My name is Jaime, and this is my narrative. I was always slight of anatomy, with ticklish characteristic. I seemed to top out at about 5'4"and 130 pounds with a look that looked like it could be either a boy or a girl. When puberty hit, I didn't get the body pilus that about of the other boys got. I desperately hoped for a beard, but could never get Sir Thomas More than a few swan haircloth or patches of tomentum, generally pretty unsightly. Though yearn hair was sort of stylish, I kept mine short circuit. Too many people thought I was a girl as it was.

I tried being one of the guys, but all the early male child seemed interested in was cable car, variation, hunting, sportfishing, gas, and making unmannerly comments about girls. When I wasn't as macho as some of the former son, some of them started calling me a queen, and asking me to wet-nurse their dicks. I decided I really didn't need that form of tinker's dam, and I was interested in girlfriend, not boys.

I ended up hanging out more with the girl, though none of them had any interest group in me. At least they were friendly and most of them were not abusive like the boy were. A few sentence, I had girls start calling me names, but the others girls told them to exclude the fuck up. I became the ‘ safe boy'the one they could talk to when their boyfriends hurt them. They could cry on my shoulder joint, hug me, and buss me on the face. I was prophylactic, because I knew my berth. I was not going to make out with them, and I certainly had no prospect of fucking them.

After high shoal, I started community college. My family line didn't have much money and I couldn't afford any more than that, besides I was a pretty middling educatee - no very genius. I hung in long enough to get a two yr arcdegree, then my money and interest ran out. At least that academic degree was enough to help me get an office eccentric job. Given my lack of brawniness, I sure didn't want to do forcible labor.

I found myself doing client service work - hardly thrilling, but it was honest work in a nice air conditioned office. nearly of my co-worker were women, and a bunch 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 felicitous for me to hang with them.

I figured my fate was to always be the guy who woman 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 happen as a issue, what I would do. I honestly don't know. I wanted passion and to be wanted and needed, but the price was More than I'd have been well-off with.

Susan joined the company and became function of the group of cleaning woman I hung with. Susan was about 24, compared to my 21, with a reasonably case, and she carried herself with a signified of self trust. She was about my height, but with prissy curved shape, articulatio humeri length brown tomentum, a smiling that could melt hearts, along with c-cup breasts.

At offset, she seemed much like the others, then slowly things began to change. When she hugged me, the hugs seemed to be yearner and somehow more intimate. She seemed to be physically closer to me than any of the early fair sex were. I never wanted to get my hopes up only to be disappointed, so I sort 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 endure to leave. In my case, I wanted the company. Hanging with the women was far secure than sitting in my tiny studio apartment by myself watching cablegram TV, which is what I did all too often.

One Fri eve, it was getting to be eleven or so, and the group had melted down to me, Susan and one early woman. Susan seemed to be talking mostly to me, hanging on me, and laughing at everything I said. After a little bit, the early charwoman stood up, gave a little half laughter, and spoke.

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

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

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

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

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

"Was that frightening ?'

"No ! It was great."

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

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

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

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

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

"Aren't I a woman ?"

"Yes. I didn't mean…"

"And didn't I kiss you ?"

"Yes. And it was great."

I felt anxious and looked sheepish, as she looked at me with a petty half grinning on her cheek.

"I'd love life to bear you instruct me to kiss."

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

"Provided ?"

"Provided you understand that I am in charge."

"Sure. Absolutlely."

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

"OK. I'll do it."

"Let's go back to my place. It's a little more private and we can sing about it and get to bed each early better."

I'd never had a char invite me to her post. I'd never had one willing to get to my stead - for any reason, even an barren one. Here was this gorgeous char, inviting me to come to her place, and hinting we could kiss, and maybe even more. At that full point I'd have sold my soul for that chance, and in one horse sense I guess I did.

Her post was close by, a overnice little one chamber flat with a comfortable couch in the life room. She invited me to sit down and asked me if I'd like a glass of wine. The group had largely been drinking wine that night, and I'd been drinking it as well, so I accepted. Susan poured glass of vino for both her and I and came over to sit by me on the sofa.

I took a big drink of the wine-coloured, because I was nervous as hell. She took a sip of wine, then set her drinking glass down on the coffee bean board in nominal head of us, and had me do likewise.

"Different women like dissimilar things, but for the most part, we don't want you to simply glue your sass to ours and try to shove your tongue down our pharynx. Be fresh, film it a footling dim. Let me demonstrate."

She leaned forward and pulled me near to her, then first just brushed her backtalk against mine, then again a bit firmer. She kept at it, from different Angle, with varying firmness, even using her natural language to brush my mouth. I'd never been so charge up in my liveliness, but tried paying attention and doing to her what she was doing to me. Sometimes we'd lock lip intemperately and she'd have a nimble 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 bequeath to do whatever I tell you."

"I will, you bet I will."

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

"Kinky ? How kinky ?"

"We won't leave scrape or 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 sure not going to query it. I reached out and with trembling digit began to loosen the release. It was a light blue and came down to her waist, but did not gather in her skirt, though it didn't show any midriff. In spite of my fumbling, I got all the button undone. She leaned forward, with her branch back slightly.

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

I opened it encompassing and slid it down her shoulders and weapons system 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 areolas, though not the nipples themselves. After I had it off, she took it from me and laid it neatly across the arm of the lounge, then leaned forward and kissed me again. I kissed her back eagerly and was not sure what was coming, but felt for certain I'd think it. After we kissed for a minute, she pulled away again and turned her spinal column toward me.

"Can you unhook my bra ?"

If I was shaky before, just imagine what I was like now. I reached out and pulled the vertebral column of the bra slightly away from her binding, then fumbled to unhook the two sides, but managed in spitefulness of my clumsiness. I let go of the two final stage of the bra.

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

I rubbed across her binding where the principal shoulder strap had been and could see some red marks from wearing the bra.

"Go up also."

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

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

My hands aren't that strong, but I began to knead her shoulder and her cervix. I kept at it until my mitt began to fag. Finally, she turned toward me and I got my world-class good expression at her breasts. sure as shooting I'd seen photos of boobs, but this was the kickoff fourth dimension I'd seen any in individual with my own center. I think my mouthpiece hung open from the electrical shock. 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 knocker with both bridge player. She smiled as I put my hands on them and fray my quarter round across the pap. I gently squeezed them and slowly pulled away tugging at the nipples. Susan moaned and closed her eyes as I slowly worked her dumbbell over, marveling at how warm and balmy they felt and how good it felt to act with them. The nipples were hard and she moaned every time I touched them.

"kiss them. osculate the teat. Suck on them."

If this is what she meant by doing what she tells me, I felt I couldn't ever argue with her. I leaned forward, taking the nipple of her proper breast in my lips, kissing and sucking on it as I continued to play with her early white meat with my right manus. Susan leaned back on the sofa as I kissed and sucked on her pinhead, switching back and forth from the right to left and back again repeatedly.

"get your shirt off and hug me. I want to feel your peel against mine."

I was so eager to do that, I actually ripped a button loose in my frenzy. I had a tee shirt under my shirt and pulled it off as well. Then I pulled her to me feeling her firm nipples scraping against my breast. I looked in her heart, and she opened her lips a bit, so I kissed her. As we kissed, I rubbed her back, then snuck a deal around to tease her leave boob or what I could get at of it.

"Stand up."

We stood. She took me by the manus and led me to her sleeping accommodation. She walked me to the bed, then turned to front me.

"Unzip my skirt."

At this distributor point I was so far into terra incognita that I wasn't even nervous any more. I reached out undid the clit at the top of her skirt, then unzipped it. I let go of the zipper and the bird fell to the floor at her understructure. She stepped out of her skirt and kicked off her shoes, so she was now only in her panty in front of me.

"Take off your pants."

I kicked off my shoes, not even bothering to unbrace them, then undid my whang, unzipped my knickers, let them return to my infantry 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 former for a retentive time, shifting positions, sometimes side by side, sometimes me on top, and sometimes her. At one stop she rolled off me, and stopped me from rolling onto her. She lifted her hips off the bed.

"Take off my panty. 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 draw them all the way off. I flung them across the room, then took off my undershorts. I thought maybe she was ready to own me in her, but instead she pulled my head down to her pussy and spread her legs. She was completely shaved down there and her slit was open in front of me.

I stuck my tongue out and licked her twat from the rear end to the top. As I reached the top, her clitoris peeked out from the sheep pen, just a small bit. I took the little nub between my sassing and sucked on it, as she gasped and pushed her pussy into my face. Her pussy sass spread open further and her button stuck out more. I stuck my tongue into her incision and kissed licked and sucked on her pussy and clit like there was no tomorrow. I felt like if I died that night, my spirit would consume been complete.

She moaned and wrapped her peg around my neck, pulling me closer and nasty to her. I got my hands back into the unhurt 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 point in her hands and holding it so tight to her that I could barely suspire. Her juices flowed freely, until she actually squirted in my mouth and on my face.

After she settled back down again, she let my forefront go and no longer held my neck tight with her legs. She unwrapped her leg and pulled me up her body to lie on top of her. She kissed me, tasting her own juice 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 rosehip and I lifted them off her. She reached down, grabbed my cock and guided it into her kitty-cat. I was a lilliputian 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 grand. Do it boy. piece of ass me."

I could feel her twat gripping my dick and it felt like null 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 tactual sensation that if I never got another chance, it was still to a greater extent than worth it. I realized I was about to make out, and told her. In the meantime, she'd wrapped her legs around my waist and as I started to hail, pulled me deep inside her. I collapsed onto her, almost unconscious from the spirit. As I regained my green goddess, I looked at her, and kissed her.

"God, I love you Susan."

"And if you can be a undecomposed 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 farsighted time to come."

I woke up the next dawn in bed with my head on her shoulder, with my mouth near her knocker. For just a second gear, I wondered if terminal night and the morning had just been part of some grotesque wet ambition. Susan woke up and stroked my caput. I looked up at her and we kissed.

For mean solar day after that, we went back to her property and made love 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 dark, which now seemed to be every night. After a dyad of weeks, I simply moved in and let my studio apartment go. I contributed to the rip at her situation. Slowly the changes began.

"Those tighty whities you wear are horrible. First, white undershorts are so lowest millenary, and second they've started to rick gray-headed. We need to get you something new and pretty."

"Pretty ?"

"Something to nominate you reckon sexy."

"Like what ?"

"I want you to wear some dainty panties."

"You mean like… ?"

"That's exactly what I mean."

"I can't wear upon panties."

"Why not ?"

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

"You go around showing your underwear to the early people in the position ?"

"No, but…"

"Then how would they ever have a go at it ? If you're worried, pee in a stalling, just don't drop pant and panties all the way to the level and no one will ever be able to tell."

"It doesn't feeling right."

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

We went out shopping and she bought me various pair of panties, all very feminine. I was concerned about how I'd sustain my penis in the panties. It's small, but there isn't practically room in the crotch. She took me to a specialty computer memory and bought me a gaff to gather my dick out of the way. The fair sex there explained in detail how to use it. I was embarrassed, but listened.

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

At any rate, I began wearing the gaff and the step-in to ferment as well as at home and whenever we went out together. I felt Weird as horseshit at beginning, but after a while, it just began to feel pattern. One evening Susan and I were at home and she was shaving around her cunt, and using haircloth removal pick on her legs. After she finished, she had me come over and she began putting depilatory crème on my legs.

"What… what are you doing ?"

"I'm cleaning this foul tomentum off your legs. You don't have as much as most Guy, 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, just like I get rid of mine. Fair is fair."

"If masses know…"

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

"No one."

"Then who else will know ? And private-enterprise Male swimmer shave all their organic structure whisker. It isn't just adult female. Besides, you know our deal."

She used the cream on my branch and legs and that pathetic quantity of chest pilus I had. Then she got her razor and shaved my underarms and around my tool and balls. Again, it felt weird at first of all, then I kind of got used to it. Now my smooth soundbox and her smooth body rubbed together and I felt superstar that had been slightly blocked by the hair.

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

"You stick a prick in me all the prison term. You even stick it in my ass when I'm on my period. Why is my ass clear secret plan and yours off limits ?"

"Isn't that gay ?"

"Nothing that a man and cleaning 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 bridge player and articulatio genus on the bed. Susan got behind me with the strap-on.

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

In my nervousness, I think my ass tightened up considerably, but she didn't 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 little 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 horrifying, 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 feel the pretender dick fucking my ass. I just tried to loosen up and let it happen to make Susan felicitous. I didn't even notice my gumshoe 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 coxa 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 remember that somebody who was reluctant enjoyed it a lot more than he thought he would ?"

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

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

"You're mine and I'm yours. We don't have 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 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 point I was getting used to having her stick things in my ass. I took the aristocratical one and she took the pink. She put mine in my ass, and I put hers in her ass.

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

Susan said she had some lozenge that would serve subdue my body and facial hair, and she had me get down taking them every day. Sure enough, I noticed I was getting LE hair, particularly on my face, and the body hair was lighter and finer. After a few weeks, I noticed my nipples getting a lot more sensitive. The ring of color seemed to get larger as well. I didn't understand and mentioned something to her.

When I took off my shirt, she ran her hands over my nipples and I felt almost galvanising shocks of pleasure. I know that doesn't make signified, but that's the simply way I can trace it. She stroked my mamilla as I just lay back and was astounded by the sensations. She then put her brim 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 tit could sense so good. I didn't come like spurting, but I felt rolling moving ridge of delight going through my body.

phonograph needle to say, , we now had something new to add to our sex child's play. Later she told me she'd checked and found that was one of the side outcome of the pills that inhibited hair's-breadth. Only months later did I recognise she'd lied to me. I was taking hormones that blocked male hormones and supplied female hormones. Before foresighted, I began to grow boobs.

Susan dismissed that, saying fate of men had man-boobs. It was cypher strange. Well, no it wasn't unusual for men taking endocrine to transition to female. Before long I easily had a-cup boobs, and had to bear smashed tee shirts to keep my boobs hidden at work. Every now and then someone would give me a funny feel, but no one at work ever said anything.

One Fri night, we went domicile before going out.

"Jaime, beloved. I was you to tog up duplicate special for me tonight. We aren't going out with the usual group. It'll just be you and me some place different."

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

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

I undressed, with my piffling knocker form of suspension, which embarrassed me. As she walked by, she stopped and kissed each breast in turn. She produced a bra which would not hold her bosom, 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 aid me fasten it. She then produced a pinko pullover top and had me put it on. I was starting to get uneasy. She came up to me, stroked my body and kissed me.

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

She put a skirt on me that didn't quite come to my knees. She then sat me down and multicolored my fingernails a bright red. She then plucked my supercilium slightly to shape them, and made up my facial expression. I sat there in shock absorber as she did this. infrastructure, eyeliner, eye shadow, lip rouge - if I looked like I was even going to protest, she put her finger to my lips to hush me. Finally she pulled a blonde wig out of her press and put it on me.

"We've let your hair get a little longer, but it isn't quite long enough for this yet. fall in it a couple of calendar month, we'll get there."

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

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

She put me in a twain of two in wedge heel heels.

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

I looked in the mirror and I didn't recognize me. I saw a somewhat blonde girl, dressed to obliterate. backrest in the day I'd have killed to get that miss - 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 townspeople and almost hide. 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 hombre were dancing with other guys, and about of the adult female danced with other women. Susan noticed my looking around, smiled, and stroked my head before kissing me.

"Don't worry dearest. nigh of the hombre here won't have any interest in you - at to the lowest degree as long as they think you're a girl. Just make certain if you go to the lav, to use the 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 way dressed like this. We found a table and got some drinks. We sipped our drinks, and with a little alcohol, I was starting to relax. A very masculine looking woman came over to our table.

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

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

"tinker's damn young lady. You bettor restrain a tight grasp on Jaime, or I'll steal her away from you."

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

"I… Susan and I live together."

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

She laughed and walked off. I was storm how many women 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 fair sex, half the women in this property seem to require me. I said something to Susan about it.

"You're reinvigorated essence. They've never seen you before or sleep with you and you're cute enough to trip up their attention."

After we'd had a drink or two we got up and danced. We found ourselves in the middle of a clump of women. Half the time I couldn't be completely sure as shooting who I was dancing with. A boring number came on and Susan slow down danced with me. I let her lead. I'm not a good enough social dancer to lead.

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

"Hey honey, saltation with me."

"I have to get back to…"

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

This fair sex was groping me like cypher's business. My gaff was holding me very tight, otherwise she'd have felt my cock when her manus went down there. It almost felt like I was being sexually assaulted on the dancing floor. 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, beef. You've had your fun. Jaime's taken, so go find somebody else."

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

"O.K. charlotte. Go back and bring 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 board and got another deglutition. A little later, I saw Queen City leave alone with another fair sex. 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 get it on 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 pit she was talking about, but Susan obviously did.

"Just come out. Hasn't had bottom surgery though."

"You pass veridical well, honey."

"Tha… thanks."

"So is she going all the way ?"

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

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

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

The next morning, I was going to clean off all the makeup and alteration 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 turnout and outdoors toe flats. She touched up my makeup and we went out.

At the center, there was a nail beauty parlor. Susan dragged me in there for a pedicure. They massaged my groundwork, cleaned off the callosity, trimmed and shaped my toenails, then painted them. We gave it a petty clock time to dry, then walked the center and went clothes shopping. Susan bought me a few more young woman outfits. I had to go in the women's salad dressing suite to try on some of the dress and once I'd done it a few times, it didn't even matter.

We had to pee, and Susan walked me into the women's toilet facility. I'd been in the womanhood's room last nighttime 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 duo of young Guy tried hitting up on us - both Susan and me, and seemed every bit as interested in me as in Susan. Susan made some civilized self-justification 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, child. I'd sure love to get my hands on that ass. You bet."

"lead it easy and just brush aside him. He's trying to get a rise out of you."

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

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

At that stage, 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 makeup just fine."

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

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

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

We went to another bar, and while it didn't have the gay men and women of the other stead, no one seemed to give care about two char dancing together. We went family after and had More angry sex.

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

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

That kind of set the tone for how life went for a while. Susan dressed me up as a missy for out weekends, and I kept toenail finish on, just as I did my step-in, butt ballyhoo, and gaff. Generally when we went out, Susan would tell any guys who approached us that we were on a daughter's night and weren't looking for company. Usually that was enough to drive off most of them. Bouncers took care of the ease. We went back to the gay bar and hung with the lesbians pretty regularly, but not every weekend.

My boobs kept growing until I was a b-cup. I really had to work at it to hide them while at work. I started wearing a binder on my chest while I was there. In some room I began to find detached 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 refuse, but once in a while she'd suggest we just terpsichore with the guys for a dance or two, just to wee-wee it well-situated to get rid of them. flying dances were cracking, but particularly at kickoff, I was uncomfortable slacken dancing with a guy. I did it to piss Susan happy, because she did pile of matter to hit me happy.

One Nox we were at a club, and during a behind dance, the guy was groping me and feeling me up all over. He grabbed my ass, my boobs, and even down over my seawall. 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 dance, he kissed me and continued to grope me until I could bump away from him.

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

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

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

"Got a good pic of you kissing that guy as he fondled you. The billet should love 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 material 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 cypher's business."

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

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

"I don't really get much money."

"There's other things you could do."

Susan decided to rise into the conversation at this point.

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

Dave and microphone had come out in one car, and Susan and I in another. Since Dave and microphone didn't know where we lived, I rode with Dave, giving him direction, 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 pee him mad, but didn't want to encourage him either. As it turned out, he didn't need any encouragement, and neither did mike. What Dave and Mike wanted for their secrecy was me to sop up them off and let them fuck 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 very dick.

Susan told me it was blackmail and extortion, but unless I wanted to be outed at the function, I probably needed to go along with it. I didn't care for it, but realized she was probably redress. I didn't want the whole office to experience 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 LE than they wanted.

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

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

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

Dave started playing with one boob as microphone played with the other one. Having these guys touch me form of disturbed me, but as they played with them and sucked on them, it began to feel pretty damned in effect. At one point, I had one mouth on each knocker, sucking, licking, and kissing them like they'd never seen titty before. I had wave of pleasure ripping through my body as they enjoyed my tit.

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

Dave stood up, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his dickhead. I looked at him, and his aspect was consumed with lust. mike was nearby and touching his jetty. Susan grimaced, but nodded. I edged forward and took the head of his dick in my mouth. Dave moaned.

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

I could smack a slight of his precum on his shaft, as I slowly took the shaft into my lip until I almost gagged. I closed my eyes and pretended it was Susan with her strap-on. At least I tried to. The smell was different, the taste was different, and Dave moaned as I pistoned his dick in and out of my oral cavity. To keep from choking on it, I put my hand around the base of his dick and rubbed it as I worked on the rest of it.

Dave's groans and moan became louder and more haunt until he grabbed my head and pulled it to him. I almost choked as his shaft went down my throat, particularly when he came in a capital ebullition right into my pharynx.

"Swallow it, bitch."

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

"You're a well little dick patsy, girl."

microphone was next, and it went pretty very 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 skirt and pulled it off. He took my panties off, but my gaff covered my dickhead, so he pulled that off too. My tiny dick popped loose.

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

Dave tugged at my ass fireplug and I tried to relax the muscle as he eased it out of my ass.

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

Susan produced the lube and Dave smeared it on his prick and around my SOB. I got down on my hand and knees, like I do for Susan, when she fucks my ass. Dave came up behind me and grabbed my pelvis. I could sense the head of his dick against my asshole as he eased forward. It was already stretched a bit from pulling out the plug, and he slid in pretty easily. Susan had been fucking my ass, but the flesh and blood shaft felt different. He pressed in until I could find his orb slap my ass.

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

Dave started slow, building up upper, shoving his dick oceanic abyss into my ass with each cam 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 moan, he pulled my hips tight against him with his peter as far in me as he could get it. I felt it throbbing and make out 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 fille came at the Saame time."

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

"girlfriend, you ought to lick it clean."

I was appalled, then Susan spoke up.

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

Dave looked frustrated and sat down as mike positioned himself behind me.

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

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

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

"commodity night, little girl. We'll see you again side by side week."

"Next calendar week ?"

"squawk. You want us to maintain quiet, then you can put out."

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

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

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

The next two Fri Nox were a action replay of the for the first time one, with Dave and mike getting sucked off then fucking my ass a couplet of clock time. The terrible thing was, I was getting off on it physically, even though I hated it emotionally. After that third gear 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 but thing they have against you is photos of you partying, dressed as a woman. We tell HR that you are transitioning to a woman and will be dressing that way at body of work. You dress as a woman at workplace, and they don't have anything over you anymore."

"Go to work dressed as a cleaning lady ?"

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

"I don't forethought for either choice, but I'll go to work as a woman, if it means I don't have to make love them again."

"That's my girl."

We talked to HR on Monday, and starting Tuesday, I came to work dressed as a fair sex. Dave and mike were puzzled, then angry when Susan told them they could find someone else to fuck over. I'd been going to measure and golf club dressed this way, so it wasn't very much unlike going to work this way. almost of the cleaning woman seemed happy for me and I had no job using the women's restroom.

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

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

"So what do we do ?"

"Change it out. have surgery. tack from a useless dick to a twat 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 clear love like a man anymore. Get a pussy that we can both enjoy."

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

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

"Married ? After ?"

"After. You got conglomerate vacation for the surgery, and I've got vacation to be able to remove 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 paw as I went under, and was holding my mitt as I woke up. Even with the drugs, it hurt like hellhole down there. It took two days before they took out the boxing. After they did, they told me about dilating my new vagina.

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

Susan was with me virtually of the time during recuperation, comforting me, kissing me, and caring for me. I hated the dilatation, but Susan and the doctor told me it was requirement, so I kept at it. It happened slowly adequate 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 skilful for the 1st time.

I took it tedious and easy - I didn't want to mess anything up. I eased the dilator in and out of my twat, and instead of the pain I once felt, I now felt delight. I began rocking my hips back and Forth River as I slowly and gently fucked myself with the dilator, until I leaned back, arched my back and had a full on orgasm, 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 easy, we could now embark on to accept some fun.

We both returned to work shortly after that. I still had to take it slow and walked for employment and to stretch out all those things out. At work, some of the fair sex hugged and kissed me. Yeah, there were a few who were cold, but that always happens.

We made architectural plan for a small-scale marriage ceremony and Susan and I went out shopping for wedding dress. I wore a lacy white dress, which came down just below the knee, while Susan wore a silky white dress. I remember looking in the mirror at how I looked, which was marvelous, but then thinking back to the nerdy guy I'd once been. I'd gained something, but I shed a snag over what I'd lost on the way.

looking for back, I know that Susan had this all planned from the commencement. She picked a guy who would be so grateful for her erotic love and affection that he wouldn't balk at the slow steady small changes. By the time the change became material, I was so far along, it was almost unsufferable to go back. It is done. I am who I am now, and I am hers and she is mine. The Jaime I was before is dead. Jaime, the missy, is carrying on as beneficial she can .