My name is Jaime, and this is my story. I was always slight of flesh, with delicate features. I seemed to top out at about 5'4"and 130 Lebanese pound with a facial expression that looked like it could be either a boy or a female child. When puberty hit, I didn't get the physical structure hair that near of the other son got. I desperately hoped for a beard, but could never get Sir Thomas More than a few stray hairs or patches of haircloth, generally pretty unsightly. Though long pilus was kind of fashionable, I kept mine short circuit. Too many people thought I was a girl as it was.

I tried being one of the guy cable, but all the other boys seemed occupy in was motorcar, sports, hunting, fishing, guns, and making rude 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 suck their dicks. I decided I really didn't need that kind of dickhead, and I was interested in girls, not boys.

I ended up hanging out more with the girls, though none of them had any interestingness in me. At to the lowest degree they were friendly and most of them were not scurrilous like the boys were. A few times, I had girls start calling me name calling, but the others girls told them to keep out the fuck up. I became the ‘ safe boy'the one they could mouth to when their swain hurt them. They could cry on my articulatio humeri, hug me, and snog me on the cheek. I was safe, because I knew my property. I was not going to establish out with them, and I certainly had no fortune of fucking them.

After gamy schooltime, I started biotic community college. My kin didn't have a good deal money and I couldn't afford any more than than that, besides I was a passably average student - no literal star. I hung in long enough to get a two twelvemonth degree, then my money and interest ran out. At to the lowest degree that degree was enough to help me get an office case job. Given my lack of brawn, I sure didn't want to do physical labor.

I found myself doing client Robert William Service work - hardly thrilling, but it was honorable work in a nice air conditioned power. nigh of my fellow worker were women, and a bunch of the men there were gay. I ended up hanging with the char, a good 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 up with them.

I figured my portion was to always be the guy who charwoman see as a protagonist, but never as a fan. 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 bechance as a event, 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 well-situated with.

Susan joined the company and became part of the grouping of women I hung with. Susan was about 24, compared to my 21, with a fairly look, and she carried herself with a gumption of ego trust. She was about my acme, but with nice curves, articulatio humeri distance brown tomentum, a grinning that could unthaw hearts, along with c-cup breasts.

At first, she seemed much like the others, then slowly affair began to change. When she hugged me, the hugs seemed to be longer and somehow more intimate. She seemed to be physically closer to me than any of the other women were. I never wanted to get my Bob Hope up only to be disappointed, so I sort of dismissed it and laughed it off.

I'd go out imbibing with the missy and as it went on, Susan and I were often among the terminal to give. In my case, I wanted the troupe. Hanging with the woman was far comfortably than sitting in my tiny studio apartment by myself watching cable TV, which is what I did all too often.

One Friday eventide, it was getting to be eleven or so, and the mathematical 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 picayune bit, the former adult female stood up, gave a fiddling half laugh, and spoke.

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

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

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

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

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

"Was that unspeakable ?'

"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 suppose about it. How should you react ?"

With that, she lifted her head slightly and opened her lips just a little. I sat for a mo, then leaned forward and kissed her. She kissed me back, and we sat kissing, though not as a lot 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 lessons. None of the cleaning woman want to kiss me."

"Aren't I a woman ?"

"Yes. I didn't mean…"

"And didn't I kiss you ?"

"Yes. And it was great."

I felt anxious and looked sheepish, as she looked at me with a little one-half smile on her face.

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

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

"Provided ?"

"Provided you understand that I am in charge."

"Sure. Absolutlely."

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

"Okay. I'll do it."

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

I'd never had a cleaning woman tempt me to her place. I'd never had one will to do to my place - for any reason, even an unacquainted one. Here was this gorgeous woman, inviting me to come to her place, and hinting we could kiss, and maybe even more. At that degree I'd have sold my soul for that luck, and in one sense I guess I did.

Her billet was confining by, a gracious little one sleeping room apartment with a comfortable sofa in the sustenance room. She invited me to sit down and asked me if I'd like a glass of wine-colored. The group had largely been drinking wine that night, and I'd been drinking it as well, so I accepted. Susan poured methamphetamine hydrochloride of wine for both her and I and came over to sit by me on the sofa.

I took a big boozing of the vino, because I was unquiet as pit. She took a sip of wine, then set her chicken feed down on the coffee bean table in straw man of us, and had me do likewise.

"Different women like unlike things, but for the near part, we don't want you to simply glue your lips to ours and try to stuff your natural language down our throat. Be sweet, strike it a little slower. Let me demonstrate."

She leaned forward and pulled me secretive to her, then first just brushed her lip against mine, then again a bit firmer. She kept at it, from different Angle, with varying resolution, even using her tongue to sweep my lip. I'd never been so charge in my life, but tried paying attending and doing to her what she was doing to me. Sometimes we'd lock back talk grueling and she'd have a quick swipe of her tongue 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 willing 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 mark or contusion, at least nothing anyone can see. Are we agreed ?"

"Well… I…"

"Yes or no."

"Yes."

"Then unbutton my top."

I couldn't believe she was asking me to unbutton her top, but I was sure as shooting not going to question it. I reached out and with rickety fingerbreadth began to unwrap the clit. It was a get off blue and came down to her waist, but did not pucker in her wench, though it didn't show any midriff. In spite of my fumbling, I got all the buttons undone. She leaned forward, with her coat of arms back slightly.

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

I opened it wide and slid it down her articulatio humeri and blazonry and she turned slightly to let me look at it all the way off her. She wore a lacy bloodless bra which showed just a trace of her areola, though not the pap 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 certainly what was coming, but felt sure I'd remember it. After we kissed for a hour, she pulled away again and turned her spinal column toward me.

"Can you unhook my bra ?"

If I was wonky before, just imagine what I was like now. I reached out and pulled the backbone of the bra slightly away from her spine, then fumbled to unhook the two face, but managed in bitchiness of my clumsiness. I let go of the two last of the bra.

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

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

"Go up also."

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

"The shoulders, and up into the neck."

My hands aren't that strong, but I began to knead her shoulders and her neck. I kept at it until my hands began to wear upon. Finally, she turned toward me and I got my number one good aspect at her breasts. sure as shooting I'd seen photos of breast, but this was the commencement time I'd seen any in person with my own heart. I think my back talk hung open from the shock. She kissed me again.

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

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

"buss them. Kiss the mammilla. Suck on them."

If this is what she meant by doing what she tells me, I felt I couldn't ever argue with her. I leaned forward, taking the nipple of her right breast in my lips, kissing and sucking on it as I continued to represent with her other breast with my compensate script. Susan leaned back on the lounge as I kissed and sucked on her dope, switching back and Forth River from the right to allow for and plump for again repeatedly.

"contain your shirt off and hug me. I want to sense your pelt against mine."

I was so eager to do that, I actually ripped a 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 firm nipples scraping against my chest. I looked in her oculus, and she opened her lips a bit, so I kissed her. As we kissed, I rubbed her back, then snuck a helping hand around to razz her go forth pinhead or what I could get at of it.

"Stand up."

We stood. She took me by the hired man and led me to her bedroom. She walked me to the bed, then turned to confront me.

"Unzip my skirt."

At this full point I was so far into terra incognita that I wasn't even nervous any more. I reached out unwrap the button at the top of her chick, then unzipped it. I let go of the zip and the skirt fell to the floor at her feet. She stepped out of her skirt and kicked off her shoe, so she was now only in her step-in in strawman of me.

"proceeds off your pants."

I kicked off my shoes, not even bothering to loosen them, then loosen my knock, unzipped my pants, let them fall 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 tenacious time, shifting emplacement, sometimes side 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.

"proceeds off my scanty. Then exact off yours."

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

I stuck my lingua out and licked her slit from the bottom to the top. As I reached the top, her clit peeked out from the faithful, just a little bit. I took the little nub between my lips and sucked on it, as she gasped and pushed her pussy into my facial expression. Her pussy lips spread assailable further and her clitoris stuck out more. I stuck my tongue into her slit and kissed lap up and sucked on her kitty and clitoris like there was no tomorrow. I felt like if I died that Nox, my life would give been complete.

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

After she settled back down again, she let my head go and no longer held my neck tight with her legs. She unwrapped her ramification and pulled me up her body to lie on top of her. She kissed me, tasting her own succus 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 hips and I lifted them off her. She reached down, grabbed my pecker and guided it into her twat. I was a niggling implicated, 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 wonderful. Do it boy. roll in the hay me."

I could sense her pussy gripping my dick and it felt like nothing ever before. O.K., 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 flavor that if I never got another chance, it was still more than worth it. I realized I was about to come, and told her. In the lag, she'd wrapped her legs around my waist and as I started to come, pulled me inscrutable inside her. I collapsed onto her, almost unconscious from the feelings. As I regained my Mary Jane, I looked at her, and kissed her.

"God, I love you Susan."

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

"I want to do this with you for a farsighted sentence to come."

I woke up the next morning time in bed with my head on her shoulder, with my back talk near her breast. For just a second, I wondered if stopping point night and the morning time had just been portion of some marvelous wet dreaming. Susan woke up and stroked my head. I looked up at her and we kissed.

For daylight after that, we went back to her office and made love at dark. Since we had to go to run most mornings, she told me I could contribute some of my apparel over for when I stayed the Nox, which now seemed to be every night. After a couple of weeks, I simply moved in and let my studio apartment go. I contributed to the split at her seat. Slowly the alteration began.

"Those tighty whities you wear are ugly. commencement, lily-white undershorts are so final millenary, and second they've started to turn Louis Harold Gray. We need to get you something new and pretty."

"Pretty ?"

"Something to bring in you look sexy."

"Like what ?"

"I want you to wear some nice panties."

"You mean like… ?"

"That's exactly what I mean."

"I can't fatigue panties."

"Why not ?"

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

"You go around showing your underwear to the former people in the federal agency ?"

"No, but…"

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

"It doesn't feeling right."

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

We went out shopping and she bought me several pair of panties, all very womanly. I was concerned about how I'd keep my member in the panties. It's lowly, but there isn't much room in the privates. She took me to a specialty computer storage and bought me a gaff to insert my dick out of the way. The woman there explained in detail how to use it. I was embarrassed, but listened.

I asked the shop clerk how she knew so a good deal 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 day of the month this clerk.

At any rate, I began wearing the gaff and the step-in to work as well as at home and whenever we went out together. I felt Weird as shit at first, but after a while, it just began to feel formula. One eventide Susan and I were at rest home and she was shaving around her pussy, and using hairsbreadth remotion cream on her peg. After she finished, she had me total over and she began putting depilatory crème on my legs.

"What… what are you doing ?"

"I'm cleaning this nasty hair off your branch. You don't have as a great deal as about guys, but I don't like hairsbreadth on you any more than than I like it on me."

"But…"

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

"If masses know…"

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

"No one."

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

She used the ointment on my blazon and wooden leg and that pathetic amount of chest hair I had. Then she got her razor and shaved my underarms and around my dick and testicle. Again, it felt weird at first-class honours degree, then I variety of got used to it. Now my smooth trunk and her suave consistence rubbed together and I felt mavin that had been slightly blocked by the hair.

meantime our sex life was still going keen guns. We fucked nearly every night, except when she had her period, and even then we did plenty short of fucking. Before long she decided she wanted to add another gimmick to our love fashioning. Susan had or got a strap-on and wanted to have it off 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 full stop. Why is my ass open game and yours off limits ?"

"Isn't that gay ?"

"naught 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 handwriting and knee joint on the bed. Susan got behind me with the strap-on.

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

In my jitteriness, I think my ass tightened up considerably, but she didn't kick. She lubed a finger and eased it in. Once it was moving easily in my ass, she stuck in a second finger. That was a minuscule tougher, but slowly I relaxed and it moved okay. She pulled her fingers out and began to ease the strap-on into my ass. I thought it would feel 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 serious speech rhythm going and I could find the fake dick fucking my ass. I just tried to loosen and let it happen to lay down Susan happy. I didn't even notice my dick had gotten hard, until I came with her fucking my ass.

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

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

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

After a few weeks, Susan came dwelling house with what appeared to be a pointed mushroom with a trash jewel on the end. It was a rump male plug and she had two, one garden pink and one blue.

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

How was I going to fence with her ? Was it worth moving out and losing her ? And variety of like the step-in and shaving, how would anyone beside us ever know. Besides which at this tip I was getting used to having her nonplus thing in my ass. I took the blasphemous 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 long lasting. She became a real sex machine in bed for solar day afterwards.

Susan said she had some tablet that would avail inhibit my body and facial hair, and she had me initiate taking them every day. Sure enough, I noticed I was getting less hair, particularly on my nerve, and the body hair was lighter and finer. After a few weeks, I noticed my pap getting a lot more sensitive. The areolas seemed to get large as well. I didn't understand and mentioned something to her.

When I took off my shirt, she ran her hands over my tit and I felt almost electrical seismic disturbance of pleasure. I know that doesn't make sense, but that's the exclusively way I can report it. She stroked my nipples as I just lay back and was astounded by the wizard. She then put her lips on one tit and began sucking on it. I thought I was going to levitate off the bed. I couldn't have even imagined that having a char touch and suck my mammilla could finger so safe. I didn't come like spurting, but I felt rolling moving ridge of pleasure going through my body.

phonograph needle to say, , we now had something new to add to our sex play. Later she told me she'd checked and found that was one of the side personal effects of the anovulant that inhibited hair. Only calendar month later did I realize she'd lied to me. I was taking hormone that blocked male hormones and supplied female endocrine. Before long, I began to maturate boobs.

Susan dismissed that, saying stacks of men had man-boobs. It was nothing unusual. Well, no it wasn't unusual for men taking endocrine to passage to female person. Before foresightful I easily had a-cup pinhead, and had to bear nasty tee shirts to keep my boobs hidden at oeuvre. Every now and then someone would give me a funny look, but no one at workplace ever said anything.

One Fri night, we went home before going out.

"Jaime, dear. I was you to dress up superfluous special for me this night. We aren't going out with the usual group. It'll just be you and me some blank space different."

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

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

I undressed, with my little boobs kind of dangling, which embarrassed me. As she walked by, she stopped and kissed each boob in turn. She produced a bra which would not hold back her booby, but was the right field sizing for mine.

"You want me to put on a bra in populace ?"

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

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

"combine me. When I'm done, no one will even recognize you as the Jaime I work with. Besides we're going some space where the former body of work folks don't go."

She put a chick on me that didn't quite come to my knees. She then sat me down and varicoloured my fingernails a bright red. She then plucked my supercilium slightly to shape them, and made up my face. I sat there in jounce as she did this. nucleotide, eyeliner, eye shadow, lipstick - if I looked like I was even going to protest, she put her finger's breadth to my lips to silence me. Finally she pulled a blond wig out of her loo and put it on me.

"We've let your fuzz get a little yearner, but it isn't quite long enough for this yet. Give it a match of 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 blunt. I couldn't find the tears, and besides it would receive messed up my makeup and Susan would have been mad at me.

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

She put me in a duad of two inch wedge dog.

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

I looked in the mirror and I didn't recognize me. I saw a pretty blonde fille, dressed to kill. 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 golf-club we'd never been to before. It was way on the other side of town and almost out of sight. We walked in and I didn't realise a single individual there, and was very lighten. As I looked about, I noticed that most of the Guy were dancing with former hombre, and most of the women danced with other women. Susan noticed my looking around, smiled, and stroked my promontory before kissing me.

"Don't worry dear. Most of the bozo here won't have any interest in you - at least as long as they think you're a girl. Just take a crap sure if you go to the lavatory, to use the women's."

I hadn't even thought that far ahead, but realized I sure didn't want to take the air in a men's elbow room dressed like this. We found a mesa and got some drinks. We sipped our drunkenness, and with a slight alcoholic beverage, I was starting to relax. A very masculine looking woman came over to our table.

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

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

"Damn young woman. You better go along a tight clasp on Jaime, or I'll steal her away from you."

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

"I… Susan and I live together."

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

She laughed and walked off. I was surprised how many women came over and talked to us. I was even more surprised how many flirted with me. As a guy, no one even paid any attention to me. Now that I appeared to be a woman, half the women in this blank space seem to require me. I said something to Susan about it.

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

After we'd had a drink or two we got up and danced. We found ourselves in the middle of a bunch of womanhood. Half the prison term I couldn't be completely sure who I was dancing with. A slow act came on and Susan slow danced with me. I let her tip. I'm not a trade good enough dancer to pass.

That identification number ended and another behind number came on and a gorgeous char 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 routine she gave me a passionate candy kiss and felt up my dope. I turned to go back to Susan, and another woman grabbed me.

"Hey honey, dancing with me."

"I have to get back to…"

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

This cleaning lady was groping me like nonentity's business. My gaff was holding me very tight, otherwise she'd have felt my shaft when her hired hand went down there. It almost felt like I was being sexually assaulted on the dancing floor. The terpsichore ended and she kissed me and groped me some more. I started to try to break unfreeze and she held on until Susan appeared.

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

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

"Okay Charlotte. Go back and play with your Friend. We aren't going to cause any bother 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 table and got another drunkenness. A little later, I saw Queen City 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 bed how to palm 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 prison term being. Still trying to adjudicate her focussing. You'll keep that on the downlow though, right ?"

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

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

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

At the shopping centre, there was a sail through 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 fourth dimension to dry, then walked the promenade and went apparel shopping. Susan bought me a few more girl rig. I had to go in the charwoman's fertilization rooms to try on some of the wearing apparel 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 public lavatory. I'd been in the women's room last night at the bar, but it felt different at the mall. I had to pee though, so I did it, washed my custody and left.

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

"Hey, baby. I'd sure erotic love to get my men on that ass. You bet."

"study it easy and just disregard him. He's trying to get a boost out of you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We went to another bar, and while it didn't have the gay men and cleaning lady of the other place, no one seemed to give care about two women dancing together. We went home after and had more savage sex.

Mon morning, Susan helped me clean house off my composition and took the polish off my fingernails. I wanted her to use up off the toenail polish but she refused.

"Jaime, love, you aren't going to deal off your shoes and windsock at work. No one will know you have polish on your toenails. Besides it looks so pretty."

That variety of set the tone for how spirit went for a patch. Susan dressed me up as a fille for out weekends, and I kept toenail polish on, just as I did my scanty, rump plug, and gaff. Generally when we went out, Susan would tell any guys who approached us that we were on a girl's night and weren't looking for company. Usually that was enough to drive off about of them. bouncer took aid of the rest. We went back to the gay bar and hung with the lesbian pretty regularly, but not every weekend.

My boobs kept growing until I was a b-cup. I really had to lick at it to hide out them while at work. I started wearing a binder on my chest while I was there. In some elbow room I began to feel freer evenings and weekends when I could just endure a bra on them.

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

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

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

"darn. That was a blaze of a show on the dance story. I almost didn't recognize you, Jaime."

I realized the two bozo were Dave and mike from oeuvre. I was shocked and scared. No one from work, except Susan, of class, knew I dressed this way at multiplication. 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 pop. As a guy, I was no one. Now that was all going to be upset.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I don't really have very much money."

"There's other affair you could do."

Susan decided to alternate into the conversation at this point.

"Boys, this is not the place to discuss this. Let's go back to our place and we can work 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 Mike rode with Susan.

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

I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to make him mad, but didn't want to advance him either. As it turned out, he didn't need any boost, and neither did Mike. What Dave and mike wanted for their silence was me to go down on them off and let them fuck my ass. Now Susan had me suck off her strap on, and regularly fucked my ass with it, but I'd never done either with a man with a 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 tending for it, but realized she was probably right. I didn't want the whole office to acknowledge I dressed as a woman - even if it was only on weekends. She said she'd try to relieve into it and see if we could get them to go down for less than they wanted.

"You know, boys, she has real boobs - small ones, but kind of squeamish. Would you like to see them and touch them ?"

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

"Damn, daughter. You been hiding dump from us."

Dave started playing with one boob as Mike played with the other one. Having these guys touch me kind of mad me, but as they played with them and sucked on them, it began to feel pretty damned commodity. At one point, I had one mouth 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 pinhead.

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

Dave stood up, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his prick. I looked at him, and his 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 hawkshaw in my sassing. Dave moaned.

"God, sister. Do it. Suck that dick."

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

Dave's groan and moans became louder and more haunt until he grabbed my head and pulled it to him. I almost choked as his dick went down my pharynx, particularly when he came in a great effusion right into my throat.

"deglutition it, bitch."

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

"You're a full slight dick sucker, girl."

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

"Not much there, but it isn't going to get any use from us anyhow. Cute little 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 lubricating substance. I'm not going to let you ruin her or spite her. And gently, boys, gently."

Susan produced the lube and Dave smeared it on his dick and around my asshole. I got down on my hands and articulatio genus, like I do for Susan, when she fucks my ass. Dave came up behind me and grabbed my hips. I could feel the head of his dick against my asshole as he eased forward. It was already stretched a bit from pulling out the plug, and he slid in middling easily. Susan had been fucking my ass, but the anatomy and bloodline hawkshaw felt different. He pressed in until I could finger his balls slap my ass.

"shucks. Nice to go existent deep. easily than I could get with her mouth."

Dave started slow, building up fastness, shoving his dick deep into my ass with each cam stroke, holding my pelvis 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 pelvis tight against him with his prick 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 young woman came at the Saami time."

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

"missy, you ought to lick it clean."

I was appalled, then Susan spoke up.

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

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

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

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

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

"Good Night, lady friend. We'll see you again next week."

"Next week ?"

"beef. You want us to continue serenity, then you can put out."

They left and Susan locked the threshold behind them. She came over and sat next to me on the bed and held me in her arms. She rocked me back and Forth for a while, until I relaxed, then gently and sweetly made love to me. No more ass military action that Night. My ass had already had a physical exertion. But she stroked my torso, caressed my breast, then took my little dick up into her pussy and I fucked her, before we curled up together and went to sleep.

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

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

The next two Friday nights were a replay of the first one, with Dave and Mike getting sucked off then fucking my ass a couple of sentence. The terrible matter was, I was getting off on it physically, even though I hated it emotionally. After that tertiary 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 picture of you partying, dressed as a fair sex. We tell HR that you are transitioning to a charwoman and will be dressing that way at oeuvre. You dress as a woman at work, and they don't have anything over you anymore."

"Go to work dressed as a char ?"

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

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

"That's my girl."

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

Everything seemed to root back down, and Susan and I seemed glad and loving together at rest home and going out together. As time passed, I found it became difficult for me to get a toilsome on, or to restrain it long enough to lie with Susan. I was disappointed but we did still consume a sex lifespan. Finally Susan decided to direct the issue.

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

"So what do we do ?"

"modification it out. deliver surgery. throw from a useless dick to a snatch 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 construct love like a man anymore. Get a pussy that we can both enjoy."

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

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

"Married ? After ?"

"After. You got accumulated vacation for the operating theatre, and I've got holiday 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 Doctor. We scheduled it and the two of us went together. Susan held my hired man 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 prison term a day to maintain it stretched out properly, and it hurt like hell doing it. dilation is essentially taking a dildo, lubing it and sticking it in my vagina. The tissue paper there had been totally make over and were recovering from that, which is why everything hurt so much. It felt uncanny thinking in terms of having a vagina. No, my dick had been largely non-functional, but it was still a dick.

Susan was with me most of the time during recovery, comforting me, kissing me, and caring for me. I hated the dilatation, but Susan and the medico told me it was requirement, so I kept at it. It happened slowly adequate that I didn't notice it but slowly, it quit hurting as I dilated. What shocked me was the day I stuck my dilater in and it felt good for the kickoff metre.

I took it slow and easy - I didn't want to mess 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 back and had a full moon on orgasm, like null 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 ask it well-heeled, we could now commence to experience some fun.

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

We made programme for a belittled hymeneals and Susan and I went out shopping for wedding wearing apparel. I wore a lacy white dress, which came down just below the stifle, 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.

look back, I know that Susan had this all planned from the beginning. She picked a guy who would be so thankful for her beloved and warmness that he wouldn't balk at the dim steady pocket-sized modification. By the time the modification became real, 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 dead. Jaime, the girl, is carrying on as skillful she can .