Masculine more than me

Lunch break without lunch was just a temporary, but ultimately unfulfilled, respite from another slog at the office. I hung my head over my mistake so much that my peers were quick to notice.

"Neil, we were gonna go out and get some subs. You wanna get some too?" Daniel was a co-worker, tall, lanky and clearly enjoying working at a DMV. Nobody got more excited by the rules of the road and filling things out in triplicate. With him was Turan, the man from Istanbul (not Constantinople), who took to his new country well.

With no better option, I shrugging accepted. "Yeah, forgot my lunch. Might as well."

A rare thing happened while on the way out however, a gorgeous woman entered the building, lighting the drab and dull building up like a fireworks display. Contrary to what people may think, beautiful people are exempt from the law of needing a driver's license, or at least never go to the DMV. Even more unexpected, the woman, a blonde wearing a low-cut sundress carrying a bag, bounded over to the three of us.

"Hi honey!" The woman said. "You didn't have lunch yet, did you?"

Turan and Daniel were confused, turning to each other with eyebrows raised, only for them to both turn to me with synchronized surprise when I responded.

"No, we were just gonna go out." I looked down at the bag she was carrying, recognizing it. "Ah, you brought my lunch."

"Y-your lunch...?" Daniel stuttered, his eyes darting between the lunch in her bag, me, her and her breasts. The disbelief on his face could have shattered mountains if it had physical force.

With a small bounce in her step (and chest), she held out the bag in front of her,offering my forgotten lunch. "It's a good thing I caught you then, otherwise the love I put into this would have been wasted fuzzy bear." She gave a girly wink, complete with a not to the side and a smile.

Turan raised an eyebrow."What is this fuzzy bear...?"

Our hands touched when I accepted her lunch, they lingered with me ending up with me stroking the finger before slipping the bag handle from her . She responded with a kiss, pulling my face down with a gentle tug on my tie. She whispered into my ear.

"You have got to be kidding me, man." Daniel was rubbing his eyes, as if trying to get something out of them.

Only able to process what he was seeing in silence, Turan struggled to comprehend what he was seeing. Surely, he could have chalked this up to a culture shock, something normal of America that he hadn't seen yet, but given Daniel's reaction, he was only left confused.

It was with slight hesitation that I pulled way from her kiss and whisper. "Thanks Amelia. Sorry I had to make you come out here just because I forgot."

Amelia smiled, dismissing the concern with a brush of her hand. "No no, I was going to go to the grocery store today anyway, and it's on the way."

"Well, I'll see you at home." I waved as she turned around, bounding away just the same as she came in. The long dress flitted to and fro as she went out the door. Being a surprisingly windy day, a gust of wind pushed the hem of her dress, revealing a flash of her legs.

"What the fuck was that?" Daniel exclaimed a bit too loudly, clearly flustered enough to forget some of the precious rules and regulations of the DMV. His arm gestured at the door with a broad swipe. "THAT'S your girlfriend!" People waiting in the uncomfortable chairs turned from staring at the display of the number being served.

Taken by surprise, I took a step back, as Daniel continued to flail his arm toward the door in his incoherent rage. "W-what is so odd about that?"

"But you?!" Daniel swung his arm toward me, nearly knocking my face with his hand with his long reach. "Having a girl like that!?"

Words and coherency came slightly easier to Turan. "Did you suddenly get a lot of money?" He looked over me me like a merchant appraising a good. "Neil doesn't look that great, and so clearly you haven't been going on shopping sprees."

With someone finally saying something that explained his incoherent confusion, Daniel again piped up. "I know!" His hand swung toward the door. "That was just so...DAMN!" Swinging back to me, I barely managed to dodge a backhand. "Neil, what do you do to get that sort a girl?"

"Maybe he is...how do you say it?" Turan made a gesture with his hands, initially small, but spreading them wider and wider.

"Of course!" The resounding sound of a slap to a forehead echoed in the DMV and people were entranced by the scene Daniel was making. "Maybe he's just been holding back all this time!" His voice went from somewhat loud to inappropriately loud. "You're gonna have to share some secrets on how to get a bangin' chick like that."

"Stop it." I said with a hushed voice, partly because I didn't want to continue to draw attention of the whole room, but also because of the piercing nature of the harsh whisper. "I just met her in a grocery store, had a conversation...and well..." I shrugged, I would have added a 'yadda yadda yadda' if this was Seinfeld or New York.

"It must be amazing conversation." Turan noted.

Stopped in his tracks by my whisper, Daniel seemed to notice how loud and animated he was getting and was reminded of the rules and etiquette of the DMV. He was much, much quieter when he continued. "Well, with a girlfriend that looked like that, and that made me lunch, I couldn't help but worry." Then Daniel hit me with one of those armor-piercing questions: "Don't you worry about her getting swooped up by someone...y'know, with money or that doesn't have a gut?"

It's easy to think you can just deflect these questions with an easy 'She loves me', but such responses are often denial or desperate. I didn't have the money with my job to buy her all the nice things she could want, and I didn't have a body that screamed 'Olympian', but rather more 'jog every once in a while'. It's never possible to tell when doubt has been planted, but it always sprouts with a bang.

* * *

Slightly more worn out from usual, the argument with Turan and Daniel the likely cause, I entered the kitchen with a little less enthusiasm than usual. Amelia was in an odd duality of outfit, yoga pants and sports bra with an apron. Her long, wavy blonde hair was up in a ponytail, a leftover from her workout. Given the slight glistening in the kitchen light as she moved, she still had a bit of sweat.

I came up behind Amelia, and watched her cutting up some butternut squash. She brushed some of the orange cubes into a plastic bag, most likely preparing it for freezing. Maybe she was preparing to make some risotto for the future.

Her cooking was always something I looked forward too. Even beyond the depressing nature of a lunch break without a lunch, I felt like I was was missing something besides a full stomach. Through the toughest slogs at the office, just as stressful to employees as customers, a reminder of what you are working for can make the unbearable tolerable. A spoonful of hot food made by Amelia could make stress melt away.

Even the salad she had made for me for lunch was enough to cool me off after the argument with the guys.

I wrapped my arms around her in a hug from behind. Her hair tickled my nose, as did the faint smell of sweat and fresh squash. "Hi Amelia." I ran my fingers across her stomach, feeling the movement of her breath, and the taut abdomen muscle, trained through yoga.

"You know not to surprise and hug me from behind when I'm holding a knife?" Amelia waved the knife, shining in the light before chopping the last few pieces of squash. She most likely smiled, somewhat amused by joke, pleased with the attention that she's getting from me. She shifted her body back and forth slightly, settling herself into my arms and body. "Welcome home fuzzy bear."

"Fuzzy bear? That was a pretty cute one. But the guys made fun of me for it."

She laughed, a tiny one for a quiet little amusement. "Well, I have my fun." Placing the knife on the table, and sealing the bag of butternut squash cubes, she then turned around in my arms, looking up at me. "But hopefully the guys didn't tease you too much." Her hazel eyes looked up into mine.

"They teased me, but the lunch you made helped." I then added another bit, trying to draw a little sympathy. "It-it still hurts a little."

"Did the extra special dressing I put on the salad at least help make it a little better?" She moved her arms up, draping them around my neck. Amelia pulled herself a little closer to me, her body pressing up against me. Each breath from her moved her breasts up and down my chest.

I nodded. "Yeah, as soon as you whispered to me that you put in some extra love in the lunch, I knew it was going to be all right then." Her special dressing was really thin, and it had a really slimy consistency, but it was the purest form of her love. I wouldn't let anyone else ever have a taste. "It's really the best."

"You know Neil," Amelia said, stirring in my arms, and smiling a dirty smile "that's really sweet of you to say. It has some..." her eyes moved downward, leading mine to look down underneath the apron and sports bra. She parted her legs slightly, allowing one of mine to get in between the gap. "...effects on me." Between her thighs was something pushing and begging for some space and air from within her yoga pants.

Even though the day wore me out a bit, my girlfriend's naughty requests were always something that I found energy for. She herself was a source of energy for me. "I suppose if my girl wants it, she gets it."

"Suppose?" She raised an eyebrow.

"If my girl wants it, she gets it." I corrected myself, spoiling her was never a bad idea. Ceasing my embrace, I kneeled down on the floor. Even as the apron still hung around her neck obscuring it, I could tell she was aroused and yearning for some release and affection. I reached out, running my leg along the inside of her thigh, her dick was hard to the touch.

Our first time was something especially awkward. While I was entirely unsuspecting of her having a dick, she was entirely unsuspecting of a guy that was willing to try her fantasies after only a little explanation, coaxing and a fluttering of eyelashes. That night, when we first had sex, I let her push me down onto the bed. In a perverse twist, she had done me like I had wanted to do to her. She had wrapped her arms around me like I wanted to do to her. I wrapped my legs around her like I wanted her to do. I was thrust into gently as I wanted to do to her. I curled my toes with pleasure like I had wanted her to do. Only the kiss at the end was the same as I had imagined.

The apron fell to the floor, and the erection was only imprisoned within her yoga pants for a moment as she pulled them down as well. Her dick, well beyond the size of my own, jutted from her flat stomach like a skyscraper on a flat plain.

"After hearing about you liking the special dressing I put in your salad, I figured you would want some more...straight from the tap." One of her hands was stroking her dick, even through it was already fully erect from grinding against me and my sweet words, she was pumping a little more precum out and rubbing it along her shaft. Along with a little bit of the sweat from earlier, only made the shaft glisten and look more succulent. Her other hand was on the back of my head.

"Amelia, can I at least change out of my clothes?"

"Don't ruin the mood. I'm doing laundry tomorrow." Without a chance for rebuttal, she pulled her hand forward, pressing my head into the head of her dick. She cooed pleasingly as she entered the warm confines of my mouth, and squirmed as I did more than passively take it.

The salty taste of the sweat from earlier with the slimy texture of the precum would make it seem like it was an unpleasant taste, but it was Amelia's taste, it couldn't be unpleasant. She did not let me tease and toy with her, but rather took matters into her own hands, pumping her hips to and fro, in and out of my mouth. Her pace was slow, savoring the tight ring of lip and the careful, practiced tongue that was running along her flesh.

The hand holding my head stead caressed my hair. "Mmm..." Amelia squirmed a little as she moaned, her hips never losing its slow, methodical rhythm. "You're the best at this Neil..." When she got aroused and pleased like this, her voice would almost turn into a squeak, matching her squirming. "I want to go deeper inside you, is that okay?"

My mouth stuff full of her cock, my affirmative response came out as a muffled 'Sure'. I tried to relax myself, suppress my gag reflex and opened my mouth wide. With the normal blowjob, I could only get most of her dick inside of my mouth. It was only through deepthroat that I could accept all of her into me. It was somewhat ironic, only by making myself vulnerable was I able to accept all of her uniqueness. Sliding deeper inside me, more and more of her cock was able to fit into my mouth, pushing into my throat.

She leaned forward, nudging my head back slightly, making it easier. Even beyond making it easier to slide herself down my esophagus, she was hungering, lusting for that release, for more attention from me. "Please please please take it all!" Her body had curled forward nearly in a half-circle, her hands holding the back of my head, gently pulling it closer to her hips.

Strained, but not beyond something I haven't done before, I finally took in her dick to the hilt. My nose was buried for a moment in her thin bush of pubic hair, drinking the scent of feminine allure and the musk of masculine arousal. As quick as I was pushed into it, she withdrew, sliding part of her cock out of my throat and pushing it back in. Her previously rhythmic and gentle pace was starting to become more desperate and random, never getting really rough or painful, but giving her more frantic hips, her quivering legs and louder pants from above me, she was getting close.

"It's coming, it's coming..." Amelia kept repeating the phrase, a mantra, or it was the only thing consuming her thoughts at the time. Her hands loosened their grip on my head, stroking my hair lovingly.

Her loosened grip was enough to let me pull back and get her dick out of my mouth. I gasped for a moment, taking in all the fresh air that was so limited a moment ago and dived back into pleasing my girlfriend. My tongue ran up and down her long cock, already twitching and beginning to orgasm. As my ministration continued, her legs buckled and she let out a cute groan. Her special dressing, her semen, was shot out of her cock, making a mess primarily on my face. My tongue did not stop, lapping up the semen that was dribbling down the shaft, trying to coax more and more out of it.

Spent, Amelia sank down on her knees with me, panting as she came down from orgasmic high. Like an dog, her tongue started to lap up the fluid on my face. Although competed with her by running a finger along my face, scooping up the semen and tasting it like a chef tastes the sauce. When my face was clean, we kissed. She pushed the semen she didn't swallow into my mouth.

"Did you like the sauce?" She said, still panting.

I was not in much different shape, panting as well, albeit for a different reason. "Well, yeah, of course." One more pant passed. "But I thought you were calling it a special dressing?"

"Context...dependent." She said in-between pants. Beyond the flub in terminology, she continued. "Thanks for that. I know you just got off work, so I'm grateful for the attention."

My eyes went downward, back toward her cock, hers had followed mine. She was still ready for round two. "Amelia...?"

"No, it's all right. I know you're tired." She smile weakly. "I can just let it pass, or go vent with the internet."

Any exhaustion in my bones was purged in a blazing inferno of lust, passion and jealousy at her suggestion. My girlfriend getting off to someone else, even porn stars, was beyond unacceptable. It was unthinkable, uncondonable if I had any say. With a big deep breath, I steeled myself for what was going to happen, and picked her up in a princess carry.

"W-what are you doing Neil!?" Amelia flailed weakly in my arms, resisting, but not resisting at the same time. Even her exclamation was half serious protestation, half laughing.

I was no bodybuilder, so I struggled slightly as I made my way to the bedroom, fortunately only down a hall. "I'm the only one that's gonna satisfy you! There is no letting it pass or getting off to someone else!" I yelled perhaps a bit too loud for the evening, but I didn't care.

Amelia's half-hearted struggling stopped, as she became quiet and docile. Her arms wrapped around my neck, accepting my carry and curling tighter around me. She smiled softly. "You're an big idiot you know." The tone of her voice was soft, meek and as insincere as hell.

"Yeah, I'm a big idiot." I crossed the threshold of the bedroom door. Contrary to what may have been ideal, there was no rose petals on the bed, candles or music playing. I was tired from work and probably looked like a mess, Amelia was still sweaty from her workout and hardly wearing anything lacy or erotic, and her hair was still in her lazy workout ponytail. It was under these unideal and pathetic circumstances and atmosphere that I laid Amelia on the bed.

She watched as I stripped. Her smile faded somewhat when she saw I was as aroused and erect as she was. My dick was smaller, but her endowment was definitely beyond the ordinary, even if a women usually had cocks. "You know, you can..." Amelia trailed off.

Amelia liked to be on top, she liked to take the dominant role, she liked to be the one that penetrated. I knew that it was source of unease for her, taking a man like she always does and not being very interested in letting him a man take her like he would want. Even the first time they had sex, she was the one who took the lead and pushed herself inside of me.

"Nah, it's all right." I said as I removed my underpants, leaving the tie and shirt on (albeit unbuttoned). "I said I was the only one who was gonna satisfy you, I'm gonna satisfy the fuck outta you." I knew what she liked, and I wouldn't have stayed with her if I didn't enjoy it at least a little. Being embraced from behind, with her big C cups on my back, her inside me and her pleased moans in my ears is something that few people can ever enjoy, and I relish it. "How do you want to do it, er, me?"

I had asked her when she was taking of her sports bra, leaving her naked and thinking. Amelia moved on the bed, shifting toward the edge of the bed, swinging her legs off the edge. "Well, if you w-want..." She was unusually shy, her head looking down, eyes the same. "I-I want to see your face."

I suppose role reversal was just what we did in the bedroom. After a few moments of deliberation and discussion, I was on my back, legs in the air like a woman. Amelia was holding herself atop of me, ready to push her dick inside me like a man. Except that I was no woman and Amelia was no man. It was a strange relationship that was a a reversal and the norm at the same time.

She hesitated, and I acted instead. My legs wrapped around her hips, and pulled them forward. "C'mon Amelia, let's do this." Her dick pushed inside me without much resistance. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and her face, clearly enjoying being inside me. I couldn't help but smile.

Her hips started to move. Unlike with the blowjob, there was not quite so much of a slow rhythm or gentle thrust, but more inconsistent pace and power. Given the flushed face and moans, she was enjoying it.

I couldn't hide my enjoyment as well, as I'm sure she could feel, my cock was throbbing against her stomach, precum smearing onto her. Even if it was an unorthodox pleasure for a man, her cock inside of my ass was hitting at just the right spots, spreading just enough to make it pleasurable. Her hips pushed my ass upward, changing the angle and rubbing up against my prostrate.

 Even thought she was enjoying it, she wasn't smiling.

"I really love it when you do this to me Amelia." Moans came from my mouth as I spoke.

Her hips continued their inconsistent movement, but slowly started to be a little more consistent.

"I want this." My hand reached up and finger digging into her blonde hair. "Give me what I want." Pulling her face toward me, I kissed her. In-between kisses, I continued. "I don't care how I get it, but I want you." My tongue went back in her, playing with each other for a moment. "Amelia, you are always what I want."

"I-I love you..." Amelia said as her hips found their rhythm and started giving me a passionate, powerful thrusts inside me. As she pulled away, focusing on her hips and the tight confines that her cock was within. She was smiling.

As her cock was pounding me into a mental haze, my hand withdrew from her hair and ran along her face. Her sweat and tears were wiped away from my hand. "There we go..." I said in a long moan, "give it to me like you really mean it." The repeated massage her long dick was giving my prostrate was having an effect, creating a slippery mess of precum on our stomachs. The slippery surface between our stomachs stroked my cock almost as good as a handjob.

"Does it feel good?" Her voice was staccato, each word said with each thrust.

I could only say one thing in response. "Yeah, it feels amazing."

She continued to smile, her face also showing that she was also on a trip to orgasmic high, sharing the same pleasurable haze as I was. "Do-do you want it inside...?"

Actions speak louder than words, and I learned a little from Amelia: I tightened my legs around Amelia's hips, preventing her from withdrawing, preventing her from doing anything but cumming inside of me. "What do you think?"

With no other option, she bottomed out inside of me, her cock as deep inside me as it could go. Her arms dug under the bed, wrapping around me and held me tight. Her breasts were tightly pressed against me, rubbing against me with the minute movements that I allowed her. Her taut, flat stomach muscles rubbed against my cock, massaging it and bringing it to the brink of orgasm, as if the prostate pounding and anal stimulation wasn't enough already.

Her head fell, coming down besides me, biting the sheets and moaning into the mattress. My arms embraced her as I kissed her neck. "I love you Amelia." As I felt the hot jizz filling me, I came, the anal stimulation and ab-job pushed me over the limit.

After the last drops of semen were wringed from her cock by me, she pulled out. The hot fluid seeped from my hole and onto the bed. She sank onto me, but it was only momentary, before she slid off of me to the side. Amelia, even after she fucked me hard, fast and passionately, would curl up beside me. One hand would rest on my chest, the other curled up around my arm, our legs entwined.

This Amelia always made me smile. Even though she took the lead in bed, when it was all over, she was just as much of a cute girl as anyone could be.

"You know." Amelia was still panting, and I could feel from her clinging to my arm that her heart was still racing. "You try and spoil me a lot..."

Spoiling her was the only way I knew how to deal with her. The guys were right, she was totally out of my league. I was just a normal guy with a shit job, a bit of a gut and willingness to get fucked by a girl. She was gorgeous and amazing. If I didn't do everything to indulge her, keep her happy, she'd run off with someone else. I thank God that she hasn't found someone with a lot of money yet.

She shifted, turning her head more into the pillow than looking at me. Bashful was not a normal Amelia. "I worry sometimes." Her voice was muffled by the pillow and she took her time trying to find the right words. "I worry about you."

Given the tone, timing and tempo of her speaking right now, this was a serious pillow talk. This was no coy flirting. Nor was it an angry serious talk, which usually involved her waiting for me to come home, a vein pulsing on her forehead and foot tapping while she waited by the door.

"You spoil me so much. I think of other girls that are..." Her trailing off was telling "it makes think if I'm...worthy of it..."

"Am I too good for you?" I said, breaking her monologue.

She said nothing, but squirmed a little in her spot.

Though Amelia isn't really interested in getting fucked like a normal girl, she's not much different from a normal girl otherwise. In the bedroom though, she has to put a man through something as humiliating as getting fucked to really enjoy herself. Maybe she thinks that's something no man would want. Maybe she thinks because she's not like other girls because she's got something extra means she's not as good as them. Since I sucked her off so willingly, and turned down the opportunity to fuck her, maybe she thinks I'm doing unpleasant things for her.

I don't know what she was thinking, but I couldn't help but laugh at her insinuation. "We're both too good for the other." I slid one arm under the pillow her face was on, and tried to nudge her from hiding in it. I wanted her to look at me for this. "The 'Fuzzy Bear' wasn't the reason the guys were making fun of me, it was because they thought you were too good for me. I suppose I believed it a little deep down." I turned to her, who didn't have her head buried in the pillow. "Do you like it when I spoil you?"

"Yeah." Amelia choked up a little, having sobbed a little in the pillow.

"I like spoiling you." I turned on my side, facing her.

"You're too good for me." She repeated her concern, although she didn't sound as concerned about it.

"And you're too good for me." I repeated my own concern. "I suppose the only reason we stay together is because we don't want to let go of the prize we stumbled upon."

We laughed.

Wife To Husband and husband to wife transformation

 Original Credit goes to : 
From: Jamie T <amaybetgirl@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gen X episode 1 TG Chemical

GEN X episode 1
By Tgirl Jamie
amaybetgirl@yahoo.com

"Hurry up honey," Trish yelled up to me.  "The waves are calling."

"Be right there baby," I shouted back.  "Have to go to the bathroom."  I
walked past the mirror on my way to the toilet, stopping to admire my body
for a second.  My breasts looked unbelievable in my new pink bikini and the
thong bottom barely covered my bald womanhood.  The hint of a camel toe was
barely visible thru the material that hugged my outer lips.

I peeled down my bottom and sat down to pee.  When I finished, I wiped and
saw the familiar red streak on the toilet paper that signaled the arrival
of my period.  I walked out with my bottom off and reached under the sink
to get out a tampon.

My favorite part of the month was that first insertion of a tampon. I
looked at my pussy for a moment as I put one foot up on the counter and
positioned the tampon in place between my labia.  My inner lips were
slightly swollen with excitement, I guess because this was just the sixth
period of my life.  An odd thing for a 30 year old woman.

This was so because 7 months earlier I had been a man.

It all started 8 months ago.  The buzz across the globe was the FDA
approval of GEN X and GEN Y—new drugs that altered a person's sex at the
basic, chromosomal level.  It was touted as the cure for transsexuality and
made sex change surgery obsolete.  And, it was reversible.

My wife Trish and I had enjoyed a very open sexual relationship and had
explored many areas that some people would call taboo.  Trish often had
lesbian fantasies and I often wore her G Strings to work.  This day was no
exception, although I had shaved my pubic hair that morning as a surprise
for her.  The surprise was actually mine as it turned out.

I came home from work and found Trish waiting for me on the sofa in just a
garter belt and stockings, with a silk scarf covering her pussy.

"Hi Jimmy," She cooed.  "I thought we could lick each others' pussies
tonight."

"Oh sweetie—not again.  Can't we have regular sex tonight?  I'm not into
the ball licking.."

"I don't lick your balls honey.  I eat your pussy," Trish retorted "You
know you like it.  I spied you shaving your balls this morning so they
would look like labia.  Besides I have two surprises for you."

"Surprises?"

With that, she removed the silk scarf that covered her pussy to reveal her
hairless cunt.  Trish was very stubborn about even trimming her pubic hair
and had had such a bush that it actually looked like she had a cock and
balls when she wore a bikini.  I had been basically begging her to get
waxed for years and she had finally done it.  Her gorgeous tiny labia
glistened with her juice and parted as she spread her legs to give me a
better view of her swollen clit.

"You got a bikini wax?"

"It is actually a brazillian when they take ALL the hair off.  Since you
shaved your pussy, I thought it was the least I could do."

My cock stirred in my pants.  I wasn't even bothered by the fact that she
called my crotch a pussy.  "You said you had two surprises."

Trish pointed to a Victoria's Secret box on the table.  "Open it."

I opened the box to find an identical garter belt and stockings to the ones
she was wearing.  "What's this?"

"It's for you baby.  With you so shaved and feminine down there, I thought
you would look so hot."  She stood up and began to undo my pants.  "No
Trish, don't," I began to protest, realizing what I had done that morning.

 "What's this, you naughty boy—or should I say, naughty girl.  Getting into
my G-strings have you? Oh, and what have we here?  You didn't just shave
your labia this morning, you shaved that huge clit of yours too."

She began wildly sucking my cock.  "Oh yes, baby, yes.  Suck my cock.  Suck
it hard."

Trish stopped immediately.  "I am NOT sucking your cock James.  I am
licking your clit."

"Whatever honey.  Just keep doing it."

"Not until you get dressed."

"Dressed?"

She reached in the box and held up the garter belt and began to wrap it
around my waist.

"Oh no honey...I am not into this."

"Fine.  You will not be getting your girl cock sucked tonight and don't
even think about licking my bald cunt."  As she said this, she made a V
with her fingers and pulled her clit hood up, revealing her huge, hairless
button.

I was too horny to pass it up.  "OK, OK...just this once."

She quickly snapped the garter belt around me and had the stockings on me
and connected to the garters in seconds.

"Oh, yes, baby.  That's my girl." Trish cooed.  "You look so sexy shaved."
Trish took my hand and sat me on the sofa and spread my legs.  "Oh yes,
baby—you are going to get a treat."

She began kissing down my stomach toward my throbbing cock.  Finally she
got to the head and kissed the underside of it.  Instead of shoving my cock
in her mouth though, she continued kissing down the shaft, stopping right
at the base between my balls.  She took her fingers, made a V and pushed my
balls inside my body.

"Oh yes baby.  Look at that pussy.  So swollen and pink.  What do you want
me to do?"

"Oh Trish.  Do that thing you do.  Lick it."

"Lick what?"

I knew what she wanted.  "My pussy baby.  Eat my hot pussy you naughty
lesbian."

"Mmmmm."  With that, she wildly began licking my scrotum and base of my
shaft.  "Oh baby, your pussy tastes so incredible."

Trish pushed my knees up so my legs almost hurt from being spread so far.
I became aware of the garter belt and stockings and found I liked the
feeling they had.

Trish was busy licking away at my scrotum when all of a sudden she found a
spot that felt good—really good.  "That's the spot baby—right there—just
like that," I moaned.  "Lick my swollen clitoris."  I couldn't believe I
said that, or how great it felt.  Within seconds I began spasming
uncontrollably, with my garter-belted ass bucking up and down wildly as I
came all over myself without my cock even being touched.

"That's my girl.  Wasn't that nice?  You could have that every night if you
wanted," she teased.

"What do you mean," I inquired as my breathing calmed down.

"Gen X has gotten its approval.  You could become a woman in less than a
month."

"Oh, no honey, don't even think about it.  If you are so interested in
switching, you grow a dick."

"Would you want to suck it—honestly?"

She got me there and she knew it.  "Yes, you know I am curious about giving
head."

"Well, let's do it—and, I'll make you a deal.  If you do it, I'll have my
pubic hair permanently removed."

"But you'll have a cock—not exactly what I had in mind."

"I would not stay that way.  Just long enough for you to use your hot mouth
to get me hard and for me to give your pussy a test drive.  Then I would
shrink that thing right off of me."

"And then I would grow my dick back and we would go back to normal?"

"Except you will be eating my bald pussy for the rest of your life..."

I have to hand it to my wife.  She knew how to push my buttons.  I agreed
and two days later we were in the office of Dr Trista Evans, one of the
creators of Gen X and Gen Y.

"Gen X and Gen Y were designed as cures for Transsexuality," Dr Evans
began.  "But the reversibility factor has made it chic for husbands and
wives to switch roles for a bit—something that attracts some people."

"Can you tell us what it involves," Trish asked.

"Certainly.  It is a one time treatment.  Men have an X chromosome added to
their DNA and gradually become female over the course of around 30 days.
Women get the Y and become shemales in the same time frame."

"Shemales?  Not men," asked Trish.

"Unfortunately—or fortunately depending on your point of view yes.  The
drug does not completely transform a woman into a man, although her DNA
would be male and she would have testicles a penis—and a large one at that,
but her breasts and hips and other female features remain.  The breasts
actually grow 1 to 2 cup sizes in most cases.

"But it is totally reversible?" I asked.

"So long as she does not lose her virginity a woman can return to his life
as a man.  For the she-male, he can only return to life as a woman if she
does not achieve orgasm or ejaculation."

"What do you mean?" Trish said

"Well, for a man who becomes a woman, the drug is designed to change the
testicles into ovaries.  This change is temporary unless the hymen is
broken.  When this happens, the testicles rapidly ovarize and the change is
irreversible.  The good news is that recipients can experience clitoral
orgasms and even have a small amount of vaginal penetration."

"What about a woman who becomes a she-male?"  I inquired

"Unfortunately not so lucky," Dr Evans continued.  "The process involves
the ovaries dropping into the scrotal sac after the labia have fused and
the vagina atrophies.  They are still ovaries, but if the recipient
achieves orgasm, the ovaries immediately convert to testicles and the
vagina dissolves.  And--just a warning, the first she-male orgasm can last
3 to 4 hours as this process takes place.  Once it has begun, there is no
stopping it. It is a very tiring experience to ejaculate for that time
period.  Not nearly as fun as it sounds"

"But even if it did, the person could have a regular sex change, and go
back to being a woman though, right?" Trish popped in.

"No," Dr Evans answered.  "The nerve endings are so intricate in a clitoris
that becomes a penis that we cannot preserve them in a neo-clitoris.  And,
for reasons we cannot explain, the neo vagina has closed up in every case
we have tried.  But even if we could get over this, a surgeon would not
perform the surgery with no possibility of their patient ever achieving
orgasm again.  Additionally, the drug can only be administered once, so it
could not be used to return a person's gender."

"So it has happened—that people want to change back?" I asked.

"Yes—mostly when there has been an accident resulting in the change being
permanent."

"An accident?"

"Just last week, we had a patient who was masturbating with her wife,
apparently using a sex toy that was inserted in both of them
simultaneously.  Things got out of hand and it slid too far in her and she
broke her hymen.  Last month a woman accidentally slipped and impaled
herself on a dildo.  Both did not want to remain female.  We have had a few
instances too of one partner performing fellatio for too long on a shemale
patient and he reached orgasm."

"Wow, that's awful," Trish said, half laughing.

"I cannot urge you both strongly enough to be careful if you go through
with this.  It is easy to get caught up in a passionate moment and make
this permanent."

Trish and I discussed it for a long period of time and agreed that it would
be senseless if not torturous to have her go thru with it just so I could
get her cock hard and then do nothing.  We decided that I would be the only
one to do it and informed Dr Evans.

The procedure was relatively simple.  I removed my clothing and put a
hospital gown on.  The nurse put me on a table in stirrups and Dr Evans
came in.

She lifted my gown exposing my hairless cock and balls.  "You are already
shaved I see.  Good.  Let's get started."  She gave me a series of
injections in my balls that took around 10 minutes and then flipped my gown
back down.  "OK, you are done.  Your next appointment is in 2-3 weeks.
Approximately 30 days from now you will be a genetic female.  Anytime after
that, you can take the reversing agent, so long as you remain a virgin."

I couldn't believe it was that simple.  Trish and I left holding hands.  I
could not believe what I had just done.

That night Trish treated me to an unbelievable night of sex.  Dr Evans said
the skin in my genital area might be a bit irritated, so Trish got a jar of
Vaseline and spread it all over my cock and balls and then my ass as well.
She gave me a two-handed handjob and tickled my lubricated balls.

"Oh baby, you are so wet and slippery," she said.  "Wonder what it tastes
like?"  With that, she began licking my balls—vaseline and all.

As good as my balls felt, it felt even better when she suddenly moved down
and began licking my anus.

"Oh God, Trish—that feels incredible," I moaned

"Wait till you feel this, baby."

And with that, she plunged a dildo all the way up my ass.  I immediately
shot a load high into the air.

"Whoa baby.  Guess that felt good. What just happened," she asked.

"The dildo hit my prostate.  Instant cum...God that felt good."

"You can have that every night in your pussy in a few weeks baby."

Ha ha.  I have told you.  You can eat me for a few days or weeks.  Then I
am taking the reversing agents.  I want to grow my dick back."

Trish smiled at me.  "We'll see."

For the next two days there was nothing different about me.  I began to
wonder if Gen X really worked.  On the third day however, all of my body
hair fell out.  My skin was baby smooth, too.  And my pubic hair began
growing back, but in more of an inverted triangle than it was before.

I panicked a bit and wondered if my cock still worked.  I sat down in front
of the mirror and jerked it furiously.  It sprang to life and I was quickly
relieved, though I did not have the desire to masturbate to climax.  As I
got dressed, I went to Trish's drawer and got out a silk and lace G-string
and slid into it.  I noticed that my hips seemed a bit wider than they had.
When I looked at myself in the mirror I realized that I was growing a
woman's ass.

Four more days went by with nothing.  I woke up on my 7th day after the
treatment with Trish sucking on my nipples—and I mean my nipples.  That
night my nipples had transformed completely.  The areola was now three
inches wide and the nipple itself was like the tip of a large eraser.

"Oh baby, you have little titties," Trish moaned as she sucked and fondled
them.  Her hand moved down my stomach, but my hand beat her to my crotch.
I didn't know what I would find down there.

Everything was the same between my legs, although my pubic hair was growing
in quickly—I had a bush in fact.  As I touched my scrotum though, I noticed
a moistness about it—I was actually wet from Trish playing with my nipples.
I moved my hand up to my nose to smell it and sure enough, I smelled
vaginal juices.

Trish's hand had also found my wetness.  "Oh, my God honey.  You're wet,"
she said as she licked her fingers.  "Oh God, that tastes incredible."  In
an instant, her mouth was on my balls lapping my juice faster than I could
make it.  One hand pressed my balls in and the other was fingering the
underside of my throbbing cock the same way I finger her clit.  At least I
could still get hard I thought, but I never remembered it being this
sensitive before.

"Mmmm.  Oh Trish, keep going baby.  That feels so good."

"Keep doing what baby?"

"Keep licking my pussy and fingering my clit."

"That's my girl.  Ready to Cum?"  And with that she placed a vibrator where
her fingers were.  I immediately erupted in an orgasm.  Trish licked up my
huge load and then French kissed me, letting my own cum drip into my
throat.  I swallowed eagerly.

Three days later I had C-cup breasts.  They were literally perfect.  My
hair—both on my head and my dick had grown at exponential rates.  There was
no fooling anyone anymore.

"Honey, I think we need to talk about your wardrobe," Trish said.

"What?"

"Well, look in the mirror.  You cannot go out dressed like a guy anymore.
You have breasts and gorgeous curvy hips.  Have you thought about
tomorrow?"

"The beach party?  Oh honey, there is no way I can go."

"You promised me we would go. All our friends know what you are doing and
they think it is so sweet and so cool.  Besides I got the cutest white
bikini for you."

"A bikini?  No, no, no way.  I am not wearing a bikini."

"Well, I've got news for you Jamie—that's what I'm calling you from now
on--you can't go to the beach topless.  And a loose T shirt is not going to
hide those huge mounds.  The bikini is in the bathroom.  Try it on."

I knew she was right.  I went to the bathroom and put the top on—which was
a lot harder than it looks.  Then I slinkied into the bottom and emerged.

"Oh yes baby.  You look so beautiful.  Only two problems."

I already knew.  "I know, the bulge in my bottom and my pubic hair."

"Get dressed."  I'm taking you out."

We quickly picked out a black leather mini skirt for me and a pink
camisole.  I have to say, I looked hot, especially with stockings and fuck
me pumps.

Trish took me to the mall where we went to her salon.  A woman named Sheri
met us.

"I'm ready for you now Jamie!  Why don't you get ready and I'll be right
in."

I sat in the room by myself, not knowing what to do or what I was there
for.

Sheri came back a few minutes later.  "Not undressed yet?  Don't be shy.
Trish told me it was your first bikini wax.  If you want, you can leave
your skirt on—and your underwear it you'd like."

"Well, that is not it, it's just that I, uh..."

"Have a penis?" Sheri finished.

"Just didn't know if you knew."

"I have several Gen X customers honey.  Sit down and let's get you cleaned
up."

I unzipped my skirt, removed it and sat on the table.  I wasn't wearing any
panties, so it was a bit embarrassing—especially with the garter belt and
stockings on.  "I'm sorry I have this on Sheri—I didn't know we were coming
here."

"Honey, almost all T-girls come in here with garter belts on.  Most come in
with tampons in their asses too.  Makes them feel more feminine.  Don't be
sorry.  Trish said just a partial—you OK with that or do you want a
brazillian?"

"No, let's just do the sides so nothing pokes out my bikini."

"You got it."  And with that, she spread the blue/green wax on my crotch.
It felt nice and warm—soothing.  This feeling of course ended when she
ripped my hair off in two long strips.  It wasn't too painful, but not
pleasant either.  Sheri held a mirror up to my crotch.  "How's that?  A
neat and clean vegas strip"

I looked in the mirror.  I was left with a perfect 2 inch wide strip of
pubic hair.  "Looks hot.  I mean good."

"No, it does look hot honey.  You are a special guy to do this for your
wife.  Wish my hubby would do it for me.  See you in a few weeks."

That night was another hot night of oral sex.  Trish worshipped my crotch
in a new and mindblowing ways.  I could barely take it.

The next day was my next real life test.  I was so nervous as I again put
my bikini on.  Sheri had done an amazing job—no hair stuck out whatsoever.
My dick and balls however, were another matter.  They had shrunk a bit the
past two days, but clearly I was not flat down there.  I tried to tuck them
in, but it wasn't working

"Let me help you with that baby," Trish offered.  She slid my bottom down
and pushed my balls up inside me.  Today, they went in really easily as
though there was a cavity waiting for them.  Then she kissed my shriveling
cock before yanking it between my legs and quickly pulling my bikini bottom
up.

"There.  Take a look.  You have a more feminine crotch than I do," Trish
laughed.

She was right.  Her pubic hair had grown so fast it was incredible.  "Wow.
That looks amazing.  I look like I have a—"

"Pussy is the word you are looking for sweetie.  Come on , let's go."

The beach party was awesome.  I felt naked, but comfortable.  I never knew
how sexy a woman felt in a bikini and it made my huge nipples erect all
afternoon.  All of our friends were shocked at how much I'd changed.  A few
were bold enough to ask what my crotch looked like or if my breasts were
real.

When we got home, I peeled my bathing suit off in front of the mirror.  My
tan lines made me feel like a woman and I just stared at myself as I took
my top off.

"Nice tan baby girl," Trish said as she removed her bikini.  "You are
getting so beautiful.  Come here."

With that, she knelt down in front of me and reached for my balls.  "Wow.
They are gone."

"What?"

"Your balls.  They aren't dropping back down."  She smiled in approval.

I tugged at my crotch and all that was left was an empty sac.  It looked
like I had large, slutty labia and a big clit, although my cock had shrunk
to about 2 inches in length.  I burst into tears.

"What's wrong baby."

"It is just so real now.  I don't think I want to do this Trish.  I don't
want to be a woman."

"Oh my sweetie.  You have to complete this before you can go back.  Here,
let me make your manhood feel better."  With that she took my shriveling
member in her mouth and sucked hard.  I saw her reach over on the counter
and put her finger in the Vaseline jar before probing my anus.  My cock
sprang to life and amazingly grew to its usual erect length..  "Oh baby—I
want your cock so bad," Trish cooed as she finished taking her bikini off.

We basically had not had regular sex since I had taken Gen X and the
thought of being inside Trish almost made me cum right then.  She bent over
the counter and I kneeled behind her to lick her hairy cunt.  I don't know
if it was the hair or because I hadn't been down there for so long, but her
labia looked huge.

"Fuck me baby," she moaned.  I positioned myself behind her and quickly
began pumping in and out of her.  I could not believe how tight her cunt
was.  Either I had grown or she had shrunk.  I was not going to last long.

"Oh Trish, I'm going to cum in an minute."

"Wait baby, I'm stroking mine too."

I looked in the mirror and saw Trish playing with her clit.  Instead of
rubbing it though, it had swelled to 2 or 3 inches and she was actually
stroking it like a cock.  Within seconds I felt her already tight orifice
clamp down on my manhood just as I shot a load inside of her.

"Honey—you were so aroused.  I don't think I have ever seen your clit so
big."

She smiled at me and led me to bed.  I didn't know it at the time, but I
had just had my last male orgasm.

The next morning I woke up and instinctively reached down to scratch my
balls.  Of course they weren't there, but my cock wasn't either!  It had
shrunk in the night as had my scrotum.  I got a mirror and inspected my
area.  It was now a vulva with outer labia and inner labia that were still
fused together.  At the top, the little nubbin that used to be my cock had
officially transformed itself into a clitoris.  As I ran my hand over it,
chills and tingles nearly made me pass out.  I heard Trish come in and
quickly pulled my panties up.

"Good morning baby girl.  Work called and I have to go out of town for a
few days.  I'll go with you to your appointment and then right to the
airport."

We went to Dr. Evans' office in separate cars and met inside.  The nurse
helped me into the stirrups so I could get my first pelvic exam and then
left me to wait for Dr. Evans.  I didn't want Trish to see my womanhood
yet, so I asked her to wait outside.

Dr Evans came in and got the first view of my new vulva.  "Perfect.  And
right on schedule.  Let's get a closer look."  With that, she pushed the
stirrups wider apart. It pulled my labia taut and hurt a bit until I heard
a pop and the pressure was suddenly relieved.  "Ah, there we are.  Your
labia minora have separated and you now have a vaginal introitus."

"What does that mean?" I asked.

 "Put bluntly you have a slit and an opening to your vagina," Dr. Evans
said.  "You are now a fully functioning woman.  Let me remind you that you
must preserve your hymen if you wish to return to your male life."

"Don't worry Dr. Evans.  I will be back her in a few weeks as virginal as
ever."

We started to leave, but Trish said she had to go back.  "I just want to
ask Dr. Evans a few questions honey—you go on home.  I'll go to the airport
from here and see you the day after tomorrow."

We kissed and she was on her way.

Much of that day I spent looking at my new crotch.  I could not believe
that just a few weeks earlier I had had such a big mass between my legs.
It was so neat and clean save for the hair.  I decided that I would
surprise Trish by getting waxed so she would be eating a nice clean snatch
for her first time.

That night, Trish called to tell me her business had wrapped up sooner than
expected.  "I closed today, and I'm coming home tomorrow," she said
mysteriously.  "Can't wait for tomorrow.  I'll be home at 6 sharp.  Be
ready for an unbelievable night."

I spent the next day at the mall.  First came my nails as I had beautiful
pink and white acrylics put on.  My fingers felt so elegant and dainty.  I
had not noticed that they had gotten more slender and feminine from the Gen
X treatment.

Off to Victoria's next.  I walked around confused for about 15 minutes
until a girl finally helped me.

"Not sure what to get?  Is there anything in particular your husband
likes?," the girl asked before introducing herself as Sonia.

"Well, actually, it is my wife.  Sorry if that offends you," I blushed.

"Not at all.  Since you were so open, I will tell you I am gay too."

What a relief.  "I think I want a garter belt and stockings with matching
bra and panties," I offered.

"Let me gather some and I'll meet you in that dressing room over there,"
Sonia smiled.

I tried on a black and pink set, but neither felt just right.  The white
one seemed to work well though.  "What do you think?" I asked when Sonia
returned.

"You look beautiful," she said.  "I would not wear the panties or bra
though. I wore the whole set for my first time with my wife and I think I
would've rather just left them off and been ready to spread my legs when
she started to go down on me.  Of course for me, it was a very special
moment."

"Special moment?" I inquired.

"To be honest, I'm a Gen X girl.  I used to be a man."

"Oh my God!  So am I!  You look incredible."

"Right back to you.  I take it you are all through with the change."

"Yes.  Just finished yesterday.  Are you staying a woman?"

"I no longer have the option if you know what I mean.  I got a bit careless
with my dildo.  Squatting on it with high heels, slipped and bye bye
virginity, bye bye cock."

"Dr. Evans told me about this case.  Are you OK?

"It was hard at first—not literally," she laughed.  "But my wife has been
great and we are very happy lesbians.  What about you—are you becoming a
woman tonight?"

"No, no.  Just satisfying my wife's fantasy of going down on a woman.
Switching back in a few days."

"Take my word for it.  Be careful.  I'm not the only one who screwed up her
chances of becoming a man again."

We said our goodbyes and I was off to my last stop.  Wax with Sheri.  When
I arrived, I was told Sheri had an emergency and Jenni would do my bikini
wax.  This time I got ready and removed my panties and waited on the table
for Jenni to come in.

"Hi Jamie.  How much hair are we doing today?" Jenni asked.

"Let's do a full Brazillian," I said nervously.

"First Brazillian, huh.  Well, trust me, you'll like the results.  My lover
does."

Jenni made me feel at ease and she was very gentle removing every piece of
hair from my virgin vulva.  She finished and showed me my hairless
womanhood in a mirror, which made me slightly wet, but fortunately she
didn't notice.

I was about to get dressed when she asked, "Can I ask you a very personal
question?  I have to be honest--it is a bit unprofessional--but are you a
Gen X girl?"

"How did you know?" I was amazed and kind of disappointed at being found
out.

"Well, to be honest, it is your pussy lips.  They are bigger than a natal
woman's.  And they look just like mine."

"You mean, you're..."

"The first Gen X case, actually."  Three months ago I was a man.

"You going back?  To being a guy, I mean."

"No chance of that for this slut," she laughed.  "Actually, my girlfriend
and I got careless with a double dong dildo and that was that.  Lost my
virginity and manhood to a huge rubber cock!  I didn't even cum on it"

"I'm sorry."  I didn't even tell her Dr Evans had told me about her case.
"Our pussies really look the same?" I asked.

"Take a look," she said as she raised her mini skirt and put one foot on
the table.  She indeed had a mirror image of my pussy.  Both of our
outerlips were bigger than I had ever seen.  I suspected that it would be
hard for either of us to disguise our camel toes in tight clothing.  Her
cunt had a distinct odor that I picked up as I moved my face closer to it.
"I know, it kind of smells," I douche but can't seem to get it smelling
pretty.  Luckily my woman doesn't mind.  Yours smells nice by the way."

"Thank you," I smiled.

"See you in a few weeks?"

"For sure.  We Gen X girls have to stay together.

It was 5:00 and I had little time.  I hurried home and showered.  Pulled my
hair back and creamed my body before slipping the garter belt around my now
tiny waist.  I slowly rolled the silk and lace stockings up my legs and
attached them to the garters.  I barely had time to look in the mirror to
see my naked breasts firmly attached to my chest and my hairless cunt that
was ready to be eaten.

I made my way downstairs and sat in a chair in our family room after I
turned the fireplace on.  Just in time too, as Trish pulled in the
driveway.  I nervously waited with my legs together.

Trish walked through the door.  She looked great.  She must've gotten a new
bra because her breasts looked huge.  I hoped she had done her end of the
bargain and gotten her pubic hair removed, or at least waxed.

"Oh my God honey," she screamed.  "You look good enough to—"

"Eat?" I laughed.  "Come and get it," I said as I spread my legs and felt
my wet labia part for the first time.  The cool air made my clit swell.

Trish knelt between my legs and French kissed my virgin cunt.  I nearly
passed out as she darted it in and out of my new hole.

"Oh, my God.  You taste incredible.  You're so wet.  I was going to save
this for later, but now is time.  Hope you're ready."

Trish removed her top.  Her tits were indeed huge.  I thought it was a
padded bra, but when she took it off, I saw full D cup juggs—huge compared
to her old B cups.  "You got implants?" I asked.

"Sort of."  With that she unzipped her skirt and it fell to the ground.
She had on the sexiest pair of lace and satin panties I have ever seen.
Unfortunately, she had not removed her mass of pubic hair as it bulged out
even more than usual.  Trish noticed my disappointment and said, "What's
wrong."

"I was hoping you shaved or waxed or had the hair removed like you
promised."

"I did baby.  Spent all day yesterday with an electrolocist.  I'm forever
bald."

"What is the bulge then?"

With that, she slowly pulled down her panties.  As she got past the bulge,
a huge, uncircumcised cock unfolded over two huge balls.  "Surprise!"

"Trish.  What the hell did you do?"

"Isn't it obvious.  I took Gen Y honey.  Look at this thing.  That last
time we did it my clit started to grow and my pussy was shrinking—that's
why it was so tight.  It grew in very quickly yesterday morning."

"Are you going to keep it?"

"No way honey.  I can't even sit down.  Not to mention how much I miss my
pussy.  I'm doing the reversing agent tomorrow."

"All that for just one day?"

"Well, look at my tits.  They stay this big even after I lose the dick.
Besides, I'm sure we can figure a few things to do with this thing
tonight."

I got up an let her sit down.  "Think so, huh?"  I put my head between her
legs and kissed her massive organ.  It was completely flaccid and was at
least 5 inches.  I pulled back the foreskin and took the virgin head in my
mouth.  It got hard almost immediately and swelled so much it stretched my
mouth.

"Oh God, that feels good baby.  Suck my big cock.  Get me good and hard."

It felt amazing to feel her manhood grow in my mouth.  I didn't even try to
sort out whether I was gay, straight, bi, whatever.  I just knew I liked
sucking cock.

Trish pushed my face away.  "Were you going to cum?"  I asked.

"No, no.  I just had an idea."  She took my hand and led me to our bedroom
and layed me on the bed.  I spread my legs hoping she would eat me again
and let me cum this time.  Instead, she positioned her cock in front of my
pussy.

"Honey, don't even think about it.  I am not staying this way," I said.

"I know honey.  I just want to rub my head on your clit" She started doing
it.  After a few strokes up and down my wetness lubricated us and I felt my
clit swelling along with my labia.  I felt myself wanting to get
penetrated.  "Doesn't that feel amazing baby," Trish coaxed.

"Oh yes, baby, your cock feels incredible."  "Want me to put it in?"

Tempted as I was, I sat up.  "No honey.  I can't.  I want to go back to
being a guy."

Trish held her cock in her hand between the swollen cleft between my legs.
"Baby, I hoped it wouldn't be like this."

"What to you mean?"

"I have to confess that I am gay.  I was a lesbian before I met you.  I
tried to be straight, but I hate it.  I love you so much I don't want to
lose you."

I love you too honey, but I don't want to stay like this."

"Forgive me baby.  This is for our own good."  With that She griped me and

thrust her hips into my pelvis.  In an instant her member was in me to the

 hilt.

"Noooooooooo," I screamed at the loss of my virginity and manhood, fighting
the sensations that were building up in me.

"I'm sorry baby.  I'm so sorry.  I just can't lose you."  She began pumping
in and out of me, I guess to make sure she had done the deed.  "Oh God that
feels good," she moaned.

Wetness was literally pouring out of my cunt.  For a moment I was caught up
in it.  "Oh baby, fuck me, fuck my new cunt."  As I said that I felt sick
and began to push Trish off of me.

"Just a few more strokes honey.  It feels so good," Trish pleaded.

What happened next is something I could try to do a thousand times and
never happen again.  I sat up and pushed at Trish's crotch with all my
strength.  As I moved her out of me, my hand slipped down her cock and
balls that were covered with my wetness.  My finger somehow found its way
up her ass.  And my fingernail plunged right into her budding prostate.

Trish recoiled and grabbed her knees squeezing herself into a ball.  "What
happened.  What did you do to me?"  She was starting to shake.

"I'm sorry honey.  I didn't mean to, I"

She started convulsing as though she was having an epileptic seizure.  "Oh,
no, no, no!  I'm cumming."

She arched her back and I looked at her cock.  It was throbbing with veins
everywhere.  Like a cannon it shot out a two foot stream of thick cum that
landed all over Trish's tan stomach and breasts.  "Help me honey, help me.
I have to stop this.  I don't want a cock.  Help me," she moaned as another
climax built.

I couldn't think of anything else to do, so I took her cock in my mouth
just as her next ejaculation shot out.  I had to swallow fast to take it
all, but I did it.  I quickly licked up the first load from her stomach and
huge breasts.

"Oh that felt good," Trish moaned.  "Oh no, I'm a shemale.  No, no.  I want
to be a woman. I want my pussy back.  Please."

For the next three hours Trish's body convulsed every 10 minutes or so as I
got an initiation into cock sucking.  Dr. Evans later told me I drank
approximately a quart of sperm. She had never heard of anyone who had taken
the whole initial load.

Trish fell into a deep sleep as her cock softened in my sore mouth.  I
smiled at the thought that I had perhaps just given the longest blow job in
the history of the world.

For some reason I was not tired and went into the bathroom.  With my
cocksucking career getting off to such a huge start, I had forgotten my
pussy and stolen virginity.  I sat down in front of the mirror and spread
my lips.  I had not really looked too closely at my womanhood because I
thought it was temporary, but now I took a really good look.  It was so
clean and delicate looking, especially the inner lips.  My garter belt
stretched as I spread my legs as far as possible, opening my hole wide.

I began to explore my clit and watched it swell up in the mirror.  I was so
horny and realized that I had yet to come that night.  I quietly went to
Trish's nightstand to get out her dildo, but as I passed our bed I saw that
she was fully erect again.  She was literally enormous.  I held a ruler to
her cock and it measured 9 inches long.  The diameter was about 2 ½ inches.

I found myself getting wet at the thought of this mammoth organ deep inside
me and remembered all the times I woke up with Trish on my cock, so I
decided to return the favor.


I squatted over her and reached down to place her cock between my huge
labia.  Slowly, I lowered myself onto her manhood.

Trish began to wake up.  "Oh honey, yes slide up and down on my cock.  Oh
that feels good."

Neither of us lasted very long.  Within seconds I spasmed out of control
and had my first vaginal orgasm, and my official welcome to womanhood.
Trish followed me by filling my cunt with her thick milky cum.

"Bring your pussy to my mouth baby," my exhausted Trish moaned.  I complied
and sat on her face.  "Now I'm going to finish eating you baby."

For the next hour Trish expertly ate my pussy and worshiped my new
clitoris.  She drank every bit of cum out of me.  I came more times than I
could count.  Finally we went to sleep and didn't wake up until late the
next afternoon.

Monday morning we went to Dr Evans who confirmed that I was now
irreversibly a woman and Trish was a shemale.  Trish cried for a few days
at both what she'd done to me and to herself.  Finally she got used to
having a cock and in fact got to like it.  I forgave her as I realized I
was going to be very happy as a woman and because I loved her so much.  To
the world, we are just a lesbian couple—even Trish's family does not know
about her addition.  They just know I wanted to become a woman and think we
just both decided we were gay.

"What is taking so long," Trish asked as she walked in the bathroom and saw
me taking out my tampon applicator.  "Oh.  Say no more.  That is one thing
I do not miss."

"Really?  I like my period."

"That's because you've only had six honey.  Talk to me again after number
200," she smiled.  "Guess no sex for you tonight."

"Don't worry, you'll get yours," I teased.

"Did you have to mention that?  You know how the thought of one of your BJs
gets me going."

I looked at her bikini bottom and even the possibility of a huge pubic bush
wouldn't explain that bulge.  "Wow.  Are you happy to see me, or are you in
need of a brazillian," I laughed.

"Very funny.  I have to keep hair here.  At least one should be looked 

completely masculine there ."

"Yes you should be," I said as I knelt in front of her and pulled her bikini
aside.  "I guess you should be rewarded for that."

I pulled back her foreskin and took her cock in my mouth as Trish moaned,
"Ohh, I love you."

End

Raped by Big sister and her Hairy friend

Growing up in Rural Punjab is not exactly the normal childhood. One is excluded from many of the pleasures of city life. The shopping is limited, you end up seeing the hit movies about a year after everyone else has gotten bored of them and none of the adults seem to care what you do with yourself, so long as you keep busy and out of trouble.

My childhood in this environment was particularly strange - I lived with my two sisters and my single mother (My father died in a traffic accident when I was three years old). Being the only boy in the household, I was constantly subjected and drawn into girly games like house or playing with Barbie’s. Not that I minded - After all, even these could provide some entertainment.

My mother was the head of a small technology company based in Toronto. Resultingly, she often left on business trips leaving us kids at home for several days at a time with a babysitter. When my oldest sister, Tanvi, turned 14 (I was 11 years old, and Chutki was 9 at the time) the babysitter was deemed to be no longer necessary as our mother felt that Tanvi was responsible enough to make sure everything was alright.

One Friday night, Chutki and I found ourselves at a loose end. Our mother was off until Monday on another business trip, leaving us at home to keep ourselves amused. It was January and the chill winds and blowing snow made any outdoor activity quite unpleasant. Tanvi had invited her friend best friend Lakshmi over. With Lakshmi and Tanvi occupied chatting in my sister's room this left only Chutki and I sitting in the living room, staring blankly at the TV. Chutki was obviously growing bored. She would fidget every few minutes, toying with her hair, changing her sitting position on the couch or just annoyingly poking me for her own amusement.

After a while I sighed, shutting off the TV and glancing over at Chutki. She smiled innocently, her hand half-extended, about to prod me in the side again. She was getting really annoying, and I decided that I should probably keep her occupied until her bedtime, or else she would drive me mad.

"Chutki" I said, pushing her hand away from me irritably. "Want to play a game before bed?"

She giggled and nodded eagerly, then asked, "House?"

I groaned. House. I hated house. Usually it involved almost no action, sitting around in a make-believe kitchen cooking, watching Chutki pretend to cry. Still, I suppose it was a better option than boredly sitting there getting repeatedly poked by my little sister.

I reluctantly agreed to play. Chutki immediately scampered off to Tanvi's room, and after a bit of whining and crying, managed to persuade Tanvi and Lakshmi to join in. Chutki always got her way. Mom seemed to favor her, and if Chutki complained when mom came home it was always hell for Tanvi and I.

We all walked into Chutki's room - it was our usual play place for house. There were the necessary plastic dishes for the kitchen, as well as a bed and a fake plastic oven.

Chutki was quick to dish out roles for us, eager to start the game. Tanvi was the mother, Lakshmi the father (Naturally, the oldest two among us got the parental roles), I was the older brother, and Chutki my little sister. Lakshmi, not familiar with the fact that Chutki always got her way, complained that there should be two daughters as boys were 'icky'. Chutki didn't really seem to care - surprisingly - but I was reluctant to play the role of a girl. Not that it made a difference; it was just a stupid game anyway. I started to argue that I should be the dad then, and Lakshmi the mother, but found myself quickly silenced by Chutki's annoying whining - who just wanted to start. I sighed softly to myself, accepting my role as a girl, and we started into the game.

As usual, it was boring. The mom and dad would stand around the kitchen cooking; we kids would sit on the floor playing with toys, Chutki occasionally whining for attention from her 'parents'. Both I, Tanvi and Lakshmi were unenthusiastic, and I think the only thing that kept me from standing up and walking out were the occasional smiles that Lakshmi would cast me. I had a crush on her.

As it neared 8:00 - Chutki's bedtime - there came an argument. I was supposed to be their daughter, yet my clothes were clearly male. Baggy jeans and a white tee-shirt, Lakshmi, a bit of a tomboy was clad nearly the same as me only her jeans were a bit tighter. Her clothing passed as either male or female I suppose. But she has started growing light mustache on her face and her legs were full of hairs. She was hairier than all of us. Naturally she looks masculine in all of us.  Chutki, being her impatient self, whined. She didn't suggest any solution - probably not having one - just hoping that somehow making herself sound irritated would help the problem. Tanvi, Lakshmi and I all glanced back and forth from one another hopelessly, as if each was expecting the other two to come up with a solution to the irritating whines.

Lakshmi was acting as a man of the house took the lead and speak, "Mannu, " she said, facing me, "why don't you go put on some of Chutki's clothes? She's about your size."

Needless to say, I blushed bright red. To play the role of a girl was one thing, but to dress up as one quite another. I opened my mouth starting to object, but was quickly silenced by a hard look from Tanvi as Chutki's crying grew louder again. I ambled slowly over to Chutki's walk-in closet and stepped in, shutting the door behind me. I slipped off my clothes quickly, piling them on the floor, then glanced around and found a pair of little pink panties. I looked down at them scowling. It should have been easy - all that I had to do wasstep into them - but to actually think about doing it brought the blush back to my face.

I stood there unmoving for several minutes, just holding the panties. By the noise outside, it sounded as if the game had resumed. A knock on the door disturbed the silence, "How's it coming Mannu?" came Lakshmi's voice through the door.

"Uhm, I can't figure out how to get this stuff on." I said, "I guess I'll have to just stay in my regular clothes...". I put the panties back down, picking up my navy blue boxers.

"Oh nonsense, here I'll help you." Came Lakshmi's voice.

The door swung open, and Lakshmi, not even taking a second glance at my naked body, stepped in, closing the door behind her. I turned my head over my shoulder, staring at her with a bright pink blush on my face, but she seemed to take no notice.

Lakshmi picked up the panties that I had just dropped moments ago, and leaned down, holding them by my feet. "Ok, just step in hun, like you would for your boxers."

I quickly did as she asked; wanting to hide my nudity and Lakshmi pulled the panties slowly up my legs to cover my crotch. They were pretty tight on me and the silky fabric squeezed in gently around my cock, creating a slight bulge at the front. Lakshmi tugged them up another little bit, creating even more pressure against my cock and I let out a low groan, blushing.

"See, they're not that bad, are they sweetie, you already have no hair on your legs?" Lakshmi giggled, then smiled, and gave me a light kiss on the cheek, feeling her mustache hairs on my cheeks once again drawing a pink blush to my face - A blush that brightened substantially as her hands began to smooth out the panties across my skin, brushing against my rear, then against my cock. Her hands were warm and with the stimulation of the smooth fabric against my cock, I felt myself growing hard. I let out a soft gasp. Lakshmi simply looked at my growing bulge beneath the panties and giggled.

"Enjoying this now, aren't you sweetie?"

She went back to Chutki's drawers, finding a little black skirt, a pink bra that matched the panties and a tight-fitting red tee-shirt. First she had me step into the skirt, pulling it up my legs and buttoning it up, concealing the panties and the bulge beneath. Next she held the bra to my chest, and buckled it around. She looked at it for a moment, and then grabbed a pair of socks, stuffing one sock under each cup to make it appear as if I had breasts. Finally she asked me to lift my arms and she slipped the tight red shirt down over my head, hiding the fact that there were real breasts, and completing my outfit.

Lakshmi smiled at me and say: “you don’t have even started growing hair in your armpit” you should see mine, it has forest of hair”-she giggled again and wordlessly taking my hand, the opened the door, leading me back out to Chutki's bedroom. Upon seeing me, Chutki looked delighted, seeing that her demands for the game had - as usual - been met. Tanvi simply smiled, perhaps holding back a laugh as she looked upon her little brother in her little sister's clothing. I blushed again, but then looked down at Lakshmi's hand strongly holding mine and felt reassured - and hard, I noted, as the panties seemed to be growing more tight on me by the moment.

The game flowed smoothely from then on, and we played for another ten minutes before it was Chutki's bedtime. Tanvi, Lakshmi and I waited as Chutki got changed into her pajamas. The whole time, Tanvi and Lakshmi were talking excitedly between themselves in whispers, occasionally glancing at me and giggling. Finally, Chutki slid under the covers and a walked towards her closet, intending to get back into my clothes. Tanvi walked out of the room at a quick whisper from Lakshmi, leaving only Lakshmi, Chutki and myself.

As I reached the closet, Lakshmi put grabbed lightly ahold of my wrist, stopping me. She smiled, and casting a quick glance to Chutki to make sure she had closed her eyes, Lakshmi's hand darted beneath the skirt, lightly squeezing my cock through my panties. I groaned, blushing and looking back at Lakshmi.

She leaned her head in close to my ear and whispered quietly to me, "Meet me in Tanvi's room at midnight. Keep the clothes on."

Her hand brushed softly off of my breasts, and she stepped away, walking out of Chutki's room. I stood stunned for a moment, opened the closet to collect my clothing I had taken off earlier, and then raced back to my room, my heart pounding.

I locked my door behind me, and lay down on my bed panting. She had touched me. Not even accidentally. She had even invited me to the room where she would be sleeping tonight. My mind reeled with possibilities and my hand slid down beneath the panties, stroking myself as I thought.

I imagined Lakshmi on top of me, holding me down on the bed as she rode my cock. She was breathing hard, looking down at me with eyes filled with lust. Beads of sweat formed on her mustache, she moaned and trembled as an orgasm rippled through her, then collapsed down on top of me, breathing hard.

The illusion broke as I felt my own orgasm commence. I spurted a couple drops of cum onto the red tee-shirt (I had only started producing cum in the past month), but my cock pulsed many times as the orgasm shook me. I found myself lying down, panting as the effects of my orgasm receded, and shut my eyes, continuing to think about Lakshmi.

The loud ringing of my alarm clock woke me ten minutes before midnight. I shut it off after fumbling around in the dark for a moment trying to find the switch. I had set the alarm for some reason then drifted off to sleep.

I yawned and sat up slowly. As soon as I saw the clothes I was wearing, I recalled why I had set my alarm. I grew instantly hard beneath the tight pink panties as I thought of Lakshmi. I had to get ready - In ten minutes I knew I had to be in there and prepared for her.

I walked to the bathroom and gave my face a quick wash. I then brushed my teeth, and still having a few minutes to spare I decided to shave 'down there'. I had heard that she liked boys better shaved and herself to keep hairs and I intended to make this perfect - both for myself and Lakshmi.

Grabbing my mother's razor and shaving cream, I quickly pulled down the skirt and panties and sprayed the cool cream across my balls and around my cock. There was very little hair to begin with down there and the shave was almost unnecessary, but I did it anyway. I then wiped away the remaining cream with a wet towel, dried myself off, ran my hands over the smooth skin and pulled the panties and skirt back up. I was ready.

I walked out of the bathroom, over to my sister's room. I hesitated for a moment, and then knocked on her door.

My sister's room? I had only imagined Lakshmi and myself lying in bed alone, locked in a passionate embrace. I had imagined my lips touching hers, my smooth cock embedded in her hairy big pussy. It had only just dawned on me that my sister would be in there with her and with this realization my entire fantasy died. Surely Lakshmi didn't plan on making love to me with my sister sitting there watching us! It had to simply be some sort of plan to humiliate and make fun of me, laugh at me in my little sister's clothing.

I turned and began to walk back to my room, dismayed.

I heard the door creak open and Lakshmi's soft voice, "Where ya goin' cutie?". She spoke fondly and softly, not at all the mockery I had expected.

I turned to face her, reconsidering my options - perhaps she was serious about it. As soon as I saw her, I gaped in awe. She had almost no clothing on! Other than a skimpy red bra and a matching pair of panties, Lakshmi was entirely naked. Her body was very beautiful but she looks stronger than me and hairy also, with full rounded breasts like a grown woman, well curved hips and tanned skin. At her crotch I see a moist hairy patch on the panties her hair was spread to her thighs and going till her muscular legs. I was frightened by seeing her well-built hairy body. She could rape me easily. Removing my fear by my lust, then I looked back to her breasts I noted that her nipples could be seen through the bra, poking out noticeably - She was obviously as aroused as I was.

Without saying another word, Lakshmi turned and walked back into my sister's room, her plump ass swaying forth tantilizingly. I followed her in, my eyes glued to her hairy legs the whole way. I felt my cock twitching under the panties, still straining against the fabric needing release. I smiled, knowing my craving would soon be satisfied.

As I looked up, I noticed Tanvi for the first time, sitting on the edge of her bed. Like Lakshmi, she was clad only in a bra and panties. Hers were white and looked to be made of silk - a material which couldn't have suited her better. Above the panties she had on a strap-on. This surprised me, and my mind reeled - was Tanvi a lesbian? She was blushing as I stared at it. It was about seven inches long - well over the length of my little undeveloped cock of 4”. It was made of some sort of smooth rubber, and my sister's hand worked slowly up and down the shaft, spreading lube over it.

My eyes were fixed on Tanvi with interest, but snapped quickly back to Lakshmi as I felt her hand rubbing up against the crotch of my panties again. She led me over to the bed, had me lie down, and then started to grind her hand against my little cock through the panties. I quickly grew hard beneath them, squirming in a slight discomfort as the tight fabric had its usual effect of holding my cock in, preventing me from getting a proper erection.

I could feel Tanvi's eyes on me, and heard her giggling softly as she watched. I was breathing a bit harder than usual, thrusting back eagerly against Lakshmi's hand as it teased my cock. I shut my eyes, concentrating on the wonderful feeling. Lakshmi's hand slowly rode up beneath my skirt to the top of the panties then slipped underneath. Her fingers gently squeezed in around my cock and started to stroke up and down the length of my shaft. My breathing continued to hasten as I trusted up into her hand.

I felt Lakshmi's other hand pushing beneath me as she masturbated me, pulling down the backside of the panties exposing my little plump butt. A single finger slowly traced down between my cheeks, rubbing against my rear entrance. I found this rather stimulating and my thrusting hastened even more into her hand, my body on the verge of orgasm.

As quickly as her hand had arrived upon my cock, it departed, letting the tight panties pull back down over my cock, encasing it back in it's prison. Lakshmi momentarily removed her other hand as well, lightly licking her finger. I was left as I was, my eyes still shut, my hips gyrating against the open air as if I was still thrusting into her hand.

Her hand returned, rubbing against my little puckered rear entrance a few times more, then applying a gentle pressure until the now moistened finger began to push into me. While the finger was not unpleasant, it was strange. I enjoyed it, yet my erection started to subside slightly. I blushed as I thought about what Lakshmi was doing to me with her finger, yet I did not resist. I wanted it. It felt good.

Lakshmi grinned mischievously up at me as the finger probed into my rear deeper. The finger swirled around in slow circles within me, stretching out my little hole a bit, while pleasuring me internally. Every so often I would feel her finger brush past a very sensitive spot (Which I later learned was called the prostate) which would cause me to shudder involuntarily, nearly triggering my orgasm each time. The finger continued to slowly rotate around my interior for a few minutes, driving me mad with lust. Eventually it's rhythm changed and it began to move in and out. As she fingered my ass, I panted with each thrust her finger made into me, so near to an orgasm, constantly almost being driven over the edge.

A second finger forced it's way in. It was a bit painful, but not too bad, and the two continued their assault. I opened my eyes, looking at Lakshmi pleadingly. I needed to orgasm. She seemed to understand the look in my eyes, and her fingers both brushed against my prostate, then curled in, pressing against it hard. She began to massage it lightly in circles, her eyes locked on mine, watching.

I squirmed and bucked, my cock no longer even hard, but the pleasure overwhelming. I breathed in hard, a soft moan escaping my lips as my cock pulsed in the panties, leaking a few drops of cum. My entire body seemed to shudder helplessly as waves of pleasure overtook me, my hole contracting around the invasive fingers, only adding to my pleasure.

As I came down from the orgasm, the fingers continued to move slowly in and out of my rear, fingering my hole causing the entrance to stretch slightly. The feeling was pleasant and I spread my legs slightly, welcoming them to venture in deeper. I was motionless other than my fast but rhythmic breathing, still panting softly from the pleasure that Lakshmi had given me.

Lakshmi's fingers slowly withdrew from my hole, leaving me feeling empty but satisfied. She smiled, rubbing my limp cock through the panties. "Did my little girl like that?" she cooed, grinning at me. "Does she like having her little pussy fingered?".

I blushed. What she said was embarrassing to me to say the least. At the same time however, I enjoyed what she had done and wanted to let her know. I gave a slight nod, my face flushing pink with embarrassment.

"Good girl." she cooed again. Her hands slid slowly up my sides to my smooth armpits, and she pulled me up, and then hugged me tightly against her body. My face pressed in against her bra-covered breasts and I felt my erection quickly returning.

Lakshmi stepped to the side and Tanvi came to me and took me in her embrace for five minutes and then half-carrying me, although I'm sure I could have moved on my own. I felt another pair of hands take hold of my hips and looking back over my shoulder, I found Tanvi. My older sister was pulling my body down to sit in her lap. Seeing no harm in sitting there, I let myself be pulled down. I had long since forgotten about the strap-on which earlier Tanvi was wearing and I jolted as the smooth lubed tip suddenly pressed up against my hole. Assisted by Tanvi, Lakshmi continued to lower my body down. The head of the strap-on was large and I whimpered softly as it forced its way in.

It was painful, and my whimpering grew louder as it stretched out my hole. A few tears rolled from my eyes down my cheeks as I looked for help from Tanvi, hoping she would not let Lakshmi do this to me. Her eyes showed only lust and her mouth a slight grin as she kissed me and continued to push my body down onto the big rubber cock.

I tried to stand up, but Lakshmi's hands was quite strong on my hips and Tanvi's on my shoulders kept me moving slowly downwards, encasing the strap-on in my rear.

In all honesty, after the initial penetration, the feeling was not at all bad. It was much like having her gentle fingers in me only much larger, causing a bit more stretching at my hole. However, given the circumstance, I was panicked. I squirmed as she slowly pulled me down on her cock, wanting nothing more to stand up and run away.

At last the arduous penetration came to a halt. I felt my legs against those of Lakshmi’s hairier one. It was looking like that I am really sitting on a man’s lap. I felt the massive rubber cock embedded fully in my rear. Lakshmi's hands reached around me in a tight embrace, making me lean back against her. I still continued to squirm slightly, much Tanvi's delight, who was giggling at my obvious discomfort.

Now Lakshmi seemed a bit more sympathetic, turning my face towards her, she kissed me on the lips, her fingers running down my neck, beneath the shirt to one of my nipples and giving it a squeeze. She smiled. "Mannu. Be a good little girl and sit still for me, okay?"

I hesitated.

"For me?" She said, clasping my hand in hers and looking up into my eyes.

The pleading look on Lakshmi's face at that moment was all I needed for persuasion. She really wanted me to behave, I knew. I really wanted her to be mine. I would have obeyed anything.

I nodded, trying to get over the discomfort, letting myself relax in her lap, leaning back against her with a sigh. She, sensing that I was a bit more at ease, took hold of my hips once more. She slowly began to rock her own hips, lifting my full weight with her muscular thighs, thrusting the strap-on deep into my rear. I panted softly, staring at Lakshmi still, who smiled back as she watched.

"Good girl." Lakshmi cooed again, squeezing my nipples by both of her hands.

With each thrust, she pushed the strap-on deeper into my rear. After getting over the initial shock of having it used on me, the strap-on was becoming very pleasant, it's sides constantly giving a soothing, pleasurable massage to the inside of my rear. She would also give occasional slaps to my butt cheeks, causing me to make sudden startled movements, while both girls giggled at me.

As lakshmi filled my butt with the lovely strap-on, My sister pulled down the front side of my panties. While normally I would have been rock-hard from the very thought of this, the penetration of my rear as well as my recent orgasm, made that impossible. Tanvi was instead presented - much to my dismay - with my little limp cock. She didn't seem to mind at all, as she grasped it in her hand, and slowly began to jerk me off.

The double stimulation was intense. The strap-on sped up quickly under the command of Lakshmi and my sister was just as eager with stroking my cock. My breathing grew steadily faster and louder, interrupted by intermittent moans as the strap-on made an extra-deep thrust, or aimed just right so that it would brush against my prostate.

As I neared my orgasm, my cock began to pulsate in Tanvi's hand. She made a gesture to Lakshmi, who immediately stopped thrusting. Tanvi's hand also stopped, leaving me a few seconds short. I wiggled my butt, trying to bounce it upon the strap-on, but lakshmi held me down, not letting me finish it.

I heard Lakshmi say from behind me softly, "Aww, does my little girl need to cum?".

I nodded, blushing again as I continued to squirm, managing to get the strap-on pushed up against my prostate, but not really able to derive much pleasure from it without being able to make it move in and out.

Lakshmi smiled, "Do you need to cum sweetie?" she repeated, using the same light teasing voice that Tanvi had used.

I blushed and nodded.

"Aww, isn't she adorable." Lakshmi said again, watching me squirm.

Both girls grinned. "Mannu, " Lakshmi started, "tell us what you want sweetie."

"I want to cum." I groaned out, blushing red. What were they, stupid? Of course I wanted to cum!

"Oh, that's nice." Said my sister dully.

I sat, squirming, unsure of what they wanted to hear. Both girls were giggling at me in my helpless state, only adding to my embarrassment, Lakshmi giving an occasional thrust into my ass just to keep me well-stimulated and near the orgasm but she now forcefully squeezing my bra covered chest like a breast.

"I need to cum!" I whimpered, trying hard to move up and down on the cock, although Lakshmi's powerful hands still prohibited my movement.

"Aww. Our little girl needs to cum." Said Lakshmi again in that teasing voice that was driving me mad. "But what does our little girl want?"

"I want to cum!" I repeated, feeling as if I was going to die either from embarrassment or from being kept on the edge of my orgasm so long.

"Mannu, " Said Tanvi, in a sightly less mocking voice, "What do you want Lakshmi to do?"

It dawned on me. Why they wanted me to say it, I don't know. Perhaps just to embarrass me more. It made no difference. I wanted to cum, and I would. "I want Lakshmi to fuck my ass." I said, my face flushing pink.

Tanvi nodded, she took hold of my cock in one hand, cupping the other hand just below its tip. I felt the strap-on quickly begin to move beneath me. Lakshmi almost lift me now in her lap and worked quickly, thrusting almost half of the length of the strap-on in and out of me each time. It took only moments for me to shudder, collapsing limply back against her full breasts as another orgasm washed over me. My cock spurted a tiny bit of cum again, which landed in Tanvi's hand. The thrusting stopped quickly soon thereafter, leaving me panting breathlessly with my eyes still shut, resting my head against my Lakshmi’s breasts.

Tanvi smiled, she lifted her cum-covered fingers to my mouth. "Open up sweetie." she cooed.

I did as she asked. Her fingers quickly found their way into my mouth. "Good girl. Now suck and swallow it all up."

Once again I obliged, tasting a salty liquid, not caring too much about what it was. Tanvi removed her fingers from my mouth, and I opened my eyes. "Good girl." she said again. Lakshmi kissed me forcefully on the lips  with her mustached lips, and then lifting me slowly from her lap, the strap-on pulling out of me with a soft 'pop'.

The two girls left the room, giggling, leaving me on my sister's bed, still panting softly from my orgasm. I shut my eyes, and within a few minutes, sleep overtook me.

Being a girl certainly was exhausting.