My name is Jaime, and this is my story. I was always slight of flesh, with touchy features. I seemed to top out at about 5'4"and 130 Sudanese pound with a face that looked like it could be either a boy or a girl. When puberty hit, I didn't get the body hair that almost of the other son got. I desperately hoped for a face fungus, but could never get more than a few stray hairs or patches of hair, generally pretty unsightly. Though long hair was variety of stylish, I kept mine short. Too many hoi polloi thought I was a girl as it was.

I tried being one of the cat, but all the former boys seemed interest in was motorcar, sports, hunting, fishing, shooter, and making ill-bred comments about girls. When I wasn't as macho as some of the former boys, some of them started calling me a faggot, and asking me to lactate their cock. I decided I really didn't pauperism that kind of shit, and I was interested in daughter, not boys.

I ended up hanging out more with the girls, though none of them had any interest in me. At least they were friendly and almost of them were not abusive like the boy were. A few times, I had girls start calling me public figure, but the others girls told them to shut the fuck up. I became the ‘ safe boy'the one they could talk to when their boyfriends hurt them. They could cry on my shoulder, hug me, and kiss me on the nerve. I was dependable, because I knew my place. I was not going to relieve oneself out with them, and I certainly had no chance of fucking them.

After high schooltime, I started residential area college. My family didn't have much money and I couldn't afford any more than that, besides I was a somewhat average out student - no existent genius. I hung in long enough to get a two twelvemonth degree, then my money and stake ran out. At least that point was enough to help me get an office type job. Given my lack of muscle, I sure didn't want to do physical labor.

I found myself doing customer Robert William Service work - hardly thrilling, but it was true work in a nice air conditioned bureau. Most of my co-workers were woman, and a bunch of the men there were gay. I ended up hanging with the char, practically 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 luck was to always be the guy who adult female see as a Friend, but never as a lover. Then something happened to alter that. Looking back at everything that happened, I wonder if I had it to do over again, knowing what would fall out as a result, what I would do. I honestly don't know. I wanted passion and to be wanted and needed, but the price was to a greater extent than I'd have been easy with.

Susan joined the company and became region of the group of cleaning woman I hung with. Susan was about 24, compared to my 21, with a passably face, and she carried herself with a common sense of self trust. She was about my height, but with Nice curve, shoulder distance brown hair's-breadth, a smiling that could melt hearts, along with c-cup breasts.

At commencement, she seemed much like the others, then slowly matter began to change. When she hugged me, the hugs seemed to be longer and somehow more inner. She seemed to be physically closer to me than any of the other women were. I never wanted to get my hopes up only to be disappointed, so I variety 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 net to go out. In my case, I wanted the company. Hanging with the charwoman was far better than sitting in my diminutive studio flat by myself watching cable TV, which is what I did all too often.

One Friday evening, it was getting to be eleven or so, and the mathematical group had melted down to me, Susan and one early woman. Susan seemed to be talking mostly to me, hanging on me, and laughing at everything I said. After a piddling bit, the other womanhood 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 berth, as we watched her.

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

"It doesn't bother me. One dark, one of the womanhood said, ‘ No crime intended, but you're just like one of the missy ’."

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

"Was that terrible ?'

"No ! It was great."

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

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

"You've had a bit to consider about it. How should you react ?"

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

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

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

"Aren't I a char ?"

"Yes. I didn't mean…"

"And didn't I kiss you ?"

"Yes. And it was great."

I felt nervous and looked sheepish, as she looked at me with a little half smiling on her face.

"I'd love life to feature you teach me to kiss."

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

"Provided ?"

"Provided you understand that I am in charge."

"Sure. Absolutlely."

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

"okay. I'll do it."

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

I'd never had a woman invite me to her blank space. I'd never had one willing to get along to my place - for any reasonableness, even an unacquainted one. Here was this gorgeous woman, inviting me to come to her lieu, and hinting we could kiss, and maybe even more. At that peak I'd have sold my individual for that chance, and in one mother wit I guess I did.

Her place was close by, a courteous piffling one sleeping accommodation apartment with a prosperous sofa in the living room. She invited me to sit down and asked me if I'd like a trash of wine. The mathematical group had largely been drinking wine-coloured that nighttime, and I'd been drinking it as well, so I accepted. Susan poured shabu of wine for both her and I and came over to sit by me on the sofa.

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

"Different women like different matter, but for the most percentage, we don't want you to simply glue your mouth to ours and try to stuff your natural language down our throats. Be sweet-flavored, take it a little slower. Let me demonstrate."

She leaned forward and pulled me finisher to her, then first just brushed her brim against mine, then again a bit firmer. She kept at it, from different slant, with varying firmness, even using her spit to brush my sass. 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 lock lips unvoiced and she'd have a quick swipe of her lingua deeper in my back talk. I sat there kissing her, thinking nothing could be better than this. She stopped and leaned back, which disappointed me.

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

"I will, you bet I will."

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

"Kinky ? How kinky ?"

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

"Well… I…"

"Yes or no."

"Yes."

"Then unbutton my top."

I couldn't believe she was asking me to unbutton her top, but I was for certain not going to call into question it. I reached out and with shaky finger's breadth began to undo the buttons. It was a Light Within blue angel and came down to her waist, but did not tuck in her skirt, though it didn't show any midriff. In spite of my fumbling, I got all the button undone. She leaned forward, with her arms back slightly.

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

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

"Can you unhook my bra ?"

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

"Massage my spinal column where the straps were. Firmly but tenderly."

I rubbed across her rachis where the principal straps had been and could see some red marks from wearing the bra.

"Go up also."

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

"The berm, and up into the neck."

My hands aren't that substantial, but I began to massage her shoulder and her neck. I kept at it until my hands began to tire. Finally, she turned toward me and I got my showtime proficient look at her knocker. Sure I'd seen photo of boob, but this was the kickoff time I'd seen any in person with my own middle. I think my lip hung give from the shock absorber. She kissed me again.

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

I could see my hands shaking as I reached for her boobs with both helping hand. She smiled as I put my work force on them and rubbed my quarter round across the nipples. I gently squeezed them and slowly pulled away tugging at the teat. Susan moaned and closed her center as I slowly worked her dummy over, marveling at how warm and soft they felt and how good it felt to play with them. The tit were intemperately and she moaned every time I touched them.

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

If this is what she meant by doing what she tells me, I felt I couldn't ever argue with her. I leaned forward, taking the mammilla of her the right way breast in my lips, kissing and sucking on it as I continued to play with her former breast with my right deal. Susan leaned back on the lounge as I kissed and sucked on her dummy, switching back and Forth from the right to go out and second again repeatedly.

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

I was so eager to do that, I actually ripped a push button loose in my fury. I had a tee shirt under my shirt and pulled it off as well. Then I pulled her to me feeling her business 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 mitt around to razz her allow for boob or what I could get at of it.

"tie-up up."

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

"Unzip my skirt."

At this decimal point I was so far into terra incognita that I wasn't even nervous any more. I reached out unmake the push button at the top of her dame, then unzipped it. I let go of the slide fastener and the skirt fell to the floor at her feet. She stepped out of her skirt and kicked off her skid, so she was now only in her panties in front man of me.

"take off your pants."

I kicked off my shoes, not even bothering to untie them, then undid my whang, unzipped my pants, let them return to my 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 prospicient fourth dimension, shifting positions, sometimes side by side, sometimes me on top, and sometimes her. At one full point she rolled off me, and stopped me from rolling onto her. She lifted her hips off the bed.

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

I pulled her panty down, and as I did she dropped her hips back to the bed and lifted her animal foot 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 deliver me in her, but instead she pulled my head down to her pussycat and spread her legs. She was completely shaved down there and her pussycat was receptive in front of me.

I stuck my tongue out and licked her pussy from the buttocks to the top. As I reached the top, her clit peeked out from the plica, just a little bit. I took the little nub between my brim and sucked on it, as she gasped and pushed her pussy into my aspect. Her slit lips spread undecided further and her clit stuck out more. I stuck my knife into her incision and kissed licked and sucked on her pussy and clit like there was no tomorrow. I felt like if I died that night, my life would have been complete.

She moaned and wrapped her legs around my neck, 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 pussy over. She rocked back and Forth, then arched her back, grabbing my head in her hired hand and holding it so close to her that I could barely breathe. Her juice 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 cervix tight with her ramification. 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 back talk and face.

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

She lifted up on my coxa and I lifted them off her. She reached down, grabbed my putz and guided it into her pussy. I was a little interest, 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 fantastic. Do it boy. Fuck me."

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

"Do it. Faster. Harder."

I pumped away, enjoying it, and feeling that if I never got another probability, it was still more than worth it. I realized I was about to come, and told her. In the meantime, she'd wrapped her wooden leg around my waist and as I started to get along, force me cryptical inside her. I collapsed onto her, almost unconscious from the tone. As I regained my signified, I looked at her, and kissed her.

"God, I love you Susan."

"And if you can be a secure boy and do what you're told, there's a lot more to total. Unless you're just glad fucking me once, then never again."

"I want to do this with you for a yearn fourth dimension to come."

I woke up the succeeding dayspring in bed with my head word on her shoulder, with my sass near her breast. For just a second, I wondered if live on dark and the sunrise had just been theatrical role of some fantastic wet dreaming. Susan woke up and stroked my headspring. I looked up at her and we kissed.

For days after that, we went back to her place and made love at night. Since we had to go to work on well-nigh break of the day, she told me I could bring some of my dress over for when I stayed the night, which now seemed to be every night. After a couple of week, I simply moved in and let my studio apartment go. I contributed to the rent at her post. Slowly the change began.

"Those tighty whities you wear are horrible. outset, white undershorts are so last millennium, and second they've started to turn grey. We need to get you something new and pretty."

"Pretty ?"

"Something to create you see sexy."

"Like what ?"

"I want you to wear some nice panties."

"You mean like… ?"

"That's exactly what I mean."

"I can't wear panties."

"Why not ?"

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

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

"No, but…"

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

"It doesn't flavor right."

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

We went out shopping and she bought me several twosome of panty, all very womanly. I was concerned about how I'd hold back my penis in the scanty. It's modest, but there isn't much way in the genitals. She took me to a specialty store and bought me a gaff to tuck my dick out of the way. The woman there explained in particular how to use it. I was embarrassed, but listened.

I asked the clerk how she knew so a lot about putting on a gaff and she said she wore one before her operation. I think my eyes about bugged out of my head. She kissed me on the 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 panties to work as well as at nursing home and whenever we went out together. I felt Weird as shit at first, but after a while, it just began to sense normal. One evening Susan and I were at base and she was shaving around her slit, and using hair remotion cream on her peg. 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 filthy hair off your ramification. You don't have as much as most guys, but I don't like hairsbreadth on you any more than I like it on me."

"But…"

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

"If people know…"

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

"No one."

"Then who else will know ? And militant male natator shave all their organic structure hair. It isn't just women. Besides, you know our deal."

She used the ointment on my subdivision and legs and that pathetic amount of pectus pilus I had. Then she got her razor and shaved my underarms and around my putz and balls. Again, it felt weird at first, then I kind of got used to it. Now my smooth consistency and her fluid body rubbed together and I felt sensations that had been slightly blocked by the hair.

Meantime our sex biography was still going outstanding guns. We fucked nearly every night, except when she had her flow, and even then we did plenty shortstop of fucking. Before retentive she decided she wanted to add another twist to our love making. Susan had or got a strap-on and wanted to fuck 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 outdoors game and yours off terminal point ?"

"Isn't that gay ?"

"cipher that a man and cleaning woman do together in bed is gay. It's only gay if you do it with another man or I do it with another woman."

She had me get on my manus and human knee on the bed. Susan got behind me with the strap-on.

"looking, I'll use mess of lubricator on it so it's more comfortable for you."

In my nervousness, I think my ass tightened up considerably, but she didn't flush. She lubed a fingerbreadth and eased it in. Once it was moving easily in my ass, she stuck in a second fingerbreadth. That was a short tougher, but slowly I relaxed and it moved okay. She pulled her fingerbreadth out and began to ease the strap-on into my ass. I thought it would feel horrible, but in fact, it wasn't that bad.

She slowly eased the thing all the way in, then eased it nearly out before sliding back in again. Before long she had a adept regular recurrence going and I could feel the fake tool fucking my ass. I just tried to relax and let it happen to take in Susan felicitous. I didn't even notice 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 stay fresh it in there as I almost collapsed from the sexual climax. 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 somebody who was loth enjoyed it a lot more than he thought he would ?"

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

After a few weeks, Susan came menage with what appeared to be a pointed mushroom-shaped cloud with a glass jewel on the end. It was a cigaret plug and she had two, one pink and one bluing.

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

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

Susan said she had some pills that would help conquer my body and facial hair's-breadth, and she had me pop out taking them every day. Sure enough, I noticed I was getting lupus erythematosus hair's-breadth, particularly on my face, and the body hair was lighter and finer. After a few calendar week, I noticed my teat getting a lot more sensitive. The ring of color seemed to get larger as well. I didn't understand and mentioned something to her.

When I took off my shirt, she ran her hands over my teat and I felt almost electric shocks of pleasure. I know that doesn't make sensory faculty, but that's the lonesome way I can describe it. She stroked my mamilla as I just lay back and was astounded by the sense experience. She then put her lips on one nipple and began sucking on it. I thought I was going to levitate off the bed. I couldn't have even imagined that having a woman touch and suck my nipples could feel so sound. I didn't come like spurting, but I felt rolling waving of pleasure going through my body.

phonograph needle to say, , we now had something new to add to our sex looseness. Later she told me she'd checked and found that was one of the side effects of the tablet that inhibited hair. Only months later did I realize she'd lied to me. I was taking internal secretion that blocked male hormones and supplied female internal secretion. Before farsighted, I began to raise boobs.

Susan dismissed that, saying pile of men had man-boobs. It was goose egg strange. well, no it wasn't unusual for men taking internal secretion to modulation to female. Before long I easily had a-cup boobs, and had to wear tight tee shirts to keep my boobs hidden at work. Every now and then soul would gift me a funny look, but no one at oeuvre ever said anything.

One Friday night, we went menage before going out.

"Jaime, dearest. I was you to dress up duplicate special for me this evening. We aren't going out with the common chemical group. It'll just be you and me some home different."

"okay. What do you want me to wear out ?"

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

I undressed, with my footling boobs kind of dangling, which embarrassed me. As she walked by, she stopped and kissed each booby in turn. She produced a bra which would not concord her boobs, but was the right size 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 aid me fasten it. She then produced a pink slipover top and had me put it on. I was starting to get restless. She came up to me, stroked my trunk 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 oeuvre folks don't go."

She put a bird on me that didn't quite come to my knees. She then sat me down and painted my fingernails a brightly red. She then plucked my eyebrows slightly to shape them, and made up my face. I sat there in electric shock as she did this. Base, eyeliner, eye vestige, lipstick - if I looked like I was even going to protest, she put her finger to my sass to hush me. Finally she pulled a blond wig out of her water closet and put it on me.

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

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

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

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

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

I looked in the mirror and I didn't realize me. I saw a moderately blond girl, dressed to drink down. Back in the day I'd have killed to get that little 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 former side of townsfolk and almost obliterate. We walked in and I didn't pick out a bingle person there, and was very relieved. As I looked about, I noticed that near of the guys were dancing with other Guy, and nearly of the women danced with other womanhood. Susan noticed my looking around, smiled, and stroked my principal before kissing me.

"Don't trouble honey. Most of the guy wire here won't have any interest in you - at least as long as they think you're a girl. Just make sure if you go to the privy, to use the woman's."

I hadn't even thought that far ahead, but realized I sure didn't want to take the air in a men's way dressed like this. We found a table and got some deglutition. We sipped our potable, and with a little alcoholic beverage, I was starting to unlax. A very masculine looking womanhood came over to our table.

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

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

"Damn girl. You better keep a tight hold on Jaime, or I'll bargain 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 attention to me. Now that I appeared to be a char, half the women in this place seem to want me. I said something to Susan about it.

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

After we'd had a beverage 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 dull bit came on and Susan slow danced with me. I let her Pb. I'm not a secure enough dancer to guide.

That identification number ended and another slow identification 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 hand all over my ass while we danced. At the end of the number she gave me a passionate buss and felt up my boobs. I turned to go back to Susan, and another cleaning lady grabbed me.

"Hey honey, dance with me."

"I have to get back to…"

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

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

"Okay, bitch. You've had your fun. Jaime's taken, so go find person else."

The womanhood glared at Susan who stood her ground. various early women and men gathered around. As they were facing off, a female chucker-out grabbed the former cleaning woman's arm.

"Okay Charlotte. Go back and play with your friends. We aren't going to birth any trouble here now, are we ?"

Charlotte glared at the chucker-out, then at Susan, and stomped off away from us. Susan and I went back to our tabular array and got another drink. A piddling later, I saw Charlotte leave with another woman. 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 recognize how to handle her."

The bouncer looked me over very carefully.

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

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

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

"You pass real well, honey."

"Tha… thanks."

"So is she going all the way ?"

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

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

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

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

At the mall, there was a nail salon. Susan dragged me in there for a pedicure. They massaged my feet, cleaned off the callosity, trimmed and shaped my toenails, then painted them. We gave it a little time to dry, then walked the mall and went clothes shopping. Susan bought me a few more little girl turnout. I had to go in the fair sex's grooming way to try on some of the clothes and once I'd done it a few clip, it didn't even matter.

We had to pee, and Susan walked me into the women's restroom. I'd been in the women's room net night at the bar, but it felt dissimilar at the mall. I had to pee though, so I did it, washed my workforce and left.

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

"Hey, baby. I'd sure as shooting love to get my hands on that ass. You bet."

"Take it easy and just ignore him. He's trying to get a procession out of you."

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

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

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

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

"Please don't make me go to act upon 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 savage side."

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

We went to another bar, and while it didn't have the gay men and women of the other place, no one seemed to care about two fair sex dancing together. We went home after and had to a greater extent raging sex.

Monday first light, Susan helped me pick off my makeup and took the polish up off my fingernails. I wanted her to lead off the toenail refinement but she refused.

"Jaime, dear, you aren't going to take off your skid and socks at employment. No one will jazz you have polish on your toenails. Besides it looks so pretty."

That kind of set the timbre for how life went for a while. Susan dressed me up as a young lady for out weekends, and I kept toenail refinement on, just as I did my scanty, bottom fireplug, and gaff. Generally when we went out, Susan would tell any hombre who approached us that we were on a miss's night and weren't looking for society. Usually that was enough to drive off well-nigh of them. Bouncers took charge of the rest. We went back to the gay bar and hung with the lesbians pretty regularly, but not every weekend.

My dumbbell kept growing until I was a b-cup. I really had to work at it to hide them while at workplace. I started wearing a binder on my chest while I was there. In some room I began to feel loose eve 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 pass up, but once in a piece she'd suggest we just dance with the guys for a terpsichore or two, just to make it loose to get rid of them. dissolute dances were bang-up, but particularly at first, I was uncomfortable slow dancing with a guy. I did it to produce Susan well-chosen, because she did plenty of things to make me happy.

One Night we were at a club, and during a slow saltation, the guy was groping me and feeling me up all over. He grabbed my ass, my titty, and even down over my groin. Thank God for my gaff that made my dick disappear. Susan told me how angry bozo might get if they found I had a shaft. At the end of the dance, he kissed me and continued to grope me until I could break away from him.

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

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

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

"Got a ripe 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 buss. And shouldn't everyone have a prospect to see the tangible you ?"

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

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

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

"What's it worth to you to have us keep your hugger-mugger ?"

"I don't really have a good deal money."

"There's early things you could do."

Susan decided to jump into the conversation at this point.

"Boys, this is not the spot to discuss this. Let's go back to our home and we can knead this out as friends."

Dave and Mike had come out in one car, and Susan and I in another. Since Dave and microphone didn't know where we lived, I rode with Dave, giving him directions, while Mike rode with Susan.

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

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

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

"You know, son, she has literal boobs - small ones, but kind of nice. Would you like to see them and touch them ?"

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

"darn, girlfriend. You been hiding son of a bitch from us."

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

"That was gracious for the prelim, but let's get down to business."

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

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

I could taste a petty of his precum on his dick, as I slowly took the shaft into my mouth until I almost gagged. I closed my center and pretended it was Susan with her strap-on. At to the lowest degree I tried to. The feel was different, the taste was different, and Dave moaned as I pistoned his dick in and out of my mouth. To keep from choking on it, I put my paw around the theme of his dick and rubbed it as I worked on the sleep of it.

Dave's groan and moan became louder and more frequent until he grabbed my capitulum and pulled it to him. I almost choked as his pecker went down my throat, particularly when he came in a corking outpouring right into my throat.

"Swallow it, bitch."

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

"You're a good piffling tool all-day sucker, girl."

microphone was side by side, and it went pretty much the like. I hoped after sucking them off that they'd be felicitous and let it go. But both of them insisted on fucking my ass as well. Dave had recovered first and unzipped my dame and pulled it off. He took my panties off, but my gaff covered my asshole, so he pulled that off too. My lilliputian putz popped loose.

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

Dave tugged at my butt plug 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 bankrupt her or ache her. And gently, male child, gently."

Susan produced the lube and Dave smeared it on his tool and around my mother fucker. I got down on my hands and knee joint, like I do for Susan, when she fucks my ass. Dave came up behind me and grabbed my hips. I could palpate the head of his dick against my asshole as he eased forward. It was already stretched a bit from pulling out the sparking plug, and he slid in pretty easily. Susan had been fucking my ass, but the flesh and lineage cock felt different. He pressed in until I could feel his balls slap my ass.

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

Dave started slow, building up pep pill, shoving his dick oceanic abyss into my ass with each apoplexy, holding my 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 hawkshaw 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 little girl came at the Sami time."

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

"girl, you ought to lick it clean."

I was appalled, then Susan spoke up.

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

Dave looked disappointed and sat down as microphone 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 peter 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 form of curled up in a ball naked, sitting up on the bed. Dave and mike put their wearing apparel back on.

"Good night, young woman. We'll see you again next week."

"Next week ?"

"beef. You want us to hold back silence, then you can put out."

They left and Susan locked the threshold behind them. She came over and sat adjacent to me on the bed and held me in her blazon. She rocked me back and forth for a while, until I relaxed, then gently and sweetly made love to me. No to a greater extent ass legal action that nighttime. My ass had already had a physical exertion. But she stroked my trunk, caressed my boobs, then took my little dick up into her pussycat and I fucked her, before we curled up together and went to sleep.

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

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

The following two Friday nights were a rematch of the first one, with Dave and Mike getting sucked off then fucking my ass a mates of times. The terrible thing was, I was getting off on it physically, even though I hated it emotionally. After that third week, Susan and I were lying in bed together.

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

"How do we do that ?"

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

"Go to operate dressed as a adult female ?"

"What's unfit, fucking the two of them every calendar week, or dressing as a womanhood at employment ?"

"I don't precaution for either pick, but I'll go to mould as a womanhood, 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 mold dressed as a woman. Dave and microphone were puzzled, then angry when Susan told them they could notice someone else to fuck over. I'd been going to BAR and guild dressed this way, so it wasn't lots different going to turn this way. almost of the womanhood seemed felicitous for me and I had no problems using the women's restroom.

Everything seemed to settle back down, and Susan and I seemed felicitous and loving together at home and going out together. As clip passed, I found it became hard for me to get a hard on, or to keep it long enough to fuck Susan. I was disappointed but we did still make a sex life story. Finally Susan decided to address the issue.

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

"So what do we do ?"

"variety it out. Have OR. swap from a useless peter to a pussycat that we could both use."

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

"Why not ? You dress as a woman. You live as a woman. You can't make lovemaking like a man anymore. Get a pussycat that we can both enjoy."

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

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

"Married ? After ?"

"After. You got compile holiday 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 track, she had already been checking out MD. We scheduled it and the two of us went together. Susan held my handwriting 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 out dilating it four multiplication a day to stay fresh it stretched out properly, and it hurt like hell doing it. Dilation is essentially taking a dildo, lubing it and sticking it in my vagina. The tissues there had been totally reworked and were recovering from that, which is why everything hurt so much. It felt weird thinking in full term of having a vagina. No, my dick had been largely non-functional, but it was still a dick.

Susan was with me nigh of the meter during retrieval, comforting me, kissing me, and caring for me. I hated the dilatation, but Susan and the medico told me it was requisite, so I kept at it. It happened slowly enough that I didn't posting 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 fourth dimension.

I took it slow and loose - I didn't want to mess anything up. I eased the dilater in and out of my slit, and instead of the infliction I once felt, I now felt pleasure. I began rocking my hips back and forth as I slowly and gently fucked myself with the dilator, until I leaned back, arched my back and had a full on orgasm, like nothing I'd ever felt before.

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

We both returned to forge shortly after that. I still had to take it tardily and walked for exercise and to stretch all those matter out. At work, some of the adult female 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 dresses. I wore a lacy white wearing apparel, which came down just below the knee, while Susan wore a silky white dress. I remember looking in the mirror at how I looked, which was marvelous, but then thinking back to the nerdy guy I'd once been. I'd gained something, but I shed a tear over what I'd lost on the way.

Looking back, I know that Susan had this all planned from the commencement. She picked a guy who would be so grateful for her love and affection that he wouldn't balk at the dull steady diminished alteration. By the time 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 abruptly. Jaime, the female child, is carrying on as easily she can .