Erotica Stories

Serving The Blackmons

I am a 21-year-old college student and a bisexual transvestite.  I had a course in abnormal psychology taught by a very attractive black professor named Mr. Blackmon.  I have had a fantasy for years of being a complete slut sex slave whore to a dominant black couple, so I wrote my term paper on that subject.  I was excited and scared when I handed it in and even more so 2 days later when Professor Blackmon asked me to come to his office.  He stated that my paper "was interesting and intriguing" and asked me about the research for it.  I blurted out that most was a fantasy of mine.  He asked me about my real experiences till then and I told him of my dressing and cock sucking at glory holes in adult stores.  He then commanded me to be at his hose the following evening at 6PM and to bring "my things".  I didn't sleep at all that night in anticipation and the following day was the longest of my life.  Finally the time arrived and I knocked on the door of his elegant suburban home!
.  A striking black woman of about 35 who invited me in answered the door.  She introduced herself as Kayla Blackmon and had me follow her into the living room.  Professor Blackmon was seated there and told me that my fantasy was about to become reality.  He explained that he and his wife would require my services on a regular basis and that those services would be very intimate.  He stated that I was their property and they would use me as they saw fit.  I meekly agreed and was led upstairs by Mrs. Blackmon.  She had me shower and shave thoroughly and when she was satisfied proceeded to dress me.  She started with a black with red lace corset, which she laced tightly to bring my waist in.  She attached black back seamed nylons to the 8 garter tabs on the corset.  Next she glued realistic breast forms on and pulled the corsets bra cups over them.  She told me they were 38C and they felt heavy on me.  She then had me step into full cut red satin panties and put on red s!
Pike heeled pumps with 5-inch heels, explaining that I would get used to walking in them.  This must have made her horny, because at this point she stopped and removed her blouse and black bra, revealing the loveliest pair of breast I have ever seen.  She commanded me to suck her hard nipples and then she lay back on the bed and removed her skirt revealing a moist slit framed by a black garter belt.  She simply pointed a finger and I started to suck her off.  After about 15 minutes she reached a tremendous orgasm and pushed me away.  She told me to clean my face and the she started to make me up.  She explained that her husband liked a real slutty look and she put heavy make up on my eyes and cheeks, along with long false eyelashes.  Next she put several heavy coatings of a whorish bright red lipstick on my mouth and told me I would be sucking a lot of hard black cock soon.  My own cock was rock hard in anticipation.  She added dangling hoop earrings and false inch long fin!
Her nails, painted the same red as my lipstick.  She then placed a big haired blonde wig on my head and told me to follow her.  I swished after her and re-entered the living room.  Professor Blackmon was wearing a dressing robe and looked me over from head to toe.  He said, "Come here slut and kneel before your Master".  I did as I was instructed and he parted his robe to reveal to me the most beautiful cock I have ever seen.  It had to be 10 inches long and was as thick as a beer can.  The black cock was hard as a rock and I was mesmerized.  "Start sucking you sissy faggot and you better do a good job” When my lips touched that wonderful organ I nearly came in my panties.  My fantasy was coming true. 

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Cross-dress 

When I was thirteen years old, I went to stay at my cousin's house while my mother and aunt went away for a "mini vacation." It was the fourth of July weekend and I was going to spend some time with two cousins whom I hadn't seen in almost a year since they lived so far away. Tony was my age and Jill, his sister was eighteen. While our mothers were away, she was going to "babysit" for us. Mom and I arrived on Friday afternoon and then she and my aunt left about half an hour later. Jill told us we could play inside until dinner so we went to Tony's room. We played with some of his toys for a while and got bored and started horsing around. It didn't take long before it got out of hand and while running through the house we tackled each other and fell into a lamp and broke it. Jill was furious. She told us that we were just too wild and needed to be taught how to behave properly. She said she had a way to do this and ordered us back into Tony's room. Jill told us that she wanted us to take a bath before dinner and that we were to take our clothes off and get in the tub. While we undressed, she prepared a scented bubble bath for us. When I saw that I said "No way," but she said if we didn't get in right away, she would give us both a good spanking. We both decided the bath would be a better idea. Jill left us to wash ourselves. When she came back, she checked to make sure we had done a good job and then told us to dry off and go back to Tony's room to get dressed. When we got there, laid out on the bed were two dresses and a collection of girl's underwear. She told us that while Tony and I were in the tub, she went back into Tony's room and put all of our clothes into his closet and locked the door. "I hid the key where you won't find it" she said, and told us that since we couldn't behave properly as boys, for the rest of the weekend we would learn to behave as "proper young ladies" and would wear dresses and skirts instead of pants. Tony and I protested vigorously, but to no avail. Jill instructed us in how to put on the panties, tights, slips, and dresses and helped us with our zippers which were on the back. Once we were dressed, Jill took us into her room. Starting with Tony, she first rolled his long hair up in curlers and then polished his fingernails a bright pink color. Then she started making up his face with eye-shadow, eye-liner, mascara, blush, and a bright pink lipstick to match his nails. While he was put under a hair dryer, I was given the same treatment. Both of us had almost shoulder length hair and Jill was able to create a very pretty feminine style with it. When Jill was done with my face, Tony's hair was done so she combed it out and put me under the dryer. While waiting for my hair to dry, She found us both shoes with two inch heels. These she said would teach us to be more careful when we walked so we wouldn't bump into things. Once my hair was done, she had us stand in front of a mirror and look at our new looks. She told us that for the rest of the weekend this was how we would look, so we'd better get used to it. Then she taught us how to walk like a girl and how to sit in a skirt. She also taught us how to move like a girl, instead of as a boy. By this time, we were all getting hungry and Jill said that since she spent so much time making us "presentable," she didn't have time to cook anything for dinner. She decided that we would go out to eat instead. We pleaded with her not to make us go out this way, but she said she was hungry and we were going out to eat and that was that. We went to a diner and when the waitress came over to our table, she complimented Jill on what she thought were her two very pretty daughters. Mercifully, Jill did not reveal our secret. All through the meal Jill coached us on our table manners and reminded us that we were to act as ladies at all times, otherwise she would tell everybody what we really were. Afterward, we went back to the house and Jill told us we could watch some TV, after we got dressed for bed. She helped us out of our clothes and make-up, put our hair up in rollers again and gave us both nightgowns, robes, and slippers to wear. When we went to bed, she told us to get a good night's sleep, since we had a busy day ahead. The next morning, we got up and this time, Jill set out some leotards and tights for us to wear. She said that we were going to join her at her dance class. She also gave us skirts and blouses to wear over them as cover-ups for the trip there and back. We also were given the same high heels again and after a light breakfast, Jill took us to the dance studio. She introduced us to the instructor and the other girls as "Toni" and "Joanie." (My real name was John, but everyone called me Johnny.) We were supposed to be her nieces, and were visiting for the weekend. Tony and I didn't have the experience or ability of the other girls, but we tried real hard since Jill repeated her threat to tell everyone our true story. We were accepted as girls by the others there and Jill was satisfied. After class, we went back to the house and Jill told us that we were going to the beach for the afternoon. She got us out girl's swimsuits and terry coverups to wear and told us to change. We were both afraid that our disguise wouldn't hold up in these outfits, but Jill said we were going to an area that was rather private and didn't have too many people there. We had a wonderful afternoon at the beach, swimming and playing on the beach while Jill caught up on her tan. Afterwards, we went home and bathed and got dressed up again in our pretty dresses for dinner. Saturday night we stayed home and watched TV and Jill gave us more instruction in how to behave properly as girls. Neither Tony or I liked the idea much, but the threat of our mothers finding out about how the lamp got broken, or about how we spent the weekend would be too much to handle. Jill said she would back give us a cover story about the lamp and the weekend and would back us on it if we behaved for the rest of the weekend. Sunday, it rained all day! The beach was out and Jill said we had to stay indoors. She told us to play with dolls. Dolls! We were getting a bit fed up with this and Jill said we could go to a movie matinee that afternoon. Since our mothers weren't expected back until late in the evening, we went in our dresses. However, when we got back to the house, there they were, waiting for us. They said that since it was raining, there wasn't much to do so they decided to get a head start on the traffic and take us out for dinner instead. Tony and I were both very embarrassed and Jill had to explain what happened and why Tony and I were standing there dressed as girls. When she told the story, our moms went into another room for a few minutes to talk. When they came back, instead of telling Jill to give us back our own clothes, they said that after thinking about it for a while, we looked rather cute as girls and maybe Jill had the right idea to correct our behavior after all. Jill's mom told her to get the closet key and give it to her. When she did, my mom told us that they had decided that we were going to spend the summer as girls so that we could learn some manners and gentler behavior. Jill was ecstatic but Tony and I both started screaming "No way!" and asked for our clothes back. It was to no avail as our mothers told us that bright and early Monday morning, we were going shopping for some new girl's clothes to wear for the rest of the summer. "In the meantime, we're hungry so let's get some supper," they said. Jill helped us freshen our make-up and off we went to the restaurant. The next morning, when we got up mothers saw to it that we were properly bathed and dressed. We wore bras stuffed with pantyhose, panties, slips, and dresses, again with the two inch heels. We went to the mall and the first stop we made was at the beauty salon. There we had our hair cut and permed in a girl's style. We also had facials done and our eyebrows were waxed to a very feminine shape. Then we spent the rest of the day trying on dresses, skirts, blouses, shoes, and lingerie. Our mothers told us that for the rest of the summer we would not be wearing any pants! We did get some coulottes and tennis skirts with panties built in, but that was as close to shorts as we got. Jill also told her mom about our trip to the dance class so we got our own leotards and tights as well, since both our moms agreed that we should enroll in the dance class too. Before we left the mall, we went to a jewelry shop. My aunt said she wanted to look at some earrings. When we got there, our moms started looking at some pierced earrings and my mom held a pair up to my ears and said "These should look very pretty on you." They decided that we should have our ears pierced. Tony and I tried to protest but again we were threatened with having our real gender revealed so we had to let them do it. Jill told us we would love wearing earrings after we got used to them, as the saleslady came over to do first mine, and then Tony's ears. We each got a pretty pair of starter earrings and also a pair of regular ones for when the piercing studs came out. While we were there, our moms ordered name necklaces for us, "Toni" for Tony and "Joanie" for me. This, they said, was so we could remember who we were and what we were supposed to be!  Back to top

A Day in the Life 

 I wake up early, with that same eagerness I had often felt as a child on Christmas morning. A light, tingly feeling bubbles up inside me, until I can scarcely contain it. I feel as if I have to do something with all this energy, or I will explode. Unable to think of anything else, I bounce out of bed and into the shower. The steaming water ca!esses my skin, adding an element of sensuality to my euphoria. I begin singing something I heard on the radio the other day, slightly off key, humming where I don't know the words. The song has a nice beat, and I can feel my pulse moving in time with it as I pick up a bar of soap and begin spreading creamy lather over my body; first one arm, then the other, followed by my shoulders and down to my breasts. My nipples are erect, poking comically through the soap, and the gentle abrasion of the washcloth makes them even stiffer. I cup one breast in my free hand, stroking the hard point with my thumb, and delighting in the slippery smoothness of it. I close my eyes, losing myself in a moment of private erotica. Slowly, more from gravity than any conscious thought of my own, my hand slips downward. It crosses my stomach easily, gliding like an ice skater over my frictionless skin, and comes to rest among soft, wet curls. I run my fingers idly through those curls for a few minutes, not seeking stimulation, simply enjoying the feel of them against my fingers. Gradually, however, my touch grows bolder and I slip my index finger between the warm, soapy folds. When I brush my clit, a thrill runs up my spine. I touch it again, more confidently this time, and rejoice in the little explosions it sparks. I begin rubbing it slowly, then increase the pace slightly. That same song I had been singing earlier is now running through my head, and I match my rhythm to it. I am feeling slightly dizzy, so I lean back against the cool tiled wall. My other hand has now joined its mate, and is exploring the deeper regions of my cunt. Faster and faster, my fingers dart in and out. I can feel the pressure mounting inside me with every heaving breath until it finally boils over. I thrust my fingers deep inside, then hold them there as shudders engulf them. The walls of my cunt grip my fingers tightly, pulsing aggressively, as sticky juices flood around them. The throbbing subsides slowly, replaced by a sensation of satisfied warmth and fullness, as I withdraw my fingers and rinse the remaining soap from my body. Refreshed from the shower, I vigorously towel myself dry and slip into the pink lace underwear and bra I know you like so well. My legs are tanned and clean-shaven, so I decide to forego stockings today. I seat myself at the dressing table in my room and brush out my long, blonde hair. It curls damply around my face, moist tendrils cascading over my shoulders and partway down my back. Leaning close to the mirror, I carefully apply a soft blush that makes my cheeks glow, and accent my blue eyes with blue-grey eye shadow. Mascara next, then eye liner and soft pink lip gloss. I scrutinize my reflection, pleased with what I see. A quick glance at the clock shows that it is only 7:30 - you won't arrive for another hour. Sighing, I pick up the hair dryer. Dry, my hair fans down my back in a golden cloud and curls around my face like an airy picture frame. I look at the clock again - 7:53 - open the closet, and debate silently over what to wear. I pull out a pale pink dress, holding it against myself as I turn toward the mirror, then shake my head and put it back. A blue skirt and flowered blouse follow, then a green dress and a black one. Impatiently, I rifle through the clothes and finally select awhite knit dress that clings intimately to my body, displaying my flat stomach and rounded hips nicely, while hinting at the hollow between my thighs. It leaves my arms bare, and the scooped neck reveals just a taste of cleavage. I add white pumps and a bit of jewelry, then smile at my image in the mirror. I know your tastes well, and am sure you will like it. Finally - 8:30. I listen eagerly for the doorbell, but it stubbornly doesn't ring. The clock ticks away the minutes, tick-tock, tick-tock, and still you aren't here. I should have known you'd be late - probably just to get even with me for all the times I've made you wait. I giggle at this touch of spite, knowing full well that you've looked forward to today as eagerly as I have. Finally, I hear your shoes clicking down the hall, and have the door open before you can knock. I greet you with a huge hug, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss. After a moment I step back, pulling you into the apartment, and close the door. "Happy birthday, Jacki!" I exclaim cheerfully. You have just turned 24, and we are going to spend the day celebrating, just as we have done for the past four years. I notice you eyeing me approvingly, and feel a soft, tingly glow build up inside me. Grabbing your hand, I lead you eagerly to the bedroom where I help you to undress. When I remove your levis, I gasp in mock horror. "Jacki! You didn't shave your legs this morning!" You look slightly embarrassed as you admit that you'd forgotten, but we both know it is all a sham - you just prefer having me shave them for you. Accordingly, I have already prepared a luxuriant bubble bath, and lead you to it. You sigh as you lower yourself into the thick, scented bubbles, and your eyes close blissfully. For a long moment you just recline there, totally absorbed in the hot water lapping against your skin. Then, as if remembering that you aren't alone, you open your eyes, stretch lazily, like a cat, and extend one soapy leg toward me. Carefully, so my dress won't get wet, I grasp your foot, tickling the bottom of it until you giggle, and pick up a razor. I begin at your slim ankle, then stroke slowly up the graceful curve of your calf. The bubbles allow the razor to glide smoothly over your skin, stripping away hairs and revealing soft, bare skin. When I have finished your lower leg, I move on to your firm, muscular thigh. I gaze admiringly at it, stroking the newly shaved surface and clearing away stray bubbles. I can see that you've been out in the sun quite a bit, because you have a beautiful golden-brown tan. I notice the conspicuous lack of a tan line and grin, easily visualizing you lying naked on the beach. The image is very tempting, and I briefly consider changing today's plans to include a trip to the beach. Perhaps another day... When I finish shaving your legs I drain the tub, running a little warm water to rinse away the last of the clinging foam. Then, hand in hand, we return to my bedroom, where I open the drawer I keep just for you. First, I take out a pair of white silk panties, trimmed in lace. You step into them, and I slide them up your long, graceful legs. I note with approval that the short, dark curls nestled between your thighs are faeshly trimmed, an I ruffle them playfully with my hand before covering them with the white silk. Next, a matching silk bra. I stand behind you, caressing your chest as I fasten it around you. You lean back against me, revelling in the sensuous touch of silk, and I can feel your nipples growing harder. Knowing your love of frilly things, I next select a lacy white garter belt which I help you into. Finally - stockings. I bunch the nylon up around my hands, then slip it over your foot and carefully ease it up your leg. As I fasten the garters to the stockings, I allow the back of my hand to lightly brush your crotch. From your sharp intake of breath, I know that you are aroused. Now that your undergarments have been taken care of, I turn to the closet and pull out a cheerful red dress. You put it on, and I step back to admire you. The short skirt shows off your legs beautifully, and when you turn I see that it also fits snugly around your cute ass. The bodice is cut low in back, slightly higher in front, so that no cleavage actually shows, but the impression of small, pert breasts is clear. Your tanned arms are left deliciously bare. The final touches - a slim black belt, jewelry, and low heeled black pumps. When we are satisfied with your outfit, I seat you at my dressing table and begin brushing your short, dark hair. You offer a token protest that you are perfectly capable of brushing your own hair, but I know that on this one special day you want to be pampered a bit, and I am only too happy to oblige. Freshly washed, your hair is already soft and fluffy and needs only a few touches from my curling iron before it feathers back charmingly from your face. Finally, I am ready to start your makeup. You don't need much - just a little blush to highlight your cheekbones, a touch of grey eye shadow over your sparkling brown eyes, and a delicate coating of lip gloss. At your request I add a bit of mascara, though your lashes are already long and silky. The overall effect is stunning, and I feel my insides turning flip-flops as we look at each other, side by side, in the mirror. You turn to me, and we exchange a deep, passionate kiss, then grab our purses and leave the apartment. We decide not to drive, since the weather is so lovely. Besides, it is nearly impossible to find parking places on a Saturday, so we walk half a block to the bus stop. While we wait for the bus, we glance at each other nervously. Will it work? Can we pull it off? Or will we be caught this time? Every time we go out together like this, the same questions torment us for the first few moments. Then, the bus pulls up and we climb on, pay our fare, and look around for a seat. The bus is crowded today, and there are no open seats, but a pair of chivalrous young men near the front stand when they see us looking around, offering us their seats. The lusty admiration in their glances is obvious, and we exchange a relieved smile as we sit down. The two men hover over us, making small talk, as the bus trundles through the streets. Flattered by their attention, we chat politely with them, flirting ever so slightly, until we reach our stop. Then we thank them for the seats, say our goodbyes, and leave. As we step down, I am monetarily blinded by the bright sunlight. It is going to get hot today! I check my watch - 9:56 - and set off at a brisk pace across the crowded parking lot with you by my side. Though it is still early, I can already feel heat radiating up from the asphalt, and breathe a sigh of relief when we step into the airconditioned mall. "Where would you like to start?" I ask. You shrug, so we start wandering down the corridor, looking into windows. "That would be cute on you!" you suggest, pointing at a black leather teddy in the display window of a lingerie shop. Intrigued, we enter and start rummaging through the racks. Before long, we have each found several appealing outfits and retire to the dressing room to try them on. Fortunately, the rooms are large, and we decide to share one so that we can see how each outfit looks. The first thing you try on, a frothy confection of pink and white lace, reminds me of cotton candy. I giggle, commenting that you look good enough to eat. "Maybe later" you whisper suggestively. I slip into the teddy that had caught your eye, and you lick your lips approvingly. My breasts nearly spill out of the tightly laced bodice, and the seat consists of only a leather thong between my well-toned buttocks. "Nice..." you purr, running your fingertips lightly up the back of my thigh and over my exposed rump. I arch my back, stretching luxuriously, and one of my breasts does tumble from its precarious perch. The other is about to escape as well, its nipple already peeping impudently over the leather cup. Standing behind me, you put your arms around me, cupping my breasts in your hands. My nipples stiffen instantly at your touch, and you tweak them playfully. Your breath is hot against my ear, and your hands are soft. Sighing blissfully, I recline against your body for a moment. Your hands roam easily over my breasts, evoking shivers and goose bumps with your light, teasing touch. I moan softly as you lick the edge of my ear then nibble gently on my earlobe. Unable to restrain myself any longer, I turn around and kiss you. Your lips part eagerly, welcoming my probing tongue. I explore your mouth, tasting your sweet breath and the smooth hardness of your teeth. You tongue joins mine in a slippery, undulating dance. Abruptly, you break away. With one hand on each of my shoulders, you push me gently back until I feel the hard edge of a bench against the backs of my knees. You continue to exert a steady pressure, easing me down, until I am sitting on that narrow ledge. The mirror is directly in front of me, and I have an exciting view of your ass, framed in pink and white lace, as you bend over me. My knees open easily at your touch, and you spread them further. I shiver, feeling suddenly vulnerable and exposed, with only a flimsy bit of leather between us. Your nimble fingers quickly overcome that obstacle, the snaps popping open like firecrackers at your touch. As each snap gives I feel a coolness, a slight draft, creeping across my pussy with silken fingers. Your breath steams against my thigh, a turbulent contrast to the cooler breeze that whispers through my hair. In the mirror I see your dark curls, poisedU like the heart of some sweet flower between the petals of my thighs. As the last snap gives, you meet my gaze with laughter dancing in your eyes. I moan softly, anticipating your touch, nor am I disappointed. Cupping my buttocks in your hands, you slide me forward until I am perched on the edge of the seat. Then, still caressing my rear, you lower you mouth. At first there is only the warm, sensuous brushing of your lips over my soft fur. I close my eyes, so absorbed in the sensation that I hardly notice your hands sliding over my hips and thighs. I only become aware of them gradually, as you part my labia. Dimly, my lust-fogged brain realizes what you are about to do, and my body coils like a spring in anticipation. Your lips close over my straining clit, triggering the pent up energy and causing my hips to jerk spasmodically against your face. The only sounds are my ragged breathing and the soft slurping noises you make as you suck gently on my clit, applying your teeth occasionally with delicate precision. I am focused so completely on that tiny button of flesh that I never notice your fingers creeping into me, until suddenly they are there. You are using fingers from both hands, stroking me in several directions at once. It feels as if my cunt will fly apart under your darting touches - now deep, now shallow; aggressive, then butterfly soft. My eyes pop open in shock and are captured by the mirror. The sight of your head reflected between my twitching thighs and your fingers flashing, wet and slippery, in and out of my cunt stoke the blaze inside me to greater heights. A wave of consuming heat crashes over me, blanking out my vision and ringing in my ears. Convulsions begin deep inside me, spreading outward from a molten core. They ripple through smooth internal muscles, clenching around your fingers in successive contractions. As the feeling dissipates I become aware of hot pain in my chest, and realize that I am holding my breath. I let it out slowly, cocooned in a sense of well-being. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Each measured breath builds the calm within me. Finally, I open my eyes and give you a weak smile. Your face is flushed, and your hair is slightly tousled from my hands running through it. You rise slowly, drawing me into your arms as we stand. Your lips brush mine softly, and I taste the faint saltiness of my juices. We stretch languidly, like two cats in the sun, before changing back into our own clothes. I carefully brush your hair and repair your makeup, then we emerge. I purchase the leather teddy, because I know we will enjoy it again another day. Perhaps next time you will be wearing it? Our next stop is a shoe store. The moment he sees us, a pimply high school boy rushes over, nearly tripping over his own feet. We giggle at his puppyish eagerness and the almost reverent way he handles your foot as he sizes it. He is trying so hard to be charming, you can't help flirting with him just a little. He blushes adorably, even his ears and neck turning red. Stammering terribly, he admits that today is his first day on the job, school having just ended for the summer. Though you do not buy any shoes, you blow him a kiss as we leave and I see the other clerks glaring enviouly at him. We wander through several other shops, just looking mostly, trying a few things on. To any casual observer, we look like sisters or best friends. After a while you comment that you are hungry. We check the time and are amazed to see that it is almost 1:30. For lunch we go to Pierre's, just like we do every year. It is small, styled after the Parisian sidewalk cafes, and the food is good. As we take our seats, the owner rushes up. "Bon jour!" he greets us ecstatically. Only years of practice enable me to keep a straight face at his outrageous accent. His real name is Peter O'Donnell, and the ridiculous "french" accent he affects does nothing to disguise his Brooklyn origin. "Bon jour, Pierre!" we reply cheerfully. This is a game we have played many times before. He knows our secret; we know his. We are all friends, and the secrets make no difference. Still, I wince as I remember Pierre's disastrous attempt to seduce you. He failed, of course, but it forced us to reveal ourselves to him. That was in the past, however, and today the sun is shining. I grin as Pierre rattles off the day's specials, then leaves us to greet another customer. We scan the menus briefly, then you whisper your order to me. When the waiter comes, I order for both of us. He raises an eyebrow in surprise, but does not comment. It is the same every year, but it does not grow dull. Every time seems like the first time. Our food comes, and we eat. It is good, just like it always is. After the meal I pay the check and bid Pierre a fond adieu. I kiss him on the cheek as we leave, and while he clearly enjoys it, he shifts uncomfortably when you approach. You wink mischievously at him. "Maybe next time, Pierre..." you purr. It is almost 3:00 now. I ask what you would like to do, already knowing the answer, but asking anyway just because you like to be asked. You pretend to think for a moment, then suggest a movie. There is a theatre nearby that shows foreign films every Saturday afternoon. You like them because they are sad and make you cry. As we walk the few short blocks to the theatre, you say that you hope it is an Italian show. They are your favorites, because they are the saddest. When the marquee comes into view, we discover gladly that it is a Fellini film - of all the Italian movies we have seen, his are the best. We buy our tickets, then slip into the cool dimness of the auditorium just as the lights go out. I haven't seen this film before, and I don't think you have either. It is very good, and very sad. I glance over at you and see tears streaming from your eyes. You always forget to bring a handkerchief, so I give you mine. While you dab at your eyes, I rest my hand comfortingly on your knee. Slipping my hand under your skirt, I stroke your thigh gently throughout the remainder of the movie. When it is over, we sit quietly for a moment before leaving. The sunlight dazzles us and I reel slightly, disoriented after emerging from the dark theatre into daylight. It is growing late, so we decide to return to my apartment. On the way back, however, we pass a bar and you suggest stopping for a drink. Our entry creates a bit of a stir among the other patrons, most of whom appear to be businessmen in their early thirties. One of them wanders over to our table and sits down beside you. He introduces himself and offers to buy us a round of drinks. I accept for both of us. The drinks arrive and we sip them idly while chatting about inconsequential things. Though he politely includes me in the conversation, it is obvious that you are the one he is interested in. Knowing your strict disinterest in men, I am curious how you will handle this situation. You are already beginning to shift uncomfortably in your chair and mumble periodically that we really must be going. Undaunted, he sets his hand lightly on your knee and begins stroking up your thigh. You freeze, panic stricken, a look of such horror on your face that I almost laugh aloud. "Come on, Jacki. We really do have to get home." I say nonchalantly, taking you by the arm. You nod woodenly and stand, shaking off your would-be seducer's hand. He glares at us, muttering something about frigid bitches. I ignore him, leading you firmly out of the bar. You sigh in relief as we step back onto the sidewalk. The laughter I have been suppressing finally bursts forth. You glare at me, not amused, but as the tension eases you finally begin to smile. By the time the bus arrives you are laughing as hard as I am. "Did you see his face?" you gasp, tears streaming from your eyes. "He looked so mad, I thought he wanted to strangle you right there!" "Yeah, but he would have been even madder if you'd let him continue! I'd love to have seen his face then! Maybe we should go back and invite him home with us. I'm sure he'd accept." You scowl at this suggestion and stick your tongue out at me. Except for an occasional stifled giggle, we ride the rest of the way back in silence. When we arrive at my apartment we walk slowly into the bedroom without saying anything. A pervasive sadness overcomes me as the day draws to a close. We've had such fun, and I don't want it to end. You look slightly downcast too. Sighing, I take you in my arms and give you a long, slow kiss. "Goodbye, Jacki..." I whisper. "I'll see you again next year..." A single tear trickles down your cheek as you turn and leave the room. For a moment I stare sadly at the door, then I force a smile to my lips and begin undressing. When I am stripped down to my underwear I step in front of the mirror and brush out my hair. Static electricity crackles through the golden cloud that swirls around me. I meticulously touch up my makeup, then lie down on the bed to wait. I do not have to wait long. After only a few minutes the door creaks slowly open and you walk in. Your freshly scrubbed face glows, and your hair is damp and slightly askew. You are naked, bronze muscles rippling gracefully as you stalk across the room. Our careful transformation has been reversed, and you are now every bit a man. I sigh delightedly as you take me in your arms, my head resting against your broad chest. The primitive rhythms of your heartbeat stir tides of passion within me. Your warm, masculine scent clouds my senses like some exquisite drug. Surrendering to your embrace, I raise my lips to meet your own. Your kiss is fierce and demanding. My head swims dizzily as you seem to suck the air out of my lungs. Every fiber of my body screams for your touch. You ease me down onto the blankets, a hungry gleam in your eyes. Slowly, you remove my lacy undergarments, kissing every inch of flesh that is exposed. I moan slightly, squirming as you brush your lips teasingly over my belly. Your hands find my breasts, exploring their firm softness and stiff nipples as if for the first time. While I twine my fingers through your hair, you engulf one swollen aureola with your lips. Your mouth is hot and moist on my breast. The fluttering dance of your tongue draws my nipple to an even stiffer peak which you nibble eagerly. Then, with agonizing slowness, you begin blazing a trail down my chest and stomach with your kisses. Still straddling me, you turn and plant one knee on either side of my head. Your swollen cock bobs above my face, brushing against my cheeks. Eagerly, I grasp it and guide it down to my waiting mouth. As I close my lips around the head, I feel your mouth on my clit. I have been terribly aroused all day, and now that pent up energy seeks release. My hips jerk frantically, grinding my cunt against your face. Simultaneously, I raise my head slightly, engulfing your cock. You begin thrusting slowly into my mouth, matching your pace to the movements of my hips. A drop of pre- cum forms, and I greedily lap it up. The salty taste adds to my arousal. My tongue glides rapidly, flickering across your head then stroking the smooth sides firmly. I suck gently, hoping to elicit more of your salty fluid. I can feel you swelling inside my mouth, your cock pulsing with a life of its own. Your balls dangle in front of my nose, and I breathe deeply of their warm, musky scent. Your tongue darts erratically across my clit and between my slippery folds, accompanied by your fingers. I am writhing desperately beneath you, smearing your cheeks with my slippery juices. I am teetering on the brink of a cataclysmic orgasm, when you suddenly raise your head. Your cheeks glisten wetly as you turn to face me once again. I spread my thighs wider, allowing you free access to my tender core. For a moment you only brush the tip of your cock across my lips, teasing me. I twist and thrust vainly, trying to capture you inside me, and at last you relent. For a moment you press against my cunt, positioning yourself, then with one violent shove you bury yourself completely inside me. I gasp at the suddenness of it, my thighs jerking convulsively as you withdraw partway, but I am ready for your next thrust and rise to meet it. We lapse into a steady rhythm as old as time, the very pulse of life expressing itself in our movements. We are no longer just ourselves; we have become the archetypal man and woman, renewing ourselves in this ancient ritual. I am filled completely, %s I was meant to be filled. When you wihdraw, my muscles tighten and clench around you, seeking to hold you yet within me. When you thrust, I welcome you deeply with an answering thrust of my own. Primal tides surge high within us as I wrap my leg around yours, pulling you deep into me. Wordlessly communicating my intention, I embrace you tightly and we roll together, trading places. Now I am on top, and I ride you like a thoroughbred. I can feel your muscles tensing beneath me as I draw my knees up and plant them on either side of your hips. I shift my weight off you, rising until you are almost out of me, then plunge back down, impaling myself. The muscles in your thighs quiver, and your face is tight and flushed. Again I rise up onto my knees. Your eyes close, anticipating my downward stroke. I gasp as I feel your cock tearing into me, hot and urgent. Another stroke and we are both hovering on the brink. You grip my hips, your nails digging lightly into my flanks, as I pull off you a final time. Your hands give my descent added force as I impale myself again. This time I do not pull away. The muscles in my thighs convulse, suddenly refusing to bear my weight, and my toes clench. The wild pulsing of my cunt makes you lose control, and I can feel you beginning to throb inside me. Your hot cum gushes into me, wave after scalding wave. I contract around you, milking you of every drop. The seconds stretch out into eternity as we strain together. Finally the convulsions subside. One by one the fibers in my thighs unclench, easing the tension. I raise myself weakly, freeing your now flaccid cock, then collapse on top of you. My cheek rests on your shoulder, and your arms are around me, holding me close. This is the moment I like best of all, because I feel so close to you and so safe. With a blissful sigh I close my eyes and reflect on how wonderful our unique relationship is. As 'Jacki' you are my best friend and sometimes lover; as 'Mark' you are a superb lover and boyfriend. Sex has been much more exciting since you shared your secret fantasies with me, because I love fulfilling them as much as you do. I open my eyes briefly and whisper "Happy birthday darling," then snuggle against your chest and drift off to sleep.  Back to top

Yet Another She Devil Story

 I went through the windshield after I hit the pickup. Witnesses say that I impacted on the flat bed's side panel and bounced across the street. I don't remember anything at all. I do remember the Hospital. First as a blur. Lots of people coming and going, prodding me, poking, sticking me with needles. I was in traction, arms and legs casted and pulled up at odd angles. I slept a lot. Sheila was great. Sheila De Ville was my fiance. I'd just met her when it happened. We had a whirlwind romance and the doctors told me she came to the Hospital every day. She seemed so concerned, they said. I was just glad for the company. It was during the surgery on my knee that my susceptibility to a weird side effect first became known. I was under a local anesthetic boosted by sodium pentothal. The surgeon asked for assistance, for someone to hold out their arm to allow him to blot his brow. My arm slowly rose. He handled it well. Put your arm down and stay relaxed. Do not move during the surgery. In one out of every 125,000 cases, the combination of drugs that put me under had the side effect of producing a profound hypnotic state. An oddity, certainly of no great concern - after all, I wasn't planning any more surgery. Sheila took me home. I was on crutches but she had everything set up for me. Things were lower, doors off the hinges. I hated the awkwardness but it was all going to be temporary, right? The doctors said that I was going to be good as new. I mended slowly, first crutches and then, a cane. Sheila was by me every step. She seemed to be treating me like a baby. I tried to tell her but she burst into tears. I was so damn mad at myself for that. She had been super to me and, as thanks, I made her cry. I resolved to shut up and let her mother - really, smother - me, if she still wanted to. Things had settled down to a nice routine. A late awakening, breakfast, a few things done around the house, easy healing days. Today, we were going out to get me some new clothes. I had lost so much weight that nothing fit. "Are you ready, Honey?" I made my slow way to the back door. Sheila was already seated in the car. I slid in and she pulled out of the long driveway. "I brought along a couple of things of juice to drink on the road", Sheila announced. I took the juice box. The straw was already in. Sheila was greedily sucking down on her's. I tried mine. It tasted good but as I got to the bottom a chemical aftertaste crept into my mouth. Never sell, I thought, and gave it no mind. We were walking along through the mall and as we passed a woman's clothing store, Sheila turned in. "Hey, aren't we supposed to be shopping for me?" "Come here, Sweetie, and be quiet." Obediently, I turned in and stood next to her, my lips sealed. What the Hell was going on? "Miss, I want to purchase some jeans and stirrup pants, all in pastels. Matching tops and accessories." "Yes, Ma'am", replied the salesgirl. "What size are you?" "Oh, they're not for me. They're for my friend here. I found him fooling around and his punishment is to be dressed like a girl for a month." The salesgirl exploded into giggles but scurried around fetching a mound of pale shades. Helpless, I could only watch. "Sweetie, I want you to go into the dressing room and take off all your clothes." I stood naked and cowering before the mirror in the ladies dressing room. At Sheila's instruction, I pulled the lacy thong panties up my thin legs and allowed her to slip a teddie over my slim chest. Next came opaque white pantyhose and black spandex stirrup pants. I slipped my arms into the back-buttoning white satin, stock-tied blouse and the little pastel pink bolero jacket. In front of the mirror, I stood absolutely still as Sheila added touches. Black patent flats with a fancy buckle on the toe, white gloves, big button clip on earrings, necklaces, bracelets and a little satin' covered girl's bowler. "He's adorable", the salesgirl enthused. "What a perfect sissy! No woman would want him now." "I just love him this way, don't you?" Sheila was walking around me, inspecting, tugging my jacket a bit here, fitting the spandex deeper into my rear crease. "I can't believe any real man would stand for this. He must really be a sissy boy to let you get away with this." Sheila took the girl to the side and whispered conspiratorial. "Can I tell you a secret?" Wide eyed, the salesgirl nodded that Sheila's confidences would go no further. "I drugged him. He has to do whatever he's told. For the next month he'll be perfectly obedient to me. No more beating me and cheating on me. No more making me wear slutty clothes." "He did all that to you? He..he beat you?" Sheila solemnly nodded. "Well, I want to help you", the salesgirl added. "I know the lady who runs the beauty shop across the way. Let's make your sissy hubbie a very special appointment." I could hear the snickers as I walked through the Mall, trailing after my captors. I was taken right in back and seated, sans jacket and blouse, in a salon chair. "Mrs. Jenkins, he's the one I told you about. She's got him drugged so he can't beat her anymore or sneak around behind her back." I tried to say something but Sheila curtly told me to shut up. And then she told me to smile. A sweet simpering smile. "I wouldn't have believed it with my own eyes. Well, what do you have in mind for this pig?" Sheila hesitated. Apparently she hadn't thought that far ahead. But the salesgirl jumped right in. "Let's bleach his hair peroxide blonde and perm it with lots of waves. Then we can cut it into a sissyish half-boy and half-girls sort of a ducktail." Mrs. Jenkins smiled. "I've got it. You don't want him to look like a girl. You want a very effeminate boy." Sheila and her accomplice looked at each other for a moment and together exclaimed, "Exactly!" Hours later, I stood waiting for my next command. Sheila had given me a booster injection. I wasn't about to regain my self- control. I had been to the make-up counter and now wore a heavy coating of what seemed like ever color in the rainbow. My blush was very pink and thick. Passersbymust have thought I was embarrassed bymy condition. My ears had been triple pierced. And I held a shiny black patent purse in my hands, showing off my now inch long red nails. And my chest was perfectly flat. ********** "Why are you dong this to me?" I was dressed in hot pants and an Eton jacket, little white anklets and black patent pumps. A white pinafore covered all that and I was ironing. "You were going to leave me." What was she talking about? "I could see it in your eyes. After I nursed you back to health, you were going to leave me. I couldn't have let that happen. THEY would come. "They would come from the Clinic and take me back. I'm well but they don't ever listen. They want you to be sick. Sick so that they can keep you prisoner. And you were going to leave but I won't let you and now you are my prisoner!" My God, she's out of her mind. I'm the mind-slave of a madwoman! "Please, Sheila, I never wanted to leave you." "LIARLIARLIAR!! For that you'll be punished." My wrists were connected to the lacing bar and slowly the edges of my corset were closed by Sheila another inch. Red faced with exertion and hysteria, Sheila proudly produced the tape measure. "Let's see how slender you're getting, my prissy little pet." "Twenty-two inches. My isn't that sweet, your waist is smaller than mine, and daintier too. I'll keep cinching you in until you're under twenty inches. Now bend over." The medication was kept at a maintenance dose. I could speak on my own but I had no will to resist. Dutifully, I presented my bottom. Sheila injected two hypodermic needles each into my bottom cheeks. Another two went into my male breasts. Next, she took my penis and fondled me to erection. As I came, she injected the final needle into my scrotum. Female hormones! I had been on them for a month now. Getting something like one hundred and forty times the recommended dosage. The results had been devastating. Aided with a fatty diet, I was developing wide hips, well padded and jiggling. My chest needed a bra now and Sheila made sure that I was always well wired, lifted and separated. I dried my tears and waited for Sheila to say something. I had been conditioned to speak only when spoken to. "Sweetie, when you're done with your ironing, your hairdressing subscriptions are in. Make sure you read them all." "Yes, M'am, I will read them all. May I ask a question? "Certainly, you may. If you are willing to do so while I spank you." "Why are..OUCH ..you, making..OUCH ..me read those ..0OUCH ..magazines, the ones ..OUCH ..about hairdressing?,, "You can be so silly, Sweetie. Were else could an effeminate boy like you get a job? A beauty parlor of course. Sissies like you, make fantastic hair stylists. I've spoken to Mrs. Jenkins and she plans to put you to work any day now." "Yes, M'am. It's just that..it's just that.." "Are you crying, Sweetie?" I couldn't hold back the tears. It was so humiliating, crying like the sissy I was being forced to be. I nodded my head, my blonde waves bouncing. "How precious. I want you to say Boo hoo hoo." "Boo hoo hoo" I replied dully. "Now faster and over and over." "Boo hoo hoo, boo hoo hoo, boohoohoo." "Louder and rub your eyes." "BOOHOOOHOO0!" I could see myself in the mirror. Dressed like a sissy and crying like an oversized child in a second rate play. "Whenever you cry, you will cry just like this, Sweetie." Sheila lead me over to the picture frame. A gilt edged picture frame - as tall as I - stood in the middle of a room. I stood framed in its center as Sheila took plenty of snaps of the Sniveling Sissy she had created. ********* Most of the woman assumed that I was a girl. I was dressed in white stirrups, a size too small to show off my plump fanny, and a fluffy pink angora sweater. "Cissy, get over here. There's someone I want you to meet." "Yes, Mrs. Jenkins." I tried to stand behind her when I saw who it was. Sheila had tracked down my first wife, Christine. "Is that thing really him?" "You betcha, Chris. I really put him in his place, didn't I" "I'll say! So you thought you could beat up and abuse women. You weren't much of a husband with me but at least you never tried any of that stuff. Sheila tells me that you used to tie her up and rape her." I tried to answer but, as usual, Sheila cut me off. "Don't you have anything at all to say? It's all true, huh? I don't think they've been half-enough hard on you." Sheila slipped her arm around Christine's waist. What was that all about? Were Christine's eyes a little glazed? Not enough to turn her into a pliant zombie like me but enough maybe to plant a suggestion about liking lesbian love. "What do you have in mind, Darling?" I could see the evil glint in Sheila's smile. "I think he's pouting over his lost manhood," Christine said. "I think he's a pouty sissy but his lips don't pout." "Let's give him fat pouty lips." "I know just the place", Mrs. Jenkins added gleefully. "There's an M.D. - he's a real butcher - in the Medical Arts building by the Orange entrance who thinks he knows how to do it." I was marched over and carefully instructed. Go in and fill out the forms. Tell the doctor you want your lips enlarged to maximum pout. Pay in cash. Be happy with the result and tell the doctor how happy I am. It didn't take long. I was left at the make-over counter in the middle of the Mall, a make-up cape covering my sweater and one color after another was painted on my extremely pouted lips and photographed. I bought over fifty different tubes. "Let me say good-bye to my old ex", Christine said as she was leaving. She whispered in my ear. Everyone wanted to know what she had said. Christine made me repeat it. "Christine said that she gave me these big lips to suck cock with. Whenever I change the color of my lipstick, I will have an irresistible urge to suck cock. I will suck it until it creams down my throat. When I am done, I will thank the cock for letting me suck it." The gathered women laughed loudly at my fate. Mrs. Jenkins checked her watch. "Look at the time. Look at the time", she exclaimed. The afternoon delivery was due. Christine handed my a golden lipstick tube and told me to wait by the backdoor. Wait until I heard the knock and then change my lipstick. Change my lipstick and open the door! They hid in the lavatory in the dark with the door ajar, watching me go down on the deliveryman. I swallowed every drop and thanked the cock for letting me suck it. Christine's parting promise to me was to call me often to see how I was doing. And maybe, if she was feeling evil, she might tell me something to do. I now own over seventy different colors of lipstick. I counted them. ********* I looked at myself in the mirror. I had a 35C-19-38 figure in black thong panties and spike heels. Otherwise I was naked. My pathetic male equipment barely made a bulge in my panties. The man in front of me was seated. They call it couch dancing. I can move all around. He stays on the couch. Sheila wanted me to experience how humiliated women can get being ogled by lecherous men. I danced topless, jumped out of cakes, and couch danced. I ground my hips and rubbed my breasts. Standard stuff. The timer went off and he left. There was another surprise Sheila had promised. Lately, she had seemed more crazy than ever. I had become very scared of her. The bell chimed and the door opened. Sheila walked in. Next to her stood my mother. Her eyes were glazed like mine. She was as deeply in thrall as I was. Denise, my mother, had me when she was only 16. I was 21 and she was a very attractive woman. Sheila clicked her fingers and Denise opened her black vinyl raincoat. She was dressed exactly the same as I was. Sheila hung big rhinestone chandeliers from our earlobes and wide matching chokers around our necks. Denise's nipples were pierced and wide hoops were inserted. Soon, so were mine. We danced and pranced for Sheila, made it with each other for Sheila, and spanked each other for Sheila. Sheila handed me the vinyl raincoat and told me to stand by the door. Denise's black thong came down to reveal her shaved pussy. Sheila threw Denise a fluff of red lace that turned out to be a red thong. Red! That was the code to the customers that the girl was looking for tricks. "Denise will be taking your place, Cissy. I thought it would be fun to see her pretend to be you for a while. Denise, remember now. You want to suck the cock of everyman who comes in here. And you want them to fuck you. But they have to pay you first. If they don't pay you first, it will be very painful but when they pay you, you will have more pleasure than youhave ever felt before." I watched through a two-way mirror as a man entered. He saw my mother's panties and threw a ten dollar bill on the bed. Denise undulated over to him and in seconds was impaling her mouth on his hard rod. "We'll leave her alone now. It's not polite to stare. In a few months, we can see how she's doing." My ex-wife, converted into a lesbian who thinks I'm a homosexual sissy. My mother, another mind slave working as a dance joint hooker. What else could Sheila do to ensnare me to her will? "I wasn't looking at her." "Don't lie, Cissy. Yes, you were. You were looking at that woman and you know it." I had been looking. She was very attractive in a sophisticated way. Sheila had done nothing to curb my male orientation. I still preferred women as my sex partners. It's just that I spent all my time getting ready for men. "Since you like her so much, I want you to go over to her and tell her that you've locked your keys in the car and can she help?" In a minute, she in her expansive suit and I in my pink stretch pants and tube top were walking through the parking lot. She never had a chance. Sheila plunged a hypo of mindtrancers into the woman's exposed neck and in moments she was as docile as I was. "Take a good look at her, Cissy. Why is she so attractive to you?" "She's pretty, she has beautiful dark hair and she dresses very well." I cannot lie. It's programmed that way. "We can certainly fix that. ,, The results were amazing. Her hair was burgundy frizz now. She was squeezed into a cheap polyester pantsuit. Her makeup was applied sloppily. Her carefully hidden moustache had been darkened to emphasize the flaw. Who was this changed person? "Now listen up, Cissy, as I punish this female for distracting you. If I catch you ever looking around again, I will be much more severe.,, "As for you", Sheila shifted her attention to the hapless woman whom I had doomed, "from now on, your name is Ethyl Blatz. You work as a cleaning woman. You will use the money in your purse to buy a bus ticket to New York City. When you get there, you will get a job cleaning toilets." "Whenever you try to tell anyone who you are, you will want a drink of liquor. Whenever you are drunk, you will tell people who you are. You are the Queen of Sheba. Forget everything else, you are Ethyl Blatz the toilet-cleaning Queen of Sheba." Sheila was giggling jerkily, hysterical with the excitement of the injury she was inflicting. I never saw that woman again. I never knew her name. She had been destroyed only because I looked at her in passing. ********** Christine stood proudly as I laced her into the single glove. She had moved in as Sheila's lover. Sheila beat her, bound her, spit in her mouth and Christine loved it all. Today, as was so often the case, was special. Sheila had Christine in a full body sheath that acted like a vise of leathe. Her elbows touched now. Christine's breasts jutted out, small but high set and perky. On her leash, she followed meto the porch. My measurements had continued to expand and my 40 inch hips swayed in my tight pants. Christine let herself be tied to the frame and made no comment as she was tilted onto her back. Sheila, dressed like a surgeon, stood next to her and explained what was going to happen. Inside, I could see the real Christine screaming but externally she was all smiles as the incisions in her breasts were made and the bags were inserted. One thousand cc's of silicon were pumped in and sutured into place. Tilted up, her breasts stood out tight and taut like artificial globes. I helped fit the post-op bra that would allow the inserts to firm up in place. "Those are real DD's, Cissy. Would you like a matching set?" I had C cups now and didn 't want any more to handle than that. No, thank you Ma'am. "Well, we'll see how Christine does with these big beauties." Sheila held a mirror in front of the dazed female. "You have enormous breasts. You love your breasts. They're the only thing attractive about you. When you see your breasts in a mirror, you get excited. You want to fuck and suck a man. But when a man touches you, you are disgusted and you want a woman to punish you'for letting men paw you." A few weeks later, I watched Christine first enamor herself in the mirror, then throw herself at a dirty, smelly bum. Her disgust made her puke and, shattered, she submitted to her punishment - a fist fucking in her ass by Sheila. Denise waddied in. Her hugely pregnant belly was held up and molded by a pregnancy corset. Her breasts were swollen orbs, with dark thick, dripping nipples jutting through the sheer fabric of the imitation nurses's uniform she was poured into. Her skirt ended at her crotch to show the incredibly thick mat of hair growing between her legs. Her white nylons showed the heavy growth on her legs. Wild tendrils of dark pungent pubic hair clung wetly from her under arms, left visible but the halter cut of her uniform. Tufts of hair were visible from her ears and she had a noticeable beard. Denise's hair had been permed and dyed into a huge black afro and then pulled back, framing her face and the silly nurses' cap she wore. There were rings in both nostril and a stud. Her nametag read "Dynese." I put away my typing and stood up. Sheila had kept me in pants, crushed velvet usually with a frilly blouse. My blonde wavy hair fell well down my back now. "Yo deb dis tah meh", Dynese accused. "Gaht meh hipamatized. Gaht meh all sexed up an hoan-y. Nows I'se knocked up." Sheila rubbed her hand over the immense belly and pointed to me. "It's his fault. It's all your sissy son's fault. If he wasn't such a sissy, if he could satisfy a woman like real man, you wouldn't be pregnant." Sheila explained to me that mother had been a real favorite, and was soon the number one choice, of the black customers. Once she was pregnant, Sheila saw to it that she was given overdoses of the hormones that control lactation, hair, growth, and weight gain during pregnancy. "A couple of injections, a few quick commands and voila! Instead of an appealing lady we have an illiterate, hairy bitch." "Iss dat fairy's fault?" Mother was shuffling over to me. "I fixes him, I fixes him". She was holding a stick. She was going to beat me. Strong hands forced me to my knees and plunged my face into her foul smelling crotch. "Eat meh, pansy!" I tried to lap away but I kept gagging. "Yu' raht. He ain't worth shit to womens. I gives him to yah if yahs just fixes meh back up da way I usa be." Sheila made soothing promises to the grotesque character who had been my mother and saw her to the door. After she had left marcie told me, "her next baby will be Hispanic. Then Oriental. Then, who knows? I'll just keep altering her as I go." Sheila approached with a hypodermic needle she had picked up. "But I've been saving you for last, Cissy. Mommie's all gone. Ex-wife's all gone. Now just drop your panties, bend over, and I'll make you all mine." My compulsion to obey her took over and I did as she commanded. I felt the needle pierce my right ass cheek and whatever was in it was soon pumped into my plump buttocks. I no sooner had replaced my panties and pulled up my pants, than I started to feel weak and dizzy. I sat down and consciousness departed entirely. ********** I just hate this dress. Whenever I wear it, all the boys want to do is feel me up. Mommie Sheila says I have to wear it though. I need to be popular. Boys must like me. I'm sixteen and not very bright. Mommie Sheila says that every time I get an idea she has to wipe it right out of my head. But I hardly ever get any ideas anymore. I love really high heels and tight skirts that only reach my fingertips. I wear push up bras and low cut blouses that show the tops of my nipples. I try to pull them up but, when I leave for school, Mommie Sheila pulls my neckline down. For instance, today is the rally for the big game. I'm wearing the blue spandex tank dress with the wide yellow belt, yellow stockings, and yellow high heels. It's okay because they're the school colors, but it's so tacky because I look like I'm naked. You can see my nipples through the fabric and everything. It's so sheer that I know when it gets cold that everything will really pop out. "Sheila !" Oh God, what does she want? "Yes, Mommie Sheila." I hustle downstairs as fast as I can in my high heels "Today's the big game isn't it? I want you to remember what I told you to do." Ugh! This is like sooooo gross. I have to put my hand on Chad's gigantic cock whenever he smiles at me, whether anyone is watching or not. Not only that, but I have to let him feel up under my skirt whenever he wants. And then I have to go down on the entire team after the game. I can't help it. Seems like every time I go out on a date I wind up getting gang-banged. Mommie Sheila says it's because I'm just like my mother. I met her not long ago. She's real fat and has seven kids and she doesn't know who any of the fathers are and she makes her money working in a massage parlor. Christine at the beauty parlor is one of Mommie Sheila's best friends and she says that men are all pigs and that only women know how to make a woman's titties feel good. She should know. She has the biggest set around. Mommie Sheila says she thinks mine could get that big. I hope not. Christine's titties are so big that all her clothes have to be custom made and they must be embarrassing to wear the way they show everything off. "Now, Cissy, I have only one last thing I want you to remember when you get to the game today." Dutifully I listen. I always seem to wind up doing exactly what I'm told no matter how I feel about it. "Every time, anybody scores a point I want you to have an orgasm. Got that? Every single time." That wouldn't sound so bad except that I have this problem. When I have orgasms, I have a really humiliating compulsion that I hate to have anyone see. I like to expose myself. To flash the hot pink thong panties I'm wearing. I'll be flipping the front of my skirt up all afternoon. Then, tonight, the football team will be flipping up the back. Mommie Sheila says that I need her to take care of me. It's true. Look at the troubles I get myself in. When I get home, I'll be a mess, but Mommie Sheila will help me clean up and get ready for tomorrow when I'll just get myself in trouble all over again. I guess Mommie Sheila is right. A girl as silly and sexy as me will always need her mother. But I know that I'm getting better. You see, lately I've been thinking that having boobs as big as Christine's would be a gas. I knew I was right about having big boobs when I overheard Chad talking to his friend Mike. Chad said, "You ever see that babe who works at that beaurt salon downtown? Wow! What a set of knockers. I'd give a million bucks just to see and play with them for awhile." I knew he was talking about Christine. Chad wasn't happy with my tits and this bothered me. That night, after I had come home from the football game, Mommie Sheila was helping me clean up from my adventures with the football team. "Mommie Sheila?" "Yes Cissy dear?" "Do you think my breasts will grow any larger?" "I don't know. I wouldn't think so, they're pretty big right now. Why, do you want them too?" "Oh yes. The boys like girls with big chests and I want so much for them to like me." "Well, I'll see what I can do." The next week Mommie Sheila sent me to school with a note excusing me from classes on Thursday and Friday. She didn't tell me what was up, but I didn't worry about it. Thursday morning Mommie Sheila woke me up really early. "Come on Cissy! Rise and shine! Today's your big day, were going to see the doctor about your breasts." I was dressed in just high heels, thong panties, a denim mini- skirt, and a sweatshirt when we left. I didn't even have a bra on. We arrived at a house on the outskirts of town that looked kind of shabby to me and went inside. It looked kind of odd for a doctor's office. The doctor looked even odder. He was rather disheveled and unkempt. I didn't like the way he eyed my body and I was surprised that he seemed to know me. My, my Cissy. You certainly seem a different person from when we first met. Just lay down on the table here and let me give you a little shot. I did and as I drifted off I heard him tell Mommie Sheila, "I'll put these adjustable implants in and there'll be plenty of room for further "development" if you desire." I woke up slowly. I was still on the table. My chest was numb, but felt as if some kind of band had been strapped tightly around my chest. The doctor and Mommie Sheila came in. "Oh good, she's awake. Now keep her in bed and keep that support bra on her all the time until Monday morning." When I got up to walk I could feel a great weight on my chest in spite of the numbness. I looked down and could see that I did indeed have a much enlarged bustline. Mommie Sheila made sure I followed doctor's orders. I went right into bed. She gave me a Walkman to listen to music, but I don't remember what groups I listened to. The next days seemed to go by in the blink of an eye. Mommie Sheila woke me up Monday and I felt excited and very happy. She helped me get out of that tight bra I'd been wearing and that was a relief. My new titties seemed even larger when freed from it's restraint. I seemed to have to melons of flesh on my chest. When Mommie Sheila went to dress me, we found out none of my old bras would fit. "I guess you'll just have to go without one today Cissy dear." "Do you think that's O. K. Mommie?" "Sure, the doctor said they won't droop or sag. Here's just the outfit to wear today." She handed me a white top. It had a ruffled neckline and when I got it on I found out it was a midriff cut and came down just under my boobs. The skirt matched the top. It was white with a ruffled hemline and was it ever tiny. Sometimes I wish Mommie Sheila would let me dress like other girls but I never argue about what she givces me to wear. I just put on some earrings, a bracelet and some white high heels and was off to school. I felt like a million bucks as I sauntered down the street. The doctor might have said my titties would'nt sag but they sure did bounce. I met Chad outside school and his eyes widened and he whistled when he saw me and I knew I'd the right thing. "Wow Cissy!" "You like them Chad? I did it for you." Chad practically dragged me around the side of the building to an outside area with chairs where students could smoke. His friends all followed him. He wanted to see and of course I had to show all the boys my new titties. I pulled up my top and they all just stared in stunned silence. Then one boy started whistling and they all hooted and clapped. I went into a little dance, shaking my boobs for the boys. They knew about my penchant for flashing and when one of them cried out, "Show us your panties Cissy!" I was more than happy to oblige. I placed a foot on a chair so they could have a good view and grabbed the hem of my short skirt and pulled it up. Another moment of shocked silence followed. "What's the matter, don't you like my pretty panties?" "Ci ... Ci ... Cissy.." Chad mumbled. Just then I looked down and I was shocked to discover that I didn't have any panties on. Now how had I forgotten to put them on? I pulled my skirt back down, but it was too late. The boys circled around and started touching me. Soon my poor judgement had taken over and I was on my knees with one cock down my throat while Chad fucked me doggie style. It was like that that the principal found us. The boys all got suspended but I got expelled for instigating it. "What can I do with you Cissy?" "I don't know Mommie Sheila." "You're just so featherbrained. I don't see any use for you except as decoration. Say, that gives me an idea." She went and made a phone call. "I was able to get you a job with my friend Dr. Adams as an office assistant. There's one small condition, but that shouldn't bother you much." I looked at the stack of files on the desk. I didn't know how I'd ever get all this work done. It was especially hard to try and do filing with my boobs getting in the way all the time. That had been the doctor's "small condition." Only they weren't so small, they were gigantic. The doctor had insisted on "maximizing" the volume of the implants in my chest with the result that my titties are at least as big as Christine's, maybe even a little bigger. Don't get me wrong I like having them, but they do present problems. I have to wear a bra, but they don't make any with a big enough cup size. I am going to have some custom made as soon as I can save up the money. It's tough to be a working girl. I have to get my acrylic nails done every two weeks. I get my hair done at the same time. After paying for room and board and cosmetics I don't have that much left over. My clothes also have to be altered or custom tailord to accommodate my breasts. I borrow some of Christine's stuff once in a while but someday I am going to have to buy my own. Mommie Sheila syas she is going to fix me up with an escort service where men will pay money to go on dates with me. She says I can earn extra "tips" if I have sex with them. That sounds fine with me as I have plenty of sex now but I don't get paid for it. Take Dr. Adams for instance, at least once a day I get called into his office to 'consult' with him which consists of me consulting with his cock, usually getting bent over his desk and fucked. Sometimes he just likes to play with my titties while I suck him off. I don't mind it and he's really nice to me. I guess all in all that things could be worse. I could not have a job and not have Mommie Sheila to watch out for me. One day Dr. Adams called me in for a 'consult.' He had me pull down tha tank top I was wearing. Underneath I had on a custom made black bra with little cups that were more like shelves in that they went under my breasts to support them but didn't cover them at all. Then he had me take off the black leather mini-skirt I was wearing and remove the black silk and lace French-cut panties that matched my bra. This left me in black fishnet stockings with elastic tops that stayed up by themselves and black patent high heels with little bows. Usually our sex was the old wham bam thank you ma'am, but today he French kissed me and sucked and played with my titties until I was begging him to fuck me. This he did most enthusiastically on the lambskin rug in his office. He got up and got dressed. I just lay there enjoying that fabulous feeling of being freshly fucked. Who should walk in just then but Mommie Sheila. I started to get up and grabbed my panties and skirt when she said, "No! Just stay there Cissy." I lay back down. She asked the doctor, "do you have that shot ready that we talked about?" "I most certainly do." "Please administer it." "At once." He got out a syring and approached me with it. "Roll over a little Cissy." I did and he injected the needle in my butt. I rolled back on my rear and started feeling a little dizzy. "It's been nice Cissy." Said the doctor. "Bye bye little girl." said Mommie Sheila. I wondered what she was talking about. I woke up and for the first time since Sheila had drugged me with that Orange juice I felt clearheaded and lucid. I remembered Sheila and I had been talking with my mother. "Welcome back Bobby." I looked and saw Sheila and she had some strange man in a doctor's jacket with her. I tried to move but there seemed to be a great weight pressing down on my chest. I looked down and saw two huge stacks of flesh. Even on my back I couldn't see over them. Sheila had done something else to me. What had been ordinary everyday breasts were now humongous balloons. I bet I matched my ex-wife in the chest department now. "They're EEE if you were wondering," Sheila interrupted my thoughts, "and in case you're buying clothes you might need to know that your bustline is 50 inches around. They contrast well with the rest of your body. Your waist is now 20 inches and your hips are 40 inches. Hope you like it." "But why?" I started to ask her, then I noticed blonde hair on my shoulders. I reached up and touched it. Yes, it was mine, but it hadn't been anywhere near that long. "What did you do to my hair?" I asked Sheila. "Nothing. It does grow out you know." "I know but ..." I started to reply. Just then I felt something wet running down my crotch. I reached down and felt something wet and sticky and got the shock of my life. Instead of my shriveled up little penis I touched what for all the world felt like a cunt vagina. "Yes Bobby. I've given you a cunt to match the rest of you. You'll be happy to know it works just fine. That sticky stuff is cum and you'll be pleased to know that all the men who've fucked you say you're a great lay." I lay there in shock, bewildered by the discovery that I was now totally female. Sheila had finished what she'd started after my accident and now I was a complete woman whether I liked it or not, which of course I didn't. I noticed that I was still touching myself down there and pulled my hand away. "Oh no, Bobby! I think you should investigate your new sex. Go ahead, spread those lips. Open it up, put your fingers in it, and play with it." I discovered that the compulsion to obey her was as strong as ever as I did exactly as she commanded. My finger seemed to know what they were doing as they stimulating my woman's sex. It felt rather good and I found myself becoming excited. "You know Bobby, if you ask the doctor politely he might be persuaded to make love to you." "I'll never do that," I though, but found myself saying "Please fuck me Doctor," with the seductive inflection of an aroused woman. "See how I've been able to integrate both personalities into one. Bob the engineer and Cissy the silly slut, together in one mind. It's a good thing we made Cissy dominant since they have to live in that body." By this time the doctor had dropped his pants and I had spread my legs to receive him. As I lay there being fucked I was revolted, yet at the same time found it somehow fulfilling. I understood without a doubt that I was now a woman with no way out. The Doctor came and I could feel his penis spurting cum inside me when I experienced my first orgasm as a female. It was delightful and I found myself squealing and moaning. After the Doctor was off me I tried getting up, discovering in the process that handling those tits of mine was going to take some getting used to. Finally I was standing up. I looked around for some tissues to wipe off the cum draining from my pussy. I didn't see any and asked Sheila, "Do you have some tissues so I can wipe myself?" "I think you should just leave it alone and later you can smell yourself and remember what a good fuck you had. Now get dressed." I was unable to argue with her and picked up what were obviously my panties and put them on in spite of the fact that I knew they would soon be wet with cum. I pulled up my tank top and stepped into a black leather mini-skirt. I struggled getting the tight skirt over my hips and once it was there I had to suck in my tummy to get the zipper all the way up. It fit like a second skin and I found I was self-conscious about the way my nipples showed through my top. "Here's a check for what I owe you Cissy." The Doctor said. "What?" I asked. "Well, I no longer require your services. In other words, you're fired." "So what should I do?" I looked firat at him and then Sheila. "Funny you should ask that." Said Sheila. "You will cash your check and use the money to buy a bus ticket to New York City. When you get there, you will get a job as a topless dancer. You will like dancing for men and any money you make over the cost of living you will send home to me once a month. If anyone asks you will say that Sheila is your illegitimate daughter that you support by dancing. I was walking down the street towards downtown when I heard a woman call me. "Excuse me Miss, but you forgot your purse." I knew her. Her name was Sheila and she was a friend of my mom. I took my purse from her and thanked her. I looked inside to see if everything was still there. Just a little money, some makeup, my driver's license, and a check. I looked at the license that said who I was: Cissy Thomas, age 18. I heard that voice in my head telling me that I was really Robert Thomas and was 29. I knew better than to listen to it as I started walking again. I was late and it was hard to hustle in high heels with my big breasts bouncing around, but I had a bus to catch.... Back to top

Here Comes the "Bride"

 I am a cross-dresser who has for years enjoyed looking and acting like a woman. Lulu, my wife, started to enjoy this side of me once she discovered how easily she could dominate me. She likes to expose my transvestism to unsuspecting souls. At first it was something simple like holding panties up to my waist while shopping for lingerie. But it has progressed to her telling me to buy specific items like a pink bra, a red garter belt or a black teddy. She also insists that I tell the sails clerk that the items are for me. i will be severely punished if I don't comply, so when we go into the lingerie department and asked what we're looking for, I will answer, "A pink bra. I wear a 36A." It never fails to raise eyebrows. I love the embarrassment of it all. My wife loves to embarrass me outdoors too. We will go to a public tennis court with me dressed in a white shirt and shorts with bright pink panties and a bra that will clearly show through underneath. It never fails to provoke stares. I have also gone to the tennis courts wearing a tennis dress with full makeup and a blonde wig. I'm quite convincing when dressed as a girl, so this doesn't bother my game. But what does bother it is the fact that I'm also wearing tight nipple clamps and have a but plug in place. Lulu thinks I should experience womanly feelings and adventures as much as possible. So in bed I must be ready to accept her strap-on dildo and open my mouth so she can feed me my semen when I come. I also make regular visits to a beauty saloon for wig styling and facials. A real surprise came a few weeks ago. Our tenth anniversary was fast approaching, and we had talked about exchanging vows again. We had arranged to hire a minister in a small chapel and have another couple, our best friends, stand up for us. This would be on a Wednesday night, and we would take off the rest of the week for a second honeymoon. I should have known nothing is as expected when Lulu is involved. She called me at work and told me to meet her at a bridal shop later on so we could get fitted. I thought she meant that I would be renting a tux. But when I arrived at the shop she was inside talking to the owner. they gave me a strange smile when I walked in. The owner looked at me and said, "Yes, I have something will fit him perfectly." She disappeared into the back and before I could ask Lulu what was going on, the owner reappeared carrying a long white wedding gown. She instructed me to follow her to the changing room. My wife followed us carrying a bag which, I soon discovered, contained my wig, makeup, underwear and padding. I was informed that this time, I was to be the bride! "It's something every woman wants to experience," said Lulu. Soon I was standinf in front of a full-length mirror looking at the blushing bride: me. Then I remembered the wedding plans. "What about the minister?" I asked. "He will never agree to this. And what about Mel and Carla?" "The minister is fresh out of the seminary and welcomes any practice he can get," my wife said. "mel is going to be the best man, and Carla is going to be your attendant. I couldn't believe she had told our friends about my crossdressing. How could I ever Mel again? The night of the wedding, Lulu came in to see how I was doing getting dressed. I was surprised to see Carla and her wearing matching dresses. "Gee, I thought you'd be wearing a tux," I said, "not dressed like the maid of honor." "Oh, no," Lulu laughed. "I said Carla was your attendant I'm your maid of honor." "But you are the groom!" I exclaimed. "I can't very well marry another woman. Remember you're the crossdresser in this family, not me." "Then who's the groom?" I was getting worried now. "Just like a woman to be nervous on her wedding day," Lulu said turning to leave. "See you down front. Don't forget to say your `I do's" nice and loud." Carla walked over to me, kissed me on the cheek and said, "You are a very beautiful bride." Then, barely holding back the laughter, she added, "I'm sure you'll make him very happy. Enjoy your honeymoon." What did she mean by that? I wasn't nervous now. i was just plain scared. What had Lulu cooked up this time? Just then I heard the music begin, my cue to start down the isle. When I looked down front, there stood Carla and Lulu, smiling at me. On the other side stood Mel, his mouth was wide open. I was hoping that meant he was Impresses with how I looked. I nearly fainted when I saw the man next to Mel. He was about six feet tall, quite nice looking, and a total stranger to me. Where had Lulu gotten this guy? Did he know who or what I was? As I got to the front, I looked at my wife, handing her my flowers. She whispered, "I love you." Then I turned as the minister began talking. He was so young. He looked as if he was fresh out of high school. He instructed us to face each other and repeat the vows. I looked at this guy standing next to me. He looked deeply into my eyes and smiled warmly. My knees almost gave way. He was holding my hands and saying, "I do." "Lulu," I thought, "when are you going to call this off?" I heard myself say a week "I do." My god, what about the kiss? m I supposed to kiss this guy? I've never kissed a guy in my life. Just then he lifted my veil. I felt my head tilt up and my eyes close. I felt something warm on my lips, softly at first then with steadily increasing pressure. His arms were around me, pulling me tight against him. He was so strong. My hand was on his back and I was pulling him closer. I was really kissing him, and what a kiss! Then the music started, and everyone was talking at once. Lulu was hugging me, telling me how proud she was of me, asking how I felt. Before I could answer, Carla gave me a kiss, saying what a beautiful wedding it was. Then Mel came over, saying he wanted to kiss the bride, and gave me a big kiss on the lips, and said, "Hey, a girl only gets married like this once." he seemed so accepting of me. Lulu was saying, " Come on, newlyweds, let's cut the cake and open the presents." My "groom," who I learned was named Ron, took my hand and led me up the isle. On the way he said, "You're very beautiful. I'm glad I got to be a part of this." Then he stopped and kissed me again. I was surprised that I was not repulsed by this and in fact enjoyed kissing him back. I heard Lulu call out, "Come on, you two, save it for the honeymoon." "Very funny, Lulu," I thought. "Don't make jokes like that in front of everyone." Just then Ron gave my hand another squeeze, and I blushed. We all laughed as we went through the typical cake- cutting-and-feeding ritual. Then came the gifts. Mel and Carla gave us a bottle of champagne. Ron said, "She may need that." Then Lulu gave us each a box. Inside mine I found an envelope and a beautiful long flowing nightgown which I was told to hold up. Then I opened up the envelope and read out- loud the note inside. "Every girl dreams about her wedding and fantasizes about her honeymoon. To complete your trip into womanhood, I am giving you a honeymoon. You and Ron are registered at a hotel for the next four days. Your clothes and everything you need are already there. Have a good time. And don't worry, all girls are nervous on there wedding night." I looked to see Mel and Carla smiling and Lulu wearing a big grin. Then I looked at Ron who was also smiling. He then showed me what was in his box: a large tube of KY lubricating jelly!" Lulu whispered in my ear, " I want to hear all about it when you get home.  Back to top

Caught 

It was Thursday evening, the evening I always have to "work late". That's the story I tell my wife anyway. At lunch time, I had gone shopping and the new clothes I bought were neatly hung in the closet of my private office. I took a tour of the general office area, using the water cooler as a reason for my walk thru, although I was really checking out if everyone else was gone. The office area was deserted. I took a deep breath as my heart started to beat a bit faster with the anticipation of what was to come. I went back to my office, which is really a private suite complete with its own bathroom. I closed the outer door and began the transformation from Chuck to Tracy. The first thing to be done, of course, was to shed Chuck's clothes. Next came a bubble bath and complete body shave. The water felt wonderful, and after shaving my legs they felt so utterly smooth and touchable! I lingered in the tub for awhile, enjoying the femininity of the bath oils and the scent I enjoy, Musk. After my bath, I began my makeup. I start with Lidia's CoverMark, which provides a magnificently smooth base to work with. As I continued with false eyelashes, eyeshadow lipstick, etc., Chuck slowly disappeared and Tracy came into being. My beautiful real hair wig completed the transition. I now began to dress myself, starting with a custom one-piece foundation that adds curves where needed and cinches my waist into a fabulous hour-glass figure. Over this I now put on some of the new things I bought today, a new camisole & tap pants set and a lacey garter belt. I was just sliding on my second stocking, when I suddenly realized that I was not alone! Standing in the doorway was one of our data entry clerks, a voluptous young lady named Julie that I had fantasized about for some time now. She stood there smiling at me and I could feel the blush developing in my cheeks. I thought that my goose was really cooked, as they say, but that was not the case at all. She stepped into the room and said "I don't think we've met. My name is Julie, what's yours?" Of course she knew perfectly well whose office this was and who I really was, but I replied "My name is Tracy." Julie then told me that she was truly pleased to meet someone like me. I was just the kind of 'woman' she fantasizes about! I sat there not quite knowing what to do and she suggested that I continue to get dressed. She then asked if it was okay with me if she watched me. I answered yes, knowing only too well that I really had no choice. I finished with my stockings and then went to the closet to select a dress. Julie came to the closet and asked if she could pick out a dress for me. I immediately said yes, enjoying the excitement of having someone share my intimate secret. She selected one of my favorite dresses and offered to help me put it on. By now I had a raging hard-on and she said to me: "We really should do something about that first, don't you think? It would ruin the feminine lines of this lovely dress." And before I could say anything, she knelt down and began to caress my balls and suck my cock! God, that was the sweetest blowjob I ever had! After she finished, Julie cleaned my cock and helped me into my dress. She sat me down in front of the mirror and fixed my hair. She selected jewelry for me to wear and then I was "complete". She then said, "Okay, lets go." I said "Go where?" Julie replied, "Why to dinner! Didn't I tell you? I decided to take to dinner as my guest." Well, I was really scared now, because Tracy had never been outside the companies walls. But Julie insisted, saying that I really would have no problem passing as a woman. She said I really learned all the mannerisms of a woman well, even the way I walk. What could I say? I was flattered! "But what about my voice?" I asked. I had no need until now to try to change my voice to be more feminine. "No problem", said Julie, "Since you're my guest anyway, I'll do the talking. I tell anyone who asks that you have laryngitis." Well, I didn't have too much of a choice, so I told myself this is your big chance to fulfill a lifetime fantasy, so go! And I did. We went to a restuarant where Julie was apparently a regular and knew many of the patrons. She kept introducing me as her dear friend Tracy, who was new in town and unfortunately, was suffering from laryngitis. I was in ecstacy! Everyone really thought of me as Tracy! Well, the dinner was just great and 'Tracy' enjoyed every minute of it. After we finished, and Julie had paid the bill, as we were getting ready to leave, she said "Lets stop at the ladies' room before we leave to freshen up." I was dumbfounded! I did not know what to do, so she just took my by the arm and in we went! I thought sure that this would be it, but again, I was just one of the ladies there! I used one of the stalls and sat down to urinate. Afterwards, I touched up my makeup and then we left! What joy! Julie suggested that we stop at her place for an after dinner drink and I said sure. Well, we had after dinner drinks and sex! She really got off on making it with a transformed transvestite! It was unbelievably great sex! Afterwards she drove me back to the office so that 'Chuck' could get home at a decent hour. At my office door she kissed me good- night and said "I really had a great time, tracy. I'd like you to think about moving out of this office and into my apartment." I was dumbfounded again! As she left she said: "Remember, I don't take NO for an answer!" Look for more about TRACY and her new found friend.  Back to top

Debby 

Events of the last two months have changed my life completely. I met my lover, Debby over a year ago, and we started our relationship after I changed jobs. Our physical relationship has been fireworks ever since our first night in bed over six months ago. It was as if we had just discovered sex. We wasted no time getting acquainted. This lady's performance in bed, or the floor, or wherever we get the urge, can be described as outstanding. One of the things that we explored early in our relationship was anal sex, and it became a regular part of our sexual repertoire. We usually indulge in an ass fucking at least once a day. Her response to having my cock up her rear passage causes me to get even harder. She said that she had tried anal sex before, but with me it was great. When I fuck her ass, she enjoys it so much. She can fuck me for hours that way and stay continually turned on. Her favorite position is when I lay on my back and she eases my dick up her ass. After seeing how turned on she gets when I fuck her ass, I began to wonder what it was like. After all, I have an ass too! One of the great things about our relationship is the honesty and openness. After another one of our great sex bouts, I asked her if it really felt that good. She said that it was her greatest turn on. Well, if she can cum that way, I reasoned that I should be able to also. She just smiled and said that we should investigate that. One of the other nice aspects of our relationship is that we move between roles, sometimes she is the aggressor and sometimes I am. She said that has created problems in her previous relationships, but I really enjoy it. We discussed the fact that there is a bit of the other sex in all of us, some masculine and some feminine. After all, we have both hormones in our systems, don't we? It was then that I confessed that several years ago I had gone in drag to a Halloween party and I had enjoyed it a lot. It was then that we decided to explore that aspect of sexuality a little further. That next Friday, she came home from work with a new outfit for me and makeup. She had bought a leather skirt, a red silk blouse, a garter belt and black hose, and a wicked pair of black five-inch heels. First I was sent to the bathroom and told to shave, everything. Off went the moustache, and hair on my legs and for good measure I shaved my crotch. After my shower, she went to work on my face. After my face was done, I donned a curly dark wig that she had. When I looked in the mirror, I was shocked. I looked good, I would have asked myself out. I put on a bra with some water balloons, and the garters and hose. I then slipped into the skirt and blouse. For the first time in my life I felt really dressed up. I felt sexier than I ever had in men's clothes. After she had gotten dressed, she decided to go out so she could show off her new "girl" friend. When she pulled into a topless bar, I got worried. She explained that this was the perfect place to go, I liked to go to them as a man, they were dark and the men in there would think we were hookers, so I should get lots of attention. After a few drinks I got more comfortable in my role as a lady. I decided to go play a little pinball. While I was on the machine, a tall, good looking guy came up and began fondling my ass. On one hand, I was really enjoying the attention, but I was a little scared that he might discover my secret. He started nibbling my ear, and invited me to leave. I responded in my best imitation female voice that my girl friend and I had other plans for the evening. I left him and headed for the ladies room to cool off. When I returned to the table, he was gone and Debby said that we should go home before I got into trouble. On the drive home, she said, "Now you know what we have to put with all of the time!" I had very mixed feelings at that point, although I had enjoyed the attention, the feminine side of me was coming out I had this fear of being discovered. When we got back home, Debby told me to sit down and let her fix me a drink. I was calming down a bit with my Scotch and water when the doorbell rang. She told me to stay seated while she answered the door. It was our friend from the bar. I was panicked. How did this happen? Debby invited him in and offered him a drink. I did my best to remain calm, and excused myself to the bedroom. Debby came in and told me that this was her was of fulfilling my fantasy. She said, "You always wanted to know how good it felt to be ass-fucked, well, you are about to find out." It was too late to back out now. She was right, I did want to find out, but I had kind of expected a strap-on dildo or something, not real live cock. She said, "Let's go get him ready." I followed her out of the bedroom and headed for the couch. After we sat down, Debby asked him if he had ever made it with two girls at once. He was delighted with the idea. She grabbed my hand and we took our places on either side of him on the couch. As she went to work on one ear, I did the other. Debby began to unzip his fly as I unbuttoned his shirt. Debby had his hard eight inch dick in her hand and was slowly masturbating him as I slipped his jeans off. Debby help his hard dick up and motioned for me to go down on it. I began to suck his dick in the same way I like to have mine sucked. While I was doing this, Debby was getting undressed. She moved around and took off my skirt. We then laid him out on the couch. Debby then grabbed me and kissed me deeply. It was then that I realized that this guy still thought that we were both women. While Debby explored my mouth with her tongue, he started feeling my ass. Debby broke off our kiss and asked him if he wanted to eat her pussy. As she settled on his face she pulled me over his crotch. His hard dick was slick with cum. Debby smiled as I eased his cock up my ass. I could hear him groaning as I felt his cock move into my ass. After I became accustomed to the feel, I began to slowly move up and down on his cock. I was so turned on by then, that I was ready to cum any moment. Debby grabbed my dick and began to stroke it. I was now feeling the tremendous turn on that she knew all so well, and she could tell that I understood. As I relaxed, I knew the pleasure of feeling a good hard dick inside me. I began to cum, not just an ordinary cum, but the kind of orgasm that women feel. It washed over me, and lasted for a long time. When I looked in Debby's eyes as she rode his face, I could tell that she was cumming too. When he came, I came again, I could feel him shooting into my ass. He kept driving deeper into me and I was loving it. I could feel his cum splashing into my bowels, and I came again. When his dick shrank, I uncoupled myself and put on my panties. He lay there, totally fucked out. He sat up and said that he really couldn't take any more. He got dressed and we both kissed him at the door. After he left, Debby and I had a good laugh, he never even caught on. I had explored another side of my sexuality that not too many men ever get a chance to do. I had thoroughly enjoyed the experience and I now knew what it was like to be fucked in the ass. Since then I have been able to truly enjoy both sides of my sexuality. Few people realize that everyone has a little bit of both sexes in them, and even fewer have the opportunity to enjoy both sides of their being. I have fallen even more in love with Debby since that night, and we have explored even more exciting experiences since then. One evening we included one of her girlfriends in our special relationship. We have opened up sides of each other that few people get the chance to explore nd it's only a going to get better.  Back to top

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