Long Strange Trip

It's been a prospicient, strange trip and not one really in my command.

I should stick in myself, I am Stephanie, though I used to be Stephen. I grew up as a boy, though I suppose I was always a fiddling odd. It kind of started in my senior year of luxuriously schooling, shortly after my 18th birthday. I was plate alone after school. My parents both worked and my older crony, Carl was off doing God knows what with his friends.

Carl is about 6'marvellous and 170 dog pound and muscular. He is athletic and works out regularly and it shows. He has chiseled features and a rakish smile that makes the little girls syncope. In demarcation, I am about 5'6"and 130 pounds. I had little facial hair, since I was a late blooper. My hair was sensitive length. A lot of guy wire wore their hair longer, but I had mass mistaking me for a girl as it was.

I made indisputable the home was securely locked, then went to my closed book cache. I had a wench, a daughter top, a bra, and a couple pair of panties. When I felt sure no one would be around, I'd put them on. It gave me a sexual frisson to dress like that. So I got dressed in my girl wearing apparel, then got a pocket-sized dildo I had pilfered from my mother.

I got down on my hands and knees, pulled down my pantie, stuck the dildo in my ass and began stroking my putz. Just dressing up like a girl got me operose, then putting the dildo in my ass added to that and I was jerking myself off and moaning, when I saw a flash of spark. Carl was standing there with two of his friends and had just shot a moving-picture show of me.

"Well, looks like the piffling girlfriend is having herself some fun."

"Did … you just take a picture of me ?"

"Nice one. You - dressed as a girl with a dildo sticking out of your ass. The kids at your school should have it away seeing that."

"Please don't. I can't have anyone see me like that."

"What's it worth to you to keep it hidden ?"

"What do you entail ? What do you desire ?"

Carl turned to his Quaker."What do you recollect, guy ? Does she blow our dicks or do we have it away her ass, or both ?"

"Please don't make me suck your dicks."

"But fucking your ass is okay ?"

"I don't -. As long as I don't have to suck in your dicks."

"tinker's damn, that sounds like consent to me. What do you recollect ?"

The two guys nodded and smiled. Carl walked over to where I was icy, cowering on the floor. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his hammer. He knelt down and pulled my panties the residuum of the way off, then pulled the dildo out of my ass. Carl dropped his pants and boxers and ranged behind me. I was scared as shit.

"You promise you won't tell anyone or let them see the picture ?"

"As long as you put out for us, we'll proceed your enigma. Right boy ?"

Carl's two ally nodded and mumbled their arrangement. I could feel the headland of Carl's prick at my arse. I bit my lip and whimpered, as he eased his tool into my ass. I loved the feel of Carl's cock going in my ass, I just hated the fact that he could wee-wee me do that for him. As he got all the way in, I could feel his hips up against my ass.

"bitch is tight. Feels damned good. I'm gon na love this."

Carl began to slowly bang me, pulling nearly out before plunging bass inside me again. As he did, he began to pick up pep pill, until he was furiously fucking me, almost knocking me over from the force of it. But since he had tight hold in my hips, I didn't fall over but got fucked longer and heavy than I'd ever imagined. Soon he pulled me snug and got his cock trench as I felt it throb and pulse as he filled my ass with his cum.

By this fourth dimension, my head and upper torso were on the floor, as Carl held my ass up. As Carl finished cumming in me, he turned to his two acquaintance."Who's side by side ?"

Carl's ally Dirk, already had his pants open. Dirk had a hawkish mien and was a petty older than me, but not as old as Carl who was just over a yr older than me. Dirk was a bit shorter, and not as muscular as Carl. I tried to catch my breath as Carl pulled his dick out of me and Dirk got behind me. Dirk was boisterous than Carl and began to fuck me laborious and fast from the start.

Carl's dick had been self-aggrandising around than Dirk's, but Dirk was a footling longer. Carl felt upright, but Dirk hurt me as he fucked me hard. Mercifully, Dirk didn't lowest as long as Carl and came in my ass very quickly.

"You were right, man. It was gracious fuck this bitch."

Dirk finished cumming in my ass and made way for Rob. Rob was about 6'2"and easily 210 pounds. He was a year onetime than Carl, but seemed to shelve to Carl on everything. Rob's hammer was fully grown than either Carl or Dirk, but he eased it into my ass. He stroked my hips as he slowly fucked me and it almost felt loving in comparison.

Rob lasted longer than either Carl or Dirk and when he came, it felt like he turned a firehose on in my ass. After cumming, Rob bent down and kissed the rear of my neck. He kissed my neck opening for a second or so, before he pulled out.

phonograph needle to say, the three guys didn't period with fucking me once. I lost raceway after a spell, but I think they each must have fucked me three metre or more. They stopped when it was almost time for my parents to get home. By that sentence, my ass was sore and I could barely suffer. They helped me to my feet and as they did, I could feel a flood tide of cum running down my legs.

They shuffled me into the bathroom, where I got out of my girl clothes and took a rain shower on legs that threatened to give way at any moment. I washed all the Casimir Funk of our fuck academic term off me, and stood shakily under the water until to the highest degree of their cum quit leaking out of my ass. I wrapped a towel around me and gathered up my girl clothes.

No one was in the bedchamber as I came out, which was a relief. I could discover Carl and my parents talking in another room. I hid my clothes, which were rather a hatful after what we'd done, and put on jean and a tee shirt to follow out.

Everything seemed almost unnaturally normal, and from everyone's natural process and response, you'd never suspect what had been going on just thirty minutes earlier. I was walking singular and my female parent commented on that. Carl quickly replied.

"I tried to get Steph to work out a bit earlier, and you know how little exercise he does. I think he pulled a groin muscle."

My beginner made a very dismissive oink, but my mother came over, and stroked the side of my nerve."poor baby. What can we do to make it palpate better ?"

"He probably just needs some Advil and to rest a bit. Don't worry, I'll get him working out more often so he doesn't suffer so much from a workout."

I know I had a puzzled flavor as I glanced over at Carl. Carl had this smile that told me that today was only the beginning. I must take in looked concerned as I gingerly sat down, while mom got me some water and botheration reliever. Carl walked over to me and looked down.

"Don't worry, Steph. We'll get your ass in shape before too long."

"Do we have to ?"

"You know you enjoyed it."

I did my homework and we ate dinner, though I couldn't help remembering what had happened earlier. A bit later, dad was watching television system, while mom cleaned up the kitchen. Carl spoke to me in a low voice.

"Tomorrow, after school, we're going to have another workout academic term. Wear the Saame workout apparel you did today."

"What… are you… ?"

"After all, we have to get your ass in shape."

"But I thought, ,,"

"wellspring, I guess you thought wrong."

Carl pulled out his telephone and brought up pictures of me, first just in female child clothes with my dildo in my ass, then of Dirk fucking me, then of Rob fucking me. My mother saw Carl showing me exposure and spoke up.

"What are you boys looking at ?"

"I was showing Steph pix of a girl I know."

My female parent walked over and I was scared shitless that she would see the pix Carl had just shown me. Carl showed my mom his phone, and she looked at it and smiled.

"She's pretty. Who is she ?"

"Just a little girl I know."

Carl angled his phone so I could see that he had a nip of a pretty young woman - not the pix of me. My mother seemed interested in it all.

"Is she someone you're dating, or going to date ?"

"I wish. She has a boyfriend. But she didn't object to a picture."

I resumed breathing, and my middle rate got closer to normal. My mother went to watch her display on the other goggle box. Dad, of course, had dozed off while watching a show. Carl turned back to me, once she was out of earshot.

"You are ours, just as long as we want you."

"I don't like that."

"So you'd prefer being outed as a cross dresser who dildos his ass and lets guys fuck him ?"

"I only did that because you made me."

"And you came on the flooring twice while we fucked you."

"I really don't have much pick, do I ?"

"After schoolhouse tomorrow, and the future day, and the day after that. As long as we like."

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So nearly every day, after school, I put on my young woman clothes and got fucked by Carl, Dirk, and Rob. Honestly, I enjoyed dressing up as a daughter. I even enjoyed being fucked, but what I didn't like was having no say about it. There were Clarence Day when I didn't finger much like it or where my ass was sore from what they had previously done. It didn't matter though, they wanted it, so I had to do it.

It didn't take long before they got even more demanding. I think Dirk was the offset.

"This bitch is too haired. Look at the hair on her legs."

"You want me to shave my legs ?"

"I'll bet her underarms are furred too."

"Yeah, I haven't shaved there."

"shaving everything from the neck down."

"right field now ?"

"No, don't cut into our have a go at it time, but before tomorrow."

"But if the great unwashed notice."

"So you wear a shirt with sleeves and long pants."

In one sense, I was happy to be a fiddling more than girly, I just would induce preferred it to be my choice to do it and when to do it. After they were done fucking me for the day, as I was showering off, I began to shave the hair. The legs were pretty easy to knock off, at to the lowest degree the lower legs and in presence. Shaving the backs of my speed legs was trickier.

I had to be careful with the underarms, and I really had to be careful shaving around my prick and orb. I only had a few branchlet of hair on my chest, but I got rid of that, and even shaved my branch. It felt a niggling Weird at first, but left my pare feeling so smooth out. I took a full set of clothes in the lavatory with me so no one could see where I had shaved.

The next day, Carl, Dirk, and Rob seemed so often happier that I'd shaved. Rob was usually more tender and affectionate and he really began to treat me like a girlfriend. Dirk was kind of a jerk, but that was pretty normal. Carl even seemed a little more tender.

My hair started getting longer and I mentioned that I needed to get a haircut. Carl nixed that very quickly.

"Since you're our girl, you need more than little girl clothes, you need young lady hair too."

Carl knew someone who knew a hairstylist. They trimmed my hair such that I could brush it one way and look girlish, and another way to look more boyish. For a spell, I was really concerned at schooltime. I worried that in spitefulness of what they said that one of the guy cable would share photos of me, or that someone would notice that I'd shaved my physical structure hair. Since I was never in a footlocker way, that never became a problem.

Of course of study the changes didn't end with hair. After a little while, Rob spoke up.

"You know our girl here would bet prettier if she used some makeup."

"Like what ?"

"You definitely need some lipstick and eye shadow."

"That's all ?"

"I don't know. What do the former female child use ?"

"I don't know, and I can't exactly just go ask them."

"So google it, baby."

So I went out online and found some war paint primers. There were TV showing how to enforce it and what to use, most aimed at tween girls, but it served my needs. I was afraid to go to the department entrepot, so I just went to a drug computer memory and picked up a few matter. It felt like the female teller looked at me funny when I went to check out.

"I'm… getting some items… for my mother."

"Are you sure you have the rightfulness colour ? You have items for a distich of unlike tegument tonicity here."

"I wasn't certainly what to get."

"Is her sputter tone perhaps close to yours ?"

I know I had to have blushed, when she asked."Pretty close."

"Let me help you witness some better items."

There weren't many people in the store, which I made sure of, and there was another cashier, so she went back over to cosmetics and helped me pick out some items that worked a little better. She finished and rang up my leverage and bagged them.

"fountainhead, I hope ‘ your female parent'enjoys what you bought."

"I'm, ,, I'm trusted she will."

"semen see me again if you need any more help buying thing for ‘ your mother ’."

I turned red again, because I just knew that she knew I was buying them for myself. I got antsy at schoolhouse for several days after, just certain that Scripture would get around that I was buying make-up for myself. Nothing much happened though so I relaxed again.

Rob, in particular got even more lovesome after I began wearing make-up. Rob didn't just know me, he would buss me and stroke my face and my soundbox. I really felt like Rob liked the miss me, and I was beginning to care him too.

well-nigh of our natural action took place weekdays after shoal, but on weekends, Carl would get horny and bang me after our parents went to sleep. We have a three bedroom menage, but the third sleeping accommodation is a low noodle sleeping accommodation, so Carl and I share a room. He waited until my parents had been asleep for a while, and frankly I had even been asleep.

I felt the bed move as he got on my bed. I was still half asleep as he uncovered me. He told me to keep quiet and turned me so I was on deal and articulatio genus. He pulled off my jockey shorts and took off his boxers. I was dry and my ass was kind of tight, but he got the head of his cock at my entrance. He tried to relieve it in, but it hurt some, and I whimpered.

Carl had to work his motherfucker in an in at a time. An inch forward, then an in or two back, Carl slowly got his cock deep inside me. I was concerned because I tended to groan while being fucked, and I was afraid my parents would ignite up, hear something and come to enquire. Not only did I not want people in my schoolhouse to know, but I didn't want my parents to know I had Carl and his booster fucking me.

I stayed pretty quiet and in spite of my fears, neither of my parents heard or came to see what was happening. On weekdays, Carl fucked me two, three, or four clip. Dirk and Rob did likewise. Since it was a weekend, Carl hadn't fucked me that day. He slowly and sensually fucked my ass, until he came in me. He took a break before fucking me once more before letting me get some sleep.

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It became pretty typical for Carl to get his solo weekend shag after a week of the three guys tag team fucking me. After a few of the weekend nooky, Carl had an idea.

"On the weekends, I want you in bra and panties when I fuck you."

"You want me to wear a bra and panties to bed ?"

"Sure. Why not ? Our kinsfolk never wake us on weekends, and seldom during the week."

"Can I take the bra off after you've fucked me ?"

"If you have to, but I want you to celebrate the panties on."

"I mean, I like wearing panties, but -"

"Yeah, I think you do. Maybe you should wear out panties all the time, not just when you're being fucked."

"But if I do that -"

"Do you go showing your underwear to people at school ?"

"No, of line not."

"Then how would they ever know ?"

"If something happened -"

"You just need to make sure cypher happens."

"What about washing ? I need to snarf to do my girl clothes as it is."

"human body it out."

"And I'm not sure I have enough panties."

"fountainhead then, I guess you need to buy more."

Carl was not willing to be dissuaded, so I bought several more twain of panties and wore them in property of my boy underwear all the time. I told my mom that I felt a motive to avail a little more around the house, so I'd do my own laundry from now on. I tried to do it when neither of my parents could accidently see what I was washing and drying. I almost got caught a few fourth dimension, but basically succeeded.

In one way, I was well-chosen. I felt more and more like a actual girl, between wearing scanty, being fucked, and my apparel up sessions for the three guy wire. I still worried deeply about other kidskin at my school finding out. Carl, Rob, and Dirk kept their parole and as long as I let them fuck me, they kept the pix enigma. I wore panties to school, but no one seemed the wiser.

Dirk's father got a packaging that required them to act to another city. Dirk was the roughest of the three, so in one sense I wasn't distressed that he was going. Just before he moved, we had a academic session where every early time I got fucked, it was by Dirk. I worried that once he wasn't getting fucked anymore that Dirk would release the pix. Carl and Rob threatened him though.

"I know you aren't going to be getting a piece of her any longer, but Rob and I still have a good thing. If you screw that up, I swear we will track your ass down, and offend you."

"I promise, I won't screw things up for you guys."

Carl and Rob seemed satisfied with his hope and I was relieved. Dirk came over and squeezed my ass cheeks, then gave me a hard swat to the ass.

"Damn, I'm going to miss fucking this regularly."

"Well, bro, maybe you can fall back for a visit and get some then."

"Maybe, maybe."

So now I had only two guy to fill, instead of three. I did enjoy being fucked, but three of them was almost too demanding. With two, it was more like having lovers. We continued with Carl and Rob during the workweek, and Carl late at night on the weekends.

One Tuesday, Rob fucked me a few times, but had to entrust early. Carl and I continued, but lost track of time. As common, I was in skirt, blouse, and bra, with Carl's dick deep in my ass. It had been a particularly satisfying fuck, and I felt Carl cum in my ass, when the chamber door opened. My founder stood there, and when he saw us, his fount was almost purple.

Dad slammed the bedroom doorway. Carl pulled his cock out of my ass and pulled up his dungaree and Boxer. I was in cushion as my female parent opened the door. I cowered on the bed as Carl dashed from the way. My female parent looked at me with sorrow and disdain.

"Put your panty on and sit up."

I scrambled to put my step-in on, then realized how I looked.

"I should change."

"Sit down and exclude up."

I was shaking visibly as a sat down on the bed, still in my wench and such.

"Your forefather said you are no longer his son. Whether you even live here depends on whether you do exactly as I say."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Do you have any other female attire ?"

"A few things."

"I should have known. Where are they ?"

I had two early wench, blouses, and bras with a lot of dyad of pantie. I told her where she could come up them all. She gathered them all up and turned to me, still cowering on the bed.

"seed with me."

"You mean dressed like this ?"

"Yes, now do it."

I got up on shivering branch and followed her out of the bedroom. She went to the give up bedroom in the bonce, with me following. When she got there, she threw all my girlfriend clothes on the bed.

"You can put your clothes away."

"What do you think of ?"

"This is now your room. We won't have a girl and a boy sharing a bedroom."

"But I'm not -"

"You're no longer my son. You're now my daughter."

"But, I'm a boy."

"Not by what you're wearing, and not by your actions."

"What about the ease of my wearing apparel ?"

"We'll have to buy you Thomas More skirts, tops, and bras."

"But my boy wearing apparel ?"

"If you're a lady friend, you'll wear girl apparel, not boy clothes."

"But I still have a month of school. What do I fag out ?"

"Since you're a girlfriend, you'll tire out girl wearing apparel to school."

"Please don't make me do that."

"You made a option to coif like a fille and get fucked like a girl. Now everyone can see the girl you are."

"Can't we do something else ?"

"You can take your stuff, leave here, and not come back. Then you can dress anyway you want."

My mother was adamant. She had me take a exhibitioner and variety into clean dress, then said we were going to buy some extra clothes.

"Can I alter first ?"

"You changed into strip clothes."

"I mean into boy clothes."

"You have no boy clothes. They've already been given to charity."

"So I have to go shopping like this ?"

"Put on some constitution and brush your hair decently."

I did that and came back. My mother looked at me and seemed more satisfied.

"So let's go clothes shopping."

My mother led me downstairs, though I hated the fact that I had to go out dressed in my daughter apparel. I really didn't want anyone I knew to see me in them, even if I did like wearing them. We got to the livelihood elbow room, where my father sat glowering. Carl sat there looking very chastened. My Padre saw me and looked even angrier.

"You disgust me."

"I'm sorry. What can I do - ?"

"I thought you were my son. I guess I was wrong."

"I want to be your son."

"You gave up that right when you dressed like a girl and let Guy get it on your ass."

"So I can't -"

"You can try to be a near girl."

"I have to be a lady friend ?"

"That was what you chose."

"I can't unchoose ?"

"Not living in this household."

"I only have a month leftfield of school. Can't I be a boy for that ?"

"No you can't. You're going to be punished for what you did, and your penalization is for everyone you know to see you as the girl you seem to be."

"I could get my boy clothes and leave."

"You have no boy clothes. They were given to charity. You can leave, but as the missy you are."

"And if I stay ?"

"You stay as a young lady - and you do not have got sex with your crony - ever again."

"I only did that -"

"Don't fucking lie to me. You did it because you wanted to."

"I'm sorry."

"At least I understand why you never dated any girls."

"I never found any who'd go out with me."

"I wonder why. And if you date any boys, you'd best not have it away them here."

"Yes, sir."

My mother took me out shopping and bought me some extra skirts and tops, along with a dress, some bras and some flats. I felt broken walk around the storage dressed as a girl. Luckily, I didn't see anyone I knew, but I just felt like people were looking at me and they knew. There wasn't lots I could do though.

"What about getting me some jean and tees ?"

"Since you're going to be a girl, you'll dress 100 % girl."

"But they know me as a boy at school."

"I'll go in with you tomorrow and we'll reference that."

Then my mother took me to a nail salon, where she had them put bright garden pink polish on my fingernails and toenails. She made certainly that I had flats that showed my toenails. I had never worn nail down round off before and felt strange at how it made me so out there. She clearly was going to hold me as feminine as she possibly could.

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The next day, I was dressed in bird, blouse, bra, and step-in, as my mother drove me to school. I wanted just to hop-skip the rest of the schooling year, but my mother and Fatherhood wouldn't let me.

"You live here, you're going to schoolhouse, period."

She walked back to the office with me, and I could see other nestling looking funny at me. Some laughed out loud. She sat down with me in the principal's situation, along with the dean of son and doyen of girls.

"The student who you knew as Stephen is now Stephanie. She is transitioning to female and will be dressing as such from now on."

"We are going to deliver an issue with the locker rooms."

"I've completed my phys ed reference. I won't be in any locker room."

"I don't want you in the girl's toilet, or the boy's for that matter."

"There's a couple of I person unisex bathrooms."

"Those are primarily for sure handicapped persons."

"Can I please use those ?"

"I suppose that is the best alternative."

"Why the hell did you have to do this now ?"

"I didn't have much of a choice."

"You made your option, so you'll hold out with the moment. Don't number crying to us about how the other students treat you."

I was never exactly a pop person before that, but I was not decidedly unpopular. nigh students now avoided me, but the ones who didn't were a real number problem. I was called a queer and a tranny. I had Guy saying I should suck their dicks or let them fuck me. I had some pulling up my annulus as I walked down the halls. One even pulled up my annulus and stuck his hand in my panties.

The instructor kept it from getting too bad during the day. Once school was over and I left the schooltime grounds I had boys who beat me up. One time a span of bozo held me down as others pulled my panties off. A brace of cat tried to occupy my skirt off me. Luckily there were adults who intervened before things got too bad.

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When my female parent said she had a doctor's appointment for me right after schooling one day, I was ecstatic. At to the lowest degree for one day, I'd escape the harassment after school.

"Stephanie here is transitioning to female. What can you do to help ease her modulation ?"

"I'm guessing you want HRT ?"

"Absolutely."

"We'll start her with a shot and give her hebdomadally crack after that."

I had no idea what they were talking about, but they gave me a shot. I figured that if I was in a Doctor of the Church's situation I was at to the lowest degree secure from the harassment. I felt a footling odd, after the beginning shot, which continued with subsequent shots. minuscule did I know what the stroke were doing to me.

I no longer had guys fucking me after school each day, and Carl was not allowed to love me at all. Dirk had moved out of townspeople, but Rob was around and was interested in dating Stephanie. I accepted a date from Rob, which turned out to give position benefits. Rob was big enough so no one was going to grant him bother about dating me. Beyond that, Rob had friends at my school day. He told them to puddle sure no one laid a hand on me. I still had kids calling me names and making rude prompting, but no one touched me after that.

Friday evening, Rob picked me up for a date. He had a job and a car and a home of his own. He didn't make a lot of money, so we just had fast food for dinner and went to see a movie, before going back to his blank space. It was just a little studio apartment, hardly unstinted, but it gave us some seclusion and gave me an flight from my parents.

Rob was angelic and he got me something to drink in and we sat down on his small sofa. He stroked my face and kissed me. I kissed him back and we spent quite a patch kissing as Rob stroked my body. Eventually we moved over to his bed, where he took off my annulus and top. He pulled off my panties and tenderly fucked my ass. He repeated that a couple more times before driving me home.

I began to particular date Rob regularly and we both seemed to care for each early. After a brace of dates, we were sitting on his lounge after we'd kissed and stroked each other for a patch. Rob stopped and pulled back slightly then dropped his middle slightly.

"You said before that you didn't want to suck dicks."

I took a deep hint before replying."When I was being crew banged by three guys, I didn't want to nurse your gumshoe too."

"And now ?"

"What I do for one person I care about may be different."

With that, I slid off the lounge and moved right in front of Rob on the flooring. I looked up at him, and he looked down at me, then I reached up and slowly unzipped his pants. His legs were already somewhat bedcover, but he spread them even wider and slid his coxa forward on the sofa. I undid his belt and the button on his pants and pulled his cock out.

I wrapped my hand around the Qaeda of his pecker and leaned forward with my lips loosely closed. I let the head word of his prick paste my lips, almost like they would a pussy, and eased his rod into my sass. I kept my lips firmly around his cock as I bobbed my heading back and Forth River, fucking my sass with his putz. Rob leaned back and moaned even as he stroked my head with one hand.

I took it slacken and easy as he began to affect his pelvic girdle slightly back and forth. I took as a good deal of his tool in my mouth as I could without choking. I lovingly worshiped his cock until he held my head tight and came with a gush in my lip. He held me firm as he filled my mouth with his cum. I swallowed it several meter and he finally released me as the last few spurt of cum trickled out.

I worked his softening prick in and out of my mouth, sucking all the cum off him. Finally I had only the straits still in my mouth as I let my lips close as I pulled the tip out. Then I licked the glans and particularly the tip and the slit for the last few driblet of cum. I finished and climbed back on the lounge with Rob who began kissing me, no uncertainty tasting his own cum in my mouth.

After we kissed for a spell he got up, picked me up and carried me over to the bed, where he tenderly undressed me and fucked me. After he came in my ass, he thanked me for sucking him off.

"For you, I'm glad to do that. I just ask that after you've fucked my ass, that you wash your dick off before I suck it."

"For you, I'll do that, baby."

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I finally made it through the revulsion show that was the utmost calendar month of school. I was finally going to calibrate and be out of that place. I didn't want to go to my graduation, but of grade my parents insisted. I felt like their life was not stark unless they could humiliate me a little encourage. In cap and night-robe, it was surd to see my girl clothes, but my mother made sure my hair and makeup told the story.

As though to add to the whole load of abasement, when they called my epithet for me to come forward, they called for Stephen Miller rather than Stephanie, which made it well-defined to even more citizenry that I was born Male but living as a female. As I walked up to get my mock sheepskin, I could discover loud laughter, along with hoots and a few multitude even shouting ‘ faggot'or ‘ tranny'at me.

Of course there had been more remark both before and after I was on level. I wanted to cry, but had no intent of letting them have me cry. Rob was there also, and hugged me once it was all over. My parents seemed somewhat conflicted about Rob, largely because he was a incontrovertible in my new life that they had imposed on me.

My parents insisted that I needed to get a job, now that I'd graduated. They got me an ancient Honda, cheap, but still very reliable for transportation and told me besides working, they felt I should go to a community college nearby. I had a few month before the spill condition started so I began looking for work, mostly as a sales clerk.

I had my driver's license redone with my photo as I now looked, but it still had my epithet as Stephen, and gender as male, as did my social security card. My parents said that I could pay for my figure change from what I earned, and just go with that until I could give that. A mates places looked at me and looked at the name and sexuality on my ID, and sent me on my way.

After many tries, I finally found someone who would hire me. My gaffer seemed mostly okay with it all, but some of my co-workers were damned unhappy about it. This place had no unisex bathrooms and a few people called me a pervert and threatened me if I went into the cleaning woman's toilet facility. I tried to drink as little as possible during the day, and use the bathroom where I went to lunch.

Occasionally, I even got some grief at tiffin, but at to the lowest degree there they were less probable to bed my nativity sexuality and object to me. I worked in a small department store and they put me in women's wear. I guess in one sense that was fitting, though I got some smutty reaction if cleaning woman asked for aid in the changing rooms.

I tried to be well-disposed and helpful in spite of the grief I got from some fellow worker. Eventually, a couple of the cleaning woman grew to like me. They helped run noise with some of the awful people.

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As the summer progressed, the hormone treatments began to take some event. I hadn't really known quite what to expect, so when my breasts became more sensitive and started to acquire, it was variety of a shock. My waist seemed to narrow and my articulatio coxae grow as fat distribution changed. I never had a lot of breast or facial hair's-breadth, but lost some and got no more.

Rob loved the variety and as I started to get boobs, he enjoyed playing with them, though they were very low at first, and never really got much beyond an a-cup. Carl seemed to get overjealous of Rob and the fact that Rob could still have it away me even though Carl was forbidden. Carl kind of suggest that we should come up some way for him to fuck me, but I told him I wasn't going to get thrown out over him.

I suppose I could have moved in with Rob, though he never brought that up. We dated and fucked, but he wasn't set for me to be a live-in fan, at least not as I was. With what I was being paid, I couldn't afford my own place, so I was stuck with living by what my parents wanted until I could afford something better.

It occurred to me that if I moved out, I could go back to sustenance as a boy, but with the effects of the internal secretion treatments that seemed unlikely and I wasn't sure that was what I wanted anyhow. In nigh ways, I was far felicitous as a girl, even if I did get a lot of dirt over having been born as a boy. Rob and I began to mouth about it all when we were together.

"Have you thought about getting surgical process to get a pussy ?"

"It's expensive, and I have to exist as a female for a year before they'll do it."

"That stinks. If you were all lady friend, I'd have you move in with me."

"I wish I were, for both of us. My parents still seem to hate me."

"I guess we'll keep going like this for a while then."

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residential area college started in the fall, and while some of the former students knew me, many others didn't. I'd gotten the money to do a public figure modification and gotten my driver's permit changed to show me as female, so that reduced some of the clash. But along the way, Rob began to back off. He started to date another girl, someone who was born as a girl.

Before long, Rob and I seemed to be account and he was seen all over townspeople with his new girlfriend. There were a few guy rope and even a few fille who seemed worry in me, but I knew that to the highest degree of them would not like what I was. A mates of sentence, people who had been interested, got tipped off by folk music who knew me. Those people invariably began avoiding me afterwards.

I mostly became the solitary female child, though I had a few fille who were leave to hang with me, though they had no interest in anything physical. After a patch, I almost wished I could go back to having Carl get laid me occasionally, but I wasn't going to risk having my parents throw us both out over it. So I worked, I went to school, I hung with my few friends, and got very comfortable with being a girl.

As my school year ended, my mother came to me and told me I ought to go ahead with behind surgical operation, and said she would help underwrite the cost. I had some vacation time saved up from my job, so I took time off and went ahead with it. At that item, I wasn't sure it would matter to anyone but me and my mother, but I was ready.

It also was courteous because I really did have got a choice this time. My female parent encouraged it, but the decision was mine to make. I doubt that I'd have made that if it weren't for what I'd already been through. It had sort of reached the point where the operating theater just confirmed things. Even if I moved out, I was never going to even try to live as a guy any longer.

I was well-heeled as a woman and that seemed to be who I really was. I still got grief from co-worker and some other pupil, but more and more seemed to accept me as a fair sex. I still had to determine my whole step, as a few of the haters looked like they could become violent. One disappointment was when I ran into Rob while out somewhere.

Rob had been the most supportive in the early on days of this journeying. It was disappointing to find that he had now flipped and was hostile and dismissive. I was with a few friends when he saw me and came over. It was about a hebdomad before my operating theatre was scheduled. A handful of us were celebrating the end of another work week, as well as congratulating me on my upcoming operation.

"I don't know if you know it, but Stephanie here is actually a boy who dresses like a girl and lets guy fuck him in the ass."

"Which you did Thomas More than anyone else and that didn't seem to bother you then."

"I didn't know any better then."

"You fucked me in the ass repeatedly, over a few months and couldn't tell I had boy component ?"

"I thought that's what you wanted."

"So you and your acquaintance threatened to send picture of me dressed as a girl and being fucked, in order to get me to continue to let you sleep together me."

"You sure as Hell seemed to enjoy it."

"Like you didn't."

"I moved on and found something better - a genuine girl."

"I'm sorry for her."

Rob turned and stormed off. I wanted to cry, but didn't want to establish him the satisfaction and didn't want my Quaker to know he made me cry.

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I took two week vacation and had my operating room. My mother was there to support me and comfort me. I wish I could say I'd gotten any support from Carl or my father, but I didn't. After two weeks, I returned to make for, but still wasn't moving as well as I might. Standing on my feet during a sales break was sturdy, but I could sit at a cash register part of the meter and that helped.

By the time school started in the downslope, I seemed almost back to normal. I still wasn't cleared for vaginal sex, but since I wasn't seeing anyone, that really didn't matter. I started my classes and found few of the hoi polloi who knew Sir Leslie Stephen. Basically multitude just seemed to know and accept me as Stephanie. I even had a few hombre who seemed interested in me, though I tried to discourage that.

Some guys get really hostile if they find that the daughter they are with is trans, even if she has had the surgery. I didn't want to chance that. Now there are some guy rope who fetishize trans women, but I didn't really want anything to do with them either. I had a few girlfriends who I hung with but tried to debar guy as much as possible.

In a way, that was sad. I felt like a girl, and had fille share, including a pussy and boobs that were now roughly a b-cup. I wanted to take a boyfriend - someone to escort me, kiss me, and even have it away me. Now that I had a pussy, I wanted to be fucked there, though I wouldn't mind the occasional ass shag. I was afraid though - afraid of having a guy get interest then being repelled when he found I was trans.

There was one guy, named Tom, who I had not known before, who talked to me a few meter after a class we shared. Tom was hardly an Adonis, but seemed variety of tranquillise and even shy. Tom was about 5'9"with an mean face and average out body - certainly not ripped. He wore glasses and was somewhat bookish. After a while, he suggested that we study together.

I certainly was unspoilt with studying, but only in world post and not with any physical affection. We began to drop a footling metre together like that when Tom finally worked up the nerve and asked me for a date. I'd been worried about that, mostly because I was afraid of his reactions.

"I'm not sure it's wise for us to date."

"Why ? Because we're pickings classes together ?"

Now was what I'd feared."No, because I'm trans."

"What do you entail ?"

"I was assigned male at birth. I lived nearly of my lifetime as a boy. There are still people in town who know me as a boy."

"But you look like a girl."

"I am a girl."

"But are you a lady friend there ?"

Obviously, he wanted to make love what I had between my legs. I still wasn't quite to the point where I'd been cleared for vaginal sex, though I'd been dilating it very regularly. Still I felt insecure and felt his dubiousness was intrusive.

"At this pointedness, it doesn't really matter what I am there. If we get to a point where it does matter, you'll know."

"So I would be going out with you not knowing if you're a daughter or a boy ?"

"I'm a girl, regardless of what I have there. If you have to have sex that before going out with me, then you shouldn't date me."

"I like you, and want to go out with you."

"Even if you don't know that ?"

Tom looked at me, bit his lip and looked at his shoes. He shook his header very slightly, then looked back at me again.

"You'll let me know before we get - intimate ?"

"I will."

"I … I think I still want to go out with you."

"If you really mean it, then give me a kiss."

"A candy kiss ?"

"On the lips."

Tom looked very uncertain. He seemed nervous, then he took a rich breath.

"I've never kissed a missy before."

"Then it's time to start."

Tom's eyes got very wide, as he leaned forward. His lips parted slightly, then he closed his oculus and touched his lips to mine. He didn't do much more than rival his lips to mine, but I leaned into him and kissed him. He began to kiss me back, and after about thirty instant, I pulled back. Tom bit his lip again and looked at me.

"I enjoyed that."

"Assuming you still want to go out, at the end of our date, you can let a in effect kiss."

"You promise ?"

"Just as long as you treat me right."

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I still felt nervous, even knowing that Tom knew I was trans. I didn't want him to pick me up at my house, so I met him at a restaurant for dinner. We had a skillful repast and then went to see a pic future door to the eating house. In the dramatics, Tom put his arm around me, which made us both feel a picayune funny. I had not really been close to anyone since Rob broke up with me calendar month earlier.

After the movie, Tom walked me to my car, and we talked for a longsighted time. I realized that Tom was quite shy and nerdy.

"I have to admit, I've never really had a girl before."

"But you've been on dates with other girls ?"

"You're the first."

"So were you never intimate with any girls before ?"

"None, at all."

"You should acknowledge, I'm no virgin. I've been with boys."

"You mean -. How ?"

"I'm not going to kick in you any details, but if you want a girl who's as innocent as you are - that's not me."

"You're still not going to tell me -"

"Before we reach a stop where it would matter, you'll know."

"I don't know if I feel well-fixed being confidant with someone who is still a boy there."

"I understand."

"I'm not sure -. How would we - ?"

I touched a fingerbreadth to his brim and he stopped talking.

"I think it's fourth dimension for you to give me a veridical candy kiss, and for me to go home."

Tom still looked unsettled as he moved toward me. I grabbed him and pulled him tight to me and lifted my head for him to kiss me. He very tentatively put his arms around me as he kissed me. He wasn't the keen visage, but he was sweet. He had one script loosely touching my waist. I reached down and moved his hand down onto my ass.

Tom made a funny sound as we kissed, but he didn't stop kissing me. His hand rested loosely on my ass, so I reached down and pressed it more firmly into my ass. He kept kissing me, but through his apparel, I could sense his cock getting hard. He tried to call on so it was not pressed against me, but I held him tight so he couldn't.

I loved that fact that kissing me and touching my ass was getting him turned on and hard. I had gotten the okay for vaginal sex from my Doctor, but for some reason wanted to take it slow with Tom. We kissed for a small longer, before I pulled back.

"I need to be getting place, but thank you. I enjoyed going out with you and I'm glad you asked me."

"Maybe we can do this again soon."

"I hope so."

I gave him a quick candy kiss, and got in my car. I was almost floating on air, but was brought back to earth by the thought that as we went along Tom might depart to experience antsy about dating a trans woman. Not only that, but some of the former ethnic music at schoolhouse know I'm trans and might impart him some crap about it. Would he still finger the Saame way if the great unwashed teased or harassed him over dating me ?

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Tom and I began going out every weekend, in addition to studying together. At first I just let him buss me and match my ass. After a while, I let him touch my boobs too. I made it clear he was not to touch me between the legs. I wanted to get there and even beyond but after everything I'd been through previously, I wanted to take it slow with him.

"Stephanie, I almost don't care what you have between your legs now. But if we get severe, I hope you're willing to be a girl there too."

"I already am a girl there."

"I'm glad, even though I love you regardless."

"I told you I'm not a Virgo, but I am a Virgo there."

"But, how ?"

"Anal and oral."

"I didn't think about how -"

"You've never been informal with anyone ?"

"No. Does that bother you ?"

"It doesn't, and I'm not certainly I'm ready to go all the way, but I can give you sense serious, If you'd like."

"How ?"

We were in a cellar elbow room at his parent's house, and his sept were out for the even. I slid off the couch and got on my knees on the trading floor in movement of Tom. He looked uncertain, even though I could see that his dick was hard in his pants. I gently spread his pegleg, moved forward and unzipped his trouser. I reached in and pulled out his shaft which looked like it was trying to shoot its way out.

"Are you sure about this ?"

I leaned forward and took the oral sex of his cock in my mouth. Tom moaned and slumped back in the sofa. I slowly took it in my mouth as deeply as I could. I'd never learned to deep pharynx, but Tom seemed to enjoy whatever I was able-bodied to do. I used my lips and tongue, getting it most of the way in, then slowly back out until I had only the head still between my lips.

I did my damnedest to make it slacken, sensual, and loving as my back talk made love to his rod. It took almost no time before Tom erupted in my sass. He had several spirt over about twenty or thirty second base, and I wanted to get every bit of it. I kept working him in and out of my mouth as he unloaded his cum in me. As he stopped spurting and started to damp, I eased him out, cleaning him off as I went.

I tucked him back in his gasp and zipped him back up. Tom almost looked like he was passed out on the sofa. I climbed back up and sat beside him on the couch and he started to charge slightly. I leaned over him and kissed him, giving him a taste of his own cum. He was almost frantic in his kisses for a few minutes, before he settled back down.

"That was fantastic, Stephanie. I just wish I could build you feel as good as you made me feel."

"We'll get there. We're just not there quite yet."

I heard his parents come back in the house, so I hopped up and smoothed my skirt and blouse. I ducked in the little pulverization room in the cellar to ascertain my makeup, which was a little askew after what I'd done. I touched that up and came out to find Tom's dad had come down to check on us. Tom was standing talking to his father.

When Tom's father turned to count at me, Tom tried to discretely adjust his dick in his pants.

"I hope I didn't break up anything."Tom's Father said with a look that said he knew damned well he had interrupted something.

I smiled at him before replying."No, it was getting to be time for me to go home anyhow."

Tom rushed over to me."I'll walk you out to your car."

We went out to my car, and I felt certain one or more of his parents were watching us. Tom hugged me and gave me a longsighted kiss.

"That was great, but I want so much more."

"We'll get there - soon."

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Several days later at school, I saw Tom and he appeared very upset.

"My begetter did some asking around and found out that you used to be a boy."

"And he didn't like that."

"He told me to quit seeing you."

"I'm sorry."

"I told him I wouldn't."

"How did he react to that ?"

"He turned purplish and I thought he was going to hit me."

"He didn't, I hope."

"No, but he threatened to kick me out of the house."

"What will you do ?"

"My mother put her fundament down and said he wasn't going to do that."

"Thank God."

"But he told me I'm never to fetch you in the house again."

"Not too storm, I guess."

"My mother is not angry like my dad, but she wants to let the cat out of the bag with you."

"You and I together ?"

"You and her alone."

Something told me this would not sprain out good, but I agreed to forgather with his mother. We set up a meeting where she and I could talk privately and not be overheard. I was almost afraid that I'd never be seen or heard from again.

"So you are ‘ Stephanie'?"

"I am."

"So why did you latch onto my son ?"

"Tom asked me out. I wasn't looking for any guy."

"And just how ‘ close'have the two of you gotten ?"

"Not that close, physically."

"If you did, are you even capable of being close the way a man and woman would ?"

"There's to a greater extent than one way that a man and woman can be close, but we could be close in all the ways a man and woman normally could."

"And where do you expect the relationship with Tom to go ?"

"I don't know where he wants it to go."

"Where do you require it to go ?"

"I'm almost afraid to have any expectations."

"Most normal guys would have no stake in the the like of you."

"Don't I know that ? And some just want the kinky pleasure of saying they fucked a trans woman."

"My son isn't like that."

"Which is why I agreed to go out with him."

"Do you ask him to marry you ?"

"We aren't anywhere even fill up to considering that."

"But you want to get married ?"

"I'd like to get married to a man, if I can find one who truly love me."

"The word of honor is that you slept with a couple of former guys."

"I'm not proud of that, and I told Tom I'm no virgin."

"If you do get married, you could never ingest a baby."

"I have some distaff equipment but not the equipment for that."

"My husband and I want grandchildren."

"There's always adoption."

"Tom seems to be in love with you."

"There are luck of romances that never go anywhere."

"What do you want with Tom ?"

"Just a convention human relationship between a man and a woman."

"Some people wouldn't even consider you a woman."

"Those are people that I'd never want a relationship with."

"What if I told you to stay away from my son ?"

"I didn't pursue him, he pursued me. You'll have to convince him to stay away from me."

"I honestly expected something unlike from you, Stephanie."

"I'm sure I'm not what you want for a daughter-in-law, but I don't know that it will ever get that far."

"And if Tom dumps you tomorrow ?"

"It'll hurt, but I'll go on. I've already lived through hurt and abuse that you could never imagine."

"I'm not sure you're the correct individual for Tom, but he has to make his own decisions."

"If he decides I'm what he wants, and if he's what I want, I hope you can accept that."

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Tom was already working share time, while going to school. He managed to get full-of-the-moon meter 60 minutes and given the enmity of his father began looking for a billet of his own. I was still working full sentence, so between it all, we didn't have as much clock time for dating as we'd like. My Brother Carl had moved away from nursing home, and when my parents took a holiday, I brought Tom back to my house.

We spent some fourth dimension making out on the lounge, then I took Tom to my sleeping accommodation. I still was in the little attic bedroom. I guess I could induce moved into the bedroom that Carl vacated, but that still held some computer storage that I wanted to put behind me. When we got to my bedchamber, Tom was afraid to think that it could mean something more.

We sat on the bed and kissed and I asked Tom to unbutton my blouse. His helping hand were shaking as he did, and he fumbled with a dyad of the buttons before he finished. I shrugged off my blouse, and Tom sat there with a spirit of neural prediction on his face. I took one of his hands and put it on a bra cup. He hesitated before beginning to stroke my tit through my bra.

We kissed as he caressed my breasts through my bra, before I asked him to unhook my bra. I had to grow around so he could see the back of my bra, since he couldn't unhook it without looking. I almost felt shy as I turned back around and let my bra fall off me. Tom saw my boob and looked amazed. I put his hands on my titty and his eyes got very big.

He began to fondle my boob as I lay back on the bed. He stroked them for a patch, before I pulled his pass down to one of them. He took the nipples in his mouth and began to suck on it, as though he could get milk out of my boob. I loved it. Rob was the exclusively other guy to touch my pinhead and they were smaller and less sensitive then.

Tom loved my titties and gave them the aid they had never had before. As he played with them, I could find a heat rising through my body, and I almost felt like I was on fire, before waves of pleasure began to flap over my consistence. I'd never had a female orgasm before and it was like nothing else I'd ever felt. I sure wanted to feel it some more though.

I took off Tom's shirt and trouser, and had him take off my skirt. We got completely on the bed and kissed more when I took his hand and put it down between my legs. He fondled my pussy through my pantie as we continued to kiss. After a while, I lifted my coxa and told him to pull my panties off. As he got them off, I spread my legs and for a few s, Tom just stared at my pussy.

"Lick it delight. You're the low gear guy to get my pussy."

I had shaved the whisker from between my legs, so I was completely bare down there. Tom leaned over and did a tentative biff up my pussy.

"More, please, baby."

Tom dove in and licked and kissed my pussy like there was no tomorrow. He licked me to my second orgasm before I made him fill off his boxershorts and displace back up my body. I know I don't have quite the natural lubrication of a normal snatch, so I had some lube and I lubed up his cock and had him range over me. I kissed him and then grabbed his prick and eased it into the entryway of my cunt.

I had been dilating, so I had things in there, but this was the first real dick I had there. dilatation felt in effect, but it was goose egg compared to the spirit of Tom's putz in my pussy. I wrapped my legs around him, as Tom began to slowly and sweetly get laid my bitch. More than a twelvemonth ago, I had guys in my ass, and that felt near, but this put that to dishonor.

I began to fuck Tom back as he fucked me and before long he was fucking me hard and truehearted. In one sense, I was dismal I had waited, but I needed to urinate sure as shooting that it meant something to Tom before we did this. I was panting and moaning as Tom drove his prick deep in my puss. I looked at his grimace and it was like he was on another humanity and his being was centered on his putz in my cunt.

"Oh God, baby, I'm cumming."

"Do it. replete me up with that cum. I need you."

Tom stiffened and drove his cock trench in my kitty-cat as I felt it pounding and pulse inside me. As he finished, he almost collapsed on me. As he regained his dope, we kissed for a prospicient time before he rolled off me. We fucked various to a greater extent times before falling asleep together in my bed. For the relief of my parents'vacation, we spent the dark together in my bed screw in every way we could.

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Tom and I have a place together now. Tom's mother and my mother seem to throw reconciled themselves to the relationship. Tom's beginner still hates me, and my founding father seems largely indifferent. Will this be forever ? I don't know, but for now it seems to be everything either of us could require. I am truly Stephanie, and for now, my long, strange trip has brought me someplace good .