My name is Jaime, and this is my level. I was always slight of chassis, with soft lineament. I seemed to top out at about 5'4"and 130 British pound sterling with a expression that looked like it could be either a boy or a young woman. When puberty hit, I didn't get the consistence haircloth that virtually of the early boys got. I desperately hoped for a whiskers, but could never get Sir Thomas More than a few err fuzz or patches of hair, generally pretty unsightly. Though tenacious whisker was sort of stylish, I kept mine short. Too many people thought I was a little girl as it was.

I tried being one of the guy rope, but all the other boys seemed matter to in was automobile, sports, hunting, sportfishing, hired gun, and making rude comments about girls. When I wasn't as macho as some of the other boys, some of them started calling me a poof, and asking me to suck their prick. I decided I really didn't need that kind of shit, and I was interest in missy, not boys.

I ended up hanging out more with the girls, though none of them had any involvement in me. At least they were friendly and about of them were not scurrilous like the boy were. A few sentence, I had fille start calling me names, but the others girls told them to shut the shag up. I became the ‘ safe boy'the one they could talk to when their fellow hurt them. They could cry on my shoulder joint, hug me, and buss me on the cheek. I was safe, because I knew my home. I was not going to make believe out with them, and I certainly had no hazard of fucking them.

After high school, I started community college. My family didn't have much money and I couldn't afford any more than that, besides I was a middling average educatee - no tangible genius. I hung in long enough to get a two year academic degree, then my money and interest ran out. At to the lowest degree that grade was enough to help me get an office type job. Given my want of muscleman, I sure didn't deprivation to do physical labor.

I found myself doing customer serving employment - hardly thrilling, but it was reliable work in a nice air conditioned office. about of my colleague were women, and a caboodle of the men there were gay. I ended up hanging with the women, practically like I did in school day. As long as I wasn't loud, obnoxious, or pushy, which I never was, they were happy for me to cling with them.

I figured my fate was to always be the guy who women see as a friend, but never as a lover. Then something happened to change that. Looking back at everything that happened, I wonder if I had it to do over again, knowing what would go on as a answer, what I would do. I honestly don't know. I wanted sexual love and to be wanted and needed, but the price was more than I'd have been comfortable with.

Susan joined the society and became part of the radical of women I hung with. Susan was about 24, compared to my 21, with a pretty face, and she carried herself with a mother wit of self confidence. She was about my height, but with nice curvature, shoulder length Robert Brown hair, a grinning that could melt hearts, along with c-cup breast.

At first, she seemed much like the others, then slowly thing began to shift. When she hugged me, the hugs seemed to be thirster and somehow more sexual. She seemed to be physically closer to me than any of the other women were. I never wanted to get my promise up only to be disappointed, so I kind of dismissed it and laughed it off.

I'd go out drink with the girl and as it went on, Susan and I were often among the finale to leave. In my case, I wanted the fellowship. Hanging with the women was far practiced than sitting in my tiny studio apartment by myself watching cable TV, which is what I did all too often.

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

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

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

"Lady ? 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 fille ’."

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

"Was that terrible ?'

"No ! It was great."

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

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

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

With that, she lifted her top dog slightly and opened her sassing just a short. 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 sugariness, but you need kissing lessons."

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

"Aren't I a woman ?"

"Yes. I didn't mean…"

"And didn't I kiss you ?"

"Yes. And it was great."

I felt anxious and looked shamefaced, as she looked at me with a minuscule half smile on her face.

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

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

"Provided ?"

"Provided you understand that I am in charge."

"Sure. Absolutlely."

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

"Okay. I'll do it."

"Let's go back to my place. It's a little more private and we can talk about it and get to have it off each other better."

I'd never had a woman invite me to her place. I'd never had one unforced to come to my station - for any reason, even an innocent one. Here was this gorgeous woman, inviting me to descend to her space, and hinting we could snog, and maybe even more. At that spot I'd have sold my psyche for that chance, and in one sense I guess I did.

Her shoes was nigh by, a nice little one bedroom apartment with a comfortable sofa in the life way. She invited me to sit down and asked me if I'd like a crank of wine. The group had largely been drinking wine that night, and I'd been drinking it as well, so I accepted. Susan poured glasses of wine-coloured for both her and I and came over to sit by me on the sofa.

I took a big drunkenness of the wine, because I was nervous as the pits. She took a sip of wine, then set her shabu down on the coffee table in front of us, and had me do likewise.

"Different cleaning lady like dissimilar affair, but for the about part, we don't want you to simply glue your lips to ours and try to shove your tongue down our throat. Be sweeter, take it a little slower. Let me demonstrate."

She leaned forward and pulled me faithful to her, then first just brushed her lips against mine, then again a bit firmer. She kept at it, from dissimilar angles, with varying firmness, even using her tongue to sweep my lips. I'd never been so excited in my animation, but tried paying attention and doing to her what she was doing to me. Sometimes we'd lock lips heavily and she'd have a spry swipe of her tongue deeper in my mouth. I sat there kissing her, thinking nothing could be dependable 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 volition to do whatever I tell you."

"I will, you bet I will."

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

"Kinky ? How kinky ?"

"We won't leave mark or bruises, at least nothing anyone can see. Are we agreed ?"

"Well… I…"

"Yes or no."

"Yes."

"Then unbutton my top."

I couldn't believe she was asking me to unbutton her top, but I was for sure not going to interrogate it. I reached out and with shaky fingers began to undo the buttons. It was a light blue sky and came down to her waist, but did not tuck in her bird, though it didn't appearance any midriff. In maliciousness of my fumbling, I got all the buttons undone. She leaned forward, with her arms back slightly.

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

I opened it broad and slid it down her shoulders and subdivision and she turned slightly to let me take it all the way off her. She wore a lacy white 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 couch, then leaned forward and kissed me again. I kissed her back eagerly and was not certainly what was coming, but felt sure I'd retrieve it. After we kissed for a minute, she pulled away again and turned her support toward me.

"Can you unhook my bra ?"

If I was shaky before, just reckon 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 ends of the bra.

"Massage my back where the shoulder strap were. Firmly but tenderly."

I rubbed across her vertebral column where the independent shoulder strap 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 shoulders, and up into the neck."

My hands aren't that warm, but I began to knead her shoulders and her neck. I kept at it until my script began to tire. Finally, she turned toward me and I got my first right look at her breasts. Sure I'd seen photos of dummy, but this was the first off time I'd seen any in individual 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 manus shaking as I reached for her boobs with both workforce. She smiled as I put my hands on them and chafe my thumb across the mamilla. I gently squeezed them and slowly pulled away tugging at the nipples. Susan moaned and closed her heart as I slowly worked her boobs over, marveling at how warm and soft they felt and how serious it felt to play with them. The nipples were hard and she moaned every clip I touched them.

"osculation them. Kiss the nipples. Suck on them."

If this is what she meant by doing what she tells me, I felt I couldn't ever argue with her. I leaned forward, taking the mamilla of her mightily boob in my lips, kissing and sucking on it as I continued to run with her other breast 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 to left and back again repeatedly.

"Take your shirt off and hug me. I want to find your pelt against mine."

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

"pedestal up."

We stood. She took me by the manus and led me to her sleeping room. 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 anxious any more. I reached out undid the button at the top of her bird, then unzipped it. I let go of the zipper and the chick fell to the storey at her feet. She stepped out of her skirt and kicked off her shoes, so she was now only in her panties in front of me.

"yield off your pants."

I kicked off my place, not even bothering to unbrace them, then undid my belt ammunition, unzipped my trouser, let them fall to my invertebrate foot and stepped out of them. Susan sat on the bed, leaned back and pulled me down on top of her. We kissed, caressed and played with each other for a hanker sentence, shifting positions, sometimes side by position, sometimes me on top, and sometimes her. At one power point she rolled off me, and stopped me from rolling onto her. She lifted her hips off the bed.

"Take off my panties. Then take off yours."

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

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

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

After she settled back down again, she let my head go and no longer defend my cervix tight with her pegleg. She unwrapped her pegleg and pulled me up her organic structure to lie on top of her. She kissed me, tasting her own succus on my oral fissure 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 pussy. I was a little concerned, because my dick isn't all that big, and I was worried she'd be disappointed. I was about to say something when she smiled, kissed me, and spoke.

"That feels marvelous. Do it boy. Fuck me."

I could sense her kitty gripping my pecker and it felt like nada ever before. Okay, I've wanked myself, but it never felt anything like this. I eased it out then back in, moaning as I did it.

"Do it. Faster. Harder."

I pumped away, enjoying it, and feeling that if I never got another chance, it was still more than worth it. I realized I was about to follow, and told her. In the meanwhile, she'd wrapped her wooden leg around my shank and as I started to number, pulled me thick inside her. I collapsed onto her, almost unconscious from the feelings. As I regained my signified, I looked at her, and kissed her.

"God, I love you Susan."

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

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

I woke up the future morning in bed with my head on her shoulder, with my mouth near her breast. For just a second, I wondered if live on nighttime and the morning had just been persona of some antic wet dream. Susan woke up and stroked my head. I looked up at her and we kissed.

For daylight after that, we went back to her station and made love life at night. Since we had to go to work most mornings, she told me I could wreak some of my clothes over for when I stayed the Night, which now seemed to be every night. After a duet of week, I simply moved in and let my studio flat go. I contributed to the tear at her place. Slowly the changes began.

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

"Pretty ?"

"Something to make you look sexy."

"Like what ?"

"I want you to wear some prissy panties."

"You mean like… ?"

"That's exactly what I mean."

"I can't wear panties."

"Why not ?"

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

"You go around showing your underclothes to the early people in the office ?"

"No, but…"

"Then how would they ever know ? If you're concern, pee in a carrell, 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 tone right."

"You said you'd do what I ask you to. I'm asking you to wear step-in. If you aren't going to do what I ask, then affect back out and see if you can find oneself another girlfriend. Remember, I told you I was a little kinky."

We went out shopping and she bought me several twosome of panties, all very feminine. I was concerned about how I'd hold open my penis in the panties. It's small, but there isn't practically room in the crotch. She took me to a specialty depot and bought me a gaff to insert my dick out of the way. The woman there explained in detail how to use it. I was embarrassed, but listened.

I asked the shop assistant how she knew so very much about putting on a gaff and she said she wore one before her surgical procedure. I think my center about bugged out of my drumhead. 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 engagement this clerk.

At any rate, I began wearing the gaff and the panty to operate as well as at home and whenever we went out together. I felt weird as cocksucker at first, but after a while, it just began to sense normal. One evening Susan and I were at home and she was shaving around her slit, and using hair remotion pick on her legs. After she finished, she had me arrive over and she began putting depilatory crème on my legs.

"What… what are you doing ?"

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

"But…"

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

"If people know…"

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

"No one."

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

She used the cream on my arm and branch and that pathetic amount of chest hair I had. Then she got her razor and shaved my underarms and around my dick and Lucille Ball. Again, it felt weird at first, then I kind of got used to it. Now my smooth soundbox and her unruffled physical structure rubbed together and I felt sense that had been slightly blocked by the hair.

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

"You stick a tool in me all the clip. You even stick it in my ass when I'm on my geological period. Why is my ass heart-to-heart game and yours off point of accumulation ?"

"Isn't that gay ?"

"Nothing that a man and cleaning lady do together in bed is gay. It's only gay if you do it with another man or I do it with another woman."

She had me get on my hands and knees on the bed. Susan got behind me with the strap-on.

"Look, I'll use plenty of lube on it so it's more well-to-do for you."

In my nerves, I think my ass tightened up considerably, but she didn't Rush. She lubed a finger and eased it in. Once it was moving easily in my ass, she stuck in a endorse finger. That was a short tougher, but slowly I relaxed and it moved okay. She pulled her fingers out and began to ease the strap-on into my ass. I thought it would feel atrocious, 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 experience the pseudo pecker fucking my ass. I just tried to relax and let it pass off to make Susan happy. 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 hips to keep it in there as I almost collapsed from the orgasm. Finally she let go and let me sink onto the bed as the strap-on eased its way back out of my ass. She rolled me on my incline and lay down alongside me.

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

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

After a few weeks, Susan came habitation with what appeared to be a maneuver mushroom with a shabu jewel on the end. It was a prat plug and she had two, one garden pink and one blue.

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

How was I going to argue with her ? Was it worth moving out and losing her ? And kind of like the panty and shaving, how would anyone beside us ever know. Besides which at this point I was getting used to having her stick affair 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 foresightful lasting. She became a genuine sex machine in bed for Day afterwards.

Susan said she had some pills that would help inhibit my body and facial hair, and she had me get going taking them every day. for certain enough, I noticed I was getting less hair, particularly on my cheek, and the body haircloth was lighter and finer. After a few calendar week, I noticed my pap 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 pap and I felt almost electric impact of delight. I know that doesn't make sense, but that's the only way I can describe it. She stroked my nipples 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 woman touch and go down on my nipples could feel so good. I didn't come like spurting, but I felt rolling waves of pleasance going through my body.

Needless to say, , we now had something new to add to our sex gambol. Later she told me she'd checked and found that was one of the side effects of the oral contraceptive that inhibited fuzz. Only month later did I realize she'd lied to me. I was taking hormones that blocked male hormones and supplied female hormone. Before longsighted, I began to spring up boobs.

Susan dismissed that, saying lots of men had man-boobs. It was zip unusual. Well, no it wasn't unusual for men taking hormone to transition to female. Before prospicient I easily had a-cup boobs, and had to weary tight tee shirts to maintain my boobs hidden at work. Every now and then someone would give me a funny look, but no one at employment ever said anything.

One Friday night, we went home before going out.

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

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

"I'll find some things and clothes you. admit off everything but your panties."

I undressed, with my picayune dope variety of suspension, which embarrassed me. As she walked by, she stopped and kissed each pinhead in turn of events. She produced a bra which would not agree her tit, but was the right size for mine.

"You want me to hold out a bra in public ?"

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

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

"Trust me. When I'm done, no one will even agnise you as the Jaime I work with. Besides we're going some place where the other employment family line don't go."

She put a skirt on me that didn't quite come to my stifle. She then sat me down and painted my fingernails a smart red. She then plucked my eyebrow slightly to forge them, and made up my face. I sat there in shock as she did this. pedestal, eyeliner, eye phantasma, lip rouge - if I looked like I was even going to dissent, she put her finger to my sass to quieten me. Finally she pulled a blonde wig out of her closet and put it on me.

"We've let your haircloth get a piffling yearner, but it isn't quite long enough for this yet. hand it a duet 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 dull. I couldn't find the tears, and besides it would deliver messed up my makeup and Susan would have been mad at me.

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

She put me in a yoke of two inch submarine sandwich heels.

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

I looked in the mirror and I didn't make out me. I saw a somewhat blond girl, dressed to pour down. Back in the day I'd have killed to get that daughter - now I was that girl.

Susan dressed and we went to a club we'd never been to before. It was way on the other side of town and almost hidden. We walked in and I didn't recognize a single person there, and was very relieved. As I looked about, I noticed that most of the bozo were dancing with early guys, and most of the womanhood danced with early women. Susan noticed my looking around, smiled, and stroked my header before kissing me.

"Don't headache dear. Most of the guy rope here won't have any stake in you - at to the lowest degree as long as they think you're a girl. Just make sure if you go to the bath, to use the women's."

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

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

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

"Damn girl. You better go on a nasty cargo deck on Jaime, or I'll steal her away from you."

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

"I… Susan and I live together."

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

She laughed and walked off. I was surprised how many women came over and talked to us. I was even more storm how many flirted with me. As a guy, no one even paid any attending to me. Now that I appeared to be a woman, half the women in this home 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 catch their attention."

After we'd had a deglutition or two we got up and danced. We found ourselves in the center of a bunch of women. Half the time I couldn't be completely trusted who I was dancing with. A tardily number came on and Susan slow danced with me. I let her lead. I'm not a proficient enough dancer to guide.

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

"Hey dearest, dancing with me."

"I have to get back to…"

"She can do without you for one Sir Thomas More dance. make out on beautiful, dance with me."

This woman was groping me like nobody's business sector. 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 trading floor. The dance ended and she kissed me and groped me some more. I started to try to break devoid and she held on until Susan appeared.

"okey, bitch. You've had your fun. Jaime's taken, so go recover someone else."

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

"Okay Queen City. Go back and bet with your friends. We aren't going to have any trouble here now, are we ?"

Charlotte glared at the bouncer, then at Susan, and stomped off away from us. Susan and I went back to our tabular array and got another drink. A slight later, I saw Charlotte leave alone 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 have intercourse how to palm her."

The bouncer looked me over very carefully.

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

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

"Just come out. Hasn't had bottom surgical procedure 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 thing, Suze. Don't want to run off this pretty noblewoman. I'd be half tempted to go for her, even knowing she's still got a package."

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

The side by side aurora, I was going to clean off all the makeup and change to boy clothes. Susan asked me to stay that way and go to the mall with her. I felt really weird, but did it. She put me in another outfit and unfold toe flat tire. She touched up my makeup and we went out.

At the promenade, there was a nail beauty parlour. 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 time to dry, then walked the mall and went dress shopping. Susan bought me a few Thomas More daughter turnout. I had to go in the women's dressing suite 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 cleaning lady's restroom. I'd been in the char's room last night at the bar, but it felt different at the mall. I had to pee though, so I did it, washed my work force 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 concern 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, baby. I'd sure making love to get my hands on that ass. You bet."

"use up it comfortable and just ignore him. He's trying to get a rise out of you."

We got in our car and drove off, and I'd swear I thought I saw that guy pass us in 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 Lapp berth as stopping point 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 make-up 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 pass on the unfounded side."

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

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

Monday cockcrow, Susan helped me pick off my makeup and took the shine off my fingernails. I wanted her to strike off the toenail gloss but she refused.

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

That kind of set the whole step for how life 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 scanty, butt end nag, and gaff. Generally when we went out, Susan would tell any guys who approached us that we were on a young lady's night and weren't looking for company. Usually that was enough to drive off to the highest degree of them. chucker-out took aid of the relaxation. We went back to the gay bar and hung with the lesbians pretty regularly, but not every weekend.

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

Frequently when we were out, guy would ask us to dance. Usually Susan would decline, but once in a while she'd suggest we just dancing with the Guy for a dance or two, just to make it promiscuous to get rid of them. riotous dances were great, but particularly at first, I was uncomfortable slacken dancing with a guy. I did it to make Susan happy, because she did plenty of things to make me happy.

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

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

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

I realized the two guy wire were Dave and mike from piece of work. I was shocked and scared. No one from body of work, except Susan, of trend, knew I dressed this way at fourth dimension. And I was doing it for Susan, not because I particularly wanted to, even though I was enjoying it. Hell, as a charwoman, I was pop. As a guy, I was no one. Now that was all going to be upset.

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

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

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

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

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

"Please. I'm begging you, don't appearance that depiction around the office."

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

"I don't really have lots money."

"There's other affair you could do."

Susan decided to bound into the conversation at this point.

"son, this is not the seat to discourse this. Let's go back to our place and we can play 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 focal point, while Mike rode with Susan.

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

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

Susan told me it was blackmail and extortion, but unless I wanted to be outed at the post, 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 whole office to know I dressed as a woman - even if it was only on weekends. She said she'd try to allay into it and see if we could get them to get back for less than they wanted.

"You know, boys, she has rattling pinhead - small ones, but kind of Nice. 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 bosom out.

"tinker's damn, girl. You been hiding diddley from us."

Dave started playing with one dummy as mike played with the other one. Having these guys touch me kind of disturbed me, but as they played with them and sucked on them, it began to find pretty damned ripe. At one point, I had one mouthpiece on each boob, sucking, licking, and kissing them like they'd never seen pinhead before. I had waves of pleasure ripping through my body as they enjoyed my dumbbell.

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

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

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

I could taste a piffling of his precum on his dick, as I slowly took the shaft into my mouthpiece until I almost gagged. I closed my eyes and pretended it was Susan with her strap-on. At to the lowest degree I tried to. The feel was dissimilar, the taste was unlike, and Dave moaned as I pistoned his dick in and out of my oral cavity. To save from choking on it, I put my deal around the base of his dick and rubbed it as I worked on the rest of it.

Dave's groans and moans became louder and more patronise until he grabbed my head and pulled it to him. I almost choked as his gumshoe went down my throat, particularly when he came in a great gush right into my throat.

"Swallow it, bitch."

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

"You're a right little dick soft touch, girl."

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

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

Dave tugged at my butt fire hydrant and I tried to loose the muscles as he eased it out of my ass.

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

Susan produced the lube and Dave smeared it on his dick and around my asshole. I got down on my hands and knee, like I do for Susan, when she fucks my ass. Dave came up behind me and grabbed my pelvic arch. I could finger the question of his pecker against my asshole as he eased forward. It was already stretched a bit from pulling out the quid, and he slid in pretty easily. Susan had been fucking my ass, but the figure and blood prick felt unlike. He pressed in until I could feel his orchis slap my ass.

"Damn. Nice to go literal deep. Better than I could get with her mouth."

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

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

"Girl, you ought to solve it clean."

I was appalled, then Susan spoke up.

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

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

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

"Whatever. She's not sucking your dick 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 clod au naturel, sitting up on the bed. Dave and Mike put their clothes back on.

"goodness night, missy. We'll see you again future week."

"Next week ?"

"beef. You want us to stay fresh quiet, then you can put out."

They left and Susan locked the doorway behind them. She came over and sat following to me on the bed and held me in her subdivision. She rocked me back and Forth for a spell, until I relaxed, then gently and sweetly made love to me. No Thomas More ass action that night. My ass had already had a workout. But she stroked my body, caressed my boobs, then took my little dick up into her cunt and I fucked her, before we curled up together and went to sleep.

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

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

The side by side two Fri nights were a replay of the first off one, with Dave and mike getting sucked off then fucking my ass a couple of time. The frightening thing was, I was getting off on it physically, even though I hated it emotionally. After that third week, Susan and I were lying in bed together.

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

"How do we do that ?"

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

"Go to work dressed as a fair sex ?"

"What's worsened, fucking the two of them every week, or dressing as a cleaning lady at oeuvre ?"

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

"That's my girl."

We talked to HR on Mon, and starting Tuesday, I came to work dressed as a woman. Dave and microphone were puzzled, then raging when Susan told them they could find soul else to fuck over. I'd been going to BAR and night club dressed this way, so it wasn't very much different going to work this way. Most of the cleaning woman seemed happy for me and I had no problems using the women's restroom.

Everything seemed to settle back down, and Susan and I seemed glad and loving together at habitation and going out together. As time passed, I found it became unmanageable for me to get a hard on, or to restrain it long enough to fuck Susan. I was disappointed but we did still cause a sex life. 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 ?"

"alteration it out. Have surgical process. Switch from a useless tool to a puss that we could both use."

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

"Why not ? You dress as a woman. You live as a fair sex. You can't make making love like a man anymore. Get a pussycat 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 pecker that doesn't."

"Married ? After ?"

"After. You got collect vacation for the surgical process, 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 of action, she had already been checking out Dr.. We scheduled it and the two of us went together. Susan held my hand as I went under, and was holding my hand as I woke up. Even with the drugs, it hurt like hell down there. It took two days before they took out the packing material. After they did, they told me about dilating my new vagina.

I had to start out dilating it four metre a day to keep 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 tissues there had been totally reworked and were recovering from that, which is why everything hurt so much. It felt weird thought in footing of having a vagina. No, my pecker had been largely non-functional, but it was still a dick.

Susan was with me most of the time during recovery, comforting me, kissing me, and caring for me. I hated the dilation, but Susan and the Doctor of the Church 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 in effect for the commencement time.

I took it ho-hum and easy - I didn't want to mess anything up. I eased the dilator in and out of my pussy, and instead of the hurting I once felt, I now felt pleasure. I began rocking my hips back and forth as I slowly and gently fucked myself with the dilator, until I leaned back, arched my back and had a full on orgasm, like nil I'd ever felt before.

Susan was out running errands when all that happened, but I told her when she returned. She kissed me very sweetly and told me that while we still needed to convey it easy, we could now depart to have some fun.

We both returned to work shortly after that. I still had to hire it easy and walked for exercise and to stretch all those affair out. At work, some of the char hugged and kissed me. Yeah, there were a few who were stale, but that always happens.

We made design for a humble wedding and Susan and I went out shopping for wedding clothes. I wore a lacy white apparel, which came down just below the knee joint, while Susan wore a silky bloodless dress. I remember looking in the mirror at how I looked, which was marvelous, but then thinking back to the nerdy guy I'd once been. I'd gained something, but I shed a tear over what I'd lost on the way.

Looking back, I know that Susan had this all planned from the source. She picked a guy who would be so grateful for her love and heart that he wouldn't balk at the wearisome steady small changes. By the time the alteration became corporeal, I was so far along, it was almost unacceptable 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 idle. Jaime, the girl, is carrying on as best she can .