Delay is a funny word lol sounds like piglatin. Adel. OMG….

This is the last chapter for Part 1, I'll start working on Part 2 asap. It's gonna be AWESOME!

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A hand on my shoulder rouses me from my sleep. I turn in the uncomfortable hospital chair and bat the hand away.

"Wake the fuck up," a husky male voice says. I yelp in surprise, trying not to slide out of the chair in my shock. Lying on Armas's hospital bed is the owner of the voice, a hot as sin Trillian, who is buff beyond all reason.

I look around the room. "Where's Armas? Did I sleep walk to another room? I'm so sorry, sir."

"It's me, dumbass," the man grumbles, crossing huge arms over his broad chest. I stand there for a few minutes, staring. "Remember that conversation we had about me tattooing my spots on you the next time you stare at them?" He quirks his eyebrow up at me.

My mouth pops open. Armas had told me that when we were alone in our dorm. "But you…you…have a penis!" I say really fast, my cheeks flaming with embarrassment.

"I know, right? It's totally huge! Bet I could make some girl's pussy happy with this baby!" He flips the sheets off and there it is, a ginormous penis. "Wanna give it a try?" He wiggles his eyebrows. I step forward and slap his chiseled jaw as hard as I can. "Oww! Jesus! What the fuck, Grace?" Even with his male voice, there was no doubt with the inflections in his tone. This man is Armas. My best friend with the perfect rack was now a chiseled hottie.

"It's yooooou!" I jump onto him/her and grab his/her neck. "I thought you were going to die! I was so worried!"

"Uhh…" he says uncomfortably. "You're right on my dick."

My eyes pop open in horror and I slide off the bed as fast as I can. "Sorry, sorry, I'm so used to being close to you and it being okay. Before, all I had to do was duck a little so my boobs fit under yours. Aaand, now you're a guy, and I can't hug you."

He stares at me sadly, putting the blankets back over his legs. "I requested a male body on purpose, Grace. I want to be with you."

"Armas…." I say quietly, trying not to look at him.

"Let me finish. The Trillian Council said if I continued my association with you, since I had romantic feelings for you in my old body, I would not be granted a new host when this one dies. I wanted to say that I didn't care, that I would stay and die with you."

I gulp. "But?"

"I told them that I needed time with you, to see if you could accept me. They gave me two weeks. If you don't want me by the end of the two weeks, I won't be penalized. I'm hoping they'll have to punish me." His eyes change, and I see for the first time the love Armas said she had for me. I imagine Spock looking at me like that, something he had never done. I'd kill to have someone love me that way. Not to mention I had a baby forming inside me. Armas would love that baby as his/her own.

"I'll try," I reply quietly.

"I just hallucinated. Say that again."

"I said I'll try. Is your new body deaf?" I roll my eyes at him. "I'm not promising anything, and I'm really glad that you won't get punished if I don't-" He grabs me and holds me to him.

"You sexy bitch! I'll change your mind, you can bet on it! Now, who's got the biggest cock? Me, or him?"

I glare past his shoulder, my face smooshed against his neck muscles. "I'm not playing this game."

"C'maaan! It's mine isn't it?"

"Cut it out," I say, only half serious. "Don't get your hopes up."

"Is my new penis named, 'Hopes?' Cuz he's already up. My bad."

"ARMAS!"

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Armas bought us a house on Earth after he was released from the hospital. His old female body was burned and the ashes were taken back to Trill for the host's family to mourn. The Trills in charge of transplanting Armas to his new body told me that his personality would change after a few days. Armas would still have part of the personality he had as a female, but in this new body, he would change to be more like the personality of the host. They said sometimes the change is insignificant, but sometimes it's very different.

I could tell the change was happening when Armas told me to call him Armand from now on, because it was more manly. He became less girlie, which I expected, and every so often he'd make jokes that Armas would've said. But he wasn't my best friend anymore, even if he was almost exactly like her. I couldn't talk about my period with a man. I couldn't walk around in my underwear with a man there. No matter what Armand did, I couldn't relax enough to be myself in front of him. Armand was a sexy man now, and even though I loved Spock, it was something I couldn't just ignore.

By the end of the two weeks, I found Armand packing in his bedroom. I stood in the doorway and allowed myself a few seconds of ass staring. You could have a picnic on Armand's ass.

"Leaving?" I said quietly.

He shoved a few shirts into the shiny suitcase Armas had replicated. His taste was still the same. "You made the effort, Gracie. I can tell that. But you can't be comfortable around me. Every two seconds you're checking for nose hairs, or rushing to the bathroom in the morning when you remember that your nightgown is skimpy."

I watch him pack his underwear, forcing myself to not get embarrassed. "You're still my best friend."

"I know. But I'm a man now. And no matter how hard you try, you can't forget that, sweetcheeks." He pauses and looks out the large window in his room. "I always said I didn't ever want a dick to get between us. Never knew it would be mine that did the trick." I laughed a laugh that ended in a sob. He turned to me and glared. "Cut that crap out. I'm still your friend. The Council agreed to that much, since we didn't have sex."

I smiled and wiped my cheeks. "Where will you go?"

He snapped his suitcase closed. "Thought I'd try Lysia for now."

"So far," I said softly.

"I'll be here when the baby is born, don't worry, cupcake. And if you need me for anything, even if it's what bra to wear, you send me a message. Maybe you can pretend it's really Armas, and then you can say whatever you want." He smiled, and I could see my old friend in his eyes.

"Stop playing on the pregnant lady's emotions, asshole," I said with a sniff. He laughed and ruffled my hair.

"I'll see ya." I watched him walk down the hallway to the front door. He turned and looked back at me. "I was still hotter than you, Flat Chest," he said with a grin before running out the door.

"You bitch! You come back here!" I chased him halfway down the road before I had to stop. I watched him walk away and felt sadness at losing my friend, but I had a strange sense of happiness. I knew that someday, I'd be comfortable with him as my friend, once I got past how hot he was now.

I walked back into my empty house and sat down on the black leather sofa Armand had ordered. My hands automatically went around my belly and I rubbed it absently. I missed Spock so much. I hadn't heard anything from him, or the school. Even my parents had been silent.

Maybe one day Spock would be in my life again. I allowed myself a little bit of hope.

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The End!

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I almost went a different way with Armas becoming Armand, but I started crying because Armas is so special to me, I couldn't bear to make her become mean. Look forward to the second part! And if enough people want it, I'm thinking of making an Armand spin-off!