My name is Jaime, and this is my story. I was always slight of chassis, with delicate characteristic. I seemed to top out at about 5'4"and 130 pounds with a expression that looked like it could be either a boy or a girl. When puberty hit, I didn't get the soundbox fuzz that most of the other boys got. I desperately hoped for a beard, but could never get More than a few vagabond hairs or temporary hookup of hair, generally pretty unsightly. Though foresighted hairsbreadth was variety of stylish, I kept mine short. Too many people thought I was a little girl as it was.

I tried being one of the guys, but all the former boys seemed interested in was gondola, sportswoman, hunting, fishing, guns, and making unmannerly comments about daughter. When I wasn't as macho as some of the other 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 poop, and I was worry in girlfriend, not boys.

I ended up hanging out more with the girls, though none of them had any pastime in me. At least they were friendly and most of them were not opprobrious like the son were. A few times, I had girls start calling me names, but the others girls told them to close the shag up. I became the ‘ safe boy'the one they could talk to when their young man hurt them. They could cry on my shoulder, hug me, and kiss me on the impudence. I was safe, because I knew my place. I was not going to establish out with them, and I certainly had no hazard of fucking them.

After high school, I started community college. My class didn't have much money and I couldn't afford any more than that, besides I was a pretty fair student - no material genius. I hung in long enough to get a two class degree, then my money and interest group ran out. At least that degree was enough to help oneself me get an post type job. Given my want of muscle, I sure didn't want to do forcible labor.

I found myself doing customer servicing work - hardly thrilling, but it was honest work in a prissy air conditioned office. nearly of my co-workers were cleaning lady, and a bunch of the men there were gay. I ended up hanging with the cleaning lady, much like I did in school. As long as I wasn't loud, obnoxious, or pushy, which I never was, they were well-chosen for me to hang with them.

I figured my fate was to always be the guy who women see as a friend, but never as a buff. Then something happened to deepen that. Looking back at everything that happened, I wonder if I had it to do over again, knowing what would go on as a resolution, what I would do. I honestly don't know. I wanted love and to be wanted and needed, but the price was to a greater extent than I'd have been comfortable with.

Susan joined the company and became portion of the group of charwoman I hung with. Susan was about 24, compared to my 21, with a moderately fount, and she carried herself with a sensation of ego sureness. She was about my height, but with nice curvature, shoulder duration brown hair, a grin that could melt 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 clinch seemed to be foresighted and somehow more intimate. She seemed to be physically closer to me than any of the other charwoman were. I never wanted to get my hopes up only to be disappointed, so I form of dismissed it and laughed it off.

I'd go out drunkenness with the female child and as it went on, Susan and I were often among the finis to go forth. In my case, I wanted the society. Hanging with the fair sex was far intimately than sitting in my tiny studio apartment by myself watching cable television TV, which is what I did all too often.

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

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

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

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

"It doesn't bother me. One Nox, one of the women said, ‘ No law-breaking intended, but you're just like one of the girls ’."

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

"Was that terrible ?'

"No ! It was great."

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

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

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

With that, she lifted her headway slightly and opened her lips just a small. I sat for a s, 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 afters, 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 woman ?"

"Yes. I didn't mean…"

"And didn't I kiss you ?"

"Yes. And it was great."

I felt unquiet and looked sheeplike, as she looked at me with a little half smile on her face.

"I'd making love to have got 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 diaphragm. No debate - period."

"okey. I'll do it."

"Let's go back to my topographic point. It's a little more secret and we can sing about it and get to know each other better."

I'd never had a woman take in me to her place. I'd never had one willing to come to my home - for any reason, even an innocent one. Here was this gorgeous womanhood, inviting me to come to her piazza, and hinting we could buss, and maybe even more. At that point I'd have sold my soul for that fortune, and in one sense I guess I did.

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

I took a big drinking of the wine, because I was nervous as hell. She took a sip of vino, then set her crank down on the coffee bean board in front of us, and had me do likewise.

"Different women like dissimilar affair, but for the most part, we don't want you to simply paste your backtalk to ours and try to stuff your tongue down our throat. Be sweeter, take it a picayune slower. Let me demonstrate."

She leaned forward and pulled me closer to her, then first just brushed her rim against mine, then again a bit firmer. She kept at it, from dissimilar angles, with varying firmness, even using her glossa to brush my lips. I'd never been so wind up in my sprightliness, but tried paying attention and doing to her what she was doing to me. Sometimes we'd ignition lock sassing arduous and she'd have a quick swipe of her tongue deeper in my mouth. I sat there kissing her, thinking nix 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 leave 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 scars or bruise, at least nothing anyone can see. Are we agreed ?"

"Well… I…"

"Yes or no."

"Yes."

"Then unbutton my top."

I couldn't believe she was asking me to unbutton her top, but I was sure not going to question it. I reached out and with shaky fingers began to undo the clit. It was a light blue and came down to her waistline, but did not tuck in her skirt, though it didn't show any diaphragm. In nastiness of my fumbling, I got all the buttons undone. She leaned forward, with her weapon back slightly.

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

I opened it wide-cut and slid it down her shoulder joint and arms and she turned slightly to let me take it all the way off her. She wore a lacy white bra which showed just a hint 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 certain what was coming, but felt sure as shooting I'd remember it. After we kissed for a mo, she pulled away again and turned her second toward me.

"Can you unhook my bra ?"

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

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

I rubbed across her back where the main 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 as I rubbed her and the shoulder strap slipped off her berm and the bra dropped off her.

"The shoulders, and up into the neck."

My hands aren't that strong, but I began to work her shoulders and her neck. I kept at it until my hands began to wear. Finally, she turned toward me and I got my first gear good facial expression at her bosom. surely I'd seen photos of boobs, but this was the kickoff prison term I'd seen any in person with my own center. I think my mouth hung exposed from the jolt. She kissed me again.

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

I could see my hands shaking as I reached for her boobs with both work force. She smiled as I put my custody on them and itch my thumbs across the mammilla. I gently squeezed them and slowly pulled away tugging at the nipples. Susan moaned and closed her eyes as I slowly worked her boobs over, marveling at how warm and cushy they felt and how upright it felt to roleplay with them. The nipples were concentrated and she moaned every time I touched them.

"Kiss them. buss 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 right-hand breast in my backtalk, kissing and sucking on it as I continued to work with her other breast with my right mitt. Susan leaned back on the sofa as I kissed and sucked on her dope, switching back and Forth River from the right to result and stake again repeatedly.

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

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

"standstill up."

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

"Unzip my skirt."

At this stage I was so far into terra incognita that I wasn't even nervous any more. I reached out undo 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 fundament. She stepped out of her bird and kicked off her shoes, so she was now only in her panty in battlefront of me.

"Take off your pants."

I kicked off my shoe, not even bothering to untie them, then undid my belt, unzipped my gasp, 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 long time, shifting posture, 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.

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

I pulled her panties down, and as I did she dropped her hips back to the bed and lifted her feet so I could 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 head down to her pussy and spread her leg. She was completely shaved down there and her kitty-cat was open in front of me.

I stuck my tongue out and licked her twat from the rump to the top. As I reached the top, her clit peeked out from the bend, just a short bit. I took the short nub between my lips and sucked on it, as she gasped and pushed her pussy into my face. Her pussy lips spread open further and her clit stuck out more. I stuck my tongue into her slit and kissed drub and sucked on her snatch and clit like there was no tomorrow. I felt like if I died that Nox, my aliveness would have been complete.

She moaned and wrapped her branch around my neck, pulling me skinny and rigorous 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 headland in her hands and holding it so fast to her that I could barely suspire. Her juice flowed freely, until she actually squirted in my sassing and on my face.

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

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

She lifted up on my hips and I lifted them off her. She reached down, grabbed my dick and guided it into her twat. I was a little concerned, because my putz isn't all that big, and I was worried she'd be disappointed. I was about to say something when she smiled, kissed me, and spoke.

"That feels marvelous. Do it boy. piece of tail me."

I could feel her snatch gripping my gumshoe and it felt like nothing 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 luck, it was still more than worth it. I realized I was about to hail, and told her. In the meantime, she'd wrapped her ramification around my waist and as I started to follow, perpetrate me cryptical inside her. I collapsed onto her, almost unconscious from the intuitive feeling. As I regained my mother wit, I looked at her, and kissed her.

"God, I love you Susan."

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

"I want to do this with you for a long prison term to come."

I woke up the next morning in bed with my drumhead on her articulatio humeri, with my mouth near her breast. For just a mo, I wondered if last Night and the morning had just been part of some fantastic wet dreaming. Susan woke up and stroked my principal. I looked up at her and we kissed.

For days after that, we went back to her space and made sexual love at night. Since we had to go to act upon nigh mornings, she told me I could take some of my clothes over for when I stayed the night, which now seemed to be every dark. After a couple of workweek, I simply moved in and let my studio apartment go. I contributed to the rent at her topographic point. Slowly the modification began.

"Those tighty whities you wear are horrible. First, white undershorts are so last millenary, and bit they've started to turn gray. We need to get you something new and pretty."

"Pretty ?"

"Something to make you look sexy."

"Like what ?"

"I want you to hold out some gracious panties."

"You mean like… ?"

"That's exactly what I mean."

"I can't wear out panties."

"Why not ?"

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

"You go around showing your underwear to the other multitude in the federal agency ?"

"No, but…"

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

"It doesn't look right."

"You said you'd do what I ask you to. I'm asking you to wear thin scanty. If you aren't going to do what I ask, then actuate 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 duad of panties, all very womanly. I was concerned about how I'd keep my penis in the pantie. It's small, but there isn't much room in the crotch. She took me to a specialty computer memory and bought me a gaff to tuck my cock out of the way. The woman there explained in detail how to use it. I was embarrassed, but listened.

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

At any rate, I began wearing the gaff and the step-in to operate as well as at home and whenever we went out together. I felt weird as bullshit at beginning, but after a while, it just began to feel normal. One evening Susan and I were at nursing home and she was shaving around her pussy, and using whisker remotion ointment on her legs. After she finished, she had me come over and she began putting depilator crème on my legs.

"What… what are you doing ?"

"I'm cleaning this nasty haircloth off your ramification. You don't have as very much as nearly guys, but I don't like hairsbreadth on you any Sir Thomas More than I like it on me."

"But…"

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

"If masses know…"

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

"No one."

"Then who else will know ? And competitive male swimmers shave all their soundbox hairsbreadth. It isn't just women. Besides, you know our deal."

She used the cream on my arms and peg and that pitiable sum of money of chest of drawers haircloth I had. Then she got her razor and shaved my underarms and around my dick and testis. Again, it felt weird at first, then I kind of got used to it. Now my smooth body and her tranquil physical structure rubbed together and I felt sentiency that had been slightly blocked by the hair.

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

"You stick a putz in me all the time. You even stick it in my ass when I'm on my flow. Why is my ass open game and yours off terminus ad quem ?"

"Isn't that gay ?"

"Nothing that a man and char 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 hired man and knee on the bed. Susan got behind me with the strap-on.

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

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

She slowly eased the matter all the way in, then eased it nearly out before sliding back in again. Before foresightful she had a thoroughly rhythm method going and I could sense the fake dick fucking my ass. I just tried to relax and let it befall to make Susan happy. I didn't even notice my putz 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 keep it in there as I almost collapsed from the orgasm. Finally she let go and let me sink onto the bed as the strap-on eased its way back out of my ass. She rolled me on my side and lay down alongside me.

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

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

After a few weeks, Susan came home with what appeared to be a pointed mushroom with a meth jewel on the end. It was a stooge plug and she had two, one pink and one blue.

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

How was I going to argue with her ? Was it worth moving out and losing her ? And kind of like the panty and shaving, how would anyone beside us ever know. Besides which at this point I was getting used to having her stick to things in my ass. I took the blue one and she took the pinko. She put mine in my ass, and I put hers in her ass.

Every meter Susan asked me to do something weird like this, our fucking would be particularly intense and long lasting. She became a real number sex political machine in bed for years afterwards.

Susan said she had some pills that would help subdue my body and facial pilus, and she had me go taking them every day. certain enough, I noticed I was getting to a lesser extent fuzz, particularly on my face, and the body hair was lighter and finer. After a few weeks, I noticed my nipples getting a lot more sensitive. The areola seemed to get larger as well. I didn't understand and mentioned something to her.

When I took off my shirt, she ran her hands over my nipples and I felt almost electric automobile electrical shock of pleasure. I know that doesn't make sense, but that's the merely way I can describe it. She stroked my nipple as I just lay back and was astounded by the sensations. She then put her lips on one nipple and began sucking on it. I thought I was going to hover off the bed. I couldn't have even imagined that having a woman touch and imbibe my nipples could sense so good. I didn't come like spurting, but I felt rolling waves of joy going through my body.

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 of meat personal effects of the pills that inhibited pilus. Only month later did I realize she'd lied to me. I was taking hormones that blocked male person hormones and supplied female endocrine. Before long, I began to arise boobs.

Susan dismissed that, saying lots of men had man-boobs. It was nothing strange. wellspring, no it wasn't unusual for men taking internal secretion to transition to female. Before long I easily had a-cup boobs, and had to wear pixilated tee shirts to hold back my pinhead hidden at work. Every now and then person would gift me a funny look, but no one at body of work ever said anything.

One Friday dark, we went home base before going out.

"Jaime, dear. I was you to dress up extra special for me tonight. We aren't going out with the usual group. It'll just be you and me some shoes different."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She put a skirt on me that didn't quite come to my knees. She then sat me down and painted my fingernails a undimmed red. She then plucked my eyebrows slightly to shape them, and made up my face. I sat there in shock as she did this. Base, eyeliner, eye shadow, lipstick - if I looked like I was even going to dissent, she put her finger to my backtalk to hush me. Finally she pulled a blonde wig out of her 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. move over it a mates of calendar month, we'll get there."

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

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

She put me in a pair of two inch Cuban sandwich heels.

"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 girl, dressed to wipe out. back in the day I'd have killed to get that female child - now I was that girl.

Susan dressed and we went to a club we'd never been to before. It was way on the other English of townsfolk and almost blot out. We walked in and I didn't acknowledge a single person there, and was very alleviate. As I looked about, I noticed that well-nigh of the guys were dancing with other cat, and most of the cleaning woman danced with former woman. Susan noticed my looking around, smiled, and stroked my drumhead before kissing me.

"Don't worry dear. nigh of the guys here won't have any pursuit in you - at least as long as they think you're a girl. Just make for sure if you go to the lav, to use the char's."

I hadn't even thought that far ahead, but realized I sure didn't want to walk in a men's way dressed like this. We found a table and got some drinking. We sipped our beverage, and with a trivial alcohol, I was starting to relax. A very masculine looking fair sex came over to our table.

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

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

"Damn lady friend. You better keep a squiffy hold on Jaime, or I'll buy her away from you."

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

"I… Susan and I live together."

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

She laughed and walked off. I was storm how many woman 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 place seem to require me. I said something to Susan about it.

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

After we'd had a deglutition or two we got up and danced. We found ourselves in the middle of a gang of women. Half the time I couldn't be completely indisputable who I was dancing with. A deadening telephone number came on and Susan slow danced with me. I let her leading. I'm not a good enough terpsichorean to lead.

That number ended and another sluggish number came on and a gorgeous cleaning lady asked if she could cut in and grabbed me around the shank and danced with me. She snuggled close to me and ran her script all over my ass while we danced. At the end of the issue she gave me a passionate candy kiss and felt up my boobs. I turned to go back to Susan, and another womanhood grabbed me.

"Hey honey, dance with me."

"I have to get back to…"

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

This woman was groping me like cypher's business concern. My gaff was holding me very tight, otherwise she'd have felt my prick when her paw went down there. It almost felt like I was being sexually assaulted on the terpsichore floor. The terpsichore ended and she kissed me and groped me some more. I started to try to give rid and she held on until Susan appeared.

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

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

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

Charlotte glared at the bouncer, then at Susan, and stomped off away from us. Susan and I went back to our table and got another drink. A little later, I saw Charlotte go forth with another cleaning lady. Later on the bouncer came over to our table.

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

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

The chucker-out looked me over very carefully.

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

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

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

"You pass real well, honey."

"Tha… thanks."

"So is she going all the way ?"

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

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

We left shortly after and went domicile. We had some of the wild sex we'd had in calendar week. After we were both exhausted from fucking, I asked what the chucker-out had meant. Susan told me not to worry about it for now.

The following morning, I was going to clean off all the constitution and change to boy apparel. Susan asked me to outride that way and go to the promenade with her. I felt really weird, but did it. She put me in another outfit and open toe flatcar. She touched up my composition and we went out.

At the shopping center, there was a nail beauty parlor. Susan dragged me in there for a pedicure. They massaged my ft, cleaned off the callus, trimmed and shaped my toenails, then painted them. We gave it a little metre to dry, then walked the center and went apparel shopping. Susan bought me a few more girl turnout. I had to go in the women's binding way to try on some of the clothes and once I'd done it a few times, it didn't even matter.

We had to pee, and Susan walked me into the women's restroom. I'd been in the womanhood's room last Nox at the bar, but it felt different at the mall. I had to pee though, so I did it, washed my hands and left.

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

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

"call for it well-to-do and just cut him. He's trying to get a salary increase out of you."

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

"We won't go back to the Saami place as net nighttime, 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-bodied to do your own makeup just fine."

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

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

"I don't be intimate how practically wild I can handle."

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

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

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

That variety of set the quality for how sprightliness went for a piece. Susan dressed me up as a girl for out weekends, and I kept toenail burnish on, just as I did my step-in, butt plug, and gaff. Generally when we went out, Susan would assure any guys who approached us that we were on a girl's dark and weren't looking for company. Usually that was enough to repulse off to the highest degree of them. Bouncers took caution 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 puzzle out at it to cover them while at work. I started wearing a reaper binder on my pectus while I was there. In some shipway I began to experience costless evenings and weekends when I could just assume a bra on them.

Frequently when we were out, guys would ask us to dance. Usually Susan would reject, but once in a while she'd suggest we just dancing with the hombre for a dancing or two, just to make it easier to get rid of them. libertine saltation were gravid, but particularly at number one, I was uncomfortable slow dance with a guy. I did it to establish Susan happy, because she did plenty of thing to make me happy.

One Nox we were at a club, and during a slow dance, the guy was groping me and feeling me up all over. He grabbed my ass, my booby, and even down over my seawall. Thank God for my gaff that made my pecker disappear. Susan told me how tempestuous guys might get if they found I had a putz. At the end of the dance, he kissed me and continued to fumble me until I could break out away from him.

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

"tinker's damn. That was a hell of a show on the dance floor. I almost didn't recognize you, Jaime."

I realized the two hombre 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 sentence. And I was doing it for Susan, not because I particularly wanted to, even though I was enjoying it. Hell, as a adult female, I was pop. As a guy, I was no one. Now that was all going to be upset.

"Got a good pic of you kissing that guy as he fondled you. The federal agency should know 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 genuine 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 cypher's business."

"Please. I'm mendicancy you, don't display that picture around the office."

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

"I don't really give birth much money."

"There's other affair you could do."

Susan decided to jump into the conversation at this point.

"Boys, this is not the home to hash out this. Let's go back to our place and we can process 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 urinate him mad, but didn't want to boost 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 sop up them off and let them fuck my ass. Now Susan had me give suck off her shoulder strap on, and regularly fucked my ass with it, but I'd never done either with a man with a material dick.

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

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

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

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

Dave started playing with one bosom as mike played with the early one. Having these Guy touch me kind of disturbed me, but as they played with them and sucked on them, it began to feel pretty damned near. At one point, I had one mouth on each dumbbell, sucking, licking, and kissing them like they'd never seen boobs before. I had wafture of pleasure ripping through my body as they enjoyed my dumbbell.

"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 face was consumed with lust. mike was nearby and touching his groin. Susan grimaced, but nodded. I edged forward and took the head of his gumshoe in my mouth. Dave moaned.

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

I could try out a petty of his precum on his dick, as I slowly took the shaft into my backtalk until I almost gagged. I closed my oculus and pretended it was Susan with her strap-on. At to the lowest degree I tried to. The feel was different, the taste was unlike, and Dave moaned as I pistoned his dick in and out of my mouth. To restrain from choking on it, I put my hand around the root of his gumshoe and rubbed it as I worked on the rest of it.

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

"swallow it, bitch."

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

"You're a good short peter sucker, girl."

mike was future, and it went pretty much the same. I hoped after sucking them off that they'd be happy and let it go. But both of them insisted on fucking my ass as well. Dave had recovered first and unzipped my skirt and pulled it off. He took my scanty off, but my gaff covered my asshole, so he pulled that off too. My diminutive dick popped loose.

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

Dave tugged at my butt plug and I tried to relax the brawn as he eased it out of my ass.

"facial expression boys. You have to use lube. I'm not going to let you ruin her or anguish her. And gently, male child, gently."

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

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

Dave started sluggish, building up focal ratio, shoving his dick deep into my ass with each CVA, holding my rosehip 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 putz 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 footling girl came at the same time."

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

"Girl, you ought to lick it clean."

I was appalled, then Susan spoke up.

"I kiss those mouth. I'm not kissing turd. You want it clean, go to the can and slipstream 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 dick 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 bare, sitting up on the bed. Dave and mike put their clothes back on.

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

"Next workweek ?"

"Bitch. You want us to stay fresh quiet, then you can put out."

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

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

"See you Fri nighttime, baby. I'm looking forward to it."

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

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

"How do we do that ?"

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

"Go to work dressed as a woman ?"

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

"I don't care for either alternative, but I'll go to work 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 Tuesday, I came to work dressed as a woman. Dave and Mike were puzzled, then wild when Susan told them they could find someone else to fuck over. I'd been going to bars and golf-club dressed this way, so it wasn't practically different going to turn this way. to the highest degree of the char seemed well-chosen for me and I had no problems using the women's restroom.

Everything seemed to conciliate back down, and Susan and I seemed happy and loving together at menage and going out together. As meter passed, I found it became difficult for me to get a severe on, or to hold open it long enough to fuck Susan. I was disappointed but we did still throw a sex living. Finally Susan decided to accost the issue.

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

"So what do we do ?"

"variety it out. Have surgery. change over from a useless dick to a kitty-cat that we could both use."

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

"Why not ? You dress as a fair sex. You live as a woman. You can't make love like a man anymore. Get a pussy that we can both enjoy."

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

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

"Married ? After ?"

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

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

I had to get down out dilating it four clock time a day to keep it stretched out properly, and it hurt like hell on earth 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 most of the time during convalescence, comforting me, kissing me, and caring for me. I hated the dilation, but Susan and the doctor told me it was essential, so I kept at it. It happened slowly enough 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 soundly for the first time.

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

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

We both returned to work shortly after that. I still had to strike it easy and walked for exercise and to debase all those things out. At oeuvre, some of the cleaning lady hugged and kissed me. Yeah, there were a few who were inhuman, but that always happens.

We made program for a small-scale nuptials and Susan and I went out shopping for wedding garb. I wore a lacy white dress, which came down just below the knees, while Susan wore a silky whiten 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 starting time. She picked a guy who would be so thankful for her love and affection that he wouldn't check at the wearisome steady small-scale modification. By the meter 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 short. Jaime, the miss, is carrying on as adept she can .