My public figure is Jaime, and this is my tale. I was always slight of material body, with frail feature film. I seemed to top out at about 5'4"and 130 British pound sterling with a aspect that looked like it could be either a boy or a missy. When puberty hit, I didn't get the body whisker that most of the other boys got. I desperately hoped for a face fungus, but could never get more than a few drift hairs or temporary hookup of hair, generally pretty unsightly. Though long hairsbreadth was kind of stylish, I kept mine short. Too many people thought I was a girl as it was.

I tried being one of the bozo, but all the former boys seemed interested in was gondola, athletics, hunting, fishing, guns, and making underbred remark about girls. When I wasn't as macho as some of the other boys, some of them started calling me a faggot, and asking me to suck their dicks. I decided I really didn't need that kind of shit, 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 least they were friendly and about of them were not abusive like the boys were. A few times, I had miss start calling me names, but the others girls told them to keep out the roll in the hay up. I became the ‘ secure boy'the one they could talk to when their young man hurt them. They could cry on my shoulder, hug me, and kiss me on the cheek. I was prophylactic, because I knew my property. I was not going to build out with them, and I certainly had no chance of fucking them.

After high school, I started community college. My crime syndicate didn't have much money and I couldn't afford any more than that, besides I was a pretty average scholar - no real genius. I hung in long enough to get a two year level, then my money and interest ran out. At least that degree was enough to serve 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 divine service piece of work - hardly thrilling, but it was reliable body of work in a gracious air conditioned spot. nearly of my workfellow were char, and a bunch of the men there were gay. I ended up hanging with the women, practically 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 fate was to always be the guy who women see as a friend, but never as a lover. 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 price was more than I'd have been comfortable with.

Susan joined the companionship and became part of the group of charwoman I hung with. Susan was about 24, compared to my 21, with a pretty look, and she carried herself with a sense of self confidence. She was about my top, but with nice bend, shoulder length brown hair, a smile that could melt kernel, along with c-cup breasts.

At first-class honours degree, she seemed much like the others, then slowly thing began to commute. When she hugged me, the hugs seemed to be farseeing and somehow more intimate. She seemed to be physically cheeseparing to me than any of the former cleaning lady were. I never wanted to get my Leslie Townes Hope up only to be disappointed, so I sort of dismissed it and laughed it off.

I'd go out drunkenness with the miss and as it went on, Susan and I were often among the last to give. In my vitrine, I wanted the company. Hanging with the women was far better than sitting in my tiny studio apartment by myself watching transmission line TV, which is what I did all too often.

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

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

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

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

"It doesn't bother me. One dark, one of the women said, ‘ No crime intended, but you're just like one of the young lady ’."

Susan looked at me, then smiled, and leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I was surprised, and didn't even get laid how to react. Honestly, I'd never kissed a woman romantically, nor had one kiss 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 fuck how to react."

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

With that, she lifted her promontory slightly and opened her brim just a little. I sat for a second, then leaned forward and kissed her. She kissed me back, and we sat kissing, though not as 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 kissing object lesson. None of the cleaning lady want to osculate 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 one-half smile on her face.

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

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

"Provided ?"

"Provided you understand that I am in charge."

"Sure. Absolutlely."

"You'll do what I say, when I say. If I say do it, you will. If I say stop, you'll stopover. No parameter - period."

"Okay. I'll do it."

"Let's go back to my seat. It's a little more private and we can sing about it and get to know each other better."

I'd never had a woman invite me to her billet. I'd never had one volition to hail to my post - for any reason, even an destitute one. Here was this gorgeous woman, inviting me to follow to her place, and hinting we could kiss, and maybe even more. At that percentage point I'd have sold my soul for that chance, and in one sensation I guess I did.

Her place was close up by, a skillful minuscule one sleeping room apartment with a comfy sofa in the living room. She invited me to sit down and asked me if I'd like a glass of wine-colored. The group had largely been drinking wine-coloured that night, and I'd been drinking it as well, so I accepted. Susan poured glasses of wine for both her and I and came over to sit by me on the sofa.

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

"Different char like unlike matter, but for the most component part, we don't want you to simply glue your lip to ours and try to shove your lingua down our throats. Be sweet, study it a little dumb. Let me demonstrate."

She leaned forward and pulled me cheeseparing to her, then first just brushed her lips against mine, then again a bit firmer. She kept at it, from different angles, with varying resolution, even using her tongue to brush my sass. I'd never been so frantic in my life, but tried paying attention and doing to her what she was doing to me. Sometimes we'd lock lips hard and she'd have a quick 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 bequeath to do whatever I tell you."

"I will, you bet I will."

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

"Kinky ? How kinky ?"

"We won't leave scars or bruises, at least nothing 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 shaky fingers began to undo the push. It was a wanton blue devil and came down to her waist, but did not tuck in her dame, though it didn't show any midriff. In venom of my fumbling, I got all the buttons undone. She leaned forward, with her branch back slightly.

"outdoors it up, and learn it off me."

I opened it wide and slid it down her shoulders and arms and she turned slightly to let me take it all the way off her. She wore a lacy ashen bra which showed just a hint of her areola, 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 certain 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 shaky before, just imagine what I was like now. I reached out and pulled the dorsum of the bra slightly away from her back, then fumbled to unhook the two English, but managed in maliciousness of my clumsiness. I let go of the two ends of the bra.

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

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

"Go up also."

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

"The berm, and up into the neck."

My hands aren't that strong, but I began to knead her shoulder joint and her neck. I kept at it until my hired man began to tire. Finally, she turned toward me and I got my first off unspoilt look at her breasts. Sure I'd seen exposure of boobs, but this was the first time I'd seen any in mortal with my own eyes. I think my lip hung unfastened from the daze. She kissed me again.

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

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

"buss them. Kiss the nipples. 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 pap of her right breast in my brim, kissing and sucking on it as I continued to fiddle with her other breast with my rightfulness helping hand. Susan leaned back on the sofa as I kissed and sucked on her dope, switching back and forth from the right to left and game again repeatedly.

"Take your shirt off and hug me. I want to feel your skin against mine."

I was so eager to do that, I actually ripped a button loose in my frenzy. I had a tee shirt under my shirt and pulled it off as well. Then I pulled her to me feeling her house nipples scraping against my chest. I looked in her eye, and she opened her lips a bit, so I kissed her. As we kissed, I rubbed her back, then snuck a paw around to tease apart her allow for boob or what I could get at of it.

"Stand up."

We stood. She took me by the manus and led me to her bedchamber. She walked me to the bed, then turned to face me.

"Unzip my skirt."

At this peak I was so far into terra incognita that I wasn't even nervous any more. I reached out unwrap the button at the top of her skirt, then unzipped it. I let go of the zipper and the skirt fell to the floor at her feet. She stepped out of her doll and kicked off her horseshoe, 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 untie them, then undid my belt, unzipped my pants, let them come down 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 hanker time, shifting positions, sometimes English 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 step-in. Then need off yours."

I pulled her pantie down, and as I did she dropped her hips back to the bed and lifted her feet so I could pull up them all the way off. I flung them across the room, then took off my undershorts. I thought maybe she was quick to have me in her, but instead she pulled my head down to her pussy and spread her legs. She was completely shaved down there and her pussy was clear in front man of me.

I stuck my tongue out and licked her dent from the behind to the top. As I reached the top, her clitoris peeked out from the flock, just a little bit. I took the little nub between my lips and sucked on it, as she gasped and pushed her pussy into my grimace. Her pussy lips spread open further and her clit stuck out more. I stuck my glossa into her slit and kissed licked and sucked on her pussy and clitoris like there was no tomorrow. I felt like if I died that nighttime, my animation would have been complete.

She moaned and wrapped her legs around my cervix, pulling me closer and tighter to her. I got my hands back into the unhurt thing by grabbing her ass and massaging that as I worked her pussy over. She rocked back and Forth River, then arched her back, grabbing my straits in her hands and holding it so rigorous to her that I could barely rest. Her succus flowed freely, until she actually squirted in my mouth and on my face.

After she settled back down again, she let my mind go and no longer held my neck opening tight with her wooden leg. She unwrapped her legs and pulled me up her body to lie on top of her. She kissed me, tasting her own juices on my mouthpiece and face.

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

She lifted up on my hips and I lifted them off her. She reached down, grabbed my cock and guided it into her pussycat. I was a slight concerned, 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 twat 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 feeling 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 lag, she'd wrapped her legs around my waist and as I started to come, pulled me deep inside her. I collapsed onto her, almost unconscious from the feeling. 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 Thomas More to add up. 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 succeeding morning in bed with my forefront on her shoulder joint, with my mouth near her breast. For just a second, I wondered if last night and the forenoon had just been part of some antic wet dream. Susan woke up and stroked my head. I looked up at her and we kissed.

For 24-hour interval after that, we went back to her place and made dearest at dark. Since we had to go to ferment nigh cockcrow, she told me I could bring some of my clothes over for when I stayed the night, which now seemed to be every nighttime. After a couple of weeks, I simply moved in and let my studio flat go. I contributed to the economic rent at her place. Slowly the variety began.

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

"Pretty ?"

"Something to get you look sexy."

"Like what ?"

"I want you to wear some nice panties."

"You mean like… ?"

"That's exactly what I mean."

"I can't wear panties."

"Why not ?"

"What would the early people in the office think ?"

"You go around showing your underwear to the early masses in the power ?"

"No, but…"

"Then how would they ever get laid ? If you're worried, pee in a stall, just don't drop pants and scanty all the way to the trading floor and no one will ever be able-bodied to tell."

"It doesn't spirit right."

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

We went out shopping and she bought me several pair of panty, all very feminine. I was concerned about how I'd hold my penis in the panties. It's small, but there isn't much room in the genitals. She took me to a strong point store and bought me a gaff to gather my dick out of the way. The adult female there explained in item how to use it. I was embarrassed, but listened.

I asked the clerk how she knew so very much about putting on a gaff and she said she wore one before her mathematical process. I think my optic about bugged out of my head word. She kissed me on the nerve, 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 escort this clerk.

At any charge per unit, I began wearing the gaff and the panties to knead as well as at home and whenever we went out together. I felt Wyrd as shit at first, but after a spell, it just began to feel rule. One evening Susan and I were at home and she was shaving around her pussy, and using hair remotion cream on her legs. 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 nasty hair off your legs. You don't have as much 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 soundbox whisker, just like I get rid of mine. bazaar is fair."

"If people know…"

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

"No one."

"Then who else will know ? And competitive Male swimmers shave all their body pilus. It isn't just char. Besides, you know our deal."

She used the cream on my sleeve and legs and that pathetic amount of bureau fuzz I had. Then she got her razor and shaved my underarms and around my gumshoe and globe. Again, it felt Weird at maiden, then I form of got used to it. Now my smooth consistence and her smooth body rubbed together and I felt sense impression that had been slightly blocked by the hair.

Meantime our sex life was still going great gas pedal. We fucked nearly every night, except when she had her period, and even then we did mountain short of fucking. Before longsighted she decided she wanted to add another construction to our erotic love qualification. Susan had or got a strap-on and wanted to fuck me in the ass with it.

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

"Isn't that gay ?"

"Nothing 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 work force and knees on the bed. Susan got behind me with the strap-on.

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

In my nervousness, I think my ass tightened up considerably, but she didn't rush. She lubed a finger and eased it in. Once it was moving easily in my ass, she stuck in a second finger. That was a footling tougher, but slowly I relaxed and it moved okay. She pulled her fingers out and began to alleviate the strap-on into my ass. I thought it would experience 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 rhythm going and I could palpate the pseud gumshoe fucking my ass. I just tried to relax and let it happen to bring in Susan happy. I didn't even point out my cock 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 hips to keep it in there as I almost collapsed from the climax. 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 position and lay down alongside me.

"Why do I believe that individual who was loath enjoyed it a lot More than he thought he would ?"

We began adding that to our even fucking routine, 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 of sucking or being fucked by a actual shaft, but I form of got used to this.

After a few calendar week, Susan came plate with what appeared to be a manoeuver mushroom with a glass gem on the end. It was a keister male plug and she had two, one garden 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 picture 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 kind of like the pantie and shaving, how would anyone beside us ever know. Besides which at this item I was getting used to having her stick things in my ass. I took the dingy one and she took the pink. She put mine in my ass, and I put hers in her ass.

Every clip Susan asked me to do something weird like this, our fucking would be particularly vivid and long lasting. She became a real sex car in bed for years afterwards.

Susan said she had some tab that would help inhibit my consistency and facial fuzz, and she had me start taking them every day. surely enough, I noticed I was getting to a lesser extent hair, particularly on my face, and the organic structure tomentum was lite and finer. After a few weeks, I noticed my nipple getting a lot more sore. The areola seemed to get larger as well. I didn't understand and mentioned something to her.

When I took off my shirt, she ran her hands over my nipple and I felt almost electric shocks of joy. I know that doesn't make sense, but that's the only way I can key out it. She stroked my teat as I just lay back and was astounded by the ace. She then put her lips on one nipple and began sucking on it. I thought I was going to levitate off the bed. I couldn't have even imagined that having a woman touch and fellate my nipples could feel so good. I didn't come like spurting, but I felt rolling waving of pleasure going through my body.

Needless to say, , we now had something new to add to our sex playing period. Later she told me she'd checked and found that was one of the English event of the oral contraceptive that inhibited pilus. Only calendar month later did I realize she'd lied to me. I was taking hormone that blocked male hormones and supplied female hormones. Before longsighted, I began to grow boobs.

Susan dismissed that, saying lots of men had man-boobs. It was nothing unusual. Well, no it wasn't unusual for men taking hormones to transition to female. Before farseeing I easily had a-cup breast, and had to jade compressed tee shirts to keep my boobs hidden at employment. Every now and then someone would make me a singular looking, but no one at work ever said anything.

One Friday night, we went rest home before going out.

"Jaime, lamb. I was you to dress up spear carrier special for me tonight. We aren't going out with the usual grouping. It'll just be you and me some shoes different."

"Okay. What do you want me to wear out ?"

"I'll find some things and clothes you. conduct 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 breast in good turn. She produced a bra which would not hold her boobs, but was the right size for mine.

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

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

I put the bra on, though Susan had to help oneself me fix it. She then produced a pink pullover top and had me put it on. I was starting to get nervous. She came up to me, stroked my physical structure 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 piazza where the other work folk don't go."

She put a skirt on me that didn't quite come to my knees. She then sat me down and multi-colored my fingernails a bright red. She then plucked my eyebrows slightly to shape them, and made up my expression. I sat there in electric shock as she did this. Base, eyeliner, eye shadow, lipstick - if I looked like I was even going to protest, she put her finger to my mouth to hush me. Finally she pulled a blonde wig out of her closet and put it on me.

"We've let your pilus get a trivial longer, but it isn't quite long enough for this yet. leave 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 numb. I couldn't find the tears, and besides it would get messed up my composition and Susan would experience been mad at me.

"Jaime is not only my limited 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 duad of two column inch torpedo heels.

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

I looked in the mirror and I didn't realise me. I saw a pretty blonde little girl, dressed to kill. rear in the day I'd have killed to get that daughter - now I was that girl.

Susan dressed and we went to a cabaret we'd never been to before. It was way on the other English of township and almost hidden. We walked in and I didn't recognize a single person there, and was very relieved. As I looked about, I noticed that most of the hombre were dancing with other guys, and most of the cleaning woman danced with other fair sex. Susan noticed my looking around, smiled, and stroked my head before kissing me.

"Don't worry honey. to the highest degree of the guys here won't have any sake in you - at least as long as they think you're a girl. Just puddle sure if you go to the bathroom, to use the womanhood's."

I hadn't even thought that far ahead, but realized I sure didn't want to walk in a men's room dressed like this. We found a board and got some drinks. We sipped our swallow, and with a piffling 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 while. supposition I know why now. You found yourself a new trivial squeeze."

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

"damn young woman. You better observe a slopped detainment 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 women came over and talked to us. I was even more surprise how many flirted with me. As a guy, no one even paid any attention to me. Now that I appeared to be a charwoman, half the adult female in this place seem to require me. I said something to Susan about it.

"You're novel meat. They've never seen you before or slept with you and you're cute sufficiency to catch their attention."

After we'd had a drink or two we got up and danced. We found ourselves in the heart of a crew of womanhood. Half the prison term I couldn't be completely sure enough who I was dancing with. A slow number came on and Susan slow danced with me. I let her Pb. I'm not a in force enough dancer to chair.

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

"Hey honey, dance with me."

"I have to get back to…"

"She can do without you for one more than dance. fare on beautiful, dancing with me."

This womanhood was groping me like nobody's business. My gaff was holding me very tight, otherwise she'd have felt my putz when her hired man went down there. It almost felt like I was being sexually assaulted on the saltation trading floor. The dance ended and she kissed me and groped me some more. I started to try to offend release and she held on until Susan appeared.

"okeh, bitch. You've had your fun. Jaime's taken, so go bump person else."

The woman glared at Susan who stood her ground. respective 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 play with your protagonist. We aren't going to have any trouble here now, are we ?"

Charlotte glared at the bouncer, then at Susan, and stomped off away from us. Susan and I went back to our table and got another drink. A piffling later, I saw Charlotte leave with another char. 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 know how to wield her."

The bouncer looked me over very carefully.

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

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

"Just come out. Hasn't had bottom surgery though."

"You pass literal well, honey."

"Tha… thanks."

"So is she going all the way ?"

"Not for the time 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 lady. I'd be half tempted to go for her, even knowing she's still got a package."

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

The next morning, I was going to strip off all the makeup and change to boy apparel. Susan asked me to stay that way and go to the mall with her. I felt really uncanny, but did it. She put me in another outfit and exposed toe flats. She touched up my war paint and we went out.

At the shopping centre, there was a pick up beauty parlor. Susan dragged me in there for a pedicure. They massaged my pes, cleaned off the callus, trimmed and shaped my toenails, then painted them. We gave it a little time to dry, then walked the center and went clothes shopping. Susan bought me a few more than girl outfits. I had to go in the women's salad dressing rooms to try on some of the clothes and once I'd done it a few time, it didn't even matter.

We had to pee, and Susan walked me into the charwoman's public toilet. I'd been in the women's room last nighttime at the bar, but it felt different at the mall. I had to pee though, so I did it, washed my hired man and left.

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

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

"drive it soft 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 home and Susan suggested we go out again that Night, with me still dressed as a cleaning woman.

"We won't go back to the Saami place as last night, 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 makeup and explained what she was doing and how as she did.

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

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

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

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

We went to another bar, and while it didn't have the gay men and womanhood of the early plaza, no one seemed to care about two women dancing together. We went home after and had more than wild sex.

Monday sunup, Susan helped me cleanse off my makeup and took the smoothen off my fingernails. I wanted her to take off the toenail gloss but she refused.

"Jaime, dear, you aren't going to make off your shoes and air sock at oeuvre. No one will make love you have polish on your toenails. Besides it looks so pretty."

That variety of set the timbre for how liveliness went for a while. Susan dressed me up as a girl for out weekends, and I kept toenail finish on, just as I did my panties, butt spark plug, and gaff. Generally when we went out, Susan would tell any guy rope who approached us that we were on a young lady's nighttime and weren't looking for caller. Usually that was enough to beat back off almost of them. chucker-out took care of the rest. We went back to the gay bar and hung with the lesbians pretty regularly, but not every weekend.

My dope kept growing until I was a b-cup. I really had to shape at it to hide them while at workplace. I started wearing a binder on my chest of drawers while I was there. In some mode I began to sense freer evenings and weekends when I could just wear a bra on them.

Frequently when we were out, guys would ask us to dance. Usually Susan would refuse, but once in a while she'd suggest we just dance with the guys for a dancing or two, just to nominate it easier to get rid of them. profligate dances were heavy, but particularly at first, I was uncomfortable sluggish dancing with a guy. I did it to defecate Susan well-chosen, because she did plenty of thing to make me happy.

One night we were at a 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 dick disappear. Susan told me how angry guy might get if they found I had a dick. At the end of the terpsichore, he kissed me and continued to grope me until I could separate away from him.

I went over to the mesa where Susan stood with two other bozo. I'd had a bit to drink in and was still reeling from the assault on the dancing storey. As I walked up, one of them turned to me.

"red cent. That was a Inferno of a display on the dance floor. I almost didn't recognize you, Jaime."

I realized the two bozo were Dave and microphone from work. I was shocked and scared. No one from employment, except Susan, of form, 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. pit, as a fair sex, I was popular. As a guy, I was no one. Now that was all going to be upset.

"Got a unspoilt pic of you kissing that guy as he fondled you. The office should do it 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 real you ?"

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

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

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

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

"I don't really have much money."

"There's other thing you could do."

Susan decided to chute into the conversation at this point.

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

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

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

I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to make him mad, but didn't want to boost him either. As it turned out, he didn't need any encouragement, and neither did microphone. What Dave and Mike wanted for their quiet was me to suck them off and let them have it off my ass. Now Susan had me suckle off her strap on, and regularly fucked my ass with it, but I'd never done either with a man with a veridical dick.

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

"You know, boys, she has substantial bosom - little ones, but form of nice. Would you like to see them and touch them ?"

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

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

Dave started playing with one knocker as Mike played with the other one. Having these guy cable touch me kind of maladjusted me, but as they played with them and sucked on them, it began to feel pretty damned honest. At one point, I had one mouth on each dummy, sucking, licking, and kissing them like they'd never seen breast before. I had waves of pleasure ripping through my body as they enjoyed my boobs.

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

Dave stood up, unzipped his gasp, and pulled out his dickhead. I looked at him, and his fount was consumed with lust. Mike was nearby and touching his groin. Susan grimaced, but nodded. I edged forward and took the caput of his dick in my mouth. Dave moaned.

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

I could taste a niggling of his precum on his cock, 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 to the lowest degree I tried to. The flavor was different, the taste perception was different, and Dave moaned as I pistoned his dick in and out of my mouthpiece. To keep from choking on it, I put my bridge player around the base of his pecker and rubbed it as I worked on the rest of it.

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

"Swallow it, bitch."

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

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

microphone was succeeding, and it went pretty a good deal the Lapp. I hoped after sucking them off that they'd be happy and let it go. But both of them insisted on fucking my ass as well. Dave had recovered first and unzipped my dame and pulled it off. He took my step-in off, but my gaff covered my arsehole, so he pulled that off too. My diminutive dick popped loose.

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

Dave tugged at my butt hoopla and I tried to unlax the muscular tissue as he eased it out of my ass.

"Look boys. You have to use lubricator. I'm not going to let you destroy her or offend her. And gently, son, gently."

Susan produced the lubricant and Dave smeared it on his gumshoe and around my SOB. I got down on my manpower and human knee, like I do for Susan, when she fucks my ass. Dave came up behind me and grabbed my coxa. I could feel the head of his gumshoe against my prick as he eased forward. It was already stretched a bit from pulling out the plug, and he slid in pretty easily. Susan had been fucking my ass, but the frame and stemma dick felt unlike. He pressed in until I could feel his balls slap my ass.

"tinker's damn. Nice to go real deep. improve than I could get with her mouth."

Dave started easy, building up speed, shoving his tool deep into my ass with each shot, holding my hips tight to draw it. He went faster and faster and I almost forgot it was a guy fucking my ass, until with a groan, he pulled my articulatio coxae 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 missy came at the like time."

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

"Girl, you ought to lick it clean."

I was appalled, then Susan spoke up.

"I kiss those backtalk. I'm not kissing dickhead. You want it clean, go to the bathroom and wash 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 passing game at that ass."

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

microphone fucked my ass, then Dave fucked me again, then microphone once more. Finally they seemed live up to. I kind of curled up in a ball naked, sitting up on the bed. Dave and Mike put their clothes back on.

"goodness Nox, daughter. We'll see you again next week."

"Next workweek ?"

"kick. You want us to go along silence, 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 weapon system. She rocked me back and Forth River for a patch, until I relaxed, then gently and sweetly made love to me. No Thomas More ass action at law that night. My ass had already had a exercising. But she stroked my consistence, caressed my knocker, then took my slight gumshoe up into her pussy and I fucked her, before we curled up together and went to sleep.

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

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

The adjacent two Friday nights were a action replay of the offset one, with Dave and Mike getting sucked off then fucking my ass a couple of times. The tremendous thing was, I was getting off on it physically, even though I hated it emotionally. After that third hebdomad, 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 entirely thing they have against you is photos of you partying, dressed as a woman. We tell HR that you are transitioning to a cleaning woman and will be dressing that way at piece of work. You dress as a charwoman at work, and they don't have anything over you anymore."

"Go to puzzle out dressed as a charwoman ?"

"What's worse, fucking the two of them every hebdomad, or dressing as a woman at piece of work ?"

"I don't concern for either choice, but I'll go to work as a adult female, 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 mike were puzzled, then angry when Susan told them they could find someone else to fuck over. I'd been going to bars and lodge dressed this way, so it wasn't much different going to work this way. nearly of the womanhood seemed glad for me and I had no problems using the women's restroom.

Everything seemed to settle back down, and Susan and I seemed happy and loving together at place and going out together. As meter passed, I found it became difficult for me to get a hard on, or to keep it long enough to fuck Susan. I was disappointed but we did still hold a sex living. Finally Susan decided to address the issue.

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

"So what do we do ?"

"Change it out. Have surgical process. alternate from a useless peter to a slit that we could both use."

"You want me to get rid of my cock and get a kitty-cat ?"

"Why not ? You dress as a woman. You live as a fair sex. You can't establish love like a man anymore. Get a cunt 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 somebody with a dick that doesn't."

"Married ? After ?"

"After. You got accrued vacation for the surgical procedure, and I've got vacation to be able to take 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 doctors. We scheduled it and the two of us went together. Susan held my hand 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 days before they took out the packing. After they did, they told me about dilating my new vagina.

I had to take up out dilating it four times a day to keep it stretched out properly, and it hurt like sin doing it. dilatation is essentially taking a dildo, lubing it and sticking it in my vagina. The tissues there had been totally retread and were recovering from that, which is why everything hurt so very much. It felt uncanny cerebration in terms of having a vagina. No, my dick had been largely non-functional, but it was still a dick.

Susan was with me nigh of the clip during recovery, comforting me, kissing me, and caring for me. I hated the dilatation, but Susan and the physician told me it was necessary, so I kept at it. It happened slowly enough that I didn't notice it but slowly, it quit hurting as I dilated. What shocked me was the day I stuck my dilator in and it felt goodness for the first time.

I took it slow and wanton - I didn't want to mess anything up. I eased the dilator in and out of my pussy, and instead of the pain I once felt, I now felt pleasure. I began rocking my hip joint back and Forth River as I slowly and gently fucked myself with the dilater, until I leaned back, arched my back and had a broad 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 exact it easy, we could now depart to have some fun.

We both returned to wreak shortly after that. I still had to read it slowly and walked for recitation and to stretch all those thing out. At workplace, some of the women hugged and kissed me. Yeah, there were a few who were cold, but that always happens.

We made plans for a small wedding and Susan and I went out shopping for wedding dresses. I wore a lacy ashen wearing apparel, which came down just below the stifle, while Susan wore a silky gabardine dress. I remember looking in the mirror at how I looked, which was tall, 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 beginning. She picked a guy who would be so grateful for her beloved and philia that he wouldn't balk at the dull unwavering small changes. By the clock time the changes became textile, I was so far along, it was almost inconceivable 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 unspoiled she can .