<strong>The Incomperable Helen and the Low Down Isolde<br/>September 5, 2012 - After School at the Compact and Bijou Black Shag Pad.</strong><br/><br/><br/>Isi showed Helen down to her room again, closed the door behind them and sagged against it a little. “Bleh.” She said quietly, before walking over to her oversized bed and falling face first onto it.<br/><br/>This time Helen had brought a change of clothes from home.  She’d left Mr. Baker’s room in her sweats with her gym clothes underneath, but had clean, fresh ones in her bag that this time wasn’t forgotten.  Helen stood by the bed and reached out to put her hand on Isi’s back, rubbing it in random circles for a bit before speaking.  “Can I use your shower?”<br/><br/>“Course yu’ cn’.” Isi mumbled into the bed, “Mmmmmmn.” The backrub really did feel nice, she turned her head a little, “Sorry, just a bleh kind of day today. Not you. At all. Never you.”<br/><br/>“You want me to rub your back first?”  Helen was already moving to sit astride Isi’s butt.  “Maybe you can take a little nap while I clean up?  That would be nice for you.  Then when I’m done I’ll come back in here.”<br/><br/>“Go shower.” Isi’s voice had strong traces in it of how relaxing the backrub was being. “Should come in there with you...”<br/><br/>“I don’t mind,” Helen said.  “I’ll leave the door open once I’m in.”  She rubbed Isi’s back for a few more moments then lifted herself up with her leg muscles and walked backwards off the bed without thinking about it.<br/><br/>The shower got hot quickly.  Helen set out her clean clothes on the counter, then stuffed the nasty, stinky ones in the bag.  Her hand shook briefly remembering what Mr. Baker had said about her ploy.  How he’d laughed and known she’d try to do something like that.  The bag was thrown against the base of the toilet and Helen stepped into the shower then pulled the door closed.<br/><br/>“Okay, Isi, “ she called out but softly in case Isi was asleep.<br/><br/>Isi, sucking on her own lips strode into the bathroom looking like she was feeling self conscious. She was naked, long thin legs, skinny as hell, no real breasts to speak of. She didn’t seem to know quite what to do with her hands, they sort of hovered, not quite willing to give in to covering herself. She was clearly unsure about this, but there was definite and clear interest given that she was here and walking towards the shower door. The hair between her legs was trimmed to a little triangular patch pointing down. Like the beard of the villain in a twenties silent movie.<br/><br/>“You really don’t mind?” Isi asked, sounding unsure yet determined.<br/><br/>Helen’s back was to Isi and she was looking at a bottle of shampoo.  Red hair was half in, half out of the water and the damp part was a darker color against Helen’s pale skin.  Short, but her legs were muscled like a swimmer’s and her buttock were tight little ostrich eggs.  Helen’s back showed significant muscle tone also.  “No, it’s fine,” she said.  “Is this shampoo?”  In her house, the bottle just said SHAMPOO often with a lot of Chinese or Viet or whatever written underneath and was on sale that week at the Dollar Store.  This stuff had an actual name.  And...essential nutrients?  Helen still hadn’t turned around, wasn’t even aware Isi was nude.  Her skin started to turn pink where the hot water was hitting it.<br/><br/>The door opened and Isi stepped into the large shower stall, closed the folds of the door again behind her. “If you like I can wash you?” Isi offered. “If you like.”<br/><br/>Helen stopped moving.  The loudest sound was water hitting tile.  When she’d said it was okay to come in there with here, Helen meant like sit on the counter or toilet and talk.  Not...wash her back.  Or any other part.  And so what?  It was no different than showering in the gym with the other girls.  Right?<br/><br/>Wrong.<br/><br/>But if she freaked out, Isi would be upset.  Maybe even not be her friend any more.  Or... or anything else.<br/><br/>“I can’t reach the top of my back so well, right in the middle?  Can you maybe wash there while I do my hair?”<br/><br/>Isi moved to sit on the little tile shelf on the right side of the large shower stall while Helen debated with herself. She nodded at the question, reached up, took down a bottle of shower gel from the shelf in the corner next to her, stood and moved around behind Helen again. “Of course.” A smile in her voice, a good big one.<br/><br/>There was the ‘clip’ sound of the little bottle of soap being flicked open and then the subtle sound of hands being sudded, then... Hands on Helen’s back, just where she indicated. Applying soap.<br/><br/>“Thanks,” Helen said.  Her skin flicked a little bit at the first touch then settled down.  She leaned her head forward and gathered her hair with one hand, drawing it over her shoulder then started to work the shampoo that smelled like flowers and money into her strands.  It wasn’t cold in the shower, not cold in the least, so why were her nipples suddenly sticking out like it was freezing outside?<br/><br/>Isi, or icy?<br/><br/>“I can do the rest of your back since I’m here?” Isi offered, without moving to do it. Her voice was a little deeper, just a little huskier than normal.<br/><br/>“S...Sure.  Thanks?”  Helen kept her head bent and washed the same piece of hair over and over without realizing it.  She didn’t dare turn around.  “Are...are you getting enough spray?  I can move forward?”<br/><br/>“We are worrying about washing you at the moment.” Isi smiled, her hands and soap moving down the other girl’s flanks, down to the small of her back and then back up. Making sure to wash each bit carefully.<br/><br/>Okay, you can do this.  It’s Isi.  You kissed her, remember?  And she is so so so pretty.  Just do this.  Helen took a deep breath in then held her head up straight.  Both hands came up and started shampooing her hair, making her small breasts lift up on her chest and showing Isi the muscles of her back.  And was it an accident her buttocks suddenly tensed, coming into smooth relief?  “Can you get my legs too?  Please?”<br/><br/>Isi was shaking just a little, trying not to let that movement transfer down into her her hands, she was so hot, her skin so alive. There was this insistent throbbing going on deep inside her in time with her heart. This was crazy. This was just what those assholes were trying to bully them about this morning. But... Fuck, if they were going to be bullied for something they might as well do it right?<br/><br/>Kneeling, applying more soap to her hands and warming it Isi set about soaping up one leg, working from the ankle on up, past the knee, working round to the front back down, then up the back of the thigh, the side of the thigh, the inside of the thigh.<br/><br/>“I’ll, um, I’ll get that,” Helen said unsteadily.  She felt that fluttery feeling in her tummy, only it seemed to be moving lower and getting heavier each moment Isi’s fingers lingered on her skin.  What was she seeing?  Did Isi think she was pretty?  That her legs weren’t all chunky with muscle and too short?  Helen swallowed then rinsed her hair and held out her hand for the soap.<br/><br/>“K.” Isi started on the other leg from the bottom, working her way up in the same fashion. She had what could only be described as a fantastic view. Helen had a magnificent backside, and the English girl found herself sucking on her lip as her eyes traced its lines, across, down, back up between the legs. She let out a very satisfied sounding sigh as Helen shifted a little. Her hand slipped a little further up the inner thigh this time, Isi was a little distracted.<br/><br/>Helen’s hand settled atop Isi’s.  It didn’t shove hers down, but it did stop it.<br/><br/>“Sorry! I was just...” Admiring your arse? Loving the view of your tight backside and the teasing glimpse of what’s between your legs? Distracted a little?”<br/><br/>“Just let me do it, okay?”  Helen applied pressure and started to slide Isi’s hand along her skin, soap sliding and slithering and cleaning even as it made her feel anything but pure.  She drug Isi’s hand across the bottom of her tummy, a flat taut thing with no give to it at all, then pressed it in and up like she was trying to hold something inside.  Helen shivered and blew out a breath through her nose.  “I’m okay,” she whispered, but to whom?<br/><br/>Slowly she drew Isi’s hand down across her pubis onto her mons.  Either the soap hid it or there was no hair to be found there.  Helen’s legs clenched together tightly, stopping the hand from moving between them, but she left Isi’s hands right on the front of her sex then removed her own.<br/><br/>There had been a gasp as Isi’s hand had been moved down, the tall girl had moved closer so as to allow Helen to move her hand around more easily and now a hard hot breath washed over Helen’s tight buttocks. Lips moved in and gently kissed the right cheek. The hand didn’t move. “I... I...” Isi’s fingers didn’t move, “You want me to wash here?” A halting breath, her tone needful, wanting, husky. Breath heaving in and out of her, felt strongly on Helen’s wet skin.<br/><br/>“No.  Yes.  Maybe?”  Helen shook her head but it was frustration, not a no.  “No.  Not yet,” she decided.  “But maybe someday.  God, I sound like that stupid song.”  She stepped forward, pulling Isi’s hand across her hips and away.  “Isi?  Can I turn around?”<br/><br/>There had been a little soft sound of disappointment as Helen had moved away, the hand held in the air for a few moments before dropping. A breath, then, “Yes. Yes! Of course you can.”<br/><br/>Helen turned. Her eyes were squinted shut and she had the funniest expression on her face, like she didn’t know what to do with her face.  Her right eye opened slowly, making her look like the world’s wimpiest pirate.  “Hi.”<br/><br/>Still kneeling, Isi was sucking currently on her upper lip, “Hey.” She managed after a moment. “You are beautiful Helen.” She blurted out in a rush, “So beautiful. I wish I could draw so I could convince you to pose for me.”<br/><br/>“You think I am pretty?”  The other eye came open and she went back and forth between smiling and looking uncertain.  Helen looked down between her small breasts and at Isi’s face, then went down on her knees and pulled the two of them into a wet, slippery hug.<br/><br/>“You really think I’m pretty?” she asked again.<br/><br/>“No.” Isi shook her head smiling, “I think you are beautiful. That’s way beyond pretty.” The hug was hot and close and very much returned in kind.<br/><br/>“Oh.”  Helen pulled her head back to look at Isi, then smiled and stood up.<br/><br/>“Hurry up and let’s finish.  I am so, so, so going to lay down in your bed with you and kiss you.”  She laughed, bright and a little wild, then began to hurriedly finish washing, bumping into Isi several times.<br/><br/>“I was going to finish washing you.” Isi mock pouted, breaking into a smile finally.<br/><br/>“Last one done owes the first one a dare,” Helen teased and then kicked the soap to the far corner away from Isi.<br/><br/>“Cheating on so many levels.” Isi pointed out her eyes narrowing, “You are half done, have far less surface area and are kicking away my good shower gel.” She was trying hard not to smile and not being entirely successful.<br/><br/>“Hey, I’m an athlete,” Helen said and whipped her head so her hair flung water all over Isi.  “I’m competitive.”  She giggled and then made sure to distract Isi every chance she could.  When it looked like the taller girl was catching up, Helen stepped out of the spray then elbowed the lever to full cold.<br/><br/>Which set Isi to tickling. Which under the circumstances seemed perfectly fair. Long nimble fingers ran over Helen’s sides quickly, teasingly.<br/><br/>“No fair!” Helen gasped between breaths and squirms.  “Quit it.  Okay okay okay, stop!  I’ll turn the water back on.”  She reached for the levers with one hand and slapped at Isi’s hands with the other.<br/><br/>The tickling ceased, and was replaced with a big wet soapy face to face hug. Isi lifted Helen a little, giggling.<br/><br/>“Careful!”  Helen was worried about falling on the slippery floor.  “Come on, let’s get out of here.”  She held Isi’s hand and pulled her out of the shower then handed her one of the towels before wrapping up in her own.  Her hair hung like red rat tails all over her face.<br/><br/>Tying her own towel off Isi stepped up to Helen and set to drying her, patting down her sides and shoulders. “So, I owe you a dare now?”<br/><br/>“No.  I was just joking around.  You don’t owe me anything Isi.  Friends don’t do that.  Like, real friends.”  She nodded in agreement with herself.  “Like James?  If I called him, he’d drop whatever and come help me.  He’s really nice.  For a boy.”<br/><br/>“For a boy?” Isi smiled a little, “You like boys?”<br/><br/>“They’re okay.  They have cooties though,” Helen said and laughed.  “Remember that?  Remember making cootie catchers and playing cooties on the playground?”<br/><br/>“No, but then I didn’t grow up here.” Isi smiled, “I think cooties is a north American thing. At least it is as far I know. We had other stuff back in the UK. Then in Canada I was a little old for that stuff.” She moved around and set about drying Helen’s back. “Explain the cootie catcher.”<br/><br/>“So, you like fold paper?  And again and again till it makes those little points and you stick a finger in each one?  Then you decorate them and put silly questions and answers inside and you do this,” she moved her fingers, “ and they get a question and an answer.  Cootie catchers.”  Helen held out her hand for the towel.  “My turn.”<br/><br/>The towel that Isi was wearing was handed over, “Oh, yeah, we had those. Can’t remember what they were called though. Same stuff, different name. I played that.”<br/><br/>“We should make some later,” Helen insisted.  She briskly dried Isi off, not gentle at all but not mean, bringing a rush of blood to the surface of the other girl’s skin.  “If we leave the light on in here, can we turn it off in your room?”<br/><br/>“We can turn them all off if that’s what you want.” Isi smiled, “You really like the dark don’t you?”<br/><br/>“Yeah.  It’s the best thing ever, until I met you.”  Helen blushed a little bit and looked away.  “But, leave this one on.  I want you to be comfortable too.”  She left the bathroom and went to turn the lights off in the bedroom.<br/><br/>Isi reached up and pulled the cord, plunging the bathroom into darkness. “You can lead me? I think you see better in the dark than me.” She offered an arm.<br/><br/>“Careful,” Helen said and came back for Isi. She couldn’t see, not a thing, but things were where they were and not where they weren’t.  Her hand unerringly found Isi’s and curled around it.  “Come on.  It’s right over here.”  She led Isi to the bed and drew her hand down to touch the side of it.  “Feel it?  I’ll get in on the other side.”<br/><br/>Slipping under the covers in the dark with Helen. It was right. And the hot throbby feelings were so very much in evidence. They hadn’t gone away since the shower, well, since the idea of jumping in the shower with Helen had entered her head that morning really, but they were very strong now. They were both naked. It was... So right. “How you do that, with the dark? Its very cool.”<br/><br/>“Same way you look like me?  I don’t know?”  She let the towel fall onto the floor and pulled the covers up to slide under them.  Isi was a warm, still slightly damp but lovely heat beside her.  Helen turned onto her side and laid damp hair and head on Isis’s chest, very aware of the almost not there, small breast she was resting above.  They were so adorable.  Not like the cheerleaders’ and their fake ones.<br/><br/>It was hard to know what to do with your hands, where they should go. Isi settled for resting the one on the Helen side on the other girl’s belly for now, just below her breasts. “I tried to do it again after you left yesterday. A lot. I didn’t do my homework, just sat around and tried to make my hands small again. I couldn’t do it. They wouldn’t look like yours.” Each breath lifted Helen’s head just slightly, then lowered it again.<br/><br/>“Good.  I don’t want to snuggle with me.  I get to do that all the time.  I want to snuggle with you.”  She turned her head and found Isi’s lips.<br/><br/>The kiss was a shock at first, but a very pleasant one. She found herself sucking gently on Helen’s upper lip. “Mmmmmm.” Her hands moved to hold the gymnasts sides, then to explore her back. Pulling back from the kiss for just a moment, “Hey, you can snuggle with me whenever.” A big smile, likely lost in the dark, but audible, then back to kissing.<br/><br/>“I wish I could spend the night,” Helen said wistfully.  “That would be so amazing, don’t you think?”  She kissed Isi again, then opened her mouth and sighed into the other girl’s before breathing in, taking the air from Isi’s mouth for her own.<br/><br/>Isi pulled back smiling and giggling, “Hey, I was using that air. That was mine.”<br/><br/>“Oh.”  Helen took a deep breath then sealed her mouth over Isi’s and slowly, gently, blew it out into the taller, prettier girl’s.  “Better now?”<br/><br/>“Oh yeah.” Isi bit her lip for just a moment, rolled herself on top of Helen and kissed her again, “Being here, with you? How could anything be better?” She returned to the kissing, teasing Helen’s lips with her tongue.<br/><br/>“I don’t know,” Helen said gently.  “I didn’t think I’d ever feel like this. Well, not really.  I mean, I didn’t even know I could feel like this.  Like I’m special when I’m with you, Isolde.  Like you look at me and don’t see me, but you see me like I want you to see me.  Like I see you.”  Her fingers stroked through Isi’s damp, short hair in meaningless patterns.<br/><br/>“You are beautiful and fun and interesting and cute and petite and girl in ways that I’m not. I’m too skinny and I lack for tits. I have boy hips.” Isi smiled a slightly wan smile, “You are amazing. I... I was staring at you before. In the shower? I couldn’t help myself.”<br/><br/>“You make me feel like it’s the truth,” Helen said.  “I know you were.  I could feel it.  Like, like little hot touches everywhere.  It made me...”  Helen bit her lip.  “Do you ever, you know, touch yourself because you just feel like if you don’t you’ll melt or you can’t breathe?”<br/><br/>“Oh, hell yeah.” Isi took a very deep breath, held it, let it out in a rush, “After you left last night? I didn’t try the hands thing straight away. I was a little distracted at first.”<br/><br/>“Isi?”  She put her hand around Isolde’s right wrist.  “Try it now?  See if you can make it mine?”<br/><br/>Isi’s mind flipped for just a moment, then the ‘make it mine’ bit sunk in, she realised she had been holding her breath, she let it out, sagged on top of Helen a little, realised that in doing so she had lowered her vulva against the other girl’s leg and lifted back up again quickly. “Ah... Okay.”<br/><br/>Rolling off to the side again Isi lay still and started to concentrate, stopped, “Ah, I won’t know if it’s working? Plus, can I touch you? I was thinking about it and it seemed to work better when I was touching you.”<br/><br/>“Hang on.”  The bed lost her weight and she went to the bathroom and turned the light on, then drew the door shot so only a sword of it slashed the darkness, giving just enough light to see by.  “There.”  Helen moved back into the bed and sat cross-legged beside Isi.  “Okay.  Now?”<br/><br/>“Okay.” Isi held out a hand for Helen to take, found herself staring again. “Beautiful.”<br/><br/>“Thank you.  Now, um... I don’t know?  I just talk to mine, and coax it and promise it that it’s okay.  Maybe that will help for you?  But, it’s you not something else?  I don’t know.”  She took Isi’s hand.<br/><br/>“K.” Isi concentrated, hard, her lips moving but no sound coming. She sat and tried, tried hard as she could to will her body to change, to become, to shift to being Helen, or part of Helen.<br/><br/>The light came on outside Isi’s bedroom door, showing around the edges and footsteps could suddenly be heard descending the stairs that lead to the basement.<br/><br/>Isi’s eyes went wide, only suddenly they weren’t Isi’s eyes, they were Helen’s. In her panic at hearing someone coming down from upstairs she had shifted completely all at once.<br/><br/>“Oh shit!” Helen, the real Helen, whisper shouted.  “Isi!”<br/><br/>“Shit.” Not Isi’s voice, Helen’s. “I... Fuck.” She motioned for Helen to go to the bathroom. “That’s not... I’m not me?” Her hands went to her chest, finding the breasts that were not her own. “Shit.” Quieter, but more panicked.<br/><br/>The footsteps reached the bottom of the stairs and headed up to Isi’s door. Someone knocked. “Isi, you home yet?” Her brother.<br/><br/>Helen sped across the floor like she was late for a turn on the bars, feet pounding hard in her haste, and grabbed the edge of the bathroom door to stop and swing herself around out of sight before shutting it, cutting off the light.  “Shit shit shit shit,” she whispered, then had the absurd compulsion to giggle.<br/><br/>“Isi?” Geoff’s voice the other side of the door, “You are in there, I can hear you. Look, Mum is out tonight, so we are doing our own dinner. I wanted to know if you would like to share a pizza? Can I come in? If you don’t answer in a minute I am just going to come in anyway and see what crazy shit you are doing in there.”<br/><br/>Isi was in a panic, the breasts hadn’t gone away. Her voice might still not be her own. She was under the cover’s perhaps she could... She turned over away from the door, she wasn’t tall enough, not nearly tall enough, but Geoff wouldn’t likely notice. If he actually did open the door it would just look like a red headed girl in the bed resting right? Yeah, maybe. Helen’s hair was darker than hers, but it was dark in the room. And it was the best plan she had.<br/><br/>In the bathroom, Helen clamped a towel over her mouth and giggled into it, hysteria and fear mingled together.  It wasn’t funny!<br/><br/>“Are you... Are you in there giggling?” Geoff’s voice, the shadow against the light under the door moved a little, “Okay, well, I will make this pizza and have like a third of it, if you and the munchkin want some have some, if not, I will eat the rest later.” Sounds of someone walking away and heading back up the stairs.<br/><br/>Isi breathed a sigh of relief and found she was still holding her breasts, well, not her breasts, Helen’s. It was odd. It was her skin, but so not her skin. She had wanted proper breasts ever since puberty had kicked her in the head years ago, these were... Perfect. Just right. And Helen’s. Her nipples hardened against her hands at that thought.<br/><br/>Helen was sitting on the floor, almost red with lack of breath, still giggling into the towel for a bit.  Finally she wa able to stop.  Well, mostly stop.  She came back to the bed, hiccuped, then started giggling again.  “Oh my God!”<br/><br/>“That was close.” Helen’s voice still. “Too close. Why did I do that? I couldn’t do that all last night.” She moved her hands down from her breasts somewhat reluctantly, remembered the mole, tried to slide a hand slowly down to find it again.<br/><br/>“I don’t know but I thought I was going to pee myself,” Helen said and then started giggling again.  “Oh my God, you should have seen your..my face!”  She hiccuped, then again, and finally got it under control.  “Come on,” she took Isolde’s hand and led her to the bathroom.  “Look.”  She stood side by side with herself in the mirror.  Somehow, even though it was Isolde, it wasn’t weird.<br/><br/>“I’m too short. Its weird. Like, everything is on a different level. How can I do that? Its not possible. I can’t...” She rushed over to the cabinet under the sink, dug in it, pulled out her bathroom scales, stood on them. “No. I’m still as heavy as I was this morning. Oh, unless you weigh the same as me?”<br/><br/>“Maybe.  Muscle weighs a lot.”  Helen playfully shoved the other Helen off and took her place.  “Same?”<br/><br/>“Less. Not by much, but less. Like, my volume has changed but not my mass?” Isi smiled over at Helen.<br/><br/>“Science isn’t my good subject.  But...can you do this?”  Helen rolled her shoulders to loosen up, then did a back bend walkover with fluid, effortless ease.  “Try it.  I’ll spot you.”<br/><br/>“Spot for me?” Isi asked clearly perplexed, while taking the opportunity to unabashedly admire the girl on her bathroom floor.<br/><br/>“Catch you if you slip, and help you through if you lose it.  Don’t be afraid.  If you’re in my body, it knows what to do.”  Helen moved to give Isolde room and stood by her side, arms ready.<br/><br/>“I don’t know if muscle memory is part of it?” Isi sucked on her, well, Heather’s lips for a moment, “Okay. So I just sort of fall back and catch myself? Or should I start on the floor?”<br/><br/>Helen put her hands in the small of Isolde’s back.  Now that she was gymnast sized, it was a perfect match.  It looked weird, like she was outside herself looking in, but cool too.  Like a training film.  “Okay, feel my hands?  That’s the pivot.  Arms up, palms to the ceiling, then bend back and squat at the same time to keep your center.  Come on, you can do it.”<br/><br/>Isi followed the instructions to the point where she was about to overbalance backwards, “This feels really quite wrong.” Still Helen’s voice, “I need to just trust you right? Yup.” She offered a smile, there was a deal of ‘I’m unsure about this, yet I am going to go through with it because you want me to’ about it.<br/><br/>Isi was on the floor a few moments later in something like the same position Helen had been in, though it was clear that while her joints were as flexible as Helen’s she had no clue what she was doing or how she was doing it.<br/><br/>“Coach would laugh herself sick if she saw me do that.  Sorry, Isolde.  I guess that being in my body isn’t exactly the same.  Here, just relax,” she moved her hands and got her feet and legs under Isi and lowered her to the floor.  “But, I bet you can’t bend your body like that, can you?”<br/><br/>“Like what?” Isi relaxed onto Helen’s limbs for a moment before extricating herself. It was deeply strange to have breasts and to hear another’s voice, a voice that you really liked, a lot, when you tried to speak. “How in the hell does this happen? I can’t stay like this.”<br/><br/>“Like you just did.  Isolde, it takes years of practice to be able to manage that when you’re my age.  Little girls, sure.  Maybe up to 9 or 10, but if you tried it, you’d throw something out.  So, like, you don’t have my skills?  But you have my body.”  She looked down, “Mole and all.”  Helen, the real Helen, suddenly flushed.<br/><br/>Isi glanced up, then down, then over at Helen’s mole, at her own. “Oh.” She blushed, all over. “Cute mole.” She mumbled.<br/><br/>“Think Geoff would have liked it?”  Helen grinned and eeled past Isi before she could grab her and headed for the bed.  Less than halfway there she flowed into a cartwheel and landed in the bed on her knees, barely bouncing the mattress.<br/><br/>Isi had started to follow, then stopped and just admired, not aware of the room returning to normal proportions as she did. As she stepped forward again she stopped with her foot just lifted, glanced down. “Oh. Hello flat chest. Hello mosquito bites. Fancy meeting you here.”<br/><br/>“Hey, when...  Does it hurt?  I mean, like that movie when they turn into werewolfies?”  Helen looked at Isolde and felt that funny feeling again.  She wasn’t flat chested, she was just perfect.  So what if her boobs weren’t big.  They were hers, Isoldes, and looked pretty and puffy.<br/><br/>“No. I don’t really... Maybe a bit of tingling? I don’t know though. I don’t seem to notice most of the time so I suppose it doesn’t really feel like anything?” She blinked, shrugged a little, started walking again, “Oh, boy hips. Your hips swing more. Yours feel more sexy.”<br/><br/>“They do?  What else?” Helen said and pulled back the blankets for the two of them.  “What else feels real different?”<br/><br/>“I don’t have breasts. Those feel different. Quite amazing actually.” Isi sat on the bed, looking a little embarrassed. “Ah, the hip thing? You have that sort of rolling wiggle when you walk that girls should have? I just sort of don’t. I think I grew wrong.” Isi blinked, “Though, you know? If I can do this changing thing? Maybe I can sort of borrow bits? Like with your hands before? So I could have breasts?”<br/><br/>“If you can control it.  I mean, if you can think of what you could do.  You could look like anyone.  Even Chloe.  The cheerleader?  She’s so beautiful.”  And if Isolde could look like her, why did she need Helen?  Chunky, spunky, twunky dunky Helen.<br/><br/>“I could... But I wouldn’t be me then?” A small smile. “I mean, inside sure, but outside?” She fell over sideways her crossed legs remaining so sticking up and looking strange. “I don’t think I would make a habit of looking like Chloe. Or any of that lot. The cheerleaders all seem to vacuous.”<br/><br/>“What does that mean?”  Helen dragged a blanket across Isolde and then laid down with her head on Isolde’s belly.  “Like a vacuum cleaner?”<br/><br/>“Similar to the idea that there is nothing in their heads but vacuum and the word ‘like’.” Isi smiled a lot, imitated a ‘valley girl’ voice, “So, like, I went down on this guy and it was all gross and covered in this, like, gross stuff at the tip? Tasted of, like, salty milk.” She sighed, “If you can take the word ‘like’ from the sentence and it will still make perfect sense it shouldn’t be there.”<br/><br/>“I say like a lot.  I’ll, like, pooh!  I’ll try to watch it.  It’s, just, everyone does it.  Right?”  She thought about what Isi had said.  “Does it?”<br/><br/>“Does it what sorry?” Isi asked, she suddenly felt bad, she didn’t mean to be inadvertently criticizing Helen.<br/><br/>“Does it taste like salty milk?  A guy’s...stuff?”<br/><br/>“I don’t know. I made that up. Never had occasion to find out.” Isi took to blushing again. “Sorry. Just on the internet they go on about certain bodily fluids tasting like ‘salty milk and coins’ a lot and it popped into my head.”<br/><br/>“Oh.  I’m glad.  I don’t know, I mean, in your mouth?  His thing?  It’s just gross sounding.  And it’s got to smell.  Guys are nasty.”  She shuddered, head shaking Isolde’s belly.<br/><br/>“What about girls?” Isi asked carefully.<br/><br/>“Girls are nasty too.  You ever been in the gym changing room?  Gross.  Oh, wait, you mean like, with a guy’s, you mean girl’s like, like that?”  Helen’s hands made helpless little gestures over her chest.<br/><br/>“I meant more would you have a problem going down a girl...” Isi said quietly.<br/><br/>There was a long, long silence.<br/><br/>“I don’t know, Isolde,” Helen said in a church mouse voice.  “I’ve...like when you touch yourself?  You know how it gets on your fingers?  I, um, I smelled it before.  I thought it was pee but it’s not.  It’s different.  Slippery.”<br/><br/>“I tasted it.” Isi said quietly. “I like it.”<br/><br/>“You did?”  Helen turned on the bed and looked down at Isolde.  “Like, yours?”<br/><br/>“Yeah. I like it.” Isi’s voice was quiet still, almost a whisper. “I like the smell, the taste... I think about it sometimes. Like, what it would be like to taste someone else? It’s really exciting.” Isi’s heartbeat had gone up considerably since this subject had come up, her breathing was a little less controlled now.<br/><br/>“I think,” Helen said slowly, “I think that’s okay.  It’s not bad?  I mean, I know people do it.  Guys and girls, I just haven’t ever done it.  Not even with my own.  Wha,..it’s not gross?  It doesn’t taste bad?”<br/><br/>“I don’t think so? I really like it.” Isi swallowed, “A lot. Its something I shouldn’t have told you right? Too much information?”<br/><br/>Helen shook her head.  “No.  Not TMI.  It’s something it’s okay to tell a friend.  Someone who you care about.  I mean, we shared the same body,” Helen laughed a little bit.  “You were me, even for just a little bit, so hating you would be like hating me.  And I don’t want to argue with you.  Do you know how bad I felt last night when you didn’t call?  I don’t want that feeling again.”<br/><br/>“Oh, yeah, I have been feeling awful about that.” Isi admitted, “Terrible. Horrible. So I suppose me telling you something so personal is the least I can do.”<br/><br/>“Do you want to taste me?” Helen blurted out suddenly.<br/><br/>Isi was lost for words for a moment, “Oh, I... Yes? Yes.” She blinked a few times. “That... So much.” She grabbed a pillow and hid her head under it.<br/><br/>“Be me again.”<br/><br/>“I don’t know how.” Isi said with a sigh, “I wish I did.”<br/><br/>“Poo.”  Helen pulled Isolde’s pillow away from her head.  “You can do anything, Isolde.  I’ve seen you do it.  You don’t know how to fail.  Come on,” she took Isolde’s hands in her own.  “Think about it.  About the walkover.  About my hips. About my voice and being short.  You can do this.  Be.  Me.”<br/><br/>“I...” Isi glanced over at the bathroom. “Wait.” She bounced up off of the bed and over to the other room, killed the light, and walked more carefully back to the bed. Finding the foot with her hand before climbing back up onto the bed itself. “Okay.” She held up her hand again.<br/><br/>“Come here,” Helen said and scooted with Isolde to the edge of the bed.  “Sit on the edge.  Put your feet down.”  She pressed into Isolde’s back and moved her legs so Isolde sat between them, bare skin pressing on bare skin.  “You okay?<br/><br/>“Yes.” Isi was breathless. Helen was right there, “I... I don’t know how to do this. But I can try.” She ran her hands up Helen’s legs, her heart was going like a triphammer. Her breathing was ragged. “Your skin is so smooth.”<br/><br/>“Thank you.”  Her hands found Isolde’s and lightly encircled the wrists.  She left them in contact with her thighs, even moved them a little bit.  “I like it when you say stuff like that, Isolde.  Now, um, just think  about being me.  Think if your skin felt like mine.  Your hands were my size.”<br/><br/>“Hard to concentrate.” Isi admitted, “You are right there, and warm and soft and cute and kissable.”<br/><br/>“I know,” Helen said.  “I almost forgot what we were doing.  But come on, Isolde.  You’re so much smarter than me, you can do this.  Figure it out.  Just...feel being me again.”<br/><br/>Isi was hyper aware of Helen’s breathing, her touch, her warmth, her voice, it was making her own body do backflips. “I should be facing the other way.” She managed after a few moments, “No, then I would just just be kissing you again.”<br/><br/>Shutting her eyes tight she tried very hard, very hard indeed, to picture in her mind what the swing of those hips felt like, how it was to have those smaller hands, the heft of the breasts.<br/><br/>It was very slow this time, things were almost glacial and it was hard to tell if it was actually happening at first or if she was imagining it, but Isi did start to shrink down, to become smaller. To become Helen.<br/><br/>This was the first time she’d seen it, felt it.  It was like Isi was melting, only not, and Helen was more than a little squicked out by it.  It was a movie special effect come to life, but it was still just Isolde.  So it was okay.  It was okay.<br/><br/>She waited until the change, the transformation, was complete, then leaned forward and hugged herself to herself.  “You did it!  You’re so good, Isolde!  So clever!<br/><br/>Isi opened her eyes slowly, gasped as she felt Helen hugging her, breasts on her back. Legs closer to her, hot body on hot body. “Mmmmm.” She glanced down at herself, “I have your breasts again.” It was Helens voice, “That took way longer than it happens by itself.”<br/><br/>“But you were able to control it,” Helen said.  “Not let it control you, like when your brother was coming down here.  Oh my gosh, I thought we were so busted.”  She laughed then urged Isolde, herself, to turn around.  Helen’s hand came up and caressed that face she saw all the time in the mirror.  Explored it with her thumb then leaned forward and kissed Isolde slowly, gently, parting her own lips.<br/><br/>Shivering at the touch Isi returned the kiss hungrily. She had turned around and found herself the same height as Helen, given the other girl a slightly unsure and lopsided smile before gasping and closing her eyes again as her face was explored. Then lips found hers, she melted a little, no, a lot, inside, the throbbing she had been feeling running up to fever pitch, she scooted closer<br/>pressing herself harder up against Helen. Hands moving to hold her, one slipping around the gymnast's waist the other up behind her head. “Mmmn.” Isi’s tongue slipped out to run along Helen’s lower lip, legs pulling her closer still, heels pressing against Helen’s backside for leverage.<br/><br/>“Isolde,” she murmured, lips sliding along lips and then her tongue slinking out to touch the other girl’s.  Helen sighed happily, feeling beautiful for once, feeling so desired by Isolde.  It was the most wonderful feeling ever, better even than the ache growing in her breasts.  She knew exactly what Isolde must be feeling and decided to use that knowledge.  With the intimate experience gained from late night explorations in her own bed, Helen slipped her hand up to cup a breast that was so familiar, but still brought a tingle between her legs.  A thumb brushed firmly across Isolde’s nipple, then again, then a third time that turned into a slow, circling touch that she knew would drive herself crazy.<br/><br/>“Oh...” Isi gasped around the kiss, lost it, head falling to Helen’s shoulder, shivering again, deeply, powerfully, “Fuck.” She was gasping for breath, chest heaving. “Oh.” Her mind was a mass of strange signals and it was all quite overwhelming, she couldn’t think straight, couldn’t concentrate. And she loved it. Needed it. Wanted it. Every moment for the rest of her life should be like this.<br/><br/>“I know.  Shh, just feel it,” she urged and then lowered her head and for the first time, placed her tongue on another girl’s nipple.  It was harder than she thought, and softer too, and it felt so perfect.  Helen lapped like a kitten at a saucer, tongue hot and wet and so gentle.  She pulled Isolde to her and then began to suckle.<br/><br/>Another gasp, more shivers, the hand on the back of Helen’s head was joined by its opposite, holding her to Isi’s breast. “Oh... God...” The sensation was incredible, unexpected and wonderful. She wasn’t ever able to do this to herself like some girls she had seen in pictures and video online and had wondered, fantasized, about it for a number of years. The reality did not disappoint. Though Isi herself wasn’t really able to fully process all this. Overload had her in its grasp. Helen could do whatever she wanted at this point, Isi wasn’t about, or likely able, to protest.<br/><br/>“Does that feel good?” Helen asked then giggled.  “I know it does.  I know exactly what makes me feel good, and now you.  It’s so not fair,” she said and pressed Isolde’s tummy with the side of her knee.  “Lay back,” she said and was soon looking down at her own face, eyes slightly out of focus and hair strewn all about.  Helen took Isolde’s hand, kissed it, then without ever looking away from blue eyes, slid it slowly down Isolde’s stomach and rested it just on top of Isolde’s cleft.  “Touch it,” she said quietly.  “Touch it like you want to touch me.  It’s okay.  It’s okay,” she repeated.<br/><br/>Fingers. Fingers on her lips. Another deep shudder. It felt a little different down there, but, similar enough to be familiar. “Wet.” Isi managed to gasp. She was. She hadn’t even parted her lips yet, only just rested her hand on them, which felt glorious, but she was already slick. A finger bunched up, running up and down along the labia it was resting on. Teasing herself.<br/><br/>“Push it in,” Helen said and put her hand atop Isolde’s with light pressure.  “Push it in you, in me, then taste it like you wanted to.  Please.  I...  I want it to be me, but I can’t.  But this is the same thing.”<br/><br/>Isi nodded just a little, used her fingers to spread her lips and a third to explore. Wet, so wet. She ran that finger down, seeking the source, finding it, running the tip of it around the ring of the entrance to her core sent her into little spasms. Gasps leaking from her. The finger slid in, causing a larger spasm, a loud gasp. “Oh... Never. This. Good. By. Myself.”<br/><br/>Helen slid to the side so she could cradle Isolde.  Her eyes looked down the plane of her own body and its twin beside it.  It’s lovely, heaving, trembling twin.  “You’re so beautiful.  I’m so beautiful.  Go on.  It’s what you want, Isolde.  Make me, make you, feel good.”  She kissed the other girl’s lips then cradled her head.<br/><br/>Another finger slipped gently into Isolde, both sinking in deeper. Her walls clutching at them with each shiver, each little judder, caused by the sensation. “Oh, god.” The other hand slid down and settled at the top of the folds, fingers gently, carefully seeking that throbbing needful nub. “Oh!” A little cry of surprise, there, overwhelming, not so hard, not so direct, too turned on for that. More gentle, more careful. “Helen... I...” Another shudder, Isi’s fingers moving slowly, teasingly still, playing, exploring, learning. “Oh...” It was building, so fast, Helen being there, watching her, it was so deeply sexy, so amazingly hot, she was going to cum very hard. Very soon.<br/><br/>“Yes,” Helen said and leaned over to kiss Isolde just below the ear, in that spot she knew so well from Isolde finding it the other day.  Her tongue flicked hard on skin, tasting sweat and girl and passion, and she waited for Isolde to slide over the edge.  Would she see the black, the darkness, like Helen?  Or something else?  Helen pushed her own legs together, squeezing her thighs hard, to control her own feelings.<br/><br/>“Mmmmn!” There it was, the edge, approaching hard and fast, too fast to slow down and hug it, hold it for as long as she could before plunging over. After all there was nothing quite so sweet as orgasm, yet the promise of one so close was almost as good and you could have it for longer if you were careful. This was too much, too fast, too sexy, too overwhelming, too..<br/><br/>Isi came. Gasping, walls milking at her fingers, mouth hanging open, chest heaving, hips bucking, body juddering, eyes open wide. The shakes and convulsions took her and she shivered and shook in Helen’s arms for a while, unable to move voluntarily or talk, just jerking and jumping from the power of the almighty sensations coursing through her.<br/><br/>“Oh my gosh, you’re so pretty when that happens.  Is that what I look like?  Oh, Isolde.  You should have seen it,” Helen whispered then kissed her friend on the lips.  “It was just so pretty.  Did you see the dark?  I always do.  The dark that I think is in me.  Or, at least around me.  Did you see it?  Did it push at you?”  Her hand gently took Isolde’s from between her legs and brought it up towards her face.<br/><br/>Still shaking now and again Isi managed to shake her head a little, “No. No dark. Just sensation and all this millions of voices.” She nuzzled her head into Helen’s shoulder a little, still gasping for breath, “You’re right. I should see it. Just give me a minute. Then you can show me.” She smiled, remembered her hand, helped Helen bring it up to her mouth and without any hesitation at all sucked on her fingers. “Mmmmmm.” There was a lot about the gourmand in that collection of m’s Isi was clearly a fan.<br/><br/>Helen watched, expression alternating between amazement and faint discomfort.  “Oh my gosh, that’s so...ahh,” she said and buried her head in Isolde’s shoulder so she didn’t have to watch.  “Stop making that noise!” she demanded then laughed nervously.  Did she really like it?  “Um...is it okay?  Do I taste okay?”  She looked up.<br/><br/>“Mmmm.” Isi nodded emphatically, shivering again, she pulled the fingers from her mouth and took a sniff of them. “No, wait, not okay. Marvelous.” A big cheesy grin.<br/><br/>“No you didn’t!” Helen said and playfully shoved Isolde.  “You’re so awful!  Ugh!  I can’t believe you just did that.”  She sighed then laid her head down again.  “Are you okay?  Are we okay?  I’m okay.”<br/><br/>“Im warm and fuzzy and gooey and lovely.” Isi confided, “I shouldn’t have done that? Wait... What shouldn’t I have done?” She didn’t move, didn’t sound particularly worried about whatever it was she shouldn’t have been doing.<br/><br/>“Smelled it,” Helen said faintly.  “You’re so impossible,” but she was smiling through the muffled words.  “Go wash your hands. Go wash my hands,” she said and pushed Isolde towards the edge of the bed.<br/><br/>“Oh no, its a great smell. I love that smell. I told you that already.” Isi wasn’t moving, just laying there, shivering still now and again. “Besides, you owes me a show.” This was delivered playfully, not accusingly.<br/><br/>“You wish,” Helen said.  “No way.  I’d be so embarrassed.  Maybe...  Maybe one day, in the dark, I could do that if you were, like, sitting on the bed too.  Maybe.”<br/><br/>“I could do it for you...” Isi offered quietly.<br/><br/>Silence.  Heavy silence.  “I’m not ready for that, Isolde.  I want to.  I want to because you want to.  But, it’s all my mom’s fault.  She thinks it’s wrong.  She came in one time when I was smaller and caught me and it was not fun.  It’s just, it bugs me.  But I will, one day.  I mean, I love kissing you.  And I licked you, the nipples?”<br/><br/>“No. I’m sorry.” Isi took to gnawing on her lower lip, “I shouldn’t push you. You at all. Thats... Really fucked up actually. I’m a bad person.” There was a whole host of mixed emotion on Isi’s face and in her her voice.<br/><br/>“Stop it right now, Isolde Black,” Helen said.  “You’re not blaming yourself for me or my mother.  It’s just how I am.  And I said I will.  One day.  I will,” she said softer and cradled Isolde’s head in between both of her hands.  “And it will be you.  I don’t want anyone else to do it but you.”<br/><br/>“Sorry. Just... Caught up in the moment and you and... I don’t want to be all boy about it? Trying to force things? That’s just crap.” Isolde sighed, “I don’t want that. Not for you. I want it to be right for you.”<br/><br/>“It will be.  Like a Taylor Swift video.  I know it will be.  And I will need you to push me, a little, because otherwise I don’t perform.  Coach does it in gym, you do it...  nicer.  Prettier.  For me and for you.  Okay?”  She started to kiss Isolde then remembered the hand.  “Brush your teeth too!”<br/><br/>“Its really good though.” Isi pointed out, “You should try it.” A slight smile crept into things.<br/><br/>“I’ll stick with chocolate for now.”<br/><br/>This set the English girl to giggling, “You are so missing out. Better than chocolate.”<br/><br/>“Look, changing shapes and moving the dark are one thing, but let’s not get crazy...”