My name is Jaime, and this is my storey. I was always slight of form, with delicate feature film. I seemed to top out at about 5'4"and 130 quid with a face that looked like it could be either a boy or a miss. When puberty hit, I didn't get the body tomentum that most of the former boy got. I desperately hoped for a beard, but could never get more than a few tramp hair or plot of ground of hair, generally pretty unsightly. Though long hair was kind of stylish, I kept mine curtly. Too many people thought I was a girl as it was.

I tried being one of the guys, but all the other boys seemed interested in was cars, sports, hunting, fishing, guns, and making rude remark about fille. When I wasn't as macho as some of the other boys, some of them started calling me a pansy, and asking me to give suck their peter. I decided I really didn't pauperism that kind of shit, and I was interested in girls, not boys.

I ended up hanging out more with the fille, though none of them had any interest in me. At least they were friendly and nearly of them were not abusive like the boys were. A few clock time, I had girls start calling me names, but the others girls told them to shut the fuck up. I became the ‘ good boy'the one they could let the cat out of the bag to when their young man hurt them. They could cry on my shoulder, hug me, and snog me on the cheek. I was condom, because I knew my home. I was not going to build out with them, and I certainly had no hazard of fucking them.

After mellow 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 pretty ordinary student - no real maven. I hung in long enough to get a two class degree, then my money and interest ran out. At least that academic degree was enough to help oneself me get an federal agency character job. Given my want of sinew, I sure didn't want to do physical labor.

I found myself doing client avail work - hardly thrilling, but it was true work in a nice air conditioned office staff. Most of my fellow worker were women, and a bunch of the men there were gay. I ended up hanging with the adult female, much like I did in schooltime. As long as I wasn't loud, obnoxious, or pushy, which I never was, they were happy for me to advert 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 exchange that. Looking back at everything that happened, I wonder if I had it to do over again, knowing what would happen as a result, what I would do. I honestly don't know. I wanted love and to be wanted and needed, but the Leontyne Price was Sir Thomas More than I'd have been comfortable with.

Susan joined the company and became part of the group of women I hung with. Susan was about 24, compared to my 21, with a pretty font, and she carried herself with a sense of self assurance. She was about my height, but with nice curve ball, shoulder length brown hair, a grin that could evaporate hearts, along with c-cup breasts.

At for the first time, she seemed much like the others, then slowly matter began to shift. When she hugged me, the hug seemed to be prospicient and somehow more intimate. She seemed to be physically faithful to me than any of the early cleaning woman were. I never wanted to get my Leslie Townes Hope up only to be disappointed, so I kind of dismissed it and laughed it off.

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

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

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

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

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

"It doesn't bother me. One night, one of the fair sex said, ‘ No offense intended, but you're just like one of the girls ’."

Susan looked at me, then smiled, and leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I was surprised, and didn't even jazz how to oppose. 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 bonk how to react."

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

With that, she lifted her forefront slightly and opened her rim just a little. I sat for a second, then leaned forward and kissed her. She kissed me back, and we sat kissing, though not as practically as I'd have liked, before she broke the kiss.

"You're Henry Sweet, but you need kissing lessons."

"Where am I going to get caressing lessons. None of the cleaning lady want to kiss me."

"Aren't I a charwoman ?"

"Yes. I didn't mean…"

"And didn't I kiss you ?"

"Yes. And it was great."

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

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

"I could do that, and a lot to a greater extent - 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 block. No argumentation - period."

"Okay. I'll do it."

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

I'd never had a charwoman invite me to her place. I'd never had one leave to come to my place - for any ground, even an ingenuous one. Here was this gorgeous adult female, inviting me to occur to her place, and hinting we could kiss, and maybe even more. At that breaker point I'd have sold my somebody for that chance, and in one sense I guess I did.

Her place was close up by, a nice little one bedchamber 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-colored that dark, and I'd been drinking it as well, so I accepted. Susan poured looking glass of wine 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 Inferno. She took a sip of wine, then set her glass down on the coffee table in figurehead of us, and had me do likewise.

"Different women like different affair, but for the most part, we don't want you to simply paste your lips to ours and try to shove your tongue down our pharynx. Be mellifluous, deal it a short boring. Let me demonstrate."

She leaned forward and pulled me closer to her, then first just brushed her brim against mine, then again a bit firmer. She kept at it, from unlike angles, with varying firmness, even using her tongue to sweep my sass. I'd never been so charge up in my life, but tried paying attention and doing to her what she was doing to me. Sometimes we'd lock chamber lip firmly and she'd have a immediate swipe of her natural language deeper in my mouth. I sat there kissing her, thinking nothing could be full 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 will to do whatever I tell you."

"I will, you bet I will."

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

"Kinky ? How kinky ?"

"We won't leave scars or bruises, at to the lowest degree zilch 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 interrogate it. I reached out and with wonky finger began to undo the buttons. It was a light blue and came down to her waist, but did not gather in her skirt, though it didn't appearance any midriff. In cattiness of my fumbling, I got all the buttons undone. She leaned forward, with her munition back slightly.

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

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

"Can you unhook my bra ?"

If I was shaky before, just imagine what I was like now. I reached out and pulled the cover of the bra slightly away from her back, then fumbled to unhook the two incline, but managed in spite of my clumsiness. I let go of the two death of the bra.

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

I rubbed across her binding where the independent 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 River as I rubbed her and the shoulder strap slipped off her shoulders 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 berm and her neck. I kept at it until my hands began to tire. Finally, she turned toward me and I got my first commodity look at her white meat. trusted I'd seen photos of boobs, but this was the first metre I'd seen any in individual with my own eyes. I think my mouth hung unfold from the impact. She kissed me again.

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

I could see my work force shaking as I reached for her boobs with both hands. She smiled as I put my hands on them and rubbed my thumb across the nipples. I gently squeezed them and slowly pulled away tugging at the nipple. Susan moaned and closed her optic as I slowly worked her boobs over, marveling at how warm and soft they felt and how undecomposed it felt to act as with them. The teat were hard and she moaned every meter I touched them.

"buss 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 right breast in my mouth, kissing and sucking on it as I continued to play with her former breast with my right hand. Susan leaned back on the sofa as I kissed and sucked on her boobs, switching back and forth from the rightfield to go out and back again repeatedly.

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

I was so eager to do that, I actually ripped a push loose in my delirium. 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 oculus, and she opened her lips a bit, so I kissed her. As we kissed, I rubbed her back, then snuck a hand around to pester her left boob or what I could get at of it.

"Stand up."

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

"Unzip my skirt."

At this tip I was so far into terra incognita that I wasn't even flighty any more. I reached out undid the button at the top of her skirt, then unzipped it. I let go of the zipper and the doll fell to the flooring at her feet. She stepped out of her dame and kicked off her shoe, so she was now only in her panty in movement of me.

"payoff off your pants."

I kicked off my shoes, not even bothering to untie them, then undid my belt, unzipped my drawers, let them fall to my metrical 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 former for a prospicient prison term, shifting post, sometimes side by side, sometimes me on top, and sometimes her. At one percentage 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 metrical unit so I could pull out them all the way off. I flung them across the way, then took off my undershorts. I thought maybe she was quick to take me in her, but instead she pulled my head down to her pussy and spread her legs. She was completely shaved down there and her pussy was open in front of me.

I stuck my tongue out and licked her slit from the bottom to the top. As I reached the top, her clit peeked out from the folding, just a little bit. I took the picayune nub between my lips and sucked on it, as she gasped and pushed her pussy into my facial expression. Her slit lips spread afford further and her button stuck out more. I stuck my spit into her slit and kissed licked and sucked on her pussy and clit like there was no tomorrow. I felt like if I died that Night, my lifetime would have been complete.

She moaned and wrapped her peg around my cervix, pulling me closer and tighter to her. I got my hands back into the whole thing by grabbing her ass and massaging that as I worked her kitty over. She rocked back and Forth, then arched her back, grabbing my head in her hands and holding it so miserly to her that I could barely take a breath. Her juices flowed freely, until she actually squirted in my oral cavity and on my face.

After she settled back down again, she let my drumhead go and no longer prevail my neck tight with her legs. She unwrapped her legs and pulled me up her body to lie on top of her. She kissed me, tasting her own juices on my sassing and face.

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

She lifted up on my hips and I lifted them off her. She reached down, grabbed my dick and guided it into her kitty. I was a piddling concerned, because my peter 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 find her twat gripping my hawkshaw 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 touch sensation that if I never got another fortune, it was still Sir Thomas More than worth it. I realized I was about to get along, and told her. In the meantime, she'd wrapped her wooden leg around my waistline and as I started to come, attract me deep inside her. I collapsed onto her, almost unconscious from the feelings. As I regained my sentiency, I looked at her, and kissed her.

"God, I love you Susan."

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

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

I woke up the next sunup in bed with my head on her shoulder, with my backtalk near her breast. For just a second, I wondered if survive night and the forenoon had just been section of some howling wet dream. Susan woke up and stroked my head. I looked up at her and we kissed.

For days after that, we went back to her place and made beloved at night. Since we had to go to run most mornings, she told me I could add some of my apparel over for when I stayed the dark, which now seemed to be every Nox. After a couple of hebdomad, I simply moved in and let my studio apartment apartment go. I contributed to the rent at her blank space. Slowly the variety began.

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

"Pretty ?"

"Something to make you look sexy."

"Like what ?"

"I want you to jade some Nice panties."

"You mean like… ?"

"That's exactly what I mean."

"I can't wear panties."

"Why not ?"

"What would the former hoi polloi in the authority think ?"

"You go around showing your underwear to the other people in the office ?"

"No, but…"

"Then how would they ever know ? If you're apprehensive, pee in a carrel, just don't bead pants and pantie all the way to the floor and no one will ever be able to tell."

"It doesn't smell right."

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

We went out shopping and she bought me respective pair of pantie, all very feminine. I was concerned about how I'd observe my member in the panties. It's belittled, but there isn't a lot room in the crotch. She took me to a specialty shop and bought me a gaff to tuck 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 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 caput. She kissed me on the cheek, and I looked carefully at her. I'd never have thought she was once a guy. Hell, if I hadn't known and wasn't already living with Susan, I'd have wanted to date this clerk.

At any rate, I began wearing the gaff and the pantie to work as well as at home and whenever we went out together. I felt weird as shit at first, but after a patch, it just began to feel convention. One evening Susan and I were at home and she was shaving around her kitty-cat, and using fuzz removal pick on her leg. After she finished, she had me derive over and she began putting epilator crème on my legs.

"What… what are you doing ?"

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

"But…"

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

"If hoi polloi know…"

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

"No one."

"Then who else will know ? And competitive Male swimmer shave all their body pilus. It isn't just women. Besides, you know our deal."

She used the emollient on my arms and legs and that pathetic amount of chest hair I had. Then she got her razor and shaved my underarms and around my dick and balls. Again, it felt weird at first, then I kind of got used to it. Now my smooth dead body and her smooth body rubbed together and I felt adept that had been slightly blocked by the hair.

lag our sex life was still going majuscule guns. We fucked nearly every night, except when she had her menstruum, and even then we did flock short of fucking. Before retentive she decided she wanted to add another device to our dearest making. Susan had or got a strap-on and wanted to fuck me in the ass with it.

"You stick a putz in me all the meter. You even stick it in my ass when I'm on my menstruation. Why is my ass subject plot and yours off terminus ad quem ?"

"Isn't that gay ?"

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

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

"smell, I'll use sight 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 boot. She lubed a finger and eased it in. Once it was moving easily in my ass, she stuck in a second gear finger's breadth. That was a little tougher, but slowly I relaxed and it moved okay. She pulled her finger out and began to still the strap-on into my ass. I thought it would feel horrible, but in fact, it wasn't that bad.

She slowly eased the affair 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 fake pecker fucking my ass. I just tried to relax and let it happen to stimulate Susan happy. I didn't even notice my cock had gotten hard, until I came with her fucking my ass.

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

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

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

After a few weeks, Susan came home with what appeared to be a level mushroom with a chalk gem on the end. It was a butt fire hydrant 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 register 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 panties 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 blue 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 acute and foresightful lasting. She became a real sex machine in bed for days afterwards.

Susan said she had some oral contraceptive that would help subdue my body and facial hair, and she had me start taking them every day. Sure enough, I noticed I was getting less whisker, particularly on my face, and the body haircloth was lighter and finer. After a few weeks, I noticed my mammilla getting a lot more sensitive. The ring of color seemed to get enceinte 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 galvanic seismic disturbance of delight. I know that doesn't make signified, but that's the only way I can account it. She stroked my mammilla 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 charwoman cutaneous senses and breastfeed my pap could feel so effective. I didn't come like spurting, but I felt rolling waves of pleasure going through my body.

acerate leaf to say, , we now had something new to add to our sex drama. Later she told me she'd checked and found that was one of the side issue of the lozenge that inhibited hairsbreadth. Only month later did I realize she'd lied to me. I was taking hormones that blocked male hormone and supplied female person hormones. Before hanker, I began to grow boobs.

Susan dismissed that, saying lots of men had man-boobs. It was nothing unusual. wellspring, no it wasn't unusual for men taking endocrine to transition to female person. Before foresightful I easily had a-cup dummy, and had to wear slopped tee shirts to keep my boob hidden at work. Every now and then someone would give me a funny aspect, but no one at work ever said anything.

One Friday nighttime, we went home before going out.

"Jaime, dear. I was you to dress up extra 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 need me to weary ?"

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

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

"You want me to wear off a bra in world ?"

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

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

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

She put a doll on me that didn't quite come to my knee. She then sat me down and painted my fingernails a hopeful red. She then plucked my eyebrows slightly to mould them, and made up my face. I sat there in shock as she did this. Base, eyeliner, eye phantasm, lipstick - if I looked like I was even going to protest, she put her finger to my lips to silence me. Finally she pulled a blond wig out of her closet and put it on me.

"We've let your hair get a lilliputian thirster, but it isn't quite long enough for this yet. Give it a yoke 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 asleep. I couldn't find the weeping, and besides it would have messed up my makeup and Susan would have been mad at me.

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

She put me in a pair of two inch wedge bounder.

"You can't handle unplayful cad. We'll get there though."

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

Susan dressed and we went to a club we'd never been to before. It was way on the other side of town and almost veil. We walked in and I didn't recognize a bingle soul there, and was very exempt. As I looked about, I noticed that most of the guys were dancing with other guys, and almost of the fair sex danced with other women. Susan noticed my looking around, smiled, and stroked my head before kissing me.

"Don't worry honey. well-nigh of the hombre here won't have any stake in you - at to the lowest degree as long as they think you're a lady friend. Just seduce for certain if you go to the bathroom, to use the women's."

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

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

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

"shucks girl. You honest keep a sozzled clench on Jaime, or I'll buy 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 fair sex came over and talked to us. I was even more surprised how many flirted with me. As a guy, no one even paid any tending to me. Now that I appeared to be a woman, half the women in this office seem to require me. I said something to Susan about it.

"You're unfermented meat. They've never seen you before or slept with you and you're cute sufficiency to catch their attention."

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

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

"Hey honey, terpsichore with me."

"I have to get back to…"

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

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

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

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

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

Queen City glared at the chucker-out, then at Susan, and stomped off away from us. Susan and I went back to our table and got another drunkenness. A little later, I saw Queen City leave with another cleaning lady. Later on the bouncer came over to our table.

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

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

The chucker-out looked me over very carefully.

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

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

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

"You pass real well, honey."

"Tha… thanks."

"So is she going all the way ?"

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

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

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

The side by side forenoon, I was going to houseclean off all the make-up and change to boy clothes. Susan asked me to appease that way and go to the mall with her. I felt really unearthly, but did it. She put me in another kit and unfold toe flats. She touched up my physical composition and we went out.

At the mall, there was a nail salon. Susan dragged me in there for a pedicure. They massaged my understructure, cleaned off the callosity, trimmed and shaped my toenails, then painted them. We gave it a trivial time to dry, then walked the mall and went wearing apparel shopping. Susan bought me a few more girl outfits. I had to go in the women's dressing rooms to try on some of the clothes and once I'd done it a few times, it didn't even matter.

We had to pee, and Susan walked me into the woman's public convenience. I'd been in the womanhood's room go night 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 shopping mall, a mates of young guys tried hitting up on us - both Susan and me, and seemed every bit as matter to in me as in Susan. Susan made some polite 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, infant. I'd sure love to get my paw on that ass. You bet."

"Take it easy 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 traffic a little later. We got back home and Susan suggested we go out again that night, with me still dressed as a woman.

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

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

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

"Please don't make me go to influence 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 unwarranted side."

"I don't eff how a good deal wild I can handle."

We went to another bar, and while it didn't have the gay men and cleaning woman of the other topographic point, no one seemed to care about two women dancing together. We went habitation after and had more wild sex.

Monday break of the day, Susan helped me pick off my makeup and took the down off my fingernails. I wanted her to read off the toenail gloss but she refused.

"Jaime, dear, you aren't going to take off your horseshoe and air-sleeve at work. No one will make love you have polish on your toenails. Besides it looks so pretty."

That kind of set the flavour for how life went for a piece. Susan dressed me up as a young woman for out weekends, and I kept toenail polish on, just as I did my panties, butt plug, and gaff. Generally when we went out, Susan would tell any guys who approached us that we were on a girl's dark and weren't looking for company. Usually that was enough to drive off nigh of them. bouncer took aid of the eternal sleep. 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 way I began to feel freer evenings and weekends when I could just wear a bra on them.

Frequently when we were out, guys would ask us to dance. Usually Susan would decline, but once in a piece she'd suggest we just dance with the guy rope for a saltation or two, just to pull in it easier to get rid of them. Fast dances were not bad, but particularly at kickoff, I was uncomfortable slow terpsichore with a guy. I did it to make Susan well-chosen, because she did mountain of things to piss me happy.

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

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

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

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

"Got a honorable pic of you kissing that guy as he fondled you. The berth should sleep with 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 tangible 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 nonentity's business."

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

"What's it worth to you to have us keep your secluded ?"

"I don't really have often money."

"There's former things you could do."

Susan decided to jump into the conversation at this point.

"male child, this is not the place to talk over this. Let's go back to our space and we can exploit 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 focus, while microphone 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 encourage him either. As it turned out, he didn't need any encouragement, and neither did mike. What Dave and mike wanted for their secretiveness was me to suckle them off and let them bang 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 substantial dick.

Susan told me it was blackmail and extortion, but unless I wanted to be outed at the office, I probably needed to go along with it. I didn't care for it, but realized she was probably decent. I didn't want the totally place to bang I dressed as a woman - even if it was only on weekends. She said she'd try to ease into it and see if we could get them to make up for less than they wanted.

"You know, boys, she has real knocker - modest unity, but sort of nice. Would you care to see them and touch them ?"

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

"shucks, girl. You been hiding dump from us."

Dave started playing with one breast as mike played with the other one. Having these guy cable touch me kind of disturbed me, but as they played with them and sucked on them, it began to feel pretty damned just. At one point, I had one mouth on each boob, sucking, licking, and kissing them like they'd never seen boob before. I had waves of pleasance ripping through my torso as they enjoyed my pinhead.

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

Dave stood up, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his prick. I looked at him, and his grimace was consumed with lust. microphone was nearby and touching his groin. Susan grimaced, but nodded. I edged forward and took the read/write head of his dick in my oral fissure. Dave moaned.

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

I could try a little of his precum on his gumshoe, as I slowly took the peter into my mouth until I almost gagged. I closed my optic and pretended it was Susan with her strap-on. At least I tried to. The feel was different, the taste was different, and Dave moaned as I pistoned his hawkshaw in and out of my mouth. To proceed from choking on it, I put my manus around the base of his putz and rubbed it as I worked on the ease of it.

Dave's moan and moan became louder and more frequent until he grabbed my nous and pulled it to him. I almost choked as his putz 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 throat before I could feature done anything else. Dave smiled and stroked my head.

"You're a good little dick fool, girl."

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

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

Dave tugged at my tail quid and I tried to relax the muscles as he eased it out of my ass.

"Look boys. You have to use lube. I'm not going to let you ruin 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 hired hand and knee joint, like I do for Susan, when she fucks my ass. Dave came up behind me and grabbed my rosehip. I could sense the chief of his putz against my arsehole as he eased forward. It was already stretched a bit from pulling out the fire hydrant, and he slid in reasonably easily. Susan had been fucking my ass, but the flesh and rip pecker felt unlike. He pressed in until I could find his chunk slap my ass.

"shit. Nice to go genuine trench. honest than I could get with her mouth."

Dave started dumb, building up fastness, shoving his dick deep into my ass with each stroke, holding my rose hip tight to guide it. He went faster and faster and I almost forgot it was a guy fucking my ass, until with a groan, he pulled my hips tight against him with his gumshoe as far in me as he could get it. I felt it throbbing and knew he had just cum in my ass. As he came, so did I, squirting my cum onto the bed as he shot his in my ass.

"Isn't that cute. The small miss came at the Saami time."

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

"girlfriend, you ought to puzzle out it clean."

I was appalled, then Susan spoke up.

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

Dave looked disappoint and sat down as microphone positioned himself behind me.

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

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

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

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

"Next week ?"

"squawk. You want us to keep placidity, 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 weapon. She rocked me back and forth for a while, until I relaxed, then gently and sweetly made love to me. No more ass action mechanism that night. My ass had already had a physical exercise. But she stroked my eubstance, caressed my boobs, then took my small prick up into her pussy and I fucked her, before we curled up together and went to sleep.

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

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

The next two Friday nights were a action replay of the start one, with Dave and mike getting sucked off then fucking my ass a couple of times. The dreadful thing was, I was getting off on it physically, even though I hated it emotionally. After that one-third calendar week, Susan and I were lying in bed together.

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

"How do we do that ?"

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

"Go to do work dressed as a char ?"

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

"I don't tending for either alternative, but I'll go to work as a cleaning lady, if it means I don't have to have it off them again."

"That's my girl."

We talked to HR on Monday, and starting Tuesday, I came to work dressed as a charwoman. Dave and mike were puzzled, then angry when Susan told them they could find mortal else to have sex over. I'd been going to bars and clubs dressed this way, so it wasn't much unlike going to work this way. most of the cleaning woman seemed happy for me and I had no problems using the charwoman's restroom.

Everything seemed to take root back down, and Susan and I seemed happy and loving together at abode and going out together. As metre passed, I found it became unmanageable for me to get a hard on, or to hold open it long enough to fuck Susan. I was disappointed but we did still have a sex spirit. Finally Susan decided to plow the issue.

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

"So what do we do ?"

"Change it out. Have surgery. Switch from a useless dick to a pussy that we could both use."

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

"Why not ? You dress as a cleaning woman. You live as a adult female. You can't make making 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 pussy that works, than somebody with a tool that doesn't."

"Married ? After ?"

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

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

I had to start out dilating it four times a day to keep it stretched out properly, and it hurt like hell doing it. Dilation is essentially taking a dildo, lubing it and sticking it in my vagina. The tissue paper there had been totally rework and were recovering from that, which is why everything hurt so a great deal. It felt weird cerebration in footing of having a vagina. No, my dick had been largely non-functional, but it was still a dick.

Susan was with me most of the time during recovery, comforting me, kissing me, and caring for me. I hated the dilation, but Susan and the doctor told me it was necessary, so I kept at it. It happened slowly sufficiency 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 unspoilt for the first time.

I took it deadening and comfortable - I didn't want to mess anything up. I eased the dilater in and out of my pussy, and instead of the pain I once felt, I now felt pleasure. I began rocking my pelvic girdle back and Forth River as I slowly and gently fucked myself with the dilater, until I leaned back, arched my back and had a wide-cut on orgasm, like zippo 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 call for it easy, we could now begin to throw some fun.

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

We made plans for a pocket-size wedding and Susan and I went out shopping for wedding apparel. I wore a lacy white dress, which came down just below the genu, while Susan wore a silky E. B. White dress. I remember looking in the mirror at how I looked, which was fantastic, 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 rootage. She picked a guy who would be so grateful for her love and heart that he wouldn't check at the slow steadily small changes. By the time the changes became fabric, I was so far along, it was almost unimaginable 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 girl, is carrying on as best she can .