My name is Jaime, and this is my taradiddle. I was always slight of build, with delicate feature of speech. I seemed to top out at about 5'4"and 130 pounds with a expression that looked like it could be either a boy or a girl. When puberty hit, I didn't get the body hair that nigh of the other son got. I desperately hoped for a beard, but could never get more than a few roam hairs or patches of hairsbreadth, generally pretty unsightly. Though long fuzz was kind of stylish, I kept mine myopic. Too many people thought I was a miss as it was.

I tried being one of the guys, but all the other boys seemed interested in was railroad car, sports, hunting, sportfishing, guns, and making rude comments about girls. When I wasn't as macho as some of the early boy, some of them started calling me a faggot, and asking me to suck their dicks. I decided I really didn't need that kind of shit, and I was matter to in female child, not boys.

I ended up hanging out more with the girls, though none of them had any interestingness in me. At least they were friendly and well-nigh of them were not opprobrious like the boys were. A few times, I had fille start calling me names, but the others girls told them to shut the fuck up. I became the ‘ safe boy'the one they could babble out to when their boyfriends hurt them. They could cry on my shoulder, hug me, and buss me on the buttock. I was dependable, because I knew my spot. I was not going to make out with them, and I certainly had no chance of fucking them.

After richly school, I started residential district college. My syndicate didn't have much money and I couldn't afford any more than that, besides I was a pretty average scholarly person - no very genius. I hung in long enough to get a two twelvemonth degree, then my money and involvement ran out. At least that degree was enough to avail me get an office type job. Given my want of heftiness, I sure didn't want to do physical labor.

I found myself doing customer service work - hardly thrilling, but it was honest oeuvre in a nice air conditioned office. about of my workfellow were cleaning woman, and a crowd of the men there were gay. I ended up hanging with the women, much like I did in school. As long as I wasn't loud, obnoxious, or pushy, which I never was, they were happy for me to hang with them.

I figured my fate was to always be the guy who women see as a friend, but never as a buff. Then something happened to change that. Looking back at everything that happened, I wonder if I had it to do over again, knowing what would bechance as a effect, what I would do. I honestly don't know. I wanted love life and to be wanted and needed, but the price was Sir Thomas More than I'd have been well-heeled with.

Susan joined the company and became division of the group 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 self confidence. She was about my superlative, but with nice curves, shoulder duration brown hair, a grin that could unfreeze hearts, along with c-cup breasts.

At first, she seemed much like the others, then slowly affair began to change. When she hugged me, the clinch seemed to be longer and somehow more knowledgeable. She seemed to be physically nigher to me than any of the other adult female were. I never wanted to get my hope up only to be disappointed, so I kind of dismissed it and laughed it off.

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

One Fri 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 footling bit, the other cleaning lady stood up, gave a piddling half laugh, and spoke.

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

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

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

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

Susan looked at me, then smiled, and leaned forward and kissed me on the sassing. I was surprised, and didn't even fuck how to react. Honestly, I'd never kissed a charwoman romantically, nor had one kiss me that way. She pulled back slightly and looked at me again.

"Was that terrible ?'

"No ! It was great."

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

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

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

With that, she lifted her head slightly and opened her rim just a little. I sat for a secondment, 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 sugariness, but you need kissing lessons."

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

"Aren't I a charwoman ?"

"Yes. I didn't mean…"

"And didn't I kiss you ?"

"Yes. And it was great."

I felt anxious and looked sheepish, as she looked at me with a short one-half grin on her typeface.

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

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

"Provided ?"

"Provided you understand that I am in charge."

"Sure. Absolutlely."

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

"O.K.. I'll do it."

"Let's go back to my blank space. It's a little more individual and we can let the cat out of the bag about it and get to bed each other better."

I'd never had a charwoman call for me to her place. I'd never had one leave to fall to my blank space - for any reason, even an innocent one. Here was this gorgeous woman, inviting me to come to her place, and hinting we could kiss, and maybe even more. At that spot I'd have sold my mortal for that prospect, and in one good sense I guess I did.

Her place was close by, a nice fiddling one bedroom apartment with a comfortable sofa in the aliveness room. She invited me to sit down and asked me if I'd like a glass of wine. The radical had largely been drinking wine that Night, and I'd been drinking it as well, so I accepted. Susan poured glasses of wine-colored 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 vino, then set her glass down on the coffee table in front of us, and had me do likewise.

"Different women like dissimilar things, but for the nigh function, we don't want you to simply glue your rim to ours and try to shove your natural language down our pharynx. Be sweeter, take it a slight slower. Let me demonstrate."

She leaned forward and pulled me closer to her, then first just brushed her back talk against mine, then again a bit firmer. She kept at it, from unlike angle, with varying firmness, even using her natural language to sweep my mouth. I'd never been so aroused in my life story, but tried paying attention and doing to her what she was doing to me. Sometimes we'd ignition lock brim hard and she'd have a promptly swipe of her tongue deeper in my mouth. I sat there kissing her, thinking nothing could be better than this. She stopped and leaned back, which disappointed me.

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

"I will, you bet I will."

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

"Kinky ? How kinky ?"

"We won't leave scars or bruises, at least aught anyone can see. Are we agreed ?"

"Well… I…"

"Yes or no."

"Yes."

"Then unbutton my top."

I couldn't believe she was asking me to unbutton her top, but I was sure not going to question it. I reached out and with shaky finger's breadth began to undo the push button. It was a luminance blue sky and came down to her waistline, but did not tuck in her chick, though it didn't appearance any midriff. In spite of my fumbling, I got all the buttons undone. She leaned forward, with her arms back slightly.

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

I opened it wide of the mark and slid it down her shoulder and arms and she turned slightly to let me take it all the way off her. She wore a lacy Caucasian bra which showed just a hint of her areola, though not the nipples themselves. After I had it off, she took it from me and laid it neatly across the arm of the sofa, then leaned forward and kissed me again. I kissed her back eagerly and was not for sure what was coming, but felt sure I'd remember it. After we kissed for a minute, she pulled away again and turned her backrest toward me.

"Can you unhook my bra ?"

If I was trembling before, just ideate 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 position, but managed in bitchiness of my clumsiness. I let go of the two remainder of the bra.

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

I rubbed across her back where the independent 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 River as I rubbed her and the shoulder straps slipped off her shoulders and the bra dropped off her.

"The shoulder, and up into the neck."

My hands aren't that strong, but I began to massage her shoulders and her neck. I kept at it until my hands began to tire. Finally, she turned toward me and I got my first good look at her breasts. trusted I'd seen photograph of knocker, but this was the first time I'd seen any in soul with my own eyes. I think my mouth hung open from the jolt. She kissed me again.

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

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

"buss them. Kiss the nipples. suction on them."

If this is what she meant by doing what she tells me, I felt I couldn't ever argue with her. I leaned forward, taking the nipple of her right breast in my back talk, kissing and sucking on it as I continued to spiel with her former breast with my right hand. Susan leaned back on the sofa as I kissed and sucked on her boobs, switching back and Forth River from the right to get out and second again repeatedly.

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

I was so eager to do that, I actually ripped a release loose in my craze. I had a tee shirt under my shirt and pulled it off as well. Then I pulled her to me feeling her house nipples scraping against my chest. I looked in her center, 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 knocker or what I could get at of it.

"Stand up."

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

"Unzip my skirt."

At this peak I was so far into terra incognita that I wasn't even nervous any more. I reached out undid the button at the top of her skirt, then unzipped it. I let go of the zipper and the annulus fell to the storey at her foundation. She stepped out of her skirt and kicked off her horseshoe, so she was now only in her panty in front of me.

"return off your pants."

I kicked off my shoes, not even bothering to untie them, then unwrap my belt, unzipped my pants, let them flow to my base 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 time, shifting situation, sometimes incline 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.

"issue off my panties. Then adopt off yours."

I pulled her panty down, and as I did she dropped her hips back to the bed and lifted her feet so I could extract them all the way off. I flung them across the elbow room, then took off my undershorts. I thought maybe she was ready to have got me in her, but instead she pulled my top dog down to her kitty and spread her branch. She was completely shaved down there and her pussy was open in front end of me.

I stuck my tongue out and licked her pussy from the bottom to the top. As I reached the top, her clit peeked out from the folds, just a little bit. I took the little nub between my rim and sucked on it, as she gasped and pushed her twat into my grimace. Her pussy sassing spread subject further and her clit stuck out more. I stuck my tongue into her slit and kissed clobber and sucked on her snatch and clit like there was no tomorrow. I felt like if I died that night, my liveliness would take been complete.

She moaned and wrapped her leg around my neck, pulling me snug and tighter to her. I got my hands back into the whole affair by grabbing her ass and massaging that as I worked her puss over. She rocked back and Forth River, then arched her back, grabbing my principal in her paw and holding it so tight to her that I could barely breathe. Her juice flowed freely, until she actually squirted in my back talk and on my face.

After she settled back down again, she let my head go and no longer held my neck opening tight with her legs. 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 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 dick and guided it into her pussycat. I was a little concerned, because my pecker 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. screwing me."

I could sense her pussy gripping my dick and it felt like nothing ever before. O.K., 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 lag, she'd wrapped her legs around my waist and as I started to come, displume me deep inside her. I collapsed onto her, almost unconscious mind 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 upright 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 long clock time to come."

I woke up the adjacent morning in bed with my head on her shoulder, with my mouthpiece near her breast. For just a 2d, I wondered if utmost night and the morning had just been part of some wondrous wet aspiration. Susan woke up and stroked my head. I looked up at her and we kissed.

For sidereal day after that, we went back to her place and made dear at night. Since we had to go to work about sunrise, she told me I could bring some of my dress over for when I stayed the night, which now seemed to be every Night. After a brace of weeks, I simply moved in and let my studio apartment go. I contributed to the snag at her place. Slowly the changes began.

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

"Pretty ?"

"Something to crap you look sexy."

"Like what ?"

"I want you to wear some gracious panties."

"You mean like… ?"

"That's exactly what I mean."

"I can't wear panties."

"Why not ?"

"What would the other mass in the billet think ?"

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

"No, but…"

"Then how would they ever have intercourse ? If you're worry, pee in a stand, just don't drop pants and panties all the way to the floor and no one will ever be able to tell."

"It doesn't feel right."

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

We went out shopping and she bought me various yoke of panties, all very feminine. I was concerned about how I'd keep back my penis in the panties. It's small, but there isn't much elbow room in the genital organ. She took me to a strong suit store and bought me a gaff to tuck my dick out of the way. The adult female there explained in detail how to use it. I was embarrassed, but listened.

I asked the clerk how she knew so a good deal 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 face, 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 appointment this clerk.

At any rate, I began wearing the gaff and the panties to work as well as at habitation and whenever we went out together. I felt weird as shit at first, but after a while, it just began to feel normal. One evening Susan and I were at base and she was shaving around her kitty, and using hair's-breadth remotion pick on her leg. After she finished, she had me make out over and she began putting depilatory crème on my legs.

"What… what are you doing ?"

"I'm cleaning this nasty hair off your ramification. You don't have as much as most guy, but I don't like hair on you any Sir Thomas More than I like it on me."

"But…"

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

"If people know…"

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

"No one."

"Then who else will know ? And free-enterprise male swimmers shave all their body hairsbreadth. It isn't just cleaning woman. Besides, you know our deal."

She used the ointment on my arms and legs and that pitiable measure of chest of drawers hair I had. Then she got her razor and shaved my underarms and around my putz and balls. Again, it felt weird at first, then I kind of got used to it. Now my smooth eubstance and her smooth soundbox rubbed together and I felt whiz that had been slightly blocked by the hair.

meanwhile our sex biography was still going gravid heavy weapon. We fucked nearly every Night, except when she had her period of time, and even then we did muckle short of fucking. Before long she decided she wanted to add another tress to our lovemaking fashioning. Susan had or got a strap-on and wanted to make out me in the ass with it.

"You stick a dick in me all the clip. You even stick it in my ass when I'm on my period. Why is my ass open game and yours off limits ?"

"Isn't that gay ?"

"goose egg 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 hired man and stifle on the bed. Susan got behind me with the strap-on.

"facial expression, I'll use plenty of lubricator on it so it's more well-off 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 fiddling tougher, but slowly I relaxed and it moved okay. She pulled her finger's breadth out and began to ease the strap-on into my ass. I thought it would feel horrible, but in fact, it wasn't that bad.

She slowly eased the thing all the way in, then eased it nearly out before sliding back in again. Before long she had a good rhythm going and I could palpate the fake dick fucking my ass. I just tried to relax and let it come about to make Susan glad. I didn't even notice my putz had gotten hard, until I came with her fucking my ass.

She stopped with the dick in my ass, while I spurted all over the bed. She held onto my rose hip to prevent 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 face and lay down alongside me.

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

We began adding that to our fixture piece of ass turn, and before long, when the strap-on was sporting, she even had me sucking on it. I mean, I was still repelled at the thinking of sucking or being fucked by a genuine pecker, but I kind of got used to this.

After a few workweek, Susan came house with what appeared to be a pointed mushroom cloud with a glass jewel on the end. It was a fag plug and she had two, one pink and one blue.

"You're mine and I'm yours. We don't have rings because we aren't married, but this is a way for us to show the contact 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 panty and shaving, how would anyone beside us ever know. Besides which at this decimal point I was getting used to having her beat things in my ass. I took the blue one and she took the pink. She put mine in my ass, and I put hers in her ass.

Every clock time Susan asked me to do something weird like this, our fucking would be particularly intense and long lasting. She became a real sex machine in bed for Clarence Day afterwards.

Susan said she had some oral contraceptive pill that would help curb my torso and facial whisker, and she had me start taking them every day. certain enough, I noticed I was getting less hair, particularly on my face, and the trunk hair's-breadth was lighter and finer. After a few weeks, I noticed my nipples getting a lot more sensitive. The areola seemed to get larger as well. I didn't understand and mentioned something to her.

When I took off my shirt, she ran her hands over my tit and I felt almost electric shock of pleasure. I know that doesn't make sense, but that's the entirely way I can describe it. She stroked my tit as I just lay back and was astounded by the sensations. 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 cleaning lady touch and suck my mammilla could find so unspoilt. I didn't come like spurting, but I felt rolling wave of pleasure going through my body.

acerate leaf to say, , we now had something new to add to our sex manoeuvre. Later she told me she'd checked and found that was one of the face effects of the pills that inhibited hair. Only calendar month later did I realize she'd lied to me. I was taking hormones that blocked manly hormones and supplied distaff hormones. Before long, I began to acquire boobs.

Susan dismissed that, saying heap of men had man-boobs. It was nothing strange. well, no it wasn't strange for men taking hormone to transition to female. Before hanker I easily had a-cup pinhead, and had to fag out tight tee shirts to maintain my bosom hidden at work. Every now and then someone would give me a amusing look, but no one at work ever said anything.

One Friday nighttime, we went home before going out.

"Jaime, dearest. I was you to clothe up extra special for me this night. We aren't going out with the usual grouping. It'll just be you and me some place different."

"okeh. What do you want me to wear ?"

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

I undressed, with my short breast kind of dangling, which embarrassed me. As she walked by, she stopped and kissed each boob in turning. She produced a bra which would not carry her boobs, but was the correctly size for mine.

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

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

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

"Trust me. When I'm done, no one will even recognize you as the Jaime I work with. Besides we're going some place where the early study sept don't go."

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

"We've let your hair get a niggling longer, but it isn't quite long enough for this yet. contribute it a couple of months, we'll get there."

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

"Jaime is not only my especial boy, you're also my extra girl. I do have it away you so, and you know you'll get your reward later."

She put me in a pair of two column inch wedge heels.

"You can't grip grievous heels. We'll get there though."

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

Susan dressed and we went to a club we'd never been to before. It was way on the former side of meat of townsfolk and almost hidden. We walked in and I didn't discern a 1 person there, and was very assuage. As I looked about, I noticed that most of the bozo were dancing with other guys, and almost of the women danced with early adult female. Susan noticed my looking around, smiled, and stroked my head before kissing me.

"Don't trouble dearest. Most of the guy here won't have any interest in you - at least as long as they think you're a young lady. Just construct for certain if you go to the bath, to use the cleaning woman's."

I hadn't even thought that far ahead, but realized I sure didn't want to take the air in a men's room dressed like this. We found a table and got some drinking. We sipped our drinkable, and with a slight alcohol, I was starting to decompress. A very masculine looking woman came over to our table.

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

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

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

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

"I… Susan and I live together."

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

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

"You're impertinent center. They've never seen you before or sleep with you and you're cute enough to captivate their attention."

After we'd had a drink or two we got up and danced. We found ourselves in the heart of a crowd of cleaning woman. Half the time I couldn't be completely sure who I was dancing with. A retard identification number came on and Susan slow danced with me. I let her lead. I'm not a well enough dancer to lead.

That number ended and another slow turn came on and a gorgeous womanhood 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 number 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, dance with me."

This cleaning lady was groping me like nonentity's business. My gaff was holding me very tight, otherwise she'd have felt my putz when her hired man went down there. It almost felt like I was being sexually assaulted on the dance flooring. 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, bitch. You've had your fun. Jaime's taken, so go retrieve someone else."

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

"okey charlotte. Go back and take on with your friends. We aren't going to have any trouble here now, are we ?"

Charlotte glared at the chucker-out, then at Susan, and stomped off away from us. Susan and I went back to our table and got another drink. A minuscule later, I saw Charlotte pull up stakes with another woman. Later on the bouncer came over to our table.

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

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

The bouncer looked me over very carefully.

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

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

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

"You pass real well, honey."

"Tha… thanks."

"So is she going all the way ?"

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

"Sure matter, Suze. Don't want to run off this pretty peeress. 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 baseless sex we'd had in workweek. After we were both exhausted from fucking, I asked what the bouncer had meant. Susan told me not to occupy about it for now.

The next cockcrow, I was going to clean off all the war paint and change to boy apparel. Susan asked me to stay that way and go to the mall with her. I felt really eldritch, but did it. She put me in another rig and open toe flatcar. She touched up my makeup and we went out.

At the mall, there was a nail salon. Susan dragged me in there for a pedicure. They massaged my feet, cleaned off the callus, trimmed and shaped my toenails, then painted them. We gave it a little clip to dry, then walked the promenade and went clothes shopping. Susan bought me a few more girl rig. I had to go in the women's fertilisation rooms 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 women's toilet facility. I'd been in the women's room survive dark at the bar, but it felt different at the mall. I had to pee though, so I did it, washed my hands and left.

As we walked through the mall, a couple of young guys tried hitting up on us - both Susan and me, and seemed every bit as interested in me as in Susan. Susan made some civil 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, babe. I'd sure making love to get my hands on that ass. You bet."

"admit it easy and just dismiss him. He's trying to get a wage increase out of you."

We got in our car and drove off, and I'd swear I thought I saw that guy pass us in traffic a little later. We got back dwelling house and Susan suggested we go out again that dark, with me still dressed as a char.

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

"Before long you'll be able to do your own war paint just fine."

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

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

"I don't jazz 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 blank space, no one seemed to handle about two women dancing together. We went home after and had to a greater extent wild sex.

Monday morning, Susan helped me clean off my composition and took the polish off my fingernails. I wanted her to take off the toenail polish but she refused.

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

That kind of set the smell for how life history went for a while. Susan dressed me up as a girl for out weekends, and I kept toenail polish on, just as I did my panties, butt joint plug, and gaff. Generally when we went out, Susan would tell any guys who approached us that we were on a daughter's dark and weren't looking for company. Usually that was enough to push back off virtually of them. Bouncers took tending of the relaxation. We went back to the gay bar and hung with the gay woman pretty regularly, but not every weekend.

My dummy kept growing until I was a b-cup. I really had to work at it to hide them while at work. I started wearing a binder on my dresser while I was there. In some path I began to feel gratuitous evenings and weekends when I could just wear a bra on them.

Frequently when we were out, guys would ask us to trip the light fantastic. Usually Susan would turn down, but once in a while she'd suggest we just dancing with the Guy for a dance or two, just to hold it easier to get rid of them. quick dances were bang-up, but particularly at first, I was uncomfortable dense dancing with a guy. I did it to wee-wee Susan happy, because she did plenty of thing to make me happy.

One night 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 angry guys 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 board where Susan stood with two other bozo. I'd had a bit to drink and was still reeling from the assault on the dance storey. As I walked up, one of them turned to me.

"shit. That was a hell of a show on the dance level. I almost didn't recognize you, Jaime."

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

"Got a dear pic of you kissing that guy as he fondled you. The office should sleep together that."

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

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

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

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

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

"What's it worth to you to make us keep your mystical ?"

"I don't really have much money."

"There's other things you could do."

Susan decided to jump out into the conversation at this point.

"male child, this is not the place to discourse this. Let's go back to our lieu and we can work this out as friends."

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

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

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

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

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

Dave started playing with one tit as Mike played with the early one. Having these guys touch me sort of disturbed me, but as they played with them and sucked on them, it began to feel pretty damned good. At one point, I had one sassing on each titty, sucking, licking, and kissing them like they'd never seen dope before. I had waves of delight ripping through my consistency as they enjoyed my bosom.

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

Dave stood up, unzipped his knickers, and pulled out his prick. I looked at him, and his human face was consumed with lustfulness. Mike was nearby and touching his groin. Susan grimaced, but nodded. I edged forward and took the psyche of his prick in my mouth. Dave moaned.

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

I could taste a fiddling of his precum on his gumshoe, as I slowly took the irradiation into my mouth until I almost gagged. I closed my optic and pretended it was Susan with her strap-on. At least I tried to. The feel was dissimilar, the gustatory modality was different, and Dave moaned as I pistoned his dick in and out of my mouth. To prevent from choking on it, I put my paw around the base of his pecker and rubbed it as I worked on the rest of it.

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

"Swallow it, bitch."

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

"You're a good piddling dick lollipop, girl."

Mike was side by side, and it went pretty much 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 doll and pulled it off. He took my pantie off, but my gaff covered my motherfucker, so he pulled that off too. My tiny peter popped loose.

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

Dave tugged at my tail plug and I tried to unbend the muscle as he eased it out of my ass.

"Look boys. You have to use lubricant. I'm not going to let you ruin her or wound her. And gently, boys, gently."

Susan produced the lube and Dave smeared it on his dick and around my mother fucker. I got down on my work force and knee, like I do for Susan, when she fucks my ass. Dave came up behind me and grabbed my hips. I could feel the head of his hawkshaw against my SOB 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 rakehell cock felt unlike. He pressed in until I could feel his bollock slap my ass.

"red cent. Nice to go material deep. undecomposed than I could get with her mouth."

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

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

"girl, you ought to lick it clean."

I was appalled, then Susan spoke up.

"I kiss those back talk. I'm not kissing bull. You want it scavenge, 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 putz after it's been in her ass."

Mike fucked my ass, then Dave fucked me again, then mike once more. Finally they seemed satisfied. I variety of curled up in a testis naked, sitting up on the bed. Dave and mike put their wearing apparel back on.

"goodness night, little girl. We'll see you again next week."

"Next week ?"

"cunt. You want us to keep quiet, then you can put out."

They left and Susan locked the room access behind them. She came over and sat next to me on the bed and held me in her arms. She rocked me back and forth for a patch, until I relaxed, then gently and sweetly made love to me. No more ass activity that night. My ass had already had a workout. But she stroked my torso, caressed my boobs, then took my fiddling putz up into her pussy and I fucked her, before we curled up together and went to sleep.

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

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

The next two Friday nights were a action replay of the kickoff one, with Dave and Mike getting sucked off then fucking my ass a dyad of meter. The terrible thing was, I was getting off on it physically, even though I hated it emotionally. After that thirdly 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 char. We tell HR that you are transitioning to a adult female and will be dressing that way at piece of work. You dress as a fair sex at work, and they don't have anything over you anymore."

"Go to puzzle out dressed as a woman ?"

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

"I don't guardianship for either choice, but I'll go to ferment as a woman, if it means I don't have to fuck 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 furious when Susan told them they could find someone else to fuck over. I'd been going to Browning automatic rifle and clubs dressed this way, so it wasn't much unlike going to figure out this way. about of the women seemed happy for me and I had no problems using the womanhood's restroom.

Everything seemed to settle back down, and Susan and I seemed happy and loving together at dwelling and going out together. As time passed, I found it became difficult for me to get a hard on, or to prevent it long enough to have intercourse Susan. I was disappointed but we did still receive a sex life story. Finally Susan decided to address the issue.

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

"So what do we do ?"

"change it out. cause surgical procedure. Switch from a useless cock to a kitty-cat that we could both use."

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

"Why not ? You dress as a charwoman. You live as a fair sex. You can't make passion like a man anymore. Get a twat 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 someone with a dick that doesn't."

"Married ? After ?"

"After. You got pile up holiday for the surgery, and I've got vacation to be able to take attention of you while you're recovering. And I swear, I'll never ask you for anything More that you're uncomfortable with."

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

I had to get out dilating it four clock time a day to restrain it stretched out properly, and it hurt like hell doing it. Dilation is essentially taking a dildo, lubing it and sticking it in my vagina. The tissue paper there had been totally reworked and were recovering from that, which is why everything hurt so much. It felt weird thinking in terms of having a vagina. No, my dick had been largely non-functional, but it was still a dick.

Susan was with me almost of the prison term during recovery, comforting me, kissing me, and caring for me. I hated the dilation, but Susan and the MD 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 good for the first base time.

I took it slow and well-situated - I didn't want to mess up anything up. I eased the dilator in and out of my slit, and instead of the hurting I once felt, I now felt pleasure. I began rocking my pelvic girdle back and forth as I slowly and gently fucked myself with the dilator, until I leaned back, arched my rear and had a wide-cut on climax, like nothing I'd ever felt before.

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

We both returned to work shortly after that. I still had to pick out it loose and walked for workout and to elongate all those things out. At oeuvre, some of the adult female hugged and kissed me. Yeah, there were a few who were moth-eaten, but that always happens.

We made design for a minor marriage and Susan and I went out shopping for wedding dresses. I wore a lacy white dress, which came down just below the knees, while Susan wore a slick white dress. I remember looking in the mirror at how I looked, which was tremendous, but then thinking back to the nerdy guy I'd once been. I'd gained something, but I shed a tear over what I'd lost on the way.

Looking back, I know that Susan had this all planned from the beginning. She picked a guy who would be so grateful for her love and affection that he wouldn't hindrance at the retard steady pocket-size variety. By the clock time the changes became fabric, I was so far along, it was almost insufferable 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 female child, is carrying on as best she can .