Beth is Yet to Come Pt. 03

Previously, Beth was visited by a life coach to learn how to adapt to, shop for, and cope with her new body. A full week has passed since we last left her, lying in a tub.

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Since Phillipa St. George arrived to help Beth navigate her new world, things had improved for her significantly. They had parted ways the day before, and today Beth was on her own again.

Waking at sunrise, she rose from bed and prepared breakfast with coffee--only after relieving herself of her morning wood. As she had been instructed, she made sure to have a condom on her nightstand. Once full, she tied it off, licked the tip of her penis clean and walked the heavy condom over to her front door.

After breakfast she watched the news, and smirked as Jenna Stokes appeared to present the traffic. Beth had unwittingly chosen Jenna as a middle name during the onset of her MMCO/VA symptoms. The name Beth was lifted from his coworker, and they would most likely see each other today. Beth Donne was about to quit her job.

The prospect was frightening, until her first direct deposit was wired to her account from Fusoyu, the cosmetics company that collected her semen-filled condoms every other day. The amount was significant, and comparing it to her paycheck from Halverson's Art Supply was comparable.

Returning to her bedroom, Beth picked out some clothes for the day. Her favorite outfit continued to be the t-shirt and skirt combination she had worn out of the mall boutique. Her custom panties had arrived in the mail, thankfully.

The bra was new; she had grown since she was originally fitted, and Phillipa returned with her to the lingerie shop to be fitted once more. Monica was all to happy to assist them. There were some questions about her change in size, and Beth stumbled through some half-answers just to get through it.

They had also shopped for more clothing, and this time Phillipa allowed Beth to lead the expedition. Her mentor was mostly pleased with her choices. Cosmetics were also procured, and Beth was instructed how to apply them at the makeup counter.

Getting used to eye-liner was going to be difficult. "Can't I just go with a natural look, or something?" Beth asked between clenched teeth as she tried to keep her eye open.

"This IS a natural look, darling," replied Phillipa. "Stop squirming."

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The weather was delightful, and Beth opted to walk to work. A breeze toyed with her light brown hair, which was now long enough to pull into a ponytail. It also gently fluttered the ends of her skirt, which she had begun to acclimate to. Having panties definitely helped her confidence, it held her Boys in place nicely. They had gotten a little bigger.

The question still loomed over her, though. How big would she end up getting? Phillipa had recounted some anecdotal tales of the wide variations that were out there, but that only indicated that the intellectually honest answer was "I don't know."

In her previous life, Bryan was a shy but friendly person who would smile and nod as passers by on his way to work. Today's Beth was no different, and started to realize the effect of her friendly gestures towards strangers. Her inner self hadn't quite caught up to the radiant beauty that everyone else saw.

Halverson's was right around the corner, and its proximity caused Beth to feel shaky and nervous. Upon entering, she was about to make a direct path to the employees only back room, and thought better of it. She wasn't in uniform, and doubted that any of her coworkers would believe a word she told them, aside from her boss, Kirk.

Instead, she waited in line at the register and her fears were confirmed. Her coworker Beth was working the counter today. "Hi, how can I help you?"

"Oh!" She didn't realize she was next. "I'm here to see Kirk. Is he in today?"

"Yeah, I'll page him to the front. May I have your name please?"

"...Beth."

Her coworker smiled suddenly, "That's MY name, too!"

"Oh... Ha," laughed our Beth, nervously. "Small world?"

After some severely awkward small talk, Kirk approached and she could tell that Beth's new appearance had an immediate effect on him.

"Hey Kirk! She's a Beth, too!" The other Beth pointed excitedly at her.

Kirk reached out and shook our Beth's hand, "Hello, Beth too! How can I help you?"

"Can I show you a particular frame I was interested in? It's for a canvas." She stepped away from the counter as Kirk followed. Once they were away from the register she turned and whispered, "It's me, Bryan."

"Holy SHIT." Kirk stared at her for a moment. "S-Sorry, wow. You have really changed since last month. I was beginning to wonder if you'd be back."

"Yeah.. That's kind of the thing; I think I have to put in my notice." Beth was having a hard time making eye contact with him, such were her feelings of guilt. In spite of his Bro demeanor, he had been kind back in the Bryan days.

"I figured that would be the case. But hey, you had the balls to come do it in person." Kirk snickered.

Beth glared at him, then snorted. "I guess I do, haha!"

As Kirk led her to the back rooms he cast a sidelong glance back to her. "So... Beth, eh?"

"Oh... That." She blushed. "They told me to give them a new name for identity paperwork and I was just on a LOT of meds and I blurted out the first name that came to mind."

"I hope you picked Kirk for your middle name. I'd feel left out."

"Jenna." Beth rubbed her forehead.

"No way, haha! Jenna STOKES? From the news? You got issues dude." They sat in the manager's office and Kirk handed a few papers to Beth, along with a brief exit interview. Afterwards they fell into conversation. It felt nice, Kirk talked to her like she was a friend. Maybe they were, to an extent. "How ya feeling, by the way?"

"It's been... I'm fine. Everything is so weird. Like I forget I look like this most of the time. I accidentally call myself Bryan in front of strangers. I wanted to ask you about your cousin, though."

"What about her?"

"You and someone else warned me about kissing, but I still don't know what the deal is." Beth fidgeted with the strap of her shoulder bag.

"THAT. I guess it's slightly different from person to person, but gals with MMCO end up with some kind of glandular thing. Like... An enzyme or hormone gets released? Somethin' sciency. Anyway, they grow. Like huge sizes."

Beth gulped. Even though her new body was much smaller, she couldn't imagine her OTHER parts getting even bigger than they already were. "How big?"

"Oh wow, let me think. Cindy ended up with a dick the size of her leg. Like, LITERALLY a third leg." Beth put her hands over her mouth in horror. "Hang on," continued Kirk. "It's not permanent. She went back down after a day or something. But yeah... that was freaky to watch. Like, balls to the floor, tits in her lap." Kirk whistled.

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Beth staggered out of Halverson's, almost in a panic attack. She had told Kirk that she'd needed some fresh air, but to be honest, his revelations had frightened her so badly, she'd begun to get dizzy.

The crushing realization that she could accidentally swell to insane proportions overwhelmed her. After catching her breath, Beth decided to walk a couple of blocks to the park. The sun on her legs, the breeze in her hair and the sound of a duck argument lifted her from her existential crisis.

She picked out a park bench and took a seat. This was also a new process. The "proper" way, as taught by Phillipa, was to perch close to the edge of a chair or bench, allowing her oversized genitalia to dangle. She could then sit with her legs together, "as a proper lady should seat herself." Phillipa's voice was still fresh in Beth's mind.

"Nice day." The voice startled her. It came from a middle-aged man who had taken a seat next to her.

"It is," she replied.

"Lunch break?" Beth nodded curtly. She really did NOT want to talk to anyone right now. Especially if she was being hit on. "That's cool. You work downtown too?"

"Mmhmm," she responded quietly.

"Me too. I own a business, actually. If you haven't eaten yet, I know a good--"

"I need to get back, actually. Sorry." Beth stood quickly. "Sorry," she repeated."

"All right, sure thing. Maybe I'll see you around?"

Beth was already walking away and merely raised her hand in parting. She was getting hungry, in truth so she stopped by the local market on the way home, hoping to find a frozen pizza or something. Phillipa had given her a lecture on how a lady is to dine, but fuck it; she wanted a fucking pizza.

Perusing the frozen foods aisle she found one with chicken and garlic. "Hmm, pizza and beer," she reveled in the mental remnants of her Bryan side for a moment. Heading to the liquor section of the market, she noticed someone familiar.

It was Monica from the lingerie shop. Her mind raced for a moment, paralyzed in the introvert's dilemma. Was it more awkward to walk past, or to say hello? In the moment of indecision, the decision was made for her. Monica made eye-contact. "Hey! Funny running into you, Beth!"

Beth shook her head and put on her best smile, "Monica! Same to you! What are you doing here?"

Monica laughed and held up her basket. "Groceries. You know... Grocery store."

"Right," Beth chuckled nervously. Her brain kicked over cabinets and desks in her head, searching for something to say that didn't make her sound like a total dork. "You live near here?"

"Sorta! I just like getting my fish from Mike, so I swing by sometimes. What about you?"

"Y-Yeah, a few blocks away."

"Oh that's right! Jealous." Monica smiled. She was about the same height as Beth, and had a stockier frame, but she was definitely attractive. "You got the day off or something?"

"Yeah. I mean, yes I do! Comfort food, long week you know."

Monica blew a bang from her face. "Tell me about it! Well... maybe I'll see you around?"

It was the same thing the man had said as she hurried off. Was... Monica hitting on her, too? "I'd like that," replied Beth, hopefully.

There was a moment of silence as the two women mutually studied each other. Beth was used to creating uneasy situations unintentionally, but the smile never left Monica's face. Beth realized one was plastered across hers as well. "OK, well... I gotta get this fish home. Have a good weekend Beth."

"Me too," she said in a slight delay. "YOU! You too!"

Monica snickered and headed toward the register, and Beth's fingers froze to the frozen pizza box.

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Later that night, after a couple of slices of pizza and a couple tumblers of rum and coke (she had foregone the beer, due to a lack of ID), Beth changed into her pajamas. "A nightgown," corrected the memory of Phillipa. It was a pink, frilly number which almost touched the floor, but it was roomy and warm. The soft, fleecy material tickled her dick as she headed to the couch with her drink.

In a slightly inebriated state she put on The Notebook to see if her hormonal changes would actually make her enjoy it. During the film she found herself flipping though Blueface on her phone. Without fully realizing it, she had tapped in "Monica" and had been scrolling past faces of women. She scrolled back up to a Monica Pacheco. The girl in the photo had sunglasses on, but her hair seemed similar. She had more photos, none of which featured a man, and Beth smiled. It was her.

She tilted her head back on the sofa and said, "Monica... Pacheco. Hmm..." Her dick twitched between her legs. Somewhat satisfied, she refilled her drink and settled back into the movie. In the final scene, she began to sniffle and hold back tears. In the final moment she was bawling. She had to set her drink down so she could hold herself, in a vain attempt to comfort the heartache.

She wailed so loudly, there was a knock at the door. She rubbed her eyes and peered through the peephole. It was her neighbor Chuck; mostly harmless. Cracking the door open, she peeked her head over.

"Bryan, you-- Oh! Sorry, I'm Bryan's neighbor."

Still leaning over the door, Beth waved through the slight gap. "Hi, Bryan's out of town. I'm his... sister, house-sitting."

"Hi Bryan's sister! I heard some noises and got worried, you OK?"

Beth wiped another tear from her eye. "Sorry, I was watching a movie and got weepy over it. I'm fine."

"I can watch it with you," said Chuck flatly.

The thing is, Chuck would have said the same thing to Bryan. One time, during a power outage, Chuck had come over to offer Bryan a porn DVD. Bryan looked at it and said, "Chuck, you know we're having a power outage. How am--"

"Yeah! Figured you'd be bored. Bring it back, and don't get shit on it!" Chuck walked off as Bryan tossed the DVD somewhere in his pitch black apartment.

Back to the present. "I'm alright, honest. The movie's over so I'll be fine. Thanks Chuck."

"How'd you know my name?!" Chuck cocked his head.

Shit. "Uh.. Bryan told me about the neighbors and said there was a really nice guy named Chuck who checks on him sometimes."

"Haaaa, yup! That's me! Well, I live next door if ya need anything! 120. Yours is 121."

"That makes sense. Thanks Chuck, good night!"

"Night!"

Beth shut the door and giggled for a moment. She was a little drunk by this point and grabbed her phone. Clumsily tapping around she managed to pull up a college friend of Bryan's. Looking at the time, she decided that eight at night wasn't toooooo late to call. It rang.

"Hey!" Henry's voice was a warm, familiar sound.

"Hey, iss Bryan! Iss been a while, I juss wanted to see how thingser going!"

"Bryan?"

"Yeah! Bryan Donne, we were in all those shhhitty anatomy classes together."

"I know a Bryan, who is this?"

"Ohhhh shhit sorry," Beth slurred a little. "I became a FUTA, like a month ago."

"Is this a joke?"

"I'm not kidding! You woodenn believe it, I'm a ffucking girl now, with huge tits and a giant dick."

"Fuck off." Henry hung up, but Beth didn't notice.

"No, toally... toally true dude. I'm a fuckinnn futa." She paused. "Hello?" There was nothing but the home screen. "Fuck off to you too, dude!" She tossed her phone on the couch and made another drink.

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The next morning Beth awoke to the phone ringing. It was her mother. "Hey mom," her head was killing her.

"Sweetie, what was all that stuff you posted last night?"

Beth scrunched her eyebrows. "Stuff? What stuff?"

"Well... you kind of told everyone to eff themselves. It was kind of mean. I'm just worried."

"I did?" A vague memory seeped into last night's alcohol fueled ranting. "I did, didn't I? Shit... Sorry mom."

"Is there something I should know about?"

"No... No mom, I was just... It's been an insane month for me and decided to have a few drinks. I shouldn't have, with the way things are."

"Maybe you should come visit. We can pay for you to come out."

"Oh, I don't know mom, I have this routine now." Beth didn't want to say that she needed to collect her cum in an oversized condom a few times a day.

"Please, sweetie? You haven't even shown me what you look like."

"I guess." Beth wasn't totally interested, but a chance... a chance to mend her relationship with her parents and a simple hug from her mother was tempting. "OK, yes. I'll come visit."

"Oh good! That's great! Your father has been pretty..." There was a pause, and her mother continued in a whisper, "Your father has been pretty upset about this. Just a chance to see you, and let you talk about everything you've been through might help." Beth was about to interject, but her mother kept going. "I show him articles and studies but I don't think he reads them."

"I know, I know... I guess we have to get that out of the way."

"David will be able to come by, too."

Beth rubbed her forehead. Her brother Dave was everything Bryan was not. Athletic, outgoing, gregarious and talented. The gold medal child of the family. Beth managed a curt, "That will be nice."

"So we'll fly you out?"

"I'll take the train."

"Why the train? That would take forever!"

"Just... trust me on this one, please." Phillipa warned Beth about travel. Use planes when absolutely necessary. Trains were the way to go. Surprisingly spacious restrooms, and sleeper cars would provide her with privacy. Cramped passenger planes provided neither space nor privacy for a woman with MMCO, even in first class.

They decided on some dates, and within a couple of weeks, she'd be off to see them. Beth hung up the phone and pressed her face into the sofa cushion. Her left arm felt trapped under her stupid boobs, and her dick was pulling at her nightie.

Her head hurt too much to bother with either. She closed her eyes and put a pillow over her face, then passed out again. Waking up once more, she could feel slick, warm liquid on her legs. "Oh... Fuck you," she said to her ding-dong. Sitting up with a headache, she tore open a Fusoyu condom and pulled it onto her cock. Thankfully, it didn't take long for her orgasm to happen. She was so drained and turned off that there was no female component. Just a ton of jizz into an elastic container. Just business.

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The week leading up to her family visit was uneventful. The Fusoyu folks picked up her payloads every couple of days. They were pleasant; Beth assumed it was because their job was to visit futas like her all day, and were probably more than happy that their primary clientele were hyper sexualized women.

Her new driver's license arrived in the mail. Her hair was still short in the photo. It had been taken in the hospital when she was still developing. it meant she could drive again, though. On a whim, she took a trip to the mall. Her direct deposits had been good the last couple of weeks.

Once inside, she made her way to the lingerie boutique again, and checked out the actual lingerie, beyond the bras she had previously come in for.

"Beth! Back again?" It was Monica.

"Oh hey! I was just browsing." Beth smiled and pretended to regard a rather complicated piece of negligee.

"if you're interested in any particular items, I can definitely help you find the right size."

"I know," said Beth, absentmindedly.

"Actually..." Monica paused a moment. "My friend is having a party tonight. You want to come?"

"I, uhh.."

"Sorry, I shouldn't ask on the clock like this. You just seem cool."

"No, I'm just... I get nervous at parties."

"I won't ask again, but if you're interested, I'll be right along with you. Girls stick together, right?"

"Right. Right, right," Beth stammered.

"Yaaaas! What's your number? I'll text you so you have it."

Beth recited it and got a text. "Hey <3" She looked up dumbfounded. "Ok, I'll save it, thank you."

"Monica... Pacheco. P A C H E C O."

Beth had already typed her full name in. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah! I'll text you the address!"

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The party was fun. In the rare times Bryan showed up at a party, he'd sequester himself in a corner and just watch. This time, he--SHE was the center of attention. People wanted to know everything about her, drunken or not. It was becoming overwhelming. Monica pulled her out of a conversation that was going to long and into a dark spot in the side yard of the house.

"I don't know if I'm being to forward Beth, but I like you. Like LIKE you."

Beth's huge cock stirred in the confines of her custom panties. "I like you too. You're beautiful."

Monica leaned in for a kiss, and Beth pulled back. "I... can't."

"Oh, oh shit, sorry! I thought, you know, we were connecting."

"We are. We ARE, definitely!" Beth held Monica's hands in an attempt to distract her from the hardening cock under her skirt.

"Oh, bad break-up?" Monica nodded, knowingly. "One step at a time, right? I'm OK keeping this as friends. Just sayin' that ya know, when you're ready..." Monica was eagerly bobbing her head like it was spring-mounted on a dashboard.r"