Three kisses. Each, unknowingly, an escalating denial of self.
This weekend my friend Mark slipped the change pill in my beer as a joke. I spent the night in the bathroom in agony, bent over as my body attacked itself.
That's what nano pills do. They slip new programming into your body. Quite suddenly your body is on high alert, convinced of a very real problem — your male cells are invaders that must be eradicated.
A rush of estrogen is intense, especially at levels nearing overdose. I doubled over as my breasts started to bud — crying in pain, taken in a flood of emotions, hating my roommate, feeling my hard but shrinking penis in my underwear beginning to drip, its head already glazed with new juices, feminine juices, the first lubricating fluid of a pussy soaking into my male boxer briefs, my thighs beginning to stretch the leg holes wide, my ass filling out the soft dark grey material behind me.
And my balls. . . My balls pulling into me one at a time — first the right, then the left — pulling my ball sac along with them, forging a tight little cavern an inch at a time, an inch for every inch taken from my cock. Its mirror opposite. Its compliment. More fluid came, soaking into my briefs, my ass pulling them tightly against my flowering new sex. Looking down drunk over my new mosquito bite tits to catch a glimpse of my briefs accentuating a juicy wet cameltoe, dark and dripping wet. There, between my thighs which were now pulled farther apart by my widening pelvis, separated by an empty canal of air.
Three days. I've spent looking at this reflection in the mirror. Unable to associate myself with her. Like a ghost that walks with me. Only knowing I want to see her do things. Before the pill wears off. My last hurrah.
So today I booked the appointments. Hair. Nails. Eyebrows. Makeup counter. Earring shop. Make me look like a princess. I said it as a joke. Only now do I realize I meant it.
My ears still smart from the new holes. I must face that femininity doesn't come without it's share of penetration. That's why I stopped by the sex shop.
Am I really opening wide to slip it in? Yes, I simply want to see her take it into her mouth. My lips are so much fuller now. I suppose that's why I settled on the thickest one I could find.
The man behind the counter looked up from his paperback. "Wow. You have quite the appetite."
I shifted on my feet, the new panties I had bought already soaked through.
"It's not for me. It's for a friend."
"Is she as cute as you are?"
"You could say she's my mirror image."
Mmmff. I like when my girlfriend sucks cock like this. I watch. I make my reflection move, trying to avoid the fact that I am also learning how to suck cock.
My jaw is beginning to strain. I have to keep it wide open. I accept the stiffness in my jaw, and begin to employ my lips, cupping my tongue beneath the dildo and weaving pleasurable patterns across the base of the cock — imagining how it would feel on the receiving end.
My tongue basks in the topography. I'm glad I bought a veiny one.
Every move begins to feel like a rehearsal. I look in the mirror and try to impress myself with my cock sucking ability. Much to my chagrin, every slip into my mouth advertises a growing vacancy in my pussy. I try to fight off the images flooding into my mind.
It's making me wet.
It could be moving there. In the tight vulnerability that has opened between my thighs. All I have to do is put it into position. Slide it into my place over my swollen clit.
I wiggle my ass in the bed, waving what used to be my penis to the air. Addressing it in my imagination. "How do you like being a clit?"
It purrs back, in a voice so feminine it makes me feel funny.
"Touch me and I'll show you."
I quickly respond to the challenge. Sliding the thick replica of a cock, now covered generously in my spit, over my clit. But I linger for only a split second before slipping it somewhere else. I've already spread my legs to receive it.
The male inside of me applauds it going in, basking in this new sensation of penetration, curiously squeezing new muscles around the thick head, finally understanding what a penis is for while taking delight in my mirror image finally being fucked.
But then when I make the turn, and realize this masculine victory is short lived. When I begin to slide it out, the male within is taken along with it. Extracted. Wait! No! I hear him call out within me, but by then it's too late.
The cock is out of me. He's gone. And I feel empty.
As if the dildo is a lamp that my male self is trapped inside of like a genie. Collected in the head of this thick dildo, unable to escape.
I feel my tits on my chest. I feel them as mine. Suddenly there is no distinction between the woman in the mirror and myself.
I'm her.
And she has quite the appetite.
I moan out realizing I turned this dildo on myself. My last penetration as a male was my first as a female.
How about a second? A third? How about being spread wide forever?
I slip it in again. I slip it in again to be sure, listening out for my male self. A feminine moan reverberates in my room.
I moan out. I'm beginning to play. Sliding it across my folds. Brushing past my virgin asshole. Dipping it again into my pussy.
I'm sure of it. He's gone. Trapped in the deliciously thick head. A momument to what I once was. This totem I crave so deep inside. This pillar I spread myself so wide on.
That's right. Fuck me.
I wrap my manicured hands around it, slip it in deep and squeeze, owning the separation of what I once was and the woman I am.
Yes.
Mark slipped in so easily.
I was surprised how quickly my body began to move. There was nothing to learn. The construction of my new frame, my muscles and bones, the gap between my thighs, all of it conspires to make me move in feminine ways.
He's in. He's inside of me. I'm polishing his cock so easily now. Savoring it. Riding him like a pro as his hands map out the curve of my hips. And my ass.
It's only natural.
The way he tugs my pussy back when I slip away is addicting. The only answer is more. So I ride him unapologetically toward orgasm after orgasm, coating the length of his cock in my feminine fluids.
"Oh god, you're going to make me come."
At hearing him say this, I didn't flinch. I simply moved faster to take him over the edge. I looked into his eyes and watched his eyebrows raise at the realization of what I was doing. When he called out and I sat down quickly to take him all in and threw my head back, moaning at every pump of his cock, every inch of my pussy stuffed full of him, his come filling me to the brim and overflowing.
It's okay. I realized I wanted to get him off. I wanted to be irresistable. When I rolled over onto the bed and watched his come dribble out onto the blanket my girlfriend had knitted for me, I was already thinking about the second time — and he didn't disappoint. Nor the third. Or the fourth. My enthusiasm for his cock spurred him on all night, and I made sure to fuck him better than any woman had ever fucked me, realizing they were now my competition, though to be honest none of them could match the fire I now possessed.
I had met him at the door when he arrived home.
"Take off your clothes and sit on the couch."
"But. . . "
"Do it now."
I have no time to be bashful. I learned well from my purchase. A cock should be good and hard before it slips in.
"Let me show you what I learned today."
"You're good at that."
"Thank you. I'm self taught."
"Impressive."
"And there's a funny thing about it I realized."
"What's that?"
"Once you learn it — you can't unlearn it."
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Original author: BLQuick Sent to my by Cbrorigins.
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