Other Fan Fiction ❯ Transformation ❯ One-Shot

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Transformation

 

Ito Miura ran joyfully down the street, slowed only slightly by the heavy bag she carried. Her short ebony hair flew everywhere as her tall form bounded up and down along low walls that lined her path. She spun around quickly, tails of the boys school uniform shirt she wore flying where they stuck out from underneath the uniform vest. Grinning widely, she regarded her companion who was just catching up.

 

“Mako, you're so slow!”

 

A blonde beauty in a pristine girls school uniform followed a little more slowly behind, laden with a large box of books, shoes and other school paraphernalia.

 

“Some of us are carrying a bit more than others, Ito-san,” a melodic voice responded. Ito couldn't help but be impressed at how well Mako played a girl, even now.

 

She slowed her excited pace, dancing a little as she kept by Makoto's side. The blonde chuckled.

 

“Someone is energetic today.”

 

Ito stopped and turned back to Makoto as they began ascending the stairs to the apartment.

 

“Mako, we've finally graduated! We're carrying the last pieces of our high school life to your place, and you won against your father! Why aren't you more energetic?”

 

A flickering emotion in Makoto's eyes momentarily showed his male side. Ito stumbled a little at the sudden change.

 

“Perhaps I'm saving my energy for a celebration,” Makoto replied cryptically. The soft feminine look quickly reappeared.

 

Ito continued up the stairs, grabbing the keys dangling from Makoto's fingers.

 

“But the drama club graduation party isn't for hours.” She clicked open the door and stepped inside. “What are you. . .”

 

She trailed off, speechless at the sight before her eyes. Makoto's tiny apartment, their sole refuge over the last two years, was utterly transformed. Soft burgundy fabric draped over the sliding glass doors, giving the appearance of an elegant stage. Similar soft fabrics were draped over the bed, Persian pillows piled comfortably on top. The table was swept to the side, covered in softly glowing candles. Rose petals were scattered everywhere, the floor, the table, and the richly covered bed.

 

Makoto taking the bag off her shoulder shook her from her contemplation.

 

“When did you do this?”

 

“Last night,” Makoto replied simply. “Do you like it?”

 

“It's beautiful,” Ito breathed, entranced by the scene. Makoto sure knew how to dress a set. “But, what is it for?”

 

Makoto chuckled, a low, sensuous sound that gave Ito tingles from top to bottom. She was led to sit back against the pillows on the bed, legs hanging over the side. Makoto sat primly beside her. Ito shivered at the contrast, the visage of a beautiful woman before her contrasting with the male undertones she knew to lie beneath.

 

“Ito, today is the first day of the rest of our lives. A life we promised to live together, as our true selves. I can finally meet your family not as Makoto Amano, your best friend, but as Makoto Narita, the man who loves you.” Ito was speechless, rendered silent by the quiet emotion behind his words.

 

Makoto rose and moved to the middle of the room, pinning her with his darkening gaze. “I've been waiting for this for a long time. I want you to share in my transformation.”

 

Ito nodded eagerly, willingly under his spell. When Makoto took the stage, you couldn't help but watch.

 

Makoto smiled with a soft face, but intense eyes. Slim, tapered hands reached back and pulled the tie on the bow of the school jumper, it's ends trailing in fluttery tendrils to the side. A flexible arm reached up and back, slowly lowering the zipper. The jumper slid to his feet, revealing graceful but powerful legs to Ito's view. He unbuttoned the white blouse at an agonizing pace, revealing inch after inch of smooth skin. His stance slowly changed as he got lower, from the prim closeness of a schoolgirl to the wider stance of a confident male. The shirt joined the jumper on the floor, followed shortly by a padded bra.

 

Ito leaned up on her elbows, eyes devouring the smooth planes of his chest, the gentle slopes of his firm abdomen, and the curve of his legs where they met his snug shorts. Her eyes drifted back up to his face as he approached the bed, waist-length ponytail swinging with each step.

 

Makoto leaned over her, placing one knee on the bed by her side. Holding her gaze, he reached up with one hand and pulled the long fall from his head and tossed it aside. His natural blonde hair fell sensuously around his features and down his long neck. His maleness almost overwhelmed her, so different from his feminine portrayal. A warm hand rose and cupped Ito's cheek.

 

“This is who I am now.” His voice was deeper now, richer. “No matter what stage I'm on, or what part I'm playing, I am yours.”

 

“Makoto,” Ito said softly, leaning her head into his hand. His thumb brushed over her lips.

 

“Will you be mine, forever?”

 

Ito's eyes widened.

 

“Are you asking me. . .” She couldn't quite say it, for fear of breaking the spell.

 

“Yes, Ito. Marry me?”

 

Ito flung long arms around his neck, pulling herself close to him.

 

“Yes, finally, yes,” she cried joyfully into his ear.

 

Makoto held her tight to his chest, holding her off the bed. A small part of Ito marveled once again at the incredible strength hidden in his slight frame. That part disappeared as he laid her back on the bed and took possession of her lips.

 

This was a different kiss from the ones they'd shared before. He held nothing back, completely dominating her mouth with fervent strokes of his tongue. All the passion he hid, made bearable only by stolen moments together, flowed out into her like a tidal wave. She battled back, hands tangling into his silky locks as she moaned into his mouth.

 

He pulled away from her mouth, his lips tracing a burning trail down her jaw and to her ear. Warm lips traced the shell of her ear, blowing softly as he murmured.

 

“Let's uncover you as a woman.”

 

Ito flushed at his words, reaching down to pull at her clothing. Makoto's hands beat hers to her waistline, pulling the vest overhead with one smooth motion. His hands took more time with the uniform shirt, planting warm kisses on the sections of skin that each button revealed. He dipped his tongue into her bellybutton as he passed, pulling a light squeal from her lips.

 

He didn't stop with the shirt, but continued down to undo her pants. Her trousers, shoes and socks landed on the floor thanks to his deft fingers, and she tossed her shirt to the side impatiently.

 

Makoto crawled up Ito's lithe form, dusting kisses up her abdomen and over the crests of her covered breasts. Ito arched and squirmed at his playful caresses, draping her hands around his shoulders. She giggled as he hooked an arm under her waist and slid her so she was lying along the length of his bed. He leaned over her for a long moment, heated gaze hungrily devouring her body.

 

“God you're beautiful.”

 

Ito flushed at his words, reddening further when he traced the progress of her flush down her chest with his fingers. The slender digits traced along the rim of her simple cotton bra, watching her face carefully. She arched her chest a little into his touch, and he took that as a sign to continue. He reached under her and flicked open the clasp, pulling the garment off her and away.

 

He pressed her to him for another heated kiss, and they both groaned at the electricity that sparked across their naked skin. A warm hand moved between them to cup one of her aching peaks, fingers brushing against her hardening nipple. Ito moaned at the jolt of sensation that went through her, arching into his touch. Her hands were not idle, trailing up and down the expanse of his back, feeling the wiry strength beneath her touch.

 

Makoto's lips left hers again, kissing down to her neglected breast and nipping first gently, then passionately, at the distended tip. His unbelievably hot mouth devoured her, causing her hands to grip his shoulders and hair with a cry. She writhed underneath him, brushing a smooth leg against the hardness between his. He moaned at her almost-caresses, grinding himself into her for more contact.

 

His golden head rose from worshipping her breasts, and his hot gaze locked with hers. He cupped her face in his hands, kissing her deeply.

 

“Ito, do you want this now?” he said, pressing his heated arousal into her clothed center.

 

“I think I'll explode if you don't,” she replied breathlessly.

 

He needed no further encouragement. Raising himself off her a bit, he pulled down his snug shorts to reveal his straining manhood. Ito blushed at the sight, eager to have him close to her again. After kicking his clothing aside, he drew her now-damp panties down her legs. He sat back just for a moment, staring at her nude form.

 

“I've waited two years to see you like this,” he said huskily. Passion overrode everything else as Ito reached her arms out for him.

 

He descended on her once more, lips returning to tangle with hers. One questing hand gently cupped her damp core. Ito urged him further with an unconscious roll of her hips. He obliged her demand, inserting one finger into her folds.

 

“Ah, Mako!” she cried, tearing her lips away from his as he stroked her.

 

“I don't think I can wait any longer. Is this your first time?”

 

Ito nodded. Makoto smiled as he positioned himself at her entrance.

 

“Mine too.”

 

Slowly, gently, he guided his straining erection into her damp folds. It took a couple tries, but soon he was inside her, resting at her barrier. His eyes locked with hers as he breathed heavily, and she nodded.

 

One hard push, a burning pain, a few tears and several deep breaths later, Ito opened her eyes to see him above her, watching her carefully. She smiled and nodded again, wanting him to move inside her. Makoto started a slow, gentle rhythm, hands caressing her face and breasts as he moved. She let her hands wander along his back, losing herself in the tides of sensation he was evoking in her.

 

His lips sought hers again as he increased the pace, leaving her moaning at the increased friction. Something was building inside, something much better than the sensations she could bring in herself while thinking of him. Her world narrowed to the feeling of him inside her, and the heady sparks of sensation that his fingers and her hands on his skin created.

 

Suddenly, something wound high, tight and fast within her. Makoto lost his rhythm as he thrust faster and faster into her waiting heat. Ito's vision exploded into white, a blissful release sending her soaring higher than any performance. Makoto groaned her name as he stiffened and came, clutching her to him.

 

They lay there panting for several moments. Ito relished the feeling of his body laying across hers in the sex-induced languor, their equal heights making for a very intimate connection.

 

Makoto pulled out of her slowly, both moaning at the slippery friction. He rolled to her side, gathering her up into his arms.

 

“I love you,” he murmured into her ear.

 

“I love you too,” she responded dreamily.

 

They lay together for a long while, watching the flickering light of the candles on the ceiling.

 

“So, are we still going to the drama club party tonight?” Ito asked.

 

Makoto laughed a little.

 

“We probably should. But Ito. . .”

 

“Mmm?”

 

He turned her face towards his and leaned in with a wicked glint in his eyes.

 

“You get to wear the dress.”