My public figure is Jaime, and this is my storey. I was always slight of build, with delicate lineament. I seemed to top out at about 5'4"and 130 Ezra Loomis Pound with a face that looked like it could be either a boy or a girl. When pubescence hit, I didn't get the body hair that most of the other boy got. I desperately hoped for a whiskers, but could never get more than a few stray hairs or piece of hair, generally pretty unsightly. Though farsighted hairsbreadth was form of fashionable, I kept mine short. Too many people thought I was a girl as it was.

I tried being one of the Guy, but all the other boys seemed interested in was elevator car, sports, hunting, fishing, guns, and making ill-mannered comments about fille. When I wasn't as macho as some of the other boys, some of them started calling me a queen, and asking me to suck their gumshoe. I decided I really didn't need that kind of shit, and I was interested in little girl, not boys.

I ended up hanging out more with the girls, though none of them had any involvement in me. At to the lowest degree they were friendly and about of them were not abusive like the boys were. A few times, I had miss start calling me names, but the others girls told them to shut the nookie up. I became the ‘ safe boy'the one they could talk to when their boyfriend hurt them. They could cry on my shoulder, hug me, and kiss me on the brass. I was safe, because I knew my place. I was not going to make out with them, and I certainly had no chance of fucking them.

After gamy school, I started community college. My family didn't have much money and I couldn't afford any more than that, besides I was a fairly average educatee - no real Einstein. I hung in long enough to get a two year degree, then my money and interestingness ran out. At least that degree was enough to aid me get an office type job. Given my lack of muscle, I sure didn't wishing to do physical labor.

I found myself doing customer Service study - hardly thrilling, but it was reliable workplace in a skillful air conditioned post. almost of my workfellow were women, and a crew of the men there were gay. I ended up hanging with the women, a great deal 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 attend with them.

I figured my fate was to always be the guy who womanhood see as a ally, but never as a lover. Then something happened to change that. Looking back at everything that happened, I wonder if I had it to do over again, knowing what would bechance as a result, what I would do. I honestly don't know. I wanted love and to be wanted and needed, but the toll was more than I'd have been comfortable with.

Susan joined the company and became portion of the group of charwoman I hung with. Susan was about 24, compared to my 21, with a reasonably grimace, and she carried herself with a sense of self confidence. She was about my pinnacle, but with Nice curves, shoulder length brown tomentum, a smiling that could melt philia, along with c-cup bosom.

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

I'd go out drinking with the girlfriend and as it went on, Susan and I were often among the stopping point to leave. In my vitrine, I wanted the company. Hanging with the women was far secure than sitting in my flyspeck studio apartment by myself watching cable system TV, which is what I did all too often.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Was that terrible ?'

"No ! It was great."

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

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

"You've had a minute to suppose about it. How should you respond ?"

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

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

"Where am I going to get caressing lessons. None of the women want to kiss me."

"Aren't I a char ?"

"Yes. I didn't mean…"

"And didn't I kiss you ?"

"Yes. And it was great."

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

"I'd sexual love to possess you teach me to kiss."

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

"Provided ?"

"Provided you understand that I am in charge."

"Sure. Absolutlely."

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

"okey. I'll do it."

"Let's go back to my place. It's a little more private and we can peach about it and get to have sex each early better."

I'd never had a woman invite me to her place. I'd never had one willing to come to my place - for any rationality, even an innocuous one. Here was this gorgeous woman, inviting me to add up to her place, and hinting we could kiss, and maybe even more. At that point I'd have sold my soul for that fortune, and in one sense I guess I did.

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

I took a big drink of the wine-colored, because I was skittish as hell. She took a sip of wine, then set her glass down on the coffee berry tabular array in front of us, and had me do likewise.

"Different women like different thing, but for the well-nigh theatrical role, we don't want you to simply glue your backtalk to ours and try to shove your clapper down our throats. Be sweeter, ask it a piddling wearisome. Let me demonstrate."

She leaned forward and pulled me closelipped to her, then first just brushed her lips against mine, then again a bit firmer. She kept at it, from different angles, with varying soundness, even using her tongue to sweep my sassing. I'd never been so activated in my life, but tried paying attending and doing to her what she was doing to me. Sometimes we'd ringlet sass hard and she'd have a quick swipe of her glossa deeper in my mouthpiece. I sat there kissing her, thinking nothing could be better than this. She stopped and leaned back, which disappointed me.

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

"I will, you bet I will."

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

"Kinky ? How kinky ?"

"We won't leave scrape or contusion, at to the lowest degree zilch anyone can see. Are we agreed ?"

"Well… I…"

"Yes or no."

"Yes."

"Then unbutton my top."

I couldn't believe she was asking me to unbutton her top, but I was for sure not going to wonder it. I reached out and with shaky fingerbreadth began to unwrap the buttons. It was a promiscuous bluing and came down to her waist, but did not gather in her skirt, though it didn't show any midriff. In venom of my fumbling, I got all the buttons undone. She leaned forward, with her coat of arms back slightly.

"outdoors it up, and shoot it off me."

I opened it blanket and slid it down her shoulders and arms and she turned slightly to let me read 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 couch, then leaned forward and kissed me again. I kissed her back eagerly and was not sure what was coming, but felt sure I'd remember it. After we kissed for a instant, she pulled away again and turned her game toward me.

"Can you unhook my bra ?"

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

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

I rubbed across her back where the independent strap had been and could see some red marks from wearing the bra.

"Go up also."

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

"The shoulders, and up into the neck."

My hands aren't that strong, but I began to knead her berm and her neck. I kept at it until my hands began to tire. Finally, she turned toward me and I got my offset right look at her breasts. Sure I'd seen picture of boobs, but this was the first base time I'd seen any in mortal with my own eyes. I think my mouth hung out-of-doors from the stupor. She kissed me again.

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

I could see my hands shaking as I reached for her knocker with both hands. She smiled as I put my hands on them and rub my thumb across the nipple. I gently squeezed them and slowly pulled away tugging at the nipples. Susan moaned and closed her oculus as I slowly worked her boobs over, marveling at how ardent and soft they felt and how skilful it felt to play with them. The tit were intemperate and she moaned every sentence I touched them.

"Kiss them. snog the nipples. sucking on them."

If this is what she meant by doing what she tells me, I felt I couldn't ever argue with her. I leaned forward, taking the nipple of her right breast in my brim, kissing and sucking on it as I continued to play with her other chest with my right hand. Susan leaned back on the sofa as I kissed and sucked on her bosom, switching back and Forth from the right to left and back again repeatedly.

"admit your shirt off and hug me. I want to feel your tegument against mine."

I was so bore to do that, I actually ripped a clit loose in my hysteria. I had a tee shirt under my shirt and pulled it off as well. Then I pulled her to me feeling her business firm nipples scraping against my chest. I looked in her oculus, and she opened her lips a bit, so I kissed her. As we kissed, I rubbed her back, then snuck a hand around to cod her pass on boob or what I could get at of it.

"Stand up."

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

"Unzip my skirt."

At this percentage point I was so far into terra incognita that I wasn't even spooky any more. I reached out untie the button at the top of her doll, then unzipped it. I let go of the zipper and the bird fell to the flooring at her feet. She stepped out of her doll and kicked off her shoes, so she was now only in her panties in front of me.

"Take off your pants."

I kicked off my brake shoe, not even bothering to untie them, then undid my whang, unzipped my pants, let them fall down 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 other for a foresighted time, 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 step-in. Then convey off yours."

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

I stuck my tongue out and licked her slit from the buns to the top. As I reached the top, her clitoris peeked out from the flexure, just a little bit. I took the little nub between my lips and sucked on it, as she gasped and pushed her pussy into my face. Her pussy lips spread open further and her clitoris stuck out more. I stuck my tongue into her slit and kissed licked and sucked on her kitty-cat and clit like there was no tomorrow. I felt like if I died that nighttime, my life story would throw been complete.

She moaned and wrapped her leg around my neck, pulling me closer and close to her. I got my mitt back into the whole thing by grabbing her ass and massaging that as I worked her puss over. She rocked back and Forth, then arched her back, grabbing my heading in her custody and holding it so tight to her that I could barely respire. Her juices flowed freely, until she actually squirted in my mouth and on my face.

After she settled back down again, she let my head go and no longer defend my neck tight with her legs. She unwrapped her ramification and pulled me up her body to lie on top of her. She kissed me, tasting her own juices on my mouth 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 worry, because my prick 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 tremendous. Do it boy. roll in the hay me."

I could feel her pussy gripping my peter and it felt like cipher ever before. okeh, I've wanked myself, but it never felt anything like this. I eased it out then back in, moaning as I did it.

"Do it. Faster. Harder."

I pumped away, enjoying it, and feeling that if I never got another chance, it was still More than worth it. I realized I was about to come, and told her. In the meantime, she'd wrapped her pegleg around my waist and as I started to amount, pulled me deeply inside her. I collapsed onto her, almost unconscious from the belief. As I regained my senses, I looked at her, and kissed her.

"God, I love you Susan."

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

"I want to do this with you for a foresightful time to come."

I woke up the next break of day in bed with my head teacher on her shoulder, with my mouth near her breast. For just a moment, I wondered if conclusion night and the morning had just been piece of some fantastic wet dream. Susan woke up and stroked my head teacher. I looked up at her and we kissed.

For days after that, we went back to her place and made dearest at night. Since we had to go to work most break of day, she told me I could bring some of my dress over for when I stayed the night, which now seemed to be every night. After a duet of weeks, I simply moved in and let my studio apartment go. I contributed to the rent at her place. Slowly the variety began.

"Those tighty whities you wear are atrocious. kickoff, white undershorts are so last millenary, and second they've started to turn gray-haired. We need to get you something new and pretty."

"Pretty ?"

"Something to make you look sexy."

"Like what ?"

"I want you to fatigue some nice panties."

"You mean like… ?"

"That's exactly what I mean."

"I can't wear panties."

"Why not ?"

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

"You go around showing your underclothes to the early people in the government agency ?"

"No, but…"

"Then how would they ever have a go at it ? If you're vex, pee in a carrell, just don't drib pant and panties all the way to the story and no one will ever be able-bodied to tell."

"It doesn't look right."

"You said you'd do what I ask you to. I'm asking you to put on step-in. If you aren't going to do what I ask, then move back out and see if you can regain another girlfriend. Remember, I told you I was a picayune kinky."

We went out shopping and she bought me respective pair of pantie, all very feminine. I was concerned about how I'd continue my penis in the panties. It's lowly, but there isn't much room in the crotch. She took me to a specialty stock and bought me a gaff to insert my gumshoe out of the way. The charwoman there explained in item how to use it. I was embarrassed, but listened.

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

At any rate, I began wearing the gaff and the step-in to operate as well as at house and whenever we went out together. I felt weird as darn at offset, but after a while, it just began to feel rule. One even Susan and I were at dwelling house and she was shaving around her pussy, and using hairsbreadth removal cream on her wooden leg. After she finished, she had me occur over and she began putting depilatory crème on my legs.

"What… what are you doing ?"

"I'm cleaning this nasty tomentum off your ramification. You don't have as much as most guys, but I don't like hair on you any more than I like it on me."

"But…"

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

"If the great unwashed know…"

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

"No one."

"Then who else will fuck ? And competitive male swimmers shave all their trunk tomentum. It isn't just charwoman. Besides, you know our deal."

She used the cream on my arms and ramification and that pathetic amount of pectus hair I had. Then she got her razor and shaved my underarms and around my peter and balls. Again, it felt weird at first, then I sort of got used to it. Now my smooth consistence and her smooth body rubbed together and I felt sensations that had been slightly blocked by the hair.

Meantime our sex sprightliness was still going not bad gun. We fucked nearly every night, except when she had her flow, and even then we did plentifulness short of fucking. Before long she decided she wanted to add another turn of events to our love qualification. Susan had or got a strap-on and wanted to have intercourse me in the ass with it.

"You stick a gumshoe in me all the time. You even stick it in my ass when I'm on my period. Why is my ass open game and yours off limits ?"

"Isn't that gay ?"

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

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

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

In my nervousness, I think my ass tightened up considerably, but she didn't kick. She lubed a digit and eased it in. Once it was moving easily in my ass, she stuck in a second 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 feel horrible, but in fact, it wasn't that bad.

She slowly eased the thing all the way in, then eased it nearly out before sliding back in again. Before long she had a good rhythm going and I could feel the fake putz fucking my ass. I just tried to unstrain and let it happen to make Susan happy. I didn't even notice my putz had gotten hard, until I came with her fucking my ass.

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

"Why do I think that person who was loth enjoyed it a lot to a greater extent than he thought he would ?"

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

After a few weeks, Susan came domicile with what appeared to be a betoken mushroom with a glass jewel on the end. It was a butt cud and she had two, one pink and one wild blue yonder.

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

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

Every meter Susan asked me to do something weird like this, our fucking would be particularly intense and retentive lasting. She became a literal sex machine in bed for Clarence Shepard Day Jr. afterwards.

Susan said she had some pill that would facilitate subdue my dead body and nervus facialis hair, and she had me start taking them every day. Sure enough, I noticed I was getting less hair, particularly on my look, and the body hair was lighter and finer. After a few weeks, I noticed my nipples getting a lot more spiritualist. The areolas seemed to get great as well. I didn't understand and mentioned something to her.

When I took off my shirt, she ran her hands over my nipples and I felt almost electric stupor of pleasure. I know that doesn't make sense, but that's the solitary way I can key it. She stroked my mammilla as I just lay back and was astounded by the adept. She then put her sass on one pap and began sucking on it. I thought I was going to levitate off the bed. I couldn't have even imagined that having a woman touching and suck my mammilla could sense so good. I didn't come like spurting, but I felt rolling moving ridge of pleasure going through my body.

Needless 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 incline effects of the pills that inhibited hair. Only months later did I realize she'd lied to me. I was taking hormones that blocked male hormone and supplied female hormones. Before long, I began to grow boobs.

Susan dismissed that, saying mass of men had man-boobs. It was aught unusual. well, no it wasn't unusual for men taking hormones to transition to female. Before hanker I easily had a-cup tit, and had to wear tight tee shirts to maintain my dumbbell hidden at work. Every now and then someone would apply me a good story look, but no one at work ever said anything.

One Friday Night, we went home plate before going out.

"Jaime, honey. I was you to prune up extra special for me tonight. We aren't going out with the common group. It'll just be you and me some station different."

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

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

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

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

"Yes, I do. And you will hold out it. Besides by the sentence I'm done no one will notice."

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

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

She put a skirt on me that didn't quite come to my knee joint. She then sat me down and painted my fingernails a shiny red. She then plucked my eyebrows slightly to shape them, and made up my face. I sat there in daze as she did this. Base, eyeliner, eye shadow, lipstick - if I looked like I was even going to resist, she put her finger to my lips to hush me. Finally she pulled a blond wig out of her closet and put it on me.

"We've let your hair get a little longer, but it isn't quite long enough for this yet. Give it a duad of calendar month, we'll get there."

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

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

She put me in a couplet of two inch wedge hound.

"You can't hold serious cad. We'll get there though."

I looked in the mirror and I didn't recognize me. I saw a jolly blonde girl, dressed to pour down. back in the day I'd have killed to get that female child - now I was that girl.

Susan dressed and we went to a club we'd never been to before. It was way on the former side of town and almost blot out. We walked in and I didn't accredit a single individual there, and was very relieved. As I looked about, I noticed that about of the guys were dancing with other guys, and to the highest degree of the women danced with other women. Susan noticed my looking around, smiled, and stroked my head before kissing me.

"Don't headache honey. almost of the guy rope here won't have any interest group in you - at to the lowest degree as long as they think you're a lady friend. Just urinate 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 take the air in a men's way dressed like this. We found a table and got some swallow. We sipped our drinks, and with a little alcohol, I was starting to relax. A very masculine looking cleaning woman came over to our table.

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

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

"Damn young woman. You better keep back a closely 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 storm how many cleaning woman came over and talked to us. I was even more surprised how many flirted with me. As a guy, no one even paid any attention to me. Now that I appeared to be a woman, half the women in this place seem to want me. I said something to Susan about it.

"You're wise essence. They've never seen you before or log Z's with you and you're cute enough to see their attention."

After we'd had a swallow or two we got up and danced. We found ourselves in the middle of a bunch of char. Half the fourth dimension I couldn't be completely for sure who I was dancing with. A slow number came on and Susan slow danced with me. I let her lead. I'm not a serious enough professional dancer to lead.

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

"Hey honey, dance with me."

"I have to get back to…"

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

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

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

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

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

Charlotte glared at the chucker-out, then at Susan, and stomped off away from us. Susan and I went back to our table and got another beverage. A little later, I saw Charlotte allow for with another char. 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 cognise how to handle her."

The chucker-out looked me over very carefully.

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

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

"Just come out. Hasn't had bottom surgical process 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 direction. 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 godforsaken sex we'd had in calendar week. 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 adjacent dawn, I was going to make clean off all the war paint and change to boy dress. Susan asked me to persist that way and go to the shopping mall with her. I felt really uncanny, but did it. She put me in another outfit and open toe apartment. She touched up my constitution and we went out.

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

We had to pee, and Susan walked me into the women's toilet facility. I'd been in the women's elbow room last 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 mall, a couple of young guys tried hitting up on us - both Susan and me, and seemed every bit as interested in me as in Susan. Susan made some polite exculpation 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 handwriting on that ass. You bet."

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

We got in our car and drove off, and I'd swear I thought I saw that guy pass us in traffic a petty 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 place as last Nox, but I think we'll be just fine."

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

"Before long you'll be able to do your own make-up just fine."

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

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

"I don't have intercourse how much wild I can handle."

We went to another bar, and while it didn't have the gay men and cleaning woman of the former billet, no one seemed to wish about two cleaning woman dancing together. We went home after and had More waste sex.

Mon morning, Susan helped me houseclean off my composition and took the polish off my fingernails. I wanted her to take off the toenail cultivation but she refused.

"Jaime, honey, you aren't going to contract off your shoes and socks at oeuvre. No one will get laid you have polish on your toenails. Besides it looks so pretty."

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

My booby kept growing until I was a b-cup. I really had to function at it to hide them while at work. I started wearing a reaper binder on my chest while I was there. In some ways I began to feel freer eve and weekends when I could just weary a bra on them.

Frequently when we were out, guy would ask us to trip the light fantastic toe. Usually Susan would decline, but once in a spell she'd suggest we just dancing with the guys for a dance or two, just to cause it prosperous to get rid of them. Fast saltation were great, but particularly at get-go, I was uncomfortable boring dancing with a guy. I did it to wee Susan well-chosen, because she did plenty of things to crap me happy.

One night we were at a order, and during a decelerate dance, the guy was groping me and feeling me up all over. He grabbed my ass, my pinhead, and even down over my mole. Thank God for my gaff that made my tool disappear. Susan told me how raging guy wire 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-dance away from him.

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

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

I realized the two guys were Dave and mike from body of work. I was shocked and scared. No one from workplace, except Susan, of grade, knew I dressed this way at fourth dimension. And I was doing it for Susan, not because I particularly wanted to, even though I was enjoying it. Hell, as a cleaning woman, I was democratic. As a guy, I was no one. Now that was all going to be upset.

"Got a trade good pic of you kissing that guy as he fondled you. The office should jazz that."

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

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

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

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

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

"What's it worth to you to feature us keep your hidden ?"

"I don't really throw a lot money."

"There's other matter you could do."

Susan decided to jump into the conversation at this point.

"son, this is not the place to talk over this. Let's go back to our space and we can sour this out as friends."

Dave and microphone had come out in one car, and Susan and I in another. Since Dave and Mike didn't know where we lived, I rode with Dave, giving him instruction, while microphone 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 realize him mad, but didn't want to further him either. As it turned out, he didn't need any encouragement, and neither did Mike. What Dave and microphone wanted for their silence was me to fellate them off and let them fuck my ass. Now Susan had me suck up off her strap on, and regularly fucked my ass with it, but I'd never done either with a man with a existent 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 care for it, but realized she was probably right. I didn't want the totally place to know I dressed as a woman - even if it was only on weekends. She said she'd try to ease into it and see if we could get them to settle for less than they wanted.

"You know, male child, she has very dumbbell - small ones, but form of overnice. Would you like to see them and touch on them ?"

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

"damn, fille. You been hiding turd from us."

Dave started playing with one boob as mike played with the former one. Having these guys touch me form of mad me, but as they played with them and sucked on them, it began to experience pretty damned secure. At one distributor point, I had one mouth on each dope, sucking, licking, and kissing them like they'd never seen boobs before. I had waves of joy ripping through my body as they enjoyed my boobs.

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

Dave stood up, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his prick. I looked at him, and his expression was consumed with lust. microphone was nearby and touching his groin. Susan grimaced, but nodded. I edged forward and took the top dog of his shaft in my mouth. Dave moaned.

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

I could try a niggling 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 flavor was different, the taste was different, and Dave moaned as I pistoned his putz in and out of my mouth. To hold open from choking on it, I put my hand around the base of his dick and rubbed it as I worked on the rest of it.

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

"swallow it, bitch."

I didn't really have a great deal choice. Half of it was down my throat before I could consume done anything else. Dave smiled and stroked my head.

"You're a good picayune dick lollipop, girl."

mike was next, and it went pretty much the same. I hoped after sucking them off that they'd be happy and let it go. But both of them insisted on fucking my ass as well. Dave had recovered first and unzipped my annulus and pulled it off. He took my panties off, but my gaff covered my mother fucker, 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 jade there, girl."

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

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

Susan produced the lube and Dave smeared it on his dick and around my asshole. I got down on my hands and stifle, like I do for Susan, when she fucks my ass. Dave came up behind me and grabbed my rose hip. I could feel the read/write head of his dick against my prick as he eased forward. It was already stretched a bit from pulling out the plug, and he slid in pretty easily. Susan had been fucking my ass, but the material body and stock putz felt different. He pressed in until I could feel his bollock slap my ass.

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

Dave started slow, building up pep pill, shoving his dick deep into my ass with each diagonal, 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 dick as far in me as he could get it. I felt it throbbing and knew he had just cum in my ass. As he came, so did I, squirting my cum onto the bed as he shot his in my ass.

"Isn't that cute. The small young woman came at the same time."

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

"Girl, you ought to lick it clean."

I was appalled, then Susan spoke up.

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

Dave looked defeated and sat down as microphone positioned himself behind me.

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

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

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

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

"Next hebdomad ?"

"bitch. You want us to observe quiet, then you can put out."

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

I was spooky at study 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 Friday Night, infant. I'm looking forward to it."

The next two Friday nights were a instant replay of the first one, with Dave and mike getting sucked off then fucking my ass a pair of times. The dread affair was, I was getting off on it physically, even though I hated it emotionally. After that tertiary hebdomad, Susan and I were lying in bed together.

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

"How do we do that ?"

"The only thing they have against you is photos of you partying, dressed as a womanhood. We tell HR that you are transitioning to a adult female and will be dressing that way at work. You dress as a cleaning lady at oeuvre, and they don't have anything over you anymore."

"Go to influence dressed as a womanhood ?"

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

"I don't upkeep for either choice, but I'll go to work as a cleaning woman, if it means I don't have to fuck them again."

"That's my girl."

We talked to HR on Mon, and starting Tuesday, I came to work dressed as a womanhood. Dave and microphone were puzzled, then angry when Susan told them they could notice someone else to have it away over. I'd been going to legal community and baseball club dressed this way, so it wasn't much different going to make for this way. Most of the cleaning lady seemed happy for me and I had no problems using the adult female's restroom.

Everything seemed to settle back down, and Susan and I seemed happy and loving together at home and going out together. As time passed, I found it became unmanageable for me to get a surd on, or to keep it long enough to have intercourse Susan. I was disappointed but we did still give birth a sex life story. Finally Susan decided to handle the issue.

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

"So what do we do ?"

"Change it out. Have operation. alternate from a useless dick to a pussycat that we could both use."

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

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

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

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

"Married ? After ?"

"After. You got amass vacation for the surgery, and I've got vacation to be able to fill tutelage 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 action, she had already been checking out doctors. We scheduled it and the two of us went together. Susan held my hired man as I went under, and was holding my hired man as I woke up. Even with the drugs, it hurt like hell down there. It took two Clarence Day before they took out the packing material. After they did, they told me about dilating my new vagina.

I had to start out dilating it four times a day to keep back 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 much. It felt weird mentation in term of having a vagina. No, my dick had been largely non-functional, but it was still a dick.

Susan was with me virtually 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 plenty that I didn't poster it but slowly, it quit hurting as I dilated. What shocked me was the day I stuck my dilator in and it felt well for the low gear time.

I took it slack and leisurely - I didn't want to mess anything up. I eased the dilator in and out of my kitty-cat, and instead of the pain I once felt, I now felt pleasure. I began rocking my hips back and Forth River as I slowly and gently fucked myself with the dilator, until I leaned back, arched my spinal column and had a full on climax, like nothing I'd ever felt before.

Susan was out running errands when all that happened, but I told her when she returned. She kissed me very sweetly and told me that while we still needed to use up it well-situated, we could now get down to have some fun.

We both returned to work shortly after that. I still had to engage it comfortable and walked for employment and to unfold all those things out. At work, some of the women hugged and kissed me. Yeah, there were a few who were frigid, but that always happens.

We made plans for a small wedding and Susan and I went out shopping for wedding dresses. I wore a lacy white wearing apparel, which came down just below the knees, while Susan wore a silky whitened clothes. 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 bout over what I'd lost on the way.

look back, I know that Susan had this all planned from the beginning. She picked a guy who would be so thankful for her honey and tenderness that he wouldn't check at the slow truelove small modification. By the clock time the modification became textile, 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 fille, is carrying on as best she can .