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Feminine Guy Meets Mr. Right
By clintdear
I was strolling around the mall today wearing one of my favorite girly toe
rings with my girly-boy shorts and sandals. I was in one of those moods. I
wasn't feeling very manly today and haven't been for quite awhile, but not
sure how to feel. When I feel like this. I try to be as feminine as I dare,
especially since I'm not sure just what I am right now! I really wish I had
to courage to be both!
I like visiting the mall and getting as close to feminine as I dare without
being "noticed" as anything other than an unusual dresser. That's why I
like to wear toe rings, sandals, ladies shorts, and a shirt with a feminine
logo and anything else I think I can get away with. There is a certain cut
to the clothes that are unisex at a casual glance, but draw looks from men
who probably don't know exactly what drew their glance to "that guy" over
there. Designers spend millions to get that glance to "that girl," so why
not me? I want to be noticed, but not seen, as I look at the lingerie (Why
are baby dolls so hard to find now a days!), the panties (A thong, or
something with harder seams that will show through?), shorts (how daring am
I this time?), and of course the thin tops that work for my style (Shall I
darken my areola's to draw Interested glances, I muse?). Girls have all the
fun!
I'm really hoping someday to meet a Mr. Right who knows what to do with a
girly boy like me. I need someone who knows what I want because I sure
don't! I'm too shy to actually hit on a guy. I never have had sex with one
and I probably wouldn't do it right anyway. The guys that did hit on me
made me too nervous to welcome their advances. I guess I am doomed to a
life of half measures!
In my mall excursion today, I notice a nice looking guy at a jewelry place
that sells anklets, toe rings, etc., and decided to sashay over and see
what they had. (And gauge his reaction, of course. I need to find someone
who is cool, understanding, can read my mind, knows I am scared spitless
and on the make at the same time, non-judgmental, gay or bi, holds hands
with Jesus, and thinks I am just "normal." Oh yes, and he has to be
attractive, strong, and handsome!).
This guy was really cute, and looked me right in the eyes. I was mesmerized
for a second when he asked, "May I help you?"
Breaking myself out of my trance, I stammered and blurted out, "Yes, do you
have toe rings in size 6?"
When I realized I was blushing I blushed even more! I felt so exposed!
(Wow, if he only knew what I was thinking!).
"Yes, but I am going on break soon. I'd be glad to stay and help you if
you'd like."
He introduced himself as "Gary," and shook my hand. (I gave him my most
feminine, soft handshake!).
"I'm Chris," I replied sweetly.
He saw the toe ring I was wearing and asked if I was shopping for myself. I
said I was and I was looking for another one. He commented that he doesn't
see very many guys in toe rings!
I blushed and blurted out "Some guys like them!"
He smiled and said he was only commenting, and that we are all friends
here, and that I was exceptional and that I needn't blush, and I would be a
compliment to his toe rings, and please stop blushing! Which made be blush
brighter! Then he smiled a warm and welcome smile, and asked me what size I
wore, and I told him a size 6. He asked me if I would mind him sizing it.
To my surprise, when I sat down and bent down to take it off, he said "Oh
no, I'll do it if it is ok with you, it's part of my job!"
He squirted some Windex on my toe (wow, it tickled!) and off it came. He
put it on the measuring thingy and said "You were right honey, a perfect 6!
Oops, sorry, umm, sir, I meant, umm.."
He was blushing so I quipped: "You can call me honey just this once."
"Thanks...honey!" He says again with a little smirk.
He started showing me a tray of rings similar to I was wearing, and asked
me if he could check the fit. (I couldn't pass up a flirt as cute as him!),
so I said "Sure!"
He said he wanted to try a 5, so he got some Windex and squirted it on my
toes (Oh, that feeling again!) I jumped & my heart leaped! "Is it too cold"
He asked?
"N-N-No, It just feels ...very...very nice," breathlessly trying to remain
in control of my emotions, and not give anything away.
He finally worked the ring onto my toe and it was just too tight. And then
didn't want to come off. It was stuck. He apologized and he said he had to
really work it to get it off again and would I be more comfortable doing it
myself or would I like him to?
"I'd like it if you would," I cooed...
Gently he takes my foot in his hands. Resting my sole in his palm, he dabs
the Windex purposefully, gently lifts my foot, and then rubs the Windex
between and around my toes lubing everything up. (trying too look up my
short's leg, I hope? God, what if he sees my panties!). I had a seriously
excited boy-clittie, my heart was pounding out of my chest! His hands were
tickling my feet everywhere - I was trying not to giggle!
Finally, after some effort, he got it off and said, "Oh, we've got to do
that again!"
"I hope it was as good for you as it was for me!" I chirped.
And then I realized what I said, and started blushing again!
"That's ok" he replies. And teasingly adds, "I think blushing is cute!"
And then he slowly proceeded to spray my other foot with the Windex,
getting between my toes again, holding the sole of my foot in the palm of
his hand, blowing softly to let it dry. Ohhh...He was smiling and blushing
a little, too....
"Was that ok too?"
I was speechless! I'm sure he could hear my heart beating! This guy has a
foot thing, and I'm loving that!
"Very OK," I stammered.
God I hope this is real, I'm thinking...If he's straight I'm going to curl
up and die!
Finally, (before I had a heart attack), he started showing me some trays of
toe rings and asked me what I thought. I said they were nice.
"But what do you think looks best?" I asked.
He showed me some plain bands, then some two-tone bands, and then asked my
opinion again.
"Do you have something, you know, less masculine?" I replied.
He smiled. "Hmm, less masculine? Or do you mean more feminine?"
He was just drawing the truth right out of me! Things I have never admitted
to myself, let alone to a male store clerk I didn't even know! I didn't
know whether to run and hide, or simply shut up and be a nice girl and
accept what life delivers! Besides, I was hot. My clittle was getting
hard. I was having fun. Maybe he was too!
I was kind of unsure what to say, so he looked directly into my eyes and
said "Well, lets try some really girly styles! You'll love them! If they
are too girly, let me know and we'll go from there."
I'm thinking, too girly? Not a chance! I am so hot I could grab him right
here!
Thank God he took charge, my heart was racing, I was sweating, trying to
calm down, hide my clittie, hide my panties, hide my heartbeat, maybe just
hide! He shows me a wider band with pink and blue round stones in it. "Is
this feminine enough?" He asks?
"I think so." I replied stupidly.
"How about this one?" He says, and shows me an ultra-feminine string of
hearts made with multi-colored stones.
"I think that one is really nice!"
"Here's another style I'd like to see on you."
He puts on a nice purple, yellow, orange, blue affair that has a thin gold
chain running up to an anklet with a string of similar stones. "Wow! That's
pretty! What do you think?" He asks.
"I don't know if I have the legs for it!" I said, teasingly.
"Oh, I think you do! It looks really sexy!"
Then he says, "How about this one on the other foot?" He showed me a cute
but fairly wide gold band with intertwined nudes, 14K!
"I can't really afford that!" I replied.
"Yes you can" As he slips it on he says, "I'll give you my cost of $
24. Think about it! Besides, I think one on each foot is just perfect for
you. Would you like to try it out for awhile and join me on break?" He
asked. (Is he just being nice, or hitting on me? Hmmm.)
I agreed and we walked around talking and smiling - just like a real first
date!
I boldly took him with me into a ladies' shop and bought a pair of women's
shorts that might pass for men's. (Upping the ante a little, testing the
waters.)
"I just don't fill out men's shorts well. I suppose no one notices. Now you
know my secret!" I explained.
"They fit you very well, they make you look...well, sexy! They probably
look better than men's anyway. They seem to conform better to your shape!
And I mean that in a good way! I think they are kind of hot!"
I gushed "Really? Thank You, you are so sweet to say that!" I began to feel
my inhibitions slipping away as I realized he really liked me for who I
was. He didn't seem like a weirdo, and even seemed pleased to be seen with
me.
"Here, try on this belt!" He says. It was wide metal, with shiny oval rings
laced together with a part hanging down in front, definitely a woman's
belt. It was shiny, bright and dangly.
"Its pretty" I replied, "but I think it may be too feminine. I might
embarrass you!"
"Not a chance" he said. He took my hand, and gave me a little peck on the
cheek, and said "I like you as sweet as you can be, is that OK with you?"
I replied, (Upping the ante, and my courage, just testing...)
"I think so. Am I, like, your girl for today?"
He replied, "Only if you want to be!" I squeezed his hand back in
reassurance. I was one happy boy!
We wandered back to his shop and played around with more toe rings and the
Windex (and my feelings - I was soooo hot!) Finally it was closing time.
"Well, I suppose I should get going, I guess." (I'm thinking...please say:
"No, don't go!")
He replied, "Are you in a rush?" "I really wish you would stay." "I've had
lots of fun today, you are welcome to stay while I close up!" (Thank you!
There is a God!) He started dropping the gate and said "In or out?"
The moment of truth. "In or out." Where have we heard that before?
Hesitating, and thinking a thousand thoughts about what I meant to do
today, versus what I am doing now, versus what I might end up doing. I
hesitated, seemingly watching my life pass before my eyes, frozen in time
for a moment, I replied "In!" I felt like I had somehow entered into a pact
with my feminine self and would be forever changed. As I watched the gate
fall as he lowered it, I could swear I saw my old boy-self standing out
side motionless and inert. I think my hormones just switched gears.
He smiled and then invited me into the tiny little office where he had to
count the money, and offered to let me in to change into my new shorts and
belt. I had pink panties with lace trim and bows on since I didn't expect
to undress in front of a man!
"Please don't be shy, I promise not to look, maybe!"
I though it over and let out a little giggle (What the hell, you've come a
long way baby!) and replied, "Well, maybe just a peek, but please don't
laugh or you might make me cry!"
"I won't" He offered, "I just hope your new shorts and belt are as sexy as
you are!"
So, as we finally wiggle past each other in the tiny office, trying
politely not to touch too much, which is impossible in the tiny room. (Did
he just drag something hard across my butt? His manhood maybe? I did that
to him? Oh My Gawd!)
So he sat down and I turned around modestly and began removing my shorts
and stepping out of them revealing my pink panties.
"Those are really pretty! If I had known, I would have bought you some in
the store! Turn around so I can see them!" (Whew! Past that hurdle!). And
then he pulls me to him and gives me a little kiss on the stomach!
"Oh, you like? I was afraid you were going to laugh or make fun of me!"
He guides me down onto his lap, and looks me in the eyes and gives me a 24
karat kiss right on the lips! I fell into his embrace as if was the most
natural thing in the world. I began kissing him back. He began caressing my
cheeks through the satiny fabric, my erection and precome beyond hiding. I
could feel him hardening further under me.
(Being faced with the timeless question asked by an eternal string of high
school virgins, I'm thinking, "God, what do I do now!") I started kissing
his neck, as he began to run his hands up the back of my blouse, then
rubbing his hands gently back down inside the back of my panties.
"You feel so nice, honey!"
"Oh baby, I like that. You make me feel so good!" I purred.
As his hands moved to my nipples, (God I love that! How could he know!) I
gradually slid down off of his lap, guided by the needs within me. With
that thought I gently undid his belt, then carefully unzipped his fly,
hoping for a glimpse of what lay hidden. I began to work his pants down,
and he lifted his hips. (Finally! A sign, a signal, a green light! No
chance of rejection now! Thank you!) With his pants finally down, as I
peered and poked for an opening in his boxers, to my relief, he pulled them
down displaying his wonderfully erect cock! It was beautiful! It was thick,
about 7" long and had a slight upward curve like a little ski slope. I was
fascinated! It was a much better specimen than mine could ever hope to be!
I hope I do everything right!
As he played with my nipples I began to slowly lick up and down my first
cock, savoring the moment. I started at the bottom, and slowly ran my
tongue up to the tip where I circled the helmet with my tongue. I peeked up
at Gary, and his eyes were closed in the eternal dream of ecstasy! (I must
be doing this right, I'm thinking!) Finally, I began to take him into my
mouth, one inch in, one-half inch out, two in, one out, gradually and
slowly matching my movements to his breathing until I finally had him all
in my mouth.
This wonderful man continues to lovingly fondle my nipples as his cock
celebrates in the festival of my longing. He begins to lightly moan and
work his hips gently up and down into my mouth. I tighten and relax my lips
varying the pressure on him as he slides in and out of my mouth pussy. I
drag my tongue over the sensuous underside of his shaft. I pleasure him
with skills I never knew I had! As his breathing gets quicker and more
desperate, I vary the pace trying to slow things down. I start licking the
underside again in a circular motion, moving down and back up again,
finally letting him slide back into my mouth again. As I moved my head and
dragged my tongue and lips over the most sensitive spots, I began to taste
his juices as they begin oozing out slowly. I could feel his penis getting
harder, and harder, and then begin to almost vibrate. And then it begin to
twitch...And then, like a breaking dam his seed rushed into my mouth with a
force to match my emotions, and I swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed
his seed as if it were pure love itself!
As I was sucking, I had been rocking my hips so sensually as I serviced him
my clittie was ready to burst! And burst it did! I came in my panties like
I have never, ever come before! I held his cock in my mouth as he slowly
softened, his breathing slowly coming back to normal. I was in heaven!
(Sort of. Wondering what to say now. Is he like most guys, yelling "next!"
or his he really "my" special guy? Do I dare take my lips off of him and
let him go, leaving me to face the truth alone? Damn, this is gonna hurt!)
My question was soon answered. He says "Oh sweetie, that was wonderful"
(I'm thinking: And...?) "I have never felt so good as you made me feel! I
didn't know I could go to heaven and then come back to my angel!" (I'm
thinking: please God, make him want me still! Please, before he sees my
tears!) He says, "You are so very, very sweet!" "Will you come home with me
tonight!" He adds.
"Yes" I replied with relief, and tears beginning in my eyes.
He cooed into my ear, "Will you be my girl?" With those words, my life has
forever changed.
Chapter 2
After everything was locked up and it was time to go, Chris walked me to
his car-a nice red mustang convertible-, wow was it bright! He opens the
door for me just like a regular guy on a regular date! I was so happy!
Then I realized that I don't have any fresh clothes to wear! "Gary, can we
stop by my place so I can get a change of clothes?"
"Sure, honey." he replied.
So we stopped at my place and I offered him a beer, and went to start
packing.
"Sweetie?" he called out, "Be sure to be your most sexy self for me!"
"Oh, I can't wait to sweep you off your feet with my charms!"
So I grabbed some panties, garter belt, stockings, and a thin wispy see
through top. And of course, a baby doll nightgown I thought I would never
need! I gathered up some cosmetics I keep hidden, and my douche bag and
perfume. ("Passion" by Liz Taylor- a bit out of style but unmistakably
boy-bait!) I felt like I was packing for a week!
"Ok, I'm ready! Are you?" I responded as I entered the living room.
He replied by gathering me up in his arms and giving me a juicy kiss, and a
sweet suckle on my ear lobe!
"I'm ready when you are, honey!" He says.
I was shivering with lust. I hope he couldn't tell! I don't want to look
too eager!
We soon arrived at his condo, a nice two-story affair. He showed me in and
asked me if I'd like a drink.
"I'd love one!"
I sat down with both hands in my lap, and my knees together. I felt like I
was trying to be as small as possible. I guess I was pretty nervous. Most
of my feminine mannerisms were coming quite naturally, but others I was
remembering from watching other girls. I really hadn't expected to move so
far so fast. In fact, I am farther that I ever thought I ever would have
been! He poured me a rum and Coke and sat down beside me with his arm
behind my shoulders. He looked over at me, smiled and asked, "Are you still
my girl?"
"Un huh!" I replied with uncertainty.
Then he leaned over and kissed me!
"Will you spend the night here with me? You can sleep on the couch if you
are shy!"
"I'd like that, except the couch part" I giggled.
Gary replied, "I'd like to take a shower and get comfortable in front of
the TV. Would you like to get sexy for me and we'll watch a movie together
and have a little wine? There is a second bathroom in the hall for you to
use."
I went into the bathroom with my overnight bag and slipped off my clothes,
turned on the bath and looked around the bathroom. There was a fresh razor
and some Channel body oil on the sink. I poured some sexy smelling bubbly
bath into the tub and turned on the water. I got in and started to relax
and enjoy the luxury, wondering what my role in this romance was to
be. Could this be really happening?
Then, almost as if guided by an invisible hand, I began to lather up my
legs and underarms and began to shave myself smooth as baby. I shaved my
legs, my underarms, my boy-pussy, and my pubic hair. I felt really great!
I got out of the shower and brushed and teased my hair to make it as big as
possible. I got out my makeup kit and applied a little light red lipstick
with gloss. I blushed my cheeks, and highlighted my eyes. I curled my
eyelashes and used some mascara to lengthen them. I dabbed some perfume on
some strategic places. I put on my powder blue baby doll that has a thin
panel to hide my little breasts, and augmented that with a matching pair of
"boyshorts" (which let just enough butt cheek show to be sexy!). Next, I
put on a pair of powder blue nylons with the band on top to keep them up
without a garter belt. I completed my outfit with a pair of blue fluffy
slippers! A quick shot of Passion perfume and I was ready to make my grand
entrance to greet my new boyfriend.
I looked at myself in the mirror for a final check. Hair, ok^ŭuss it up
just a little, done! Make up, good! Baby doll, fine^Ůeed the panties a
little higher to show more butt cheek, done! Breasts, a little too small
but can't do much about that right now. I'll tweak them a little to make
them pointy. Good. Hands are clean. Shit! Polish! Quickly I sat down and
carefully painted my fingernails a hot red with a slight pink hue, and did
the same to my toenails. Brushed my teeth, flossed, done! Damn, so much to
remember.
Why was I so easily accepting my new feminine self, I wondered? I have
never had any sexual experiences before (except with myself), and here I am
pondering a truly loving and sexual relationship with a guy! Me girl, him
guy, no less! I don't even feel odd about it. I feel like it is the right
way for things to be. He seems to agree. My heart was pounding, and it was
time to step into my new romance! This is just too confusing.
Chapter 3
As I gracefully swayed into the living room, Gary was sitting on the sofa
nursing a beer. His eyes widened, and he exclaimed "Wow! You are beautiful!
Come sit with your sweetie!"
I sat down beside him, and he put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me
close, and kissed me on top of the head like a little girl. I put my hand
on his thigh and he let out a little groan. He moved his head down lower
and gave me a light kiss behind my ear then began kissing a trail down my
neck, finally trailing a little line of kisses back along my jaw back to my
lips. As he kissed me my lips parted as if we had kissed a thousand
times. His tongue entered my mouth without resistance as if to portend the
future. We kissed and kissed, necking like teenagers as my hand moved
absently to his thigh and to what was stirring nearby. I still couldn't
believe that little old me had the power to create such a response in this
most perfect man!
I gently rubbed him through the material of his bathrobe while returning
his breathless kisses. Slowly, he slides his soft hand under my nightgown
and begins to lightly caress the skin on my stomach. Then carefully he
moves his hand up to my breast and rubs my nipple with the palm of his
hand, gradually gathering my nipple between his thumb and forefinger,
rolling it between his fingers. I was going crazy! I had to do something or
I was going to cum right there!
I kissed my way down his chest toward his manhood, but he pulled me up and
said "Lets get into bed, sweetie." He took my hand and led me into the
bedroom.
He sat me down and kissed me some more and laid me gently on my back. He
slipped off his bathrobe and lay on top of me with nothing on but a
smile. As if by reflex I spread my legs allowing him to lie between my
legs. Oh, did I like that! I felt so under his power feeling his hard body
on top of mine, his powerful muscles overpowering my timid resistance. As
he began to kiss me, I began to unconsciously raise my legs as his hips
began to grind into me. As he moved his kisses down to suckle on my nipples
he played with my engorged boy clittie, causing me to mew gently.
His fingers again replaced his lips as he teased my nipples. Gradually, he
began to kiss a trail of kisses down my stomach, then gently he moved my
panties aside exposing my clittie. I began to resist slightly but he rubbed
my stomach gently and purred "That's ok, sweetheart I'm here for you."
He began by sucking gently on the tip of my clittie, never taking more than
the head in. His tongue was massaging the underside of the helmet bringing
me to new heights of ecstasy. God, it was heavenly! As his tongue was
licking the underside of my clitte, the sensation was building, a feeling
that I have never felt before! It seemed to build so slowly, I was beside
myself with this mysterious new passion. My hips were rocking gently, my
toes were twitching, I could hear my self crying out "Ah, ah, ah, ahhh,
Oh^Å¡"
Gradually, an oh-so-slow-motion orgasm rose from deep within me and rather
than explode with gushes, it poured out into his waiting mouth in a steady
stream of relief! Finally at last it began to throb and pump my life's
juices into his mouth. I was paralyzed with lust. I was tingling like I was
being tickled with a thousand feathers. Never in my life have I experience
such heights of passion!
I didn't know what to do or what to think. I was so vulnerable now, and he
knew it. He knew he had me in the palm of his hand, and that he had won my
trust. He held my clittie in his mouth as I came down off this new high. I
believe I just had the most special feminine orgasm delivered to my body by
this most perfect lover.
Gradually, he moved his lips to mine and poured my seed into my mouth and
kissed me again. I accepted his gift with joy.
As we intermixed our juices, he stayed on top of me. I have never quite
felt so truly feminine before. I was so enchanted to have him laying on me
as if to ensure that I knew my place in our relationship. It seemed so
natural for me to accept my man's gestures as I really saw no inclination
at the moment for any other thoughts to creep in and interrupt my most
perfect bliss!
Hmmm^ŷell enough about me! I just remembered he hasn't cum yet! That means
he is still hot! I had better turn up my fire and do my duty. After all, a
good girl is not done until his man has climaxed, too! Oh what a wifely
little tart I've become! I love it!
"Oh, baby. That was wonderful!" I mewed. "What can I do to be a better
lover for you? I want you to keep me around, you know!"
"I would like you to be my full-time girl! You seem to be part way there,
and I am loving it! You are perfect for me!" He said.
"Hmm, I like what I'm hearing! I mean, are we a couple? Like I am your
girlfriend and you are my boyfriend?" I asked. (Sounding dense, I think).
"Yes, I like that idea! Would you like to get dressed up and go shopping
tomorrow at the mall?"
"I don't think I can pass that well. I'll get nervous!"
"Don't be. You just do your hair and makeup perfectly, and wear your cute
yellow shorts and a sexy sweater and we'll be fine! Try a bra and see how
that fills out the top, ok? "
I never really considered the effort needed to do a real passable
remake. But like a good little girl, I replied, "Ok, I trust you. But if I
blow it and we get embarrassed, remember I tried to talk you out of it!" I
said.
"You'll do fine, now come in and lie down with me!" He said, patting the
bed.
It was a wonderfully odd feeling getting into bed with Gary since we had
sex. I had never been in bed with anyone ever, except maybe my mother when
I was a six year old. I slipped in to bed trying to be as elegant and
slinky as I could be. Gary reached over and kissed me on the lips,
"Goodnight sweetheart." He said.
"Goodnight lover." I replied as I smoothed my baby doll down and adjusted
my panties and wiggled my little boobies to get comfortable.
Oh the dreams I had that night!
All too soon I woke up to a little daybreak filtering in through the
window. I got up to brush my teeth and re-do my makeup and get "prepared"
should Gary wake up with lust on his mind! I think I really like
anticipating what my man will want. It seems so "right." It just isn't
about me anymore. It's about him. It's about us. How strange. I can't
believe I am getting into this so easily! While I'm frittering along, Gary
taps at the door, "Are you about done, baby?"
"Just finishing up, honey!" I replied as I exited the bathroom.
"Wow, you look great! Let me clean up too and I'll join you back in the
bed!"
I'm thinking, "Well, he sure is confident. Does he just think I'm going to
just jump into bed with him because he thinks it is a good idea?" As I slip
into bed I think to myself, "Really! We must have a chat about assuming I'm
ready to be bedded just because 'his maleness' is near!"
Gary comes out of the bathroom sporting a major hard - on! Christ! I can't
believe my eyes! I'm spellbound! Butterflies are beginning to flit around
inside my stomach! Cripes! My little clittie is beginning to stir. My
shoulder angles are taunting me "Go ahead and complain. Are you his girl or
aren't you? You like being 'her girlness' don't you, you pussy!" I'm
beginning to pant, my lips are getting parched, my heart is racing. Oh yeah
baby! We'll talk later!
Gary slips into bed and says "Hi there, sweetie! Is there room for me too?"
"Of course, honey. There is always room for you, lover!"
He reaches over and kisses me gently on the lips as his hand gently
caresses my stomach under the frilly fabric. He runs his hand down over my
panties across my boy clittie, which is now rising in interest. Gently he
brushes over the sensitive skin of my clittie, slowly and softly. He gently
works his tongue in my mouth as I open a little to receive him and suck on
it as I would a little dick. His breathing is harder as he moves to nibble
on my earlobes, and put tender kisses on my neck.
As his kisses move lower he begins to suckle at my titties sending me into
a spin of euphoria. As I arch my back to allow him better access to my
breasts, he slips off my panties ever so slowly. As he suckles, his other
hand is rolling my other nipple driving me insane with passion. Gradually,
he moves his hand and gently massages the little rosebud of my boy pussy
with something cool and slippery.
"Are you my girl, sweetie?" He asks.
"Of course, baby." I whisper nervously.
I begin to worry what is going to happen next. I am getting scared. I'm
thinking "Oh God, am I really up to this? Shit! Is he going to want to do
what I think he wants to do? Can I possibly handle something that big
entering me? Maybe I should try to talk him out of it! God, what do I do
now?"
"Does that feel good, sweetie?" He asks.
"Um, I think so." I reply.
Gently he rubs my little rosebud with his finger, up and down slowly. I
begin to enjoy the sensation being delivered to my little virgin pussy, and
absent-mindedly begin to gently move my hips to his tempo. Gradually, his
finger slowly slips its way in and he teases my pussy in a circular motion,
as he kisses my neck and suckles my earlobe. I'm feeling heavenly. Gently,
he inserts a second finger next to the first and continues to very gently
tease it into me like the first one. I continue to rock my hips as he moves
his fingers in and out. He applies more lube and gently works another
finger into my pussy.
"Are you OK, honey?"
"Oh, yes. Please don't stop, but go slowly lover. I've never made love with
anyone else before you."
As he removes and reintroduces his fingers into my pussy I am feeling
great. I am forcing my hips back to him to receive his probing. I can feel
my pussy stretching, getting looser. I am panting in lust as he brushes my
prostate. I feel like he could park a truck in there! What little pain
there was is gone and replaced with a curiously delightful feeling.
Gary rolls over onto his knees and bends down and kisses me. He puts a
pillow under my hips, and puts my legs on his shoulders, and kisses the
sensitive inner flesh of my thighs, and behind my knees. Gently, he teases
his cock against my little pussy lips, driving me crazy! Suddenly, he
begins to enter me, just a little, and I open my eyes in shock, suddenly
realizing an important fact of life: I had better accept the fact that I am
here for him as his lover, and must do whatever he asks of me. He will
never hurt me, it is just not his way. The sooner I surrender, the sooner I
will be complete! I just hope he will be gentle with this shy virgin!"
Gary is looking down at me, looking into my eyes as he teases my hole with
his cock. As he enters me farther, he slows progress and begins to rock in
and out just a little. Each time he enters me a little more as I rock my
hips and try to open my self more to receive him. Finally I feel the head
slowly going in and out, preparing me for penetration. Then gradually, more
and more of his cock is making it's way inside me as he gently enters and
retreats. I am beside myself with lust! He leans down and kisses me again,
"Are you still ok, honey?" He asks.
"Oh yes, oh God yes! I want you so bad!"
With just a little more thrusting, Gary is fully inside me. He pauses to
let me adjust to his size and the euphoria I feel being taken for the first
time. His cock is rocking in and out as I thrust to meet him. He begins to
pick up speed as he thrusts into me! I can feel his balls banging against
me! I am in heaven! He is pounding into me like a rabid wolf! The feelings
I am experiencing are incredible!
I feel my juices rising within me as he pounds into me harder and
faster. The upward tilt of his penis is rubbing me in all of the right
places; I am oozing come all over me! I am close to an orgasm! His
breathing is getting more ragged, he is sweating! Finally, his rhythm
changes and he stiffens up and I feel him pulsing inside me, sending
torrents of his seed deep within me. He reaches down and with the tiniest
of touches to my clittie, I began to gush my load onto my stomach. He lays
back down on me, our fingers still intertwined while he continues to kiss
me as we begin to slowly come down.
Minutes later he says. "Roll over for me, sweetie."
I do as he says and lay face down. He gets back on top of me and slips his
still hard dick back into my pussy.
As he holds my hands in his, I feel his gentle breath on my neck. As he
lies on top of me I realize that all of my needs have been met. If I am
willing to give of myself in order to receive that which he offers, I will
have a delightful role in this life as Gary's girl. Quietly, I say a little
prayer thanking God for delivering me into the arms of this man. I drift
off to sleep, protecting his offering deep inside me with a grateful smile
on my face and glee in my heart.
Well,I can't lay here all day and dream! I feel so good, so loved, so
ravished. My smile is touching the pillow on both sides! I'm laying here
daydreaming about my deflowering this morning. Inside me lives my lover's
DNA, looking for a life to create. (Nice try little spermies, but you won't
find it there!) I can still feel the gentle purring of my boy pussy from
last night. Somehow it really feels different. Somehow I really feel
different. Somehow I know my life has changed.
Well, it's time to get my butt out bed and get ready to go shopping with
Gary. He wants me to dress totally girly today. I really need to carefully
figure this out. Wow, what have I stumbled into!
Well, I drew myself a nice hot bath in the master bath which I will label
"ours" now. I reshaved everywhere and gently dried myself off applied some
lotion to my body and stood in front of the mirror, thinking. I'm really
lucky to have a lot of my mother's features. I have slender arms and
shoulders due to my complete indifference to athletics. My butt is a little
wide for a guy, but that's ok with me! I actually have a little bust line
if I use my imagination. It's a good thing I don't have a more masculine
chest like Gary, or my boobs would be 4" apart. Talk about cleavage!
I feel so heavenly being wanted. I've never felt the need to please anyone
else but myself since I don't know when. I've never been a "we" before!
I carefully shaped and thinned my eyebrows, giving them a nice little arch
at the upper corners, got rid of the wayward hairs that take away the
sharpness that looks so pretty. I curled my eyelashes and added mascara to
lengthen them like before. (that really made a difference!) I outlined my
eyelids with bluish gray, and then added a lighter highlight on the upper
lids, and flesh tones below... very fetching I think! A little blush on the
cheeks, followed by some peach lipstick.
As I look at my hair I decide I'll stick with the curly style that I wore
when I met Gary, but I'll poof it up a bit and roll the bangs with my
curling iron to look more feminine. He seemed to like it yesterday, he'll
love it with a few new touches. I'll do a peach color for my fingernails
and toenails. I'll add some yellow racing stripes to my toenails. I think
Gary really likes my feet! I certainly don't want to discourage him!
Well, lets see... I'll wear my white shorts and off white button-up
sweater. I've got a white bra with a B cup that I can partly fill with me,
so I'll add that with some padding in the bottoms to push "me" up and out a
little. (I really have quite a bit of boobies for no hormone help. Thanks
mom!). Ok, this seems to be working, so far. I'll try my orange flowered
sandals and my new toe rings, especially the one with the anklet Gary
bought me. I also have a set of thin gold and silver bracelets to match my
belt and earrings. Thankfully, I have the small feminine hands of my
mother. Some dangly earrings should do the trick. I'm surprised I have
accumulated so much "stuff" in my adventures.
Well now. What kind of undies shall I wear. I didn't get much of a clue
from Gary yesterday as to what he likes me in, since they wound up on the
floor so quickly, so I need to experiment. White shorts are pretty see
through, so I better go with the thong. I hope we don't walk too much. The
rubbing of it on my boypussy will start getting to me! All I'll be able to
think about is sex with Gary! Hmmm...an appealing thought!
Well shit, a shot of perfume and here goes...
I walk out of the bedroom to find Gary sitting at the kitchen table eating
a croissant.
"Hi sweetie! You look wonderful!" As he gets up and gives me hug and a peck
on the lips. (Geeze, is this guy hard all of the time?)
"Thank You, lover." I cooed.
As he starts kissing my neck (and turning me on again), I ask him cutely
"Honey, weren't we going somewhere?" (before it is too late!)
"Yea, let's go to the mall. I'd like to help you shop, if you don't mind?"
Oh great. I hope I remembered everything. I'm scared to death. I've never
been this "out" before! My prior experiences have all been unisex,
androgynous, semi-feminine styles. Typical of my half-way lifestyle up
until I met Gary who seems to be providing me with a powerful incentive to
please him. It's a feeling I've never felt until now. I've never before
felt a serious need to please anyone before and now I'm tripping all over
myself to look good and please Gary. I wonder why I've changed?
We hop into his car and away we go, his hand on top of mine most of the
way, and on my thigh the rest. And a little higher when the big trucks go
by, giving them a well deserved thrill! If they only knew...
First stop at the mall is Macy's. Gary guides me to the make-up counter. He
asks the girl if she would experiment a little with my make-up and do an
"update". The girl smiles coyly at me.
"How are you today, miss. May I help you?"
I'm petrified. She knows!
Gary jumps in and says, "We're both really fine. My wife was wondering if
you would experiment with her make up, maybe help her find another
style. Would you do that?"
"Sure. I'd love to!" she replies.
I'm thinking, did I hear him say "Wife"? Well, that's interesting.
She sits me in a chair a little off the beaten path and starts getting her
stuff ready. Gary was near by hovering uneasily.
"Sir" she replied to Gary, "This will take a little while, and we could use
a little little more privacy if you wouldn't mind."
The look on Gary's face was priceless! I winked at him as he moved away to
busy himself elsewhere! You go girl!
"Hi there again, my name is Ann. What's yours?" she asked.
"Chris" I replied.
"Have you been married long?"
"Just a couple of months"
"OK, practically newlyweds!"
"Well, I going to make you even more beautiful than you are now! Your hubby
will love it!"
She starts by scrubbing my face with cold cream to remove my other make up,
and then applies a light layer of foundation. "You seem to have a little
coarse hair on your face that can be dealt with if you want." she replies.
"Oh, oh". Im thinking. "Busted!"
"You should consider some hormone treatments to help with that, plus they
will add to your bosom, too. We can't all be Pam Anderson, I guess. I've
got sources if you need some help with that." she says cheerfully.
How in the world did she know that? Oh, she's looking down and can see
inside my bra. Chripes! Well, she seems friendly enough. I guess this is
the secret "girl - stuff" I've heard about. Hmmm, interesting.
She decided to move me into lighter makeup, with lighter eyeliner and
lighter blush. She explained that my dark eyeliner made my eyes seem deeper
in my face, and a lighter color would be better. She chose another peach
shade of lipstick only a more shimmery variety, then she outlined my lips
with a brush with a darker shade of peach. (That tickles!) She complimented
me on my eyelashes, said they were sexy! Lightening me up she said was a
good idea now that I was married and didn't have as much to prove as
before.
I wonder what she meant by that?
She showed me myself in a mirror, and I was shocked an my new appearance! I
looked younger and more "middle class" sexy, if you get my drift. When she
asked my if I liked it I blushed and told her I loved it, and she put each
item she used in a bag for me.
She whispered in my ear, "Just let him pay for it. Most men don't ask too
many questions about stuff like this. But I'd be out shopping when he gets
the bill!" she giggled.
Wise beyond her years, she was. Gary picked it up an paid for it without
even glancing at the price: $88.00!
"Bye sweetie, hope to see you again soon!" Ann replied. "Oh, I almost
forgot. Here's my card if you would like some help with what we talked
about." Gary stood there observing, blankly. I never knew us girls talked
in code. Interesting.
Gary and I continued wandering around the store looking at cutsie
lingerie. I'd steal glances at myself in whatever mirror I could find. He
would hold stuff up against me and I'd blush and giggle, my boy-clittie
began to join in the fun as we wondered around in the women's department.
"Here, how about trying on this skirt and blouse together?"
It was a plaid Brittany Spears type Catholic school mid-thigh skirt and
white blouse that tied at the bottom just like in the video! I'm thinking,
"This will be just fine at home for play time!" Yea, right.
Gary takes me by the hand and guides me into the dressing room and quickly
closes the door with both of us inside.
"Gary" I squeaked, "Were going to get in trouble!"
"Shhhh!" As he pulls me toward him and carefully kisses my fresh, expertly
applied lipstick. He starts lifting up my sweater to remove it, so I start
cooperating and begin unbuttoning my shorts.
Gary starts to roll down my thong, and I freeze!
"Hush, sweetie" he whispers. "You are starting to show!"
He quickly puts his magnificent lips on my rising little clittie, capturing
me in freeze-frame, and just like before, he is sucking only on the helmet
part... I begin to lose myself in ecstasy. In seconds, I'm panting, getting
flushed, red as a beet! I'm leaning against the wall of the enclosure...Oh
God...He licks the underside slowly, as we carefully moves his lips and
tongue over the head. Oh my God, it feels heavenly! I'm having goosebumps
over my entire body, inside and out!
My head begins to spin, my heart is beating 1000 beats a minute, I'm
sweating... "Uh, uh, uh" I mew, "Ahhha...ahhha..." I whisper as get tickles
the underside of the helmet with his tongue. My toes are curled up and my
hands are clenched into tiny fists as I feel waves of wondrous agony
washing over me from my head to my toes as I bite my lip trying not to
scream! I try to hold back but I rapidly lose myself and release my seed in
a slow, steady stream into Gary's mouth with nary a pulse to betray my
fading maleness! He holds my clittie in his mouth as I slowly regain my
senses. Then he moves up and kisses me, and I open up my mouth and receive
his gift.
"Ohhh...honey!" I moan with the last of my breath as Gary holds me close.
As Gary holds me, he give me a final kiss and a smile. "Shall we?"
"Do we have to?" I whine.
I put on the skirt and blouse and knot it in front per Brittany style, give
him a wink and Gary opens the door and I model it outside for him, giving
myself a little twirl.
Teasingly I flip up the rear of the skirt to flash Gary my thong undies,
and "Do'h!".
The clerk, Mrs. Bitchmore, is looking over her '60's glasses at me like I'm
some kind of specimen. "It looks good on you, dear" she croaks.
Gary says, "We'll take it, and she'd like to wear it home."
"She would?" I'm thinking.
I guess the loss of part of one's self is part of being in love. It must be
part of nature's plan. I find myself having nothing to say when Gary makes
a decision for me. I just go along, sweetly, as if I don't have a thought
in my head about anything but Gary. It seems all of my choices in life have
flowed over to Gary, as I follow his lead like a love-struck puppy!
"Gary, I need to go to the bathroom!"
"Ok, I know where one is, but come here, I need to tell you something."
"When you go in buy a Tampax, OK?" he whispers into my ear.
"What?" I ask.
"Just trust me." He says.
I hover by the rest room for a few seconds hoping no one goes in. When I
felt the coast was clear, I went in and slipped into the stall.
"What a strange feeling" I'm thinking as I lift up my skirt and pull down
my panties and get into "the zone"... Ahaaa, this peeing sitting down is
ok! So much less concentration required. It gives me time to think about
Gary and my pussy and how far we have come in such a short time. I reflect
on what brought up together and how magical our relationship has been so
far. This little respite also gave me a little time to relive our
lovemaking and how special it made me feel! Before I met Gary, I'd be a
little down after a climax, but that's not happening this time. I can
hardly wait to get home for more!
When I was done I got out and found the Tampax machine and put in my
quarters and stuck it in the hem of my skirt,
"Finally!" Gary says. "I thought you fell in!"
"Whatever" I reply, absently.
"Did you buy what I asked you to get?"
"Yes, dear." I replied dutifully as I handed it to him and he slipped it
into his pocket. I wonder what that was about?
Next we wandered over to Sears, into the nylons and things. "I would like
to see some of these seamed nylons on you, ok baby?" as he finds some black
ones that will go with my short Catholic school skirt.
"Ok honey, if you want me to!" I replied.
He pays for them, and the girl asks me if I'd like a Sears charge card and
save 15%. "Sure" I replied. Then I realized I can't fill it out right
now. Can I? The hell with it, give me a pen! Naw, I'll do it another time
when I'm alone. I'm with Gary today and besides, I don't want her hitting
on him while I'm busy filling the thing out!
"Keep your cute little sales clerk eyes straight ahead, bitch!" I'm
thinking to myself.
I asked the sales girl if I could put them on here and she smiled and gave
me the key to the dressing room. Gary followed me like a little boy with
his mother in to this "Unfamiliar Territory". I think I'm getting the hang
of this stuff!
We find a stall with a full length door, and he kind of slips me and him
into it, and starts kissing me again! My heart is throbbing again with the
all of this attention from my guy. As we embrace, Gary quickly starts to
roll down my thong and begins rubbing my ass, making my stomach start
fluttering again! Soon his finger is rubbing over my clenched little pussy
as it begins to betray me with a mind of it's own. As he gently rubs my
slot, it begins twitching against his finger.
He turns me around and starts rubbing his manhood up and down the crack of
my boy-pussy, lubing it up with saliva and his usual copious amounts of pre
cum.
"Gary, no!" I whisper!
"It's ok sweetie, it's just you and me!" He says as I begin to feel the
head rubbing searching up and down my boy pussy looking for the "soft
spot", as he massages my naked hips and works his hands under my bra to
caress my rock hard nipples.
"Oh honey, I love you so much!" He coos, knowing I'm melting into his touch
and have zero self control when he lays the love talk on me!
He gently, and purposefully finds my entrance and gently pushes in and out
a little at a time, remembering that this morning was my first time. Then
slowly a little more in gently, a little more out, in again farther this
time! I feel his pubic hair tickling up against me.
"Oh my God! He's all the way in!" I'm thinking as I giggle inside!
It was painless, thank you God! He begins to gently fuck my little pussy as
I try to match his rythm in these close quarers! My hands are on the
changing bench and I'm trying not to let my head go "thump, thump, thump"
against the changing room wall! I grip Gary's dick with my pussy muscles as
he pushes and pulls in and out, working for his prize. I see the hair
standing up on my arms, and I feel waves of tingles wash over me from the
top of my head all the way to my toes! My skin is tingling so much I feel
like I'm being tickled all over! Gary moves his hands to my nipples and
gently rolls them in his fingers, as I feel his warm breath on my
neck. Gary is working himself in and out of my pussy with renewed vigor, as
his breathing gets more and more desparate. It's way too soon that I feel
his breathing change into desparate panting! I feel him getting larger and
harder still, and then finally begin pulsing and delivering his precious
seed into my body! Still slowly stroking in and out, he begins to soften as
I squeeze my pussy trying to keep his manhood in my body and squeeze out
the last drop of his essence.
Sadly, he softens and I begin to slowly lose my grip on my lover as he
gently slips away. I'm so satisfied, and so filled, yet I feel like
crying...
"Here honey, let me put this in" he says as he wets the Tampax in his mouth
and slides it gently into my loose, wet, freshly fucked pussy! "Damn, that
was too quick" I was thinking...
Gary helps me get re-assembled, and we casually sneak out of the dressing
room. My cheeks are on fire - I'm kidding no one! My treasure has just been
royally plundered by Gary's one eyed pirate!
"Gary, can we go home now?" I whine.
"Sure baby, but lets check you out first." Gary looks me over and has me
adjust the seams on my stockings so they are straight. He moves my skirt
over so it lines up, adjusts my blouse and then adjusts the knot so it is a
little higher on my midriff. He points to the big wall mirror so I can see
myself, and then takes me in his arms and gives me a kiss and a loving
hug. My eyes begin to run with tears and I sob softly, Gary whispers in my
ear "Have I told you I love you today, sweetie?"...
And we leave the store hand in hand!
Chapter 2
Finally! Home at last.
"Gary, would you like a sandwich, honey?"
"Ok, If you'll join me"
We gobble up our sandwiches and Gary announces that it is nap time, and not
a minute too soon. I'm beat.
I take off my nylons, skirt and blouse and join Gary on the bed with only
my bra and panties on. I put my arm over Gary and snuggle close to his
back. He turns around and leans over and nuzzles and kisses my ear, as his
hand begins rubbing my nipples through my bra.
"Let's take this off, shall we?" As he reaches under me and unhooks my bra.
He begins to massage my boobies and roll the nipples in his fingers, and
then gently begins to suckle on them, moaning gently. Soon my heart is
beating rapidly, and my hips begin to undulate anticipating the through
fucking to come. Too soon, too soon...
"Ummm, I love your boobies sweetheart." as he kisses and suckles at them.
I need a break!
"Gary" I whisper, "The girl at the make up place said there is a way to
make them bigger if you want me to. She has a friend that can get some
pills that will help."
"No baby, that stuff is all snake oil and a waste of money."
"No, not this stuff. She says it's the real deal!"
"Really? Why do you want bigger boobs?"
"I want them because you like them. I know you do. I see you looking at
other girls sometimes."
"I'm not sure that is a good idea."
"Please Gary, can't I try it for a little while just to see? Pleeeease?"
"How long is a little while? And what's wrong with going to a doctor?"
"I don't want to go all the way, just "test the waters" a little. You still
want me to get hard, don't you sweetie? If I go to a doctor, I won't get
hard anymore."
"If you're serious about this, fine. I'll let you try it for three months,
but promise me you will stop if I tell you too or if you start feeling
something you shouldn't. That shit isn't M & M's!"
"Thank you, sweetie! I'll be careful!" as I give Gary a big jucy kiss as I
crawl on top of him!
Quickly, I unbutton his boxers and frantically pull them down and
off. Gary's eye's are full of laughter and surprise as I pull my thong off
and toss it on the floor! I'm a wanton boy-woman!
Damn, he's hard as a rock already! What did I do to deserve a man like
this? I move my head down and engulf his cock and begin sucking and
tonguing his penis. I move myself up and begin to impale my self on his
rod... "Oh, shit! The tampax!"
"Gary, stay right there and don't move, please!" I plead.
I go into the bathroom and remove the cork, and lube myself up with lotion,
stretching my pussy a little for insurance.
"Christ, I'm thinking to myself, this girl stuff is so freaking
complicated!"
I slither back into bed right into Gary's arms, and begin kissing him. I
kiss my way down begin sucking his cock again, and move back up again into
position, and slide his cock back into my eagerly waiting pussy. I lift
myself up and down on his cock, matching his rythm as he begins his
motion. He reaches up and plays with my nipples, driving me to the
edge. The gentle slope of his penis rubbing my prostate and driving me
crazier with sensations! It's going to happen this time! It has to!
Gary is less quick this time since we did it once already today, and I'm
able to fuck myself silly. I'm screaming inside with ecstasy! I feel Gary
getting harder and thrusting into my pussy in rhythm with my strokes. My
entire body is alive with tickling inside and out! My toes are clenched
tightly, as my pussy squeezes him in rythm to his thrusting. His up sloped
tool is just perfect for rubbing my prostate in just the perfect
motion. "Oh, please, please...Yes!" I thinking to myself as my orgasm
builds. Suddenly, I begin to come all over Gary as he lets loose another
torrent of sperm into my pussy! I lay myself gently back down into Gary's
waiting arms, and kiss his wonderful sweet, gorgeous, loveable lips. As he
softens, he gently slides out of his sweetie, his duty done. For the first
time in my life, I came all by myself!
Quickly, I retreat into the bathroom and find another Tampax under the sink
and put it in to preserve his juices inside me. Nothing of Gary must go to
waste! I put some panties on and slithered back into the arms of my lover.
And then we slept.
Chapter 3
While Gary was still sleeping I rummaged around and found the Macy's girl's
card with her phone number. My fingers were trembling as I was dialing.
"Hello" a voice answered.
"Hi, is this Ann?"
"Yes, who's this?"
"It's Chris. You did my make up this morning and said you could offer me
some help."
"Oh, yes I remember. I called my sister and she said she can get what you
need if you decide to go for it."
"I'd like to try it. How do I get it from you?"
"Come back to Macy's with $100.00 and I'll have it ready for you this
afternoon."
"Chris honey, will you take me back to Macy's so I can get something?"
"Sure baby. Is it what I think it is?"
"Yep. And I need a hundred dollars." I replied.
"If you say so sweetie..."
So off we went to Macy's. I asked Gary to wait in the car, while I ran in
and found Ann.
"Here's the deal: take one half of a pill once in the morning and once
before bed. Your facial hair will grow less, and as a side benefit, your
boobs may grow a little, and it will work wonders for your skin. If
something isn't right stop taking it right away!"
"Ok." I replied quickly.
As soon as I could find a drinking fountain I took my first pill.
As the days wore on and my relationship with Gary became more and more
intense, at the same time it became more routine. I began to notice some
subtle changes. My facial hair did gradually get finer and more downey, and
I started gaining weight, especially in the hips. Gary still had no
problems getting me hard, and I found myself more drawn to him than ever
before. But I had to start watching what I eat to keep from getting fat!
I found my self less inspired to touch Gary intimately, yet I craved his
touch even more than before. I think he sensed this, as he seemed to always
be ready with a caress. When he'd playfully slip his hands in my panties to
massage my butt, I'd melt in his arms and tingle all over! Whatever this
stuff was doing, I loved it!
Gary loved to suckle at by boobies, and I began to notice the feeling was
getting more and more intense, and getting me more and more aroused.
Finally, after about four months I could completely fill out a B cup bra
with all me! My nipples were always tender from Gary's constant attention,
and my boypussy was more easily offered to him when he was near. I noticed
that even though I wanted to have sex, my "horniness" had changed to a
smooth, sensual awakening that overtook my body when Gary was aroused and
sought attention. He would always lean over and kiss me on the earlobe,
working his way to my neck and beyond. Never rushing, always sensual and
aware of my need to warm up more slowly now. I was more nervous with his
penetration, as gentle as he was, and required more foreplay to get into
the "zone" than before. It seems like the order of importance of some
things has changed and I am having trouble deciphering it all, but it all
seems quite normal to me somehow.
Gary solved this "foreplay problem" by lovingly massaging my body with
lotion. Now that I was looking more womanly, I didn't feel the need to wear
as much lingerie to bed, especially since my body was developing quite
nicely. My buttocks were getting really fleshy. Fleshy, but not really fat,
as it dawned on me that they were more like a girl's. It seemed that Gary's
touch was more necessary than before to get me turned on, whereas before I
was more eager for sex than I was for intimate contact. I found that I have
less desire to simply let a climax flow, but instead I feel more urgency in
knowing that Gary had come and was satisfied with me. I still longed to be
desired and mounted, and sexually overpowered, but in a more sensual
way. Things were definitely changing, and they weren't all bad!
My muscle tone, what there was of it, was much less and was making me more
limber and able to shape myself more easily into Gary's positions for
kisses on the couch, and gropes in the car! We seemed to fit together
better, I guess because I was "softer". I was a lot more ticklish than
before, and my skin would tingle much more than before when I was turned on
or we had sex. My orgasms were preceded by an over all ticklish feeling in
my pelvis area expanding over my body all the way to my forehead. It was
like a long, intense tingling combined with my old orgasm that didn't quite
go all the way - and it felt great! When I did finally come, it was long
and slow just like Gary had trained me by sucking just the tip of my
weenie. I still came in a stream of cum, with a little spurt at the end for
good measure. It was definitely different that it used to be before I
started on the pills.
I seemed to have as much passion as before, but it was quieter and less
forceful, but much more intense and hugely gratifying at the same time. I
found myself quieting myself during my orgasms as if to keep our "secret"
from prying ears where there were none.
By clintdear
I was strolling around the mall today wearing one of my favorite girly toe
rings with my girly-boy shorts and sandals. I was in one of those moods. I
wasn't feeling very manly today and haven't been for quite awhile, but not
sure how to feel. When I feel like this. I try to be as feminine as I dare,
especially since I'm not sure just what I am right now! I really wish I had
to courage to be both!
I like visiting the mall and getting as close to feminine as I dare without
being "noticed" as anything other than an unusual dresser. That's why I
like to wear toe rings, sandals, ladies shorts, and a shirt with a feminine
logo and anything else I think I can get away with. There is a certain cut
to the clothes that are unisex at a casual glance, but draw looks from men
who probably don't know exactly what drew their glance to "that guy" over
there. Designers spend millions to get that glance to "that girl," so why
not me? I want to be noticed, but not seen, as I look at the lingerie (Why
are baby dolls so hard to find now a days!), the panties (A thong, or
something with harder seams that will show through?), shorts (how daring am
I this time?), and of course the thin tops that work for my style (Shall I
darken my areola's to draw Interested glances, I muse?). Girls have all the
fun!
I'm really hoping someday to meet a Mr. Right who knows what to do with a
girly boy like me. I need someone who knows what I want because I sure
don't! I'm too shy to actually hit on a guy. I never have had sex with one
and I probably wouldn't do it right anyway. The guys that did hit on me
made me too nervous to welcome their advances. I guess I am doomed to a
life of half measures!
In my mall excursion today, I notice a nice looking guy at a jewelry place
that sells anklets, toe rings, etc., and decided to sashay over and see
what they had. (And gauge his reaction, of course. I need to find someone
who is cool, understanding, can read my mind, knows I am scared spitless
and on the make at the same time, non-judgmental, gay or bi, holds hands
with Jesus, and thinks I am just "normal." Oh yes, and he has to be
attractive, strong, and handsome!).
This guy was really cute, and looked me right in the eyes. I was mesmerized
for a second when he asked, "May I help you?"
Breaking myself out of my trance, I stammered and blurted out, "Yes, do you
have toe rings in size 6?"
When I realized I was blushing I blushed even more! I felt so exposed!
(Wow, if he only knew what I was thinking!).
"Yes, but I am going on break soon. I'd be glad to stay and help you if
you'd like."
He introduced himself as "Gary," and shook my hand. (I gave him my most
feminine, soft handshake!).
"I'm Chris," I replied sweetly.
He saw the toe ring I was wearing and asked if I was shopping for myself. I
said I was and I was looking for another one. He commented that he doesn't
see very many guys in toe rings!
I blushed and blurted out "Some guys like them!"
He smiled and said he was only commenting, and that we are all friends
here, and that I was exceptional and that I needn't blush, and I would be a
compliment to his toe rings, and please stop blushing! Which made be blush
brighter! Then he smiled a warm and welcome smile, and asked me what size I
wore, and I told him a size 6. He asked me if I would mind him sizing it.
To my surprise, when I sat down and bent down to take it off, he said "Oh
no, I'll do it if it is ok with you, it's part of my job!"
He squirted some Windex on my toe (wow, it tickled!) and off it came. He
put it on the measuring thingy and said "You were right honey, a perfect 6!
Oops, sorry, umm, sir, I meant, umm.."
He was blushing so I quipped: "You can call me honey just this once."
"Thanks...honey!" He says again with a little smirk.
He started showing me a tray of rings similar to I was wearing, and asked
me if he could check the fit. (I couldn't pass up a flirt as cute as him!),
so I said "Sure!"
He said he wanted to try a 5, so he got some Windex and squirted it on my
toes (Oh, that feeling again!) I jumped & my heart leaped! "Is it too cold"
He asked?
"N-N-No, It just feels ...very...very nice," breathlessly trying to remain
in control of my emotions, and not give anything away.
He finally worked the ring onto my toe and it was just too tight. And then
didn't want to come off. It was stuck. He apologized and he said he had to
really work it to get it off again and would I be more comfortable doing it
myself or would I like him to?
"I'd like it if you would," I cooed...
Gently he takes my foot in his hands. Resting my sole in his palm, he dabs
the Windex purposefully, gently lifts my foot, and then rubs the Windex
between and around my toes lubing everything up. (trying too look up my
short's leg, I hope? God, what if he sees my panties!). I had a seriously
excited boy-clittie, my heart was pounding out of my chest! His hands were
tickling my feet everywhere - I was trying not to giggle!
Finally, after some effort, he got it off and said, "Oh, we've got to do
that again!"
"I hope it was as good for you as it was for me!" I chirped.
And then I realized what I said, and started blushing again!
"That's ok" he replies. And teasingly adds, "I think blushing is cute!"
And then he slowly proceeded to spray my other foot with the Windex,
getting between my toes again, holding the sole of my foot in the palm of
his hand, blowing softly to let it dry. Ohhh...He was smiling and blushing
a little, too....
"Was that ok too?"
I was speechless! I'm sure he could hear my heart beating! This guy has a
foot thing, and I'm loving that!
"Very OK," I stammered.
God I hope this is real, I'm thinking...If he's straight I'm going to curl
up and die!
Finally, (before I had a heart attack), he started showing me some trays of
toe rings and asked me what I thought. I said they were nice.
"But what do you think looks best?" I asked.
He showed me some plain bands, then some two-tone bands, and then asked my
opinion again.
"Do you have something, you know, less masculine?" I replied.
He smiled. "Hmm, less masculine? Or do you mean more feminine?"
He was just drawing the truth right out of me! Things I have never admitted
to myself, let alone to a male store clerk I didn't even know! I didn't
know whether to run and hide, or simply shut up and be a nice girl and
accept what life delivers! Besides, I was hot. My clittle was getting
hard. I was having fun. Maybe he was too!
I was kind of unsure what to say, so he looked directly into my eyes and
said "Well, lets try some really girly styles! You'll love them! If they
are too girly, let me know and we'll go from there."
I'm thinking, too girly? Not a chance! I am so hot I could grab him right
here!
Thank God he took charge, my heart was racing, I was sweating, trying to
calm down, hide my clittie, hide my panties, hide my heartbeat, maybe just
hide! He shows me a wider band with pink and blue round stones in it. "Is
this feminine enough?" He asks?
"I think so." I replied stupidly.
"How about this one?" He says, and shows me an ultra-feminine string of
hearts made with multi-colored stones.
"I think that one is really nice!"
"Here's another style I'd like to see on you."
He puts on a nice purple, yellow, orange, blue affair that has a thin gold
chain running up to an anklet with a string of similar stones. "Wow! That's
pretty! What do you think?" He asks.
"I don't know if I have the legs for it!" I said, teasingly.
"Oh, I think you do! It looks really sexy!"
Then he says, "How about this one on the other foot?" He showed me a cute
but fairly wide gold band with intertwined nudes, 14K!
"I can't really afford that!" I replied.
"Yes you can" As he slips it on he says, "I'll give you my cost of $
24. Think about it! Besides, I think one on each foot is just perfect for
you. Would you like to try it out for awhile and join me on break?" He
asked. (Is he just being nice, or hitting on me? Hmmm.)
I agreed and we walked around talking and smiling - just like a real first
date!
I boldly took him with me into a ladies' shop and bought a pair of women's
shorts that might pass for men's. (Upping the ante a little, testing the
waters.)
"I just don't fill out men's shorts well. I suppose no one notices. Now you
know my secret!" I explained.
"They fit you very well, they make you look...well, sexy! They probably
look better than men's anyway. They seem to conform better to your shape!
And I mean that in a good way! I think they are kind of hot!"
I gushed "Really? Thank You, you are so sweet to say that!" I began to feel
my inhibitions slipping away as I realized he really liked me for who I
was. He didn't seem like a weirdo, and even seemed pleased to be seen with
me.
"Here, try on this belt!" He says. It was wide metal, with shiny oval rings
laced together with a part hanging down in front, definitely a woman's
belt. It was shiny, bright and dangly.
"Its pretty" I replied, "but I think it may be too feminine. I might
embarrass you!"
"Not a chance" he said. He took my hand, and gave me a little peck on the
cheek, and said "I like you as sweet as you can be, is that OK with you?"
I replied, (Upping the ante, and my courage, just testing...)
"I think so. Am I, like, your girl for today?"
He replied, "Only if you want to be!" I squeezed his hand back in
reassurance. I was one happy boy!
We wandered back to his shop and played around with more toe rings and the
Windex (and my feelings - I was soooo hot!) Finally it was closing time.
"Well, I suppose I should get going, I guess." (I'm thinking...please say:
"No, don't go!")
He replied, "Are you in a rush?" "I really wish you would stay." "I've had
lots of fun today, you are welcome to stay while I close up!" (Thank you!
There is a God!) He started dropping the gate and said "In or out?"
The moment of truth. "In or out." Where have we heard that before?
Hesitating, and thinking a thousand thoughts about what I meant to do
today, versus what I am doing now, versus what I might end up doing. I
hesitated, seemingly watching my life pass before my eyes, frozen in time
for a moment, I replied "In!" I felt like I had somehow entered into a pact
with my feminine self and would be forever changed. As I watched the gate
fall as he lowered it, I could swear I saw my old boy-self standing out
side motionless and inert. I think my hormones just switched gears.
He smiled and then invited me into the tiny little office where he had to
count the money, and offered to let me in to change into my new shorts and
belt. I had pink panties with lace trim and bows on since I didn't expect
to undress in front of a man!
"Please don't be shy, I promise not to look, maybe!"
I though it over and let out a little giggle (What the hell, you've come a
long way baby!) and replied, "Well, maybe just a peek, but please don't
laugh or you might make me cry!"
"I won't" He offered, "I just hope your new shorts and belt are as sexy as
you are!"
So, as we finally wiggle past each other in the tiny office, trying
politely not to touch too much, which is impossible in the tiny room. (Did
he just drag something hard across my butt? His manhood maybe? I did that
to him? Oh My Gawd!)
So he sat down and I turned around modestly and began removing my shorts
and stepping out of them revealing my pink panties.
"Those are really pretty! If I had known, I would have bought you some in
the store! Turn around so I can see them!" (Whew! Past that hurdle!). And
then he pulls me to him and gives me a little kiss on the stomach!
"Oh, you like? I was afraid you were going to laugh or make fun of me!"
He guides me down onto his lap, and looks me in the eyes and gives me a 24
karat kiss right on the lips! I fell into his embrace as if was the most
natural thing in the world. I began kissing him back. He began caressing my
cheeks through the satiny fabric, my erection and precome beyond hiding. I
could feel him hardening further under me.
(Being faced with the timeless question asked by an eternal string of high
school virgins, I'm thinking, "God, what do I do now!") I started kissing
his neck, as he began to run his hands up the back of my blouse, then
rubbing his hands gently back down inside the back of my panties.
"You feel so nice, honey!"
"Oh baby, I like that. You make me feel so good!" I purred.
As his hands moved to my nipples, (God I love that! How could he know!) I
gradually slid down off of his lap, guided by the needs within me. With
that thought I gently undid his belt, then carefully unzipped his fly,
hoping for a glimpse of what lay hidden. I began to work his pants down,
and he lifted his hips. (Finally! A sign, a signal, a green light! No
chance of rejection now! Thank you!) With his pants finally down, as I
peered and poked for an opening in his boxers, to my relief, he pulled them
down displaying his wonderfully erect cock! It was beautiful! It was thick,
about 7" long and had a slight upward curve like a little ski slope. I was
fascinated! It was a much better specimen than mine could ever hope to be!
I hope I do everything right!
As he played with my nipples I began to slowly lick up and down my first
cock, savoring the moment. I started at the bottom, and slowly ran my
tongue up to the tip where I circled the helmet with my tongue. I peeked up
at Gary, and his eyes were closed in the eternal dream of ecstasy! (I must
be doing this right, I'm thinking!) Finally, I began to take him into my
mouth, one inch in, one-half inch out, two in, one out, gradually and
slowly matching my movements to his breathing until I finally had him all
in my mouth.
This wonderful man continues to lovingly fondle my nipples as his cock
celebrates in the festival of my longing. He begins to lightly moan and
work his hips gently up and down into my mouth. I tighten and relax my lips
varying the pressure on him as he slides in and out of my mouth pussy. I
drag my tongue over the sensuous underside of his shaft. I pleasure him
with skills I never knew I had! As his breathing gets quicker and more
desperate, I vary the pace trying to slow things down. I start licking the
underside again in a circular motion, moving down and back up again,
finally letting him slide back into my mouth again. As I moved my head and
dragged my tongue and lips over the most sensitive spots, I began to taste
his juices as they begin oozing out slowly. I could feel his penis getting
harder, and harder, and then begin to almost vibrate. And then it begin to
twitch...And then, like a breaking dam his seed rushed into my mouth with a
force to match my emotions, and I swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed
his seed as if it were pure love itself!
As I was sucking, I had been rocking my hips so sensually as I serviced him
my clittie was ready to burst! And burst it did! I came in my panties like
I have never, ever come before! I held his cock in my mouth as he slowly
softened, his breathing slowly coming back to normal. I was in heaven!
(Sort of. Wondering what to say now. Is he like most guys, yelling "next!"
or his he really "my" special guy? Do I dare take my lips off of him and
let him go, leaving me to face the truth alone? Damn, this is gonna hurt!)
My question was soon answered. He says "Oh sweetie, that was wonderful"
(I'm thinking: And...?) "I have never felt so good as you made me feel! I
didn't know I could go to heaven and then come back to my angel!" (I'm
thinking: please God, make him want me still! Please, before he sees my
tears!) He says, "You are so very, very sweet!" "Will you come home with me
tonight!" He adds.
"Yes" I replied with relief, and tears beginning in my eyes.
He cooed into my ear, "Will you be my girl?" With those words, my life has
forever changed.
Chapter 2
After everything was locked up and it was time to go, Chris walked me to
his car-a nice red mustang convertible-, wow was it bright! He opens the
door for me just like a regular guy on a regular date! I was so happy!
Then I realized that I don't have any fresh clothes to wear! "Gary, can we
stop by my place so I can get a change of clothes?"
"Sure, honey." he replied.
So we stopped at my place and I offered him a beer, and went to start
packing.
"Sweetie?" he called out, "Be sure to be your most sexy self for me!"
"Oh, I can't wait to sweep you off your feet with my charms!"
So I grabbed some panties, garter belt, stockings, and a thin wispy see
through top. And of course, a baby doll nightgown I thought I would never
need! I gathered up some cosmetics I keep hidden, and my douche bag and
perfume. ("Passion" by Liz Taylor- a bit out of style but unmistakably
boy-bait!) I felt like I was packing for a week!
"Ok, I'm ready! Are you?" I responded as I entered the living room.
He replied by gathering me up in his arms and giving me a juicy kiss, and a
sweet suckle on my ear lobe!
"I'm ready when you are, honey!" He says.
I was shivering with lust. I hope he couldn't tell! I don't want to look
too eager!
We soon arrived at his condo, a nice two-story affair. He showed me in and
asked me if I'd like a drink.
"I'd love one!"
I sat down with both hands in my lap, and my knees together. I felt like I
was trying to be as small as possible. I guess I was pretty nervous. Most
of my feminine mannerisms were coming quite naturally, but others I was
remembering from watching other girls. I really hadn't expected to move so
far so fast. In fact, I am farther that I ever thought I ever would have
been! He poured me a rum and Coke and sat down beside me with his arm
behind my shoulders. He looked over at me, smiled and asked, "Are you still
my girl?"
"Un huh!" I replied with uncertainty.
Then he leaned over and kissed me!
"Will you spend the night here with me? You can sleep on the couch if you
are shy!"
"I'd like that, except the couch part" I giggled.
Gary replied, "I'd like to take a shower and get comfortable in front of
the TV. Would you like to get sexy for me and we'll watch a movie together
and have a little wine? There is a second bathroom in the hall for you to
use."
I went into the bathroom with my overnight bag and slipped off my clothes,
turned on the bath and looked around the bathroom. There was a fresh razor
and some Channel body oil on the sink. I poured some sexy smelling bubbly
bath into the tub and turned on the water. I got in and started to relax
and enjoy the luxury, wondering what my role in this romance was to
be. Could this be really happening?
Then, almost as if guided by an invisible hand, I began to lather up my
legs and underarms and began to shave myself smooth as baby. I shaved my
legs, my underarms, my boy-pussy, and my pubic hair. I felt really great!
I got out of the shower and brushed and teased my hair to make it as big as
possible. I got out my makeup kit and applied a little light red lipstick
with gloss. I blushed my cheeks, and highlighted my eyes. I curled my
eyelashes and used some mascara to lengthen them. I dabbed some perfume on
some strategic places. I put on my powder blue baby doll that has a thin
panel to hide my little breasts, and augmented that with a matching pair of
"boyshorts" (which let just enough butt cheek show to be sexy!). Next, I
put on a pair of powder blue nylons with the band on top to keep them up
without a garter belt. I completed my outfit with a pair of blue fluffy
slippers! A quick shot of Passion perfume and I was ready to make my grand
entrance to greet my new boyfriend.
I looked at myself in the mirror for a final check. Hair, ok^ŭuss it up
just a little, done! Make up, good! Baby doll, fine^Ůeed the panties a
little higher to show more butt cheek, done! Breasts, a little too small
but can't do much about that right now. I'll tweak them a little to make
them pointy. Good. Hands are clean. Shit! Polish! Quickly I sat down and
carefully painted my fingernails a hot red with a slight pink hue, and did
the same to my toenails. Brushed my teeth, flossed, done! Damn, so much to
remember.
Why was I so easily accepting my new feminine self, I wondered? I have
never had any sexual experiences before (except with myself), and here I am
pondering a truly loving and sexual relationship with a guy! Me girl, him
guy, no less! I don't even feel odd about it. I feel like it is the right
way for things to be. He seems to agree. My heart was pounding, and it was
time to step into my new romance! This is just too confusing.
Chapter 3
As I gracefully swayed into the living room, Gary was sitting on the sofa
nursing a beer. His eyes widened, and he exclaimed "Wow! You are beautiful!
Come sit with your sweetie!"
I sat down beside him, and he put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me
close, and kissed me on top of the head like a little girl. I put my hand
on his thigh and he let out a little groan. He moved his head down lower
and gave me a light kiss behind my ear then began kissing a trail down my
neck, finally trailing a little line of kisses back along my jaw back to my
lips. As he kissed me my lips parted as if we had kissed a thousand
times. His tongue entered my mouth without resistance as if to portend the
future. We kissed and kissed, necking like teenagers as my hand moved
absently to his thigh and to what was stirring nearby. I still couldn't
believe that little old me had the power to create such a response in this
most perfect man!
I gently rubbed him through the material of his bathrobe while returning
his breathless kisses. Slowly, he slides his soft hand under my nightgown
and begins to lightly caress the skin on my stomach. Then carefully he
moves his hand up to my breast and rubs my nipple with the palm of his
hand, gradually gathering my nipple between his thumb and forefinger,
rolling it between his fingers. I was going crazy! I had to do something or
I was going to cum right there!
I kissed my way down his chest toward his manhood, but he pulled me up and
said "Lets get into bed, sweetie." He took my hand and led me into the
bedroom.
He sat me down and kissed me some more and laid me gently on my back. He
slipped off his bathrobe and lay on top of me with nothing on but a
smile. As if by reflex I spread my legs allowing him to lie between my
legs. Oh, did I like that! I felt so under his power feeling his hard body
on top of mine, his powerful muscles overpowering my timid resistance. As
he began to kiss me, I began to unconsciously raise my legs as his hips
began to grind into me. As he moved his kisses down to suckle on my nipples
he played with my engorged boy clittie, causing me to mew gently.
His fingers again replaced his lips as he teased my nipples. Gradually, he
began to kiss a trail of kisses down my stomach, then gently he moved my
panties aside exposing my clittie. I began to resist slightly but he rubbed
my stomach gently and purred "That's ok, sweetheart I'm here for you."
He began by sucking gently on the tip of my clittie, never taking more than
the head in. His tongue was massaging the underside of the helmet bringing
me to new heights of ecstasy. God, it was heavenly! As his tongue was
licking the underside of my clitte, the sensation was building, a feeling
that I have never felt before! It seemed to build so slowly, I was beside
myself with this mysterious new passion. My hips were rocking gently, my
toes were twitching, I could hear my self crying out "Ah, ah, ah, ahhh,
Oh^Å¡"
Gradually, an oh-so-slow-motion orgasm rose from deep within me and rather
than explode with gushes, it poured out into his waiting mouth in a steady
stream of relief! Finally at last it began to throb and pump my life's
juices into his mouth. I was paralyzed with lust. I was tingling like I was
being tickled with a thousand feathers. Never in my life have I experience
such heights of passion!
I didn't know what to do or what to think. I was so vulnerable now, and he
knew it. He knew he had me in the palm of his hand, and that he had won my
trust. He held my clittie in his mouth as I came down off this new high. I
believe I just had the most special feminine orgasm delivered to my body by
this most perfect lover.
Gradually, he moved his lips to mine and poured my seed into my mouth and
kissed me again. I accepted his gift with joy.
As we intermixed our juices, he stayed on top of me. I have never quite
felt so truly feminine before. I was so enchanted to have him laying on me
as if to ensure that I knew my place in our relationship. It seemed so
natural for me to accept my man's gestures as I really saw no inclination
at the moment for any other thoughts to creep in and interrupt my most
perfect bliss!
Hmmm^ŷell enough about me! I just remembered he hasn't cum yet! That means
he is still hot! I had better turn up my fire and do my duty. After all, a
good girl is not done until his man has climaxed, too! Oh what a wifely
little tart I've become! I love it!
"Oh, baby. That was wonderful!" I mewed. "What can I do to be a better
lover for you? I want you to keep me around, you know!"
"I would like you to be my full-time girl! You seem to be part way there,
and I am loving it! You are perfect for me!" He said.
"Hmm, I like what I'm hearing! I mean, are we a couple? Like I am your
girlfriend and you are my boyfriend?" I asked. (Sounding dense, I think).
"Yes, I like that idea! Would you like to get dressed up and go shopping
tomorrow at the mall?"
"I don't think I can pass that well. I'll get nervous!"
"Don't be. You just do your hair and makeup perfectly, and wear your cute
yellow shorts and a sexy sweater and we'll be fine! Try a bra and see how
that fills out the top, ok? "
I never really considered the effort needed to do a real passable
remake. But like a good little girl, I replied, "Ok, I trust you. But if I
blow it and we get embarrassed, remember I tried to talk you out of it!" I
said.
"You'll do fine, now come in and lie down with me!" He said, patting the
bed.
It was a wonderfully odd feeling getting into bed with Gary since we had
sex. I had never been in bed with anyone ever, except maybe my mother when
I was a six year old. I slipped in to bed trying to be as elegant and
slinky as I could be. Gary reached over and kissed me on the lips,
"Goodnight sweetheart." He said.
"Goodnight lover." I replied as I smoothed my baby doll down and adjusted
my panties and wiggled my little boobies to get comfortable.
Oh the dreams I had that night!
All too soon I woke up to a little daybreak filtering in through the
window. I got up to brush my teeth and re-do my makeup and get "prepared"
should Gary wake up with lust on his mind! I think I really like
anticipating what my man will want. It seems so "right." It just isn't
about me anymore. It's about him. It's about us. How strange. I can't
believe I am getting into this so easily! While I'm frittering along, Gary
taps at the door, "Are you about done, baby?"
"Just finishing up, honey!" I replied as I exited the bathroom.
"Wow, you look great! Let me clean up too and I'll join you back in the
bed!"
I'm thinking, "Well, he sure is confident. Does he just think I'm going to
just jump into bed with him because he thinks it is a good idea?" As I slip
into bed I think to myself, "Really! We must have a chat about assuming I'm
ready to be bedded just because 'his maleness' is near!"
Gary comes out of the bathroom sporting a major hard - on! Christ! I can't
believe my eyes! I'm spellbound! Butterflies are beginning to flit around
inside my stomach! Cripes! My little clittie is beginning to stir. My
shoulder angles are taunting me "Go ahead and complain. Are you his girl or
aren't you? You like being 'her girlness' don't you, you pussy!" I'm
beginning to pant, my lips are getting parched, my heart is racing. Oh yeah
baby! We'll talk later!
Gary slips into bed and says "Hi there, sweetie! Is there room for me too?"
"Of course, honey. There is always room for you, lover!"
He reaches over and kisses me gently on the lips as his hand gently
caresses my stomach under the frilly fabric. He runs his hand down over my
panties across my boy clittie, which is now rising in interest. Gently he
brushes over the sensitive skin of my clittie, slowly and softly. He gently
works his tongue in my mouth as I open a little to receive him and suck on
it as I would a little dick. His breathing is harder as he moves to nibble
on my earlobes, and put tender kisses on my neck.
As his kisses move lower he begins to suckle at my titties sending me into
a spin of euphoria. As I arch my back to allow him better access to my
breasts, he slips off my panties ever so slowly. As he suckles, his other
hand is rolling my other nipple driving me insane with passion. Gradually,
he moves his hand and gently massages the little rosebud of my boy pussy
with something cool and slippery.
"Are you my girl, sweetie?" He asks.
"Of course, baby." I whisper nervously.
I begin to worry what is going to happen next. I am getting scared. I'm
thinking "Oh God, am I really up to this? Shit! Is he going to want to do
what I think he wants to do? Can I possibly handle something that big
entering me? Maybe I should try to talk him out of it! God, what do I do
now?"
"Does that feel good, sweetie?" He asks.
"Um, I think so." I reply.
Gently he rubs my little rosebud with his finger, up and down slowly. I
begin to enjoy the sensation being delivered to my little virgin pussy, and
absent-mindedly begin to gently move my hips to his tempo. Gradually, his
finger slowly slips its way in and he teases my pussy in a circular motion,
as he kisses my neck and suckles my earlobe. I'm feeling heavenly. Gently,
he inserts a second finger next to the first and continues to very gently
tease it into me like the first one. I continue to rock my hips as he moves
his fingers in and out. He applies more lube and gently works another
finger into my pussy.
"Are you OK, honey?"
"Oh, yes. Please don't stop, but go slowly lover. I've never made love with
anyone else before you."
As he removes and reintroduces his fingers into my pussy I am feeling
great. I am forcing my hips back to him to receive his probing. I can feel
my pussy stretching, getting looser. I am panting in lust as he brushes my
prostate. I feel like he could park a truck in there! What little pain
there was is gone and replaced with a curiously delightful feeling.
Gary rolls over onto his knees and bends down and kisses me. He puts a
pillow under my hips, and puts my legs on his shoulders, and kisses the
sensitive inner flesh of my thighs, and behind my knees. Gently, he teases
his cock against my little pussy lips, driving me crazy! Suddenly, he
begins to enter me, just a little, and I open my eyes in shock, suddenly
realizing an important fact of life: I had better accept the fact that I am
here for him as his lover, and must do whatever he asks of me. He will
never hurt me, it is just not his way. The sooner I surrender, the sooner I
will be complete! I just hope he will be gentle with this shy virgin!"
Gary is looking down at me, looking into my eyes as he teases my hole with
his cock. As he enters me farther, he slows progress and begins to rock in
and out just a little. Each time he enters me a little more as I rock my
hips and try to open my self more to receive him. Finally I feel the head
slowly going in and out, preparing me for penetration. Then gradually, more
and more of his cock is making it's way inside me as he gently enters and
retreats. I am beside myself with lust! He leans down and kisses me again,
"Are you still ok, honey?" He asks.
"Oh yes, oh God yes! I want you so bad!"
With just a little more thrusting, Gary is fully inside me. He pauses to
let me adjust to his size and the euphoria I feel being taken for the first
time. His cock is rocking in and out as I thrust to meet him. He begins to
pick up speed as he thrusts into me! I can feel his balls banging against
me! I am in heaven! He is pounding into me like a rabid wolf! The feelings
I am experiencing are incredible!
I feel my juices rising within me as he pounds into me harder and
faster. The upward tilt of his penis is rubbing me in all of the right
places; I am oozing come all over me! I am close to an orgasm! His
breathing is getting more ragged, he is sweating! Finally, his rhythm
changes and he stiffens up and I feel him pulsing inside me, sending
torrents of his seed deep within me. He reaches down and with the tiniest
of touches to my clittie, I began to gush my load onto my stomach. He lays
back down on me, our fingers still intertwined while he continues to kiss
me as we begin to slowly come down.
Minutes later he says. "Roll over for me, sweetie."
I do as he says and lay face down. He gets back on top of me and slips his
still hard dick back into my pussy.
As he holds my hands in his, I feel his gentle breath on my neck. As he
lies on top of me I realize that all of my needs have been met. If I am
willing to give of myself in order to receive that which he offers, I will
have a delightful role in this life as Gary's girl. Quietly, I say a little
prayer thanking God for delivering me into the arms of this man. I drift
off to sleep, protecting his offering deep inside me with a grateful smile
on my face and glee in my heart.
Well,I can't lay here all day and dream! I feel so good, so loved, so
ravished. My smile is touching the pillow on both sides! I'm laying here
daydreaming about my deflowering this morning. Inside me lives my lover's
DNA, looking for a life to create. (Nice try little spermies, but you won't
find it there!) I can still feel the gentle purring of my boy pussy from
last night. Somehow it really feels different. Somehow I really feel
different. Somehow I know my life has changed.
Well, it's time to get my butt out bed and get ready to go shopping with
Gary. He wants me to dress totally girly today. I really need to carefully
figure this out. Wow, what have I stumbled into!
Well, I drew myself a nice hot bath in the master bath which I will label
"ours" now. I reshaved everywhere and gently dried myself off applied some
lotion to my body and stood in front of the mirror, thinking. I'm really
lucky to have a lot of my mother's features. I have slender arms and
shoulders due to my complete indifference to athletics. My butt is a little
wide for a guy, but that's ok with me! I actually have a little bust line
if I use my imagination. It's a good thing I don't have a more masculine
chest like Gary, or my boobs would be 4" apart. Talk about cleavage!
I feel so heavenly being wanted. I've never felt the need to please anyone
else but myself since I don't know when. I've never been a "we" before!
I carefully shaped and thinned my eyebrows, giving them a nice little arch
at the upper corners, got rid of the wayward hairs that take away the
sharpness that looks so pretty. I curled my eyelashes and added mascara to
lengthen them like before. (that really made a difference!) I outlined my
eyelids with bluish gray, and then added a lighter highlight on the upper
lids, and flesh tones below... very fetching I think! A little blush on the
cheeks, followed by some peach lipstick.
As I look at my hair I decide I'll stick with the curly style that I wore
when I met Gary, but I'll poof it up a bit and roll the bangs with my
curling iron to look more feminine. He seemed to like it yesterday, he'll
love it with a few new touches. I'll do a peach color for my fingernails
and toenails. I'll add some yellow racing stripes to my toenails. I think
Gary really likes my feet! I certainly don't want to discourage him!
Well, lets see... I'll wear my white shorts and off white button-up
sweater. I've got a white bra with a B cup that I can partly fill with me,
so I'll add that with some padding in the bottoms to push "me" up and out a
little. (I really have quite a bit of boobies for no hormone help. Thanks
mom!). Ok, this seems to be working, so far. I'll try my orange flowered
sandals and my new toe rings, especially the one with the anklet Gary
bought me. I also have a set of thin gold and silver bracelets to match my
belt and earrings. Thankfully, I have the small feminine hands of my
mother. Some dangly earrings should do the trick. I'm surprised I have
accumulated so much "stuff" in my adventures.
Well now. What kind of undies shall I wear. I didn't get much of a clue
from Gary yesterday as to what he likes me in, since they wound up on the
floor so quickly, so I need to experiment. White shorts are pretty see
through, so I better go with the thong. I hope we don't walk too much. The
rubbing of it on my boypussy will start getting to me! All I'll be able to
think about is sex with Gary! Hmmm...an appealing thought!
Well shit, a shot of perfume and here goes...
I walk out of the bedroom to find Gary sitting at the kitchen table eating
a croissant.
"Hi sweetie! You look wonderful!" As he gets up and gives me hug and a peck
on the lips. (Geeze, is this guy hard all of the time?)
"Thank You, lover." I cooed.
As he starts kissing my neck (and turning me on again), I ask him cutely
"Honey, weren't we going somewhere?" (before it is too late!)
"Yea, let's go to the mall. I'd like to help you shop, if you don't mind?"
Oh great. I hope I remembered everything. I'm scared to death. I've never
been this "out" before! My prior experiences have all been unisex,
androgynous, semi-feminine styles. Typical of my half-way lifestyle up
until I met Gary who seems to be providing me with a powerful incentive to
please him. It's a feeling I've never felt until now. I've never before
felt a serious need to please anyone before and now I'm tripping all over
myself to look good and please Gary. I wonder why I've changed?
We hop into his car and away we go, his hand on top of mine most of the
way, and on my thigh the rest. And a little higher when the big trucks go
by, giving them a well deserved thrill! If they only knew...
First stop at the mall is Macy's. Gary guides me to the make-up counter. He
asks the girl if she would experiment a little with my make-up and do an
"update". The girl smiles coyly at me.
"How are you today, miss. May I help you?"
I'm petrified. She knows!
Gary jumps in and says, "We're both really fine. My wife was wondering if
you would experiment with her make up, maybe help her find another
style. Would you do that?"
"Sure. I'd love to!" she replies.
I'm thinking, did I hear him say "Wife"? Well, that's interesting.
She sits me in a chair a little off the beaten path and starts getting her
stuff ready. Gary was near by hovering uneasily.
"Sir" she replied to Gary, "This will take a little while, and we could use
a little little more privacy if you wouldn't mind."
The look on Gary's face was priceless! I winked at him as he moved away to
busy himself elsewhere! You go girl!
"Hi there again, my name is Ann. What's yours?" she asked.
"Chris" I replied.
"Have you been married long?"
"Just a couple of months"
"OK, practically newlyweds!"
"Well, I going to make you even more beautiful than you are now! Your hubby
will love it!"
She starts by scrubbing my face with cold cream to remove my other make up,
and then applies a light layer of foundation. "You seem to have a little
coarse hair on your face that can be dealt with if you want." she replies.
"Oh, oh". Im thinking. "Busted!"
"You should consider some hormone treatments to help with that, plus they
will add to your bosom, too. We can't all be Pam Anderson, I guess. I've
got sources if you need some help with that." she says cheerfully.
How in the world did she know that? Oh, she's looking down and can see
inside my bra. Chripes! Well, she seems friendly enough. I guess this is
the secret "girl - stuff" I've heard about. Hmmm, interesting.
She decided to move me into lighter makeup, with lighter eyeliner and
lighter blush. She explained that my dark eyeliner made my eyes seem deeper
in my face, and a lighter color would be better. She chose another peach
shade of lipstick only a more shimmery variety, then she outlined my lips
with a brush with a darker shade of peach. (That tickles!) She complimented
me on my eyelashes, said they were sexy! Lightening me up she said was a
good idea now that I was married and didn't have as much to prove as
before.
I wonder what she meant by that?
She showed me myself in a mirror, and I was shocked an my new appearance! I
looked younger and more "middle class" sexy, if you get my drift. When she
asked my if I liked it I blushed and told her I loved it, and she put each
item she used in a bag for me.
She whispered in my ear, "Just let him pay for it. Most men don't ask too
many questions about stuff like this. But I'd be out shopping when he gets
the bill!" she giggled.
Wise beyond her years, she was. Gary picked it up an paid for it without
even glancing at the price: $88.00!
"Bye sweetie, hope to see you again soon!" Ann replied. "Oh, I almost
forgot. Here's my card if you would like some help with what we talked
about." Gary stood there observing, blankly. I never knew us girls talked
in code. Interesting.
Gary and I continued wandering around the store looking at cutsie
lingerie. I'd steal glances at myself in whatever mirror I could find. He
would hold stuff up against me and I'd blush and giggle, my boy-clittie
began to join in the fun as we wondered around in the women's department.
"Here, how about trying on this skirt and blouse together?"
It was a plaid Brittany Spears type Catholic school mid-thigh skirt and
white blouse that tied at the bottom just like in the video! I'm thinking,
"This will be just fine at home for play time!" Yea, right.
Gary takes me by the hand and guides me into the dressing room and quickly
closes the door with both of us inside.
"Gary" I squeaked, "Were going to get in trouble!"
"Shhhh!" As he pulls me toward him and carefully kisses my fresh, expertly
applied lipstick. He starts lifting up my sweater to remove it, so I start
cooperating and begin unbuttoning my shorts.
Gary starts to roll down my thong, and I freeze!
"Hush, sweetie" he whispers. "You are starting to show!"
He quickly puts his magnificent lips on my rising little clittie, capturing
me in freeze-frame, and just like before, he is sucking only on the helmet
part... I begin to lose myself in ecstasy. In seconds, I'm panting, getting
flushed, red as a beet! I'm leaning against the wall of the enclosure...Oh
God...He licks the underside slowly, as we carefully moves his lips and
tongue over the head. Oh my God, it feels heavenly! I'm having goosebumps
over my entire body, inside and out!
My head begins to spin, my heart is beating 1000 beats a minute, I'm
sweating... "Uh, uh, uh" I mew, "Ahhha...ahhha..." I whisper as get tickles
the underside of the helmet with his tongue. My toes are curled up and my
hands are clenched into tiny fists as I feel waves of wondrous agony
washing over me from my head to my toes as I bite my lip trying not to
scream! I try to hold back but I rapidly lose myself and release my seed in
a slow, steady stream into Gary's mouth with nary a pulse to betray my
fading maleness! He holds my clittie in his mouth as I slowly regain my
senses. Then he moves up and kisses me, and I open up my mouth and receive
his gift.
"Ohhh...honey!" I moan with the last of my breath as Gary holds me close.
As Gary holds me, he give me a final kiss and a smile. "Shall we?"
"Do we have to?" I whine.
I put on the skirt and blouse and knot it in front per Brittany style, give
him a wink and Gary opens the door and I model it outside for him, giving
myself a little twirl.
Teasingly I flip up the rear of the skirt to flash Gary my thong undies,
and "Do'h!".
The clerk, Mrs. Bitchmore, is looking over her '60's glasses at me like I'm
some kind of specimen. "It looks good on you, dear" she croaks.
Gary says, "We'll take it, and she'd like to wear it home."
"She would?" I'm thinking.
I guess the loss of part of one's self is part of being in love. It must be
part of nature's plan. I find myself having nothing to say when Gary makes
a decision for me. I just go along, sweetly, as if I don't have a thought
in my head about anything but Gary. It seems all of my choices in life have
flowed over to Gary, as I follow his lead like a love-struck puppy!
"Gary, I need to go to the bathroom!"
"Ok, I know where one is, but come here, I need to tell you something."
"When you go in buy a Tampax, OK?" he whispers into my ear.
"What?" I ask.
"Just trust me." He says.
I hover by the rest room for a few seconds hoping no one goes in. When I
felt the coast was clear, I went in and slipped into the stall.
"What a strange feeling" I'm thinking as I lift up my skirt and pull down
my panties and get into "the zone"... Ahaaa, this peeing sitting down is
ok! So much less concentration required. It gives me time to think about
Gary and my pussy and how far we have come in such a short time. I reflect
on what brought up together and how magical our relationship has been so
far. This little respite also gave me a little time to relive our
lovemaking and how special it made me feel! Before I met Gary, I'd be a
little down after a climax, but that's not happening this time. I can
hardly wait to get home for more!
When I was done I got out and found the Tampax machine and put in my
quarters and stuck it in the hem of my skirt,
"Finally!" Gary says. "I thought you fell in!"
"Whatever" I reply, absently.
"Did you buy what I asked you to get?"
"Yes, dear." I replied dutifully as I handed it to him and he slipped it
into his pocket. I wonder what that was about?
Next we wandered over to Sears, into the nylons and things. "I would like
to see some of these seamed nylons on you, ok baby?" as he finds some black
ones that will go with my short Catholic school skirt.
"Ok honey, if you want me to!" I replied.
He pays for them, and the girl asks me if I'd like a Sears charge card and
save 15%. "Sure" I replied. Then I realized I can't fill it out right
now. Can I? The hell with it, give me a pen! Naw, I'll do it another time
when I'm alone. I'm with Gary today and besides, I don't want her hitting
on him while I'm busy filling the thing out!
"Keep your cute little sales clerk eyes straight ahead, bitch!" I'm
thinking to myself.
I asked the sales girl if I could put them on here and she smiled and gave
me the key to the dressing room. Gary followed me like a little boy with
his mother in to this "Unfamiliar Territory". I think I'm getting the hang
of this stuff!
We find a stall with a full length door, and he kind of slips me and him
into it, and starts kissing me again! My heart is throbbing again with the
all of this attention from my guy. As we embrace, Gary quickly starts to
roll down my thong and begins rubbing my ass, making my stomach start
fluttering again! Soon his finger is rubbing over my clenched little pussy
as it begins to betray me with a mind of it's own. As he gently rubs my
slot, it begins twitching against his finger.
He turns me around and starts rubbing his manhood up and down the crack of
my boy-pussy, lubing it up with saliva and his usual copious amounts of pre
cum.
"Gary, no!" I whisper!
"It's ok sweetie, it's just you and me!" He says as I begin to feel the
head rubbing searching up and down my boy pussy looking for the "soft
spot", as he massages my naked hips and works his hands under my bra to
caress my rock hard nipples.
"Oh honey, I love you so much!" He coos, knowing I'm melting into his touch
and have zero self control when he lays the love talk on me!
He gently, and purposefully finds my entrance and gently pushes in and out
a little at a time, remembering that this morning was my first time. Then
slowly a little more in gently, a little more out, in again farther this
time! I feel his pubic hair tickling up against me.
"Oh my God! He's all the way in!" I'm thinking as I giggle inside!
It was painless, thank you God! He begins to gently fuck my little pussy as
I try to match his rythm in these close quarers! My hands are on the
changing bench and I'm trying not to let my head go "thump, thump, thump"
against the changing room wall! I grip Gary's dick with my pussy muscles as
he pushes and pulls in and out, working for his prize. I see the hair
standing up on my arms, and I feel waves of tingles wash over me from the
top of my head all the way to my toes! My skin is tingling so much I feel
like I'm being tickled all over! Gary moves his hands to my nipples and
gently rolls them in his fingers, as I feel his warm breath on my
neck. Gary is working himself in and out of my pussy with renewed vigor, as
his breathing gets more and more desparate. It's way too soon that I feel
his breathing change into desparate panting! I feel him getting larger and
harder still, and then finally begin pulsing and delivering his precious
seed into my body! Still slowly stroking in and out, he begins to soften as
I squeeze my pussy trying to keep his manhood in my body and squeeze out
the last drop of his essence.
Sadly, he softens and I begin to slowly lose my grip on my lover as he
gently slips away. I'm so satisfied, and so filled, yet I feel like
crying...
"Here honey, let me put this in" he says as he wets the Tampax in his mouth
and slides it gently into my loose, wet, freshly fucked pussy! "Damn, that
was too quick" I was thinking...
Gary helps me get re-assembled, and we casually sneak out of the dressing
room. My cheeks are on fire - I'm kidding no one! My treasure has just been
royally plundered by Gary's one eyed pirate!
"Gary, can we go home now?" I whine.
"Sure baby, but lets check you out first." Gary looks me over and has me
adjust the seams on my stockings so they are straight. He moves my skirt
over so it lines up, adjusts my blouse and then adjusts the knot so it is a
little higher on my midriff. He points to the big wall mirror so I can see
myself, and then takes me in his arms and gives me a kiss and a loving
hug. My eyes begin to run with tears and I sob softly, Gary whispers in my
ear "Have I told you I love you today, sweetie?"...
And we leave the store hand in hand!
Chapter 2
Finally! Home at last.
"Gary, would you like a sandwich, honey?"
"Ok, If you'll join me"
We gobble up our sandwiches and Gary announces that it is nap time, and not
a minute too soon. I'm beat.
I take off my nylons, skirt and blouse and join Gary on the bed with only
my bra and panties on. I put my arm over Gary and snuggle close to his
back. He turns around and leans over and nuzzles and kisses my ear, as his
hand begins rubbing my nipples through my bra.
"Let's take this off, shall we?" As he reaches under me and unhooks my bra.
He begins to massage my boobies and roll the nipples in his fingers, and
then gently begins to suckle on them, moaning gently. Soon my heart is
beating rapidly, and my hips begin to undulate anticipating the through
fucking to come. Too soon, too soon...
"Ummm, I love your boobies sweetheart." as he kisses and suckles at them.
I need a break!
"Gary" I whisper, "The girl at the make up place said there is a way to
make them bigger if you want me to. She has a friend that can get some
pills that will help."
"No baby, that stuff is all snake oil and a waste of money."
"No, not this stuff. She says it's the real deal!"
"Really? Why do you want bigger boobs?"
"I want them because you like them. I know you do. I see you looking at
other girls sometimes."
"I'm not sure that is a good idea."
"Please Gary, can't I try it for a little while just to see? Pleeeease?"
"How long is a little while? And what's wrong with going to a doctor?"
"I don't want to go all the way, just "test the waters" a little. You still
want me to get hard, don't you sweetie? If I go to a doctor, I won't get
hard anymore."
"If you're serious about this, fine. I'll let you try it for three months,
but promise me you will stop if I tell you too or if you start feeling
something you shouldn't. That shit isn't M & M's!"
"Thank you, sweetie! I'll be careful!" as I give Gary a big jucy kiss as I
crawl on top of him!
Quickly, I unbutton his boxers and frantically pull them down and
off. Gary's eye's are full of laughter and surprise as I pull my thong off
and toss it on the floor! I'm a wanton boy-woman!
Damn, he's hard as a rock already! What did I do to deserve a man like
this? I move my head down and engulf his cock and begin sucking and
tonguing his penis. I move myself up and begin to impale my self on his
rod... "Oh, shit! The tampax!"
"Gary, stay right there and don't move, please!" I plead.
I go into the bathroom and remove the cork, and lube myself up with lotion,
stretching my pussy a little for insurance.
"Christ, I'm thinking to myself, this girl stuff is so freaking
complicated!"
I slither back into bed right into Gary's arms, and begin kissing him. I
kiss my way down begin sucking his cock again, and move back up again into
position, and slide his cock back into my eagerly waiting pussy. I lift
myself up and down on his cock, matching his rythm as he begins his
motion. He reaches up and plays with my nipples, driving me to the
edge. The gentle slope of his penis rubbing my prostate and driving me
crazier with sensations! It's going to happen this time! It has to!
Gary is less quick this time since we did it once already today, and I'm
able to fuck myself silly. I'm screaming inside with ecstasy! I feel Gary
getting harder and thrusting into my pussy in rhythm with my strokes. My
entire body is alive with tickling inside and out! My toes are clenched
tightly, as my pussy squeezes him in rythm to his thrusting. His up sloped
tool is just perfect for rubbing my prostate in just the perfect
motion. "Oh, please, please...Yes!" I thinking to myself as my orgasm
builds. Suddenly, I begin to come all over Gary as he lets loose another
torrent of sperm into my pussy! I lay myself gently back down into Gary's
waiting arms, and kiss his wonderful sweet, gorgeous, loveable lips. As he
softens, he gently slides out of his sweetie, his duty done. For the first
time in my life, I came all by myself!
Quickly, I retreat into the bathroom and find another Tampax under the sink
and put it in to preserve his juices inside me. Nothing of Gary must go to
waste! I put some panties on and slithered back into the arms of my lover.
And then we slept.
Chapter 3
While Gary was still sleeping I rummaged around and found the Macy's girl's
card with her phone number. My fingers were trembling as I was dialing.
"Hello" a voice answered.
"Hi, is this Ann?"
"Yes, who's this?"
"It's Chris. You did my make up this morning and said you could offer me
some help."
"Oh, yes I remember. I called my sister and she said she can get what you
need if you decide to go for it."
"I'd like to try it. How do I get it from you?"
"Come back to Macy's with $100.00 and I'll have it ready for you this
afternoon."
"Chris honey, will you take me back to Macy's so I can get something?"
"Sure baby. Is it what I think it is?"
"Yep. And I need a hundred dollars." I replied.
"If you say so sweetie..."
So off we went to Macy's. I asked Gary to wait in the car, while I ran in
and found Ann.
"Here's the deal: take one half of a pill once in the morning and once
before bed. Your facial hair will grow less, and as a side benefit, your
boobs may grow a little, and it will work wonders for your skin. If
something isn't right stop taking it right away!"
"Ok." I replied quickly.
As soon as I could find a drinking fountain I took my first pill.
As the days wore on and my relationship with Gary became more and more
intense, at the same time it became more routine. I began to notice some
subtle changes. My facial hair did gradually get finer and more downey, and
I started gaining weight, especially in the hips. Gary still had no
problems getting me hard, and I found myself more drawn to him than ever
before. But I had to start watching what I eat to keep from getting fat!
I found my self less inspired to touch Gary intimately, yet I craved his
touch even more than before. I think he sensed this, as he seemed to always
be ready with a caress. When he'd playfully slip his hands in my panties to
massage my butt, I'd melt in his arms and tingle all over! Whatever this
stuff was doing, I loved it!
Gary loved to suckle at by boobies, and I began to notice the feeling was
getting more and more intense, and getting me more and more aroused.
Finally, after about four months I could completely fill out a B cup bra
with all me! My nipples were always tender from Gary's constant attention,
and my boypussy was more easily offered to him when he was near. I noticed
that even though I wanted to have sex, my "horniness" had changed to a
smooth, sensual awakening that overtook my body when Gary was aroused and
sought attention. He would always lean over and kiss me on the earlobe,
working his way to my neck and beyond. Never rushing, always sensual and
aware of my need to warm up more slowly now. I was more nervous with his
penetration, as gentle as he was, and required more foreplay to get into
the "zone" than before. It seems like the order of importance of some
things has changed and I am having trouble deciphering it all, but it all
seems quite normal to me somehow.
Gary solved this "foreplay problem" by lovingly massaging my body with
lotion. Now that I was looking more womanly, I didn't feel the need to wear
as much lingerie to bed, especially since my body was developing quite
nicely. My buttocks were getting really fleshy. Fleshy, but not really fat,
as it dawned on me that they were more like a girl's. It seemed that Gary's
touch was more necessary than before to get me turned on, whereas before I
was more eager for sex than I was for intimate contact. I found that I have
less desire to simply let a climax flow, but instead I feel more urgency in
knowing that Gary had come and was satisfied with me. I still longed to be
desired and mounted, and sexually overpowered, but in a more sensual
way. Things were definitely changing, and they weren't all bad!
My muscle tone, what there was of it, was much less and was making me more
limber and able to shape myself more easily into Gary's positions for
kisses on the couch, and gropes in the car! We seemed to fit together
better, I guess because I was "softer". I was a lot more ticklish than
before, and my skin would tingle much more than before when I was turned on
or we had sex. My orgasms were preceded by an over all ticklish feeling in
my pelvis area expanding over my body all the way to my forehead. It was
like a long, intense tingling combined with my old orgasm that didn't quite
go all the way - and it felt great! When I did finally come, it was long
and slow just like Gary had trained me by sucking just the tip of my
weenie. I still came in a stream of cum, with a little spurt at the end for
good measure. It was definitely different that it used to be before I
started on the pills.
I seemed to have as much passion as before, but it was quieter and less
forceful, but much more intense and hugely gratifying at the same time. I
found myself quieting myself during my orgasms as if to keep our "secret"
from prying ears where there were none.
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