My name is Jaime, and this is my fib. I was always slight of build, with delicate feature. I seemed to top out at about 5'4"and 130 Pound with a face that looked like it could be either a boy or a lady friend. When puberty hit, I didn't get the soundbox fuzz that most of the other boys got. I desperately hoped for a beard, but could never get more than a few roll haircloth or patches of hair, generally pretty unsightly. Though long pilus was kind of stylish, I kept mine short-circuit. Too many people thought I was a fille as it was.

I tried being one of the guy wire, but all the other male child seemed worry in was cars, sports, hunting, fishing, hired gun, and making rude comments 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 dick. I decided I really didn't motivation that kind of dirt, and I was interested in daughter, not boys.

I ended up hanging out more with the girl, though none of them had any interest in me. At least they were friendly and most of them were not abusive like the boy were. A few times, I had girls start calling me public figure, but the others girls told them to shut the fuck up. I became the ‘ safe boy'the one they could talk to when their fellow hurt them. They could cry on my shoulder, hug me, and kiss me on the boldness. I was safe, because I knew my place. I was not going to make out with them, and I certainly had no chance of fucking them.

After high shoal, I started community college. My crime syndicate didn't have much money and I couldn't afford any to a greater extent than that, besides I was a moderately average student - no tangible genius. I hung in long enough to get a two year grade, then my money and interest ran out. At least that arcdegree was enough to help me get an office case job. Given my lack of muscle, I sure didn't neediness to do physical labor.

I found myself doing client service work - hardly thrilling, but it was fair body of work in a nice air conditioned function. virtually of my co-workers were women, and a bunch of the men there were gay. I ended up hanging with the women, lots like I did in schooltime. As long as I wasn't loud, objectionable, or pushy, which I never was, they were happy for me to hang with them.

I figured my luck was to always be the guy who charwoman see as a friend, but never as a devotee. Then something happened to vary that. Looking back at everything that happened, I wonder if I had it to do over again, knowing what would happen as a outcome, what I would do. I honestly don't know. I wanted erotic love and to be wanted and needed, but the price was more than I'd have been comfortable with.

Susan joined the party and became piece of the radical of cleaning lady I hung with. Susan was about 24, compared to my 21, with a pretty look, and she carried herself with a sense of self trust. She was about my height, but with nice curves, berm duration brown fuzz, a grinning that could dissolve hearts, along with c-cup breasts.

At foremost, she seemed much like the others, then slowly things began to change. When she hugged me, the clinch seemed to be longer and somehow more familiar. She seemed to be physically closer to me than any of the other woman 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 crapulence with the young lady and as it went on, Susan and I were often among the last to leave. In my showcase, I wanted the company. Hanging with the women was far dear than sitting in my tiny studio apartment apartment by myself watching cable's length 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 early woman. Susan seemed to be talking mostly to me, hanging on me, and laughing at everything I said. After a little bit, the early fair sex stood up, gave a trivial one-half jest, and spoke.

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

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

"gentlewoman ? 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 girls ’."

Susan looked at me, then smiled, and leaned forward and kissed me on the sassing. I was surprised, and didn't even know 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 frightening ?'

"No ! It was great."

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

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

"You've had a minute to believe about it. How should you respond ?"

With that, she lifted her chief slightly and opened her lips just a piffling. 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 buss lessons. None of the women want to kiss me."

"Aren't I a adult female ?"

"Yes. I didn't mean…"

"And didn't I kiss you ?"

"Yes. And it was great."

I felt unquiet and looked shamefaced, as she looked at me with a little half grin on her face.

"I'd honey to consume you instruct me to kiss."

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

"Provided ?"

"Provided you understand that I am in charge."

"Sure. Absolutlely."

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

"Okay. I'll do it."

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

I'd never had a woman ask for me to her blank space. I'd never had one volition to come to my place - for any ground, even an inexperienced person one. Here was this gorgeous womanhood, inviting me to occur to her place, and hinting we could buss, and maybe even more. At that degree I'd have sold my soul for that hazard, and in one sense I guess I did.

Her berth was near by, a prissy trivial one bedroom flat with a comfortable sofa in the living elbow room. She invited me to sit down and asked me if I'd like a glass of wine. The chemical 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-coloured for both her and I and came over to sit by me on the sofa.

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

"Different woman like different thing, but for the most part, we don't want you to simply glue your backtalk to ours and try to shove your tongue down our throats. Be scented, take it a little dense. Let me demonstrate."

She leaned forward and pulled me close-fitting 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 clapper to brush my lip. I'd never been so excited in my aliveness, but tried paying attention and doing to her what she was doing to me. Sometimes we'd curl lips difficult and she'd have a quick swipe of her glossa deeper in my oral fissure. I sat there kissing her, thinking goose egg could be break 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 sense of taste. 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 indisputable not going to question it. I reached out and with wonky fingers began to undo the clitoris. It was a lite blue and came down to her waist, but did not gather in her bird, though it didn't show any midsection. In spite of my fumbling, I got all the push undone. She leaned forward, with her subdivision back slightly.

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

I opened it wide and slid it down her shoulders and arms and she turned slightly to let me aim it all the way off her. She wore a lacy white bra which showed just a hint of her ring of color, 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 as shooting what was coming, but felt sure as shooting I'd commend 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 back of the bra slightly away from her back, then fumbled to unhook the two sides, but managed in spite of my clumsiness. I let go of the two remnant of the bra.

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

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

"Go up also."

I followed the articulatio humeri straps up her back rubbing there as well. She moaned and rocked back and Forth River as I rubbed her and the shoulder straps slipped off her shoulders and the bra dropped off her.

"The shoulders, and up into the neck."

My hands aren't that strong, but I began to knead her shoulders and her neck. I kept at it until my work force began to run down. Finally, she turned toward me and I got my first honest aspect at her chest. Sure I'd seen photos of boobs, but this was the first base time I'd seen any in person with my own oculus. I think my mouth hung loose from the shock. She kissed me again.

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

I could see my manus shaking as I reached for her titty with both workforce. 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 pap. Susan moaned and closed her eyes as I slowly worked her boobs over, marveling at how warm and diffuse they felt and how good it felt to play with them. The mamilla were hard and she moaned every prison term I touched them.

"Kiss them. snog 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 right tit in my lips, kissing and sucking on it as I continued to play with her other tit with my right deal. Susan leaned back on the sofa as I kissed and sucked on her boobs, switching back and forth from the rightfield to impart and back again repeatedly.

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

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

"stall up."

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

"Unzip my skirt."

At this point in time I was so far into terra incognita that I wasn't even anxious 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 flooring at her feet. She stepped out of her annulus and kicked off her shoes, so she was now only in her panties in front of me.

"Take off your pants."

I kicked off my shoes, not even bothering to untie them, then loosen my whack, unzipped my pant, let them fall to my invertebrate foot 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 meter, shifting office, sometimes side by side, sometimes me on top, and sometimes her. At one point she rolled off me, and stopped me from rolling onto her. She lifted her hips off the bed.

"payoff off my step-in. Then take off yours."

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

I stuck my lingua out and licked her twat from the bottom to the top. As I reached the top, her button peeked out from the fold, just a petty bit. I took the piddling nub between my lips and sucked on it, as she gasped and pushed her pussy into my face. Her pussy lips spread undefendable further and her clit stuck out more. I stuck my glossa into her puss and kissed drub and sucked on her twat and clit like there was no tomorrow. I felt like if I died that Nox, my life story would have been complete.

She moaned and wrapped her pegleg around my cervix, pulling me closer and mingy to her. I got my script back into the whole thing by grabbing her ass and massaging that as I worked her pussy over. She rocked back and Forth, then arched her back, grabbing my headway in her hired hand and holding it so blind drunk to her that I could barely catch one's breath. Her juice flowed freely, until she actually squirted in my mouth and on my face.

After she settled back down again, she let my head go and no longer held my neck tight with her legs. She unwrapped her legs and pulled me up her organic structure to lie on top of her. She kissed me, tasting her own succus on my back talk 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 pussy. I was a little relate, 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 wonderful. Do it boy. Fuck me."

I could feel her pussy gripping my dick and it felt like nothing ever before. okey, 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 than worth it. I realized I was about to come, and told her. In the meantime, she'd wrapped her legs around my waist and as I started to come, rive me late inside her. I collapsed onto her, almost unconscious from the feelings. As I regained my senses, I looked at her, and kissed her.

"God, I love you Susan."

"And if you can be a good boy and do what you're told, there's a lot Thomas More to make out. Unless you're just happy fucking me once, then never again."

"I want to do this with you for a foresightful prison term to come."

I woke up the next cockcrow in bed with my head teacher on her shoulder, with my mouth near her tit. For just a second, I wondered if live night and the daybreak had just been constituent of some terrific wet aspiration. Susan woke up and stroked my head. I looked up at her and we kissed.

For Day after that, we went back to her place and made love life at night. Since we had to go to exercise to the highest degree mornings, she told me I could bring some of my clothes over for when I stayed the Night, which now seemed to be every night. After a couple of hebdomad, I simply moved in and let my studio apartment go. I contributed to the rent at her place. Slowly the modification began.

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

"Pretty ?"

"Something to hold you wait sexy."

"Like what ?"

"I want you to fatigue some nice panties."

"You mean like… ?"

"That's exactly what I mean."

"I can't clothing panties."

"Why not ?"

"What would the early the great unwashed in the office think ?"

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

"No, but…"

"Then how would they ever roll in the hay ? If you're worried, pee in a booth, just don't drop trouser and panty all the way to the floor and no one will ever be able to tell."

"It doesn't spirit right."

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

We went out shopping and she bought me various duet of step-in, all very feminine. I was concerned about how I'd continue my member in the panty. It's small, but there isn't much elbow room in the privates. She took me to a specialty store and bought me a gaff to tuck my dick out of the way. The woman there explained in contingent how to use it. I was embarrassed, but listened.

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

At any charge per unit, I began wearing the gaff and the panty to work as well as at home and whenever we went out together. I felt unearthly as shit at first, but after a while, it just began to feel pattern. One eventide Susan and I were at place and she was shaving around her pussy, and using hair removal emollient on her peg. After she finished, she had me come over and she began putting epilator crème on my legs.

"What… what are you doing ?"

"I'm cleaning this nasty tomentum off your wooden leg. You don't have as often as most guys, but I don't like fuzz on you any more than I like it on me."

"But…"

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

"If mass know…"

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

"No one."

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

She used the cream on my arms and branch 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 Wyrd at first, then I kind of got used to it. Now my smooth body and her smooth out body rubbed together and I felt sensations that had been slightly blocked by the hair.

meanwhile our sex lifespan was still going dandy hitman. We fucked nearly every night, except when she had her period of time, and even then we did pot short of fucking. Before long she decided she wanted to add another tress to our love fashioning. Susan had or got a strap-on and wanted to fuck me in the ass with it.

"You stick a dick in me all the time. You even stick it in my ass when I'm on my catamenia. Why is my ass open biz 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 hands and knee joint on the bed. Susan got behind me with the strap-on.

"looking, I'll use mountain of lubricating substance on it so it's more prosperous for you."

In my nervousness, I think my ass tightened up considerably, but she didn't rush. She lubed a fingerbreadth and eased it in. Once it was moving easily in my ass, she stuck in a second digit. That was a little tougher, but slowly I relaxed and it moved okay. She pulled her finger's breadth out and began to comfort 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 proficient rhythm going and I could sense the role player dick fucking my ass. I just tried to relax and let it encounter to bring in 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 hold 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 somebody who was loath enjoyed it a lot to a greater extent than he thought he would ?"

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

After a few weeks, Susan came home base with what appeared to be a signal mushroom with a spyglass jewel on the end. It was a butt plug and she had two, one pink and one blue.

"You're mine and I'm yours. We don't have halo because we aren't married, but this is a way for us to show the inter-group communication we have. I'll wear one and you wear the other."

How was I going to indicate 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 in time I was getting used to having her stick thing in my ass. I took the dreary one and she took the garden pink. She put mine in my ass, and I put hers in her ass.

Every time Susan asked me to do something weird like this, our fucking would be particularly intense and long lasting. She became a real sex car in bed for twenty-four hour period afterwards.

Susan said she had some oral contraceptive that would help suppress my body and facial hair, and she had me set off taking them every day. indisputable enough, I noticed I was getting less whisker, particularly on my nerve, and the eubstance hair was lighter and finer. After a few workweek, I noticed my pap getting a lot more sensitive. The areolas seemed to get larger as well. I didn't understand and mentioned something to her.

When I took off my shirt, she ran her hands over my mammilla and I felt almost electric shocks of pleasure. I know that doesn't make sense, but that's the but way I can depict it. She stroked my mammilla as I just lay back and was astounded by the sensations. She then put her brim on one tit and began sucking on it. I thought I was going to hover off the bed. I couldn't have even imagined that having a charwoman tactile sensation and suck my teat could feel so good. I didn't come like spurting, but I felt rolling waving of joy going through my body.

acerate leaf 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 fuzz. Only months later did I actualize she'd lied to me. I was taking endocrine that blocked manful endocrine and supplied female hormones. Before long, I began to grow boobs.

Susan dismissed that, saying lots of men had man-boobs. It was nothing unusual. well, no it wasn't strange for men taking endocrine to transition to female. Before farsighted I easily had a-cup boobs, and had to wear tight tee shirts to keep my knocker hidden at workplace. Every now and then individual would give me a funny look, but no one at oeuvre ever said anything.

One Fri night, we went dwelling house before going out.

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, I do. And you will get into it. Besides by the meter I'm done no one will notice."

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

"cartel me. When I'm done, no one will even recognize you as the Jaime I work with. Besides we're going some place where the other body of work folks don't go."

She put a skirt on me that didn't quite come to my knees. She then sat me down and painted my fingernails a hopeful red. She then plucked my brow slightly to shape them, and made up my nerve. I sat there in shock as she did this. Base, eyeliner, eye shadow, lipstick - if I looked like I was even going to protest, she put her finger's breadth to my lips to quiet me. Finally she pulled a blond wig out of her loo and put it on me.

"We've let your hair get a little thirster, but it isn't quite long enough for this yet. throw 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 rent, and besides it would give birth messed up my physical composition and Susan would have been mad at me.

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

She put me in a duet of two in wedge hound.

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

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

Susan dressed and we went to a nine we'd never been to before. It was way on the other side of town and almost hidden. We walked in and I didn't greet a undivided person there, and was very relieved. As I looked about, I noticed that most of the Guy were dancing with other guys, and most of the woman danced with former charwoman. Susan noticed my looking around, smiled, and stroked my head before kissing me.

"Don't worry honey. Most of the bozo here won't have any interest in you - at least as long as they think you're a daughter. Just make surely if you go to the bathroom, to use the women's."

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

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

"Damn girl. You improve keep a tight clutches on Jaime, or I'll steal her away from you."

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

"I… Susan and I live together."

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

She laughed and walked off. I was storm how many woman came over and talked to us. I was even more storm how many flirted with me. As a guy, no one even paid any attention to me. Now that I appeared to be a char, half the fair sex 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 sufficiency 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 bunch of charwoman. Half the time I couldn't be completely surely who I was dancing with. A slow turn came on and Susan slow danced with me. I let her lead. I'm not a good enough professional dancer to head.

That number ended and another slow identification number came on and a gorgeous fair sex asked if she could cut in and grabbed me around the waist and danced with me. She snuggled close to me and ran her hand all over my ass while we danced. At the end of the telephone number she gave me a passionate buss and felt up my boobs. I turned to go back to Susan, and another cleaning lady grabbed me.

"Hey honey, terpsichore with me."

"I have to get back to…"

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

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

"O.K., bitch. You've had your fun. Jaime's taken, so go find somebody else."

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

"Okay Charlotte. Go back and run with your ally. We aren't going to consume 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 mesa and got another potable. A fiddling later, I saw Charlotte impart with another woman. Later on the bouncer came over to our table.

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

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

The bouncer looked me over very carefully.

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

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

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

"You pass really 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 affair, 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 violent 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 side by side aurora, I was going to make clean off all the makeup and change to boy apparel. Susan asked me to appease that way and go to the center with her. I felt really weird, but did it. She put me in another outfit and give toe flats. She touched up my makeup and we went out.

At the mall, there was a pass with flying colors salon. Susan dragged me in there for a pedicure. They massaged my foundation, cleaned off the callus, trimmed and shaped my toenails, then painted them. We gave it a piffling fourth dimension to dry, then walked the shopping mall and went clothes shopping. Susan bought me a few more young lady outfits. I had to go in the women's stuffing suite to try on some of the clothes and once I'd done it a few clip, it didn't even matter.

We had to pee, and Susan walked me into the adult female's restroom. I'd been in the womanhood's room finis night at the bar, but it felt dissimilar at the mall. I had to pee though, so I did it, washed my custody and left.

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

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

"train it easygoing and just push aside 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 picayune later. We got back dwelling and Susan suggested we go out again that night, with me still dressed as a woman.

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

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

"Before long you'll be able to do your own composition 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 pass on the godforsaken side."

"I don't have a go at it how much wild I can handle."

We went to another bar, and while it didn't have the gay men and charwoman of the former stead, no one seemed to wish about two woman dancing together. We went dwelling after and had more furious sex.

Monday morning, Susan helped me houseclean off my makeup and took the polish off my fingernails. I wanted her to deal off the toenail culture but she refused.

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

That variety of set the tone for how spirit went for a while. Susan dressed me up as a lady friend for out weekends, and I kept toenail gloss on, just as I did my scanty, butt cud, and gaff. Generally when we went out, Susan would assure any guy who approached us that we were on a girl's night and weren't looking for company. Usually that was enough to drive off almost of them. bouncer took guardianship of the rest. We went back to the gay bar and hung with the lesbian pretty regularly, but not every weekend.

My knocker kept growing until I was a b-cup. I really had to put to work at it to hide them while at work. I started wearing a binder on my chest of drawers while I was there. In some elbow room I began to finger gratis eve and weekends when I could just tire a bra on them.

Frequently when we were out, hombre would ask us to trip the light fantastic toe. Usually Susan would decline, but once in a piece she'd suggest we just dance with the guy for a terpsichore or two, just to make it light to get rid of them. degenerate saltation were great, but particularly at first-class honours degree, I was uncomfortable slack dancing with a guy. I did it to make Susan happy, because she did mass of things to make me happy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's it worth to you to get us celebrate your secret ?"

"I don't really take in much money."

"There's other matter you could do."

Susan decided to jump into the conversation at this point.

"Boys, this is not the space to hash out this. Let's go back to our spot and we can work this out as friends."

Dave and microphone had come out in one car, and Susan and I in another. Since Dave and mike didn't know where we lived, I rode with Dave, giving him 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 attain him mad, but didn't want to promote him either. As it turned out, he didn't need any boost, and neither did Mike. What Dave and mike wanted for their silence was me to suck them off and let them fuck my ass. Now Susan had me suck off her shoulder strap on, and regularly fucked my ass with it, but I'd never done either with a man with a actual dick.

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

"You know, male child, she has genuine boobs - small 1, but kind of dainty. 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.

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

Dave started playing with one booby as mike played with the other one. Having these Guy touch me variety of agitate me, but as they played with them and sucked on them, it began to feel pretty damned good. At one point, I had one mouth on each boob, sucking, licking, and kissing them like they'd never seen pinhead before. I had waves of pleasance ripping through my soundbox as they enjoyed my boobs.

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

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

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

I could smack a little of his precum on his dick, as I slowly took the shaft into my back talk until I almost gagged. I closed my eyes and pretended it was Susan with her strap-on. At least I tried to. The flavor was unlike, the appreciation was dissimilar, and Dave moaned as I pistoned his dick in and out of my mouth. To proceed from choking on it, I put my hand around the infrastructure of his dick and rubbed it as I worked on the rest of it.

Dave's moan and moan became louder and more sponsor until he grabbed my headland and pulled it to him. I almost choked as his gumshoe went down my throat, particularly when he came in a outstanding gush right into my throat.

"deglutition it, bitch."

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

"You're a good trivial pecker mug, girl."

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

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

Dave tugged at my seat plug and I tried to loose the sinew as he eased it out of my ass.

"aspect 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 dick and around my mother fucker. I got down on my hands and knees, like I do for Susan, when she fucks my ass. Dave came up behind me and grabbed my pelvis. I could feel the head of his dick against my arse as he eased forward. It was already stretched a bit from pulling out the stopper, and he slid in somewhat easily. Susan had been fucking my ass, but the pulp and rake prick felt different. He pressed in until I could feel his Lucille Ball slap my ass.

"Damn. Nice to go material trench. Better than I could get with her mouth."

Dave started deadening, building up stop number, shoving his dick deep into my ass with each apoplexy, holding my hips tight to manoeuver 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 have it off he had just cum in my ass. As he came, so did I, squirting my cum onto the bed as he shot his in my ass.

"Isn't that cute. The niggling fille came at the Lapp time."

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

"girl, you ought to work out it clean."

I was appalled, then Susan spoke up.

"I kiss those lips. I'm not kissing shit. You want it clean, go to the bath 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 pass at that ass."

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

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

"goodness nighttime, female child. We'll see you again following week."

"Next calendar week ?"

"gripe. You want us to go on placidity, then you can put out."

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

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

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

The succeeding two Friday night were a instant replay of the 1st one, with Dave and mike getting sucked off then fucking my ass a mates of times. The terrible thing was, I was getting off on it physically, even though I hated it emotionally. After that third calendar week, Susan and I were lying in bed together.

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

"How do we do that ?"

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

"Go to work dressed as a woman ?"

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

"I don't attention for either choice, but I'll go to sour 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 make for dressed as a charwoman. Dave and Mike were puzzled, then angry when Susan told them they could find mortal else to fuck over. I'd been going to bars and social club dressed this way, so it wasn't much different going to run this way. Most of the women seemed happy for me and I had no problem using the women's public toilet.

Everything seemed to get back back down, and Susan and I seemed happy and loving together at home and going out together. As time passed, I found it became difficult for me to get a hard on, or to keep back it long enough to fuck Susan. I was disappointed but we did still experience a sex life sentence. Finally Susan decided to call the issue.

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

"So what do we do ?"

"Change it out. take surgery. exchange from a useless dick to a snatch that we could both use."

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

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

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

"We've been together for awhile now. Do this and after you're healed, we'll get married. And I'd rather be with a adult female with a twat that works, than somebody with a peter that doesn't."

"Married ? After ?"

"After. You got accumulated vacation for the surgical process, and I've got vacation to be capable 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 Dr.. We scheduled it and the two of us went together. Susan held my hired man as I went under, and was holding my helping hand as I woke up. Even with the drugs, it hurt like hell down there. It took two sidereal day before they took out the wadding. After they did, they told me about dilating my new vagina.

I had to start out dilating it four prison term a day to keep it stretched out properly, and it hurt like hell doing it. dilatation is essentially taking a dildo, lubing it and sticking it in my vagina. The tissue paper there had been totally rework and were recovering from that, which is why everything hurt so often. It felt uncanny mentation in terminal figure 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 time during retrieval, comforting me, kissing me, and caring for me. I hated the dilation, but Susan and the doctor told me it was necessary, so I kept at it. It happened slowly 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 ripe for the first clip.

I took it slow and easy - I didn't want to mess anything up. I eased the dilater in and out of my slit, and instead of the painfulness I once felt, I now felt pleasure. I began rocking my hip back and forth as I slowly and gently fucked myself with the dilator, until I leaned back, arched my binding and had a full on orgasm, like naught 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 easy, we could now start to cause some fun.

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

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

looking for back, I know that Susan had this all planned from the beginning. She picked a guy who would be so grateful for her passion and philia that he wouldn't balk at the slow stiff modest changes. By the time the changes became material, I was so far along, it was almost unsufferable 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 daughter, is carrying on as best she can .