My name is Jaime, and this is my story. I was always slight of build, with ticklish features. I seemed to top out at about 5'4"and 130 pound sterling with a face that looked like it could be either a boy or a missy. When puberty hit, I didn't get the body hair that almost of the other boy got. I desperately hoped for a beard, but could never get more than a few digress hairs or while of hair, generally pretty unsightly. Though long hair was sort of stylish, I kept mine curtly. Too many multitude thought I was a daughter as it was.

I tried being one of the cat, but all the other male child seemed interested in was car, sportsman, hunting, fishing, hired gun, and making rude remark about young woman. When I wasn't as macho as some of the other boys, some of them started calling me a pouf, and asking me to absorb their dicks. I decided I really didn't need that kind of crap, and I was occupy in young lady, not boys.

I ended up hanging out more with the young woman, though none of them had any interest in me. At to the lowest degree they were friendly and well-nigh of them were not abusive like the son were. A few times, I had girlfriend start calling me names, but the others girls told them to shut the fuck up. I became the ‘ dependable boy'the one they could talk to when their beau hurt them. They could cry on my shoulder joint, hug me, and kiss me on the cheek. I was rubber, because I knew my place. I was not going to wee-wee out with them, and I certainly had no opportunity of fucking them.

After in high spirits school, I started community college. My family didn't have much money and I couldn't afford any more than than that, besides I was a reasonably average student - no real genius. I hung in long enough to get a two year point, then my money and interest ran out. At least that degree was enough to help me get an federal agency type job. Given my lack of muscle, I sure didn't want to do physical labor.

I found myself doing customer service work - hardly thrilling, but it was true work in a nice air conditioned office. Most of my co-workers were cleaning lady, and a clustering of the men there were gay. I ended up hanging with the women, a great deal like I did in school. As long as I wasn't loud, obnoxious, or pushy, which I never was, they were happy for me to hang with them.

I figured my fate was to always be the guy who fair sex 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 hap as a result, what I would do. I honestly don't know. I wanted love and to be wanted and needed, but the price was more than I'd have been comfy with.

Susan joined the company and became division of the grouping of charwoman I hung with. Susan was about 24, compared to my 21, with a pretty face, and she carried herself with a mother wit of self confidence. She was about my height, but with prissy breaking ball, shoulder length brown hair, a smile that could evaporate substance, along with c-cup knocker.

At for the first time, she seemed much like the others, then slowly things began to change. When she hugged me, the squeeze seemed to be foresightful and somehow more suggest. She seemed to be physically secretive to me than any of the early cleaning woman were. I never wanted to get my hope up only to be disappointed, so I kind of dismissed it and laughed it off.

I'd go out imbibing with the female child and as it went on, Susan and I were often among the last to leave. In my showcase, I wanted the company. Hanging with the women was far better than sitting in my flyspeck studio apartment by myself watching cable length 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 other woman. Susan seemed to be talking mostly to me, hanging on me, and laughing at everything I said. After a little bit, the other charwoman stood up, gave a little half laugh, and spoke.

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

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

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

"It doesn't bother me. One Night, one of the char said, ‘ No umbrage 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 know how to oppose. Honestly, I'd never kissed a cleaning woman romantically, nor had one candy kiss me that way. She pulled back slightly and looked at me again.

"Was that terrible ?'

"No ! It was great."

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

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

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

With that, she lifted her head slightly and opened her mouth 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 much as I'd have liked, before she broke the kiss.

"You're sweet, but you need kissing lessons."

"Where am I going to get kissing object lesson. None of the cleaning woman want to buss me."

"Aren't I a woman ?"

"Yes. I didn't mean…"

"And didn't I kiss you ?"

"Yes. And it was great."

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

"I'd dearest to have you instruct 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 stop. No arguments - period."

"OK. I'll do it."

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

I'd never had a womanhood invite me to her place. I'd never had one willing to come to my place - for any rationality, even an destitute one. Here was this gorgeous woman, inviting me to come to her seat, and hinting we could buss, and maybe even more. At that detail I'd have sold my psyche for that chance, and in one sentiency I guess I did.

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

I took a big drinkable of the vino, because I was nervous as underworld. She took a sip of wine-coloured, then set her trash down on the java table in straw man of us, and had me do likewise.

"Different woman like unlike things, but for the most section, we don't want you to simply paste your lips to ours and try to squeeze your knife down our throats. Be sweet-flavored, engage it a short slower. Let me demonstrate."

She leaned forward and pulled me secretive to her, then first just brushed her lips against mine, then again a bit firmer. She kept at it, from unlike angles, with varying firmness, even using her knife to sweep my lips. I'd never been so excited in my life, but tried paying attention and doing to her what she was doing to me. Sometimes we'd curl lips hard and she'd have a warm swipe of her tongue deeper in my mouthpiece. I sat there kissing her, thinking nothing could be estimable than this. She stopped and leaned back, which disappointed me.

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

"I will, you bet I will."

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

"Kinky ? How kinky ?"

"We won't leave scars 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 indisputable not going to query it. I reached out and with trembling fingerbreadth began to untie the buttons. It was a light blue sky and came down to her waist, but did not tuck in her skirt, though it didn't show any midriff. In venom of my fumbling, I got all the push button undone. She leaned forward, with her arms back slightly.

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

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

"Can you unhook my bra ?"

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

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

I rubbed across her back where the main straps had been and could see some red brand 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 shoulder joint and the bra dropped off her.

"The shoulders, and up into the neck."

My hands aren't that firm, but I began to massage her shoulders and her cervix. I kept at it until my manpower began to tire. Finally, she turned toward me and I got my number one proficient smell at her titty. trusted I'd seen photo of dummy, but this was the first time I'd seen any in mortal with my own eyes. I think my mouth hung capable from the shock. She kissed me again.

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

I could see my deal shaking as I reached for her breast with both hands. She smiled as I put my hands on them and itch my thumb across the pap. I gently squeezed them and slowly pulled away tugging at the nipples. Susan moaned and closed her eyes as I slowly worked her boobs over, marveling at how warm and soft they felt and how respectable it felt to play with them. The teat were knockout and she moaned every time I touched them.

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

If this is what she meant by doing what she tells me, I felt I couldn't ever argue with her. I leaned forward, taking the nipple of her right titty in my sassing, kissing and sucking on it as I continued to play with her other knocker with my right-hand hired hand. Susan leaned back on the sofa as I kissed and sucked on her titty, switching back and Forth from the rightfield to left and back again repeatedly.

"lease your shirt off and hug me. I want to feel your tegument against mine."

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

"standpoint up."

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

"Unzip my skirt."

At this point I was so far into terra incognita that I wasn't even spooky any more. I reached out undid the push at the top of her skirt, then unzipped it. I let go of the zipper and the doll fell to the floor at her feet. She stepped out of her annulus and kicked off her skid, so she was now only in her step-in in front of me.

"issue off your pants."

I kicked off my shoes, not even bothering to untie them, then undid my belt, unzipped my pants, 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 other for a long prison term, shifting positions, sometimes face by side, sometimes me on top, and sometimes her. At one point she rolled off me, and stopped me from rolling onto her. She lifted her hips off the bed.

"yield off my pantie. Then acquire off yours."

I pulled her step-in down, and as I did she dropped her hips back to the bed and lifted her ft so I could pull them all the way off. I flung them across the room, then took off my undershorts. I thought maybe she was ready to have me in her, but instead she pulled my heading down to her kitty-cat and spread her legs. She was completely shaved down there and her twat was open in front of me.

I stuck my tongue out and licked her twat from the bottom of the inning to the top. As I reached the top, her clitoris peeked out from the sheep pen, just a slight bit. I took the little nub between my brim and sucked on it, as she gasped and pushed her kitty into my face. Her cunt lips spread candid further and her clit stuck out more. I stuck my tongue into her slit and kissed licked and sucked on her twat and clit like there was no tomorrow. I felt like if I died that night, my life would have been complete.

She moaned and wrapped her peg around my neck opening, pulling me confining and compressed to her. I got my hands back into the whole thing by grabbing her ass and massaging that as I worked her pussy over. She rocked back and forth, then arched her back, grabbing my headspring in her hired hand and holding it so closely to her that I could barely respire. Her juices flowed freely, until she actually squirted in my mouth and on my face.

After she settled back down again, she let my head go and no longer held my neck tight with her peg. 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 mouth 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 pecker and guided it into her pussycat. I was a fiddling pertain, because my dick isn't all that big, and I was worried she'd be disappointed. I was about to say something when she smiled, kissed me, and spoke.

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

I could feel her pussy gripping my prick and it felt like nothing ever before. okeh, 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 tactile sensation that if I never got another chance, it was still more than worth it. I realized I was about to fare, and told her. In the meantime, she'd wrapped her legs around my waist and as I started to come, tear me deeply inside her. I collapsed onto her, almost unconscious from the feelings. As I regained my senses, I looked at her, and kissed her.

"God, I love you Susan."

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

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

I woke up the next morning in bed with my head on her shoulder, with my sass near her breast. For just a 2nd, I wondered if net night and the morning had just been section of some fantastic wet aspiration. Susan woke up and stroked my drumhead. I looked up at her and we kissed.

For daylight after that, we went back to her place and made erotic love at night. Since we had to go to work to the highest degree mornings, she told me I could make for some of my clothes over for when I stayed the Nox, which now seemed to be every night. After a couple of hebdomad, I simply moved in and let my studio apartment go. I contributed to the rent at her stead. Slowly the changes began.

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

"Pretty ?"

"Something to make you look sexy."

"Like what ?"

"I want you to wear some decent panties."

"You mean like… ?"

"That's exactly what I mean."

"I can't have on panties."

"Why not ?"

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

"You go around showing your underwear to the former the great unwashed in the office ?"

"No, but…"

"Then how would they ever know ? If you're concern, pee in a stall, just don't drop pant and panties all the way to the floor and no one will ever be able-bodied to tell."

"It doesn't flavor right."

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

We went out shopping and she bought me several pair of panty, all very womanly. I was concerned about how I'd keep my penis in the panties. It's low, but there isn't lots way in the privates. She took me to a strong suit store 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 clerk how she knew so often about putting on a gaff and she said she wore one before her operation. I think my eyes about bugged out of my oral sex. She kissed me on the face, and I looked carefully at her. I'd never have thought she was once a guy. Hades, if I hadn't known and wasn't already living with Susan, I'd have wanted to day of the month this clerk.

At any rate, I began wearing the gaff and the pantie to make for as well as at home and whenever we went out together. I felt unearthly as shit at outset, but after a while, it just began to feel normal. One evening Susan and I were at rest home and she was shaving around her pussy, and using hairsbreadth removal cream on her wooden leg. 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 smutty hair off your wooden leg. You don't have as a great deal as most guys, but I don't like hair on you any to a greater extent than I like it on me."

"But…"

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

"If people know…"

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

"No one."

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

She used the emollient on my subdivision and legs and that pathetic amount of money of thorax hair I had. Then she got her razor and shaved my underarms and around my dick and balls. Again, it felt Weird at low, then I variety of got used to it. Now my smooth body and her smooth body rubbed together and I felt sensations that had been slightly blocked by the hair.

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

"You stick a dick in me all the time. You even stick it in my ass when I'm on my period. Why is my ass open game 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.

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

In my jumpiness, I think my ass tightened up considerably, but she didn't hurry. She lubed a finger and eased it in. Once it was moving easily in my ass, she stuck in a mo finger. That was a piddling tougher, but slowly I relaxed and it moved okay. She pulled her digit out and began to facilitate the strap-on into my ass. I thought it would feel horrible, but in fact, it wasn't that bad.

She slowly eased the thing all the way in, then eased it nearly out before sliding back in again. Before longsighted she had a thoroughly calendar method of birth control going and I could finger the fake gumshoe fucking my ass. I just tried to make relaxed and let it befall to make Susan happy. I didn't even poster my dick had gotten hard, until I came with her fucking my ass.

She stopped with the dick in my ass, while I spurted all over the bed. She held onto my hips to continue 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 side and lay down alongside me.

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

We began adding that to our regular shag 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 thinking of sucking or being fucked by a veridical dick, but I variety of got used to this.

After a few calendar week, Susan came home with what appeared to be a pointed mushroom with a ice 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 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 stop I was getting used to having her stay put matter 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 prison term Susan asked me to do something weird like this, our fucking would be particularly vivid and long lasting. She became a real sex automobile in bed for years afterwards.

Susan said she had some pills that would avail inhibit my physical structure and facial hair, and she had me take up taking them every day. for sure enough, I noticed I was getting to a lesser extent hair, particularly on my face, and the eubstance hair was light and finer. After a few weeks, I noticed my tit getting a lot more sensitive. The areolas seemed to get prominent 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 electric shocks of joy. I know that doesn't make sense, but that's the only way I can describe it. She stroked my mammilla as I just lay back and was astounded by the sentiency. She then put her lip on one mamilla and began sucking on it. I thought I was going to levitate off the bed. I couldn't have even imagined that having a woman touch sensation and suck my pap could feel so goodness. I didn't come like spurting, but I felt rolling wafture of pleasure going through my body.

Needless to say, , we now had something new to add to our sex gambol. Later she told me she'd checked and found that was one of the side core of the pills that inhibited hair. Only calendar month later did I gain she'd lied to me. I was taking hormones that blocked male person internal secretion and supplied female endocrine. Before long, I began to mature boobs.

Susan dismissed that, saying lots of men had man-boobs. It was nothing unusual. Well, no it wasn't unusual for men taking endocrine to transition to female. Before yearn I easily had a-cup bosom, and had to wear tight tee shirts to keep my tit hidden at work. Every now and then mortal would commit me a funny look, but no one at workplace ever said anything.

One Fri Night, we went home before going out.

"Jaime, lamb. I was you to enclothe up extra special for me this evening. We aren't going out with the common group. It'll just be you and me some place different."

"okey. What do you want me to bust ?"

"I'll find some things and frock you. consume off everything but your panties."

I undressed, with my little tit kind of dangling, which embarrassed me. As she walked by, she stopped and kissed each dope in turn. She produced a bra which would not defy her titty, but was the veracious sizing for mine.

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

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

I put the bra on, though Susan had to help me fasten it. She then produced a pink pullover top and had me put it on. I was starting to get awkward. 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 other work kinsfolk don't go."

She put a doll on me that didn't quite come to my knee joint. She then sat me down and painted my fingernails a bright red. She then plucked my brow slightly to work them, and made up my face. I sat there in cushion as she did this. Base, eyeliner, eye dark, lip rouge - if I looked like I was even going to protest, she put her finger to my back talk to hush me. Finally she pulled a blond wig out of her closet and put it on me.

"We've let your whisker get a little yearner, but it isn't quite long enough for this yet. present it a span 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 snag, and besides it would hold messed up my makeup and Susan would possess been mad at me.

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

She put me in a span of two inch wedge heels.

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

I looked in the mirror and I didn't acknowledge me. I saw a passably blonde girl, dressed to defeat. Back in the day I'd have killed to get that girl - now I was that girl.

Susan dressed and we went to a gild we'd never been to before. It was way on the early side of townsfolk and almost hide. We walked in and I didn't distinguish a undivided person there, and was very salve. As I looked about, I noticed that most of the guys were dancing with other guy rope, and nigh of the cleaning lady danced with other women. Susan noticed my looking around, smiled, and stroked my head before kissing me.

"Don't concern honey. Most of the hombre here won't have any interest in you - at least as long as they think you're a girl. Just wee-wee trusted if you go to the bath, to use the womanhood's."

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

"Hey, Suzie-Q. harbour't seen much of you for a piece. guess I know why now. You found yourself a new picayune squeeze."

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

"Damn girl. You better go along a tight hold 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 storm how many charwoman came over and talked to us. I was even more surprise how many flirted with me. As a guy, no one even paid any aid to me. Now that I appeared to be a woman, half the women in this place seem to want me. I said something to Susan about it.

"You're fresh meat. They've never seen you before or sleep 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 heart of a bunch of women. Half the time I couldn't be completely sure who I was dancing with. A slow up number came on and Susan slow up danced with me. I let her lead. I'm not a secure enough dancer to direct.

That numeral ended and another slow down number 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 hired hand all over my ass while we danced. At the end of the number she gave me a passionate candy kiss and felt up my dope. I turned to go back to Susan, and another adult female grabbed me.

"Hey dearest, dance with me."

"I have to get back to…"

"She can do without you for one to a greater extent terpsichore. come up on beautiful, dancing with me."

This woman was groping me like cipher's line of work. My gaff was holding me very tight, otherwise she'd have felt my dick when her hand went down there. It almost felt like I was being sexually assaulted on the saltation floor. The dance ended and she kissed me and groped me some more. I started to try to give out rid and she held on until Susan appeared.

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

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

"Okay Charlotte. Go back and represent with your friends. We aren't going to induce any difficulty here now, are we ?"

Charlotte glared at the bouncer, then at Susan, and stomped off away from us. Susan and I went back to our tabular array and got another boozing. A footling later, I saw charlotte leave alone with another woman. Later on the chucker-out came over to our table.

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

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

The 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 OR though."

"You pass real well, honey."

"Tha… thanks."

"So is she going all the way ?"

"Not for the sentence 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 ma'am. I'd be half tempted to go for her, even knowing she's still got a package."

We left shortly after and went dwelling house. We had some of the barbarian 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 interest about it for now.

The adjacent morning, I was going to make clean off all the makeup and variety to boy apparel. Susan asked me to stay that way and go to the shopping center with her. I felt really weird, but did it. She put me in another outfit and unfold toe flat tire. She touched up my composition and we went out.

At the promenade, there was a nail salon. Susan dragged me in there for a pedicure. They massaged my feet, cleaned off the callus, trimmed and shaped my toenails, then painted them. We gave it a little prison term to dry, then walked the shopping center and went clothes shopping. Susan bought me a few Sir Thomas More young woman kit. I had to go in the adult female'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 women's restroom. I'd been in the women's room finish nighttime at the bar, but it felt unlike at the plaza. I had to pee though, so I did it, washed my hand and left.

As we walked through the mall, a couplet of young guy rope tried hitting up on us - both Susan and me, and seemed every bit as interested in me as in Susan. Susan made some polite excuses and got us away from them. We were walking back to the car, when a guy in the parking lot yelled out to us.

"Hey, baby. I'd certain love to get my helping hand on that ass. You bet."

"Take it gentle 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 petty later. We got back house and Susan suggested we go out again that night, with me still dressed as a woman.

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

At that detail, 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 work this way. Please."

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

"I don't make love how a great deal wild I can handle."

We went to another bar, and while it didn't have the gay men and women of the other blank space, no one seemed to wish about two women dancing together. We went home after and had more untamed sex.

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

"Jaime, dear, you aren't going to study off your brake shoe and air-sleeve at body of work. No one will know you have polish on your toenails. Besides it looks so pretty."

That kind of set the timbre for how life went for a piece. Susan dressed me up as a girl for out weekends, and I kept toe polish on, just as I did my panties, butt sparking plug, and gaff. Generally when we went out, Susan would tell any cat who approached us that we were on a miss's Nox and weren't looking for company. Usually that was enough to drive off to the highest degree of them. bouncer took care of the residuum. We went back to the gay bar and hung with the gay woman pretty regularly, but not every weekend.

My titty kept growing until I was a b-cup. I really had to work at it to hide them while at oeuvre. I started wearing a binder on my breast while I was there. In some direction I began to feel freer eventide and weekends when I could just wear a bra on them.

Frequently when we were out, guys would ask us to trip the light fantastic. Usually Susan would turn down, but once in a patch she'd suggest we just dance with the guys for a dance or two, just to produce it easier to get rid of them. Fast saltation were great, but particularly at first, I was uncomfortable slow dancing with a guy. I did it to make Susan happy, because she did plenty of things to cause me happy.

One night we were at a order, and during a slow dancing, the guy was groping me and feeling me up all over. He grabbed my ass, my bosom, 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 dick. At the end of the dance, he kissed me and continued to grope me until I could bankrupt away from him.

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

"hoot. That was a Scheol of a appearance on the dancing floor. I almost didn't recognize you, Jaime."

I realized the two guys were Dave and mike from study. I was shocked and scared. No one from work, except Susan, of course, knew I dressed this way at time. And I was doing it for Susan, not because I particularly wanted to, even though I was enjoying it. sin, as a woman, I was popular. 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 agency 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 candy kiss. And shouldn't everyone have a chance to see the real you ?"

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

"Yeah. Sure. Even on the dissipated dance, you were shaking that ass like cipher's business."

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

"What's it worth to you to take in us keep on your secret ?"

"I don't really have practically money."

"There's other affair you could do."

Susan decided to jump into the conversation at this point.

"Boys, this is not the post to discuss this. Let's go back to our station and we can act 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 directions, 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 pass water him mad, but didn't want to encourage him either. As it turned out, he didn't need any boost, and neither did Mike. What Dave and Mike wanted for their muteness was me to suck up them off and let them fuck my ass. Now Susan had me fellate off her strap on, and regularly fucked my ass with it, but I'd never done either with a man with a real dick.

Susan told me it was blackmail and extortion, but unless I wanted to be outed at the office, I probably needed to go along with it. I didn't upkeep for it, but realized she was probably rectify. I didn't want the whole office to know I dressed as a woman - even if it was only on weekends. She said she'd try to allay into it and see if we could get them to square up for lupus erythematosus than they wanted.

"You know, boys, she has substantial boobs - diminished ones, but kind of overnice. 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 pinhead out.

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

Dave started playing with one dummy as mike played with the other one. Having these guy touch me kind of vex me, but as they played with them and sucked on them, it began to feel pretty damned commodity. At one point, I had one rima oris on each boob, sucking, licking, and kissing them like they'd never seen dope before. I had waves of pleasure ripping through my body as they enjoyed my boobs.

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

Dave stood up, unzipped his pant, and pulled out his prick. I looked at him, and his human face was consumed with lust. microphone was nearby and touching his groin. 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 taste a little of his precum on his pecker, as I slowly took the prick into my backtalk until I almost gagged. I closed my eyes and pretended it was Susan with her strap-on. At least I tried to. The tactile property was unlike, the predilection was different, and Dave moaned as I pistoned his prick in and out of my mouth. To continue from choking on it, I put my hand around the foot of his dick and rubbed it as I worked on the eternal rest of it.

Dave's groans and groan became louder and more patronize until he grabbed my read/write head and pulled it to him. I almost choked as his prick went down my throat, particularly when he came in a cracking outburst right into my throat.

"sup it, bitch."

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

"You're a in force little peter sucker, girl."

Mike was next, and it went pretty much the same. I hoped after sucking them off that they'd be happy and let it go. But both of them insisted on fucking my ass as well. Dave had recovered first and unzipped my bird and pulled it off. He took my panties off, but my gaff covered my arse, so he pulled that off too. My diminutive dick 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 butt plug and I tried to unwind the sinew 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 ache her. And gently, male child, gently."

Susan produced the lubricating substance and Dave smeared it on his dick and around my asshole. I got down on my helping hand and human knee, like I do for Susan, when she fucks my ass. Dave came up behind me and grabbed my hips. I could feel the principal of his peter against my shit as he eased forward. It was already stretched a bit from pulling out the plug, and he slid in passably easily. Susan had been fucking my ass, but the flesh and origin dick felt unlike. He pressed in until I could feel his clod slap my ass.

"darn. Nice to go real deep. amend than I could get with her mouth."

Dave started dumb, building up speeding, shoving his pecker deep into my ass with each stroke, holding my hips tight to guide it. He went faster and faster and I almost forgot it was a guy fucking my ass, until with a groan, he pulled my articulatio coxae tight against him with his pecker as far in me as he could get it. I felt it throbbing and recognise 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 young woman came at the same time."

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

"lady friend, 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 can and wash it off."

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

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

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

Mike fucked my ass, then Dave fucked me again, then Mike once more. Finally they seemed satisfied. I kind of curled up in a ball naked, sitting up on the bed. Dave and Mike put their clothes back on.

"Good Nox, girls. We'll see you again adjacent week."

"Next workweek ?"

"bitch. You want us to restrain tranquillity, then you can put out."

They left and Susan locked the room access behind them. She came over and sat side by side to me on the bed and held me in her weaponry. She rocked me back and Forth River for a piece, until I relaxed, then gently and sweetly made lovemaking to me. No Thomas More ass activeness that night. My ass had already had a exercise. But she stroked my body, caressed my boob, then took my minuscule dick up into her puss and I fucked her, before we curled up together and went to sleep.

I was nervous at work on Monday, but no one seemed to act any dissimilar, except Dave and 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 Fri Nox were a rematch of the first one, with Dave and Mike getting sucked off then fucking my ass a dyad of times. The terrible affair was, I was getting off on it physically, even though I hated it emotionally. After that third base week, Susan and I were lying in bed together.

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

"How do we do that ?"

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

"Go to work dressed as a woman ?"

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

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

"That's my girl."

We talked to HR on Monday, and starting Tuesday, I came to work dressed as a cleaning lady. Dave and mike were puzzled, then angry when Susan told them they could feel somebody else to fuck over. I'd been going to Browning automatic rifle and clubs dressed this way, so it wasn't much dissimilar going to form this way. nearly of the women seemed glad for me and I had no problems using the woman's restroom.

Everything seemed to get back back down, and Susan and I seemed happy and loving together at plate 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 love Susan. I was disappointed but we did still make a sex sprightliness. Finally Susan decided to address the issue.

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

"So what do we do ?"

"Change it out. bear surgery. change over from a useless pecker 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 char. You live as a cleaning woman. You can't create dear 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 peter that doesn't."

"Married ? After ?"

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

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

I had to start up out dilating it four times a day to keep it stretched out properly, and it hurt like hell doing it. dilatation is essentially taking a dildo, lubing it and sticking it in my vagina. The tissues there had been totally reworked and were recovering from that, which is why everything hurt so much. It felt uncanny thought in terms of having a vagina. No, my tool 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 medico told me it was essential, so I kept at it. It happened slowly decent that I didn't card it but slowly, it quit hurting as I dilated. What shocked me was the day I stuck my dilator in and it felt good for the first of all sentence.

I took it tardily and easy - I didn't want to mess up anything up. I eased the dilator in and out of my pussy, and instead of the pain I once felt, I now felt pleasure. I began rocking my hips back and forth as I slowly and gently fucked myself with the dilator, until I leaned back, arched my vertebral column and had a wide-cut on orgasm, like cypher 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 protrude to ingest some fun.

We both returned to work shortly after that. I still had to take it light and walked for example and to dilute all those thing out. At oeuvre, some of the char hugged and kissed me. Yeah, there were a few who were cold, but that always happens.

We made program for a small wedding and Susan and I went out shopping for wedding frock. I wore a lacy bloodless frock, which came down just below the knees, while Susan wore a silky ovalbumin garb. I remember looking in the mirror at how I looked, which was grand, but then thinking back to the nerdy guy I'd once been. I'd gained something, but I shed a tear over what I'd lost on the way.

looking back, I know that Susan had this all planned from the source. She picked a guy who would be so thankful for her erotic love and tenderness that he wouldn't balk at the easy steady lowly changes. By the sentence the changes became material, I was so far along, it was almost impossible to go back. It is done. I am who I am now, and I am hers and she is mine. The Jaime I was before is absolutely. Jaime, the girl, is carrying on as best she can .