My name is Jaime, and this is my story. I was always slight of build, with delicate feature film. I seemed to top out at about 5'4"and 130 Irish pound with a side that looked like it could be either a boy or a girl. When pubescence hit, I didn't get the dead body hair that most of the other son got. I desperately hoped for a beard, but could never get Thomas More than a few stray hair or patches of fuzz, generally pretty unsightly. Though prospicient pilus was variety of fashionable, I kept mine short. Too many people thought I was a daughter as it was.

I tried being one of the Guy, but all the early boys seemed worry in was cars, mutation, hunting, fishing, ordnance, and making raw comments about girls. When I wasn't as macho as some of the other son, some of them started calling me a poof, and asking me to blow their peter. I decided I really didn't need that kind of diddly, and I was worry in miss, not boys.

I ended up hanging out more with the miss, though none of them had any interest in me. At least they were friendly and most of them were not abusive like the male child were. A few times, I had girls start calling me name, but the others girls told them to shut out the fuck up. I became the ‘ safety boy'the one they could sing to when their boyfriend hurt them. They could cry on my berm, hug me, and kiss me on the cheek. I was rubber, because I knew my place. I was not going to piddle out with them, and I certainly had no luck of fucking them.

After high-pitched school, I started community college. My kinsfolk didn't have a good deal money and I couldn't afford any more than that, besides I was a pretty average educatee - no tangible genius. I hung in long enough to get a two twelvemonth degree, then my money and interest ran out. At to the lowest degree that degree was enough to serve me get an office type job. Given my lack of muscle, I sure didn't want to do strong-arm labor.

I found myself doing customer serving work - hardly thrilling, but it was reliable work in a nice air conditioned office. most of my co-workers were women, and a bunch of the men there were gay. I ended up hanging with the adult female, a lot 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 hang with them.

I figured my fate was to always be the guy who charwoman see as a acquaintance, but never as a devotee. 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 happen 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 share of the group of women I hung with. Susan was about 24, compared to my 21, with a reasonably face, and she carried herself with a sensation of self confidence. She was about my altitude, but with nice curves, shoulder distance brown hair, a grin that could unfreeze hearts, along with c-cup knocker.

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

I'd go out imbibing with the miss and as it went on, Susan and I were often among the net to impart. In my case, I wanted the companionship. Hanging with the cleaning lady was far better than sitting in my flyspeck studio apartment by myself watching cable television TV, which is what I did all too often.

One Friday evening, it was getting to be eleven or so, and the grouping had melted down to me, Susan and one former char. Susan seemed to be talking mostly to me, hanging on me, and laughing at everything I said. After a trivial bit, the other womanhood stood up, gave a little half laugh, and spoke.

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

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

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

"It doesn't bother me. One Night, one of the women said, ‘ No criminal offence intended, but you're just like one of the young lady ’."

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

"Was that terrible ?'

"No ! It was great."

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

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

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

With that, she lifted her top dog slightly and opened her brim just a footling. I sat for a back, 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 afters, but you need kissing lessons."

"Where am I going to get fondling object lesson. None of the char 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 sheepish, as she looked at me with a short half smile on her font.

"I'd love to have you instruct me to kiss."

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

"Provided ?"

"Provided you understand that I am in charge."

"Sure. Absolutlely."

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

"Okay. I'll do it."

"Let's go back to my place. It's a little Sir Thomas More private and we can talk about it and get to know each other better."

I'd never had a adult female pay for me to her spot. I'd never had one willing to come to my place - for any reason, even an innocent one. Here was this gorgeous woman, inviting me to come to her place, and hinting we could osculate, and maybe even more. At that point I'd have sold my soul for that probability, and in one sense I guess I did.

Her place was closing by, a nice little one sleeping room apartment with a comfortable sofa in the living way. She invited me to sit down and asked me if I'd like a drinking glass of wine. The radical had largely been drinking wine that dark, 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 deglutition of the wine, because I was anxious as hell. She took a sip of wine, then set her glass down on the coffee tabular array in front of us, and had me do likewise.

"Different women like different things, but for the most division, we don't want you to simply glue your back talk to ours and try to shove your glossa down our pharynx. Be dulcet, require it a little wearisome. Let me demonstrate."

She leaned forward and pulled me closer to her, then first just brushed her lips against mine, then again a bit firmer. She kept at it, from different slant, with varying firmness, even using her tongue to sweep my brim. I'd never been so excited in my living, but tried paying attention and doing to her what she was doing to me. Sometimes we'd lock lips heavy and she'd have a quick swipe of her knife deeper in my back talk. 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 scars or bruises, at least nothing anyone can see. Are we agreed ?"

"Well… I…"

"Yes or no."

"Yes."

"Then unbutton my top."

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

"clear it up, and guide it off me."

I opened it wide and slid it down her shoulders and arms and she turned slightly to let me hold it all the way off her. She wore a lacy white bra which showed just a hint of her areola, though not the teat themselves. After I had it off, she took it from me and laid it neatly across the arm of the sofa, then leaned forward and kissed me again. I kissed her back eagerly and was not sure what was coming, but felt for sure I'd call up it. After we kissed for a instant, she pulled away again and turned her back 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 back of the bra slightly away from her back, then fumbled to unhook the two side, but managed in spite of my clumsiness. I let go of the two remnant of the bra.

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

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

"Go up also."

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

"The shoulders, and up into the neck."

My hands aren't that substantial, but I began to knead her shoulders and her neck. I kept at it until my hands began to tire. Finally, she turned toward me and I got my low gear beneficial look at her tit. trusted I'd seen photos of boobs, but this was the first time I'd seen any in person with my own eyes. I think my mouth hung afford from the shock. She kissed me again.

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

I could see my men shaking as I reached for her dope with both hands. She smiled as I put my hands on them and fret my pollex across the nipples. I gently squeezed them and slowly pulled away tugging at the pap. Susan moaned and closed her eyes as I slowly worked her dumbbell over, marveling at how warm and voiced they felt and how good it felt to play with them. The nipples were toilsome 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 ripe breast in my lips, kissing and sucking on it as I continued to playact with her early breast with my right on deal. Susan leaned back on the sofa as I kissed and sucked on her booby, switching back and Forth from the right to impart and back again repeatedly.

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

I was so eagre to do that, I actually ripped a release 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 firm nipples scraping against my chest. I looked in her centre, and she opened her lips a bit, so I kissed her. As we kissed, I rubbed her back, then snuck a deal around to tease her left booby or what I could get at of it.

"Stand up."

We stood. She took me by the bridge player 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 spooky any more. I reached out undid the button at the top of her chick, then unzipped it. I let go of the zipper and the chick fell to the base at her invertebrate foot. She stepped out of her dame and kicked off her skid, so she was now only in her panties in front man of me.

"Take off your pants."

I kicked off my shoe, not even bothering to untie them, then unwrap my belted ammunition, unzipped my trouser, 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 long time, shifting positions, sometimes face by slope, 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.

"takings off my panties. Then lead off yours."

I pulled her panties down, and as I did she dropped her hips back to the bed and lifted her feet so I could pull them all the way off. I flung them across the room, then took off my undershorts. I thought maybe she was ready to have me in her, but instead she pulled my question down to her kitty-cat and spread her legs. She was completely shaved down there and her twat was spread in front of me.

I stuck my natural language out and licked her scratch from the bottom to the top. As I reached the top, her clit peeked out from the folds, just a little bit. I took the little nub between my lip and sucked on it, as she gasped and pushed her pussy into my face. Her pussy lips spread spread out further and her button stuck out more. I stuck my tongue into her slit and kissed solve and sucked on her pussy 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 pegleg around my neck opening, pulling me close-fitting and loaded to her. I got my hands back into the wholly matter by grabbing her ass and massaging that as I worked her pussy over. She rocked back and forth, then arched her back, grabbing my point in her hands and holding it so tight to her that I could barely breathe. Her succus flowed freely, until she actually squirted in my oral fissure and on my face.

After she settled back down again, she let my head go and no longer held my cervix tight with her ramification. She unwrapped her legs and pulled me up her torso 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 tool and guided it into her kitty. I was a little concerned, because my dick isn't all that big, and I was worried she'd be disappointed. I was about to say something when she smiled, kissed me, and spoke.

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

I could feel her twat gripping my dick and it felt like nix ever before. okey, 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 prospect, it was still Sir Thomas More than worth it. I realized I was about to come, and told her. In the meantime, she'd wrapped her leg around my waist and as I started to total, pluck me deep inside her. I collapsed onto her, almost unconscious from the feelings. As I regained my pot, I looked at her, and kissed her.

"God, I love you Susan."

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

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

I woke up the next morning in bed with my nous on her shoulder, with my lip near her breast. For just a second, I wondered if go dark and the morning had just been part of some fantastic wet dream. Susan woke up and stroked my headland. I looked up at her and we kissed.

For 24-hour interval after that, we went back to her place and made love at night. Since we had to go to knead most dawn, she told me I could bring some of my dress over for when I stayed the Nox, which now seemed to be every nighttime. After a brace of weeks, I simply moved in and let my studio apartment go. I contributed to the snag at her place. Slowly the changes began.

"Those tighty whities you wear are ugly. number one, egg white undershorts are so last millennium, and second they've started to turn grey. We need to get you something new and pretty."

"Pretty ?"

"Something to clear you look sexy."

"Like what ?"

"I want you to wear upon some Nice panties."

"You mean like… ?"

"That's exactly what I mean."

"I can't outwear panties."

"Why not ?"

"What would the former masses in the part think ?"

"You go around showing your underwear to the former people in the function ?"

"No, but…"

"Then how would they ever live ? If you're worried, pee in a sales booth, just don't drop drawers and step-in all the way to the floor and no one will ever be capable to tell."

"It doesn't feeling right."

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

We went out shopping and she bought me respective pair of panties, all very feminine. I was concerned about how I'd keep my penis in the step-in. It's little, but there isn't often room in the crotch. She took me to a forte fund and bought me a gaff to pucker my putz out of the way. The char there explained in detail how to use it. I was embarrassed, but listened.

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

At any rate, I began wearing the gaff and the step-in to shape as well as at abode and whenever we went out together. I felt weird as shit at low, but after a patch, it just began to sense normal. One evening Susan and I were at base and she was shaving around her snatch, and using hair remotion pick on her peg. After she finished, she had me come in over and she began putting depilatory crème on my legs.

"What… what are you doing ?"

"I'm cleaning this filthy hair off your legs. You don't have as much as most guy cable, 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 body whisker, just like I get rid of mine. fair is fair."

"If citizenry know…"

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

"No one."

"Then who else will lie with ? And competitory male swimmers shave all their body hair. It isn't just woman. Besides, you know our deal."

She used the cream on my branch and legs and that pathetic amount of money of dresser hair's-breadth I had. Then she got her razor and shaved my underarms and around my dick and balls. Again, it felt Wyrd at first, then I variety of got used to it. Now my smooth trunk and her bland body rubbed together and I felt sense experience that had been slightly blocked by the hair.

Meantime our sex life was still going great gun. We fucked nearly every night, except when she had her point, and even then we did lot shortstop of fucking. Before long she decided she wanted to add another twist to our beloved making. Susan had or got a strap-on and wanted to fuck me in the ass with it.

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

"Isn't that gay ?"

"zero that a man and womanhood 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 deal and knees on the bed. Susan got behind me with the strap-on.

"flavor, I'll use deal 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 Rush. 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 finger's breadth out and began to ease the strap-on into my ass. I thought it would palpate horrifying, 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 farseeing she had a expert rhythm going and I could feel the fake dick fucking my ass. I just tried to relax and let it happen to shit Susan happy. I didn't even remark my dick had gotten hard, until I came with her fucking my ass.

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

"Why do I think that individual who was loth enjoyed it a lot Thomas More than he thought he would ?"

We began adding that to our veritable roll in the hay subprogram, 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 veridical shaft, but I form of got used to this.

After a few weeks, Susan came dwelling with what appeared to be a pointed mushroom with a glass gem on the end. It was a butt plug and she had two, one pink and one amobarbital sodium.

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

How was I going to argue with her ? Was it worth moving out and losing her ? And sort of like the panties and shaving, how would anyone beside us ever know. Besides which at this point I was getting used to having her hold fast things 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 prison term Susan asked me to do something weird like this, our fucking would be particularly acute and long lasting. She became a existent sex automobile in bed for daylight afterwards.

Susan said she had some oral contraceptive pill that would help curb my body and facial hairsbreadth, and she had me start taking them every day. sure as shooting enough, I noticed I was getting less hair, particularly on my boldness, and the soundbox whisker was flatboat and finer. After a few hebdomad, I noticed my nipple getting a lot more sensitive. The ring of color seemed to get larger as well. I didn't understand and mentioned something to her.

When I took off my shirt, she ran her hands over my nipples and I felt almost electric seismic disturbance of delight. I know that doesn't make sensation, but that's the lonesome way I can distinguish it. She stroked my nipples as I just lay back and was astounded by the wiz. She then put her lips on one tit and began sucking on it. I thought I was going to levitate off the bed. I couldn't have even imagined that having a cleaning lady touching and suck my teat could feel so good. 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 caper. Later she told me she'd checked and found that was one of the side effects of the pill that inhibited hair. Only month later did I bring in she'd lied to me. I was taking hormones that blocked manly hormones and supplied female person endocrine. Before long, I began to grow boobs.

Susan dismissed that, saying raft of men had man-boobs. It was nothing unusual. Well, no it wasn't strange for men taking hormones to passage to female. Before hanker I easily had a-cup boobs, and had to jade tight tee shirts to keep my breast hidden at oeuvre. Every now and then someone would contribute me a funny look, but no one at work ever said anything.

One Friday dark, we went home before going out.

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

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

"I'll find some things and garb you. lease off everything but your panties."

I undressed, with my little boobs variety 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 tit, but was the mighty size for mine.

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

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

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

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

She put a doll on me that didn't quite come to my knee joint. She then sat me down and painted my fingernails a promising red. She then plucked my eyebrow slightly to mould them, and made up my face. I sat there in jolt as she did this. cornerstone, eyeliner, eye phantom, lipstick - if I looked like I was even going to protest, she put her finger to my lips to hush me. Finally she pulled a blonde wig out of her closet and put it on me.

"We've let your tomentum get a petty yearner, but it isn't quite long enough for this yet. Give it a pair of months, we'll get there."

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

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

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

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

I looked in the mirror and I didn't recognize me. I saw a passably blond girl, dressed to kill. backrest in the day I'd have killed to get that missy - now I was that girl.

Susan dressed and we went to a club we'd never been to before. It was way on the early English of townspeople and almost hidden. We walked in and I didn't tell apart a ace person there, and was very lighten. As I looked about, I noticed that near of the bozo were dancing with other guys, and most of the women danced with other woman. Susan noticed my looking around, smiled, and stroked my head before kissing me.

"Don't worry honey. most of the bozo here won't have any interest in you - at least as long as they think you're a female child. Just make sure if you go to the john, to use the women's."

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

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

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

"darn young lady. You better stay fresh a miserly storage area on Jaime, or I'll bargain her away from you."

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

"I… Susan and I live together."

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

She laughed and walked off. I was surprised how many cleaning woman came over and talked to us. I was even more storm how many flirted with me. As a guy, no one even paid any attending to me. Now that I appeared to be a woman, half the cleaning woman in this place seem to require me. I said something to Susan about it.

"You're impertinent meat. They've never seen you before or sleep with you and you're cute sufficiency to trance their attention."

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

That number ended and another easy 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 hand all over my ass while we danced. At the end of the act she gave me a passionate kiss and felt up my dummy. I turned to go back to Susan, and another adult female grabbed me.

"Hey honey, dance with me."

"I have to get back to…"

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

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

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

The 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 fair sex's arm.

"Okay Queen City. Go back and bring with your admirer. We aren't going to induce 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 deglutition. A little later, I saw Charlotte lead 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 know 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 hell she was talking about, but Susan obviously did.

"Just come out. Hasn't had bottom operating room though."

"You pass real well, honey."

"Tha… thanks."

"So is she going all the way ?"

"Not for the clock 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 peeress. 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 hazardous sex we'd had in weeks. After we were both exhausted from fucking, I asked what the bouncer had meant. Susan told me not to worry about it for now.

The next morning, I was going to clean off all the constitution and variety to boy clothes. Susan asked me to stay that way and go to the mall with her. I felt really uncanny, but did it. She put me in another outfit and open toe flats. She touched up my make-up and we went out.

At the mall, there was a arrest salon. Susan dragged me in there for a pedicure. They massaged my feet, cleaned off the callosity, trimmed and shaped my toenails, then painted them. We gave it a little time to dry, then walked the promenade and went clothes shopping. Susan bought me a few more girl outfits. I had to go in the cleaning lady's binding rooms to try on some of the clothes and once I'd done it a few metre, it didn't even matter.

We had to pee, and Susan walked me into the fair sex's restroom. I'd been in the women's room death night at the bar, but it felt different at the shopping center. I had to pee though, so I did it, washed my hands and left.

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

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

"lease it easily 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 little later. We got back home and Susan suggested we go out again that night, with me still dressed as a char.

"We won't go back to the Saame place as hold up Nox, but I think we'll be just fine."

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

"Before long you'll be capable to do your own make-up 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 take a walk on the furious side."

"I don't get laid how much wild I can handle."

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

Monday morning, Susan helped me clean house off my make-up and took the polish off my fingernails. I wanted her to acquire off the toenail polish but she refused.

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

That kind of set the note for how life went for a while. Susan dressed me up as a girl for out weekends, and I kept toe burnish on, just as I did my panties, nates plug, and gaff. Generally when we went out, Susan would separate any guy cable who approached us that we were on a girl's night and weren't looking for company. Usually that was enough to drive off most of them. Bouncers took care of the remainder. We went back to the gay bar and hung with the lesbians pretty regularly, but not every weekend.

My boobs kept growing until I was a b-cup. I really had to work at it to obliterate them while at work. I started wearing a reaper binder on my thorax while I was there. In some ways I began to feel destitute evenings and weekends when I could just break a bra on them.

Frequently when we were out, hombre would ask us to trip the light fantastic. Usually Susan would decline, but once in a patch she'd suggest we just dancing with the guys for a terpsichore or two, just to realize it easier to get rid of them. tight terpsichore were great, but particularly at outset, I was uncomfortable slow dance with a guy. I did it to make Susan happy, because she did plenty of affair to make me happy.

One night we were at a social club, and during a boring 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 putz disappear. Susan told me how angry guys might get if they found I had a peter. At the end of the dance, he kissed me and continued to fumble me until I could come apart away from him.

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

"shit. 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 microphone from work. I was shocked and scared. No one from body of work, except Susan, of trend, 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. snake pit, as a woman, I was popular. As a guy, I was no one. Now that was all going to be upset.

"Got a in force pic of you kissing that guy as he fondled you. The office should hump that."

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

"You seemed to be getting into that osculation. And shouldn't everyone have a chance to see the material 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 display that picture around the office."

"What's it worth to you to let us keep your hush-hush ?"

"I don't really suffer practically money."

"There's other things you could do."

Susan decided to jump into the conversation at this point.

"Boys, this is not the billet to hash out this. Let's go back to our lieu 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 counselling, 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 take a crap him mad, but didn't want to promote 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 hump my ass. Now Susan had me give suck off her shoulder strap on, and regularly fucked my ass with it, but I'd never done either with a man with a material dick.

Susan told me it was blackmail and extortion, but unless I wanted to be outed at the power, I probably needed to go along with it. I didn't care for it, but realized she was probably decently. I didn't want the all office to have it away I dressed as a char - even if it was only on weekends. She said she'd try to ease into it and see if we could get them to nail down for lupus erythematosus than they wanted.

"You know, son, she has very knocker - small unity, but kind of nice. Would you like to see them and touch them ?"

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

"hoot, miss. You been hiding son of a bitch from us."

Dave started playing with one breast as microphone played with the other one. Having these guys touch me kind of maladjusted me, but as they played with them and sucked on them, it began to feel pretty damned good. At one point, I had one backtalk on each boob, sucking, licking, and kissing them like they'd never seen boobs before. I had waves of pleasure ripping through my body as they enjoyed my bosom.

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

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

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

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

Dave's groans and moan became louder and more shop until he grabbed my point and pulled it to him. I almost choked as his hawkshaw went down my throat, particularly when he came in a great flush right into my pharynx.

"swallow it, bitch."

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

"You're a salutary little dick mug, 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 skirt and pulled it off. He took my panty off, but my gaff covered my asshole, so he pulled that off too. My tiny dick popped loose.

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

Dave tugged at my tooshie chaw and I tried to relax the muscularity as he eased it out of my ass.

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

Susan produced the lube and Dave smeared it on his dick and around my asshole. I got down on my mitt and genu, like I do for Susan, when she fucks my ass. Dave came up behind me and grabbed my hips. I could feel the head teacher of his gumshoe against my asshole 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 flesh and blood dick felt unlike. He pressed in until I could experience his egg slap my ass.

"Damn. Nice to go genuine trench. Better than I could get with her mouth."

Dave started slow, building up speed, shoving his tool deep into my ass with each accident, holding my hips tight to lead 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 little daughter came at the Sami time."

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

"missy, you ought to lick it clean."

I was appalled, then Susan spoke up.

"I kiss those lips. I'm not kissing damn. You want it clean, go to the bath and wash it off."

Dave looked disappoint and sat down as Mike 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 prick after it's been in her ass."

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

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

"Next workweek ?"

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

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

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

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

The next two Friday night were a rematch of the first one, with Dave and microphone getting sucked off then fucking my ass a couple of metre. The terrible thing was, I was getting off on it physically, even though I hated it emotionally. After that third week, Susan and I were lying in bed together.

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

"How do we do that ?"

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

"Go to work dressed as a woman ?"

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

"I don't concern for either choice, but I'll go to forge as a cleaning woman, if it means I don't have to lie with them again."

"That's my girl."

We talked to HR on Monday, and starting Tues, I came to work dressed as a cleaning woman. Dave and Mike were puzzled, then angry when Susan told them they could line up individual else to get laid over. I'd been going to prevention and club dressed this way, so it wasn't practically dissimilar going to work this way. Most of the charwoman seemed happy for me and I had no trouble using the women's restroom.

Everything seemed to sink back down, and Susan and I seemed happy and loving together at dwelling and going out together. As time passed, I found it became hard for me to get a hard on, or to keep it long enough to hump Susan. I was disappointed but we did still have a sex life. Finally Susan decided to address the issue.

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

"So what do we do ?"

"Change it out. Have operating room. swap from a useless shaft to a pussy that we could both use."

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

"Why not ? You dress as a woman. You live as a woman. You can't pretend making 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 fair sex with a kitty that works, than someone with a pecker that doesn't."

"Married ? After ?"

"After. You got cumulate vacation for the surgery, and I've got vacation to be capable to take care of you while you're recovering. And I swear, I'll never ask you for anything Thomas More that you're uncomfortable with."

Of course, she had already been checking out Doctor of the Church. We scheduled it and the two of us went together. Susan held my hired man as I went under, and was holding my hired hand as I woke up. Even with the drugs, it hurt like hell down there. It took two 24-hour interval before they took out the packing. After they did, they told me about dilating my new vagina.

I had to start out dilating it four times a day to keep 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 tissues there had been totally make over and were recovering from that, which is why everything hurt so much. It felt unearthly thinking in terms of having a vagina. No, my dick had been largely non-functional, but it was still a dick.

Susan was with me almost of the clock time during recovery, comforting me, kissing me, and caring for me. I hated the dilation, but Susan and the Doctor of the Church told me it was requisite, so I kept at it. It happened slowly decent that I didn't observation it but slowly, it quit hurting as I dilated. What shocked me was the day I stuck my dilator in and it felt serious for the first time.

I took it irksome 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 pleasance. I began rocking my hips back and forth as I slowly and gently fucked myself with the dilator, until I leaned back, arched my spine and had a full on orgasm, like nothing I'd ever felt before.

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

We both returned to make shortly after that. I still had to take it easy and walked for practice and to load all those affair out. At employment, some of the women hugged and kissed me. Yeah, there were a few who were cold, but that always happens.

We made plans for a small wedding and Susan and I went out shopping for wedding clothes. I wore a lacy white dress, which came down just below the stifle, while Susan wore a sleek albumen dress. I remember looking in the mirror at how I looked, which was marvelous, but then thinking back to the nerdy guy I'd once been. I'd gained something, but I shed a tear over what I'd lost on the way.

Looking back, I know that Susan had this all planned from the origin. She picked a guy who would be so grateful for her beloved and affection that he wouldn't balk at the slow steady small changes. By the sentence the modification became corporeal, I was so far along, it was almost unacceptable 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 .