Crying For Ogre — Part 5

Part 1. Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Andrew was now a sexy woman on a Saturday night in a town full of parties and horny college guys.

And she was dressed to prowl.

She walked as quickly as her skirt and heels would allow, feeling the unfamiliar bounce of her breasts as she did. Several guys whistled or shouted lewd things (like she used to) but she ignored them. As she hurried down the streets, she didn’t notice as she passed by Cheryl. Cheryl looked at her and thought “tramp.”

Andrew reached the back of her fraternity house, but as there was a party going, it was locked. That didn’t matter — she knew the combination to the push button lock. She slipped in through the door and walked as quietly as she could up the back stairs to the third floor. She knew better than to take off her shoes as the floor could get pretty sticky and she didn’t want to ruin her stockings. Huh? She didn’t?

She listened at Grover’s door, heard nothing, and then slipped inside.

Grover had a bad night so far. First he made that chick Cheryl cry, and he tried to comfort her for like twenty minutes. Then he spilled beer all over himself. Fuck, fuck, fuck! He needed to change — maybe even shower, he thought as he walked up the stairs to the house, past the line of people waiting to get in. The party was now in full swing and he was sure the night would improve.

Yes, it’s true, (yes it’s true) I am happy to be stuck with you
Yes, it’s true, (yes it’s true) I’m so happy to be stuck with you
Cause I can see, (I can see) that you’re happy to be stuck with me

Andrew was stunned by what he saw in the mirror. She was beautiful! She had a heart shaped face, delicate chin, large blue eyes with bold makeup, and hypnotic red lips. Her hair was teased high and wide (which would’ve needed so much Aqua Net) and looked so hot. She wore three silver earrings in her left ear and two in her right, and a delicate heart locket that nestled in her cleavage. The short skirt hugged her curves and her legs seemed longer, or did her torso shorten? Andrew’s breasts really were bigger and declared for all to see she was now a woman.

She couldn’t help but pose. She was so hot! So definitely fuckable! Look at that ass! Those tits! Those legs! Amazi…

Grover opened the door and stopped, stunned. In his room was this amazingly hot chick checking herself out in his mirror.

“Well hi there” he said.

The girl jumped and yelped, then put her hand on her chest. “You scared me!”

“Sorry. May I help you with something?”

“Oh, I’m unh, um…” she said with her husky, sexy voice.

“That’s ok. What’s your name? My friends call me Grover.”

“Um, I’m uh… Amy” And she was. Her ID cards, licenses, everything now said “Amy Andrews.”

“Hi Amy. This is my room.” He laughed. “Can I get you anything? Like a beer?”

Amy needed a beer. She really needed a drink after all that had happened.

“Ok, um sure.”

“Stay right here.”

Amy was alone in the room. Grover didn’t recognize her. How could he? He was now all girl.

She took advantage of the time by running to her old room and finding her purse… on the bed? She quickly tossed money and her credit cards (now changed, though she didn’t know it) into the bag and made it back to Grover’s. She was posing in the mirror when Grover returned with a pitcher and three plastic cups (one for flip a cup if they wanted to play.)

Grover poured the beer; they touched glasses, and drank while they talked. Eventually, they sat on his couch. Grover made her feel beautiful and at ease. Amy remembered how often he busted on Grover for being a “nice guy” when she was Ogre, but now he was seeing how nice Grover was, and she was responding to it. She didn’t object when he touched her shoulder, or her thigh. Amy touched his arm occasionally as they spoke. Her apartment was just down the street, and she was a sophomore in business. She made up a whole background, not knowing that as she said it, it became fact.

You read me wrong
I wasn’t trying to lead you on
Not like you think
I didn’t mean to turn you on

The beer ran low. Grover broke out a bottle of wine and two almost clean glasses. They toasted again, and he kissed her lightly. She felt a strange thrill radiate through her body. She kissed a guy! Oh my God! She pulled away, smiled and sipped some wine. He smiled too, put his glass on the table, and she let him put hers there as well.

He leaned in and kissed her again – — deeper. Amy wrapped her arms around his neck as they kissed and caressed his neck. Grover caressed her new breasts, sending bolts excitement to her womanhood, which was becoming quite warm and wet. She squirmed a little and moaned.

They kissed and petted until Grover slowly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her lacy black push up bra. She pulled his beer-stained shirt over his head and tossed it aside. He stopped and looked at her, lingering on her breasts. “You are easily the hottest girl I’ve ever seen,” he said. She smiled and thanked him, then pulled him to another kiss.

Amy couldn’t understand it, but maybe she did. She really found Grover attractive, and wanted him more and more. Besides, everyone knew about Grover…

After a few more minutes, they stood and she unzipped her skirt. He dropped his pants. She was wearing silky black panties and he wore boxers. He guided her to the bed, where he stopped for a moment. Grover put James Taylor’s Greatest Hits on the CD player. Amy smiled — she knew that was the signal for other brothers not to disturb as this brother was getting laid. He turned back, held her hands, and looked down into her beautiful blue eyes. He smiled and she did too. She was so nervous she was shaking.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I’m chilly! I’m nearly naked!” Amy said, fibbing. Her nipples were very erect and he barely could stop from staring.

She has the power to go where no one else can find me,
yes and to silently remind me,
of the happiness and good times that I know.

They kissed again and caressed each other’s bodies. Slowly, her hands reached into his boxers and caressed his… yipes! She forgot how big he was! They both smiled as they kissed. They stopped and looked at each other as she caressed his cock. She smiled, and then sank to her knees, pulling his boxers down as she did. Two hours ago, she was a guy named Andrew, with a cock like this, and would never think of being with a guy. Now she wanted nothing more than to take this man’s cock into her mouth. She craved it.

She looked up at him, pushed the hair from her face, and kissed the tip of his huge cock. Then again. Then she licked it all around like an ice cream cone. Amy was trying to remember what the best blow job she ever had was like, so she could replicate it for Grover.

She licked up and down the shaft as Grover shuddered. Then she slowly took it into her mouth and swirls her tongue around the crown slowly. Grover gasped. Amy then flicked her tongue under the crown, just under the head. She then engulfed his cock, and then started taking long mouth strokes. She loved this — she really did. Ogre retreated further away in her mind as Amy took over.

Goodnight you moonlight ladies
Rock-a-bye sweet baby James

She alternated long strokes with several short rapid ones over the swollen, sensitive head. She paused at the tip, and then slowly lowered her mouth until Grover’s cock brushed past her tonsils. Amy tried to tongue his balls, and then slowly worked back up. She took Grover’s hand, and placed it on her left breast, where he started massaging. Amy started to suck a little faster, and then his precum leaked out onto her tongue. She then slowed to a stop, and smiled up at him. He helped her to her feet and they lay on the bed together.

She lived for three years in the house and had been with many women. Now, her fraternity brother was pulling down her panties and she shivered in delight of the thought of his manhood inside of her. She was now the conquest — the one laying on her back awaiting him. Her panties were on the floor and her womanhood was revealed for the first time. Grover put on a condom, and poised himself above her. Her eyes widened as she waited for the inevitable.

People can be so cold.
They’ll hurt you and desert you.
Well they’ll take your soul if you let them.
Oh yeah, but don’t you let them.

Grover looked into the eyes of the person who that morning was his fraternity brother, and entered her slowly. Amy moaned and cried out. It hurt yet it felt so good! He pumped her slowly and her hips rose to meet him almost reflexively. Andrew was now gone — there was only Amy: a woman. The spirit laughed and watched.

They had sex twice that night and many times after that. She attended the fraternity’s homecoming formal with him. Instead of wearing a suit like the years before, she wore a beautiful full length black gown which showed off her cleavage to maximum effect.

So don’t be afraid to let them show
your true colors
true colors are beautiful
like a rainbow

No one ever found Andrew “Ogre” Gruber. He vanished off the face of the earth. Amy so desperately wanted to tell someone, but knew she wouldn’t be believed. After ten years, he was declared dead. His pledge brothers had a plaque made for his old room, which was named in his honor.

Amy and Grover dated for over a year. She loved being back in the house any way she could. It ended when she walked in on Grover in bed with Cheryl. Amy cried for a week. The spirit smiled and moved on — the revenge was complete, although no one but the spirit knew.

Twenty years later, Amy Andrews Green sat on her couch and looked in an old photo album. It was from her college days and the years directly after. She remembered being Andrew, but that was so long ago. She was tastefully dressed in an ivory outfit with nice slacks, a top that showed a hint of cleavage, and pearl earrings. Her hair was shorter now, but still very feminine and her makeup was subtle. She looked at the pictures: Grover, graduation, her first time at the beach in a bikini (the day she met her husband), her fabulous wedding gown, and the births of her two beautiful daughters and her son: Andrew (she insisted on the name.)

Amy was once a wild rugby playing fraternity guy, but for reasons she never understood, now she wasn’t. She was a woman, wife and mother.

And she was happy.

All songs used were on the Billboard Top 100 at the time. Songs are copyright their respective owners and no challenges are meant to their status.

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