themightfenek - TG STORY - Kalisha's Story

Story expanding on one of my OCs: Kalisha

Writen by one of the Patrons!

It’s the Friday before finals.  At a local college dive bar, two students sit together. These students, Kyle and Jason, are friends. Actually, they’re more than friends. They’re best friends. They’ve been together since the playground. They were classmates in Middle School. They were gym partners in High School. Now, they are undergraduates enjoying a drink at Fen’s.

But it isn’t the longevity of their friendship that makes it so compelling. No, it’s that both friends couldn’t be more different. A young black man with a big personality, Kyle always had an impressive amount of confidence and bravado. No matter if you were a teacher, student, or mediocre bartender, no one could deny his unwavering charisma and pride. In fact, Kyle looks like he stepped right out of an early 2000s sitcom.  He wore black sneakers, striped track sweatpants, a mismatched green track jacket, a white tank top, sunglasses, and a bold flat top. Kyle dressed like a character because, for Kyle, college was a reality show filled with booze, parties, and girls. 

His friend Jason is the opposite. Jason is a soft-spoken Korean American student. Jason is gallant. Jason is not Kyle. His teachers would describe him as soft. He wore an old, stained T-shirt, gym pants, and worn-out gym shoes. For him, college was library basements, late-night study sessions, and hour-long research seminars. Why dress up when you’re just going to be staring at books for 10 hours?

Now, the day before finals, the two friends sit at Fen’s. Jason looks nervously at his phone. 

Jason complains, “Man, I don’t know about finals. These classes are really kicking my ass.”

Unphased, Kyle hands him another bottle of beer. Kyle says, “Calm your tits, bro. It’s the weekend. You can study later.”

Jason doesn’t look away from his phone. He stutters, “You’re kidding, right? We’re in the same classes. We got 5 papers, a lab report, 3 presentations, tests…”

Kyle scoffs, “Cs get degrees.”

Jason responds, “Kyle, you’re getting Ds.”

Kyle continues, “Hey, I’m passing. Besides, you’re not doing better yourself.”

Jason says, “That’s why I’m trying to pass everything this semester. I’ve done every study guide, took every practice test... hell, I even downloaded this sketchy app to find a study partner.”

Kyle questions, “Wait, you downloaded a sketchy app… to help you find a ‘partner?’ Dude, I think you downloaded a porn app.”

Jason gasps, “NO, I didn’t, it’s for studying, that’s why it asks if I like girls with big… OH crap… You know what, let’s change the subject. Listen, are you ready to go? I want to get back to the dorm to cram down another practice test before the night is over.”

Kyle looks at his anxious friend in disbelief. He says, “Am I ready to go? This is the biggest party of the year. Fuck Finals, everyone is going!”

Jason asks, “Party? What are you talking about?”

Kyle puts his hand on Jason's shoulder and turns him around to look at the bar. It only takes a second for Jason to notice the restaurant staff is already moving tables, setting up speakers, and covering the windows with neon lights.

Kyle announces, “Jason, we are at Fen’s. In a couple of hours, everyone on campus will be in this joint. Why did you think we came here?”

Jason nervously mumbles, “That’s tonight. Shit, man, I thought we were just getting a drink. How are we supposed to finish any of our assignments!?! You can stay here. I’ll just skip it and…”

Kyle interrupts, “Skip it. Jason, look at me. You can’t keep doing this. You said that New Year’s, Halloween, and St. Patrick’s Day. We’re only going to be in college once. Hell, I’m lucky to go to college with my best friend.”

Jason mutters, “What’s your p…”

Kyle says, “My point is, instead of locking yourself in a room all night, wouldn’t you want to be with your best friend? Make memories you will never forget. Because I would. That’s why I’m here tonight.”

Jason hesitates and responds, “Kyle. I just…”

 For the first time, Jason puts his phone down. No more looking at class syllabuses and crash course videos. He wants to be with his best friend tonight.

Suddenly, Jason’s phone vibrates. He jumps and spills a bunch of beers on himself and Kyle.

Jason moans, “Crap. My bad. I swear if it’s that app…”

Kyle scoffs, “Don’t worry about it, bro. But you owe me a drink.”

Jason concedes, “You know what, you win. We’ll stay. Let me just run to the dorm and change clothes.”

He grabs his phone and stuffs it in his pocket.

Kyle chuckles, “God, he was always a mess. Crap, he got some beer on my face.”

He tries to wipe the liquid off. Something’s wrong. He felt a strange sting in his eye. Maybe the bar lights had irritated them. He puts on his shades. The frames of the glasses become thinner. The lens becomes more translucent. Soon, his shades change into a proper pair of prescribed glasses.

With his new transformed spectacles, Kyle nervously mumbles, “Man, I hate wearing these things. Makes me feel off. Even if they’re a bit cute.”

As a strange sense of uneasiness creeps into Kyle’s mind, he feels himself losing his balance as he stumbles back into his barstool. 

God, one spilled beer, and I’m all shaken up. I need a drink to calm my nerves.

He grabs a bottle and chugs down a cheap lager.

With each swallow, his lips swell. Wrapped around the bottle’s neck, bright red lipstick coats his larger, pouty lips. Even when the bottle was empty, sucking on the nozzle was oddly calming.

 Suddenly, Kyle’s head throbs in pain. He places the bottle down and starts to massage his temple. He doesn’t notice his hair growing longer. Hair flows from his flattop and reaches his shoulders. Despite its length, the hair retains its hazelnut color and develops curls.

Confused, he strokes his new hair.  He doesn’t remember growing it out this long.

G…Goodness, I hope it doesn’t look too messy. 

He looks at the bar mirror. He freezes. He feels himself blushing.

He murmurs, “Wait, is that me?”

His reflection looks so foreign to him. Puffy, tender red lips. Modest glasses. Long hair. He looked so feminine.

His head throbs again as new memories form. Memories of him being a nervous schoolgirl who always confided in her friend Jason. They were an odd pairing. She was a shy girl next door. He was the modest school hot throb. She was always anxious about something… But Jason was always there for her.

Wait, her?

Her face turns red.

I’m a girl!?! I look like a protagonist from one of my romance Manga. Wait, when did I start reading Manga? I barely had time to catch up on my anime.

She searches her memories for a solution to her confusion. She needed an anchor. Something to focus on so she could think straight.

Abruptly, she remembers a memory of her and Jason watching fireworks at the park together. She didn’t like crowds, but Jason’s presence was calming, familiar, and safe. In the memory, she couldn’t help but snuggle with him. And, in that moment, all her worries seemed to melt away.

Her pleasant memories are interrupted by an intoxicated college student bumping into her.

It takes Kalisha a second to regain her footing. She looks up and realizes that the bar is now packed with college partygoers.

Oh no, the party. I didn’t even notice all the people coming in. It feels so packed here.

A new (yet familiar) anxiety creeps into Kalisha’s mind.

Why do I feel so nervous? I wanted to go to the party, right? It’s the biggest party of the year. But now, I don’t know what to feel.

As she tries to decipher these foreign feelings, her clothes slowly begin to change. Her converse shoes morph into red ruby low heels. Her sox separate into tight translucent stockings, and her pants fuse into a modest length flannel skirt. As the fabric of her jacket began to change, Kalisha’s chest began to swell. She looks down and pouts. 

Why did I just wear a tank top?

 Her large nipples emphasize her modest (but growing) chest.

She wonders.

I should’ve worn something with more support. 

Then, she remembers when she and Jason went to the mall. Despite all the craziness of college life, they would always find some time for each other. And she appreciated that.

 But while Jason went to get her favorite strawberry cupcakes from the food court, she noticed the cutest pink bra in the store window. It was adorable. Little stars, cherries, and onigiri characters were sprinkled across the bra’s shiny pink silk.

She remembers saying, “It would be perfect. It’s just …too big. Right. I would at least need DD cups to fit.”

As the memory ends, her breasts explode in size. The tank top shrinks into Kalisha’s new bra with all the cute characters she remembered from the mall store.

Unlike the other changes, Kalisha notices this. She lifts her left arm to adjust her new lingerie but stops midway.

 Hmm, this bra was so cute, but it was too small. If I had DD cups, I could manage, but I’m in the H-cup territory. At least, it helps hold my brea… bust well.

 As her chest reaches its maximum size, the newly formed bra makes a nice, appealing cleavage. She looks in the mirror again. She looks like a big-chested shonen girl from her Manga. Anxious and aroused, she blushes.

 Even with a cute bra, I’m showing way too much skin. I don’t need the whole bar looking at me.

 A new memory forms. She was in the mall trying on her new lingerie. Admiring herself in the mirror, she brought matching panties. Like the bra, it was too small. Her butt and hips stretched the pink panties’ limit. Even her vagina was noticeable underneath the fabric. 

 But she looked so amazing. Besides, it was for her eyes alone.  If anyone else saw her like this, she would just melt. Right? Except for… Except for… 

She snaps out of the memory and ponders.

 Why… why am I so aroused? Who was I even thinking about?

 Distracted, Kalisha doesn’t notice her butt and hips grow to match her memory.  Though covered well, her ass swallows her newly formed matching panties. As a feeling of lust takes hold, her vagina moistens in anticipation.

But it didn’t take long, though, for the arousal to lead back to her anxiousness.  She looks around nervously as the crowd around her grows.

Calm down, Kalisha. The party didn’t even start yet. This is what I wanted, right? Darn, I wish Jason were here right now.

As she scans the room for her friend, she doesn’t notice the fabric of her jacket changing. It morphs around her bust and changes into a lighter green hue.

Unable to find Jason in the crowd, Kalisha’s nerves take hold.

 Cmon, Kalisha. Yes, I’m an introvert, but these parties are fun. I had fun at the last one. It was so packed, I could barely move. I had to stay in the corner with Jason. He’s such a cuddlebear. Despite everything, he even left early with me when the party got to be “too much.” We got burgers, and he walked me all the way back to my dorm. It was the best night ever. 

She tries to decipher her conflicting feelings.

I’ll feel better when the party starts.

 Suddenly, a DJ walks onto the stage. He flips a switch, and music fills the room. Cheers, follow. The party is about to get started. Right in front of Kalisha, a blonde classmate with puff balls and high heels walks up to her RA and starts grinding on him. Kalisha turns red. She didn’t want to look away. Did she want that? Did she want to do that? It’s like she was at the strip club. But was she the stripper? None of this made sense.

She stumbles back until she finds herself leaning on the bar again. She tries to rationalize her feelings.

Then again, that’s a lot of people staring and grinding against me... All those guys undressing me with their eyes…

I don’t want that, do I? Not with strangers. But maybe…Jason? Why did she feel excited?

The thoughts trigger another transformation. Kalisha’s eyes turn green, her shoulder-length hair forms perfect curls, and a light coating of makeup complements her puffy red lips. 

Comforting herself, she places her hand on her large chest. Her jacket is now transformed into a tight lime green sweater. Though modest, the sweater highlights her enormous bust. In contrast, her waist narrows as her skirt’s waistband hugs it tight. Despite the flannel skirt’s length, it can barely hide Kalisha’s larger thighs and even larger butt. She feels sweat pouring down her thigh-high stockings all the way to her red pumps.

Kalisha looks up. Within the sea of music, drunken screams, and bass, she hears a familiar voice. It calms her. As if she found an oasis in a raging sea.

Jason walks over with two mocktails.

Jason announces, “Hey, sorry it took so long. But I got us some drinks. I knew this place would be packed, but I didn’t think it would get like this.”

Kalisha softly responds, “Thanks, Jason.”

She stares at him for a bit. Her sense of arousal returns.

Jason smiles. He knew Kalisha really wanted to go to this party. She seemed so happy the last time they went out together. It was always nice to be together.  He wishes he were smart like her. She’s been excelling in every class, while he was struggling with Cs.

Kalisha said, “Hey, are you okay? You look… different.”

Jason blushes. Did he look different? In the dorm, he just changed into something casual, but everything felt tighter. Why was he wearing Khakis? Did he always wear Khakis? His hair was perfectly combed. Did he even have a comb? His white-collar shirt was nicely pressed. He could have sworn he just pulled out some old T-shirt. Didn’t he?

Kalisha questions, “Jason? Are you trying a new look? You kind of look like that actor from that Korean show.”

Kalisha examines Jason’s body. Something’s different. Her thoughts are interrupted when she notices his large bulge. She shakes nervously and blushes. She always knew that Jason was well-endowed, but he looks so much bigger today. It didn’t help that his dick was being squeezed by some tight Khakis. Attempting to hide her nervous arousal, she grabs the mocktail and takes a sip.

Jason stutters, “Sorry, Kalisha. I guess, I’m just nervous.” 

Kalisha reassures, “It’s okay, I’m here.”

She reaches out and holds his hand. The two look at each other fondly.

Jason explains, “Listen, Kalisha, about what I said before… if you want to go to this party, I’ll go to this party tonight. I can always study another time.”

Kalisha says, “Actually…”

Subconsciously, Jason raises his eyebrow.

Kalisha continues, “Could we just stay in and watch some anime after studying. You know I’m nervous around new guys, and I’d feel more comfortable with you.”

Jason mutters, “Oh, I thought…”

Kalisha explains, “I wanted to go to the party because … I wanted to be with you. That’s why I had so much fun last time. Even if all we did was stand in the corner.”

Jason admits, “Yeah, I guess we weren’t that social.”

Kalisha teases, “Cmon, I thought I was the shy one.”

Jason declares, “Well, let’s head back. We can still grab some books from the library.”

The two leave Fen’s, closer than ever.

Epilogue

In their dorm, after reviewing the final section of the study guide, Kalisha and Jason sit on the common room. They had always been close friends but tonight felt different. Kalisha leans over to Jason.

 Jason’s chiseled chest, strong arms, and sharp facial features rival her favorite male anime protagonist. His body was perfect. She could practically melt in his arms. Nervous sweat drips off her face as she nuzzles into Jason’s chest.

Jason is anxious, too. Everything seemed off. Was he always toned? When did he get abs? His pants seemed tighter. He isn’t even wearing a belt. His face looked so defined. At least Kalisha is here. Everything is better with her around.

Cuddling into his chest, Kalisha interrupts his thoughts.

She asks, “Hey J-bear, are you okay? You seem worried.”

Jason says, “Huh? Oh, I’m fine.”

Kalisha asks again, “Is it the test? We could study a bit more.”

Jason answers, “No. Thanks to you, I actually think I’ll pass. You’re the best study partner a man could ask for. It’s just… something’s off. I look… I feel different. I don’t know. I’m not making sense.”

Kalisha mutters, “I think I get it.”

  Confused, Jason asks, “You do?”

Kalisha explains, “Listen, at Fen’s, when I said I was lucky to go to college with my best friend… well, maybe I want to be more than best friends.”

Jason says, “Do you want to be like official study partners, that’s…”

Still sweating, Kalisha jumps onto Jason and gives him a kiss. It was a quick kiss. Short. Sweet. Innocent. But for the two lovers, it seemed like an eternity.

Staring at Jason, Kalisha’s oversized sweater puppies squeeze against Jason’s shirt. Her ass sits on top of Jason’s growing bulge as she subconsciously rubs her moist panties against his groin. Softly, she guides Jason’s hands towards her thin waist. Is this bold? Yes. Hell, she took the move straight from her favorite anime, but she needs to show Jason how she feels.

She softly murmurs, “I’ve liked you for a long time, Jason. Would you like to go on a date?”

She closes her eyes, waiting for an answer. The anticipation is killing her. Her nervousness has her on the edge.

Jason’s mind goes into shock. He looks down to see his best friend staring at him. She is perfect. Pouty red lips. Modest glasses. Luscious curly hair.  He holds her closer to him and responds with a soft, “Yes.”

Kalisha opens her eyes. She tears up with happy, anxious tears. The two embrace with a hug. It’s a dream come true. Neither notices Jason's phone vibrating on the table. The screen flashes: study partner found.