48--CONTEMPORARY TV FICTION

"Remember some time back?" he began, his nudity burning red with shame. "You found those vitamin pills on my vanity? A couple of months later, I was bedridden, sick to my stomach?"

"Yeah," I nodded, frozen with fear.

"The scars have just about vanished," he droned, raising his exquisitely thin arms. "But what's inside's STILL there!" "What is? What's going on?"

"You asked how Jocelyn could be a boy. . .Because of ESTROGEN, that's how! We both take ESTROGEN!"

"Female HORMONES!" I cried in horror. "You knew?" "I was lied to at first." Whimpering, tears streamed down his lovely face. "Rita started me on low dosage pills, telling me they were vitamins. When Dr. Simms implanted stronger, time release capsules into my system, I learned the truth, but it was TOO late!"

"But why didn't you tell me? DAMN IT, Wayne! We could've got them removed or something!"

"I don't know. There's the contract, money. . .I don't know!" he sobbed. "By then, my figure already began changing!"

Wayne tucked his legs to his chest, shuddering like a scared rabbit. Watching him sadden, I felt his anguish and began gently caressing his baby soft back.

"You're a great friend, Ron," he thankfully sighed, gazing dreamily into my eyes. "Without you, I'd be...'

"SHHH," I smilingly hushed, pressing my meaty finger to his full, soft lips. "You know what they say?"

"Love means never having to say you're sorry?" "NO! Not THAT!"

Grinning demurely, a rosy flush filled his heart shaped face. "...A friend in need is a friend in deed?"

"BETTER!" Yet the starry twinkle in Wayne's doe-like eyes left me uncomfortable and I wondered if he REALLY meant the former!

For a long moment, neither of us spoke. I tried looking away, but couldn't tear my eyes away from Wayne's amazing womanly bosom.

"Curious?" he stammered.

"A little," I said trying not to stare.

His uncertain gaze broke into my hazy stare. "Go ahead. It's okay to feel."

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BOSOM BUDDY -49

"WHAT? Leaping high off the bed, my head nearly ripped through the canopy. "Are you CRAZY?"

"Go ahead, I WANT you to," he whined in desperation. "I want you to understand."

With all the strength his feminized muscles had, Wayne tugged my resisting arm toward him. As my hand neared his nubile bosom, I clenched my eyes shut.

"They can't be real?" I flailed in denial. Wayne made no reply. Then again, he didn't have to!

My hand lingered, gingerly probing his jelly-like mounds. Responding to my touch, his nipples swelled hard and large. But I became queazy and faint when part of MY anatomy responded!

"Wow," I whispered, "they feel so feminine. . .'

Softy cooing, Wayne delicately pressed his hands atop of mine. "They make me feel so feminine too. I never imagined I would like the having breasts. Your touch feels nice!" Feeling his nipples harden under my fingers, I felt a twitch. "CUT IT OUT!" I choked, yanking my hand from his gentle grasp. "This is not right!""

"What's right, Ron," he whimpered, his full, crimson lips drooping to a hurtful pout. "I only want you to know the truth. ..I like being feminine and I feel like a girl now."

Rubbing my palms, I futilely attempted to scrape off the feel of his breasts. But as Wayne crossed his arms, shielding his quivering bosom, I asked, "Will they get bigger?"

"Since Rachel's full chested, Dr. Simms says I have potential. But breasts are fatty deposits, so as long as I'm on a starvation diet, they won't grow much larger than the "A" cup they are now."

"WHEW! At least you got a chance to go back to your old self again!"

"Perhaps," he faltered, anxiously biting his lips. "Gosh, It's COLD in here! Help me with my nightie?"

His oblique reply bewildered me. Yet I didn't dare press him.

"PLEASE," he whined. "I'm FREEZING! Help me get this on.

I found Wayne's pink baby dolls atop his vanity bench. Just touching the lacy trim and gossamer silk gave me the willies! "YUCK!" I spat. "How do you wear this stuff?" "It's not that bad. Actually, lingerie's is fun."