Jaime 'S Journey
Transsexual, TransvestiteMy public figure is Jaime, and this is my story. I was always slight of build, with delicate feature film. 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 eubstance hairsbreadth that most of the other male child got. I desperately hoped for a whiskers, but could never get more than a few stray hairs or patches of hair, generally pretty unsightly. Though long haircloth was kind of fashionable, I kept mine myopic. Too many people thought I was a young lady as it was.
I tried being one of the guys, but all the other son seemed worry in was car, sports, hunting, fishing, guns, and making ill-bred comments about girls. When I wasn't as macho as some of the other son, some of them started calling me a faggot, and asking me to suck up their dicks. I decided I really didn't need that form of mother fucker, and I was interested in girls, not boys.
I ended up hanging out more with the girls, though none of them had any interest in me. At to the lowest degree they were friendly and most of them were not abusive like the male child were. A few sentence, I had girls start calling me figure, but the others girls told them to shut the shtup up. I became the ‘ safe boy'the one they could talk to when their boyfriends hurt them. They could cry on my shoulder, hug me, and osculate me on the cheek. I was good, because I knew my place. I was not going to throw out with them, and I certainly had no chance of fucking them.
After senior high school school, I started community college. My fellowship didn't have much money and I couldn't afford any Thomas More than that, besides I was a pretty average educatee - no real wizardry. I hung in long enough to get a two year degree, then my money and involvement ran out. At least that degree was enough to help me get an office type job. Given my lack of muscle, I sure didn't want to do physical labor.
I found myself doing customer service work - hardly thrilling, but it was honest work in a courteous air conditioned office. Most of my co-workers were women, and a bunch of the men there were gay. I ended up hanging with the women, much 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 with them.
I figured my circumstances was to always be the guy who cleaning woman see as a ally, but never as a lover. Then something happened to modify that. Looking back at everything that happened, I wonder if I had it to do over again, knowing what would occur as a upshot, what I would do. I honestly don't know. I wanted love and to be wanted and needed, but the price was Thomas More than I'd have been well-fixed with.
Susan joined the company and became part of the group of woman I hung with. Susan was about 24, compared to my 21, with a passably aspect, and she carried herself with a sense of self assurance. She was about my summit, but with nice curved shape, shoulder length browned tomentum, a smile that could melt hearts, along with c-cup breasts.
At number 1, she seemed much like the others, then slowly things began to commute. When she hugged me, the hugs seemed to be foresightful and somehow more familiar. She seemed to be physically nigh to me than any of the other char were. I never wanted to get my hopes up only to be disappointed, so I sort 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 leave. In my fount, I wanted the companionship. Hanging with the women was far dear than sitting in my midget studio apartment by myself watching cable television service TV, which is what I did all too often.
One Fri 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 little bit, the other adult female stood up, gave a picayune one-half gag, and spoke.
"I can see that three has become a crew. Goodnight, ladies."
She turned and walked out of the spot, as we watched her.
"peeress ? Obviously she isn't looking very closely at you, is she ?"
"It doesn't bother me. One Nox, one of the women said, ‘ No offence 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 have sex how to react. Honestly, I'd never kissed a fair sex romantically, nor had one kiss me that way. She pulled back slightly and looked at me again.
"Was that awful ?'
"No ! It was great."
"You didn't act like it was great."
"You surprised me. I didn't have sex how to react."
"You've had a second to think about it. How should you react ?"
With that, she lifted her head slightly and opened her brim just a little. I sat for a indorse, 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 confection, but you need kissing lessons."
"Where am I going to get necking lessons. None of the fair sex want to kiss me."
"Aren't I a charwoman ?"
"Yes. I didn't mean…"
"And didn't I kiss you ?"
"Yes. And it was great."
I felt anxious and looked sheepish, as she looked at me with a little half smile on her typeface.
"I'd love to experience you learn 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. No literary argument - period."
"Okay. I'll do it."
"Let's go back to my place. It's a little more private and we can talk about it and get to know each other better."
I'd never had a cleaning woman invite me to her lieu. I'd never had one bequeath to come to my place - for any reason, even an innocent one. Here was this gorgeous woman, inviting me to make out to her billet, and hinting we could kiss, and maybe even more. At that spot I'd have sold my individual for that chance, and in one sensory faculty I guess I did.
Her place was closely by, a nice picayune one bedroom apartment with a well-to-do lounge in the livelihood elbow 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 Nox, 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 infernal region. She took a sip of wine, then set her glass down on the coffee tree table in front of us, and had me do likewise.
"Different women like unlike things, but for the almost component part, we don't want you to simply glue your brim to ours and try to shove your clapper down our throat. Be sweetened, acquire it a little dense. Let me demonstrate."
She leaned forward and pulled me faithful to her, then first just brushed her backtalk against mine, then again a bit firmer. She kept at it, from unlike angles, with varying firmness, even using her tongue to brush my lips. I'd never been so excited in my life, but tried paying aid and doing to her what she was doing to me. Sometimes we'd lock lips intemperate and she'd have a nimble swipe of her tongue deeper in my mouth. I sat there kissing her, thinking nothing 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 volition to do whatever I tell you."
"I will, you bet I will."
"I sometimes have kinky penchant. You have to do whatever, even if it's kinky."
"Kinky ? How kinky ?"
"We won't leave scars or contusion, at to the lowest degree cipher 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 question it. I reached out and with trembling finger began to loosen the clit. It was a light up blue and came down to her waist, but did not gather in her dame, though it didn't appearance any midriff. In spite of my fumbling, I got all the release undone. She leaned forward, with her blazon back slightly.
"open air it up, and take it off me."
I opened it wide and slid it down her berm and weapons system and she turned slightly to let me take it all the way off her. She wore a lacy ovalbumin bra which showed just a trace 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 sure what was coming, but felt trusted I'd think of it. After we kissed for a minute, she pulled away again and turned her back toward me.
"Can you unhook my bra ?"
If I was shivering before, just reckon what I was like now. I reached out and pulled the back of the bra slightly away from her back, then fumbled to unhook the two side of meat, but managed in malice of my clumsiness. I let go of the two ends of the bra.
"Massage my back where the shoulder strap were. Firmly but tenderly."
I rubbed across her rachis where the main strap had been and could see some red Deutschmark 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 berm shoulder strap slipped off her shoulder joint and the bra dropped off her.
"The shoulders, and up into the neck."
My hands aren't that strong, but I began to massage her shoulder joint and her neck. I kept at it until my hands began to tire. Finally, she turned toward me and I got my start good face at her breasts. trusted I'd seen photos of boobs, but this was the beginning time I'd seen any in somebody with my own eyes. I think my sassing hung open from the stupor. She kissed me again.
"You've earned a wages. Touch them, sweetly and tenderly, but firmly - don't tickle."
I could see my manpower shaking as I reached for her dope with both paw. She smiled as I put my hand on them and rubbed my thumb across the nipples. I gently squeezed them and slowly pulled away tugging at the pap. Susan moaned and closed her optic as I slowly worked her boobs over, marveling at how lovesome and subdued they felt and how trade good it felt to play with them. The nipple were unvoiced and she moaned every meter I touched them.
"candy kiss them. buss the nipples. suction 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 teat of her right breast in my lips, kissing and sucking on it as I continued to take on with her other titty with my rectify bridge player. Susan leaned back on the sofa as I kissed and sucked on her bosom, switching back and Forth River from the right to allow for and punt again repeatedly.
"consider your shirt off and hug me. I want to feel your cutis against mine."
I was so eager to do that, I actually ripped a button loose in my fury. 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 bureau. 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 script around to tease her allow for pinhead or what I could get at of it.
"pedestal up."
We stood. She took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom. She walked me to the bed, then turned to face me.
"Unzip my skirt."
At this point I was so far into terra incognita that I wasn't even nervous any more. I reached out undid the button at the top of her skirt, then unzipped it. I let go of the zip fastener and the skirt fell to the floor at her human foot. She stepped out of her skirt and kicked off her brake shoe, so she was now only in her pantie in front of me.
"Take off your pants."
I kicked off my shoes, not even bothering to unlace them, then undid my belt, unzipped my pants, 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 farseeing clip, shifting attitude, sometimes side of meat by side, sometimes me on top, and sometimes her. At one period she rolled off me, and stopped me from rolling onto her. She lifted her hips off the bed.
"takings off my pantie. Then require off yours."
I pulled her step-in down, and as I did she dropped her hips back to the bed and lifted her metrical unit so I could pull them all the way off. I flung them across the elbow room, then took off my undershorts. I thought maybe she was gear up to have me in her, but instead she pulled my head down to her slit and spread her legs. She was completely shaved down there and her pussy was undefendable in front of me.
I stuck my spit out and licked her slit from the merchant ship to the top. As I reached the top, her clit peeked out from the crease, just a little bit. I took the piddling nub between my lips and sucked on it, as she gasped and pushed her slit into my grimace. Her twat backtalk spread opened further and her clit stuck out more. I stuck my tongue into her slit and kissed lap up and sucked on her pussy and clit like there was no tomorrow. I felt like if I died that dark, my biography would have been complete.
She moaned and wrapped her peg around my neck, pulling me closer and smashed to her. I got my manus back into the whole thing 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 hired man and holding it so slopped 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 held my neck tight with her legs. She unwrapped her ramification and pulled me up her body to lie on top of her. She kissed me, tasting her own juices on my sassing 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 hip and I lifted them off her. She reached down, grabbed my peter and guided it into her pussy. I was a short pertain, because my dick 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 feel her puss gripping my dick and it felt like nothing 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 intuitive feeling that if I never got another chance, it was still more than worth it. I realized I was about to derive, and told her. In the meanwhile, she'd wrapped her legs around my waist and as I started to come, pulled me rich inside her. I collapsed onto her, almost unconscious from the tactile sensation. As I regained my senses, I looked at her, and kissed her.
"God, I love you Susan."
"And if you can be a good boy and do what you're told, there's a lot more to come. Unless you're just well-chosen fucking me once, then never again."
"I want to do this with you for a long time to come."
I woke up the succeeding good morning in bed with my brain on her berm, with my mouth near her knocker. For just a second, I wondered if survive night and the morning had just been component part of some marvelous wet pipe dream. Susan woke up and stroked my head. I looked up at her and we kissed.
For days after that, we went back to her office and made love at night. Since we had to go to crop about mornings, she told me I could contribute some of my clothes over for when I stayed the night, which now seemed to be every night. After a couple of weeks, I simply moved in and let my studio apartment flat go. I contributed to the split at her place. Slowly the change began.
"Those tighty whities you wear are horrible. showtime, White undershorts are so in conclusion millenary, and moment they've started to turn grey-headed. We need to get you something new and pretty."
"Pretty ?"
"Something to pee-pee you look sexy."
"Like what ?"
"I want you to wear some decent panties."
"You mean like… ?"
"That's exactly what I mean."
"I can't vesture panties."
"Why not ?"
"What would the early people in the office think ?"
"You go around showing your underwear to the other citizenry in the post ?"
"No, but…"
"Then how would they ever know ? If you're worried, pee in a stall, just don't driblet pants and panties 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 get into pantie. If you aren't going to do what I ask, then go back out and see if you can find another girlfriend. Remember, I told you I was a little kinky."
We went out shopping and she bought me several brace of panties, all very womanly. I was concerned about how I'd go on my penis in the step-in. It's small, but there isn't much elbow room in the crotch. She took me to a strong suit store and bought me a gaff to tuck my shaft out of the way. The woman there explained in detail how to use it. I was embarrassed, but listened.
I asked the shop clerk how she knew so lots 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 impertinence, 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 day of the month this clerk.
At any rate, I began wearing the gaff and the panties to sour as well as at household and whenever we went out together. I felt Weird as dirt at inaugural, but after a piece, it just began to feel normal. One evening Susan and I were at home and she was shaving around her pussycat, and using hair remotion pick on her legs. After she finished, she had me get along 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 much as about 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 people know…"
"Who are you taking your dress off around, besides me ?"
"No one."
"Then who else will cognize ? And free-enterprise male swimmer shave all their body hair. It isn't just women. Besides, you know our deal."
She used the cream on my blazonry and legs and that silly amount of chest of drawers hair's-breadth I had. Then she got her razor and shaved my underarms and around my peter and balls. Again, it felt Weird at 1st, then I sort of got used to it. Now my smooth body and her smooth out body rubbed together and I felt esthesis that had been slightly blocked by the hair.
lag our sex life was still going great guns. We fucked nearly every dark, except when she had her period, and even then we did wad short of fucking. Before retentive she decided she wanted to add another device to our love making. Susan had or got a strap-on and wanted to love me in the ass with it.
"You stick a putz in me all the clip. You even stick it in my ass when I'm on my period of time. Why is my ass open biz and yours off limits ?"
"Isn't that gay ?"
"Nothing that a man and adult female 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 knees on the bed. Susan got behind me with the strap-on.
"Look, I'll use plenty of lubricant on it so it's more easy for you."
In my nerves, I think my ass tightened up considerably, but she didn't rush. She lubed a finger and eased it in. Once it was moving easily in my ass, she stuck in a second finger's breadth. That was a slight tougher, but slowly I relaxed and it moved okay. She pulled her digit out and began to ease 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 long she had a good musical rhythm going and I could finger the shammer prick fucking my ass. I just tried to loosen up and let it happen to make Susan felicitous. I didn't even notice my prick 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 rose hip to keep it in there as I almost collapsed from the coming. Finally she let go and let me lapse onto the bed as the strap-on eased its way back out of my ass. She rolled me on my face 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 even shag number, and before long, when the strap-on was fairly, she even had me sucking on it. I mean, I was still repelled at the thought process of sucking or being fucked by a real tool, but I form of got used to this.
After a few week, Susan came abode with what appeared to be a channelise mushroom with a glass jewel on the end. It was a butt cud and she had two, one pink and one blue.
"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 show the link we have. I'll wear one and you wear the other."
How was I going to argue with her ? Was it worth moving out and losing her ? And form of like the panties and shaving, how would anyone beside us ever know. Besides which at this point I was getting used to having her cling things in my ass. I took the blue one and she took the garden pink. She put mine in my ass, and I put hers in her ass.
Every sentence Susan asked me to do something weird like this, our fucking would be particularly intense and yearn lasting. She became a rattling sex car in bed for Clarence Day afterwards.
Susan said she had some pill that would help inhibit my trunk and facial hairsbreadth, and she had me start taking them every day. certainly enough, I noticed I was getting less tomentum, particularly on my human face, and the eubstance hair was lighter and finer. After a few hebdomad, I noticed my pap getting a lot more sensitive. The areolas seemed to get turgid 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 car seismic disturbance of delight. I know that doesn't make sense, but that's the just way I can describe it. She stroked my mamilla as I just lay back and was astounded by the sensations. She then put her sass on one mamilla 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 tinge and draw my nipple could feel so beneficial. I didn't come like spurting, but I felt rolling wave of pleasure going through my body.
needle to say, , we now had something new to add to our sex play. Later she told me she'd checked and found that was one of the side core of the tablet that inhibited whisker. Only months later did I take in she'd lied to me. I was taking hormones that blocked male internal secretion and supplied female person hormone. Before long, I began to originate boobs.
Susan dismissed that, saying lots of men had man-boobs. It was nothing unusual. Well, no it wasn't strange for men taking endocrine to conversion to female. Before long I easily had a-cup dope, and had to bust tight tee shirts to keep my boob hidden at work. Every now and then someone would move over me a funny look, but no one at piece of work ever said anything.
One Friday night, we went place before going out.
"Jaime, dear. I was you to primp up extra special for me this evening. We aren't going out with the usual mathematical group. It'll just be you and me some blank space different."
"okeh. What do you want me to wear upon ?"
"I'll find some matter and frock you. occupy off everything but your panties."
I undressed, with my short pinhead kind of hanging, which embarrassed me. As she walked by, she stopped and kissed each boob in turn. She produced a bra which would not hold her boobs, but was the right size for mine.
"You want me to put on a bra in public ?"
"Yes, I do. And you will bust it. Besides by the time I'm done no one will notice."
I put the bra on, though Susan had to help me tighten 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.
"Trust me. When I'm done, no one will even recognize you as the Jaime I work with. Besides we're going some place where the other work folks don't go."
She put a dame on me that didn't quite come to my knees. She then sat me down and paint my fingernails a smart red. She then plucked my eyebrows slightly to determine them, and made up my case. I sat there in shock as she did this. fundament, eyeliner, eye phantasma, lip rouge - if I looked like I was even going to protest, she put her finger to my lips to hush up me. Finally she pulled a blond wig out of her closet and put it on me.
"We've let your hair get a short longer, but it isn't quite long enough for this yet. open it a dyad of months, 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 asleep. I couldn't find the binge, and besides it would have messed up my makeup and Susan would let been mad at me.
"Jaime is not only my special 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 duet of two in wedge heels.
"You can't handle unplayful heels. We'll get there though."
I looked in the mirror and I didn't recognize me. I saw a pretty blond lady friend, dressed to obliterate. cover in the day I'd have killed to get that miss - now I was that girl.
Susan dressed and we went to a nightspot we'd never been to before. It was way on the early side of town and almost hidden. We walked in and I didn't realise a individual somebody there, and was very relieved. As I looked about, I noticed that most of the guys were dancing with early guys, and virtually of the adult female danced with other cleaning woman. Susan noticed my looking around, smiled, and stroked my mind before kissing me.
"Don't worry honey. nigh of the bozo here won't have any pastime in you - at to the lowest degree as long as they think you're a girl. Just earn for 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 take the air in a men's room dressed like this. We found a table and got some crapulence. We sipped our drinks, and with a piffling alcohol, I was starting to slack. A very masculine looking adult female came over to our table.
"Hey, Suzie-Q. haven't seen much of you for a while. Guess I know why now. You found yourself a new little squeeze."
"Hey, Jill. This is my girlfriend, Jaime."
"Damn girl. You better keep a blind drunk handgrip 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 surprised how many fair sex came over and talked to us. I was even more surprised how many flirted with me. As a guy, no one even paid any aid to me. Now that I appeared to be a woman, half the women in this place seem to require me. I said something to Susan about it.
"You're invigorated meat. They've never seen you before or sleep with you and you're cute enough to beguile their attention."
After we'd had a drinking or two we got up and danced. We found ourselves in the middle of a crew of cleaning woman. Half the time I couldn't be completely sure who I was dancing with. A ho-hum telephone number came on and Susan slow danced with me. I let her lead. I'm not a secure enough dancer to lead.
That issue ended and another deadening number 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 hand all over my ass while we danced. At the end of the issue she gave me a passionate kiss and felt up my boobs. 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 saltation. Come on beautiful, dance with me."
This woman was groping me like cypher's business. My gaff was holding me very tight, otherwise she'd have felt my prick when her manus went down there. It almost felt like I was being sexually assaulted on the dance trading floor. The dance ended and she kissed me and groped me some more. I started to try to intermit free and she held on until Susan appeared.
"okey, bitch. You've had your fun. Jaime's taken, so go find someone else."
The woman glared at Susan who stood her reason. Several former cleaning lady and men gathered around. As they were facing off, a female bouncer grabbed the other woman's arm.
"okay Charlotte. Go back and dally with your friends. We aren't going to give any difficulty 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 Queen City leave with another cleaning woman. Later on the bouncer came over to our table.
"Sorry about that. She gets really pushful after she's had too many drinks."
"That's okay. It was just that Jaime didn't have sex 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 hell she was talking about, but Susan obviously did.
"Just come out. Hasn't had bottom surgical procedure though."
"You pass real well, honey."
"Tha… thanks."
"So is she going all the way ?"
"Not for the prison term being. Still trying to decide her direction. You'll keep that on the downlow though, right ?"
"Sure thing, Suze. Don't want to run off this pretty dame. I'd be half tempted to go for her, even knowing she's still got a package."
We left shortly after and went abode. We had some of the unfounded sex we'd had in workweek. After we were both exhausted from fucking, I asked what the chucker-out had meant. Susan told me not to worry about it for now.
The next morning, I was going to cleanse off all the constitution and change to boy wearing apparel. Susan asked me to stay that way and go to the plaza with her. I felt really weird, but did it. She put me in another outfit and unfastened toe flats. She touched up my makeup and we went out.
At the promenade, there was a breeze through 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 time to dry, then walked the shopping centre and went clothes shopping. Susan bought me a few Thomas More girlfriend getup. I had to go in the women'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 women's restroom. I'd been in the cleaning lady's room last night at the bar, but it felt different at the mall. I had to pee though, so I did it, washed my bridge player and left.
As we walked through the mall, a couplet of young guy tried hitting up on us - both Susan and me, and seemed every bit as concern in me as in Susan. Susan made some genteel excuse 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, child. I'd sure sexual love to get my workforce on that ass. You bet."
"consider it easy and just ignore him. He's trying to get a lift 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 trivial later. We got back home and Susan suggested we go out again that night, with me still dressed as a cleaning lady.
"We won't go back to the Saami spot as utmost Nox, but I think we'll be just fine."
At that degree, I was almost becoming numb to how I was dressed. We showered, Susan redid my makeup 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 forge this way. Please."
"No, I'm not going to do that. This is just for when you and I go out and take a walk on the tempestuous side."
"I don't know how a good deal wild I can handle."
We went to another bar, and while it didn't have the gay men and women of the other place, no one seemed to manage about two women dancing together. We went home after and had more barbaric sex.
Monday sunrise, Susan helped me clean off my makeup and took the polish off my fingernails. I wanted her to submit off the toenail polish but she refused.
"Jaime, dear, you aren't going to call for off your shoes and socks at piece of work. No one will screw you have polish on your toenails. Besides it looks so pretty."
That variety of set the tone for how life history went for a while. Susan dressed me up as a female child for out weekends, and I kept toenail polish on, just as I did my panty, butt hack, and gaff. Generally when we went out, Susan would differentiate any bozo who approached us that we were on a girl's night and weren't looking for troupe. Usually that was enough to take off most of them. bouncer took care of the eternal sleep. We went back to the gay bar and hung with the gay woman 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 ring-binder on my chest while I was there. In some ways I began to feel freer eve and weekends when I could just wear a bra on them.
Frequently when we were out, bozo would ask us to dance. Usually Susan would decline, but once in a piece she'd suggest we just dancing with the guys for a dance or two, just to hold it easier to get rid of them. loyal saltation were dandy, but particularly at first, I was uncomfortable slow dancing with a guy. I did it to take in Susan happy, because she did good deal of matter to wee me happy.
One night we were at a golf club, and during a slow dance, the guy was groping me and feeling me up all over. He grabbed my ass, my boobs, and even down over my groin. Thank God for my gaff that made my shaft disappear. Susan told me how furious guys might get if they found I had a putz. At the end of the dance, he kissed me and continued to grope me until I could violate away from him.
I went over to the table where Susan stood with two other bozo. 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.
"tinker's dam. That was a nether region of a show on the dancing floor. I almost didn't recognize you, Jaime."
I realized the two guy rope were Dave and Mike from study. I was shocked and scared. No one from oeuvre, except Susan, of course, 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. Hell, as a woman, I was pop. 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 billet should 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 really 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 cipher's business."
"Please. I'm begging you, don't show that flick around the office."
"What's it worth to you to have us keep your hugger-mugger ?"
"I don't really have very much money."
"There's other affair you could do."
Susan decided to jump into the conversation at this point.
"male child, this is not the place to discuss this. Let's go back to our spot 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 commission, 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 microphone. What Dave and microphone wanted for their silence was me to suck them off and let them fuck my ass. Now Susan had me wet-nurse off her shoulder 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 guardianship for it, but realized she was probably right. I didn't want the whole office to know I dressed as a woman - 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 LE than they wanted.
"You know, boys, she has existent boobs - small ones, but sort of nice. Would you care to see them and partake them ?"
Of course of action they wanted to. Susan pulled my top off and unhooked my bra, to let my tit out.
"tinker's dam, girl. You been hiding shit from us."
Dave started playing with one breast as Mike played with the other one. Having these guys touch me kind of disturbed me, but as they played with them and sucked on them, it began to feel pretty damned good. At one level, I had one mouthpiece on each boob, sucking, licking, and kissing them like they'd never seen boob before. I had waving of pleasure ripping through my eubstance as they enjoyed my boobs.
"That was nice 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 brass was consumed with lust. microphone was nearby and touching his mole. Susan grimaced, but nodded. I edged forward and took the fountainhead of his tool in my mouth. Dave moaned.
"God, babe. Do it. suction that dick."
I could taste a little of his precum on his shaft, as I slowly took the shaft into my backtalk 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 taste was different, and Dave moaned as I pistoned his dick in and out of my mouth. To prevent from choking on it, I put my hand around the base of his dick and rubbed it as I worked on the respite of it.
Dave's groan and moan 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 throat.
"Swallow it, bitch."
I didn't really have a lot choice. half of it was down my throat before I could accept done anything else. Dave smiled and stroked my head.
"You're a good piffling hawkshaw gull, girl."
Mike was future, and it went pretty much the same. 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 skirt and pulled it off. He took my pantie off, but my gaff covered my shit, so he pulled that off too. My tiny dick popped loose.
"Not much there, but it isn't going to get any use from us anyhow. Cute little wad there, girl."
Dave tugged at my butt plug and I tried to unlax 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 suffer her. And gently, male child, gently."
Susan produced the lubricating substance and Dave smeared it on his gumshoe 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 pelvic girdle. I could sense the read/write head of his tool against my SOB as he eased forward. It was already stretched a bit from pulling out the spark plug, and he slid in somewhat easily. Susan had been fucking my ass, but the frame and blood dick felt different. He pressed in until I could feel his balls slap my ass.
"Damn. Nice to go existent deep. Better than I could get with her mouth."
Dave started slow, building up upper, shoving his pecker trench into my ass with each stroke, holding my pelvis tight to manoeuvre 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 pecker as far in me as he could get it. I felt it throbbing and have it off 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 girl came at the same time."
Dave pulled out of my ass and came around in front end of me.
"girl, you ought to work out it clean."
I was appalled, then Susan spoke up.
"I kiss those lips. I'm not kissing dirt. You want it pick, go to the bathroom and wash it off."
Dave looked disappointed and sat down as microphone 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 slaked. I form of curled up in a chunk raw, sitting up on the bed. Dave and microphone put their clothes back on.
"goodness night, young lady. We'll see you again next week."
"Next week ?"
"bitch. You want us to go along quiet, then you can put out."
They left and Susan locked the doorway behind them. She came over and sat adjacent to me on the bed and held me in her arms. She rocked me back and Forth River for a patch, until I relaxed, then gently and sweetly made dear to me. No more ass action that night. My ass had already had a workout. But she stroked my body, caressed my boobs, then took my trivial peter up into her kitty and I fucked her, before we curled up together and went to sleep.
I was nervous at work on Mon, 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 dark, babe. I'm looking forward to it."
The succeeding two Friday nights were a replay of the firstly one, with Dave and Mike getting sucked off then fucking my ass a couple of times. The atrocious thing was, I was getting off on it physically, even though I hated it emotionally. After that third 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 only thing they have against you is pic 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 work, and they don't have anything over you anymore."
"Go to work out dressed as a woman ?"
"What's speculative, fucking the two of them every week, or dressing as a woman at work ?"
"I don't care for either alternative, but I'll go to work as a cleaning woman, if it means I don't have to fuck 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 microphone were puzzled, then angry when Susan told them they could determine mortal else to fuck over. I'd been going to bars and clubhouse dressed this way, so it wasn't very much different going to mold this way. about of the cleaning woman seemed happy for me and I had no trouble using the cleaning woman's public lavatory.
Everything seemed to settle back down, and Susan and I seemed happy and loving together at house and going out together. As metre passed, I found it became unmanageable for me to get a hard on, or to hold back it long enough to fuck Susan. I was disappointed but we did still have a sex life history. Finally Susan decided to address the issue.
"You know, that thing isn't doing you or me any good as it is."
"So what do we do ?"
"Change it out. Have surgery. Switch from a useless hawkshaw to a pussy that we could both use."
"You want me to get rid of my hawkshaw and get a kitty-cat ?"
"Why not ? You dress as a woman. You live as a woman. You can't fix 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 char with a pussy that works, than mortal with a dick that doesn't."
"Married ? After ?"
"After. You got accumulated vacation for the surgery, and I've got vacation to be able to call for guardianship of you while you're recovering. And I swear, I'll never ask you for anything more that you're uncomfortable with."
Of track, she had already been checking out Doctor of the Church. We scheduled it and the two of us went together. Susan held my hired man as I went under, and was holding my hand as I woke up. Even with the drugs, it hurt like hell 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 rework and were recovering from that, which is why everything hurt so much. It felt Wyrd thought process in price 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 meter during retrieval, 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 plenty that I didn't observation 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 easy and easy - I didn't want to mess up anything up. I eased the dilator in and out of my kitty, and instead of the hurting I once felt, I now felt pleasure. 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 back and had a full on orgasm, like goose egg 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 well-heeled, we could now get going to deliver some fun.
We both returned to mould shortly after that. I still had to take it easy and walked for usage and to extend all those things out. At body of work, some of the women hugged and kissed me. Yeah, there were a few who were dusty, but that always happens.
We made plans for a belittled wedding and Susan and I went out shopping for wedding dresses. I wore a lacy whitened dress, which came down just below the knees, while Susan wore a satiny whiten dress. 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 tear over what I'd lost on the way.
Looking back, I know that Susan had this all planned from the rootage. She picked a guy who would be so grateful for her lovemaking and warmness that he wouldn't impediment at the slow stiff small variety. By the time the changes became textile, I was so far along, it was almost out of the question 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 Best she can .