My epithet is Jaime, and this is my story. I was always slight of build, with delicate characteristic. I seemed to top out at about 5'4"and 130 pounds with a cheek that looked like it could be either a boy or a girlfriend. When puberty hit, I didn't get the organic structure hair that most of the early boys got. I desperately hoped for a beard, but could never get more than a few roll hairs or eyepatch of hair, generally pretty unsightly. Though tenacious hair was kind of fashionable, I kept mine short. Too many people thought I was a girl as it was.

I tried being one of the guys, but all the other boys seemed interested in was automobile, sports, hunting, sportfishing, 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 nance, and asking me to suck up their dicks. I decided I really didn't need that variety of whoreson, and I was interested in girls, not boys.

I ended up hanging out more with the young lady, though none of them had any interest in me. At least they were friendly and most of them were not scurrilous like the boys were. A few prison term, I had girls start calling me names, but the others girls told them to close the fuck up. I became the ‘ safe boy'the one they could speak to when their boyfriend hurt them. They could cry on my shoulder, hug me, and kiss me on the cheek. I was prophylactic, because I knew my home. I was not going to make out with them, and I certainly had no chance of fucking them.

After high shoal, I started residential area college. My family didn't have much money and I couldn't afford any more than that, besides I was a jolly average scholarly person - no literal genius. I hung in long enough to get a two year degree, then my money and interest ran out. At least that grade was enough to help me get an office eccentric job. Given my lack of heftiness, I sure didn't want to do strong-arm labor.

I found myself doing customer avail work - hardly thrilling, but it was honest piece of work in a nice air conditioned office. near of my co-workers were fair sex, and a bunch of the men there were gay. I ended up hanging with the women, lots like I did in school. As long as I wasn't loud, obnoxious, or pushy, which I never was, they were felicitous for me to advert with them.

I figured my fate was to always be the guy who women see as a ally, but never as a lover. Then something happened to convert that. Looking back at everything that happened, I wonder if I had it to do over again, knowing what would happen as a result, what I would do. I honestly don't know. I wanted dearest and to be wanted and needed, but the monetary value was Sir Thomas More than I'd have been prosperous with.

Susan joined the fellowship and became piece of the radical of women I hung with. Susan was about 24, compared to my 21, with a pretty face, and she carried herself with a sense of self confidence. She was about my height, but with skillful curvature, shoulder length brown hair, a smile that could melt hearts, along with c-cup breasts.

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

I'd go out imbibition with the girls and as it went on, Susan and I were often among the close to leave. In my case, I wanted the fellowship. Hanging with the women was far considerably than sitting in my tiny studio apartment apartment by myself watching cable TV, which is what I did all too often.

One Fri 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 petty bit, the other womanhood stood up, gave a little one-half laugh, and spoke.

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

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

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

"It doesn't bother me. One night, one of the women said, ‘ No discourtesy 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 it away how to react. Honestly, I'd never kissed a woman romantically, nor had one kiss me that way. She pulled back slightly and looked at me again.

"Was that frightening ?'

"No ! It was great."

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

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

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

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

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

"Where am I going to get necking object lesson. None of the women 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 nervous and looked sheepish, as she looked at me with a small half smile on her nerve.

"I'd 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 point. No debate - period."

"O.K.. I'll do it."

"Let's go back to my berth. It's a little More individual and we can talk about it and get to hump each other better."

I'd never had a woman invite me to her place. I'd never had one unforced to come to my post - for any understanding, even an impeccant one. Here was this gorgeous fair sex, inviting me to get along to her office, and hinting we could osculate, and maybe even more. At that point I'd have sold my somebody for that luck, and in one sense I guess I did.

Her situation was stopping point by, a nice little one bedchamber apartment with a comfortable sofa in the bread and butter elbow room. She invited me to sit down and asked me if I'd like a drinking glass of wine-colored. The grouping had largely been drinking wine that night, and I'd been drinking it as well, so I accepted. Susan poured glasses of wine-colored for both her and I and came over to sit by me on the sofa.

I took a big swallow of the wine, because I was unquiet as hell. She took a sip of wine, then set her glass down on the deep brown table in front end of us, and had me do likewise.

"Different women like different things, but for the to the highest degree constituent, we don't want you to simply paste your lips to ours and try to shove your tongue down our throats. Be fresh, take it a piddling dense. Let me demonstrate."

She leaned forward and pulled me closer to her, then first just brushed her lip against mine, then again a bit firmer. She kept at it, from dissimilar angles, with varying resolution, even using her tongue to brush my lips. I'd never been so sex in my lifespan, but tried paying attention and doing to her what she was doing to me. Sometimes we'd lock lips hard and she'd have a quick swipe of her spit deeper in my mouth. I sat there kissing her, thinking naught 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 perceptiveness. You have to do whatever, even if it's kinky."

"Kinky ? How kinky ?"

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

"Well… I…"

"Yes or no."

"Yes."

"Then unbutton my top."

I couldn't believe she was asking me to unbutton her top, but I was surely not going to question it. I reached out and with precarious fingers began to undo the buttons. It was a wanton blue and came down to her waist, but did not gather in her skirt, though it didn't show any midriff. In bitchiness of my fumbling, I got all the release undone. She leaned forward, with her arms back slightly.

"open air it up, and take aim it off me."

I opened it wide of the mark and slid it down her berm 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 areolas, though not the nipples themselves. After I had it off, she took it from me and laid it neatly across the arm of the sofa, then leaned forward and kissed me again. I kissed her back eagerly and was not sure as shooting what was coming, but felt sure I'd remember it. After we kissed for a minute, she pulled away again and turned her back toward me.

"Can you unhook my bra ?"

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

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

I rubbed across her back where the main straps had been and could see some red crisscross 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 articulatio humeri straps slipped off her shoulders and the bra dropped off her.

"The shoulder joint, and up into the neck."

My hands aren't that impregnable, but I began to work her shoulder and her cervix. I kept at it until my hands began to tire. Finally, she turned toward me and I got my first good look at her tit. Sure I'd seen photo of bosom, but this was the start time I'd seen any in person with my own eyes. I think my mouth hung open from the cushion. She kissed me again.

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

I could see my hands shaking as I reached for her boobs with both mitt. She smiled as I put my hands on them and chafe my thumbs across the nipples. I gently squeezed them and slowly pulled away tugging at the mammilla. Susan moaned and closed her optic as I slowly worked her boobs over, marveling at how warm and soft they felt and how well it felt to wreak with them. The nipples were hard and she moaned every time I touched them.

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

If this is what she meant by doing what she tells me, I felt I couldn't ever argue with her. I leaned forward, taking the nipple of her rightfield tit in my backtalk, kissing and sucking on it as I continued to play with her other breast with my right paw. Susan leaned back on the couch as I kissed and sucked on her knocker, switching back and forth from the right to left and support again repeatedly.

"hold your shirt off and hug me. I want to find your skin against mine."

I was so eagre to do that, I actually ripped a push button loose in my fury. I had a tee shirt under my shirt and pulled it off as well. Then I pulled her to me feeling her firm nipples scraping against my chest of drawers. I looked in her center, and she opened her lips a bit, so I kissed her. As we kissed, I rubbed her back, then snuck a paw around to twit her will dumbbell or what I could get at of it.

"rack up."

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

"Unzip my skirt."

At this spot I was so far into terra incognita that I wasn't even skittish any more. I reached out undid the button at the top of her skirt, then unzipped it. I let go of the zip and the skirt fell to the floor at her feet. She stepped out of her bird and kicked off her shoes, so she was now only in her panties in battlefront of me.

"takings off your pants."

I kicked off my place, not even bothering to unlace them, then unmake my belt, unzipped my trouser, let them fall to my feet 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 early for a long prison term, shifting positions, 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 get hold of 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 fix to experience me in her, but instead she pulled my head down to her puss and spread her peg. She was completely shaved down there and her pussy was open in front of me.

I stuck my clapper out and licked her slit from the bottom to the top. As I reached the top, her button peeked out from the flexure, just a slight bit. I took the short nub between my backtalk and sucked on it, as she gasped and pushed her slit into my grimace. Her pussy lip spread open further and her button stuck out more. I stuck my tongue into her dent and kissed work and sucked on her pussycat and clit like there was no tomorrow. I felt like if I died that night, my life would take been complete.

She moaned and wrapped her legs around my neck, pulling me closer and squiffy to her. I got my hands back into the unscathed thing by grabbing her ass and massaging that as I worked her pussy over. She rocked back and forth, then arched her back, grabbing my head in her manpower and holding it so compressed to her that I could barely breathe. Her succus flowed freely, until she actually squirted in my sassing and on my face.

After she settled back down again, she let my read/write head go and no longer held my neck tight with her legs. She unwrapped her branch and pulled me up her eubstance to lie on top of her. She kissed me, tasting her own juices on my oral cavity 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 pussy. I was a little concerned, because my dick isn't all that big, and I was worried she'd be disappointed. I was about to say something when she smiled, kissed me, and spoke.

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

I could finger her puss gripping my cock 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 touch sensation that if I never got another chance, it was still Thomas More than worth it. I realized I was about to come, and told her. In the meantime, she'd wrapped her legs around my waist and as I started to come, pull up me deep inside her. I collapsed onto her, almost unconscious from the tactile sensation. As I regained my senses, I looked at her, and kissed her.

"God, I love you Susan."

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

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

I woke up the side by side morning in bed with my head on her berm, with my rima oris near her breast. For just a second, I wondered if end night and the morning had just been function of some wonderful wet dream. Susan woke up and stroked my headspring. I looked up at her and we kissed.

For days after that, we went back to her place and made lovemaking at night. Since we had to go to mold most break of day, she told me I could bring some of my clothes over for when I stayed the night, which now seemed to be every Night. After a couple of calendar week, I simply moved in and let my studio apartment apartment go. I contributed to the split at her stead. Slowly the changes began.

"Those tighty whities you wear are horrible. First, Andrew D. White undershorts are so lastly millennium, and endorse they've started to ferment hoary. We need to get you something new and pretty."

"Pretty ?"

"Something to urinate you wait sexy."

"Like what ?"

"I want you to put on some prissy panties."

"You mean like… ?"

"That's exactly what I mean."

"I can't wear panties."

"Why not ?"

"What would the other masses in the agency think ?"

"You go around showing your underclothing to the other masses in the spot ?"

"No, but…"

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

"It doesn't feel right."

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

We went out shopping and she bought me respective pair of pantie, all very feminine. I was concerned about how I'd keep my penis in the panties. It's low, but there isn't a lot elbow room in the genitalia. She took me to a strong suit store and bought me a gaff to tuck my dick out of the way. The woman there explained in point how to use it. I was embarrassed, but listened.

I asked the clerk how she knew so much about putting on a gaff and she said she wore one before her operation. I think my centre 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. blaze, if I hadn't known and wasn't already living with Susan, I'd have wanted to appointment this clerk.

At any rate, I began wearing the gaff and the panties to act upon as well as at household and whenever we went out together. I felt eldritch as shit at first, but after a patch, it just began to feel normal. One evening Susan and I were at home base and she was shaving around her twat, and using whisker removal emollient on her pegleg. After she finished, she had me come over and she began putting epilator crème on my legs.

"What… what are you doing ?"

"I'm cleaning this nasty hairsbreadth off your legs. You don't have as very much as most guy wire, but I don't like hair on you any Thomas More than I like it on me."

"But…"

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

"If people know…"

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

"No one."

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

She used the emollient on my arms and branch and that pitiable total of chest whisker I had. Then she got her razor and shaved my underarms and around my dick and ballock. Again, it felt Weird at offset, then I kind of got used to it. Now my smooth body and her politic torso rubbed together and I felt esthesis that had been slightly blocked by the hair.

interim our sex animation was still going smashing artillery. We fucked nearly every nighttime, except when she had her period, and even then we did plenty short of fucking. Before long she decided she wanted to add another wind to our honey qualification. Susan had or got a strap-on and wanted to fuck me in the ass with it.

"You stick a dick in me all the fourth dimension. You even stick it in my ass when I'm on my period. Why is my ass spread out game and yours off demarcation line ?"

"Isn't that gay ?"

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

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

"facial expression, I'll use plenty of lubricant on it so it's more comfortable for you."

In my nervousness, I think my ass tightened up considerably, but she didn't haste. She lubed a finger's breadth and eased it in. Once it was moving easily in my ass, she stuck in a 2d finger. That was a little 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 experience ugly, 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 foresightful she had a just speech rhythm going and I could feel the fraud pecker fucking my ass. I just tried to relax and let it happen to make Susan happy. I didn't even notice my dick had gotten hard, until I came with her fucking my ass.

She stopped with the dick in my ass, while I spurted all over the bed. She held onto my articulatio coxae to maintain it in there as I almost collapsed from the sexual climax. Finally she let go and let me settle 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 mean that someone who was reluctant enjoyed it a lot more than he thought he would ?"

We began adding that to our regular fucking modus operandi, and before long, when the strap-on was blank, she even had me sucking on it. I mean, I was still repelled at the thought of sucking or being fucked by a genuine tool, but I form of got used to this.

After a few workweek, Susan came home with what appeared to be a pointed mushroom with a glass jewel on the end. It was a buns plug and she had two, one pinko and one blue.

"You're mine and I'm yours. We don't have pack because we aren't married, but this is a way for us to show the liaison 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 variety of like the panties and shaving, how would anyone beside us ever know. Besides which at this point I was getting used to having her pose things in my ass. I took the depressed 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 recollective lasting. She became a real sex political machine in bed for days afterwards.

Susan said she had some pills that would help inhibit my physical structure and facial hair, and she had me set forth taking them every day. for sure enough, I noticed I was getting less hair, particularly on my face, and the body whisker was light and finer. After a few weeks, I noticed my nipples getting a lot more sore. The ring of color seemed to get larger as well. I didn't understand and mentioned something to her.

When I took off my shirt, she ran her hands over my nipples and I felt almost electrical shock of joy. I know that doesn't make sense, but that's the only way I can describe it. She stroked my mamilla as I just lay back and was astounded by the aesthesis. She then put her back talk 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 breastfeed my nipples could feel so good. I didn't come like spurting, but I felt rolling waves of pleasure going through my body.

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 English consequence of the oral contraceptive pill that inhibited hair. Only month later did I recognize she'd lied to me. I was taking endocrine that blocked male hormones and supplied female hormones. Before tenacious, I began to arise boobs.

Susan dismissed that, saying lots of men had man-boobs. It was zip unusual. Well, no it wasn't unusual for men taking hormones to changeover to female. Before longsighted I easily had a-cup dummy, and had to wear tight tee shirts to keep my bosom hidden at workplace. Every now and then soul would give me a singular look, but no one at oeuvre ever said anything.

One Friday night, we went abode before going out.

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

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

"I'll find some things and attire you. Take 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 go. She produced a bra which would not arrest her boobs, but was the powerful size for mine.

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

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

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

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

She put a skirt on me that didn't quite come to my knees. She then sat me down and multi-color my fingernails a bright 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 fantasm, lipstick - if I looked like I was even going to protest, she put her fingerbreadth to my lips to hush me. Finally she pulled a blond wig out of her wardrobe and put it on me.

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

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

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

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

"You can't handle good 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 toss off. Back in the day I'd have killed to get that girl - now I was that girl.

Susan dressed and we went to a baseball club we'd never been to before. It was way on the other side of town and almost hidden. We walked in and I didn't recognize a single person there, and was very relieved. As I looked about, I noticed that nigh of the guys were dancing with other guy wire, and most of the women danced with other cleaning lady. Susan noticed my looking around, smiled, and stroked my mind before kissing me.

"Don't worry honey. Most of the guy cable here won't have any sake in you - at least as long as they think you're a fille. Just constitute sure if you go to the bathroom, to use the women's."

I hadn't even thought that far ahead, but realized I sure didn't want to walk in a men's way dressed like this. We found a mesa and got some drinks. We sipped our drinks, and with a short alcoholic drink, 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 while. conjecture I know why now. You found yourself a new little squeeze."

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

"Damn girl. You better celebrate a rigorous hold 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 post seem to need me. I said something to Susan about it.

"You're fresh meat. They've never seen you before or kip 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 midriff of a bunch of womanhood. Half the time I couldn't be completely sure who I was dancing with. A tardily telephone number came on and Susan retard danced with me. I let her lead. I'm not a good enough dancer to lead.

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

"Hey honey, dance with me."

"I have to get back to…"

"She can do without you for one Sir Thomas More terpsichore. Come on beautiful, dance with me."

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

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

The woman glared at Susan who stood her reason. various other cleaning lady and men gathered around. As they were facing off, a female bouncer grabbed the other cleaning lady's arm.

"Okay Charlotte. Go back and spiel with your friends. We aren't going to have 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 drink. A little later, I saw charlotte leave with another fair sex. 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 sleep together how to care her."

The chucker-out looked me over very carefully.

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

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

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

"You pass real well, honey."

"Tha… thanks."

"So is she going all the way ?"

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

"Sure thing, 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 tempestuous 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 worry about it for now.

The next cockcrow, I was going to pick off all the composition and change to boy wearing apparel. Susan asked me to stay that way and go to the plaza with her. I felt really weird, but did it. She put me in another outfit and open toe flats. She touched up my make-up and we went out.

At the shopping centre, there was a complete salon. Susan dragged me in there for a pedicure. They massaged my substructure, cleaned off the callus, trimmed and shaped my toenails, then painted them. We gave it a minuscule metre to dry, then walked the mall and went clothes shopping. Susan bought me a few more missy rig. I had to go in the women's stuffing rooms to try on some of the clothes and once I'd done it a few multiplication, it didn't even matter.

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

As we walked through the shopping center, a couple of Lester Willis Young guys tried hitting up on us - both Susan and me, and seemed every bit as occupy in me as in Susan. Susan made some cultured 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 hired man on that ass. You bet."

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

We got in our car and drove off, and I'd swear I thought I saw that guy pass us in dealings a piffling later. We got back home 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 dark, but I think we'll be just fine."

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

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

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

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

"I don't know how lots wild I can handle."

We went to another bar, and while it didn't have the gay men and char of the other place, no one seemed to manage about two women dancing together. We went base after and had Sir Thomas More wild sex.

Mon morning, Susan helped me clean off my war paint and took the Polish off my fingernails. I wanted her to take off the toenail refinement but she refused.

"Jaime, lamb, you aren't going to take off your horseshoe and wind cone at workplace. No one will know you have polish on your toenails. Besides it looks so pretty."

That sort of set the tone for how sprightliness went for a piece. Susan dressed me up as a girl for out weekends, and I kept toenail polish on, just as I did my scanty, cigaret plug, and gaff. Generally when we went out, Susan would tell any cat who approached us that we were on a daughter's night and weren't looking for troupe. Usually that was enough to aim off most of them. chucker-out took care of the eternal rest. We went back to the gay bar and hung with the tribade pretty regularly, but not every weekend.

My boobs kept growing until I was a b-cup. I really had to make for at it to conceal them while at piece of work. I started wearing a ring-binder on my chest while I was there. In some way I began to palpate costless evenings and weekends when I could just wear a bra on them.

Frequently when we were out, guy would ask us to trip the light fantastic. Usually Susan would wane, but once in a piece she'd suggest we just dancing with the cat for a dance or two, just to reach it easier to get rid of them. Fast saltation were great, but particularly at first, I was uncomfortable slow down dancing with a guy. I did it to make Susan felicitous, because she did raft of thing to make me happy.

One night 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 boobs, and even down over my groin. Thank God for my gaff that made my dick disappear. Susan told me how raging Guy might get if they found I had a dick. At the end of the dance, he kissed me and continued to fumble me until I could break 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 terpsichore level. As I walked up, one of them turned to me.

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

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

"Got a in effect pic of you kissing that guy as he fondled you. The role should screw that."

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

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

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

"Yeah. Sure. Even on the fast saltation, you were shaking that ass like nonentity's business."

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

"What's it worth to you to have us hold open your clandestine ?"

"I don't really bear a great deal money."

"There's other affair you could do."

Susan decided to skip over into the conversation at this point.

"boy, this is not the place to discuss this. Let's go back to our station and we can forge this out as friends."

Dave and Mike had come out in one car, and Susan and I in another. Since Dave and microphone didn't know where we lived, I rode with Dave, giving him centering, 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 arrive at him mad, but didn't want to encourage him either. As it turned out, he didn't need any encouragement, and neither did Mike. What Dave and Mike wanted for their silence was me to suck them off and let them roll in the hay my ass. Now Susan had me go down on 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 caution for it, but realized she was probably right. I didn't want the whole authority to know I dressed as a charwoman - even if it was only on weekends. She said she'd try to alleviate into it and see if we could get them to settle for LE than they wanted.

"You know, boys, she has real boobs - small ones, but sort of gracious. Would you wish to see them and relate them ?"

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

"tinker's damn, little girl. You been hiding mother fucker from us."

Dave started playing with one pinhead as microphone played with the early one. Having these guys touch me kind of brainsick me, but as they played with them and sucked on them, it began to palpate pretty damned ripe. At one point, I had one back talk on each boob, sucking, licking, and kissing them like they'd never seen boobs before. I had waves of joy ripping through my consistence as they enjoyed my boobs.

"That was nice for the prelim, 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 luxuria. mike was nearby and touching his groin. Susan grimaced, but nodded. I edged forward and took the head of his dick in my mouth. Dave moaned.

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

I could taste a footling of his precum on his dick, as I slowly took the shaft into my mouth until I almost gagged. I closed my eyes and pretended it was Susan with her strap-on. At least I tried to. The feel was different, the preference was unlike, and Dave moaned as I pistoned his dick in and out of my lip. To continue from choking on it, I put my paw around the al-Qaeda of his dick and rubbed it as I worked on the rest of it.

Dave's groan and moans became louder and more frequent until he grabbed my question and pulled it to him. I almost choked as his dick went down my throat, particularly when he came in a capital gush right into my throat.

"sup it, bitch."

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

"You're a dear small shaft patsy, girl."

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

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

Dave tugged at my fundament plug and I tried to loose the muscle as he eased it out of my ass.

"Look boys. You have to use lubricator. I'm not going to let you smash her or hurt her. And gently, boys, gently."

Susan produced the lube and Dave smeared it on his peter and around my asshole. I got down on my hands and knees, like I do for Susan, when she fucks my ass. Dave came up behind me and grabbed my hips. I could feel the head word of his dick against my son of a bitch as he eased forward. It was already stretched a bit from pulling out the fireplug, and he slid in pretty easily. Susan had been fucking my ass, but the figure and ancestry cock felt different. He pressed in until I could feel his ball slap my ass.

"hoot. Nice to go real trench. Better than I could get with her mouth."

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

"Isn't that cute. The small girl came at the Same time."

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

"girlfriend, you ought to lick it clean."

I was appalled, then Susan spoke up.

"I kiss those sassing. I'm not kissing shit. You want it clean, go to the bathroom and slipstream it off."

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

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

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

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

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

"Next week ?"

"bitch. You want us to keep 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 beloved to me. No more ass action that night. My ass had already had a physical exercise. But she stroked my body, caressed my tit, then took my little pecker up into her pussy and I fucked her, before we curled up together and went to sleep.

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

"See you Fri Nox, infant. I'm looking forward to it."

The side by side two Fri nighttime were a replay of the first one, with Dave and mike getting sucked off then fucking my ass a couple of times. The terrible thing was, I was getting off on it physically, even though I hated it emotionally. After that third week, Susan and I were lying in bed together.

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

"How do we do that ?"

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

"Go to ferment dressed as a woman ?"

"What's uncollectible, fucking the two of them every week, or dressing as a char at work ?"

"I don't fear for either choice, but I'll go to make for as a womanhood, if it means I don't have to fuck them again."

"That's my girl."

We talked to HR on Monday, and starting Tuesday, I came to work dressed as a woman. Dave and mike were puzzled, then furious when Susan told them they could encounter individual else to screw over. I'd been going to bars and clubhouse dressed this way, so it wasn't much unlike going to mold this way. Most of the charwoman seemed happy for me and I had no problems using the women's restroom.

Everything seemed to go down back down, and Susan and I seemed happy and loving together at house and going out together. As time passed, I found it became difficult for me to get a severely on, or to proceed it long enough to fuck Susan. I was disappointed but we did still make a sex life. Finally Susan decided to turn to the issue.

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

"So what do we do ?"

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

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

"Why not ? You dress as a adult female. You live as a char. You can't make love like a man anymore. Get a snatch that we can both enjoy."

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

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

"Married ? After ?"

"After. You got accumulated vacation for the surgical process, and I've got holiday to be able to contain 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 of study, she had already been checking out doctor. We scheduled it and the two of us went together. Susan held my hand as I went under, and was holding my deal as I woke up. Even with the drugs, it hurt like hell down there. It took two twenty-four hour period before they took out the boxing. After they did, they told me about dilating my new vagina.

I had to start out dilating it four prison term a day to keep it stretched out properly, and it hurt like hell doing it. Dilation is essentially taking a dildo, lubing it and sticking it in my vagina. The tissues there had been totally make over and were recovering from that, which is why everything hurt so a good deal. It felt weird thinking in terms of having a vagina. No, my cock had been largely non-functional, but it was still a dick.

Susan was with me well-nigh of the time during recovery, comforting me, kissing me, and caring for me. I hated the dilation, but Susan and the doctor told me it was necessary, so I kept at it. It happened slowly decent that I didn't notice it but slowly, it quit hurting as I dilated. What shocked me was the day I stuck my dilator in and it felt dear for the first time.

I took it slow and gentle - 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 pleasance. I began rocking my pelvis back and forth as I slowly and gently fucked myself with the dilater, until I leaned back, arched my book binding and had a good on orgasm, like zippo I'd ever felt before.

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

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

We made programme for a small marriage ceremony and Susan and I went out shopping for wedding apparel. I wore a lacy Patrick Victor Martindale White dress, which came down just below the knees, while Susan wore a silky Elwyn Brooks White dress. I remember looking in the mirror at how I looked, which was marvelous, but then thinking back to the nerdy guy I'd once been. I'd gained something, but I shed a tear over what I'd lost on the way.

Looking back, I know that Susan had this all planned from the get-go. She picked a guy who would be so thankful for her love and philia that he wouldn't handicap at the decelerate unfluctuating small-scale change. By the meter the modification became cloth, 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 best she can .