Swap Clinic - Animated GIF - Friend Date

 

Neal took a deep breath as he went to answer the door, knowing it was "Sammie". It would be their first time hanging out with just each other, no other friends as buffers, since Sammie's visit to the Swap Clinic. He was genuinely happy for her becoming her "true self", but felt so awkward and didn't want to say any of the wrong things. He opened the door...

"Oh hey! Sorry I'm a little early. I gave myself some extra time to get ready but, I guess I'm getting good at it and it didn't take as long to do everything!" an excited Sammie explained. "Is everything, uh, ok?"

"Yeah...yeah! Of course, no worries, just need to...grab my phone and um..." Neal trailed off. "I just want to make sure we're on the same page here. We're going to the bar to watch the game and eat some wings and drink beer...right?" He waved a hand over the jersey he was wearing of their favorite team.

"Oh, yeah, of course! Been looking forward to it..." Sammie replied with a hint of hesitation. "I just...all of my jerseys are way too big now. And...I like dressing feminine now that...you know...I have the body for it..."

There was a moment of awkward silence as the two looked away from each other.

"Ok, maybe I misunderstood..." Sammie began sheepishly, clearly blushing. "When you said we should hang out just the two of us sometime and...I thought maybe you were...asking me on a..." she began trail off then reset herself. "Maybe I should just go..."

"No no, wait!" Neal called out as she began to turn. "You know that I'm so happy for you and I support you. It's just a little harder than I thought to adjust to my best friend switching sexes seemingly out of nowhere. I know it's still you in there and I just feel..." He paused, looking her up and down, then set his gaze on her eyes. 

"Maybe the same way I do?" she asked, briefly smiling, then trying to hide just in case she was wrong.

"Do you want to...come in? And we can...talk..." Neal stammered out. 

Sammie stepped inside and pushed the door shut behind her. "I don't want to talk..." she said as soon as the door was closed. She let her purse fall off of her shoulder and onto the floor, then threw herself at Neal who eagerly reciprocated. 

Pressed together, making out, feeling each other up, hormones raging, they slowly made their way to his bedroom. They began removing their clothing until both were in just their underwear. Neal marveled at Sammie's new form...large, firm breasts barely contained by a lacy bra...matching panties doing nothing to hide that fact that she was "all woman" now...she broke him from his stupor by pulling him toward her and continuing to make out. They removed their final articles of clothing and climbed to the center of the bed. Neal kissed his way down her neck and then suckled at her breasts while he brought a hand up between her legs, slipping two fingers within her piping hot, sopping wet pussy. 

She broke away long enough to reach down and grab his erect cock, giving it a few firm strokes. "Take me! Take me!" she begged, breathy, then gently bit down on his ear lobe.

"I need to get a..." he started.

"I'm on the pill, I trust you, just come on..." she interrupted. 

Without further delay, Neal positioned himself, guiding Sammi's legs into place around him, then pressed within her new womanhood...