My name is Jaime, and this is my history. I was always slight of build, with delicate features. I seemed to top out at about 5'4"and 130 pounds with a face that looked like it could be either a boy or a girl. When puberty hit, I didn't get the consistency haircloth that most of the other boy got. I desperately hoped for a beard, but could never get more than a few stray hairs or darn of hair's-breadth, generally pretty unsightly. Though long fuzz was sort of stylish, I kept mine short. Too many people thought I was a girl as it was.

I tried being one of the Guy, but all the other boys seemed interested in was cars, sports, hunting, sportfishing, hitman, and making rude comment about miss. When I wasn't as macho as some of the early male child, some of them started calling me a faggot, and asking me to suckle their dicks. I decided I really didn't need that kind of tinker's damn, and I was worry in girl, not boys.

I ended up hanging out more with the girls, though none of them had any interest in me. At least they were friendly and most of them were not opprobrious like the boys were. A few times, I had girls start calling me name, but the others girls told them to shut the piece of ass up. I became the ‘ safe boy'the one they could talk to when their beau hurt them. They could cry on my shoulder, hug me, and snog me on the cheek. I was rubber, because I knew my shoes. I was not going to make out with them, and I certainly had no luck of fucking them.

After high schoolhouse, I started community college. My kinsfolk didn't have much money and I couldn't afford any Sir Thomas More than that, besides I was a middling average student - no real genius. I hung in long enough to get a two twelvemonth degree, then my money and interest ran out. At least that degree was enough to help me get an office type job. Given my deficiency of muscle, I sure didn't want to do strong-arm labor.

I found myself doing customer service oeuvre - hardly thrilling, but it was honest employment in a Nice air conditioned government agency. almost of my fellow worker were cleaning lady, and a lot of the men there were gay. I ended up hanging with the women, a lot like I did in school. As long as I wasn't loud, obnoxious, or pushy, which I never was, they were happy for me to hang up with them.

I figured my circumstances was to always be the guy who adult female 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 and to be wanted and needed, but the terms was More than I'd have been comfy with.

Susan joined the company and became role of the group of women I hung with. Susan was about 24, compared to my 21, with a jolly aspect, and she carried herself with a sentiency of self self-assurance. She was about my elevation, but with nice curves, shoulder distance brown fuzz, a smile that could run pump, along with c-cup breasts.

At firstly, she seemed much like the others, then slowly thing began to exchange. When she hugged me, the hugs seemed to be farseeing and somehow more intimate. She seemed to be physically nearer to me than any of the early cleaning lady were. I never wanted to get my Hope up only to be disappointed, so I kind of dismissed it and laughed it off.

I'd go out drinking with the girls and as it went on, Susan and I were often among the finally to exit. In my cause, I wanted the society. Hanging with the women was far safe than sitting in my tiny studio apartment flat by myself watching cable TV, which is what I did all too often.

One Fri eventide, it was getting to be eleven or so, and the 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 piffling bit, the other woman stood up, gave a small half laugh, and spoke.

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

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

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

"It doesn't bother me. One Night, one of the woman said, ‘ No law-breaking intended, but you're just like one of the girlfriend ’."

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

"Was that terrible ?'

"No ! It was great."

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

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

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

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

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

"Where am I going to get hugging example. None of the woman want to snog me."

"Aren't I a char ?"

"Yes. I didn't mean…"

"And didn't I kiss you ?"

"Yes. And it was great."

I felt anxious and looked sheeplike, as she looked at me with a little half smiling on her face.

"I'd lovemaking 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 stop consonant. No arguments - period."

"Okay. I'll do it."

"Let's go back to my place. It's a little more private and we can speak about it and get to know each former better."

I'd never had a woman invite me to her place. I'd never had one will to get along to my spot - for any rationality, even an innocent one. Here was this gorgeous woman, inviting me to arrive to her place, and hinting we could kiss, and maybe even more. At that point I'd have sold my someone for that chance, and in one sense I guess I did.

Her space was last by, a Nice piffling one bedroom apartment with a comfortable sofa in the living room. She invited me to sit down and asked me if I'd like a glass of wine. The mathematical group had largely been drinking wine that Nox, and I'd been drinking it as well, so I accepted. Susan poured looking glass of wine for both her and I and came over to sit by me on the sofa.

I took a big potable of the wine, because I was skittish as hell. She took a sip of wine, then set her Methedrine down on the burnt umber table in strawman of us, and had me do likewise.

"Different charwoman like different thing, but for the virtually part, we don't want you to simply glue your lips to ours and try to stuff your natural language down our throat. Be odoriferous, take it a little slower. Let me demonstrate."

She leaned forward and pulled me closer to her, then first just brushed her backtalk against mine, then again a bit firmer. She kept at it, from different angles, with varying firmness, even using her clapper to brush my back talk. I'd never been so excited in my life, but tried paying tending and doing to her what she was doing to me. Sometimes we'd ignition lock mouth hard and she'd have a quick swipe of her tongue deeper in my mouth. I sat there kissing her, thinking aught could be better 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 tastes. You have to do whatever, even if it's kinky."

"Kinky ? How kinky ?"

"We won't leave scars or bruise, at to the lowest degree zero 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 for sure not going to wonder it. I reached out and with precarious fingers began to undo the buttons. It was a sparkle blue and came down to her waist, but did not tuck in her chick, though it didn't show any middle. In spite of my fumbling, I got all the buttons undone. She leaned forward, with her arms back slightly.

"Open it up, and take aim it off me."

I opened it extensive and slid it down her shoulders and weapons system and she turned slightly to let me take 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 sofa, then leaned forward and kissed me again. I kissed her back eagerly and was not surely what was coming, but felt sure I'd commemorate it. After we kissed for a minute, she pulled away again and turned her dorsum toward me.

"Can you unhook my bra ?"

If I was shaky before, just opine what I was like now. I reached out and pulled the back of the bra slightly away from her book binding, then fumbled to unhook the two sides, but managed in spite of my clumsiness. I let go of the two ends of the bra.

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

I rubbed across her rachis where the chief straps had been and could see some red marks from wearing the bra.

"Go up also."

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

"The shoulders, and up into the neck."

My hands aren't that strong, but I began to knead her shoulders and her cervix. I kept at it until my hands began to wear upon. Finally, she turned toward me and I got my first good look at her breasts. for sure I'd seen photos of dummy, but this was the starting time time I'd seen any in individual with my own eyes. I think my lip hung candid from the impact. She kissed me again.

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

I could see my hands shaking as I reached for her boobs with both hands. 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 and soft they felt and how adept it felt to play with them. The nipples were hard and she moaned every time I touched them.

"Kiss them. snog the teat. suck 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 white meat in my backtalk, kissing and sucking on it as I continued to play with her former breast with my right-hand script. Susan leaned back on the sofa as I kissed and sucked on her boobs, switching back and Forth from the right wing to left and plump for again repeatedly.

"fill your shirt off and hug me. I want to finger your skin against mine."

I was so eager to do that, I actually ripped a release loose in my hysteria. I had a tee shirt under my shirt and pulled it off as well. Then I pulled her to me feeling her business firm nipples scraping against my chest of drawers. I looked in her center, and she opened her lips a bit, so I kissed her. As we kissed, I rubbed her back, then snuck a deal around to tease apart her left knocker or what I could get at of it.

"outdoor stage up."

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

"Unzip my skirt."

At this point I was so far into terra incognita that I wasn't even uneasy any more. I reached out undid the button at the top of her skirt, then unzipped it. I let go of the zip and the wench fell to the floor at her substructure. She stepped out of her dame and kicked off her shoes, so she was now only in her panties in front of me.

"issue off your pants."

I kicked off my place, not even bothering to unbrace them, then undid my belted ammunition, unzipped my trouser, let them fall 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 office, sometimes side by side, sometimes me on top, and sometimes her. At one point she rolled off me, and stopped me from rolling onto her. She lifted her hips off the bed.

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

I pulled her panty down, and as I did she dropped her hips back to the bed and lifted her feet so I could pull them all the way off. I flung them across the room, then took off my undershorts. I thought maybe she was ready to own me in her, but instead she pulled my read/write head down to her cunt and spread her legs. She was completely shaved down there and her pussy was capable in nominal head of me.

I stuck my knife out and licked her dent from the bottomland to the top. As I reached the top, her clit peeked out from the faithful, just a little bit. I took the little nub between my lip and sucked on it, as she gasped and pushed her pussycat into my face. Her pussy lips spread heart-to-heart further and her clit stuck out more. I stuck my tongue into her snatch and kissed licked and sucked on her pussy and clit like there was no tomorrow. I felt like if I died that dark, my life would take been complete.

She moaned and wrapped her branch around my cervix, pulling me closer and tighter to her. I got my hand back into the hale thing by grabbing her ass and massaging that as I worked her snatch over. She rocked back and forth, then arched her back, grabbing my forefront in her hands and holding it so tight to her that I could barely rest. Her succus flowed freely, until she actually squirted in my lip and on my face.

After she settled back down again, she let my head go and no longer held my neck tight with her peg. She unwrapped her pegleg and pulled me up her torso to lie on top of her. She kissed me, tasting her own succus on my mouthpiece and face.

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

She lifted up on my pelvic girdle and I lifted them off her. She reached down, grabbed my putz and guided it into her pussy. I was a little refer, because my prick 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. nooky me."

I could experience her snatch gripping my dick and it felt like aught ever before. Okay, 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 tactual sensation that if I never got another chance, it was still more than worth it. I realized I was about to come, and told her. In the meantime, she'd wrapped her wooden leg around my shank and as I started to come, rip me deep inside her. I collapsed onto her, almost unconscious from the feelings. As I regained my senses, I looked at her, and kissed her.

"God, I love you Susan."

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

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

I woke up the next morning in bed with my head on her articulatio humeri, with my backtalk near her breast. For just a irregular, I wondered if final stage Nox and the morning had just been part of some fantastic wet pipe dream. Susan woke up and stroked my head. I looked up at her and we kissed.

For solar day after that, we went back to her home and made sexual love at Night. Since we had to go to puzzle out to the highest degree sunrise, she told me I could bring some of my clothes over for when I stayed the Nox, which now seemed to be every night. After a distich of weeks, I simply moved in and let my studio apartment go. I contributed to the snag at her post. Slowly the alteration began.

"Those tighty whities you wear are ugly. first-class honours degree, Edward Douglas White Jr. undershorts are so last millennium, and second base they've started to turn gray. We need to get you something new and pretty."

"Pretty ?"

"Something to make you look sexy."

"Like what ?"

"I want you to fag out some nice panties."

"You mean like… ?"

"That's exactly what I mean."

"I can't fag out panties."

"Why not ?"

"What would the other people in the power think ?"

"You go around showing your underclothing to the other masses in the post ?"

"No, but…"

"Then how would they ever know ? If you're disquieted, pee in a stall, just don't pearl pants and panties all the way to the floor and no one will ever be able-bodied to tell."

"It doesn't feel right."

"You said you'd do what I ask you to. I'm asking you to wear panties. If you aren't going to do what I ask, then move back out and see if you can encounter another girlfriend. Remember, I told you I was a little kinky."

We went out shopping and she bought me several yoke of panties, all very feminine. I was concerned about how I'd keep my penis in the panties. It's small, but there isn't much room in the crotch. She took me to a strength store and bought me a gaff to pucker my dick out of the way. The adult female there explained in contingent how to use it. I was embarrassed, but listened.

I asked the shop clerk how she knew so often about putting on a gaff and she said she wore one before her functioning. I think my eyes about bugged out of my foreland. She kissed me on the face, and I looked carefully at her. I'd never have thought she was once a guy. snake pit, if I hadn't known and wasn't already living with Susan, I'd have wanted to particular date this clerk.

At any rate, I began wearing the gaff and the step-in to operate as well as at nursing home and whenever we went out together. I felt weird as mother fucker at initiative, but after a patch, it just began to feel normal. One evening Susan and I were at abode and she was shaving around her puss, and using hair's-breadth removal cream on her pegleg. After she finished, she had me come over and she began putting depilator crème on my legs.

"What… what are you doing ?"

"I'm cleaning this awful whisker off your legs. You don't have as lots as most 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 tomentum, just like I get rid of mine. Fair is fair."

"If people know…"

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

"No one."

"Then who else will know ? And free-enterprise Male natator shave all their body hair. It isn't just adult female. Besides, you know our deal."

She used the pick on my arms and legs and that pathetic measure of chest haircloth I had. Then she got her razor and shaved my underarms and around my dick and musket ball. Again, it felt Weird at first, then I kind of got used to it. Now my smooth body and her shine torso rubbed together and I felt sensations that had been slightly blocked by the hair.

meanwhile our sex life story was still going great triggerman. We fucked nearly every night, except when she had her period, and even then we did plenty short of fucking. Before tenacious she decided she wanted to add another twist to our love fashioning. Susan had or got a strap-on and wanted to fuck 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 period. Why is my ass unfold game and yours off limit ?"

"Isn't that gay ?"

"zero 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 paw and knees on the bed. Susan got behind me with the strap-on.

"flavor, I'll use plenitude of lube on it so it's more comfortable for you."

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

She slowly eased the thing all the way in, then eased it nearly out before sliding back in again. Before foresightful she had a good round going and I could feel the fake shaft fucking my ass. I just tried to unwind and let it happen to shit Susan happy. I didn't even notice my dick had gotten hard, until I came with her fucking my ass.

She stopped with the dick in my ass, while I spurted all over the bed. She held onto my coxa 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 more than he thought he would ?"

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

After a few week, Susan came house with what appeared to be a pointed mushroom with a glass jewel on the end. It was a butt ballyhoo and she had two, one pink and one blue angel.

"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 demo the connexion 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 kind of like the panty and shaving, how would anyone beside us ever know. Besides which at this tip I was getting used to having her stick affair in my ass. I took the blue air 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 intense and long lasting. She became a real sex automobile in bed for days afterwards.

Susan said she had some pills that would help curb my consistence and facial hair, and she had me set off taking them every day. Sure enough, I noticed I was getting to a lesser extent fuzz, particularly on my face, and the body haircloth was calorie-free and finer. After a few weeks, I noticed my nipples getting a lot more sensitive. The areola seemed to get bombastic as well. I didn't understand and mentioned something to her.

When I took off my shirt, she ran her hands over my mammilla and I felt almost electric jolt of joy. I know that doesn't make sense, but that's the entirely way I can account it. She stroked my nipples as I just lay back and was astounded by the aesthesis. She then put her backtalk 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 adult female spot and absorb my nipples could feel so good. I didn't come like spurting, but I felt rolling waves of pleasure going through my body.

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

Susan dismissed that, saying quite a little of men had man-boobs. It was nada unusual. fountainhead, no it wasn't strange for men taking hormones to transition to female. Before prospicient I easily had a-cup boobs, and had to wear fast tee shirts to keep my boobs hidden at workplace. Every now and then mortal would give me a funny remark look, but no one at work ever said anything.

One Friday night, we went home before going out.

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

"okey. What do you want me to wear ?"

"I'll find some thing and dress you. Take off everything but your panties."

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

"You want me to put on a bra in public ?"

"Yes, I do. And you will hold out it. Besides by the metre 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 slipover top and had me put it on. I was starting to get uneasy. She came up to me, stroked my body and kissed me.

"trustfulness me. When I'm done, no one will even acknowledge you as the Jaime I work with. Besides we're going some plaza where the former work common people don't go."

She put a bird on me that didn't quite come to my knees. She then sat me down and piebald my fingernails a bright red. She then plucked my brow slightly to shape them, and made up my face. I sat there in electrical shock as she did this. Base, eyeliner, eye fantasm, lip rouge - if I looked like I was even going to protest, she put her finger to my lip to hush me. Finally she pulled a blonde wig out of her water closet and put it on me.

"We've let your hairsbreadth get a little longer, 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 dull. I couldn't find the binge, and besides it would make messed up my war paint and Susan would experience been mad at me.

"Jaime is not only my exceptional boy, you're also my special young lady. I do get laid you so, and you know you'll get your payoff later."

She put me in a twain of two inch Cuban sandwich heels.

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

I looked in the mirror and I didn't recognize me. I saw a pretty blonde girlfriend, dressed to kill. cover in the day I'd have killed to get that missy - now I was that girl.

Susan dressed and we went to a society we'd never been to before. It was way on the other side of town and almost hidden. We walked in and I didn't agnise a I soul there, and was very relieved. As I looked about, I noticed that to the highest degree of the guys were dancing with other guys, and most of the women danced with other women. Susan noticed my looking around, smiled, and stroked my headspring before kissing me.

"Don't vexation love. Most of the guys here won't have any interest in you - at to the lowest degree as long as they think you're a girl. Just make sure if you go to the bathroom, to use the adult female's."

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

"Hey, Suzie-Q. Haven't seen much of you for a patch. Guess I know why now. You found yourself a new little squeeze."

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

"shit missy. You better keep a tight hold on Jaime, or I'll steal 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 surprised how many flirted with me. As a guy, no one even paid any tending to me. Now that I appeared to be a woman, half the women in this place seem to want me. I said something to Susan about it.

"You're impertinent meat. They've never seen you before or slept with you and you're cute enough to captivate their attention."

After we'd had a drink or two we got up and danced. We found ourselves in the middle of a bunch of cleaning lady. Half the metre I couldn't be completely certainly who I was dancing with. A irksome issue came on and Susan slack danced with me. I let her principal. I'm not a skillful enough dancer to head.

That number ended and another slow routine 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 helping hand all over my ass while we danced. At the end of the number she gave me a passionate kiss and felt up my dumbbell. I turned to go back to Susan, and another adult female grabbed me.

"Hey love, dance with me."

"I have to get back to…"

"She can do without you for one More dancing. come in on beautiful, saltation with me."

This cleaning lady was groping me like nobody's line of work. My gaff was holding me very tight, otherwise she'd have felt my peter when her hired man went down there. It almost felt like I was being sexually assaulted on the dance floor. The dancing ended and she kissed me and groped me some more. I started to try to break free and she held on until Susan appeared.

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

The woman glared at Susan who stood her ground. Several other char and men gathered around. As they were facing off, a female bouncer grabbed the other woman's arm.

"okay Charlotte. Go back and take on with your friends. We aren't going to have any bother here now, are we ?"

Charlotte glared at the chucker-out, then at Susan, and stomped off away from us. Susan and I went back to our table and got another drink. A little later, I saw charlotte forget with another woman. Later on the bouncer 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 get it on how to handle her."

The bouncer looked me over very carefully.

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

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

"Just come out. Hasn't had bottom surgical procedure though."

"You pass literal well, honey."

"Tha… thanks."

"So is she going all the way ?"

"Not for the time being. Still trying to make up one's mind her direction. You'll keep that on the downlow though, right ?"

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

We left shortly after and went family. 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 daybreak, I was going to clean off all the makeup and alteration to boy clothes. Susan asked me to abide that way and go to the center with her. I felt really weird, but did it. She put me in another outfit and open toe flats. She touched up my physical composition and we went out.

At the center, there was a nail beauty salon. Susan dragged me in there for a pedicure. They massaged my feet, cleaned off the callosity, trimmed and shaped my toenails, then painted them. We gave it a little clip to dry, then walked the mall and went clothes shopping. Susan bought me a few more girl outfits. I had to go in the womanhood's dressing rooms to try on some of the clothes and once I'd done it a few meter, it didn't even matter.

We had to pee, and Susan walked me into the fair sex's restroom. I'd been in the women's room hold out night at the bar, but it felt dissimilar at the shopping center. I had to pee though, so I did it, washed my hands and left.

As we walked through the shopping center, a couple of young guy cable tried hitting up on us - both Susan and me, and seemed every bit as interested in me as in Susan. Susan made some civil 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 to get my script on that ass. You bet."

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

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

"We won't go back to the same plaza as last-place 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 composition and explained what she was doing and how as she did.

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

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

"No, I'm not going to do that. This is just for when you and I go out and need a walkway on the uncivilised side."

"I don't acknowledge how much wild I can handle."

We went to another bar, and while it didn't have the gay men and womanhood of the other place, no one seemed to handle about two women dancing together. We went home after and had More violent sex.

Monday first light, Susan helped me pick off my makeup and took the polish off my fingernails. I wanted her to lease off the toenail polish but she refused.

"Jaime, dearest, you aren't going to remove off your shoes 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 while. Susan dressed me up as a girl for out weekends, and I kept toenail cultivation on, just as I did my panties, fanny plug, and gaff. Generally when we went out, Susan would recount any guy rope who approached us that we were on a girl's night and weren't looking for companionship. Usually that was enough to force back off most of them. Bouncers took precaution of the rest. We went back to the gay bar and hung with the lesbians pretty regularly, but not every weekend.

My knocker kept growing until I was a b-cup. I really had to figure out at it to veil them while at work. I started wearing a ligature on my pectus while I was there. In some ways I began to feel freer evening and weekends when I could just wear a bra on them.

Frequently when we were out, guys would ask us to trip the light fantastic. Usually Susan would decline, but once in a patch she'd suggest we just terpsichore with the Guy for a dance or two, just to make it easier to get rid of them. degraded terpsichore were great, but particularly at inaugural, I was uncomfortable slow saltation with a guy. I did it to make Susan felicitous, because she did plenty of things to make me happy.

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

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

"Damn. That was a hell of a show on the dance floor. I almost didn't recognize you, Jaime."

I realized the two guys were Dave and Mike from work. I was shocked and scared. No one from study, except Susan, of grade, knew I dressed this way at multiplication. And I was doing it for Susan, not because I particularly wanted to, even though I was enjoying it. Hell, as a woman, I was popular. As a guy, I was no one. Now that was all going to be upset.

"Got a good pic of you kissing that guy as he fondled you. The office should bonk that."

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

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

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

"Yeah. Sure. Even on the fast dance, you were shaking that ass like cypher's business."

"Please. I'm mendicancy you, don't display that picture around the office."

"What's it worth to you to bear us keep your underground ?"

"I don't really throw much money."

"There's early things you could do."

Susan decided to jump into the conversation at this point.

"Boys, this is not the place to hash out this. Let's go back to our place and we can work 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 focus, 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 boost, and neither did Mike. What Dave and Mike wanted for their silence was me to suck them off and let them have it off my ass. Now Susan had me suck off her strap on, and regularly fucked my ass with it, but I'd never done either with a man with a rattling dick.

Susan told me it was blackmail and extortion, but unless I wanted to be outed at the post, I probably needed to go along with it. I didn't care for it, but realized she was probably right. I didn't want the unhurt office to know I dressed as a woman - even if it was only on weekends. She said she'd try to still into it and see if we could get them to settle for less than they wanted.

"You know, boys, she has real pinhead - pocket-sized I, but kind of prissy. Would you like to see them and extend to them ?"

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

"red cent, missy. You been hiding hoot from us."

Dave started playing with one dope as Mike played with the former one. Having these guy wire touch me sort of disturbed me, but as they played with them and sucked on them, it began to experience pretty damned expert. At one decimal point, I had one sass on each dummy, sucking, licking, and kissing them like they'd never seen boobs before. I had waves of pleasure ripping through my physical structure as they enjoyed my knocker.

"That was courteous for the prelims, but let's get down to business."

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

"God, infant. Do it. suction that dick."

I could taste a little of his precum on his dick, 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 least I tried to. The feel was different, the gustation was unlike, and Dave moaned as I pistoned his dick in and out of my oral cavity. To go along from choking on it, I put my hand around the base of his hawkshaw and rubbed it as I worked on the residuum of it.

Dave's groan and groan became louder and more frequent until he grabbed my head and pulled it to him. I almost choked as his dick went down my throat, particularly when he came in a great gush right into my pharynx.

"Swallow it, bitch."

I didn't really have a good deal alternative. Half of it was down my throat before I could feature done anything else. Dave smiled and stroked my head.

"You're a expert little prick sucker, girl."

Mike was following, and it went pretty a good deal the Saame. I hoped after sucking them off that they'd be felicitous and let it go. But both of them insisted on fucking my ass as well. Dave had recovered first and unzipped my chick and pulled it off. He took my panties off, but my gaff covered my asshole, so he pulled that off too. My flyspeck dick popped loose.

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

Dave tugged at my butt end male plug and I tried to relax the muscles as he eased it out of my ass.

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

Susan produced the lubricator and Dave smeared it on his tool and around my asshole. I got down on my hands and knees, like I do for Susan, when she fucks my ass. Dave came up behind me and grabbed my rosehip. I could feel the brain of his putz against my asshole as he eased forward. It was already stretched a bit from pulling out the stopper, and he slid in pretty easily. Susan had been fucking my ass, but the flesh and line of descent dick felt unlike. He pressed in until I could feel his balls slap my ass.

"darn. Nice to go real deep. Better than I could get with her mouth."

Dave started slow, building up swiftness, shoving his cock deep into my ass with each stroke, holding my hip joint tight to pass it. He went faster and faster and I almost forgot it was a guy fucking my ass, until with a groan, he pulled my hips tight against him with his dick as far in me as he could get it. I felt it throbbing and knew 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 same time."

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

"Girl, you ought to lick it clean."

I was appalled, then Susan spoke up.

"I kiss those lip. I'm not kissing shit. You want it scavenge, go to the can and lavation 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 gratify. I kind of curled up in a orchis bare, sitting up on the bed. Dave and microphone put their dress back on.

"goodness night, little girl. We'll see you again next week."

"Next week ?"

"Bitch. You want us to keep serenity, then you can put out."

They left and Susan locked the door behind them. She came over and sat next 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 sexual love to me. No Sir Thomas More ass action that night. My ass had already had a workout. But she stroked my dead body, caressed my boobs, then took my little shaft up into her pussy and I fucked her, before we curled up together and went to sleep.

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

"See you Friday Nox, sister. I'm looking forward to it."

The next two Friday night were a replay of the outset one, with Dave and mike getting sucked off then fucking my ass a couple of prison term. The frightening matter was, I was getting off on it physically, even though I hated it emotionally. After that third calendar week, 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 but thing they have against you is photograph of you partying, dressed as a woman. We tell HR that you are transitioning to a charwoman and will be dressing that way at work. You dress as a woman at study, and they don't have anything over you anymore."

"Go to work dressed as a cleaning lady ?"

"What's worse, fucking the two of them every week, or dressing as a woman at employment ?"

"I don't guardianship for either choice, but I'll go to work as a cleaning lady, if it means I don't have to sleep with them again."

"That's my girl."

We talked to HR on Monday, and starting Tuesday, I came to work dressed as a woman. Dave and microphone were puzzled, then angry when Susan told them they could observe individual else to sleep together over. I'd been going to prevention and clubs dressed this way, so it wasn't much different going to form this way. about of the women seemed glad for me and I had no job using the adult female's public convenience.

Everything seemed to settle back down, and Susan and I seemed happy and loving together at dwelling and going out together. As time passed, I found it became difficult for me to get a hard on, or to observe it long enough to do it Susan. I was disappointed but we did still experience a sex spirit. Finally Susan decided to address the issue.

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

"So what do we do ?"

"change it out. Have surgery. tack from a useless dick to a cunt that we could both use."

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

"Why not ? You dress as a woman. You live as a woman. You can't make 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 mortal with a dick that doesn't."

"Married ? After ?"

"After. You got accumulated holiday for the surgery, and I've got vacation to be able to use up care 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 physician. We scheduled it and the two of us went together. Susan held my hand as I went under, and was holding my helping hand as I woke up. Even with the drugs, it hurt like hell down there. It took two days before they took out the packing. After they did, they told me about dilating my new vagina.

I had to jump out dilating it four fourth dimension a day to restrain 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 much. It felt weird thought process in terms of having a vagina. No, my gumshoe had been largely non-functional, but it was still a dick.

Susan was with me most of the time during recovery, comforting me, kissing me, and caring for me. I hated the dilatation, but Susan and the doctor told me it was necessity, 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 for the first time clip.

I took it slow and easy - I didn't want to mess anything up. I eased the dilater in and out of my cunt, and instead of the pain I once felt, I now felt pleasance. I began rocking my articulatio coxae back and forth as I slowly and gently fucked myself with the dilator, until I leaned back, arched my spinal column and had a to the full 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 take it easily, we could now start to have some fun.

We both returned to work shortly after that. I still had to engage it light and walked for usage and to load all those matter out. At employment, some of the women hugged and kissed me. Yeah, there were a few who were cold, but that always happens.

We made programme for a lowly wedding and Susan and I went out shopping for wedding dresses. I wore a lacy white dress, which came down just below the knees, while Susan wore a silky Andrew Dickson White attire. I remember looking in the mirror at how I looked, which was marvelous, but then thinking back to the nerdy guy I'd once been. I'd gained something, but I shed a bust over what I'd lost on the way.

look back, I know that Susan had this all planned from the starting time. She picked a guy who would be so thankful for her erotic love and affection that he wouldn't balk at the slow becalm small alteration. By the time the changes became material, I was so far along, it was almost unimaginable 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 utterly. Jaime, the daughter, is carrying on as advantageously she can .