Where's my dick?
Justin pushed his groin against JC's upper leg and instead of his usually hard member rubbing against his boyfriend, it was something foreign.
"Whaaaa?" he murmured sleepily. He was getting to the fully awake stage rather quickly. He had to inspect this for himself. How could something so big disappear like that? He was sure it was there when he went to sleep last night. There must have been a mistake.
Justin unwrapped his hands off of his lover's back and dragged it down his lower torso and felt his groin. His cock was gone. And his balls were too.
I have a vagina. How'd I get this? The newly created girl thought. Before Justin allowed himself to fully panic and let this fully set in, he decided to think along another route.
Well if I have a vagina, do I have hooters too? I bet I have a set of knockers. Let me check. And he did. But his chest didn't feel any different. They were slightly bigger but nothing to write home about. Which made Justin pout.
Somehow, he ended up with a vagina but he didn't get DD's to sway? What kind of injustice was this? He was flat chested all the time.
Wait, what the fuck am I pissy about? I don't have big boobs so what? I have a vagina.
A vagina.
A fucking vagina.
"A VAGINA!" Justin screamed loudly in bed.
JC jumped up rather quickly and fell to the carpeted floor. A very high pitched scream woke him up and he was not used to the high range. "Justin?" He called out groggily from the floor while rubbing his boxer covered bottom and scowled.
"JC baby?" Justin said in a higher voice than usual, looking panicked and at his boyfriend on the ground.
"Why are you talking so high? It's too early in the morning for games." JC whined from the floor. He was missing out on some prime sleep.
"JC do I look different to you?"
"No but you sound fucking different. Cut it out with that voice. You sound like a girl."
Justin sarcastically chuckled. "It's a funny thing you say that because I am."
JC picked up his pillow from the floor next to him and looked at his boyfriend. "You are what?"
"I'm a girl." Justin stated quite plainly.
JC blinked. "You wake me up and give me the scare of my life, not to mention fall hard on my ass to tell me some bullshit about you being a girl?" JC was grumpy. "You act like a girl all the time, Justin tell me something new." He glared from the floor.
"How about I show you something instead?" Justin lifted the comforter off his bottom half of his body and spread his legs wide for JC to see. "See? A girl."
"What the fuck?" JC sputtered in shock. There were girl parts in between Justin's spread legs. His head began to swim from the monstrosity and vulgarity of it all and he fainted.
*`*`*`*`*`*
When JC came to he was lying in the bed. Next to Justin, who covered up his normally naked self into a white tank top and a pair of black boxers. JC took in the attire and looked up at Justin. He looked the same. Same near baldhead, same cheeks, same blue eyes but no morning stubble. His eyelashes were a bit longer but other than for the vagina, it was the same ole' Justin.
"Umm?" JC didn't know where to start.
"I know. But I felt a little indecent being all naked in front of you. I mean boy Justin you've discovered and traveled and been through many times but girl Justin is leaning more towards lady so I had to cover my boobs and new cockless groin up," Justin smiled proudly.
JC squinted at his boyfriend, well girlfriend, him, her, it… shim and contemplated if during the process of losing his cock, did Justin also lose a bit of his brain cells. Well might as well tackle all the points so wrong in her speech. "Okay boobs? Where? Because if you didn't show me your newly acquired lips, I wouldn't be able to tell the difference. Although your voice is pretty high."
"Shut the fuck up! I have boobs!" Justin yelled at the man next to him.
"So you keep saying but you have to admit, the shirt you put on is close fitting and you have don't have knockers straining in there."
"What the fuck do you know? I have breasts, bitch!"
"Hmm? Are you PMS'ing or on your period as well because you are snippy."
Justin opened his mouth to rage further but curiously wondered to himself and quickly ran off the bed and into the bathroom. Five minutes later after making sure, he happily announced, "No I am not asshole. Now I can see why girls don't like being accused of that."
"Well whatever. Justin, do you realize what the hell happened to you? We are bickering if you are on your period or not which should be anatomically impossible but there you are checking out in the bathroom and bickering about your non existent boobs."
"JC, I thought we went over this. I have tits!"
JC rolled his eyes, "Fine, fine. You have a vagina and tits," JC snickered at the "tits" and carried on, "That is not normal. Dudes, especially for someone as flaming as you-"
Justin pouted, "I don't flame."
JC arched an eyebrow, "Oh you do doll. As do I but we're talking about you now." He winked. "You have somehow turned into a female overnight. I don't know about you but this is rating pretty fucking high on the odd spectrum. Why aren't you having a fucking breakdown? Your dick is gone! What the fuck am I supposed to do with you now? I'm gay!"
"So am I, baby. I mean maybe I'll lose the new vagina in the morning. I don't know how I got it but I might as well embrace it and have fun. I mean this is once in a lifetime stuff here. Oh my God, like now that I'm a real girl, do you think I like should stalk Justin Timberlake and stuff? I should like put up his poster on the wall or something, don't you think? I mean he is the hottest guy in entertainment today."
JC looked at Justin for a long moment, silently contemplating his next answer. "Do you know that you are Justin Timberlake?" He said it slowly as if talking to a four year old.
"Nope I'm Justine. Big difference, I have tits and shit." Justin shimmied his shoulders for shis boyfriend.
"Correct. You are Justin Timberlake with a pussy and supposed tits, a boy-girl person or shim. Shim works better in my head."
"I'm a girl. A sexy one I might add."
"Look whatever you are, do you know who I am?"
"Duh JC, you're my boyfriend and my lover," Justine sparkled when he…she, whatever, said that.
"No I'm not. As you pointed out, you are Justine Timberlake not Justin. I'm Justin's boyfriend."
"Well you can be Justine's boyfriend as well."
"Nope you see you forgot the most major thing. I don't dig girls no matter how masculine you still look. Until that girl part is gone, there will be no rocking in this bed. Girls are just ew." JC scrunched up his shoulders in revulsion.
"So you don't find me attractive?" Justin's/Justine's lip trembled.
"Well you look like Justin. Wait, what the fuck am I saying? You are Justin. But your new girls parts aren't really doing it for me."
Justin pouted and batted his…her…damn it, shis longer eyelashes. "So are we broken up?"
"Justine there's no we. I'm in love with Justin."
"We'll see if you can resist me," Justin/Justine smirked. "I checked in the mirror while you were passed out. I'm still a stud."
"Yes a stud. Girls aren't studs. Hence your problem. I'm going to drink some coffee because this shit is freaky and you're not freaking out nor am I. This is fucking weird, Justin."
"It's Justine." Shim rolled shis eyes and sighed.
JC rolled his eyes. "Oh God."
*`*`*`*`*`*
"What the fuck are you saying?" Chris asked the taller man standing in front of him. JC, after having ten cups of coffee, called his other three best friends and band mates over to witness the monstrosity that occurred in his and Justin's household, Ms. Justine Timberlake. Justine was more than happy to flit in front of the men and pronounce that shim was a woman.
"I'm a girl." Justin stated in his higher pitched voice, still clothed in the tank top and boxers.
Chris nodded his head with a look of non-belief on his face. "Well of course you are. You were always the girl in you and Jace's relationship. Tell me something I don't know."
Justin/Justine lifted shis shirt over his head. "See I have boobies."
Lance scrunched up his eyes. "Where?" He has yet to see any signs on Justin's body signifying that he was in fact a girl.
Justin jumped up and down for his blonde friend to see while his shirt was raised. "See I jiggle. Boobs."
"Dude I know chicks. And you are not one of them." Joey chuckled as he watched Justin jump up and down.
"Jace? Has Justin been sniffing markers or something?" Lance asked worriedly as Justin/Justine started to jump vigorously to show his friends that he indeed had boobies and was a girl.
"Baby tell them." Justin pouted and sat down on the couch, crossing his legs and folding his arms in a fit.
"He actually has a pussy." JC darkly filled in. He has begun to come to terms with what is between Justine's legs. Didn't mean that he had to be as excited as Justine was.
"JC! That's so vulgar. There's a lady present!" Justin/Justine reprimanded.
"Justin!" Chris began to yell. He didn't think the joke was funny anymore.
"It's Justine, Christopher!" Justin sharply cut in.
Chris looked at his silent and brooding friend for help. "JC what's going on here? Is Justin, wait I'm sorry Justine taking some sort of drugs I don't know about? We can get him, er her," Chris started to starch his head in confusion.
"I think of him as shim," JC said matter-of-factly.
"So Justine actually has a pussy?" Joey scrunched his eyes as he searched Justine's face for any changes, other than his squeaky ass voice.
"Joey I thought that I said that I was a lady. I do not care to hear such derogatory terms in my presence," Justine exasperated.
"But weren't you just shaking your alleged tits for all of us to see?" Lance asked out loud. "That is definitely a lady thing to do."
Justin/Justine shrugged. "Whatever, I had a slip up. I'm not a whore or anything."
"So do you like have a puss, I mean girl part?" Joey asked enthusiastically. "Can we see?"
Justine stood up and quickly dropped his boxers before JC could protest. The three men looked at the dark golden tuft in astonishment.
Chris started to stutter, "You're a uh, uh. It's a uh, uh. Y-You're…how'd y-you g-g-gg-get a…"
"I told you I was a girl," Justine crowed while JC held his stomach in disgust.
"What are we going to do now?"
"Play dress up? I was thinking of getting some mini skirts. Ooh I always wanted a micro mini. I bet I'll look super cute. And a bra. I'll need a bra," Justine clapped shis hands giddily.
"What do we always do in times of need?" Lance slurred darkly. "Go clubbing."
*`*`*`*`*`*
"JC do you think I look hot in this skirt?" Justine asked the annoyed man about the umpteenth skirt she tried on. After the guys and new girl decided on going to a club, Justine dragged JC and Lance shopping. Justine needed a new feminine wardrobe to compliment her sex change.
"You look like a man in drag. Like I told you the first time. Do you really have to go through this ritual? The make up and nail polish and girl clothes? You still look like Justin, Justine. So why are going through all of this?" JC sighed as he slid his foot into his shoe.
Justin bought not only clothes to JC's aversion, oh no. He bought ladies' perfume and makeup and a bra for his non-boobage. JC nearly lost it when Justine steered the two men towards a ladies lingerie store. He had to excuse the six-foot tall boy-girl going crazy and ordering twenty different shades of the same bra. JC quickly said it was for the exuberant he-she's girlfriend.
"Well I have to embrace my femininity."
"Didn't you already do that a couple of years ago?"
"Shut up. I was going through a phase. You're just going to have to accept the way I am now. Come on it'll be fun. Come help me put on my lipstick," Justine squealed and ran to the bathroom.
JC watched the chicken-legged man-woman run away from him in a red halter-top and mini skirt, showing the hairless, knobby knees. JC just couldn't get over the vagina thing. Justin is cross-dressing and begging him to help put on make up? When yesterday they had a marathon sex session during the afternoon and into the early evening. He felt his cock respond to the naughty thoughts of the things they did yesterday. He wished more than anything to have his boyfriend with a dick.
"Jace baby," Justine called out while JC shuddered. Damn that girly voice. "Come on and help with my mascara. I already done my lips, baby."
Ew, ew, EW!! JC quickly ran to the opposite direction and called out over his shoulder, "I have to change my shirt. I'm, uh, yeah." He quickly shut the bedroom door behind to block out Justine's response. "Please make him change back into a man…well fully. I don't know what he did to piss you off but I need my man back."
JC sat on the bed and reminisced about all of the boy on boy love that has been made on this bed. And this floor. And the walls. And in the closet. JC felt his cock twitch. He wished Justin was here to help him with this but his hand will have to suffice. Just as JC was getting into Justine made shis debut in full girly get up. JC's erection wilted.
"Ta-da! How do I look? Pretty?" Justin asked, fishing for compliments. He somehow fit his wide ass man feet in a pair of red lace up sandals and painted red lipstick on shis face. He had a light red blush on his cheeks and kohl around his eyes. He looked like a pretty man with makeup on but JC didn't say that. Justin hair did not grow any so his buzz cut was not adding to his supposed feminine look.
"You look butch." JC said morosely.
"Like a butch bitch?" Justin asked. "That's not the look I was going for. More of a Sinead O'Connor kinda thing but," he shrugged, "as long as I look hot."
"You really need a wig and shades because if anyone sees you, they are going to think you're in drag and you don't need the publicity," JC sighed.
"Good looking out JC baby. I never thought of that. See I'm growing on you. Before you know it you'll have me flat on my back, itching to pop my cherry," Justine winked and left to go look into his wig stash. He tended to wear one when he wanted to be incognito.
*`*`*`*`*`*
All of the guys and he-she showed up to the club. It was very typical to see the guys there when something happened to the mighty *NSYNC but there was no Justin present only a skinny, gangly, tall chick with a bad weave who kept giggling for the most dumb reasons in his place.
"Oh my goodness that guy over there is so checking me out," Justine cooed into JC's ear. "What are you going to do about it, baby?"
"Not a damn thing. But he's not checking you out Justine, he's just staring at you hair. Did you have to wear blue hair? I'm sure you had a blonde wig somewhere," JC rolled his eyes.
"I'm in a purple mood and I need to express myself." Justine started to rub JC's nipples but JC quickly turned towards the bar.
"Look I need a stiff drink." JC looked down at his shoes to mumble, "and a stiff rod to suck but I'll settle with the drink for now." He made his way to the bar.
Justine looked for his other friends but they seemed to have split up. Justin shrugged and made her way to the dance floor. Her favorite singer was being played and she had to dance to Justin Timberlake.
JC downed his drink and looked toward the dance floor from his perch on his stool. He saw in the center, long limbs flapping and purple hair flying madly in the air. Looked like Justine was having a gay old time. Shaking her ass and slapping her ass for the crowd will trying to some how test the laws of gravity- shis mini skirt rose higher and higher but shis thong somehow didn't show.
"Wow the freaks do come out at night, huh?" someone whispered in JC's ear. JC turned to the person and then smiled. "Hey Joey. Found the girl of the night yet?"
Joey smiled, "Nope. I'm not really looking for her. Justine sure can move huh? Have tried to fuck her yet?"
JC looked appalled at such a thought. "I'd never fuck Justine. I'm gay."
Joey smiled even wider. "Really? Cause I-"
Justine threw her arms over JC's head to cover the slender man's collarbone and shoulders, "Come dance with me, honey. I need my man to grind on me."
JC grabbed Joey's drink, not knowing what it was, and chugged it. "Why not?"
Justine jumped and wiggled shis ass as he-she held onto JC's hand and hauled the brunette toward the dance floor. A fast paced song was blearing on the speaker and Justine quickly turned his back to JC and backed his ass up to the older man's groin. JC hoped Justine was expecting him to pop out of his pants. JC couldn't seem to forget that Justin was Justine especially with that tacky ass wig on top of his head, swaying every which way.
JC moved automatically behind Justine and closed his eyes. Justine's ass felt the same, nothing wrong with that. And shim moved just like Justin. And with his eyes closed, JC imagined he was dancing with Justin and then his dick responded to that lovely thought. If Justine stayed just like this, it would be fine.
But obviously that wasn't to happen. Justine happily felt an arousal poking shim in shis backside and quickly turned around and wrapped a leg around the slender waist. "I knew you couldn't resist me," she squeaked in a breathy girl voice.
JC frowned and felt his arousal shrivel away. "I gotta go." He pushed himself away from Justine and made his way to the exit. Joey, who was watching the pair at the bar, raced toward the older man and followed him outside.
Justine pouted and then shrugged shis statuesque shoulders. "Must be too much woman for him. I'll make him want if I stay out all night. That will make him all jealous and then we'll have sex." Justine nodded at her ingenious mind.
So Justine partied it up until closing and had gotten a few numbers, much to shis glee. Justine threw shis high-heeled sandals and rubbed shis feet as he made his way into shis and JC's home. Justine had appreciation for the contraption women suffer through. Justine climbed the stairs and opened the door to their bedroom.
And got the shock of shis life.
Joey had his naked, hairy ass high in the air. He was laying face first on the bed shim slept in with JC lubing his horse cock up. The two ignored Justine as JC prepared Joey. Justine ripped shis wig and started to scream in a higher pitch than anyone has ever heard as he watched shis boyfriend fuck his best friend.
*`*`*`*`*`*
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Justin cried out in his bed from his horrific dream. He quickly grabbed onto his package and checked his man meat. "Oh shit! Oh Shit! I have my Johnson! I still have my balls!" He fondled himself to make sure this was not another dream.
"Yes baby," JC groggily murmured into his pillow. "You have a dick. Congratulations. Can you keep your self party down for a few more hours?" JC was rudely awoken by Justin's banshee-like call about his cock.
"JC you bastard! You cheated on me with Joey? How could you? Joey?" Justin slapped JC's naked back lightly.
"No Justin. I only cheat on you with you," JC grumbled into his pillow and hugged the other man to him. "Go to sleep. You had a dream or something."
"I lost my dick and got a vagina," Justin pouted. He sunk back into the bed from his upright position and hugged his love closer to his body.
"Well then you had a nightmare but you're okay. See?" JC grabbed onto Justin's impressive member. "We'll have fun with him later when I finished getting my sleep. So the quicker we go to sleep the quicker we can make love."
Justin snuggled into JC's arms. "I love you."
JC sleepily mumbled and closed his eyes, "Love you."
Justin waited for two minutes and then asked, "Do I look like I have boobs?" He got slapped in the face with a fat pillow.
The End