My public figure is Jaime, and this is my report. I was always slight of shape, with finespun features. I seemed to top out at about 5'4"and 130 pounds with a face that looked like it could be either a boy or a girl. When puberty hit, I didn't get the body fuzz that most of the other son got. I desperately hoped for a beard, but could never get more than a few stray hairs or spot of whisker, generally pretty unsightly. Though long hair was sort of fashionable, I kept mine abruptly. Too many people thought I was a fille as it was.

I tried being one of the guys, but all the other boy seemed concerned in was cars, play, hunting, sportfishing, guns, and making primitive scuttlebutt about girls. When I wasn't as macho as some of the former boy, some of them started calling me a faggot, and asking me to suck their dicks. I decided I really didn't need that kind of shit, and I was interested in girls, not boys.

I ended up hanging out more with the girls, though none of them had any interest in me. At least they were friendly and most of them were not abusive like the son were. A few meter, I had girls start calling me names, but the others girls told them to keep out the fuck up. I became the ‘ safe boy'the one they could talk to when their boyfriends hurt them. They could cry on my shoulder, hug me, and kiss me on the cheek. I was safe, because I knew my shoes. I was not going to make out with them, and I certainly had no hazard of fucking them.

After senior high schoolhouse, I started community of interests college. My house didn't have much money and I couldn't afford any more than that, besides I was a moderately average student - no literal whizz. I hung in long enough to get a two year level, then my money and sake ran out. At least that point was enough to facilitate me get an spot type job. Given my lack of heftiness, I sure didn't want to do forcible labor.

I found myself doing customer service workplace - hardly thrilling, but it was honest employment in a nice air conditioned spot. virtually of my fellow worker were women, and a bunch of the men there were gay. I ended up hanging with the women, a good deal like I did in school. As long as I wasn't loud, obnoxious, or pushy, which I never was, they were well-chosen for me to fall with them.

I figured my circumstances was to always be the guy who cleaning lady see as a friend, but never as a lover. Then something happened to convert that. Looking back at everything that happened, I wonder if I had it to do over again, knowing what would bechance as a result, what I would do. I honestly don't know. I wanted love and to be wanted and needed, but the price was Sir Thomas More than I'd have been comfortable with.

Susan joined the company and became part of the mathematical group of cleaning woman I hung with. Susan was about 24, compared to my 21, with a moderately expression, and she carried herself with a sense of self confidence. She was about my height, but with nice curves, shoulder joint length brown hair, a grinning that could melt hearts, along with c-cup knocker.

At first, she seemed much like the others, then slowly thing began to change. When she hugged me, the hugs seemed to be longer and somehow more suggest. She seemed to be physically closer to me than any of the other woman 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 boozing with the girls and as it went on, Susan and I were often among the last to give. In my case, I wanted the society. Hanging with the fair sex was far beneficial than sitting in my tiny studio apartment by myself watching cable television service TV, which is what I did all too often.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Was that terrible ?'

"No ! It was great."

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

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

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

With that, she lifted her forefront slightly and opened her backtalk just a footling. I sat for a second, 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 hugging deterrent example. None of the women want to kiss me."

"Aren't I a woman ?"

"Yes. I didn't mean…"

"And didn't I kiss you ?"

"Yes. And it was great."

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

"I'd dearest to stimulate you teach me to kiss."

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

"Provided ?"

"Provided you understand that I am in charge."

"Sure. Absolutlely."

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

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

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

I'd never had a woman bid me to her place. I'd never had one willing to occur to my place - for any reason, even an devoid one. Here was this gorgeous womanhood, inviting me to arrive to her berth, and hinting we could kiss, and maybe even more. At that full point I'd have sold my soul for that chance, and in one sensation I guess I did.

Her lieu was close by, a overnice footling one bedroom apartment with a comfy sofa in the bread and butter room. She invited me to sit down and asked me if I'd like a glass of wine-coloured. The group had largely been drinking wine that night, and I'd been drinking it as well, so I accepted. Susan poured glasses 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, because I was unquiet as Inferno. She took a sip of wine, then set her glass down on the coffee mesa in figurehead of us, and had me do likewise.

"Different women like unlike affair, but for the to the highest degree portion, we don't want you to simply glue your back talk to ours and try to shove your tongue down our throats. Be mellisonant, carry it a little irksome. Let me demonstrate."

She leaned forward and pulled me closer to her, then first just brushed her rim against mine, then again a bit firmer. She kept at it, from dissimilar angles, with varying firmness, even using her tongue to brush my backtalk. I'd never been so frantic in my life, but tried paying attention and doing to her what she was doing to me. Sometimes we'd lock brim laborious and she'd have a ready swipe of her glossa deeper in my back talk. I sat there kissing her, thinking nothing could be respectable 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 scars or contusion, at least nothing anyone can see. Are we agreed ?"

"Well… I…"

"Yes or no."

"Yes."

"Then unbutton my top."

I couldn't believe she was asking me to unbutton her top, but I was sure not going to interrogate it. I reached out and with shaky fingers began to undo the clit. It was a easy blue and came down to her waist, but did not insert in her bird, though it didn't show any midriff. In nastiness of my fumbling, I got all the release undone. She leaned forward, with her weapon system back slightly.

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

I opened it all-inclusive and slid it down her shoulders and subdivision and she turned slightly to let me take it all the way off her. She wore a lacy white bra which showed just a wind of her areolas, though not the mamilla 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 as shooting what was coming, but felt sure I'd remember it. After we kissed for a hour, she pulled away again and turned her indorse toward me.

"Can you unhook my bra ?"

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

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

I rubbed across her back where the main straps had been and could see some red Saint Mark from wearing the bra.

"Go up also."

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

"The shoulder, and up into the neck."

My hands aren't that strong, but I began to work her shoulders and her neck. I kept at it until my hands began to play out. Finally, she turned toward me and I got my first effective looking at her breast. Sure I'd seen photos of boobs, but this was the number 1 time I'd seen any in person with my own eyes. I think my mouth hung give from the shock. She kissed me again.

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

I could see my hands shaking as I reached for her boobs with both deal. She smiled as I put my helping hand on them and rubbed my pollex across the pap. I gently squeezed them and slowly pulled away tugging at the mamilla. Susan moaned and closed her eye as I slowly worked her dummy over, marveling at how warm and soft they felt and how good it felt to spiel with them. The nipples were heavy and she moaned every clock time I touched them.

"Kiss them. Kiss the nipples. suck on them."

If this is what she meant by doing what she tells me, I felt I couldn't ever argue with her. I leaned forward, taking the nipple of her right-hand breast in my mouth, kissing and sucking on it as I continued to diddle with her other boob with my right handwriting. Susan leaned back on the sofa as I kissed and sucked on her boobs, switching back and Forth from the right field to lead and gage again repeatedly.

"involve your shirt off and hug me. I want to feel your skin against mine."

I was so aegir 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 bureau. I looked in her eyes, and she opened her lips a bit, so I kissed her. As we kissed, I rubbed her back, then snuck a paw around to tease her left breast or what I could get at of it.

"pedestal up."

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

"Unzip my skirt."

At this point I was so far into terra incognita that I wasn't even nervous any more. I reached out undo the push button at the top of her skirt, then unzipped it. I let go of the zipper and the doll fell to the floor at her feet. She stepped out of her doll and kicked off her place, so she was now only in her panties in movement of me.

"Take off your pants."

I kicked off my place, not even bothering to loosen them, then undid my whang, unzipped my drawers, let them settle 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 English 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.

"payoff off my pantie. Then take 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 pull in them all the way off. I flung them across the room, then took off my undershorts. I thought maybe she was ready to have me in her, but instead she pulled my psyche down to her twat and spread her peg. She was completely shaved down there and her snatch was give in figurehead of me.

I stuck my tongue out and licked her prick from the bottom to the top. As I reached the top, her clit peeked out from the faithful, just a little bit. I took the little nub between my lips and sucked on it, as she gasped and pushed her twat into my boldness. Her pussy lip spread heart-to-heart further and her clit stuck out more. I stuck my spit into her slit and kissed licked and sucked on her twat and clit like there was no tomorrow. I felt like if I died that night, my life would have been complete.

She moaned and wrapped her stage around my neck, pulling me closer and blind drunk to her. I got my hands back into the completely affair by grabbing her ass and massaging that as I worked her pussy over. She rocked back and forth, then arched her back, grabbing my capitulum in her paw and holding it so tight to her that I could barely catch one's breath. Her juices flowed freely, until she actually squirted in my oral cavity and on my face.

After she settled back down again, she let my headway go and no longer held my neck tight with her legs. She unwrapped her legs and pulled me up her body to lie on top of her. She kissed me, tasting her own juice on my back talk and face.

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

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

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

I could feel her pussy gripping my shaft and it felt like nothing ever before. okay, I've wanked myself, but it never felt anything like this. I eased it out then back in, moaning as I did it.

"Do it. Faster. Harder."

I pumped away, enjoying it, and feeling that if I never got another fortune, it was still more than worth it. I realized I was about to number, and told her. In the meanwhile, she'd wrapped her leg around my waist and as I started to make out, pulled me deep inside her. I collapsed onto her, almost unconscious from the tone. As I regained my common sense, I looked at her, and kissed her.

"God, I love you Susan."

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

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

I woke up the next morn in bed with my head on her articulatio humeri, with my mouth near her breast. For just a sec, I wondered if in conclusion night and the morning had just been part of some antic wet dream. Susan woke up and stroked my drumhead. I looked up at her and we kissed.

For daytime after that, we went back to her place and made love at dark. Since we had to go to work most mornings, she told me I could bring some of my wearing apparel over for when I stayed the night, which now seemed to be every dark. After a couplet of weeks, I simply moved in and let my studio apartment apartment go. I contributed to the rent at her spot. Slowly the changes began.

"Those tighty whities you wear are horrible. commencement, White River undershorts are so last millennium, and second they've started to deform gray-headed. We need to get you something new and pretty."

"Pretty ?"

"Something to make you look sexy."

"Like what ?"

"I want you to wear some courteous panties."

"You mean like… ?"

"That's exactly what I mean."

"I can't fag out panties."

"Why not ?"

"What would the early mass in the office think ?"

"You go around showing your underclothing to the early people in the office ?"

"No, but…"

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

"It doesn't look right."

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

We went out shopping and she bought me various pair of panty, all very feminine. I was concerned about how I'd hold open my penis in the panty. It's small, but there isn't often room in the genitals. She took me to a strong point storehouse and bought me a gaff to insert my dick out of the way. The woman there explained in detail how to use it. I was embarrassed, but listened.

I asked the clerk how she knew so a great deal about putting on a gaff and she said she wore one before her operation. I think my eyes about bugged out of my capitulum. She kissed me on the buttock, and I looked carefully at her. I'd never have thought she was once a guy. pit, 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 scanty to work as well as at home and whenever we went out together. I felt uncanny as bastard at first, but after a spell, it just began to feel convention. One even Susan and I were at home and she was shaving around her pussy, and using hair removal cream on her legs. After she finished, she had me make out over and she began putting depilatory crème on my legs.

"What… what are you doing ?"

"I'm cleaning this nasty hair off your leg. You don't have as much as almost Guy, but I don't like fuzz on you any more than than I like it on me."

"But…"

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

"If hoi polloi know…"

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

"No one."

"Then who else will know ? And competitory male person bather shave all their organic structure hair's-breadth. It isn't just womanhood. Besides, you know our deal."

She used the cream on my sleeve and stage and that pitiful amount of chest hair I had. Then she got her razor and shaved my underarms and around my dick and ballock. Again, it felt weird at first, then I kind of got used to it. Now my smooth consistence and her liquid body rubbed together and I felt sensations that had been slightly blocked by the hair.

Meantime our sex aliveness was still going not bad guns. We fucked nearly every dark, except when she had her period, and even then we did mickle shortstop of fucking. Before long she decided she wanted to add another twist to our love making. Susan had or got a strap-on and wanted to screw me in the ass with it.

"You stick a dick in me all the clock time. You even stick it in my ass when I'm on my period. Why is my ass outdoors game and yours off boundary ?"

"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 stifle on the bed. Susan got behind me with the strap-on.

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

In my nervousness, I think my ass tightened up considerably, but she didn't thrill. She lubed a finger and eased it in. Once it was moving easily in my ass, she stuck in a endorsement finger. That was a little tougher, but slowly I relaxed and it moved okay. She pulled her digit out and began to allay 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 farsighted she had a good rhythm going and I could feel the sham prick fucking my ass. I just tried to relax and let it happen to make Susan glad. I didn't even notice my dick had gotten hard, until I came with her fucking my ass.

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

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

We began adding that to our regular shag routine, 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 material tool, but I kind of got used to this.

After a few weeks, Susan came household with what appeared to be a bespeak mushroom with a glass jewel on the end. It was a hind end plug and she had two, one pink and one blue.

"You're mine and I'm yours. We don't have rings because we aren't married, but this is a way for us to exhibit the link 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 panty and shaving, how would anyone beside us ever know. Besides which at this point I was getting used to having her cling matter in my ass. I took the blue one and she took the garden 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 long lasting. She became a literal sex machine in bed for daytime afterwards.

Susan said she had some pills that would avail inhibit my body and facial nerve hair, and she had me start taking them every day. sure as shooting enough, I noticed I was getting lupus erythematosus hair, particularly on my nerve, and the body hair was unaccented and finer. After a few calendar week, I noticed my nipples getting a lot more raw. The areola seemed to get prominent as well. I didn't understand and mentioned something to her.

When I took off my shirt, she ran her hands over my pap and I felt almost electric shocks of pleasance. I know that doesn't make sentiency, but that's the only way I can describe it. She stroked my pap as I just lay back and was astounded by the superstar. She then put her lips on one nipple 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 nipples could palpate so respectable. I didn't come like spurting, but I felt rolling Wave 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 recognize she'd lied to me. I was taking hormones that blocked male internal secretion and supplied female hormone. Before retentive, I began to maturate boobs.

Susan dismissed that, saying fortune of men had man-boobs. It was nothing unusual. Well, no it wasn't strange for men taking endocrine to conversion to female. Before long I easily had a-cup booby, and had to wear tight tee shirts to keep my dope hidden at work. Every now and then someone would open me a curious feel, but no one at work ever said anything.

One Friday night, we went home before going out.

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, I do. And you will tire it. Besides by the clip 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 ill at ease. She came up to me, stroked my body and kissed me.

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

She put a skirt on me that didn't quite come to my genu. She then sat me down and multi-color my fingernails a bright red. She then plucked my eyebrows slightly to shape them, and made up my face. I sat there in shock as she did this. radix, eyeliner, eye shadow, lipstick - if I looked like I was even going to protest, she put her finger's breadth to my mouth to hush me. Finally she pulled a blonde wig out of her closet and put it on me.

"We've let your hair get a petty thirster, but it isn't quite long enough for this yet. throw it a couple 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 take in messed up my make-up and Susan would get been mad at me.

"Jaime is not only my especial boy, you're also my limited little girl. I do have a go at it you so, and you know you'll get your reward later."

She put me in a distich of two inch hoagie heels.

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

I looked in the mirror and I didn't recognize me. I saw a pretty blonde girl, dressed to kill. Back in the day I'd have killed to get that girlfriend - now I was that girl.

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

"Don't worry honey. Most of the guys here won't have any interest in you - at to the lowest degree as long as they think you're a girl. Just get sure if you go to the bath, to use the cleaning woman's."

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

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

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

"Damn girl. You better keep a tight wait 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 surprise how many womanhood came over and talked to us. I was even more surprised how many flirted with me. As a guy, no one even paid any tending to me. Now that I appeared to be a char, half the fair sex in this place seem to want me. I said something to Susan about it.

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

After we'd had a drink or two we got up and danced. We found ourselves in the centre of a bunch of women. Half the meter I couldn't be completely sure who I was dancing with. A tedious number came on and Susan slow danced with me. I let her lead. I'm not a good enough dancer to lead.

That number ended and another ho-hum number came on and a gorgeous woman asked if she could cut in and grabbed me around the waist and danced with me. She snuggled close to me and ran her hired hand all over my ass while we danced. At the end of the phone number she gave me a passionate osculation and felt up my knocker. I turned to go back to Susan, and another woman grabbed me.

"Hey honey, dance with me."

"I have to get back to…"

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

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

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

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

"Okay Charlotte. Go back and work with your supporter. We aren't going to give birth any trouble here now, are we ?"

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

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

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

The bouncer looked me over very carefully.

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

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

"Just come out. Hasn't had bottom surgical operation 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 way. 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 dwelling. We had some of the wildest sex we'd had in workweek. After we were both exhausted from fucking, I asked what the chucker-out had meant. Susan told me not to concern about it for now.

The next morn, I was going to clean off all the constitution and change to boy clothes. Susan asked me to ride out 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 flats. She touched up my makeup and we went out.

At the promenade, there was a nail beauty salon. Susan dragged me in there for a pedicure. They massaged my feet, cleaned off the callus, trimmed and shaped my toenails, then painted them. We gave it a little clock time to dry, then walked the mall and went clothes shopping. Susan bought me a few Sir Thomas More girl turnout. I had to go in the women's dressing room 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 char's restroom. I'd been in the women's room last night at the bar, but it felt different at the mall. I had to pee though, so I did it, washed my workforce 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 concern in me as in Susan. Susan made some polite apology 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, child. I'd sure love to get my hired man on that ass. You bet."

"Take it easy and just dismiss 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 little later. We got back household and Susan suggested we go out again that night, with me still dressed as a woman.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Monday forenoon, Susan helped me clean off my makeup and took the gloss off my fingernails. I wanted her to take off the toenail polish but she refused.

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

That sort of set the quality for how life sentence went for a spell. Susan dressed me up as a girl for out weekends, and I kept toe polish on, just as I did my panties, cigarette plug, and gaff. Generally when we went out, Susan would recite any guys who approached us that we were on a girl's dark and weren't looking for company. Usually that was enough to drive off almost of them. Bouncers took charge of the relief. We went back to the gay bar and hung with the tribade pretty regularly, but not every weekend.

My boobs kept growing until I was a b-cup. I really had to work at it to hide out them while at workplace. I started wearing a binder on my breast while I was there. In some ways I began to sense freer evenings and weekends when I could just put on a bra on them.

Frequently when we were out, Guy would ask us to dance. Usually Susan would decline, but once in a while she'd suggest we just dance with the guys for a dance or two, just to constitute it easier to get rid of them. Fast dances were swell, but particularly at first, I was uncomfortable slack dancing with a guy. I did it to make Susan happy, because she did plenty of matter to make water me happy.

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

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

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

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

"Got a good pic of you kissing that guy as he fondled you. The agency should sleep together that."

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

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

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

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

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

"What's it worth to you to make us keep on your secret ?"

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

"There's early affair you could do."

Susan decided to stick out into the conversation at this point.

"Boys, this is not the place to discourse this. Let's go back to our place and we can work this out as friends."

Dave and Mike had come out in one car, and Susan and I in another. Since Dave and Mike didn't know where we lived, I rode with Dave, giving him directions, while Mike rode with Susan.

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

I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to make him mad, but didn't want to advance him either. As it turned out, he didn't need any encouragement, and neither did Mike. What Dave and Mike wanted for their silence was me to blow them off and let them get laid my ass. Now Susan had me suck off her shoulder strap on, and regularly fucked my ass with it, but I'd never done either with a man with a real dick.

Susan told me it was blackmail and extortion, but unless I wanted to be outed at the post, I probably needed to go along with it. I didn't charge for it, but realized she was probably right. I didn't want the whole office to get it on 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 ensconce for less than they wanted.

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

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

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

Dave started playing with one titty as Mike played with the other one. Having these guys touch me variety of stir up me, but as they played with them and sucked on them, it began to finger pretty damned good. At one point in time, I had one mouth on each boob, sucking, licking, and kissing them like they'd never seen breast before. I had wafture of joy ripping through my eubstance as they enjoyed my boobs.

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

Dave stood up, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his shaft. I looked at him, and his face was consumed with lecherousness. microphone was nearby and touching his groin. Susan grimaced, but nodded. I edged forward and took the pass of his dick in my mouthpiece. Dave moaned.

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

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

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

"Swallow it, bitch."

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

"You're a dependable short dick sucker, girl."

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

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

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

"feeling boys. You have to use lubricating substance. I'm not going to let you destroy her or spite her. And gently, boys, gently."

Susan produced the lube and Dave smeared it on his dick and around my asshole. I got down on my hand and knees, like I do for Susan, when she fucks my ass. Dave came up behind me and grabbed my hips. I could sense the headspring of his dick against my arsehole as he eased forward. It was already stretched a bit from pulling out the ballyhoo, and he slid in pretty easily. Susan had been fucking my ass, but the flesh and blood dick felt different. He pressed in until I could feel his balls slap my ass.

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

Dave started slow, building up speed, shoving his dick deep into my ass with each CVA, holding my pelvis tight to guide it. He went faster and faster and I almost forgot it was a guy fucking my ass, until with a groan, he pulled my rosehip 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 little daughter came at the Saame time."

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

"Girl, you ought to thrash it clean."

I was appalled, then Susan spoke up.

"I kiss those sass. I'm not kissing motherfucker. You want it neat, go to the john and wash it off."

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

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

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

Mike fucked my ass, then Dave fucked me again, then Mike once more. Finally they seemed quenched. I kind of curled up in a ballock naked, sitting up on the bed. Dave and mike put their apparel back on.

"good Nox, girlfriend. We'll see you again next week."

"Next workweek ?"

"beef. You want us to celebrate quiet, then you can put out."

They left and Susan locked the door behind them. She came over and sat side by side 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 honey to me. No More ass action that night. My ass had already had a workout. But she stroked my body, caressed my dumbbell, then took my little dick up into her pussy and I fucked her, before we curled up together and went to sleep.

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

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

The adjacent two Friday nights were a action replay of the first one, with Dave and microphone getting sucked off then fucking my ass a couple of times. The terrible affair was, I was getting off on it physically, even though I hated it emotionally. After that tierce week, Susan and I were lying in bed together.

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

"How do we do that ?"

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

"Go to bring dressed as a womanhood ?"

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

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

"That's my girl."

We talked to HR on Mon, and starting Tuesday, I came to work dressed as a woman. Dave and Mike were puzzled, then angry when Susan told them they could find someone else to fuck over. I'd been going to bars and clubs dressed this way, so it wasn't practically different going to work this way. Most of the women seemed felicitous for me and I had no problems using the women's wash room.

Everything seemed to patch up back down, and Susan and I seemed happy and loving together at home and going out together. As prison term passed, I found it became hard for me to get a hard on, or to keep it long enough to fuck Susan. I was disappointed but we did still have a sex biography. Finally Susan decided to address the issue.

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

"So what do we do ?"

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

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

"Why not ? You dress as a adult female. You live as a adult female. You can't earn 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 cunt that works, than someone with a dick that doesn't."

"Married ? After ?"

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

Of course, she had already been checking out doctors. We scheduled it and the two of us went together. Susan held my hired hand as I went under, and was holding my hand as I woke up. Even with the drugs, it hurt like pit down there. It took two sidereal day before they took out the backpacking. After they did, they told me about dilating my new vagina.

I had to start out dilating it four fourth dimension a day to keep back it stretched out properly, and it hurt like inferno doing it. dilation is essentially taking a dildo, lubing it and sticking it in my vagina. The tissue paper there had been totally retread and were recovering from that, which is why everything hurt so lots. It felt weird thinking in terms of having a vagina. No, my gumshoe had been largely non-functional, but it was still a dick.

Susan was with me near of the fourth dimension during retrieval, 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 enough that I didn't notice it but slowly, it quit hurting as I dilated. What shocked me was the day I stuck my dilator in and it felt good for the first time.

I took it slow and easy - I didn't want to mess anything up. I eased the dilater in and out of my pussy, and instead of the pain I once felt, I now felt pleasure. I began rocking my hips back and forth as I slowly and gently fucked myself with the dilator, until I leaned back, arched my back and had a full-of-the-moon on coming, 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 claim it easy, we could now start to have some fun.

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

We made program for a diminished wedding and Susan and I went out shopping for wedding frock. I wore a lacy Stanford White dress, which came down just below the knees, while Susan wore a silky Patrick Victor Martindale White dress. I remember looking in the mirror at how I looked, which was grand, but then thinking back to the nerdy guy I'd once been. I'd gained something, but I shed a rip over what I'd lost on the way.

looking for back, I know that Susan had this all planned from the root. She picked a guy who would be so grateful for her sexual love and affection that he wouldn't balk at the slow steady small alteration. By the time the alteration became cloth, I was so far along, it was almost insufferable 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 girlfriend, is carrying on as expert she can .