Betrayed Chapter 5

My lover's eyes regained their focus, and she hurriedly added she just thought I should know what to expect, should I ever decide to go that route. I got the distinct impression there was – or at least, had been – more going on between the two than just 'friendship'.

Dianna tread delicately on the subject of hormones. The benefits were softening of skin and muscle tone, thickening and improved luster of the hair, development of so-called 'secondary sex characteristics' – boobs, hips and buns – not to mention increased sensitivity, particularly in the nipples. There were consequences, too. Some girls experienced hot flashes and pronounced mood swings. Others claimed the hormones made them sleepy. There were some medical risks as well, although there didn't seem to be a high incidence of them in girls our age. Of course, there was also the potential for loss of male sexual function….

My companion had been massaging my crotch as she related all of this. She had spoken those last words softly, almost reverently, as she gazed in the direction of her hand. She lifted her head; her eyes met mine. She leaned into me and kissed me tenderly. No other words were spoken on the subject, but she left no doubt where her feelings lay.

There was probably something fundamentally irrational about having a rational discussion with my paramour about methods to transform me permanently into a more feminine image. If there was, I didn't see it. At that point, it was just a discussion; nothing more. Dianna wasn't insisting on anything; she was merely offering options. To be honest, my mind was elsewhere at the moment.

Our distraction made us careless. Dianna was taking a bite of pizza and watching me, instead of what she was doing. A big piece of sausage tumbled out of the inside and plopped on her bare, taut belly, filling her navel like a jewel. She laughed and reached to retrieve it, but I was quicker. My face was there in a flash. I scooped up the errant bit of meat in my mouth, chewed, swallowed, then gently lapped up the grease in her bellybutton with my tongue. In so doing, I flicked her belly ring a couple of times. I felt her body tremble, just a little, when I did that. I glanced upward and met her eyes. We just stared for a moment, silently.