Andy banged on the door.

"Chris, you there?"

"Yeah, yeah, gimme a mo," came the reply. Footsteps echoed on the hardwood floor as Chris approached. "Come on then, let's go," he said, as he swung the door open.

Chris and Andy, both 18, had been friends for years, growing up in the same neighbourhood, going to the same schools, crashing the same parties. They were inseparable. This night was no exception. The School Prom was the venue for the evening.

The evening passed without incident, even though the boys had smuggled a couple of litres of alcohol in plastic bottles. At 10 pm, at the end of the evening, they'd finished the booze. Slightly wobbly on their feet, the teachers didn't say anything as they passed through the doors of the sports hall, and they made their way home. As they staggered towards their homes, in the same street, they laughed and sang at the top of their voices.

"Flipping Duck," exclaimed Chris, as he tripped over the kerb.

Andy laughed at his friend's clumsiness and use of the weird expression. Chris was well known around the school for not swearing, an exception among the teens of his class year.

As they approached their homes, Chris turned to Andy, "Well, I guess this is it. I'm off to Exeter tomorrow and hitting the Uni there after the hols."

"Yeah," sighed Andy, "Soz, we couldn't spend summer together. My folks had planned this holiday for ages, 'cos of my grades. I don't even know what they are yet, but they just know I'll pass and go to Oxford."

Summer passed by; the boys kept in touch by mail, Snapchat, Instagram, and every other method that youngsters of their generation used. Meetups were infrequent as they both had busy University schedules, and their peer groups evolved to focus more on their friends at their respective Universities.

---

After a couple of years, Andy noticed that the chats and messages from Chris were starting to become more infrequent. He tried to keep the lines of communication open, but it was becoming more and more work for Andy, and more one-sided. As time went on, Andy also made less and less of an effort. Until that day, it all stopped. Andy was studying so hard that he hadn't even noticed that he'd given up trying to keep in contact with Chris.

---

As the years passed by, Andy almost forgot about Chris. He married a fellow student, Jenny, and focused on her, making sure she was his priority. Occasionally, when he was nursing a drink, mellowing out, he wondered what became of his friend, the friend who had played a major part in his life.

Jenny and Andy returned to see his parents for the holidays one Christmas. They alternated between his parents' and Jenny's each year.

On Christmas Eve, Andy's Mum called out to him, as he relaxed on the big leather sofa with Jenny. "Andy, love, I've not got enough gravy granules for the next couple of days. Be a dear, and nip to the shops to pick some up, will you?" she called from the kitchen.

"No worries, Mum, I'll pick up some more wine too. That stuff you've got is as good as vinegar," he grinned, knowing full well that his mother would bite.

"You cheeky bugger, you. You're not too old to be taken over my knee," she exclaimed. Andy popped his head around the kitchen door, grinning as he blew his Mum a kiss launched from his hand.

"You coming with?" Andy said to Jenny.

"I'll stay here if you don't mind. Your dad was going to crack out some old family photos," she replied.

Andy knew full well that Jenny was making an excuse. She'd seen those photos hundreds of times over the years.

"Lazy sod," he said as he gave her a full and passionate kiss on her lips.

"Get a room, will yer," exclaimed his dad as he wandered in with the albums.

Andy grabbed his jacket, keys and wallet and headed out to the car. As he drove to the supermarket, the sun slowly set. The nights were slowly getting longer already, a few minutes each day. As he arrived at the supermarket, he parked his car, noticing that the car park was still jammed full of cars. Last-minute shoppers were trying to stock up on last-minute presents, turkeys and other sundries, to get them over Christmas.

As Andy wandered towards the store, he noticed a long-legged woman in front of him, blond hair down past her buttocks. She was slim and shapely. Andy increased his pace to see the front of her, to give a score out of ten. As he passed her, he thought to himself, "Definitely an 8, maybe a 9". As he glanced at her, going past, he noticed something. Something bizarre. He couldn't put his finger on it. The woman noticed him looking at her, and she bowed her head, skirting away from Andy.

"She probably thought I was a creep," he thought. "I shouldn't have made it so obvious. Damn. But there's something..."

Andy entered the store and picked up the gravy granules and headed off to the wine section, next to the fruit and veg. He noticed the blonde again, going through the fruit, picking each one up to test its firmness or ripeness. Andy looked at her briefly again. The woman went through the oranges, picking out the best, when suddenly, a couple of oranges rolled off the display and onto the floor. "Flipping Duck," she said under her breath. But just loud enough for Andy to hear.

Andy's mouth dropped. "Chris? Is that you?"

The woman had obviously heard and turned away. "Chris?" said Andy, a little louder. He darted around the fruit display and confronted the woman, "Is that you?"

The woman raised her head. "My name's Emily."

"Sorry, you look so much like my old best friend, Chris," blustered Andy. He looked into her eyes, searching for some recognition. "It IS you," he said.

Emily looked at him, flustered. "Not here. Meet me outside by the trolleys."

Andy, still shaken, gathered his wine and gravy, paid for them and made his way out of the store towards the trolley park.

After what seemed to be an eternity, Emily walked out of the store and towards Andy. As she approached, Andy looked up and smiled, "It's REALLY you. I haven't seen you in years."

Emily looked at him with a puzzled expression. "Chris is my dead name. I'm now called Emily." She paused. "I'm confused," she started. "You know I'm no longer a man? It is obvious after all. Doesn't it bother you?"

Andy, thinking for a moment, replied, "Well, you were my best friend when we were younger. Why should it bother me?"

Emily looked at Andy. Her eyes turned red, and she started to sob, "That's why I stopped contact with you. I didn't know how you'd react. You were my best friend too."

"Jeez, Chr-Emily," started Andy, "I wouldn't be bothered if you'd lost a leg, had full tattoos, or looked like a pug-nosed boxer. You were, er, are still my best friend."

Emily's sobs became floods of tears. "I've found it difficult for people to accept me for who I am. I was most scared about how you would accept me."

Andy reached forward and wrapped his arms around Emily, holding her tight. "You daft bugger. Nothing could change the way I felt about you," he said, whilst comforting Emily, as he felt her body wracking with tears.

After a while, what seemed to be an eternity, Emily stopped crying. "Thank you, Andy. Thank you so much."

"Com'on, let's grab a coffee," said Andy. "Let's catch up," as he grabbed her hand and led her to the store's café.

As they talked, Andy learnt more about his friend's past, how she'd always felt different and tried to fit in. She explained that Andy had always been there for her before she'd transitioned, always accepted her quirks and never judged anything she did. Andy grabbed her hands over the tabletop. "You were always important to me. I had the best time of my life when you were around."

The discussion went on for a while longer, with Emily explaining that she hadn't fully transitioned and there were still bits to sort out. "Yes, I mean those bits," she grinned.

Andy laughed, "You pillock, you. Mind you, after all you've said, I can see why you went no contact. But then again, you made a mistake. I'm me. I'm not here to judge you. I would have supported you. All the way."

Emily's eyes started to redden again. "You don't know how much that means to me."

Andy looked up at her, and as he did, he noticed the time on the clock. "Jeez, it's nearly 8. Jenny will be wondering where I am."

Emily looked over at him. "You're married. Of course, you are. It's been years."

"Funnily enough, Jenny's very nearly like you. Same height, figure, and stuff. Just a different hair colour. Look," said Andy, "Gimme your number. Let's meet up in the New Year. Promise."

Emily gave Andy her number. Andy looked over at her and tapped it into his phone. And then hit the green button. "Just making sure you're not trying to get away from me again," he said, as her phone started to ring. Emily grinned. "I couldn't, if I tried."

Andy leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek. "I never kissed you before."

"Yeah, as two boys, it would have been weird," she replied.

"I've really got to go. I'll be in touch," said Andy. "I'll bell you in the New Year"

"See you, Andy."

"See you, Em," said Andy as he got up to go. The feeling of using her new (for him) and real name just felt right. Emily smiled, "Speak to you soon. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you."

"And you too, Em," he said, "Have a good 'un."

---

As he arrived home, he grabbed the shopping and wandered inside.

"You've been gone ages. You drunk all the wine then," said Jenny, looking over.

"Met an old, old friend, didn't I? I'll tell you all about it later," he replied.

After dinner and the latest Christmas Eve film, Jenny and Andy went to bed. As they climbed in, Jenny looked over, "Go on, tell me all. I was going to call the Police to report a missing person!"

Andy rolled over onto his side and went through the events of the evening. Leaving nothing out. Describing his friendship with Chris, going to Uni, losing contact, and then meeting up with Emily again.

"Wow," exclaimed Jenny, "She must have been really scared, worried, or whatever. Luckily, I know you well enough to know you're not a whatever-phobe."

"Transphobe is the word you're looking for," said Andy.

"Yeah, but I meant you're not an anything-phobe," she replied. "So she's not fully transitioned yet? Still bits there, as she said," said Jenny, with a glint in her eye. "We should invite her over."

"She's not a curiosity, you know. She's my friend," retorted Andy.

"I didn't mean that, my love. Any friend of yours is a friend of mine," said Jenny. "If you've described her properly, then she's about the same size as me. We can swap clothes."

Andy grinned mischievously, "I'd like to see that."

---

New Year passed uneventfully, and Jenny and Andy went back home to Clapham, London. A week or two passed, and Andy thought, "Better call Em, as she'll think I've forgotten her already."

He picked up his phone and dialled her number. Emily answered on the second ring, "Hello?"

"It's me, Andy. You've forgotten me again?"

"Of course not. I forgot your number, though. I didn't save it in my phone."

"Wotcha doing this weekend? Fancy meeting up with Jenny and me? We're in Clapham."

"Oh blimey, Clapham. I've just realised we didn't tell each other where we lived. I live in Brum."

"Well then. You'll have to stay the weekend, eh? Come down on Friday, leave Sunday."

"You sure? What if Jenny doesn't like me?"

"Don't be daft. Jenny's already preparing her wardrobe to see what clothes you'll like."

Emily smiled on the other end of the phone. "This could be a good weekend," she mused.

"Okay then, give me your address, and I'll come down on Friday evening, right after I finish work."

Andy gave her his address. "See you Friday. Just bring yourself and nothing else."

---

Friday came by quickly for Emily, as she boarded the train. She still felt slightly apprehensive, but felt a warm buzz as the train made its way down to London.

Emily crossed over London on the tube, making her way to Andy's address in Clapham. When she arrived at the house, she rang the doorbell.

"I'll get it," a muffled voice cried.

The door opened, and Jenny stood there. "You must be Emily. Please come in," she said, as she gave Emily a peck on the cheek and a hug. "It's lovely to meet you at last."

"You too, Jenny. And call me Em. All my friends do."

"As long as you call me Jen then."

Emily followed Jenny into the living room. The fireplace was burning brightly, warming the room up. Emily removed her jacket, revealing her slender figure from underneath the bulky coat.

"Ooh, you're gorgeous," exclaimed Jenny. "We're going to have fun over the weekend."

Emily smiled at the compliment, whilst looking over at Jenny. Andy was right. Jenny was also very slim. Her boobs were slightly bigger than hers, but the shape and contour of her body were very close. Apart from facial features, they could have passed off as sisters. The biggest difference was that Jenny was a brunette.

"I can see you're looking at me," said Jenny. "Already sizing up my wardrobe?" she grinned.

"Was I that obvious?" laughed Emily.

Andy wandered into the room, wearing shorts and a T-shirt, despite the fact that it was around 5°C outside. He went straight over to Emily and kissed her on the cheeks and hugged her. All the nervousness evaporated from Emily.

"It's great seeing you again, Em," he said, "I'm glad you could make it. Come on, glass of wine to kick the evening off."

The three of them settled down. Jenny and Andy on the sofa, Emily in the comfy chair. Jenny lifted her shapely legs and rested them on Andy, as they chatted. The hours passed, and the wine and food flowed.

Around 11 o'clock, Jenny giggled, "I'm getting drunk."

"I'm feeling warm," said Andy.

"Me too," replied Emily.

"Come on Em, let's check my wardrobe out whilst Andy washes the dishes," said Jenny, as she grabbed Emily's hand, leading her upstairs.

Jenny led Emily to the master bedroom and flung open the doors to the wardrobe. The colourful dresses seemed to light up the room. Jenny flicked through the dresses. "No, no, not this one, no, no, Ahhhh, here you go," as she picked out a slim, long evening dress. "Try this one on."

Emily looked around. "Here?" she said.

Jenny giggled, "We're girls together, go on."

With a little bit of nervousness, Emily started to undress. She took off her top, then removed her skirt. Jenny looked over and smiled at the matching bra and panty set. A small bulge in the panties being slightly visible.

Jenny giggled again, "I'm going to try on your skirt and top," as she ripped off her own clothes, revealing her own red laced bra and panty set. The panties were slightly transparent, showing that Jenny was shaved underneath. Emily managed to refrain from gasping with a little effort.

"Let's get you in the dress first," said Jenny, as she picked it up and passed it over to Emily. Emily climbed into the dress and pulled it over her shoulders. Jenny bounced around behind her, her boobs leading the way. Jenny grabbed hold of the zip and pulled it up.

"Now give me a spin," she said. Emily turned to face her, looking very slim and elegant in the dress. Jenny let out a small gasp.

"Oh, you're gorgeous in that dress," she said, as she leaned over to run her hands down Emily's body. She moved her hands to Emily's shoulders and slowly ran them down. Gently down, barely touching Emily's breasts, as she moved further down, until she brushed her hands over Emily's crotch. "Oh wow," she gasped, "Oh wow."

She leaned over to Emily and kissed her. Gently at first, before wrapping her arms around Emily's neck and kissing her more passionately and deeply. Emily responded in kind, her tongue pushing into Jenny's mouth. Their breasts pushed against each other, as Jenny could feel Emily's bulge growing. Emily kissed harder as she moved her hands around Jenny's back, deftly unclipping the bra strap. Jenny released herself and stood back, dropping her bra to the floor. She looked at Emily, and swiftly removed her panties, standing in front of Emily, completely naked and shaven. Then she leaned back in and unzipped the dress, causing it to fall in a heap on the floor. She then unclipped Emily's bra and stood back.

Emily let the bra drop to the floor, showing off her own 34B breasts. Jenny leaned in again and kissed them, gently sucking each nipple in turn. Slowly, very slowly, she moved down Emily's body, kissing her as she went down. Emily sucked in a deep breath as Jenny reached her hardness, and she felt Jen's tongue move from the top to the bottom of her now, very erect cock. Jen moved up slightly, opening her mouth to take her member in her mouth, when she suddenly stopped.

Andy was leaning in the doorway, obviously very taken by the scene in front of him. Emily noticed the bulge in his jeans.

"Like what you see?" remarked Jenny.

"Oh yes. Why do you think I didn't say anything?" he replied. "Any objections if I join in?"

Emily started, unsure of herself.

"Don't worry, Em," said Jenny, seeing the look in her eyes. "Andy's bi, and I'm sure he'll be more than happy to take part. You're okay with this, no? We can stop if you're uncomfortable. It wasn't planned, but the alcohol made my inhibitions go away."

Emily looked down at Jenny, still on her knees, then over to Andy.

"It's not what I expected. I'm still a little nervous," she replied.

Emily looked at both of them again. Then she lowered her head and kissed Jenny. She turned and put her hand around the back of Andy's head and pulled him towards her, planting her lips firmly on his.

"I guess we're going to have some fun then," smiled Jenny.

Jenny looked quickly at Andy, then turned again, still on her knees. Her mouth opened as she enveloped Emily's hardness in her mouth. As Emily groaned, Andy took her head and kissed her again.

"I better get out of these, if I'm going to join in the fun," he said.

As Jenny worked her mouth up and down Emily's cock, Andy quickly disrobed. Emily watched as he removed his boxers, his hard cock springing out, 7 inches of thick meat. As Andy moved closer, Jen continued moving her mouth up and down Emily's cock. Jen lifted her mouth off Emily, with a slight pop, as she grabbed hold of Andy's prick and pulled him towards her. Jenny took Andy's prick in her mouth, swallowing as if in a rush. Andy kissed Emily again, their tongues dancing with each other.

Jenny stopped sucking Andy and lifted her head.

"Let's take this to the bed, shall we?" she said, her face flushed from sucking both cocks.

Jenny lay down on the bed, her legs spread wide, her pussy glistening with her arousal.

"I think you deserve the honour," said Andy, looking over at Emily.

Emily smiled and knelt between Jenny's legs. She swore she could feel the heat emanating from Jenny's hot and soaking pussy. Tentatively, Emily moved forward and smelled Jenny's arousal as she touched Jenny's pussy with her tongue. Jenny groaned with the touch, as Emily, seemingly building up confidence, started to lick and taste the juices that were now soaking her face. Emily ran her tongue up and down Jenny's lips, and dipped a finger into the warm wetness of Jenny. Jenny moaned again.

"Don't stop, just like that, more, more, pleaseee," she managed to squeak.

As Emily worked on Jenny's pussy, she felt Andy's hands on her bum. Emily squealed with pleasure as she felt Andy's tongue touch her anus. Andy licked and teased her ring piece as Emily tried to concentrate on pleasuring Jenny.

Andy withdrew his tongue and shifted his position. For what seemed an eternity, Emily thought he'd moved away, when, all of a sudden, she felt her cock being drawn into Andy's mouth. Emily gasped with pleasure, and for a second forgot about Jenny's pussy. Jenny looked down at Emily.

"I see what he's done," she grinned.

Again, without warning, Andy's warm mouth was removed from Emily's cock.

"Take me, Em. Take me," begged Jenny.

Emily moved up the length of Jenny's body until her cock was nuzzling at the warm entrance of Jenny. She gasped again as she felt the warm hand of Andy grabbing her prick and pushing it into Jenny's warm tunnel. Emily didn't need any more instruction, as she pushed herself into Jenny, starting to stroke softly and slowly.

"Harder. Faster," begged Jenny, as Emily picked up the pace.

Emily felt Andy's hands on her bum again, as her cheeks were pushed apart. Andy dived down and started to wet and moisten Emily's anus, his tongue slightly pushing in. Then Emily groaned as she felt Andy's index finger push past her entrance and slide in. Andy's finger worked at fucking her arse with a few motions. Andy's finger pulled out, and Emily felt his tongue moisten her again, all the time as she was sliding her cock, in and out of Jenny. Jenny groaned with pleasure at the friction of Emily's cock, her pussy juices soaking all over the bed.

"Slow down for a mo, Em," said Andy. As Emily slowed her pace, hearing a groan from Jenny, she felt pressure against her hole. With pleasure, she realised what was pressing against her. Instinctively, she pushed her arse back as Andy's cock entered her. She all but stopped, as she felt Andy start to move back and forth in her now stretched arse.

Andy started to pick up speed and move in and out harder and faster. As he picked up the pace, every downstroke pushed Emily forward, pushing her cock into Jenny.

Over the next few minutes, it seemed as though Andy was in charge of the three-way coupling. Andy pushing Emily, pushing into Jenny. Jenny cried out, "Oh, oh, oh, I'm going to cum."

Emily, seeing the contortion of joy on Jenny's face, also felt the pressure build up in her loins. "Me too," she gasped.

As if a switch had been flipped, Andy slammed himself into Emily's arse, pushing her forward on top of Jenny, as he shot his warm load of cum into her. This set off Emily, who felt her orgasm scream out of her body as she came in Jenny, feeling like floods and floods of spunk firing into her body. Jenny screamed at the friction and pleasure in her soaking-wet pussy, as her body started to shake with what she felt was the most powerful orgasm she had ever felt.

"Oh. My. God," gasped Jenny, as both Emily and Andy collapsed on top of her. "That was amazing. That was out of this world," she exclaimed. "But now you're both going to have to move. You're squashing me!"

Emily and Andy giggled. Andy withdrew his now softening prick from Emily's arse and fell to the side. Emily slowly withdrew her soaked cock from Jenny, and fell to the other side. All three of them lay on the bed, panting, whilst looking up at the ceiling.

In unison, they all exclaimed, "Wow."

"And this is only Friday," said Andy. "You're here until Sunday!"