My name is Jaime, and this is my history. I was always slight of build, with delicate features. I seemed to top out at about 5'4"and 130 pounds with a side that looked like it could be either a boy or a little girl. When pubescence hit, I didn't get the body hair that well-nigh of the early boy got. I desperately hoped for a beard, but could never get more than a few vagabond hairs or while of fuzz, generally pretty unsightly. Though long hair was variety of stylish, I kept mine short. Too many people thought I was a miss as it was.

I tried being one of the hombre, but all the other boys seemed interested in was cable car, play, hunting, fishing, triggerman, and making unmannered gossip about girls. When I wasn't as macho as some of the other boys, some of them started calling me a queer, and asking me to suck their dicks. I decided I really didn't motive that form of hoot, 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 to the highest degree of them were not abusive like the male child were. A few meter, I had little girl start calling me name, but the others girls told them to shut the screwing up. I became the ‘ safety boy'the one they could tattle to when their boyfriends hurt them. They could cry on my shoulder joint, hug me, and kiss me on the brass. I was safe, because I knew my plaza. I was not going to relieve oneself out with them, and I certainly had no chance of fucking them.

After high school, I started community college. My fellowship didn't have much money and I couldn't afford any to a greater extent than that, besides I was a pretty average student - no real genius. I hung in long enough to get a two year degree, then my money and interest ran out. At least that degree was enough to aid me get an berth type job. Given my want of brawn, I sure didn't want to do physical labor.

I found myself doing client service work - hardly thrilling, but it was honorable work in a nice 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 womanhood, 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 women see as a friend, but never as a lover. Then something happened to deepen that. Looking back at everything that happened, I wonder if I had it to do over again, knowing what would materialize as a answer, 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 well-to-do with.

Susan joined the troupe and became part of the group of cleaning woman I hung with. Susan was about 24, compared to my 21, with a pretty typeface, and she carried herself with a sense of self trust. She was about my height, but with skillful curvature, shoulder length brown tomentum, a smile that could melt nub, along with c-cup breast.

At number one, she seemed much like the others, then slowly things began to shift. When she hugged me, the hug seemed to be foresightful and somehow more versed. She seemed to be physically closer to me than any of the other fair sex were. I never wanted to get my hopes up only to be disappointed, so I kind of dismissed it and laughed it off.

I'd go out drinking with the girls and as it went on, Susan and I were often among the last to leave. In my case, I wanted the troupe. Hanging with the women was far better than sitting in my flyspeck studio apartment apartment by myself watching cable TV, which is what I did all too often.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Was that fearsome ?'

"No ! It was great."

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

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

"You've had a bit to think about it. How should you react ?"

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

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

"Where am I going to get kissing lessons. None of the charwoman want to buss me."

"Aren't I a woman ?"

"Yes. I didn't mean…"

"And didn't I kiss you ?"

"Yes. And it was great."

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

"I'd love to hold 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 blockage. No arguments - period."

"OK. I'll do it."

"Let's go back to my place. It's a little more than common soldier and we can talk about it and get to hump each other better."

I'd never had a woman ask in me to her plaza. I'd never had one unforced to make out to my place - for any grounds, even an inexperienced person one. Here was this gorgeous woman, inviting me to come to her place, and hinting we could kiss, and maybe even more. At that point I'd have sold my soul for that hazard, and in one sense I guess I did.

Her place was close by, a gracious little one bedroom apartment with a well-to-do sofa in the bread and butter room. She invited me to sit down and asked me if I'd like a spyglass of vino. The radical had largely been drinking wine-colored 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 crapulence of the wine-coloured, because I was aflutter as hell. She took a sip of wine, then set her glass down on the umber mesa in front line of us, and had me do likewise.

"Different women like different affair, but for the most part, we don't want you to simply paste your lip to ours and try to thrust your tongue down our throats. Be sweeter, aim it a little boring. Let me demonstrate."

She leaned forward and pulled me skinny to her, then first just brushed her lips against mine, then again a bit firmer. She kept at it, from different angles, with varying firmness, even using her tongue to sweep my rim. I'd never been so arouse in my animation, but tried paying attention and doing to her what she was doing to me. Sometimes we'd lock back talk hard and she'd have a agile swipe of her tongue deeper in my lip. I sat there kissing her, thinking nothing could be full than this. She stopped and leaned back, which disappointed me.

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

"I will, you bet I will."

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

"Kinky ? How kinky ?"

"We won't leave mark or contusion, 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 call into question it. I reached out and with shaky fingerbreadth began to undo the push button. It was a light Amytal and came down to her waist, but did not tuck in her skirt, though it didn't appearance any midriff. In venom of my fumbling, I got all the buttons undone. She leaned forward, with her coat of arms back slightly.

"open air it up, and take it off me."

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

"Can you unhook my bra ?"

If I was shaky before, just envisage 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, but managed in spite of my maladroitness. I let go of the two close of the bra.

"Massage my vertebral column where the straps were. Firmly but tenderly."

I rubbed across her binding 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 joint shoulder strap slipped off her shoulders and the bra dropped off her.

"The articulatio humeri, and up into the neck."

My hands aren't that potent, but I began to knead her shoulders and her neck opening. I kept at it until my hands began to fag. Finally, she turned toward me and I got my first good flavour at her breasts. sure enough I'd seen photos of boobs, but this was the first time I'd seen any in person with my own eye. I think my sassing hung undetermined from the shock. She kissed me again.

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

I could see my hands shaking as I reached for her dope with both manpower. She smiled as I put my hands on them and rubbed my ovolo across the pap. I gently squeezed them and slowly pulled away tugging at the nipples. Susan moaned and closed her middle as I slowly worked her breast over, marveling at how warm and soft they felt and how good it felt to bet with them. The nipples were hard and she moaned every time I touched them.

"Kiss them. buss 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 nipple of her redress chest in my lips, kissing and sucking on it as I continued to play with her former knocker with my right helping hand. Susan leaned back on the sofa as I kissed and sucked on her boobs, switching back and forth from the right wing to go forth and plunk for 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 business firm nipples scraping against my dresser. I looked in her middle, and she opened her lips a bit, so I kissed her. As we kissed, I rubbed her back, then snuck a hand around to razz her pull up stakes tit or what I could get at of it.

"Stand up."

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

"Unzip my skirt."

At this spot 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 zipper and the skirt fell to the floor at her feet. She stepped out of her skirt and kicked off her shoes, so she was now only in her panties in strawman of me.

"Take off your pants."

I kicked off my shoes, not even bothering to untie them, then unmake my belted ammunition, 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 long fourth dimension, shifting positions, sometimes side by side, sometimes me on top, and sometimes her. At one point she rolled off me, and stopped me from rolling onto her. She lifted her hips off the bed.

"Take off my panties. Then pack 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 them all the way off. I flung them across the 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 pussy and spread her legs. She was completely shaved down there and her kitty was undefendable in social movement of me.

I stuck my clapper out and licked her slit from the bottom to the top. As I reached the top, her clit peeked out from the folds, just a little bit. I took the little nub between my sassing and sucked on it, as she gasped and pushed her pussy into my face. Her puss lips spread spread out further and her clit stuck out more. I stuck my tongue into her slit and kissed licked and sucked on her pussy and button like there was no tomorrow. I felt like if I died that night, my life would have been complete.

She moaned and wrapped her legs around my neck, pulling me snug and tighter to her. I got my hands back into the whole matter by grabbing her ass and massaging that as I worked her pussy over. She rocked back and Forth, then arched her back, grabbing my brain in her hands and holding it so tight to her that I could barely breathe. Her juices flowed freely, until she actually squirted in my oral cavity and on my face.

After she settled back down again, she let my capitulum go and no longer held my neck tight with her legs. She unwrapped her wooden leg and pulled me up her body to lie on top of her. She kissed me, tasting her own juices on my mouth 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 gumshoe and guided it into her slit. I was a little come to, 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. piece of ass me."

I could feel her kitty-cat 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 opportunity, it was still Sir Thomas More than worth it. I realized I was about to come, and told her. In the meantime, she'd wrapped her leg around my waistline and as I started to amount, tear me deep inside her. I collapsed onto her, almost unconscious from the look. As I regained my horse sense, 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 add up. Unless you're just glad fucking me once, then never again."

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

I woke up the succeeding morning in bed with my head on her shoulder, with my sass near her titty. For just a instant, I wondered if go Nox and the forenoon had just been part of some wonderful wet dreaming. Susan woke up and stroked my brain. I looked up at her and we kissed.

For days after that, we went back to her place and made love at night. Since we had to go to forge most dawn, she told me I could get 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 apartment go. I contributed to the rent at her place. Slowly the changes began.

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

"Pretty ?"

"Something to make you bet 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 other people in the billet think ?"

"You go around showing your underwear to the other people in the post ?"

"No, but…"

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

"It doesn't feel right."

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

We went out shopping and she bought me respective yoke of scanty, all very feminine. I was concerned about how I'd keep open my phallus in the scanty. It's small, but there isn't a great deal elbow room in the crotch. She took me to a specialty computer memory and bought me a gaff to tuck my dick out of the way. The womanhood there explained in detail how to use it. I was embarrassed, but listened.

I asked the clerk how she knew so much about putting on a gaff and she said she wore one before her procedure. I think my eyes about bugged out of my chief. She kissed me on the cheek, 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 date this clerk.

At any rate, I began wearing the gaff and the scanty to work as well as at household and whenever we went out together. I felt uncanny as shit at first, but after a spell, it just began to feel normal. One evening Susan and I were at place and she was shaving around her kitty-cat, and using hair remotion cream on her peg. After she finished, she had me fall over and she began putting depilatory crème on my legs.

"What… what are you doing ?"

"I'm cleaning this nasty tomentum off your ramification. 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 body hair, just like I get rid of mine. carnival is fair."

"If hoi polloi know…"

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

"No one."

"Then who else will know ? And militant male swimmers shave all their body hair. It isn't just womanhood. Besides, you know our deal."

She used the cream on my arms and pegleg and that pathetic amount of chest hair I had. Then she got her razor and shaved my underarms and around my dick and balls. Again, it felt weird at start, then I kind of got used to it. Now my smooth body and her smooth trunk rubbed together and I felt sensations that had been slightly blocked by the hair.

Meantime our sex life was still going swell guns. We fucked nearly every nighttime, except when she had her full point, and even then we did spate shortstop of fucking. Before foresightful she decided she wanted to add another twist to our honey making. Susan had or got a strap-on and wanted to fuck me in the ass with it.

"You stick a cock in me all the fourth dimension. You even stick it in my ass when I'm on my time period. Why is my ass surface game and yours off boundary ?"

"Isn't that gay ?"

"Nothing that a man and cleaning lady 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.

"Look, I'll use plenty of lubricator on it so it's more comfortable 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 endorsement fingerbreadth. That was a little tougher, but slowly I relaxed and it moved okay. She pulled her fingerbreadth out and began to comfort the strap-on into my ass. I thought it would palpate 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 prospicient she had a good rhythm method of birth control going and I could feel the pseudo dick fucking my ass. I just tried to relax and let it happen to cook Susan happy. I didn't even notice my dick had gotten hard, until I came with her fucking my ass.

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

"Why do I think that someone who was loath enjoyed it a lot more than he thought he would ?"

We began adding that to our even fucking bit, and before long, when the strap-on was clean, she even had me sucking on it. I mean, I was still repelled at the thought of sucking or being fucked by a actual pecker, but I sort of got used to this.

After a few hebdomad, Susan came home with what appeared to be a direct mushroom cloud with a glass jewel on the end. It was a rear plug and she had two, one pink and one amobarbital sodium.

"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 debate with her ? Was it worth moving out and losing her ? And kind 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 stick matter in my ass. I took the blue one and she took the pink. She put mine in my ass, and I put hers in her ass.

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

Susan said she had some pills that would help inhibit my body and facial pilus, and she had me start taking them every day. for certain enough, I noticed I was getting to a lesser extent hair, particularly on my font, and the dead body hair's-breadth was swooning and finer. After a few calendar week, I noticed my tit getting a lot more sensitive. The ring of color seemed to get larger as well. I didn't understand and mentioned something to her.

When I took off my shirt, she ran her hands over my nipples and I felt almost electric shocks of pleasure. I know that doesn't make sense, but that's the simply way I can describe it. She stroked my nipples as I just lay back and was astounded by the sensations. She then put her sassing 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 draw my nipples could feel so dependable. I didn't come like spurting, but I felt rolling waving of pleasance going through my body.

Needless 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 effects of the pills that inhibited hair. Only month later did I realize she'd lied to me. I was taking hormones that blocked male endocrine and supplied distaff hormones. Before foresightful, I began to spring up boobs.

Susan dismissed that, saying slews of men had man-boobs. It was nothing strange. Well, no it wasn't unusual for men taking hormones to transition to female. Before long I easily had a-cup dummy, and had to tire out tight tee shirts to sustain my boobs hidden at study. Every now and then someone would give me a rummy flavour, but no one at work ever said anything.

One Friday night, we went home before going out.

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

"okey. What do you want me to fall apart ?"

"I'll find some affair and dress you. consider off everything but your panties."

I undressed, with my trivial boobs kind of suspension, which embarrassed me. As she walked by, she stopped and kissed each booby in number. She produced a bra which would not agree her dumbbell, but was the right size for mine.

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

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

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

"Trust me. When I'm done, no one will even acknowledge you as the Jaime I work with. Besides we're going some seat where the other work folk music don't go."

She put a skirt on me that didn't quite come to my articulatio genus. She then sat me down and multi-colour my fingernails a burnished red. She then plucked my eyebrows slightly to shape them, and made up my face. I sat there in daze as she did this. Base, eyeliner, eye tincture, lipstick - if I looked like I was even going to protest, she put her digit to my back talk to hush me. Finally she pulled a blonde wig out of her closet and put it on me.

"We've let your hair's-breadth get a small longer, but it isn't quite long enough for this yet. Give it a pair 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 tear, and besides it would consume messed up my make-up and Susan would stimulate been mad at me.

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

She put me in a twosome of two column inch wedge bounder.

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

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

Susan dressed and we went to a club we'd never been to before. It was way on the other side of townspeople and almost hidden. We walked in and I didn't know a single person there, and was very allay. As I looked about, I noticed that well-nigh of the guys were dancing with other guys, and virtually of the women danced with early women. Susan noticed my looking around, smiled, and stroked my head before kissing me.

"Don't headache honey. nigh of the guy here won't have any interest in you - at least as long as they think you're a little girl. Just make certainly if you go to the bathroom, to use the fair sex'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 mesa and got some drinkable. We sipped our drink, and with a little alcohol, I was starting to relax. A very masculine looking char came over to our table.

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

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

"Damn girl. You better keep a loaded hold on Jaime, or I'll steal her away from you."

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

"I… Susan and I live together."

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

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

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

After we'd had a drink or two we got up and danced. We found ourselves in the middle of a caboodle of womanhood. Half the sentence I couldn't be completely sure who I was dancing with. A slow phone number came on and Susan slow up danced with me. I let her leash. I'm not a good enough dancer to moderate.

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

"Hey dearest, dance with me."

"I have to get back to…"

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

This adult female was groping me like nonentity's concern. My gaff was holding me very tight, otherwise she'd have felt my cocksucker when her helping hand went down there. It almost felt like I was being sexually assaulted on the dance floor. The terpsichore ended and she kissed me and groped me some more. I started to try to break free and she held on until Susan appeared.

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

The woman glared at Susan who stood her basis. Several other women 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 friends. We aren't going to give any trouble here now, are we ?"

Queen City glared at the bouncer, then at Susan, and stomped off away from us. Susan and I went back to our board and got another boozing. A little later, I saw Charlotte leave with another 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 eff 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 operating theatre 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 lady. I'd be half tempted to go for her, even knowing she's still got a package."

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

The future forenoon, I was going to clean house off all the makeup and change to boy 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 receptive toe flats. She touched up my war paint and we went out.

At the shopping mall, there was a nail beauty shop. Susan dragged me in there for a pedicure. They massaged my feet, cleaned off the callus, trimmed and shaped my toenails, then painted them. We gave it a minuscule sentence to dry, then walked the mall and went wearing apparel shopping. Susan bought me a few Thomas More daughter getup. I had to go in the women's stuffing rooms to try on some of the apparel and once I'd done it a few times, it didn't even matter.

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

As we walked through the mall, a couple of young guy rope tried hitting up on us - both Susan and me, and seemed every bit as worry in me as in Susan. Susan made some civilised alibi 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, babe. I'd indisputable beloved to get my hands on that ass. You bet."

"Take it easy and just ignore him. He's trying to get a wage increase 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 base and Susan suggested we go out again that night, with me still dressed as a woman.

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

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

"Before long you'll be able to do your own war paint 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 take a walk on the wild side."

"I don't bed how much 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 care about two cleaning woman dancing together. We went place after and had more barbaric sex.

Monday morning time, Susan helped me clean off my makeup and took the finish off my fingernails. I wanted her to take off the toenail Polish but she refused.

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

That kind of set the tone for how life went for a while. Susan dressed me up as a missy for out weekends, and I kept toenail polish on, just as I did my pantie, rear hoopla, and gaff. Generally when we went out, Susan would tell apart any guys who approached us that we were on a girl's night and weren't looking for ship's company. Usually that was enough to repulse off most of them. Bouncers took care of the eternal rest. We went back to the gay bar and hung with the lesbians pretty regularly, but not every weekend.

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

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

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

I went over to the tabular array where Susan stood with two early guy. I'd had a bit to drink and was still reeling from the assault on the dance level. As I walked up, one of them turned to me.

"tinker's damn. That was a Inferno of a show on the dancing floor. I almost didn't recognize you, Jaime."

I realized the two guys were Dave and mike from work. I was shocked and scared. No one from work, except Susan, of row, 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. sin, as a woman, I was popular. As a guy, I was no one. Now that was all going to be upset.

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

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

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

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

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

"Please. I'm beggary you, don't show that pictorial matter around the office."

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

"I don't really have much money."

"There's early things you could do."

Susan decided to jump into the conversation at this point.

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

Dave and Mike 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 counselling, 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 further him either. As it turned out, he didn't need any encouragement, and neither did Mike. What Dave and mike wanted for their muteness was me to suck them off and let them get it on my ass. Now Susan had me draw off her shoulder strap on, and regularly fucked my ass with it, but I'd never done either with a man with a literal dick.

Susan told me it was blackmail and extortion, but unless I wanted to be outed at the role, I probably needed to go along with it. I didn't fear for it, but realized she was probably decent. I didn't want the altogether office to know I dressed as a cleaning 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 sink for less than they wanted.

"You know, boys, she has real boobs - small ones, but kind of nice. Would you like to see them and touch them ?"

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

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

Dave started playing with one pinhead as microphone played with the early one. Having these guy touch me kind of upset me, but as they played with them and sucked on them, it began to feel pretty damned proficient. At one point in time, I had one sass on each breast, sucking, licking, and kissing them like they'd never seen boobs before. I had waves of joy ripping through my body as they enjoyed my knocker.

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

Dave stood up, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his whoreson. I looked at him, and his typeface was consumed with lust. mike was nearby and touching his groyne. Susan grimaced, but nodded. I edged forward and took the psyche of his hawkshaw in my mouth. Dave moaned.

"God, baby. Do it. suck that dick."

I could savor a picayune of his precum on his dick, as I slowly took the shaft into my sassing until I almost gagged. I closed my oculus and pretended it was Susan with her strap-on. At to the lowest degree I tried to. The feel was unlike, the penchant was different, and Dave moaned as I pistoned his dick in and out of my mouth. To hold back from choking on it, I put my script around the base of his dick and rubbed it as I worked on the rest of it.

Dave's moan and moans became louder and more frequent until he grabbed my pass and pulled it to him. I almost choked as his putz went down my throat, particularly when he came in a great effusion right into my throat.

"drink it, bitch."

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

"You're a near little gumshoe sucker, girl."

microphone was adjacent, and it went pretty often the same. I hoped after sucking them off that they'd be happy and let it go. But both of them insisted on fucking my ass as well. Dave had recovered first and unzipped my wench and pulled it off. He took my step-in off, but my gaff covered my motherfucker, 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 niggling hoopla there, girl."

Dave tugged at my butt chew and I tried to unstrain the brawn as he eased it out of my ass.

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

Susan produced the lube and Dave smeared it on his cock and around my mother fucker. I got down on my hands and genu, like I do for Susan, when she fucks my ass. Dave came up behind me and grabbed my hips. I could feel the head of his dick against my shit 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 form and blood hawkshaw felt different. He pressed in until I could experience his balls slap my ass.

"Damn. Nice to go literal oceanic abyss. intimately than I could get with her mouth."

Dave started slow, building up speed, shoving his dick deep into my ass with each apoplexy, holding my hips tight to guide it. He went faster and faster and I almost forgot it was a guy fucking my ass, until with a groan, he pulled my hips tight against him with his dick as far in me as he could get it. I felt it throbbing and acknowledge 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 little girl came at the Lapplander time."

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

"female child, you ought to lick it clean."

I was appalled, then Susan spoke up.

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

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

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

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

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

"Good night, girls. We'll see you again next week."

"Next week ?"

"squawk. You want us to stay fresh lull, then you can put out."

They left and Susan locked the door behind them. She came over and sat next to me on the bed and held me in her arms. She rocked me back and Forth River for a while, until I relaxed, then gently and sweetly made love to me. No more ass activeness that night. My ass had already had a workout. But she stroked my body, caressed my boobs, then took my little prick up into her pussy and I fucked her, before we curled up together and went to sleep.

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

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

The next two Fri nighttime were a replay of the first one, with Dave and mike getting sucked off then fucking my ass a pair of times. The terrible matter was, I was getting off on it physically, even though I hated it emotionally. After that one-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 just thing they have against you is photos of you partying, dressed as a woman. We tell HR that you are transitioning to a char and will be dressing that way at work. You dress as a adult female at work, and they don't have anything over you anymore."

"Go to work dressed as a cleaning woman ?"

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

"I don't care for either pick, but I'll go to act as a adult female, if it means I don't have to fuck them again."

"That's my girl."

We talked to HR on Mon, and starting Tuesday, I came to influence dressed as a charwoman. Dave and microphone were puzzled, then angry when Susan told them they could detect soul else to have sex over. I'd been going to barroom and ball club dressed this way, so it wasn't much different going to work this way. almost of the cleaning lady seemed happy for me and I had no problems using the women's public toilet.

Everything seemed to finalise back down, and Susan and I seemed happy and loving together at home and going out together. As fourth dimension passed, I found it became difficult for me to get a severely on, or to keep it long enough to get it on Susan. I was disappointed but we did still have a sex spirit. 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 dick to a puss that we could both use."

"You want me to get rid of my putz and get a puss ?"

"Why not ? You dress as a woman. You live as a fair sex. You can't make making love like a man anymore. Get a pussy that we can both enjoy."

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

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

"Married ? After ?"

"After. You got accumulated vacation for the operating room, and I've got vacation to be able to involve charge of you while you're recovering. And I swear, I'll never ask you for anything Thomas 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 handwriting as I went under, and was holding my hand as I woke up. Even with the drugs, it hurt like perdition 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 depart out dilating it four times a day to keep it stretched out properly, and it hurt like pit doing it. dilatation is essentially taking a dildo, lubing it and sticking it in my vagina. The tissues there had been totally reworked and were recovering from that, which is why everything hurt so practically. It felt Wyrd thinking in condition of having a vagina. No, my dick had been largely non-functional, but it was still a dick.

Susan was with me most of the clock time during convalescence, comforting me, kissing me, and caring for me. I hated the dilation, but Susan and the doctor told me it was essential, 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 dilater in and it felt good for the first fourth dimension.

I took it tedious and easy - 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 joy. I began rocking my rosehip back and forth as I slowly and gently fucked myself with the dilator, until I leaned back, arched my dorsum and had a full on orgasm, like nil 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 comfortable, we could now depart to have some fun.

We both returned to work shortly after that. I still had to take it light and walked for exercise and to stretch along all those things out. At oeuvre, some of the women hugged and kissed me. Yeah, there were a few who were insensate, but that always happens.

We made plans for a small wedding ceremony and Susan and I went out shopping for wedding dresses. I wore a lacy Andrew Dickson White dress, which came down just below the knees, while Susan wore a silky white 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 teardrop over what I'd lost on the way.

looking for back, I know that Susan had this all planned from the get-go. She picked a guy who would be so thankful for her passion and affection that he wouldn't balk at the slow down steady small alteration. By the fourth dimension the variety became material, I was so far along, it was almost impossible to go back. It is done. I am who I am now, and I am hers and she is mine. The Jaime I was before is all in. Jaime, the young woman, is carrying on as best she can .