Now that we were in her room, I found that I was suddenly shy. I had been in this room many times over the years as Karyn's friend. I had always hoped that it might be more serious than that, and thought about being here with her in my fantasies.
None of which included me being an African version of her!
I realized Karyn was watching me with a slight smile on her face. She stepped closer to me and placed a soft warm hand on my cheek. "Getting cold feet?" she wondered.
"I'm just a little...overwhelmed." I said, still not used to the sound of my own voice. It was of course just like Karyn's soprano, if perhaps a bit lower in pitch.
"It is a lot to handle in a day," she said, then gave me a naughty smile. "But you are so hot, little Ms. 'Brown Sugar'!"
I stuck out my tounge at her which made her laugh. She stepped closer, her arms encircling me. Karyn leaned in and kissed me. Softly, slowly, more gently than any kiss I could recall. I wrapped my slim arms around her and returned the kiss, loving the sensation of our full lips caressing each other. I had kissed a few girls -- not as many as I would have liked of course -- but this was better, much better.
It was not just the kiss itself, of course. Other sensations made this a whole new ballgame for me. Even through our clothes, I was amazed at the sensation of my breasts pressing into hers. I could not believe how hard my nipples were, nor how sensitive they had become. Then there was that growing warmth down below. I knew what it must mean, but had trouble imagining what must have replaced my cock.
Karyn kissed me again, and this time teased my full African lips with her tongue. Her kisses became quicker, deeper, as her hands traced the curves of my back, ran through my long curly black hair, and cupped my rounded bottom. Karyn nudged me towards the bed and I followed. I was a bit surprised at how aggressive she was becoming...and also surprised by how much I liked it.
As we stood by the bed, Karyn's hands found their way under my shirt. She smiled at me and said, "Let's have a better look at you." I obliged, submissively raising my hands so she could take my torn t-shirt off. We struggled for a moment as masses of my hair got tangled up in the shirt, but then it was gone and I felt my new breasts jiggle free. Every sensation seemed new, and enticing.
I looked down in wonder at the twin mounds of soft brown flesh that adorned my chest. Since Karyn had made her own breasts huge with that first wish of hers, mine were as well. They were very firm, though, the nipples pointing slighly upward. They were very thick and were surrounded by purplish-black aureolae. The cool air felt wonderful on them after the rough cotton of my t-shirt.
They felt even better in a moment, as Karyn's hand cupped my right breast, the thumb rubbing the nipple. I shuddered and gasped. Karyn grinned at me as she leaned forward. Her pink tongue darted out, teasing my black nipple, making it even harder than it had been a moment ago. Her soft lips took in my nipple, and her hands caressed my other breast. I stroked her blonde hair with my slim brown fingers, moaning as I became more and more aroused. It was similar to sensations I had as a boy, but the growing warmth was general, not centered on just my cock. My whole body felt alive and sensual.
I barly noticed as Karyn guided me to sit, and then lay down on the bed. She kissed her way down from my breasts, over the tender, taut skin of my tummy. She tugged at my waistband, and I raised my hips so she could slide off my jeans. I propped myself up on my elbows, and gazed down at my new naked self. The slopes of my breasts gave way to the inward curve of my waist, which in turned swelled into my hips. My legs were long and smooth, and between them all I could see was a neat triangle of curly black hair. I had gone from being a somewhat geeky boy to being all curves and slopes and silky chocolate brown skin. At that moment, I realized I was really enjoying this change.
Then Karyn was kneeling by the bed, between my legs, her long blonde hair trailing over her naked ivory skin. When had she undressed? I wondered, then forgot about that as her fingers, and then her tongue, began to explore my new womanhood. I then realized that I was not just enjoying this. I was no longer sure I wanted to be a boy again.
