid new girl unsure of where to rest her arms and especially unsure about what she looked like beyond the vast Grand Tetons.
"Hi..." was the first thing she said with a dainty hand raised and searching for a place to land across her soft, fair flesh. Roxanne found it pleasing that Duncan was actually slightly shorter than her, though the arch of her hair on her tanned head made the difference seem larger than it was. Her voice sounded high and girlish without even trying.
Alyssa looked like he had been modeled after Layla‘s slighter but still manly form. He loomed large over them all with a broad, fuzz-dappled face. His neck seemed like it had done plenty of lifting of its own. His chest was broad, rigid, and ripped, with plenty of packs to spare. He should be posing on the beach to get a little color. There wasn’t quite a kielbasa on display, but it wasn’t lacking either.
It only took Duncan a moment to look over and see exactly how former girl Alyssa had filled out. Her hand wandered a few places around her leg before she simply offered up, “Oh…“ Roxanne mused that the girl could easily give the guy a full tit job and then some. Alyssa seemed rather at a loss for what to do with her masculine form. He didn’t seem upset or disappointed, and his eyes easily took in Duncan’s form.
What surprised Roxanne, as she turned to make sure that Jake grabbed some blankets for them, was the speed with which Duncan reached out for that fresh sausage meat. The girl squeaked when her hand touched it, but she didn’t retreat from gripping it tightly.
“Oh God!” Alyssa gasped as her manhood rose into the air from Duncan‘s ministrations. Plaintively, Alyssa stammered for words and managed, "It's... it’s okay... you don't..."
Duncan just took that as a sign to go harder and faster. To Roxanne’s surprise, Duncan eagerly squatted down and set her mouth to work. In the back of her mind, she recalled something Barry and Duncan said and wondered if the ravenous new girl was trying to speedrun this. Her sexual ferocity didn’t stop there. As soon as she had a clear line of her saliva across that newly emerged flesh, she rose up and did exactly what Roxanne pondered, popping that sausage between her big pillows. And she didn’t stop there, as she stretched up on her tiptoes, grabbed the powerful length, and guided it against her soft thighs. At most, it just squeezed lengthwise against the edge of her without penetration, but Roxanne wondered if that next step wasn’t far off.
She further wondered if there might be a downside to full exposure, since busty Duncan had gone from shyly stepping out as a girl to practically losing her virginity in such a short time. Mercifully, the frantic energy slowed, and Duncan returned to squeezing the new toy with her hands before it finally erupted.
Alyssa sweated in exhausted shock as Duncan brought her decorated hand to her mouth. Unlike when Alyssa had done it, the new girl hesitated but took a clear breath before finishing the job. Alyssa managed an exhausted comment of "Jesus..." Roxanne knew for a fact that Duncan, despite his soft-spoken nature, could damn well keep a promise.
Roxanne raised an eyebrow as Duncan went back to check her hand for any remaining traces. Did that stuff really taste that good? Joel wasn't the sort to mess around with his own. Jake appeared with a large towel for Alyssa and a smaller one for Duncan. Roxanne noticed that Duncan's expressive eyes were still fixed on Alyssa‘s manhood as it drooped and settled from all that excitement. Down, girl! Don’t break the damn thing in half before he gets a feel for it. Roxanne kept this thought to herself but encouraged the two of them to head back onto dry land.
Duncan wrapped herself up in the towel, with the upper folds barely stretching to cloak her jutting bust. Below, it made for little more than a mini skirt, the space between her legs provocatively hinted at and her big butt fluttering up the back. Softly, Duncan admitted, as she tested the fit of the towel and brushed her hands through her still-wet hair, “I wanted this. So badly. Not quite this much, my goodness. But this feels good.” Her confident gaze faded into shy reserve.
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Roxanne thought she had it figured out. The lake doesn’t really grant your wish. Barry, gullible and shy, given an outgoingly gorgeous body, needed to beware of tricks and charm. Herself, muscular and tough, placed as a skinny girl with a slight presence. Jess, an understated and thoughtful lady, bolstered with muscles and toughness she might not know how to use. Layla....Well, the theory kind of fell apart there. She seemed like she would be happy with anything. But Duncan apparently wanted to be a girl, a slight one, from what she expressed, and instead was given a form very much out there. And it remained to be seen with Alyssa.
Despite Duncan’s qualification, she didn’t seem disappointed. Every few steps, she bounced her knee to give her breasts a noticeable jiggle against the towel as her posterior followed suit. Roxanne stepped away to let Jake, Brock, and Barry deal with clothes. She tended to the fire instead. It didn't take long before Duncan had a skirt of her own to flaunt and flutter with a silver top. She twirled in place as Roxanne flashed a quick smile.
Casually, Roxanne inquired, “Trans?”
Duncan adjusted her top and swayed her immense hips. ”I don't know. Never been to a therapist and never been this brave. Daydreams. Fantasies. And quiet sadness. But I wanted this so much. Even if every minute after this is a disappointment. Even if I get clobbered with lady troubles and back problems. And ripped pants. Still worth it to my soul. Which makes me freak out to admit. But it’s good to say and not couch it in any sort of excuse."
Actually, that sounded couched in a whole lot of little excuses to Roxanne, but she wasn't going to start something about it. She smiled and nodded.
Duncan cleared her throat and asked, "Are you okay? I assume it’s not the same for you, but maybe I shouldn’t assume.” She raised her eyebrows.
Roxanne took a long breath through her nose. “Yes. Miss Rogers. I’m all right, and I’ll be okay. Just still trying to figure out how a man’s man like me didn’t become a woman’s woman.” She saw that Duncan was warmly delighted with the “miss” take. Thoughtfully, Duncan squeezed her hands through her sleeves and proposed, “You are always deeply admirable. But then you’ve always been cool. None of that has changed. I’m glad you came, but I’m sorry about how things went. If that makes any sense. Also, what do you think of the name… Miranda? Personal fave. But just trying it out.”
Roxanne nodded to Miranda, concluding that the name was “lovely”. Alyssa returned and lingered around for a while, wearing a tight blue shirt and jeans she just managed to squeeze into. Despite how intimate they had been, the two of them now felt like nervous strangers. In between searching for words, Miranda clapped her hands and hustled over to the car. She returned with one of the empty two-gallon water jugs.
“I know we sort of resolved a little bit about how the water works, incidentally. But I want to get a good sample and perhaps put it under a microscope, and then I also know some people who might be interested but couldn’t make it. Can you help me?” Roxanne followed her over to the pier and, despite her diminished muscles, worked together to fill the jug almost to the brim. Marveling, Miranda remarked, “The water here is so pristine, I can’t tell looking at it that it came from a lake like this rather than a specially purified source. Fascinating!”
With her arms crossed, Roxanne listened patiently as Miranda wiggled, jiggled, and geeked out over all the little discoveries of the lake. After tucking the big bottle in the back, she pulled some water-testing supplies out of her bag and dipped samples onto the papers. In retrospect, Roxanne thought it would have been better to do this sort of testing before. Miranda concurred and noted her results on a pad. Alyssa lingered, and Roxanne casually asked him, “You all right?”
Alyssa seemed unsure about the question but didn’t bristle the same way she used to as a woman. “Yeah. I feel fine. Maybe I was expecting something more, but this is a good start. A fresh start on a better life. From here, it's gonna take inventing a new identity and a bunch of stuff from shady people, but it’ll be all right.” Alyssa had a name picked out as well, but with the added detail of a new surname for a clean break from her past. Ross Hanover to replace Alyssa Eckhart.
The morning started to shift as the fresh, brand-new sheen of the moment gave way to calm and curiosity for what next. In between analyzing the water, Roxanne managed to ask Miranda about how a certain thing tasted. Timidly, Miranda whispered, “Tangy but sweet, and a little like chili but diluted. Quite an aftertaste, and I don’t know…but I wanted Ross to feel sexy about it. I’m probably weird…I’m definitely weird. But that’s how it was for me. I'd do it again in a heartbeat.” Her face blushed brightly.
Without warning, the relative quiet was broken by a flurry of birds blackening the edge of the sky and swooping around. Moments later, they all heard a loud engine roar down the dirt road as a black van pulled into the clearing. Everyone stopped what they were doing and watched.
Out of the passenger side stepped a lanky, thin man, bordering on emaciated, wearing dark sunglasses. He wore a black suit with a rumpled white shirt and long, black tie underneath and what looked like a catcher’s helmet on his head.
He clapped his gaunt hands together and declared, “All right, you horny kids, get your stuff together, put that out, and follow us in your car. Now!”