Sudden Male Rejection Syndrome  - Part 3

Commissioned Anonymously

In the far future, humans are born androgynous and pick a gender once they reach adulthood. Vance and Jim both decide to be men, but things get awkward when Vance develops Sudden Male Rejection Syndrome and, over the course of minutes, goes from the masculine ideal to a curvaceous, female bombshell.

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Part 3

Sleep did not come easily. Her whole life, Vanessa had gotten used to having a mostly flat, featureless body. When she got her male one, nothing much had changed when it came to sleep. Sure, she was buffer and broader, but she could still sleep in all the same positions. 

As a woman, though, half of those went out the window. Of course, sleeping on her stomach was impossible; she only tired out of morbid curiosity and winced as soon as her body weight crushed down on her breasts. Sleeping on her back didn't prove much easier. Her ass lifted her hips off the mattress so much she almost felt like she was sleeping on a lean. Curled up on her side was the only thing that seemed to work. Even then, her hips dug into the mattress, and her arms couldn't find a good place to rest. In the end, she fell asleep with one arm draped over her hip, the other cupping her breast. 

In the morning, she sat up and immediately felt the wind leave her lungs as gravity weighed down her chest. She still wasn't used to those breasts; maybe she never would be. Vanessa forced the annoyed scowl off her face and instead focused on the positives; today was the day she started teasing Jim. She didn't have any of her new clothes to use, so she had the perfect excuse to wear something indecent. 

She opted for a tank top she’d originally bought to work out in. The cut was low, even lower, thanks to the breasts it wasn't made to support. Her cleavage was practically spilling out. Then, she paired it with a set of shorts that tightly hugged her butt and thighs. They left so little to the imagination that it probably would have been more decent to walk around naked. She posed a little in front of the mirror and felt a flutter of that bisexual attraction; oh yes, this would work. 

Vanessa strolled out of her bedroom, letting her hips take on that natural, feminine sway. Jim was lying across the couch, rubbing his eyes groggily. He blinked at her, his face went pink, and his jaw dropped.

“Is t-that what you’re going to wear?!”

“Of course,” she said innocently. “What’s wrong with it? 

“Isn't it a little…revealing?”

“Well, what am I supposed to wear?” She shrugged, letting her bosom rise and fall. “I don’t want to ruin any of my other shirts. I could sell them, and I don’t have any pants that fit; they are all too long and tight across my thighs.”

She slapped one for emphasis. 

“You were the one who pointed out how thick they are.” She added with a grin. “What do you suggest I do, walk around naked all day?”

It was an obvious joke, but Jim still laughed a little too hard, then quickly stood up.

“Okay, well, I’d better go shower now, see you in a bit!”

He practically left a human-shaped dust cloud behind; he ran so fast. Vanessa held back her delighted laughter until after she heard the water start running.

“I wonder if that shower is hot or cold…” She grinned.

Regardless, it was long. By the time Jim was out and dressed, she had already finished her breakfast.

“I was thinking we could build one of my models, since we’re stuck inside all day.” She suggested, “I have one of the original colony ships still in the box. I have been saving it for a special occasion.”

Jim gave her a relieved look; perhaps he was worried she’d suggest they try dancing or something else that would show off her body. She filed the idea away for later. As much as she wanted to tease Jim, she did actually want to get that model built. It had been sitting on the shelf for way too long. She had already built every other ship from the original colony fleets; the USS Athens was the last one. 

“It must have been so weird, being one of the first settlers on another planet.” Jim said dreamily as he reached for the model box, “Sometimes I wish I lived on Titan or something.”

“Eh, we live in a big city at the edge of the desert, I think that’s basically the same as living on one of the Mars colonies.” Vanessa shrugged, then stifled a giggle, watching Jim struggle to reach the box. It was sitting on her top shelf, before she’d used a step stool to reach high places like that, but after taking her catalyst, it had been one of the first things she’d thrown out while still high on the novelty of being so tall. 

“Here, let me.” She grinned, walking over and standing on her tiptoes. 

The height difference, plus the fact that she was reaching over him, meant that her breasts were right in Jim’s face. Of course, she pretended not to notice until she stood back down, box in hand.

“Oh, sorry,” She said sweetly, “I’m still getting used to having these things, I didn’t mean to make you awkward.”

“It’s fine.” Jim choked out, “No problem.” 

They emptied out the little bags inside the box and started popping out pieces. Vanessa ran her name over the nameplate of the ship.

“Athens…that’s where you come from, right?”

She could remember when they first met in high school; Jim had been the only kid who didn't buy lunch at the cafeteria since his mother always insisted on packing him meatballs and souvlakis. 

“My grandfather, you mean.” Jim corrected, “Just because my last name is Aetos doesn’t mean I know anything about Greece.”

“Tectchy today, aren’t we? It was just a question.”

Jim winced.

“Sorry, I’m just a little on edge, not sure why.” He added that last part too fast, and Vanessa leaned against him, as if concerned.

“I hope it's not because of me.”

Their thighs pressed against one another, bare feet brushing under the table, and Jim shook his head and leaned away.

“No, not at all. So, how do we start these things?”

His eyes were glued to the instructions, and Vanessa held back a pout; he wasn't even blushing that time. Was the novelty wearing off? For a moment, she worried; what if it had just been Jim getting used to the idea that his best friend was female and attractive? No, she couldn’t let him lose interest; she’d have to up her game. 

She turned back to the model for a few minutes, letting him get used to having his own space, then started getting more tactile. She would strategically reach for the same piece just to let their hands brush, pour over the instructions while pressing a finger to her full lips, and let their feet brush under the table. Outside of Jim clenching his jaw once as she leaned over the table to say something, he didn't react. Still, there was a cool sweat on the back of his neck; Vanessa knew she had to be doing something right. 

“I think you have the wrong piece there.” She said, sitting herself on the table so her ass was only an inch away from where Jim’s hand was resting. “See, it says 5A.”

She reached across to press a delicate finger to the instruction page. He had a perfect view of her body now; she was practically lying right in front of him, breasts at eye level, with the curve of her body stretched out. Jim dropped the piece he was holding and shuffled back a little. Vanessa resisted the urge to punch the air. Success! The piece rolled across the table and dropped over the edge, which Jim seemed thankful for. 

“Oops! I’ll get that!” He said, ducking underneath only to smack his head as he went to stand. “Ow, anyway, maybe that’s a sign to stop! We don't want to mess up your model after all, how about some lunch?”

He was flustered, stammering over his words and practically raced off to the kitchen. Vanessa almost purred with delight. She wondered what he was thinking. Was he trying to deny the obvious? There was no way he could convince even the dumbest person alive that he didn't find her attractive. 

“I’ll cook!” She offered, “Now, what to make, that’s the question.”

She walked into the kitchen slowly, taking long, deliberate steps that made her hips sway and Jim blush more. Then, he got a hard look in his eye, and Vanessa felt her blood turn cold; was he onto her? The hard look disappeared a moment later, though, and he stepped aside.

“I’ll…wait, then I guess.” He shrugged, then turned to head back to the living room. 

“Wait, stay and keep me company.”

Jim sat down at the bench heavily, looking conflicted. Good, conflicted was good. Vanessa set about making them something simple from the instant ramen and other bits and bobs left in the house. All the while keeping one eye on Jim. Teasing him physically had gone well, it was time to break down those mental walls. With an innocent smile on her face, Vanessa proceeded to cook in the most sensual way she could imagine. She ran her fingers up and down the length of the carrots before she chopped them, dipped her fingers in the sauce and slowly sucked it off, leaned over the bench pretending she couldn't see what she was doing.

“These damn curves, always getting in the way.” She sighed dramatically, peering over her bust as she chopped before closing a drawer with her hips. “Then again, they have their uses.” 

She dumped the vegetables into the wok with the noodles and turned back as seductively as she could manage. Jim wasn’t even watching; his eyes were on his phone. Vanessa felt a burn of annoyance; she was putting on a perfect show here, and he wasn't even appreciating it! Then she noticed his fingers weren't moving. They didn't move for a full five minutes, even as she continued to dance across the kitchen. He wasn't reading or scrolling; he was just pretending so he’d have an excuse not to look at her. That meant, in a way, it was working. 

They ate in awkward silence. Well, awkward for Jim, not for Vanessa, who was having a great time slowly pursing her lips and sucking up her noodles one by one and giving the occasional satisfied moan.

“I am a wonderful chef.” She declared at the end of the meal. “Perhaps I will make a good housewife some day, don't you think?”

“They’ll be a lucky guy.” Jim said flatly, “How about we play video games and leave the model for later?”

Vanessa held back a satisfied laugh; poor guy, he thought if he had a good excuse not to look, she wouldn't notice, and she wouldn’t be able to tease him. Naive fool. They loaded up the latest Garfield Kart game; it was the best Kart racing franchise in Vanessa’s opinion, and she had played almost all of them. Her vintage video game collection was huge, and as much as snobs on the internet liked to pretend those ancient Mario Kart games were good, the hard truth is that games just got better over time; those old things couldn’t hold a candle to modern Garfield Kart. 

Vanessa leaned forward and shifted side to side with her kart on screen; the subtle movements were more than enough to get some jiggle in her chest. Jim kept his eyes forward the entire time and proceeded to lose three times in a row. Even the PC players were beating him.

“You know we are on the basic difficulty, right?” She teased. “I didn’t know it was possible to come dead last that many times.”

“This game sucks.” Jim pouted.

Vanessa hummed in thought; maybe it was time to take mercy on him. 

“Maybe you just need the right motivation. How about this, you win the next race…I’ll let you cop a feel.”

Jim’s head snapped to her in shock, mouth agape. She hefted up one of her breasts for emphasis and gave it a little jiggle.

“All yours for the taking…if you win the race.” She winked. 

Jim swallowed and turned back to the screen with a look of determination in his eyes that lit a fire between Vanessa's legs. He swallowed, but didn’t select ‘New Race’; instead, he stared, then turned back to her with a flustered look of understanding. 

“You’ve been doing this on purpose, haven’t you?”

“Doing what?”

“Teasing me!”

Vanessa giggled. “Maaaaaybe.”

“Oh my God.” Jim put his head in his hands. “Why?”

Vanessa’s face heated; for the first time, it was her turn to feel flustered.

“Because I like you, I have for a while, actually.” She admitted, “I was going to confess at the beach yesterday, but then things got…complicated.”

“Wait, yesterday? But you were a guy yesterday!”

“Really? Was I? I’d forgotten.” Vanessa said sarcastically, and Jim rolled his eyes. 

“You know what I mean.”

“I was hoping we could get together anyway, but…judging from your face, that wasn't going to happen.”

“No offence, but no, I just don’t swing that way.” 

“You like this more?” Vanessa hefted up her breasts and giggled, watching Jim’s eyes follow them hungrily. 

For a moment, he simply stared, then he reached out. “Fuck it.”

His hand pressed against the soft curve of her breast, and Vanessa felt a fire light inside her. It was a simple touch, and yet it changed everything. It wasn't enough, she needed much more. She wrapped her arms around Jim’s neck and pulled him in, burying face was buried in her bosom. He moaned, a few sounds shy of full-on motorboating her. Vanessa couldn’t help it, she laughed and returned the gesture, pressing him deeper into her cleavage. She could feel his hot breath against her skin and his lips pressing against the soft curve of her breasts. That fire between her legs burned a little hotter and ached when he pulled away. 

“So you were going to ask me out, as a guy?” Jim asked, and Vanessa blushed and nodded. “Sorry, I feel bad, but I would have had to say no, I just don’t swing that way. I know it’s wrong, but part of me is glad you got SMRS…because it means we can date.” 

Vanessa’s heart pounded inside her considerable chest.

“So…you like me too.”

Jim blushed and fiddled with the hem of his shorts. 

“I was disappointed when you told me you were going to be male.” He admitted after a moment, “I have always known I was male deep down, and that I liked women.”

“Is that why you sounded a little bit hopeful when you brought up SMRS? No wonder you were so smug about it.” 

“I was not smug! Okay, a little smug but only because I was right and you didn’t listen.” Jim sighed, “And I do feel bad for being happy about it.”

“Oh, don’t. This body isn’t that far off what I wanted; tall and hot is a good combo with any gender and everything in between.”

“I’ll say.” Jim breathed, leaning in a little, eyes still on Vanessa’s chest. 

Vanessa focused on his face; they had wiled away the hours playing games, and the only light came from the game screen. It cast half his face in shadow, but Vanessa could see him licking his lips. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes a little; even knowing she felt the same way, he couldn’t make the first move. Her eyes lowered to the tent in the front of his pants and snickered; not even when he was already aching for her. 

She reached forward and cupped his crotch and tried to remember what she’d liked in the brief time she’d had a cock of her own. Jim practically jumped out of his chair in surprise and made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a groan. 

“You’d better take care of that before you explode.” She teased, “Or we become a lesbian couple.”

Jim huffed. 

“It doesn’t…it’s not, ugh, that isn’t how it works!”

“Aw, you’re so cute when you’re flustered.” She gave him another teasing smile. “Look, do you want to sit here and explain to me why you’re right, or do you want to get laid.