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For his and Kris’s first St. Valentine’s Day together as a couple, Bojan has got everything planned for months .
They are in London with the boys, sure, but the lack of privacy is nothing a bit of pre-gaming and preparation can’t fix: they actually have a room all by themselves already, so everything he actually has to do is bribe the others into letting Bojan and Kris have the whole flat for themselves for a night, to be as loud as they want.
Is not even that difficult: he just has to encourage Jure to hit on the cute bartender in their favorite pub to get the drummer out of the house on the most romantic night of the year; Jan and Nace have plans of their own. Actually, all it took for Bojan to win the house for himself and his boyfriend was suggesting a relaxing getaway in Bath to the older bassist, who not even ten minutes after the conversation was already booking a hotel with a spa in the picturesque town.
But emptying the flat is not the only thing he has to take care of.
He makes a reservation in a fancy restaurant of French cuisine he knows Kris will love, he gets a delivery of flowers (and this time he makes sure they aren’t addressed to ‘Kamila’, for fuck’s sake…) and a box of Kris’s favorite chocolate and, most importantly, he gets himself ready.
Because one of the reasons why Bojan had gone visiting Kris’s ex-neighbors (who happen to also be witches) a few days before leaving for the UK was to ask for a vial of that potion they firstly gave to Kris, that turned his boy into a girl.
Why?
Because ever since that fateful day, that got them confessing their feelings for each other and finally getting together, Bojan had been… curious .
Curious not just about what reaction would Kris have seeing Bojan turned into a (he hoped) pretty girl, but also about how that would actually feel like for himself: would he like himself in his female body? Would he enjoy the sex?
He has dwelled on the fantasy long enough that in the end he has convinced himself it’s something he really has to try and that Kris would eventually (hopefully) appreciate.
So he pre-plans the transformation as well: not only he endures a painful and quite awkward esthetician session that probably, in hindsight, will scar his psyche for life (but is definitely worth it for how smooth his skin feels afterwards oh-holy shiiit ), but he also, before chugging down the content of the vial, sneaks out with the excuse of getting grocery to check a few clothing shops for the perfect dress and the perfect lingerie set to impress his fashionista boyfriend.
He has no idea how tall his female version will be and what size boobs she will have (hopefully an impressive one), but he safely gets everything more or less medium-sized, with the confused help of the shop assistants that probably thought he was shopping for a very recently acquired girlfriend.
Back to the flat, with a few hours to spare before Kris’s return to the house and the start of their date, Bojan drinks the potion and takes a little nap, waiting for the spell to work.
When he wakes up he has to sneak out again, in a big hoodie and tracksuit pants rolled up at the ends, going shop to shop to change everything he got, claiming to be the girlfriend Bojan was shopping for a few hours prior.
His female body, turns out, is way more petite, but also way more curvy than expected.
Once he is back in his and Kris’s (still empty, thank God) room, he wears everything he has got and checks the final result in the mirror.
The black pantyhose are now the right size, stretching on his ample thighs in the perfect way; the sheath dress with shiny golden and silver embroidery hugs his curves in all the right places, the deep neckline showing just enough of his generous breasts’ cleavage to be enticing but not vulgar; the bra underneath cups his boobs in a way that isn’t too uncomfortable, even though he is not in any way fond of how restricting the contraption feels; his short hair can be styled like Mia taught him a few weeks prior, with a few bobby pins he borrowed to twist the longer part of the fringe in something resembling a plait.
Bojan knows next to nothing about hair styling, but checking the results of his twenty minute struggle in the reflection, he’s oddly satisfied with the final result.
All in all he likes what he sees: he is even shorter than his male form, unfortunately, but he makes up with a very prosperous bosom, a nice ass and thighs combination and a pretty face where his big brown eyes, pointy nose and shaped lips are still very recognizable.
Of course he hopes all this trouble he went through will be appreciated by his boyfriend, most of all, and that’s why after everything is done and he only has to wait for Kris to come back home, he frets and paces back and forth for minutes, worrying if he actually went too overboard and did something too weird or too stupid.
In this frenzy he remembers how freaked out Kris was the first time something like this happened to them, to him , and suddenly he’s not sure about this whole operation anymore: what if Kris worries too much? What if he gets mad?
When he hears Kris’s keys turning in the door’s lock and his boyfriend stepping inside the apartment, he rushes to the living room to make sure he is the first thing Kris sees as he enters the house. No reason to postpone the revelation any longer.
Instead of feeling genuinely excited, though, he now dreads the moment a little bit.
He forces himself to exclaim “Happy Valentine’s day!” in cheerfulness, with his brand new, far more high-pitched voice, just a second before his eyes meet Kris’s and a surprised yelp escapes both their lips.
What the fuck? he immediately starts panicking again .
They stare at each other in silence, mouths gaping and eyes bulging, before Kris coughs and sighs: “Well, this is… interesting .” like the biggest understatement of the century.
Because in front of Bojan stands his boyfriend, sure: with flowers and a box of Bojan’s favorite chocolates, of course.
But Kris is also back in his female form, all dressed to the nines in gray palazzo trousers, a leather jacket and a see-through white shirt showing the lace pattern of a black bra underneath. His hair isn’t styled, but his long fringe falls over his left eye artfully and his thin lips have been pinkened with lipstick, his blue eyes highlighted by black kohl and silver eyeshadow.
“ What have you done? ” asks Bojan in a choked voice once he regains enough breath to talk, and Kris’s right eyebrow twitches in a small spike of annoyance before he retorts: “Apparently the same thing you did, Bojan.” Then he shakes his head, looking like he just remembered something: “ That ’s why the witches said ‘you girls - plural - have fun’ when I visited!” he exclaims.
“You went to get the potion too?” asks the singer again, then realizes how obvious the answer is when Kris just sends him a duh? look in reply.
“Okay, fine…” mumbles Bojan, back to awkwardly pacing the narrow living room: “Fine, nothing is wrong. We can work with this. Can we?” he repeats, lifting his gaze back to blink at his boyfriend’s now unreadable expression: “Are you freaked out?” he asks, in a small, uncertain voice.
Kris looks worried for just a moment, then he determinedly steps fully inside the room, placing his gifts down on the coffee table before circling Bojan’s new body in a hug, successfully making him stop fidgeting.
“I’m not freaked out, ljubi . I’m just surprised.” he admits, voice low and reassuring. Kris is still taller than Bojan now that they are both girls, and as such their hug feels both kinda new and at the same time so familiar Bojan can close his eyes and abandon himself to the comfort of it, all the tension leaving his body in a few instants.
“Leave it to us to have the same freaky idea on the same day and for the same reason, uh?” jokes Kris, mirth in his voice to reassure Bojan yet again that he finds the situation more hilarious than concerning: “I hope you’re ready for a bit of a change of plans.” he adds.
Bojan separates them to look curiously into his boyfriend’s eyes: “Oh. Why?” he asks.
“Well, we’re of course still going to dinner and we’re still wooing each other like crazy with gifts and sappy stuff, like I know you couldn’t wait to do.” he smiles, making Bojan blush: “But then… I hope you’re ready for very experimental lesbian sex.” says Kris, adding a slightly awkward: “Because I for one have just a vague idea of how we’re gonna get to that transformation orgasms.”.
Bojan blinks again and shakes his head at that: “Oh, no I’m not concerned. I watched enough porn to know exactly how to rock your world, babygirl.” he replies, his confidence back fullforce.
Kris scoffs and rolls his eyes in the patented ‘my love is a horny idiot’ fashion but then he bends to properly kiss Bojan, the guitarist’s lips tasting like the fake cherry flavor of his lipstick, their mouths finding each other like they are so very used to, but feeling slightly different, in a very exciting new way.
“Wait, where were you? Who helped you dress and put makeup on?” asks Bojan after a while, his hands (even smaller than usual) having found and thoroughly squeezed his boyfriend’s (girlfriend’s?) lovely plump ass during their makeout session.
“Damon and Emily. Don’t worry, they are going to keep the secret on how I got turned into a girl and I only gave them a very vague explanation anyway.” declares Kris, watching the whirlwind of emotions crossing Bojan’s face until it settles on slight disappointment.
His pouting face and baby cow eyes are even more impressive in female form: “I did everything I could to plan this properly, getting rid of the others and keeping the whole thing a secret , and then you go and show your pretty girl’s face to Damon and Emily !? Kris!” he protests.
Kris just bends down to kiss him again, likely to make him stop pouting before replying: “I wanted my surprise to be perfect as well and I needed help!” he justifies himself, before adding: “But thank you for taking care of the house and reservations. You’re so good to me.” he smiles, reddening under the already heightened powdery blush on his cheekbones.
Bojan just has to kiss him again, so he steps on his tiptoes and pulls Kris’s face down, his hands around his boyfriend’s slightly heated face.
“Anything for you, moj mesec .” Then he disentangles them and takes a few steps back to get the presents for Kris that he had previously hidden in the kitchen.
When he turns back around, Kris has picked up the gifts he got for Bojan and they awkwardly exchange box of chocolates of roughly the same size and bouquet of flowers of basically the same shape (except Kris got Bojan red roses while Bojan went with colorful tulips for the half-Dutch love of his life), before realizing they have to leave the boxes in the tiny kitchen and put the flowers in water using some makeshift vases (actually two tall beer glasses). They laugh and joke and help each other put everything away and when they are done Bojan is back in Kris’s arms, the younger plastered behind his back, kissing his cheek and jaw and neck in amused fondness.
“You are so pretty.” hears Bojan, the praise being whispered against his skin: “I’m so lucky.”.
“I couldn’t wait for you to see me like this.” admits the singer, his hands carding through the hair on Kris’s nape, getting longer now, fitting both his male and female appearances perfectly.
“Yeah? I’m so glad I got to.” replies Kris, kissing Bojan’s neck again, making the older sigh in relief and arousal: “And I’m sure what’s underneath is even more pretty,” adds Kris, his hands finding the hem of Bojan’s skirt to slowly lift it up, fingers deliciously grazing the top of Bojan’s thighs, making the singer whine and bit his lips.
“You look amazing in this dress, but I bet the real treat would be when I get to take it off of you.” he hears from his boyfriend’s new voice, under the haze of lust he’s feeling, a full body shiver running down his back.
His female’s body excitement is so much different from what he is used to and Bojan is enjoying the contrast a lot, his brand new body tightening and relaxing in waves as Kris’s mouth lavishes his neck and shoulder with licks and small bites and kisses and wetness starts to seep through the lower section of his lacey panties.
Bojan is about to propose they skip dinner and start properly going at it, discover together how that’s going to work, when suddenly Kris’s warmth and weight is gone from his back and the hem of his dress is being carefully pulled back down on his thighs, Kris taking Bojan’s hand to make the girl turn around in the circle of his arms like a little dancing twirl.
“Let’s not be late to our reservation. The wooing part of the evening is also very important for it to be considered our first successful Saint Valentine’s date.” smirks Kris.
Bojan is about to pout again and protest, the struggle of making everything perfectly work for the night completely forgotten against the prospect of more time to dedicate to sex, but Kris kisses him again for good measure and steers Bojan closer to the flat’s entrance, to grab their coats (they both also have thought about getting very stylish female coats for themselves, of course) and leave the house.
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Dinner goes amazingly.
Kris is impressed by the food’s quality and makes them try a lot of tiny, sophisticated dishes, while Bojan would honestly be content just with scarfing down infinite servings of bread and butter and spend the rest of the evening admiring how beautiful his lover is, easily the most stunning girl in the whole restaurant (which is packed full of couples all dressed up, having romantic dinners just like them). Kris’s eyes in makeup are two pale diamonds shining in the dim light of the room, his posture all elegant and proper, the way he eats so delicate it almost looks sinful, flirtatious.
Bojan is sure Kris is riling him up on total purpose, making him squirm in his seat at every glance under long darkened eyelashes, at every small and secret smile around a fork or a spoon.
They get to the bottom of their glasses of red wine and share a delicious chocolate dessert while Bojan gets more and more impatient, wanting nothing more than to get back home to put the empty apartment and their shared bed to good use.
He’s basically vibrating, shifting from foot to foot while waiting for their coats as Kris pays and sends his compliments to the maître and the chef, until his boyfriend’s arms are back around Bojan’s waist and he’s being calmly led outside, London’s cold air all of sudden blowing on their faces once they step out of the doors.
Bojan is very glad he is wearing thick pantyhose.
They ride home in a Uber, Kris still gently holding Bojan’s hand in his and talking softly about this or that, filling the awkward quietness in order to calm his boyfriend’s nerves and at the same time make it clear to the driver, who when they got in the car had eyed Bojan up and down with lewd interest, that the gorgeous girl he is taking home is Kris’s and Kris’s only.
If he wasn’t feeling so drunk and drowsy on impatience, Bojan would have joked about it more than with the single amused smirk he had sent his boyfriend, would have tried making him stop looking murderously into the rearview mirror.
But to be fair, playing the role of the damsel in distress, all oblivious and innocent and in need of her partner’s protectiveness felt kind of nice, just this once, for a change.
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The moment they step into the flat and the door is safely locked behind them, Bojan throws himself in his lover’s arms so forcefully he almost knocks the both of them over, Kris stumbling for a few steps until he manages to stabilize them by pining Bojan against the wall.
Their mouths are already colliding in hungry kisses and moans, hands free to roam over and under clothes that don’t take long to get discarded, coats and scarves left here and there on the floor until both girls are rolling over the couch’s cushions, Kris kneeling between Bojan’s legs and pulling at the stretchy fabric of the pantyhose until Bojan hears him groan in frustration.
He laughs, the tension easing a little bit while he stretches the waistband and steps out of the garment, freeing his bare legs to the chilly air of the room.
Laying back down on the couch to pull Kris on top of him, he kisses the girl’s wine stained lips to console Kris and get his mind back into the game.
It doesn’t take long until his lover’s hands are back on him, lifting the dress all the way up to his lower stomach to reveal the deep red lace of the lingerie set’s panties he is wearing.
Kris’s breath hitches in his throat, making Bojan smirk in victory.
“Happy Valentine’s, bejbi .” he breathes sultry against Kris’s lips, his arms circling the guitarist’s shoulders to keep him close.
“Happy Valentine’s, moje sonce . It’s already the best I’ve ever had and I haven’t even made us come yet.” snickers Kris, winking at him before bending to kiss down from Bojan’s mouth to his neck and clavicle and chest, his hands pulling down the straps of his dress and bra to reveal Bojan’s breasts.
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Kris lifts back up to steal a good look, hands cupping both boobs gently, his fingers sinking in the soft flesh making both girls groan in appreciation.
“What do you think?” asks Bojan, breath short and eyes shining with arousal, looking up at his boyfriend’s almost stunned, reverent expression: “Worth it?” he adds, playfully.
“So, so worth it, baby … fuck , I kinda wish I had my cock for this.” admits the guitarist, sighing deeply before continuing: “Wish I could come all over them after fucking in between them.” he says, lowering his voice as best as he can in his female higher pitch.
Bojan moans loudly, head thrown back and eyes closed, imagining how that could actually go and feel like: he definitely wouldn’t mind experiencing it as well.
“Next time, bejbi .” he pants, his eyes meeting Kris’s, darkened by lust in the dimmed light of the living room: “Next time I’m also getting your big cock inside my pussy.” he adds, one of his hands lowering to slowly travel down his body, caressing his own stomach and inner thigh before reaching his wet, ruined panties.
Kris’s gaze follows the entire movement before the younger smirks and, squeezing a little more his grip around Bojan’s tits, making the girl cry out in surprise and pleasure, he suggests: “Go on and touch yourself then, ljubi . Imagine how I’d fuck you slow and deep and good, just how you like it, until you’d come, over and over.” he almost growls against Bojan’s left ear, bent so low it doesn’t take long until his mouth descends again on Bojan’s chest, lips latching around a nipple. He immediately starts sucking so hard that Bojan feels an almost painful zip running down his whole body.
The singer has his right hand inside his underwear now, fingers exploring the new shape of his genitals, wet and pulsating and making him feel so good at every deeper touch.
Pushing two fingers inside himself he moans, high-pitched and desperate.
He can easily picture Kris, in his male form, sliding between his wet walls, pounding mercilessly into him until Bojan would feel his come flood inside, until they’d both be spent and sated.
Kris is still licking and biting and sucking on his breasts when Bojan’s free hand grips the other girl’s hair as a warning, before coming all over his own fingers for the first time as a woman.
He yelps and sighs and waits for the high to calm down a little before pulling Kris up by the gentle grip on his nape, reaching his lover’s red and puffy lips to attack them again, sharing another deep and dirty kiss.
“Are you okay?” asks the guitarist, voice back to sounding calm and sweet.
“Never been better. I’m loving how this whole thing works, holy moly !” he exclaims, making Kris laugh softly and nod: “Told you. It’s a whole experience.” before lowering himself down in his lover’s welcoming arms, nuzzling his face in the crook of his neck.
“Did you come too?” asks Bojan, perplexed by the sudden relaxed state they shifted to.
Kris nods against his skin: “The noises you were making kinda got me going a bit crazy.” he admits, smiling and blushing beautifully.
Bojan cards his fingers through Kris’s hair for a little while, lowering his face a few times to kiss his lover’s forehead in fondness, until he feels Kris shift and groan slightly.
“Yeah, lying here in wet underwear isn’t exactly the best. Wanna get to the bedroom?” suggests the singer with one last kiss to Kris’s head.
They get up and slowly climb the narrow stairs.
Once inside their room Bojan strips completely out of his rumpled clothes, freeing himself of his bra and ruined panties before rolling over the bed, resting face up in the middle of it to admire the sight of Kris slowly, meticulously undressing himself as well.
“ God , you’re so beautiful.” he can’t help but whisper: “I’m so fucking happy I’m bi and dating the most gorgeous human being on the planet.” he adds, making Kris snort.
Holding his hand up to invite Kris, finally completely naked as well, to join him on the bed, the younger immediately curls up in his arms, their heads on the same pillow, looking lovingly into each other’s eyes.
“Speak for yourself.” retorts Kris, his gaze appreciatively running down Bojan’s entire body: “With all you’ve got going on also as a woman? You just can’t stop being hot. Both big boobs and big ass, give me a break.” he jokes, making Bojan snort in amusement.
“You call my ass big? Have you seen yours like… all the time?” he exclaims, not wasting time to lower his hand and palm at said ass, spanking it a little for good measure.
Kris yelps and jolts only slightly, laughing breathlessly against the side of Bojan’s head before touching down the singer’s body as well, reaching his thighs until he has pulled one of Bojan’s legs above his hip and his hand can reach under it, the tip of his fingers finally getting in contact with Bojan’s folds, caressing around them and dipping inside experimentally.
Bojan goes back to whining and moaning and panting against Kris’s lips in no time, pushing his pelvis closer in small thrusts.
His mind is hazy again, but as Kris fingers his pussy in the most torturing, delicious way, and as Bojan’s mouth is finally back on the guitarist’s breasts, tasting his skin and sucking on his small, soft molds, he gets an idea so vivid he just has to share it with the class:
“Can I eat you out while you eat me out?” he suggests.
Kris sighs and opens his eyes to look at Bojan, his eyeshadow almost completely gone and black eyeliner all smudged, making him look even more sexy in a sinful, debauched way.
Bojan feels the feral impulse of messing up his makeup even more.
“In a… 69 sense?” asks Kris, slightly confused.
He has stopped fingering Bojan just as Bojan has stopped sucking on his tits so they can both look at each other, to understand and agree to the proposition.
Bojan shrugs and nods: “Yeah, why not.” he agrees easily.
That’s how they find themselves a few tactical repositionings after, Kris’s long legs almost thrown over the headboard and Bojan’s arms around his waist to keep him still while they both lick and suck on each other’s pussies, drowning moans and cries in fluids and juices.
Kris comes with Bojan’s fingers rubbing on his clit, the singer’s mouth sucking on his folds, while Bojan reaches his climax when Kris plunges his whole tongue inside him.
The orgasms are so intense they can barely speak afterwards, panting so heavily their lungs hurt.
Kris gets back right side up and pulls Bojan in to rest the older’s head on his chest.
“ Fuck. ” curses the singer after regaining enough breath: “Either I’m getting too old for multiple orgasms or we’re a bit too good at this.” he comments, making Kris chuckle underneath him.
“I bet I can make you come at least two more times before the night is over, ljubi .” says Kris, smirking down at him with a mischievous expression painted on his gorgeous face.
Bojan sends a similar smirk right back at him and says: “Make it three times and we have a deal, bejbi .” before reaching up to kiss his lover again, their tastes mixing on their tongues and spiking their arousals back up.
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The morning after they are still in each other's arms, naked and sated and back to their male bodies and they get woken up by the loud sound of yelling from downstairs.
When they gather enough mental presence to understand what is going on, they both distinctively hear Jan and Jure laughing their asses off at Nace’s panicked voice yelling for either Bojan or Kris to explain why there are women's clothes on the living room’s floor.