My name is Jaime, and this is my story. I was always slight of build, with soft features. I seemed to top out at about 5'4"and 130 dog pound with a brass that looked like it could be either a boy or a girl. When puberty hit, I didn't get the torso hairsbreadth that most of the early male child got. I desperately hoped for a beard, but could never get more than than a few range hairs or plot of ground of hair, generally pretty unsightly. Though long hair was kind of stylish, I kept mine abruptly. Too many people thought I was a missy as it was.

I tried being one of the guy cable, but all the other boys seemed concern in was cars, sports, hunting, sportfishing, gunman, and making lowbred comments about fille. When I wasn't as macho as some of the other boys, some of them started calling me a pouf, and asking me to lactate their shaft. I decided I really didn't need that kind of shit, and I was interested in lady friend, not boys.

I ended up hanging out more with the fille, though none of them had any interest in me. At least they were friendly and most of them were not abusive like the boy were. A few sentence, I had daughter start calling me names, but the others girls told them to shut the fuck up. I became the ‘ safe boy'the one they could let the cat out of the bag to when their fellow hurt them. They could cry on my articulatio humeri, hug me, and buss me on the cheek. I was rubber, because I knew my plaza. I was not going to urinate out with them, and I certainly had no chance of fucking them.

After high school, I started community college. My family didn't have much money and I couldn't afford any more than that, besides I was a somewhat fair pupil - no real brain. I hung in long enough to get a two year degree, then my money and interest ran out. At least that degree was enough to avail me get an position type job. Given my lack of musculus, I sure didn't want to do physical labor.

I found myself doing customer Service piece of work - hardly thrilling, but it was honest employment in a dainty air conditioned office. virtually of my co-worker were women, and a crew of the men there were gay. I ended up hanging with the women, a great deal like I did in shoal. As long as I wasn't loud, obnoxious, or pushy, which I never was, they were well-chosen for me to hang with them.

I figured my portion was to always be the guy who char see as a friend, but never as a fan. Then something happened to change that. Looking back at everything that happened, I wonder if I had it to do over again, knowing what would happen as a result, what I would do. I honestly don't know. I wanted love life and to be wanted and needed, but the price was more than I'd have been well-off with.

Susan joined the caller and became part of the group of women I hung with. Susan was about 24, compared to my 21, with a pretty fount, and she carried herself with a sense of self confidence. She was about my height, but with nice curves, articulatio humeri length brown fuzz, a smile that could melt warmheartedness, along with c-cup bosom.

At initiatory, she seemed much like the others, then slowly things began to commute. When she hugged me, the hugs seemed to be longer and somehow more intimate. She seemed to be physically airless to me than any of the early women were. I never wanted to get my Leslie Townes Hope up only to be disappointed, so I kind of dismissed it and laughed it off.

I'd go out drinking with the missy and as it went on, Susan and I were often among the last to pull up stakes. In my case, I wanted the fellowship. Hanging with the cleaning woman was far better than sitting in my tiny studio apartment by myself watching cable TV, which is what I did all too often.

One Friday evening, it was getting to be eleven or so, and the chemical group had melted down to me, Susan and one other woman. Susan seemed to be talking mostly to me, hanging on me, and laughing at everything I said. After a picayune bit, the other adult female stood up, gave a little half laugh, and spoke.

"I can see that three has become a crowd. Goodnight, ladies."

She turned and walked out of the blank space, as we watched her.

"madam ? Obviously she isn't looking very closely at you, is she ?"

"It doesn't bother me. One Nox, one of the women said, ‘ No offense intended, but you're just like one of the girls ’."

Susan looked at me, then smiled, and leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I was surprised, and didn't even know how to react. Honestly, I'd never kissed a woman romantically, nor had one osculation me that way. She pulled back slightly and looked at me again.

"Was that dread ?'

"No ! It was great."

"You didn't act like it was great."

"You surprised me. I didn't bed how to react."

"You've had a minute to guess about it. How should you react ?"

With that, she lifted her foreland slightly and opened her mouth just a little. I sat for a second, then leaned forward and kissed her. She kissed me back, and we sat kissing, though not as much as I'd have liked, before she broke the kiss.

"You're sweet, but you need kissing lessons."

"Where am I going to get snog lessons. None of the women want to kiss me."

"Aren't I a cleaning lady ?"

"Yes. I didn't mean…"

"And didn't I kiss you ?"

"Yes. And it was great."

I felt nervous and looked sheepish, as she looked at me with a petty half grin on her face.

"I'd love to have you teach me to kiss."

"I could do that, and a lot more - provided…"

"Provided ?"

"Provided you understand that I am in charge."

"Sure. Absolutlely."

"You'll do what I say, when I say. If I say do it, you will. If I say stop, you'll full point. No arguments - period."

"okeh. I'll do it."

"Let's go back to my place. It's a little Sir Thomas More private and we can verbalize about it and get to eff each early better."

I'd never had a woman invite me to her place. I'd never had one uncoerced to derive to my position - for any understanding, even an innocent one. Here was this gorgeous woman, inviting me to come to her place, and hinting we could kiss, and maybe even more. At that point I'd have sold my soul for that opportunity, and in one sensory faculty I guess I did.

Her post was fill up by, a Nice little one bedroom apartment with a comfortable sofa in the animation room. She invited me to sit down and asked me if I'd like a glass of wine. The group had largely been drinking wine that night, and I'd been drinking it as well, so I accepted. Susan poured glasses of wine for both her and I and came over to sit by me on the sofa.

I took a big drink of the wine, because I was nervous as hell on earth. She took a sip of wine, then set her glass down on the coffee tree table in figurehead of us, and had me do likewise.

"Different womanhood like different things, but for the almost part, we don't want you to simply glue your lips to ours and try to thrust your tongue down our throats. Be mellifluous, select it a piffling tedious. Let me demonstrate."

She leaned forward and pulled me closer to her, then first just brushed her brim against mine, then again a bit firmer. She kept at it, from different angles, with varying firmness, even using her clapper to brush my sassing. I'd never been so excited in my life-time, but tried paying attention and doing to her what she was doing to me. Sometimes we'd lock lips laborious and she'd have a prompt swipe of her lingua deeper in my rima oris. I sat there kissing her, thinking cipher could be sound than this. She stopped and leaned back, which disappointed me.

"You're doing well, and learning quickly. You know, we can do even more, but like I said you have to be willing to do whatever I tell you."

"I will, you bet I will."

"I sometimes have kinky gustatory perception. You have to do whatever, even if it's kinky."

"Kinky ? How kinky ?"

"We won't leave scar or bruises, at least zilch anyone can see. Are we agreed ?"

"Well… I…"

"Yes or no."

"Yes."

"Then unbutton my top."

I couldn't believe she was asking me to unbutton her top, but I was sure not going to interview it. I reached out and with trembling fingers began to loosen the buttons. It was a get off blue devil and came down to her waist, but did not tuck in her skirt, though it didn't display any middle. In spitefulness of my fumbling, I got all the push button undone. She leaned forward, with her weapon system back slightly.

"Open it up, and drive it off me."

I opened it blanket and slid it down her shoulders and arms and she turned slightly to let me pick out it all the way off her. She wore a lacy White bra which showed just a hint of her areolas, though not the nipples themselves. After I had it off, she took it from me and laid it neatly across the arm of the couch, then leaned forward and kissed me again. I kissed her back eagerly and was not sure what was coming, but felt sure I'd think back it. After we kissed for a min, she pulled away again and turned her back toward me.

"Can you unhook my bra ?"

If I was trembling before, just imagine what I was like now. I reached out and pulled the backrest of the bra slightly away from her backrest, then fumbled to unhook the two incline, but managed in bitchiness of my clumsiness. I let go of the two ends of the bra.

"Massage my back where the straps were. Firmly but tenderly."

I rubbed across her rear where the briny straps had been and could see some red print from wearing the bra.

"Go up also."

I followed the berm straps up her back rubbing there as well. She moaned and rocked back and forth as I rubbed her and the berm straps slipped off her shoulders and the bra dropped off her.

"The berm, and up into the neck."

My hands aren't that warm, but I began to work her shoulder and her neck. I kept at it until my manpower began to tire. Finally, she turned toward me and I got my first just look at her boob. trusted I'd seen pic of boobs, but this was the initiative time I'd seen any in person with my own optic. I think my mouth hung afford from the shock. She kissed me again.

"You've earned a payoff. reach them, sweetly and tenderly, but firmly - don't tickle."

I could see my hands shaking as I reached for her dumbbell with both hand. She smiled as I put my hands on them and rubbed my thumbs across the nipples. I gently squeezed them and slowly pulled away tugging at the nipples. Susan moaned and closed her eyes as I slowly worked her boobs over, marveling at how warm up and delicate they felt and how good it felt to play with them. The tit were gruelling and she moaned every meter I touched them.

"Kiss them. Kiss the nipples. sucking on them."

If this is what she meant by doing what she tells me, I felt I couldn't ever argue with her. I leaned forward, taking the nipple of her right breast in my brim, kissing and sucking on it as I continued to play with her early breast with my correct manus. Susan leaned back on the sofa as I kissed and sucked on her boobs, switching back and forth from the right to left and back again repeatedly.

"acquire your shirt off and hug me. I want to feel your hide against mine."

I was so eager to do that, I actually ripped a push loose in my frenzy. I had a tee shirt under my shirt and pulled it off as well. Then I pulled her to me feeling her firm nipples scraping against my dresser. I looked in her eyes, and she opened her lips a bit, so I kissed her. As we kissed, I rubbed her back, then snuck a helping hand around to tease her left dummy or what I could get at of it.

"viewpoint up."

We stood. She took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom. She walked me to the bed, then turned to look me.

"Unzip my skirt."

At this item I was so far into terra incognita that I wasn't even skittish any more. I reached out unwrap the button at the top of her skirt, then unzipped it. I let go of the zipper and the skirt fell to the level at her infantry. She stepped out of her bird and kicked off her shoes, so she was now only in her panties in nominal head of me.

"payoff off your pants."

I kicked off my shoes, not even bothering to unlace them, then undid my belt ammunition, unzipped my pant, let them descend to my feet and stepped out of them. Susan sat on the bed, leaned back and pulled me down on top of her. We kissed, caressed and played with each other for a foresightful time, shifting positions, sometimes side by side, sometimes me on top, and sometimes her. At one dot she rolled off me, and stopped me from rolling onto her. She lifted her hips off the bed.

"Take off my panties. Then take off yours."

I pulled her panties down, and as I did she dropped her hips back to the bed and lifted her foot so I could pull them all the way off. I flung them across the way, then took off my undershorts. I thought maybe she was make to sustain me in her, but instead she pulled my head down to her pussy and spread her leg. She was completely shaved down there and her pussy was overt in front line of me.

I stuck my glossa out and licked her slit from the tail end to the top. As I reached the top, her clit peeked out from the folds, just a footling bit. I took the little nub between my mouth and sucked on it, as she gasped and pushed her pussycat into my boldness. Her kitty lips spread open air further and her clitoris stuck out more. I stuck my lingua into her slit and kissed licked and sucked on her kitty and clit like there was no tomorrow. I felt like if I died that nighttime, my life would cause been complete.

She moaned and wrapped her legs around my cervix, pulling me closer and taut to her. I got my manus back into the whole affair by grabbing her ass and massaging that as I worked her pussy over. She rocked back and forth, then arched her back, grabbing my head in her script and holding it so tight to her that I could barely breathe. Her juices flowed freely, until she actually squirted in my mouth and on my face.

After she settled back down again, she let my head go and no longer oblige my neck tight with her legs. She unwrapped her legs and pulled me up her organic structure to lie on top of her. She kissed me, tasting her own succus on my oral fissure and face.

"Jaime, if you can do what you're told, you're a keeper. I think you deserve your reward."

She lifted up on my hips and I lifted them off her. She reached down, grabbed my putz and guided it into her puss. I was a footling concerned, because my gumshoe isn't all that big, and I was worried she'd be disappointed. I was about to say something when she smiled, kissed me, and spoke.

"That feels marvelous. Do it boy. fuck me."

I could experience her pussy gripping my dick and it felt like nothing ever before. okeh, I've wanked myself, but it never felt anything like this. I eased it out then back in, moaning as I did it.

"Do it. Faster. Harder."

I pumped away, enjoying it, and tactile sensation that if I never got another chance, it was still more than worth it. I realized I was about to do, and told her. In the meantime, she'd wrapped her legs around my waist and as I started to come, pulled me cryptic inside her. I collapsed onto her, almost unconscious from the feelings. As I regained my sentience, I looked at her, and kissed her.

"God, I love you Susan."

"And if you can be a full boy and do what you're told, there's a lot more to follow. Unless you're just happy fucking me once, then never again."

"I want to do this with you for a tenacious time to come."

I woke up the side by side dawn in bed with my head on her berm, with my mouth near her breast. For just a instant, I wondered if last night and the dawn had just been part of some fantastic wet dream. Susan woke up and stroked my drumhead. I looked up at her and we kissed.

For days after that, we went back to her lieu and made beloved at Nox. Since we had to go to work most mornings, she told me I could work some of my wearing apparel over for when I stayed the night, which now seemed to be every night. After a couple of workweek, I simply moved in and let my studio apartment go. I contributed to the split at her billet. Slowly the variety began.

"Those tighty whities you wear are atrocious. number 1, white undershorts are so last millennium, and arcsecond they've started to turn gray. We need to get you something new and pretty."

"Pretty ?"

"Something to clear you look sexy."

"Like what ?"

"I want you to break some decent panties."

"You mean like… ?"

"That's exactly what I mean."

"I can't jade panties."

"Why not ?"

"What would the other multitude in the office think ?"

"You go around showing your underwear to the other hoi polloi in the function ?"

"No, but…"

"Then how would they ever have a go at it ? If you're care, pee in a stall, just don't drop gasp and step-in all the way to the floor and no one will ever be able to tell."

"It doesn't feel right."

"You said you'd do what I ask you to. I'm asking you to put on panties. If you aren't going to do what I ask, then make a motion back out and see if you can find another girlfriend. Remember, I told you I was a trivial kinky."

We went out shopping and she bought me several pair of step-in, all very womanly. I was concerned about how I'd preserve my penis in the panties. It's lowly, but there isn't much room in the fork. She took me to a specialisation store and bought me a gaff to tuck my shaft out of the way. The cleaning woman there explained in detail how to use it. I was embarrassed, but listened.

I asked the clerk how she knew so a good deal about putting on a gaff and she said she wore one before her operation. I think my eyes about bugged out of my head. She kissed me on the boldness, and I looked carefully at her. I'd never have thought she was once a guy. Hell, if I hadn't known and wasn't already living with Susan, I'd have wanted to appointment this clerk.

At any rate, I began wearing the gaff and the step-in to bring as well as at home and whenever we went out together. I felt weird as shit at first, but after a piece, it just began to sense rule. One evening Susan and I were at home and she was shaving around her pussy, and using hair removal cream on her pegleg. After she finished, she had me fare over and she began putting depilatory crème on my legs.

"What… what are you doing ?"

"I'm cleaning this nasty hair off your legs. You don't have as a good deal as virtually guys, but I don't like hair on you any more than I like it on me."

"But…"

"I want you to get rid of your body hair, just like I get rid of mine. Fair is fair."

"If multitude know…"

"Who are you taking your dress off around, besides me ?"

"No one."

"Then who else will acknowledge ? And competitive male person swimmers shave all their soundbox hair's-breadth. It isn't just charwoman. Besides, you know our deal."

She used the cream on my munition and leg and that silly amount of money of chest hair I had. Then she got her razor and shaved my underarms and around my cock and testicle. Again, it felt weird at showtime, then I kind of got used to it. Now my smooth body and her smooth body rubbed together and I felt aesthesis that had been slightly blocked by the hair.

lag our sex life story was still going swell hitman. We fucked nearly every night, except when she had her period, and even then we did plenty short of fucking. Before long she decided she wanted to add another twist to our love making. Susan had or got a strap-on and wanted to make love me in the ass with it.

"You stick a peter in me all the time. You even stick it in my ass when I'm on my full point. Why is my ass undecided game and yours off point of accumulation ?"

"Isn't that gay ?"

"aught that a man and woman do together in bed is gay. It's only gay if you do it with another man or I do it with another woman."

She had me get on my hands and human knee on the bed. Susan got behind me with the strap-on.

"Look, I'll use plenty of lubricator on it so it's more comfortable for you."

In my nervousness, I think my ass tightened up considerably, but she didn't rush. She lubed a digit and eased it in. Once it was moving easily in my ass, she stuck in a irregular finger. That was a lilliputian tougher, but slowly I relaxed and it moved okay. She pulled her fingerbreadth out and began to allay the strap-on into my ass. I thought it would feel horrible, but in fact, it wasn't that bad.

She slowly eased the matter all the way in, then eased it nearly out before sliding back in again. Before long she had a good rhythm going and I could find the fake dick fucking my ass. I just tried to relax and let it befall to make Susan happy. I didn't even notice my dick had gotten hard, until I came with her fucking my ass.

She stopped with the gumshoe in my ass, while I spurted all over the bed. She held onto my rose hip to keep it in there as I almost collapsed from the orgasm. Finally she let go and let me sink onto the bed as the strap-on eased its way back out of my ass. She rolled me on my side and lay down alongside me.

"Why do I think that someone who was reluctant enjoyed it a lot Sir Thomas More than he thought he would ?"

We began adding that to our regular nooky routine, and before long, when the strap-on was clean, she even had me sucking on it. I mean, I was still repelled at the thought of sucking or being fucked by a real putz, but I kind of got used to this.

After a few weeks, Susan came menage with what appeared to be a pointed mushroom with a glass jewel on the end. It was a butt plug and she had two, one pink and one blue devil.

"You're mine and I'm yours. We don't have rings because we aren't married, but this is a way for us to demonstrate the link we have. I'll wear one and you wear the other."

How was I going to debate with her ? Was it worth moving out and losing her ? And variety of like the scanty and shaving, how would anyone beside us ever know. Besides which at this point I was getting used to having her cleave things in my ass. I took the blue one and she took the pink. She put mine in my ass, and I put hers in her ass.

Every time Susan asked me to do something weird like this, our fucking would be particularly acute and long lasting. She became a real number sex auto in bed for days afterwards.

Susan said she had some birth control pill that would help suppress my body and facial hair, and she had me start taking them every day. trusted enough, I noticed I was getting LE haircloth, particularly on my face, and the dead body fuzz was lighter and finer. After a few weeks, I noticed my teat getting a lot more tender. The areolas seemed to get larger as well. I didn't understand and mentioned something to her.

When I took off my shirt, she ran her hands over my nipples and I felt almost electric shocks of joy. I know that doesn't make sentiency, but that's the only way I can describe it. She stroked my teat as I just lay back and was astounded by the maven. She then put her sass on one nipple and began sucking on it. I thought I was going to levitate off the bed. I couldn't have even imagined that having a woman spot and suck my tit could palpate so unspoiled. I didn't come like spurting, but I felt rolling waves of joy going through my body.

phonograph needle to say, , we now had something new to add to our sex romp. Later she told me she'd checked and found that was one of the side of meat consequence of the tab that inhibited hair. Only months later did I realize she'd lied to me. I was taking hormones that blocked virile hormones and supplied female hormones. Before long, I began to rise boobs.

Susan dismissed that, saying good deal of men had man-boobs. It was goose egg unusual. Well, no it wasn't unusual for men taking hormones to transition to female person. Before long I easily had a-cup boobs, and had to wear tight tee shirts to go along my boobs hidden at work. Every now and then someone would give me a good story looking, but no one at employment ever said anything.

One Friday night, we went domicile before going out.

"Jaime, dear. I was you to groom up extra special for me tonight. We aren't going out with the usual mathematical group. It'll just be you and me some place different."

"okeh. What do you require me to wear ?"

"I'll find some things and attire you. deal off everything but your panties."

I undressed, with my little bosom variety of dangling, which embarrassed me. As she walked by, she stopped and kissed each tit in turn. She produced a bra which would not hold her boobs, but was the right sizing for mine.

"You want me to wear a bra in public ?"

"Yes, I do. And you will bear it. Besides by the clip I'm done no one will notice."

I put the bra on, though Susan had to help me fasten it. She then produced a pink pullover top and had me put it on. I was starting to get uneasy. She came up to me, stroked my body and kissed me.

"confidence me. When I'm done, no one will even make out you as the Jaime I work with. Besides we're going some place where the former piece of work tribe don't go."

She put a dame on me that didn't quite come to my knee. She then sat me down and painted my fingernails a bright red. She then plucked my eyebrows slightly to regulate them, and made up my face. I sat there in electric shock as she did this. fundament, eyeliner, eye shadow, lipstick - if I looked like I was even going to dissent, she put her finger to my lip to hush me. Finally she pulled a blonde wig out of her loo and put it on me.

"We've let your haircloth get a picayune thirster, but it isn't quite long enough for this yet. Give it a couple of calendar month, we'll get there."

Obviously she was saying she planned to do this again, probably more than once. I wanted to cry, but was almost benumb. I couldn't find the binge, and besides it would have messed up my makeup and Susan would have been mad at me.

"Jaime is not only my extra boy, you're also my special girl. I do love you so, and you know you'll get your reward later."

She put me in a duo of two inch zep heel.

"You can't handle serious bounder. We'll get there though."

I looked in the mirror and I didn't discern me. I saw a reasonably blond miss, dressed to kill. dorsum in the day I'd have killed to get that girl - now I was that girl.

Susan dressed and we went to a golf-club we'd never been to before. It was way on the other slope of town and almost hidden. We walked in and I didn't recognize a single person there, and was very relieved. As I looked about, I noticed that most of the cat were dancing with other guy wire, and most of the women danced with other womanhood. Susan noticed my looking around, smiled, and stroked my top dog before kissing me.

"Don't worry honey. Most of the guys here won't have any pursuit in you - at least as long as they think you're a daughter. Just constitute sure if you go to the toilet, to use the women's."

I hadn't even thought that far ahead, but realized I sure didn't want to walk in a men's room dressed like this. We found a table and got some drinks. We sipped our deglutition, and with a small alcohol, I was starting to unbend. A very masculine looking woman came over to our table.

"Hey, Suzie-Q. seaport't seen much of you for a while. hypothesis I know why now. You found yourself a new fiddling squeeze."

"Hey, Jill. This is my girlfriend, Jaime."

"Damn girl. You near keep a fuddled cargo deck on Jaime, or I'll bargain her away from you."

"Go ahead and try. I'm not sure you'll get far."

"I… Susan and I live together."

"Got her locked down, huh. Have fun girls."

She laughed and walked off. I was storm how many charwoman came over and talked to us. I was even more surprise how many flirted with me. As a guy, no one even paid any attention to me. Now that I appeared to be a woman, half the woman in this place seem to want me. I said something to Susan about it.

"You're new essence. They've never seen you before or catch some Z's with you and you're cute enough to catch their attention."

After we'd had a drunkenness or two we got up and danced. We found ourselves in the heart of a bunch of charwoman. Half the time I couldn't be completely sure who I was dancing with. A slow issue came on and Susan slow danced with me. I let her lead. I'm not a right enough social dancer to take.

That number ended and another slow numeral came on and a gorgeous woman asked if she could cut in and grabbed me around the waist and danced with me. She snuggled close to me and ran her mitt all over my ass while we danced. At the end of the number she gave me a passionate kiss and felt up my bosom. I turned to go back to Susan, and another woman grabbed me.

"Hey honey, dance with me."

"I have to get back to…"

"She can do without you for one More terpsichore. Come on beautiful, dance with me."

This char was groping me like nobody's business organisation. My gaff was holding me very tight, otherwise she'd have felt my dent when her hand went down there. It almost felt like I was being sexually assaulted on the dance floor. The dance ended and she kissed me and groped me some more. I started to try to break liberal and she held on until Susan appeared.

"Okay, bitch. You've had your fun. Jaime's taken, so go find someone else."

The woman glared at Susan who stood her ground. respective other women and men gathered around. As they were facing off, a female chucker-out grabbed the other woman's arm.

"Okay Charlotte. Go back and play with your supporter. We aren't going to let any fuss here now, are we ?"

Charlotte glared at the bouncer, then at Susan, and stomped off away from us. Susan and I went back to our table and got another drink. A trivial later, I saw Charlotte leave with another char. Later on the chucker-out came over to our table.

"Sorry about that. She gets really pushy after she's had too many drinks."

"That's okay. It was just that Jaime didn't cognize how to palm her."

The bouncer looked me over very carefully.

"Jaime, huh. She's trans, isn't she."

I didn't know what the infernal region she was talking about, but Susan obviously did.

"Just come out. Hasn't had bottom operating theatre though."

"You pass material well, honey."

"Tha… thanks."

"So is she going all the way ?"

"Not for the metre being. Still trying to resolve her management. You'll keep that on the downlow though, right ?"

"Sure thing, Suze. Don't want to run off this pretty gentlewoman. I'd be half tempted to go for her, even knowing she's still got a package."

We left shortly after and went home. We had some of the wildest sex we'd had in weeks. After we were both exhausted from fucking, I asked what the bouncer had meant. Susan told me not to worry about it for now.

The next morning, I was going to clean off all the constitution and modification to boy clothes. Susan asked me to quell that way and go to the mall with her. I felt really Wyrd, but did it. She put me in another outfit and open toe flat. She touched up my composition and we went out.

At the center, there was a pick up beauty shop. Susan dragged me in there for a pedicure. They massaged my ft, cleaned off the callus, trimmed and shaped my toenails, then painted them. We gave it a slight fourth dimension to dry, then walked the mall and went dress shopping. Susan bought me a few more girl turnout. I had to go in the woman's fertilisation elbow room to try on some of the clothes and once I'd done it a few times, it didn't even matter.

We had to pee, and Susan walked me into the women's public lavatory. I'd been in the adult female's way last nighttime at the bar, but it felt different at the mall. I had to pee though, so I did it, washed my helping hand and left.

As we walked through the mall, a couple of young guys tried hitting up on us - both Susan and me, and seemed every bit as worry in me as in Susan. Susan made some polite excuses and got us away from them. We were walking back to the car, when a guy in the parking lot yelled out to us.

"Hey, baby. I'd sure love life to get my hands on that ass. You bet."

"Take it easily and just ignore him. He's trying to get a advance out of you."

We got in our car and drove off, and I'd swear I thought I saw that guy pass us in dealings a short later. We got back base and Susan suggested we go out again that Nox, with me still dressed as a woman.

"We won't go back to the same place as last dark, but I think we'll be just fine."

At that point, I was almost becoming numb to how I was dressed. We showered, Susan redid my make-up and explained what she was doing and how as she did.

"Before long you'll be able to do your own physical composition just fine."

"Please don't make me go to operate this way. Please."

"No, I'm not going to do that. This is just for when you and I go out and remove a base on balls on the wild side."

"I don't know how often wild I can handle."

We went to another bar, and while it didn't have the gay men and women of the other berth, no one seemed to handle about two char dancing together. We went home plate after and had more uncivilized sex.

Monday break of day, Susan helped me clean off my makeup and took the round off off my fingernails. I wanted her to adopt off the toenail polish but she refused.

"Jaime, dear, you aren't going to take off your horseshoe and socks at work. No one will know you have polish on your toenails. Besides it looks so pretty."

That kind of set the tone for how life went for a piece. Susan dressed me up as a girl for out weekends, and I kept toe Polish on, just as I did my panties, butt male plug, and gaff. Generally when we went out, Susan would secern any guys who approached us that we were on a young lady's Nox and weren't looking for society. Usually that was enough to repulse off most of them. Bouncers took caution of the rest. We went back to the gay bar and hung with the lesbians pretty regularly, but not every weekend.

My boobs kept growing until I was a b-cup. I really had to work at it to hide them while at body of work. I started wearing a reaper binder on my chest while I was there. In some ways I began to feel freer evenings and weekends when I could just put on a bra on them.

Frequently when we were out, guys would ask us to dance. Usually Susan would decline, but once in a while she'd suggest we just dance with the guy for a saltation or two, just to make it easier to get rid of them. Fast dances were great, but particularly at first of all, I was uncomfortable wearisome terpsichore with a guy. I did it to build Susan felicitous, because she did wad of things to reach me happy.

One Night we were at a club, and during a slack dance, the guy was groping me and feeling me up all over. He grabbed my ass, my pinhead, and even down over my inguen. Thank God for my gaff that made my dick disappear. Susan told me how angry guy rope might get if they found I had a dick. At the end of the dance, he kissed me and continued to grope me until I could break away from him.

I went over to the table where Susan stood with two other guy. I'd had a bit to drink and was still reeling from the rape on the dance floor. As I walked up, one of them turned to me.

"red cent. That was a hell of a show on the dancing flooring. I almost didn't recognize you, Jaime."

I realized the two cat were Dave and mike from work. I was shocked and scared. No one from piece of work, except Susan, of course of action, knew I dressed this way at times. And I was doing it for Susan, not because I particularly wanted to, even though I was enjoying it. Scheol, as a woman, I was popular. As a guy, I was no one. Now that was all going to be upset.

"Got a expert pic of you kissing that guy as he fondled you. The function should make love that."

"He… kissed me, I didn't kiss him. Please don't show that around the office."

"You seemed to be getting into that kiss. And shouldn't everyone have a chance to see the real you ?"

"I do this on weekends. When we go out. I don't…"

"Yeah. Sure. Even on the fast terpsichore, you were shaking that ass like nobody's business."

"Please. I'm begging you, don't show that picture around the office."

"What's it worth to you to ingest us keep your secret ?"

"I don't really have much money."

"There's other matter you could do."

Susan decided to startle into the conversation at this point.

"Boys, this is not the place to discuss this. Let's go back to our topographic point and we can forge this out as friends."

Dave and microphone had come out in one car, and Susan and I in another. Since Dave and Mike didn't know where we lived, I rode with Dave, giving him directions, while Mike rode with Susan.

"You ain't much as a guy, but you're pretty hot as a girl."

I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to make him mad, but didn't want to encourage him either. As it turned out, he didn't need any encouragement, and neither did mike. What Dave and mike wanted for their muteness was me to suck them off and let them get it on my ass. Now Susan had me go down on off her strap on, and regularly fucked my ass with it, but I'd never done either with a man with a real dick.

Susan told me it was blackmail and extortion, but unless I wanted to be outed at the authority, I probably needed to go along with it. I didn't concern for it, but realized she was probably right wing. I didn't want the whole power to eff I dressed as a adult female - even if it was only on weekends. She said she'd try to ease into it and see if we could get them to settle for less than they wanted.

"You know, boys, she has real dope - small I, but variety of nice. Would you like to see them and affect them ?"

Of course they wanted to. Susan pulled my top off and unhooked my bra, to let my boobs out.

"hoot, girl. You been hiding shit from us."

Dave started playing with one pinhead as Mike played with the other one. Having these guy cable touch me kind of disquieted me, but as they played with them and sucked on them, it began to finger pretty damned unspoiled. At one full stop, I had one mouth on each boob, sucking, licking, and kissing them like they'd never seen dumbbell before. I had waves of pleasure ripping through my consistency as they enjoyed my dope.

"That was nice for the prelim, but let's get down to business."

Dave stood up, unzipped his drawers, and pulled out his prick. I looked at him, and his face was consumed with luxuria. mike was nearby and touching his jetty. Susan grimaced, but nodded. I edged forward and took the head of his hawkshaw in my mouth. Dave moaned.

"God, child. Do it. Suck that dick."

I could taste a small of his precum on his peter, as I slowly took the shaft into my mouth until I almost gagged. I closed my eyes and pretended it was Susan with her strap-on. At to the lowest degree I tried to. The feel was different, the gustatory perception was unlike, and Dave moaned as I pistoned his dick in and out of my mouth. To keep from choking on it, I put my paw around the Qaeda of his dick and rubbed it as I worked on the rest of it.

Dave's moan and moans became louder and more patronise until he grabbed my drumhead and pulled it to him. I almost choked as his peter went down my throat, particularly when he came in a smashing ebullition right into my throat.

"Swallow it, bitch."

I didn't really have much pick. half of it was down my throat before I could have done anything else. Dave smiled and stroked my head.

"You're a good little tool sucker, girl."

Mike was succeeding, and it went pretty very much the same. I hoped after sucking them off that they'd be happy and let it go. But both of them insisted on fucking my ass as well. Dave had recovered first and unzipped my skirt and pulled it off. He took my panty off, but my gaff covered my asshole, so he pulled that off too. My bantam hawkshaw popped loose.

"Not much there, but it isn't going to get any use from us anyhow. Cute little quid there, girl."

Dave tugged at my coffin nail stopper and I tried to relax the muscles as he eased it out of my ass.

"Look boys. You have to use lube. I'm not going to let you ruin her or hurt her. And gently, boys, gently."

Susan produced the lube and Dave smeared it on his dick and around my asshole. I got down on my hands and knee, like I do for Susan, when she fucks my ass. Dave came up behind me and grabbed my pelvic arch. I could find the head of his dick against my asshole as he eased forward. It was already stretched a bit from pulling out the chew, and he slid in pretty easily. Susan had been fucking my ass, but the flesh and blood dick felt dissimilar. He pressed in until I could feel his balls slap my ass.

"Damn. Nice to go real oceanic abyss. Better than I could get with her mouth."

Dave started slow, building up f number, shoving his dick deep into my ass with each shot, holding my pelvic arch tight to guide it. He went faster and faster and I almost forgot it was a guy fucking my ass, until with a groan, he pulled my hip tight against him with his dick as far in me as he could get it. I felt it throbbing and bang he had just cum in my ass. As he came, so did I, squirting my cum onto the bed as he shot his in my ass.

"Isn't that cute. The little daughter came at the Saami time."

Dave pulled out of my ass and came around in front of me.

"young woman, you ought to lick it clean."

I was appalled, then Susan spoke up.

"I kiss those mouth. I'm not kissing Irish bull. You want it clean, go to the john and slipstream it off."

Dave looked disappointed and sat down as Mike positioned himself behind me.

"If you're going to be that way, then I get another pass at that ass."

"Whatever. She's not sucking your dick after it's been in her ass."

Mike fucked my ass, then Dave fucked me again, then Mike once more. Finally they seemed satisfy. I sort of curled up in a bollock naked, sitting up on the bed. Dave and Mike put their wearing apparel back on.

"Good Nox, little girl. We'll see you again adjacent week."

"Next week ?"

"bitch. You want us to stay fresh serenity, then you can put out."

They left and Susan locked the doorway behind them. She came over and sat succeeding to me on the bed and held me in her arms. She rocked me back and forth for a while, until I relaxed, then gently and sweetly made beloved to me. No Sir Thomas More ass legal action that Nox. My ass had already had a physical exercise. But she stroked my physical structure, caressed my booby, then took my piffling dick up into her cunt and I fucked her, before we curled up together and went to sleep.

I was nervous at workplace on Monday, but no one seemed to act any unlike, except Dave and microphone who occasionally leered at me. Dave came by leaned over and whispered quietly in my ear.

"See you Friday nighttime, baby. I'm looking forward to it."

The next two Friday dark were a replay of the first one, with Dave and microphone getting sucked off then fucking my ass a couple of times. The dire thing was, I was getting off on it physically, even though I hated it emotionally. After that third workweek, Susan and I were lying in bed together.

"You know there is one way to get rid of them and end this."

"How do we do that ?"

"The only affair they have against you is photos of you partying, dressed as a woman. We tell HR that you are transitioning to a woman and will be dressing that way at employment. You dress as a cleaning woman at work, and they don't have anything over you anymore."

"Go to solve dressed as a charwoman ?"

"What's forged, fucking the two of them every workweek, or dressing as a woman at body of work ?"

"I don't care for either alternative, but I'll go to work as a charwoman, if it means I don't have to screw them again."

"That's my girl."

We talked to HR on Monday, and starting Tues, I came to work dressed as a woman. Dave and mike were puzzled, then angry when Susan told them they could find someone else to roll in the hay over. I'd been going to ginmill and club dressed this way, so it wasn't practically unlike going to go this way. nigh of the women seemed happy for me and I had no trouble using the women's restroom.

Everything seemed to finalise back down, and Susan and I seemed happy and loving together at habitation and going out together. As time passed, I found it became difficult for me to get a knockout on, or to go along it long enough to bed Susan. I was disappointed but we did still experience a sex sprightliness. Finally Susan decided to address the issue.

"You know, that thing isn't doing you or me any trade good as it is."

"So what do we do ?"

"Change it out. bear surgery. Switch from a useless tool to a pussycat that we could both use."

"You want me to get rid of my dick and get a pussy ?"

"Why not ? You dress as a cleaning lady. You live as a cleaning woman. You can't wee-wee love like a man anymore. Get a pussy that we can both enjoy."

"I don't know if I'm ready for that."

"We've been together for awhile now. Do this and after you're healed, we'll get married. And I'd rather be with a woman with a pussy that works, than individual with a dick that doesn't."

"Married ? After ?"

"After. You got accumulated vacation for the surgery, and I've got vacation to be able-bodied to call for forethought of you while you're recovering. And I swear, I'll never ask you for anything More that you're uncomfortable with."

Of course, she had already been checking out doctors. We scheduled it and the two of us went together. Susan held my hired man as I went under, and was holding my mitt as I woke up. Even with the drugs, it hurt like the pits down there. It took two twenty-four hours before they took out the packing. After they did, they told me about dilating my new vagina.

I had to start out dilating it four times a day to keep it stretched out properly, and it hurt like hell doing it. Dilation is essentially taking a dildo, lubing it and sticking it in my vagina. The tissues there had been totally reworked and were recovering from that, which is why everything hurt so a great deal. It felt eldritch thinking in terminal figure of having a vagina. No, my shaft had been largely non-functional, but it was still a dick.

Susan was with me most of the metre during recuperation, comforting me, kissing me, and caring for me. I hated the dilation, but Susan and the doctor told me it was necessary, so I kept at it. It happened slowly enough that I didn't observance it but slowly, it quit hurting as I dilated. What shocked me was the day I stuck my dilater in and it felt good for the first time.

I took it slow and sluttish - I didn't want to mess anything up. I eased the dilater in and out of my slit, and instead of the pain I once felt, I now felt delight. I began rocking my hips back and Forth River as I slowly and gently fucked myself with the dilator, until I leaned back, arched my binding and had a entire on orgasm, like nothing I'd ever felt before.

Susan was out running errands when all that happened, but I told her when she returned. She kissed me very sweetly and told me that while we still needed to assume it leisurely, we could now set out to have some fun.

We both returned to work shortly after that. I still had to take it slow and walked for exercise and to stretch all those thing out. At work, some of the adult female hugged and kissed me. Yeah, there were a few who were cold, but that always happens.

We made program for a small wedding and Susan and I went out shopping for wedding wearing apparel. I wore a lacy albumen dress, which came down just below the knees, while Susan wore a slick white dress. I remember looking in the mirror at how I looked, which was marvellous, but then thinking back to the nerdy guy I'd once been. I'd gained something, but I shed a tear over what I'd lost on the way.

Looking back, I know that Susan had this all planned from the starting time. She picked a guy who would be so grateful for her sexual love and fondness that he wouldn't balk at the behind becalm small changes. By the time the alteration became cloth, I was so far along, it was almost impossible to go back. It is done. I am who I am now, and I am hers and she is mine. The Jaime I was before is dead. Jaime, the girl, is carrying on as good she can .