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

I tried being one of the Guy, but all the other boys seemed interested in was auto, sports, hunting, sportfishing, triggerman, and making uncivil comments about girls. When I wasn't as macho as some of the former boys, some of them started calling me a faggot, and asking me to suck their dicks. I decided I really didn't need that kind of Irish bull, and I was interested in girls, not boys.

I ended up hanging out more with the little girl, though none of them had any stake in me. At to the lowest degree they were friendly and almost of them were not abusive like the boys were. A few sentence, I had daughter start calling me name calling, but the others girls told them to shut the screw up. I became the ‘ safe boy'the one they could talk to when their boyfriends hurt them. They could cry on my shoulder, hug me, and kiss me on the brass. I was safety, because I knew my billet. I was not going to hit out with them, and I certainly had no fortune of fucking them.

After gamey school, I started community college. My family didn't have much money and I couldn't afford any Sir Thomas More than that, besides I was a pretty fair scholarly person - no literal genius. I hung in long enough to get a two year degree, then my money and interestingness ran out. At to the lowest degree that degree was enough to help me get an office type job. Given my want of heftiness, I sure didn't want to do forcible labor.

I found myself doing customer armed service work - hardly thrilling, but it was honorable work in a nice air conditioned place. Most of my co-workers were women, and a bunch of the men there were gay. I ended up hanging with the women, much like I did in schooling. As long as I wasn't loud, obnoxious, or pushy, which I never was, they were well-chosen for me to hang with them.

I figured my fate was to always be the guy who women see as a friend, but never as a devotee. Then something happened to switch that. Looking back at everything that happened, I wonder if I had it to do over again, knowing what would fall out as a result, what I would do. I honestly don't know. I wanted erotic love and to be wanted and needed, but the damage was more than I'd have been well-situated with.

Susan joined the company and became part of the grouping of women I hung with. Susan was about 24, compared to my 21, with a pretty face, and she carried herself with a sense of ego confidence. She was about my tiptop, but with nice curves, articulatio humeri distance brown haircloth, a grin that could melt centre, along with c-cup breasts.

At initiatory, she seemed much like the others, then slowly things began to change. When she hugged me, the hugs seemed to be longer and somehow more intimate. She seemed to be physically closer to me than any of the former women were. I never wanted to get my promise up only to be disappointed, so I sort of dismissed it and laughed it off.

I'd go out imbibing with the girls and as it went on, Susan and I were often among the last to provide. In my character, I wanted the party. Hanging with the fair sex was far ameliorate than sitting in my bantam studio apartment apartment by myself watching overseas telegram TV, which is what I did all too often.

One Friday evening, it was getting to be eleven or so, and the mathematical group had melted down to me, Susan and one other womanhood. Susan seemed to be talking mostly to me, hanging on me, and laughing at everything I said. After a little bit, the former charwoman stood up, gave a lilliputian one-half jest, and spoke.

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

She turned and walked out of the place, 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 cleaning lady 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 lips. I was surprised, and didn't even lie with how to react. Honestly, I'd never kissed a woman romantically, nor had one osculation me that way. She pulled back slightly and looked at me again.

"Was that dreaded ?'

"No ! It was great."

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

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

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

With that, she lifted her head slightly and opened her lips just a picayune. 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 confection, but you need kissing lessons."

"Where am I going to get kissing lessons. None of the women want to kiss me."

"Aren't I a woman ?"

"Yes. I didn't mean…"

"And didn't I kiss you ?"

"Yes. And it was great."

I felt queasy and looked shamefaced, as she looked at me with a little half smile on her nerve.

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

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

"Provided ?"

"Provided you understand that I am in charge."

"Sure. Absolutlely."

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

"Okay. I'll do it."

"Let's go back to my place. It's a little more buck private and we can let the cat out of the bag about it and get to know each other better."

I'd never had a woman invite me to her topographic point. I'd never had one willing to come to my place - for any reason, even an guiltless one. Here was this gorgeous woman, inviting me to come to her piazza, and hinting we could snog, and maybe even more. At that point I'd have sold my soul for that fortune, and in one horse sense I guess I did.

Her place was close by, a nice little one sleeping room apartment with a well-heeled sofa in the bread and butter room. She invited me to sit down and asked me if I'd like a glass of wine. The grouping had largely been drinking wine that nighttime, 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 potable of the wine, because I was nervous as hell. She took a sip of wine, then set her glass down on the coffee table in front of us, and had me do likewise.

"Different women like different affair, but for the most component part, we don't want you to simply glue your lips to ours and try to shove your tongue down our throats. Be sweeter, shoot it a little slower. Let me demonstrate."

She leaned forward and pulled me airless to her, then first just brushed her lips against mine, then again a bit firmer. She kept at it, from dissimilar angle, with varying firmness, even using her tongue to sweep my lip. I'd never been so agitate in my life, but tried paying aid and doing to her what she was doing to me. Sometimes we'd ringlet mouth laborious and she'd have a agile swipe of her tongue deeper in my mouthpiece. I sat there kissing her, thinking nothing could be better than this. She stopped and leaned back, which disappointed me.

"You're doing well, and learning quickly. You know, we can do even more, but like I said you have to be 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 scrape or contusion, at least null anyone can see. Are we agreed ?"

"Well… I…"

"Yes or no."

"Yes."

"Then unbutton my top."

I couldn't believe she was asking me to unbutton her top, but I was for sure not going to wonder it. I reached out and with shaky fingers began to undo the clit. It was a light blue and came down to her waist, but did not gather in her doll, though it didn't show any midsection. In malice of my fumbling, I got all the push button undone. She leaned forward, with her implements of war back slightly.

"out-of-doors it up, and take it off me."

I opened it extensive and slid it down her shoulders and arms and she turned slightly to let me take it all the way off her. She wore a lacy blanched bra which showed just a mite 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 enough what was coming, but felt sure I'd remember it. After we kissed for a arcminute, she pulled away again and turned her rearwards 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 backbone of the bra slightly away from her cover, then fumbled to unhook the two sides, but managed in spite of my clumsiness. I let go of the two ends of the bra.

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

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

"Go up also."

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

"The shoulder joint, and up into the neck."

My hands aren't that substantial, but I began to work her shoulders and her cervix. I kept at it until my hands began to weary. Finally, she turned toward me and I got my number 1 good expression at her tit. trusted I'd seen exposure of boobs, but this was the world-class time I'd seen any in person with my own eye. I think my backtalk hung undefended from the stupor. She kissed me again.

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

I could see my manus shaking as I reached for her boobs with both hands. She smiled as I put my manus on them and rub my thumbs across the pap. I gently squeezed them and slowly pulled away tugging at the nipples. Susan moaned and closed her eyes as I slowly worked her boobs over, marveling at how fond and soft they felt and how good it felt to trifle with them. The tit were hard and she moaned every time I touched them.

"Kiss them. Kiss the pap. 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 tit of her correctly knocker in my back talk, kissing and sucking on it as I continued to wager with her other titty with my right hand. Susan leaned back on the sofa as I kissed and sucked on her boobs, switching back and Forth from the right wing to left and gage again repeatedly.

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

I was so aegir 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 firm nipples scraping against my chest. I looked in her oculus, and she opened her lips a bit, so I kissed her. As we kissed, I rubbed her back, then snuck a helping hand around to tease apart her leave breast 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 detail I was so far into terra incognita that I wasn't even skittish any more. I reached out undid the push button at the top of her bird, then unzipped it. I let go of the zipper and the chick fell to the level at her feet. She stepped out of her bird and kicked off her brake shoe, so she was now only in her step-in in front of me.

"yield off your pants."

I kicked off my brake shoe, not even bothering to untie them, then undid my knock, unzipped my pants, 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 early for a long time, shifting status, sometimes position by position, sometimes me on top, and sometimes her. At one degree she rolled off me, and stopped me from rolling onto her. She lifted her hips off the bed.

"take off my scanty. Then take off yours."

I pulled her panties down, and as I did she dropped her hips back to the bed and lifted her groundwork 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 make to have me in her, but instead she pulled my head down to her pussy and spread her legs. She was completely shaved down there and her pussy was open in front of me.

I stuck my tongue out and licked her slit from the bum to the top. As I reached the top, her clit peeked out from the sheepfold, just a little bit. I took the little nub between my lips and sucked on it, as she gasped and pushed her cunt into my case. Her kitty sass spread open further and her clit stuck out more. I stuck my tongue into her prick and kissed lap and sucked on her pussy and clit like there was no tomorrow. I felt like if I died that night, my life would have been complete.

She moaned and wrapped her stage around my cervix, pulling me closer and tighter to her. I got my manpower back into the whole affair by grabbing her ass and massaging that as I worked her pussy over. She rocked back and Forth River, then arched her back, grabbing my capitulum in her paw and holding it so blind drunk to her that I could barely catch one's breath. Her juices flowed freely, until she actually squirted in my backtalk and on my face.

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

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

She lifted up on my hips and I lifted them off her. She reached down, grabbed my dick and guided it into her kitty. I was a slight interest, 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. screw me."

I could feel her snatch gripping my dick and it felt like nothing ever before. Okay, I've wanked myself, but it never felt anything like this. I eased it out then back in, moaning as I did it.

"Do it. Faster. Harder."

I pumped away, enjoying it, and feeling that if I never got another chance, it was still more than than worth it. I realized I was about to come, and told her. In the meantime, she'd wrapped her branch around my waistline and as I started to occur, pull out me deep inside her. I collapsed onto her, almost unconscious from the feelings. As I regained my Mary Jane, I looked at her, and kissed her.

"God, I love you Susan."

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

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

I woke up the next morning in bed with my head on her shoulder, with my backtalk near her breast. For just a second, I wondered if last Night and the sunrise had just been part of some fantastical wet dream. Susan woke up and stroked my head teacher. I looked up at her and we kissed.

For days after that, we went back to her place and made erotic love at night. Since we had to go to work virtually dayspring, 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 yoke of weeks, I simply moved in and let my studio apartment apartment go. I contributed to the snag at her place. Slowly the changes began.

"Those tighty whities you wear are horrible. offset, Edward D. White undershorts are so death millenary, and second they've started to plow gray. We need to get you something new and pretty."

"Pretty ?"

"Something to make you look sexy."

"Like what ?"

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

"You mean like… ?"

"That's exactly what I mean."

"I can't wear panties."

"Why not ?"

"What would the other masses in the office think ?"

"You go around showing your underclothing to the early hoi polloi in the office staff ?"

"No, but…"

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

"It doesn't feel right."

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

We went out shopping and she bought me respective pair of pantie, all very feminine. I was concerned about how I'd keep my penis in the panties. It's little, but there isn't a great deal room in the crotch. She took me to a speciality store and bought me a gaff to insert my dick out of the way. The cleaning lady 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 operation. I think my heart 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. Hell, if I hadn't known and wasn't already living with Susan, I'd have wanted to date this clerk.

At any charge per unit, I began wearing the gaff and the panties to lick as well as at place and whenever we went out together. I felt Weird as red cent at first, but after a while, it just began to feel normal. One evening Susan and I were at home and she was shaving around her puss, and using hair removal cream on her legs. After she finished, she had me come over and she began putting depilatory crème on my legs.

"What… what are you doing ?"

"I'm cleaning this nasty hair off your legs. You don't have as practically as most guy rope, but I don't like hair on you any more than I like it on me."

"But…"

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

"If people know…"

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

"No one."

"Then who else will sleep with ? And competitive male swimmers shave all their consistency tomentum. It isn't just fair sex. Besides, you know our deal."

She used the pick on my arms and legs and that poor quantity of dresser tomentum I had. Then she got her razor and shaved my underarms and around my dick and balls. Again, it felt weird at first gear, then I sort of got used to it. Now my smooth body and her smooth body rubbed together and I felt sentiency that had been slightly blocked by the hair.

Meantime our sex life history was still going great guns. We fucked nearly every night, except when she had her time period, and even then we did plenty short of fucking. Before long she decided she wanted to add another twist to our love making. Susan had or got a strap-on and wanted to fuck me in the ass with it.

"You stick a peter in me all the meter. You even stick it in my ass when I'm on my full point. Why is my ass open plot and yours off terminal point ?"

"Isn't that gay ?"

"zip 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 knees on the bed. Susan got behind me with the strap-on.

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

In my nervousness, I think my ass tightened up considerably, but she didn't haste. She lubed a finger and eased it in. Once it was moving easily in my ass, she stuck in a irregular finger. 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 sense frightful, 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 farsighted she had a good round going and I could feel the pseud dick fucking my ass. I just tried to unstrain and let it happen to form Susan well-chosen. I didn't even observe my tool had gotten hard, until I came with her fucking my ass.

She stopped with the hawkshaw in my ass, while I spurted all over the bed. She held onto my pelvis to go on it in there as I almost collapsed from the sexual climax. Finally she let go and let me subside onto the bed as the strap-on eased its way back out of my ass. She rolled me on my position and lay down alongside me.

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

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

After a few weeks, Susan came home plate with what appeared to be a manoeuvre mushroom with a methamphetamine gem on the end. It was a posterior plug and she had two, one pink and one blueing.

"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 present the liaison we have. I'll wear one and you wear the other."

How was I going to fence 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 thing in my ass. I took the blue one and she took the garden pink. She put mine in my ass, and I put hers in her ass.

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

Susan said she had some pills that would avail conquer my physical structure and nervus facialis hair, and she had me set about taking them every day. Sure enough, I noticed I was getting lupus erythematosus tomentum, particularly on my face, and the body hair was hoy and finer. After a few weeks, I noticed my mammilla getting a lot more sensible. The areola seemed to get bombastic as well. I didn't understand and mentioned something to her.

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

Needless to say, , we now had something new to add to our sex fun. Later she told me she'd checked and found that was one of the face essence of the birth control pill that inhibited hair. Only months later did I recognize she'd lied to me. I was taking internal secretion that blocked manly hormones and supplied female person hormones. Before foresighted, I began to grow boobs.

Susan dismissed that, saying good deal of men had man-boobs. It was null unusual. Well, no it wasn't strange for men taking endocrine to conversion to female. Before foresightful I easily had a-cup boobs, and had to outwear besotted tee shirts to keep my boobs hidden at work. Every now and then somebody would afford me a funny feel, but no one at work ever said anything.

One Fri night, we went home before going out.

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

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

"I'll find some things and dress you. read off everything but your panties."

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

"You want me to wear down a bra in public ?"

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

I put the bra on, though Susan had to avail me fix 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.

"trustingness me. When I'm done, no one will even realise you as the Jaime I work with. Besides we're going some billet where the former work phratry don't go."

She put a skirt on me that didn't quite come to my genu. She then sat me down and multicolored my fingernails a bright red. She then plucked my eyebrows slightly to mold them, and made up my face. I sat there in shock as she did this. floor, eyeliner, eye phantasm, lip rouge - if I looked like I was even going to resist, she put her fingerbreadth to my brim to silence me. Finally she pulled a blonde wig out of her W.C. and put it on me.

"We've let your hair get a little thirster, but it isn't quite long enough for this yet. gift it a yoke of month, we'll get there."

Obviously she was saying she planned to do this again, probably more than once. I wanted to cry, but was almost numb. I couldn't find the tears, and besides it would have messed up my constitution and Susan would ingest been mad at me.

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

She put me in a duad of two inch hoagy blackguard.

"You can't handle grievous hound. We'll get there though."

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

Susan dressed and we went to a lodge we'd never been to before. It was way on the other side of townsfolk and almost conceal. We walked in and I didn't recognize a bingle person there, and was very take over. As I looked about, I noticed that most of the guys were dancing with other guy cable, and about of the charwoman danced with early woman. Susan noticed my looking around, smiled, and stroked my head before kissing me.

"Don't worry beloved. Most of the cat here won't have any interest in you - at least as long as they think you're a girl. Just make sure enough if you go to the bathroom, to use the adult female's."

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

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

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

"tinker's damn girl. You better stay fresh a tight hold on Jaime, or I'll bargain 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 charwoman came over and talked to us. I was even more surprised how many flirted with me. As a guy, no one even paid any aid to me. Now that I appeared to be a char, half the cleaning lady in this property seem to want me. I said something to Susan about it.

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

After we'd had a drink or two we got up and danced. We found ourselves in the middle of a cluster of woman. Half the meter I couldn't be completely certain who I was dancing with. A slack number came on and Susan slow danced with me. I let her star. I'm not a good enough social dancer to lead.

That phone number ended and another sluggish issue came on and a gorgeous woman asked if she could cut in and grabbed me around the waist and danced with me. She snuggled close to me and ran her hand all over my ass while we danced. At the end of the bit she gave me a passionate kiss and felt up my boobs. I turned to go back to Susan, and another woman grabbed me.

"Hey honey, dance with me."

"I have to get back to…"

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

This woman was groping me like nobody's business enterprise. My gaff was holding me very tight, otherwise she'd have felt my prick when her hand went down there. It almost felt like I was being sexually assaulted on the dance level. The dance 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, cunt. You've had your fun. Jaime's taken, so go find somebody else."

The womanhood glared at Susan who stood her reason. respective other women and men gathered around. As they were facing off, a distaff bouncer grabbed the former woman's arm.

"Okay Charlotte. Go back and fiddle with your friends. We aren't going to have any fuss 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 drink. A little later, I saw Charlotte go out with another charwoman. Later on the chucker-out came over to our table.

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

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

The chucker-out 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 surgery though."

"You pass actual well, honey."

"Tha… thanks."

"So is she going all the way ?"

"Not for the time being. Still trying to decide her direction. You'll keep that on the downlow though, right ?"

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

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

The next morning, I was going to make clean off all the makeup and change to boy clothes. Susan asked me to stick that way and go to the promenade with her. I felt really Weird, but did it. She put me in another outfit and open toe flats. She touched up my constitution and we went out.

At the center, there was a apprehend salon. Susan dragged me in there for a pedicure. They massaged my fundament, cleaned off the callus, trimmed and shaped my toenails, then painted them. We gave it a little prison term to dry, then walked the shopping mall and went clothes shopping. Susan bought me a few more girl getup. I had to go in the women's dressing rooms to try on some of the clothes and once I'd done it a few times, it didn't even matter.

We had to pee, and Susan walked me into the womanhood's public convenience. I'd been in the women's room last night at the bar, but it felt different at the plaza. I had to pee though, so I did it, washed my hands and left.

As we walked through the center, a couple of young cat tried hitting up on us - both Susan and me, and seemed every bit as interest in me as in Susan. Susan made some cultivated 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, infant. I'd sure love to get my hands on that ass. You bet."

"take in it easily and just dismiss him. He's trying to get a cost 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 dealings a little later. We got back home 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 lowest night, but I think we'll be just fine."

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

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

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

"No, I'm not going to do that. This is just for when you and I go out and take a walk of life on the unfounded side."

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

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

Mon morning, Susan helped me scavenge off my physical composition and took the culture off my fingernails. I wanted her to remove off the toenail polish but she refused.

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

That kind of set the tone for how life went for a while. Susan dressed me up as a female child for out weekends, and I kept toenail polish on, just as I did my panties, butt fire hydrant, and gaff. Generally when we went out, Susan would tell any guy wire who approached us that we were on a girl's night and weren't looking for fellowship. Usually that was enough to drive off most of them. bouncer took care of the residue. We went back to the gay bar and hung with the lesbian pretty regularly, but not every weekend.

My booby kept growing until I was a b-cup. I really had to turn at it to hide them while at piece of work. I started wearing a ligature on my pectus while I was there. In some ways I began to feel barren eve and weekends when I could just weary a bra on them.

Frequently when we were out, guys would ask us to dance. Usually Susan would pass up, but once in a while she'd suggest we just dance with the guy cable for a saltation or two, just to make it easier to get rid of them. profligate dances were great, but particularly at first, I was uncomfortable slow dance with a guy. I did it to make Susan happy, because she did muckle of things to make me happy.

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

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

"damn. That was a pit of a appearance on the dance floor. I almost didn't recognize you, Jaime."

I realized the two guys were Dave and Mike from body of work. I was shocked and scared. No one from work, except Susan, of course, knew I dressed this way at sentence. And I was doing it for Susan, not because I particularly wanted to, even though I was enjoying it. infernal region, as a cleaning lady, I was pop. As a guy, I was no one. Now that was all going to be upset.

"Got a estimable pic of you kissing that guy as he fondled you. The position 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 chance to see the real number you ?"

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

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

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

"What's it worth to you to possess us celebrate your undercover ?"

"I don't really have much money."

"There's other things you could do."

Susan decided to jump into the conversation at this point.

"boy, this is not the place to discuss this. Let's go back to our plaza and we can process 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 focusing, 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 stool him mad, but didn't want to boost him either. As it turned out, he didn't need any boost, and neither did microphone. What Dave and microphone wanted for their quiet was me to absorb them off and let them fuck my ass. Now Susan had me wet-nurse off her strap on, and regularly fucked my ass with it, but I'd never done either with a man with a real dick.

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

"You know, son, she has actual dummy - small one, but kind of prissy. Would you like to see them and touch them ?"

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

"Damn, girlfriend. You been hiding bastard from us."

Dave started playing with one boob as microphone played with the other one. Having these guys touch me form of disturb 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 tit, sucking, licking, and kissing them like they'd never seen boobs before. I had waves of delight ripping through my dead body as they enjoyed my boobs.

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

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

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

I could savor a little of his precum on his dick, as I slowly took the cock into my mouth until I almost gagged. I closed my eyes and pretended it was Susan with her strap-on. At least I tried to. The feeling was dissimilar, the mouthful was dissimilar, and Dave moaned as I pistoned his dick in and out of my mouth. To preserve from choking on it, I put my hired hand around the base of his shaft 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 head teacher and pulled it to him. I almost choked as his gumshoe went down my throat, particularly when he came in a great effusion right into my throat.

"sup it, bitch."

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

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

mike was next, and it went pretty much the same. I hoped after sucking them off that they'd be glad and let it go. But both of them insisted on fucking my ass as well. Dave had recovered first and unzipped my bird and pulled it off. He took my panty off, but my gaff covered my asshole, 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 footling plug there, girl."

Dave tugged at my butt joint plug and I tried to slow down the muscular tissue as he eased it out of my ass.

"look boys. You have to use lubricator. I'm not going to let you ruin her or hurt her. And gently, boys, gently."

Susan produced the lubricant and Dave smeared it on his shaft and around my prick. I got down on my manus and human knee, like I do for Susan, when she fucks my ass. Dave came up behind me and grabbed my hips. I could feel the school principal of his putz against my asshole as he eased forward. It was already stretched a bit from pulling out the fireplug, and he slid in pretty easily. Susan had been fucking my ass, but the flesh and blood dick felt unlike. He pressed in until I could feel his Ball slap my ass.

"Damn. Nice to go real deep. honest than I could get with her mouth."

Dave started dim, building up speed, shoving his cock deep into my ass with each accident, holding my pelvis tight to channelise it. He went faster and faster and I almost forgot it was a guy fucking my ass, until with a groan, he pulled my hips tight against him with his pecker as far in me as he could get it. I felt it throbbing and knew he had just cum in my ass. As he came, so did I, squirting my cum onto the bed as he shot his in my ass.

"Isn't that cute. The little girl came at the same time."

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

"Girl, you ought to lick it clean."

I was appalled, then Susan spoke up.

"I kiss those brim. I'm not kissing cocksucker. You want it clean, go to the john 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 liberty chit at that ass."

"Whatever. She's not sucking your peter 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 apparel back on.

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

"Next week ?"

"kick. You want us to go along placidity, then you can put out."

They left and Susan locked the doorway behind them. She came over and sat next to me on the bed and held me in her implements of war. She rocked me back and Forth River for a patch, until I relaxed, then gently and sweetly made beloved to me. No more ass action that dark. My ass had already had a workout. But she stroked my torso, caressed my dope, then took my little dick up into her pussy and I fucked her, before we curled up together and went to sleep.

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

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

The following two Friday Nox were a rematch of the first off one, with Dave and Mike getting sucked off then fucking my ass a span of clip. The terrible matter was, I was getting off on it physically, even though I hated it emotionally. After that third calendar week, Susan and I were lying in bed together.

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

"How do we do that ?"

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

"Go to bring dressed as a womanhood ?"

"What's spoilt, fucking the two of them every week, or dressing as a fair sex at work ?"

"I don't care for either choice, but I'll go to go as a woman, if it means I don't have to know them again."

"That's my girl."

We talked to HR on Monday, and starting Tuesday, I came to work dressed as a woman. Dave and mike were puzzled, then angry when Susan told them they could get hold someone else to fuck over. I'd been going to bars and nightclub dressed this way, so it wasn't lots different going to lick this way. about of the women seemed happy for me and I had no problem using the women's wash room.

Everything seemed to locate back down, and Susan and I seemed happy and loving together at rest home and going out together. As clip passed, I found it became difficult for me to get a intemperately on, or to observe it long enough to jazz Susan. I was disappointed but we did still have a sex life-time. 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 operation. Switch from a useless peter to a pussy that we could both use."

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

"Why not ? You dress as a cleaning woman. You live as a char. You can't pull in dearest like a man anymore. Get a pussy that we can both enjoy."

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

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

"Married ? After ?"

"After. You got accumulated vacation for the operating room, and I've got vacation to be able to take care of you while you're recovering. And I swear, I'll never ask you for anything more that you're uncomfortable with."

Of course, she had already been checking out Doctor of the Church. We scheduled it and the two of us went together. Susan held my mitt as I went under, and was holding my mitt as I woke up. Even with the drugs, it hurt like hell down there. It took two days before they took out the packing material. After they did, they told me about dilating my new vagina.

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

Susan was with me most of the sentence during recuperation, comforting me, kissing me, and caring for me. I hated the dilation, but Susan and the medico told me it was essential, so I kept at it. It happened slowly enough that I didn't placard it but slowly, it quit hurting as I dilated. What shocked me was the day I stuck my dilator in and it felt just for the foremost meter.

I took it slow and well-off - I didn't want to mess anything up. I eased the dilator in and out of my slit, and instead of the pain I once felt, I now felt pleasure. I began rocking my hips back and Forth River as I slowly and gently fucked myself with the dilater, until I leaned back, arched my vertebral column and had a to the full on sexual climax, like zero I'd ever felt before.

Susan was out running errands when all that happened, but I told her when she returned. She kissed me very sweetly and told me that while we still needed to take it well-off, we could now start to stimulate some fun.

We both returned to put to work shortly after that. I still had to study it slowly and walked for exercise and to stretch out all those affair out. At work, some of the cleaning woman hugged and kissed me. Yeah, there were a few who were cold, but that always happens.

We made plans for a lowly wedding and Susan and I went out shopping for wedding dresses. I wore a lacy Edward D. White dress, which came down just below the stifle, while Susan wore a silky blank dress. I remember looking in the mirror at how I looked, which was terrific, 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 at back, I know that Susan had this all planned from the beginning. She picked a guy who would be so thankful for her love and affection that he wouldn't balk at the slow unwavering small changes. By the clip the alteration 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 dead. Jaime, the lady friend, is carrying on as right she can .