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JAIME'S JOURNEY
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My name is Jaime, and this is my story. I was always slight of build,
with delicate features. I seemed to top out at about 5'4" and 130 pounds
with a face that looked like it could be either a boy or a girl. When
puberty hit, I didn't get the body hair that most of the other boys got.
I desperately hoped for a beard, but could never get more than a few
stray hairs or patches of hair, generally pretty unsightly. Though long
hair was kind of stylish, I kept mine short. Too many people thought I
was a girl as it was.
I tried being one of the guys, but all the other boys seemed interested
in was cars, sports, hunting, fishing, guns, and making rude comments
about girls. When I wasn't as macho as some of the other boys, some of
them started calling me a faggot, and asking me to suck their dicks. I
decided I really didn't need that kind of shit, and I was interested in
girls, not boys.
I ended up hanging out more with the girls, though none of them had any interest in me. At least they were friendly and most of them were not
abusive like the boys were. A few times, I had girls start calling me
names, but the others girls told them to shut the fuck up. I became the
'safe boy' the one they could talk to when their boyfriends hurt them.
They could cry on my shoulder, hug me, and kiss me on the cheek. I was
safe, because I knew my place. I was not going to make out with them,
and I certainly had no chance of fucking them.
After high school, I started community college. My family didn't have
much money and I couldn't afford any more than that, besides I was a
pretty average student -- no real genius. I hung in long enough to get a
two year degree, then my money and interest ran out. At least that
degree was enough to help me get an office type job. Given my lack of
muscle, I sure didn't want to do physical labor.
I found myself doing customer service work -- hardly thrilling, but it
was honest work in a nice air conditioned office. Most of my co-workers
were women, and a bunch of the men there were gay. I ended up hanging
with the women, much like I did in school. As long as I wasn't loud,
obnoxious, or pushy, which I never was, they were happy for me to hang
with them.
I figured my fate was to always be the guy who women see as a friend,
but never as a lover. Then something happened to change that. Looking
back at everything that happened, I wonder if I had it to do over again, knowing what would happen as a result, what I would do. I honestly don't
know. I wanted love and to be wanted and needed, but the price was more
than I'd have been comfortable with.
Susan joined the company and became part of the group of women I hung
with. Susan was about 24, compared to my 21, with a pretty face, and she carried herself with a sense of self confidence. She was about my
height, but with nice curves, shoulder length brown hair, a smile that
could melt hearts, along with c-cup breasts.
At first, she seemed much like the others, then slowly things began to
change. When she hugged me, the hugs seemed to be longer and somehow
more intimate. She seemed to be physically closer to me than any of the
other women were. I never wanted to get my hopes up only to be
disappointed, so I kind of dismissed it and laughed it off.
I'd go out drinking with the girls and as it went on, Susan and I were
often among the last to leave. In my case, I wanted the company. Hanging
with the women was far better than sitting in my tiny studio apartment
by myself watching cable TV, which is what I did all too often.
One Friday evening, it was getting to be eleven or so, and the group had
melted down to me, Susan and one other woman. Susan seemed to be talking
mostly to me, hanging on me, and laughing at everything I said. After a
little bit, the other woman stood up, gave a little half laugh, and spoke.
"I can see that three has become a crowd. Goodnight, ladies."
She turned and walked out of the place, as we watched her.
"Ladies? Obviously she isn't looking very closely at you, is she?"
"It doesn't bother me. One night, one of the women said, 'No offense
intended, but you're just like one of the girls'."
Susan looked at me, then smiled, and leaned forward and kissed me on the
lips. I was surprised, and didn't even know how to react. Honestly, I'd
never kissed a woman romantically, nor had one kiss me that way. She
pulled back slightly and looked at me again.
"Was that terrible?'
"No! It was great."
"You didn't act like it was great."
"You surprised me. I didn't know how to react."
"You've had a minute to think about it. How should you react?"
With that, she lifted her head slightly and opened her lips just a
little. I sat for a second, then leaned forward and kissed her. She
kissed me back, and we sat kissing, though not as much as I'd have
liked, before she broke the kiss.
"You're sweet, but you need kissing lessons."
"Where am I going to get kissing lessons. None of the women want to kiss
me."
"Aren't I a woman?"
"Yes. I didn't mean..."
"And didn't I kiss you?"
"Yes. And it was great."
I felt anxious and looked sheepish, as she looked at me with a little
half smile on her face.
"I'd love to have you teach me to kiss."
"I could do that, and a lot more -- provided..."
"Provided?"
"Provided you understand that I am in charge."
"Sure. Absolutlely."
"You'll do what I say, when I say. If I say do it, you will. If I say
stop, you'll stop. No arguments -- period."
"Okay. I'll do it."
"Let's go back to my place. It's a little more private and we can talk
about it and get to know each other better."
I'd never had a woman invite me to her place. I'd never had one willing
to come to my place -- for any reason, even an innocent one. Here was
this gorgeous woman, inviting me to come to her place, and hinting we
could kiss, and maybe even more. At that point I'd have sold my soul for
that chance, and in one sense I guess I did.
Her place was close by, a nice little one bedroom apartment with a
comfortable sofa in the living room. She invited me to sit down and
asked me if I'd like a glass of wine. The group had largely been
drinking wine that night, and I'd been drinking it as well, so I
accepted. Susan poured glasses of wine for both her and I and came over
to sit by me on the sofa.
I took a big drink of the wine, because I was nervous as hell. She took
a sip of wine, then set her glass down on the coffee table in front of
us, and had me do likewise.
"Different women like different things, but for the most part, we don't
want you to simply glue your lips to ours and try to shove your tongue
down our throats. Be sweeter, take it a little slower. Let me demonstrate."
She leaned forward and pulled me closer to her, then first just brushed
her lips against mine, then again a bit firmer. She kept at it, from
different angles, with varying firmness, even using her tongue to brush
my lips. I'd never been so excited in my life, but tried paying
attention and doing to her what she was doing to me. Sometimes we'd lock
lips hard and she'd have a quick swipe of her tongue deeper in my mouth.
I sat there kissing her, thinking nothing could be better than this. She stopped and leaned back, which disappointed me.
"You're doing well, and learning quickly. You know, we can do even more,
but like I said you have to be willing to do whatever I tell you."
"I will, you bet I will."
"I sometimes have kinky tastes. You have to do whatever, even if it's
kinky."
"Kinky? How kinky?"
"We won't leave scars or bruises, at least nothing anyone can see. Are
we agreed?"
"Well... I..."
"Yes or no."
"Yes."
"Then unbutton my top."
I couldn't believe she was asking me to unbutton her top, but I was sure
not going to question it. I reached out and with shaky fingers began to
undo the buttons. It was a light blue and came down to her waist, but
did not tuck in her skirt, though it didn't show any midriff. In spite
of my fumbling, I got all the buttons undone. She leaned forward, with
her arms back slightly.
"Open it up, and take it off me."
I opened it wide and slid it down her shoulders and arms and she turned slightly to let me take it all the way off her. She wore a lacy white
bra which showed just a hint of her areolas, though not the nipples
themselves. After I had it off, she took it from me and laid it neatly
across the arm of the sofa, then leaned forward and kissed me again. I
kissed her back eagerly and was not sure what was coming, but felt sure
I'd remember it. After we kissed for a minute, she pulled away again and
turned her back toward me.
"Can you unhook my bra?"
If I was shaky before, just imagine what I was like now. I reached out
and pulled the back of the bra slightly away from her back, then fumbled
to unhook the two sides, but managed in spite of my clumsiness. I let go
of the two ends of the bra.
"Massage my back where the straps were. Firmly but tenderly."
I rubbed across her back where the main straps had been and could see
some red marks from wearing the bra.
"Go up also."
I followed the shoulder straps up her back rubbing there as well. She
moaned and rocked back and forth as I rubbed her and the shoulder straps slipped off her shoulders and the bra dropped off her.
"The shoulders, and up into the neck."
My hands aren't that strong, but I began to knead her shoulders and her
neck. I kept at it until my hands began to tire. Finally, she turned
toward me and I got my first good look at her breasts. Sure I'd seen
photos of boobs, but this was the first time I'd seen any in person with
my own eyes. I think my mouth hung open from the shock. She kissed me again.
"You've earned a reward. Touch them, sweetly and tenderly, but firmly --
don't tickle."
I could see my hands shaking as I reached for her boobs with both hands.
She smiled as I put my hands on them and rubbed my thumbs across the
nipples. I gently squeezed them and slowly pulled away tugging at the
nipples. Susan moaned and closed her eyes as I slowly worked her boobs
over, marveling at how warm and soft they felt and how good it felt to
play with them. The nipples were hard and she moaned every time I
touched them.
"Kiss them. Kiss the nipples. Suck on them."
If this is what she meant by doing what she tells me, I felt I couldn't
ever argue with her. I leaned forward, taking the nipple of her right
breast in my lips, kissing and sucking on it as I continued to play with
her other breast with my right hand. Susan leaned back on the sofa as I
kissed and sucked on her boobs, switching back and forth from the right
to left and back again repeatedly.
"Take your shirt off and hug me. I want to feel your skin against mine."
I was so eager to do that, I actually ripped a button loose in my
frenzy. I had a tee shirt under my shirt and pulled it off as well. Then
I pulled her to me feeling her firm nipples scraping against my chest. I
looked in her eyes, and she opened her lips a bit, so I kissed her. As
we kissed, I rubbed her back, then snuck a hand around to tease her left
boob or what I could get at of it.
"Stand up."
We stood. She took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom. She walked
me to the bed, then turned to face me.
"Unzip my skirt."
At this point I was so far into terra incognita that I wasn't even
nervous any more. I reached out undid the button at the top of her
skirt, then unzipped it. I let go of the zipper and the skirt fell to
the floor at her feet. She stepped out of her skirt and kicked off her
shoes, so she was now only in her panties in front of me.
"Take off your pants."
I kicked off my shoes, not even bothering to untie them, then undid my
belt, unzipped my pants, let them fall to my feet and stepped out of
them. Susan sat on the bed, leaned back and pulled me down on top of
her. We kissed, caressed and played with each other for a long time,
shifting positions, sometimes side by side, sometimes me on top, and
sometimes her. At one point she rolled off me, and stopped me from
rolling onto her. She lifted her hips off the bed.
"Take off my panties. Then take off yours."
I pulled her panties down, and as I did she dropped her hips back to the
bed and lifted her feet so I could pull them all the way off. I flung
them across the room, then took off my undershorts. I thought maybe she
was ready to have me in her, but instead she pulled my head down to her
pussy and spread her legs. She was completely shaved down there and her
pussy was open in front of me.
I stuck my tongue out and licked her slit from the bottom to the top. As
I reached the top, her clit peeked out from the folds, just a little
bit. I took the little nub between my lips and sucked on it, as she
gasped and pushed her pussy into my face. Her pussy lips spread open
further and her clit stuck out more. I stuck my tongue into her slit and
kissed licked and sucked on her pussy and clit like there was no
tomorrow. I felt like if I died that night, my life would have been
complete.
She moaned and wrapped her legs around my neck, pulling me closer and
tighter to her. I got my hands back into the whole thing by grabbing her
ass and massaging that as I worked her pussy over. She rocked back and
forth, then arched her back, grabbing my head in her hands and holding
it so tight to her that I could barely breathe. Her juices flowed
freely, until she actually squirted in my mouth and on my face.
After she settled back down again, she let my head go and no longer held
my neck tight with her legs. She unwrapped her legs and pulled me up her
body to lie on top of her. She kissed me, tasting her own juices on my
mouth and face.
"Jaime, if you can do what you're told, you're a keeper. I think you
deserve your reward."
She lifted up on my hips and I lifted them off her. She reached down,
grabbed my dick and guided it into her pussy. I was a little concerned,
because my dick isn't all that big, and I was worried she'd be
disappointed. I was about to say something when she smiled, kissed me,
and spoke.
"That feels marvelous. Do it boy. Fuck me."
I could feel her pussy gripping my dick and it felt like nothing ever
before. Okay, I've wanked myself, but it never felt anything like this.
I eased it out then back in, moaning as I did it.
"Do it. Faster. Harder."
I pumped away, enjoying it, and feeling that if I never got another
chance, it was still more than worth it. I realized I was about to come,
and told her. In the meantime, she'd wrapped her legs around my waist
and as I started to come, pulled me deep inside her. I collapsed onto
her, almost unconscious from the feelings. As I regained my senses, I
looked at her, and kissed her.
"God, I love you Susan."
"And if you can be a good boy and do what you're told, there's a lot
more to come. Unless you're just happy fucking me once, then never again."
"I want to do this with you for a long time to come."
I woke up the next morning in bed with my head on her shoulder, with my
mouth near her breast. For just a second, I wondered if last night and
the morning had just been part of some fantastic wet dream. Susan woke
up and stroked my head. I looked up at her and we kissed.
For days after that, we went back to her place and made love at night.
Since we had to go to work most mornings, she told me I could bring some
of my clothes over for when I stayed the night, which now seemed to be
every night. After a couple of weeks, I simply moved in and let my
studio apartment go. I contributed to the rent at her place. Slowly the
changes began.
"Those tighty whities you wear are horrible. First, white undershorts
are so last millennium, and second they've started to turn gray. We need
to get you something new and pretty."
"Pretty?"
"Something to make you look sexy."
"Like what?"
"I want you to wear some nice panties."
"You mean like...?"
"That's exactly what I mean."
"I can't wear panties."
"Why not?"
"What would the other people in the office think?"
"You go around showing your underwear to the other people in the office?"
"No, but..."
"Then how would they ever know? If you're worried, pee in a stall, just
don't drop pants and panties all the way to the floor and no one will
ever be able to tell."
"It doesn't feel right."
"You said you'd do what I ask you to. I'm asking you to wear panties. If
you aren't going to do what I ask, then move back out and see if you can
find another girlfriend. Remember, I told you I was a little kinky."
We went out shopping and she bought me several pair of panties, all very feminine. I was concerned about how I'd keep my penis in the panties.
It's small, but there isn't much room in the crotch. She took me to a
specialty store and bought me a gaff to tuck my dick out of the way. The
woman there explained in detail how to use it. I was embarrassed, but
listened.
I asked the clerk how she knew so much about putting on a gaff and she
said she wore one before her operation. I think my eyes about bugged out
of my head. She kissed me on the cheek, and I looked carefully at her.
I'd never have thought she was once a guy. Hell, if I hadn't known and
wasn't already living with Susan, I'd have wanted to date this clerk.
At any rate, I began wearing the gaff and the panties to work as well as
at home and whenever we went out together. I felt weird as shit at
first, but after a while, it just began to feel normal. One evening
Susan and I were at home and she was shaving around her pussy, and using
hair removal cream on her legs. After she finished, she had me come over
and she began putting depilatory crème on my legs.
"What... what are you doing?"
" I'm cleaning this nasty hair off your legs. You don't have as much as
most guys, but I don't like hair on you any more than I like it on me."
"But..."
"I want you to get rid of your body hair, just like I get rid of mine.
Fair is fair."
"If people know..."
"Who are you taking your clothes off around, besides me?"
"No one."
"Then who else will know? And competitive male swimmers shave all their
body hair. It isn't just women. Besides, you know our deal."
She used the cream on my arms and legs and that pathetic amount of chest
hair I had. Then she got her razor and shaved my underarms and around my
dick and balls. Again, it felt weird at first, then I kind of got used
to it. Now my smooth body and her smooth body rubbed together and I felt sensations that had been slightly blocked by the hair.
Meantime our sex life was still going great guns. We fucked nearly every
night, except when she had her period, and even then we did plenty short
of fucking. Before long she decided she wanted to add another twist to
our love making. Susan had or got a strap-on and wanted to fuck me in
the ass with it.
"You stick a dick in me all the time. You even stick it in my ass when
I'm on my period. Why is my ass open game and yours off limits?"
"Isn't that gay?"
"Nothing that a man and woman do together in bed is gay. It's only gay
if you do it with another man or I do it with another woman."
She had me get on my hands and knees on the bed. Susan got behind me
with the strap-on.
"Look, I'll use plenty of lube on it so it's more comfortable for you."
In my nervousness, I think my ass tightened up considerably, but she
didn't rush. She lubed a finger and eased it in. Once it was moving
easily in my ass, she stuck in a second finger. That was a little
tougher, but slowly I relaxed and it moved okay. She pulled her fingers
out and began to ease the strap-on into my ass. I thought it would feel horrible, but in fact, it wasn't that bad.
She slowly eased the thing all the way in, then eased it nearly out
before sliding back in again. Before long she had a good rhythm going
and I could feel the fake dick fucking my ass. I just tried to relax and
let it happen to make Susan happy. I didn't even notice my dick had
gotten hard, until I came with her fucking my ass.
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She stopped with the dick in my ass, while I spurted all over the bed.
She held onto my hips to keep it in there as I almost collapsed from the orgasm. Finally she let go and let me sink onto the bed as the strap-on
eased its way back out of my ass. She rolled me on my side and lay down alongside me.
"Why do I think that someone who was reluctant enjoyed it a lot more
than he thought he would?"
We began adding that to our regular fucking routine, and before long,
when the strap-on was clean, she even had me sucking on it. I mean, I
was still repelled at the thought of sucking or being fucked by a real
dick, but I kind of got used to this.
After a few weeks, Susan came home with what appeared to be a pointed
mushroom with a glass jewel on the end. It was a butt plug and she had
two, one pink and one blue.
"You're mine and I'm yours. We don't have rings because we aren't
married, but this is a way for us to show the link we have. I'll wear
one and you wear the other."
How was I going to argue with her? Was it worth moving out and losing
her? And kind of like the panties and shaving, how would anyone beside
us ever know. Besides which at this point I was getting used to having
her stick things in my ass. I took the blue one and she took the pink.
She put mine in my ass, and I put hers in her ass.
Every time Susan asked me to do something weird like this, our fucking
would be particularly intense and long lasting. She became a real sex
machine in bed for days afterwards.
Susan said she had some pills that would help inhibit my body and facial
hair, and she had me start taking them every day. Sure enough, I noticed
I was getting less hair, particularly on my face, and the body hair was
lighter and finer. After a few weeks, I noticed my nipples getting a lot
more sensitive. The areolas seemed to get larger as well. I didn't
understand and mentioned something to her.
When I took off my shirt, she ran her hands over my nipples and I felt
almost electric shocks of pleasure. I know that doesn't make sense, but
that's the only way I can describe it. She stroked my nipples as I just
lay back and was astounded by the sensations. She then put her lips on
one nipple and began sucking on it. I thought I was going to levitate
off the bed. I couldn't have even imagined that having a woman touch and
suck my nipples could feel so good. I didn't come like spurting, but I
felt rolling waves of pleasure going through my body.
Needless to say,, we now had something new to add to our sex play. Later
she told me she'd checked and found that was one of the side effects of
the pills that inhibited hair. Only months later did I realize she'd
lied to me. I was taking hormones that blocked male hormones and
supplied female hormones. Before long, I began to grow boobs.
Susan dismissed that, saying lots of men had man-boobs. It was nothing
unusual. Well, no it wasn't unusual for men taking hormones to
transition to female. Before long I easily had a-cup boobs, and had to
wear tight tee shirts to keep my boobs hidden at work. Every now and
then someone would give me a funny look, but no one at work ever said
anything.
One Friday night, we went home before going out.
"Jaime, dear. I was you to dress up extra special for me tonight. We
aren't going out with the usual group. It'll just be you and me some
place different."
"Okay. What do you want me to wear?"
"I'll find some things and dress you. Take off everything but your panties."
I undressed, with my little boobs kind of dangling, which embarrassed
me. As she walked by, she stopped and kissed each boob in turn. She
produced a bra which would not hold her boobs, but was the right size
for mine.
"You want me to wear a bra in public?"
"Yes, I do. And you will wear it. Besides by the time I'm done no one
will notice."
I put the bra on, though Susan had to help me fasten it. She then
produced a pink pullover top and had me put it on. I was starting to get uneasy. She came up to me, stroked my body and kissed me.
"Trust me. When I'm done, no one will even recognize you as the Jaime I
work with. Besides we're going some place where the other work folks
don't go."
She put a skirt on me that didn't quite come to my knees. She then sat
me down and painted my fingernails a bright red. She then plucked my
eyebrows slightly to shape them, and made up my face. I sat there in
shock as she did this. Base, eyeliner, eye shadow, lipstick -- if I
looked like I was even going to protest, she put her finger to my lips
to hush me. Finally she pulled a blonde wig out of her closet and put it
on me.
"We've let your hair get a little longer, but it isn't quite long enough
for this yet. Give it a couple of months, we'll get there."
Obviously she was saying she planned to do this again, probably more
than once. I wanted to cry, but was almost numb. I couldn't find the
tears, and besides it would have messed up my makeup and Susan would
have been mad at me.
"Jaime is not only my special boy, you're also my special girl. I do
love you so, and you know you'll get your reward later."
She put me in a pair of two inch wedge heels.
"You can't handle serious heels. We'll get there though."
I looked in the mirror and I didn't recognize me. I saw a pretty blonde
girl, dressed to kill. Back in the day I'd have killed to get that girl
-- now I was that girl.
Susan dressed and we went to a club we'd never been to before. It was
way on the other side of town and almost hidden. We walked in and I
didn't recognize a single person there, and was very relieved. As I
looked about, I noticed that most of the guys were dancing with other
guys, and most of the women danced with other women. Susan noticed my
looking around, smiled, and stroked my head before kissing me.
"Don't worry honey. Most of the guys here won't have any interest in you
-- at least as long as they think you're a girl. Just make sure if you
go to the bathroom, to use the women's."
I hadn't even thought that far ahead, but realized I sure didn't want to
walk in a men's room dressed like this. We found a table and got some
drinks. We sipped our drinks, and with a little alcohol, I was starting
to relax. A very masculine looking woman came over to our table.
"Hey, Suzie-Q. Haven't seen much of you for a while. Guess I know why
now. You found yourself a new little squeeze."
"Hey, Jill. This is my girlfriend, Jaime."
"Damn girl. You better keep a tight hold on Jaime, or I'll steal her
away from you."
"Go ahead and try. I'm not sure you'll get far."
"I... Susan and I live together."
"Got her locked down, huh. Have fun girls."
She laughed and walked off. I was surprised how many women came over and
talked to us. I was even more surprised how many flirted with me. As a
guy, no one even paid any attention to me. Now that I appeared to be a
woman, half the women in this place seem to want me. I said something to
Susan about it.
"You're fresh meat. They've never seen you before or slept with you and
you're cute enough to catch their attention."
After we'd had a drink or two we got up and danced. We found ourselves
in the middle of a bunch of women. Half the time I couldn't be
completely sure who I was dancing with. A slow number came on and Susan
slow danced with me. I let her lead. I'm not a good enough dancer to lead.
That number ended and another slow number came on and a gorgeous woman
asked if she could cut in and grabbed me around the waist and danced
with me. She snuggled close to me and ran her hand all over my ass while
we danced. At the end of the number she gave me a passionate kiss and
felt up my boobs. I turned to go back to Susan, and another woman
grabbed me.
"Hey honey, dance with me."
"I have to get back to..."
"She can do without you for one more dance. Come on beautiful, dance
with me."
This woman was groping me like nobody's business. My gaff was holding me
very tight, otherwise she'd have felt my prick when her hand went down
there. It almost felt like I was being sexually assaulted on the dance
floor. The dance ended and she kissed me and groped me some more. I
started to try to break free and she held on until Susan appeared.
"Okay, bitch. You've had your fun. Jaime's taken, so go find someone else."
The woman glared at Susan who stood her ground. Several other women and
men gathered around. As they were facing off, a female bouncer grabbed
the other woman's arm.
"Okay Charlotte. Go back and play with your friends. We aren't going to
have any trouble here now, are we?"
Charlotte glared at the bouncer, then at Susan, and stomped off away
from us. Susan and I went back to our table and got another drink. A
little later, I saw Charlotte leave with another woman. Later on the
bouncer came over to our table.
"Sorry about that. She gets really pushy after she's had too many drinks."
"That's okay. It was just that Jaime didn't know how to handle her."
The bouncer looked me over very carefully.
"Jaime, huh. She's trans, isn't she."
I didn't know what the hell she was talking about, but Susan obviously did.
"Just come out. Hasn't had bottom surgery though."
"You pass real well, honey."
"Tha... thanks."
"So is she going all the way?"
"Not for the time being. Still trying to decide her direction. You'll
keep that on the downlow though, right?"
"Sure thing, Suze. Don't want to run off this pretty lady. I'd be half
tempted to go for her, even knowing she's still got a package."
We left shortly after and went home. We had some of the wildest sex we'd
had in weeks. After we were both exhausted from fucking, I asked what
the bouncer had meant. Susan told me not to worry about it for now.
The next morning, I was going to clean off all the makeup and change to
boy clothes. Susan asked me to stay that way and go to the mall with
her. I felt really weird, but did it. She put me in another outfit and
open toe flats. She touched up my makeup and we went out.
At the mall, there was a nail salon. Susan dragged me in there for a
pedicure. They massaged my feet, cleaned off the callus, trimmed and
shaped my toenails, then painted them. We gave it a little time to dry,
then walked the mall and went clothes shopping. Susan bought me a few
more girl outfits. I had to go in the women's dressing rooms to try on
some of the clothes and once I'd done it a few times, it didn't even matter.
We had to pee, and Susan walked me into the women's restroom. I'd been
in the women's room last night at the bar, but it felt different at the
mall. I had to pee though, so I did it, washed my hands and left.
As we walked through the mall, a couple of young guys tried hitting up
on us -- both Susan and me, and seemed every bit as interested in me as
in Susan. Susan made some polite excuses and got us away from them. We
were walking back to the car, when a guy in the parking lot yelled out
to us.
"Hey, baby. I'd sure love to get my hands on that ass. You bet."
"Take it easy and just ignore him. He's trying to get a rise out of you."
We got in our car and drove off, and I'd swear I thought I saw that guy
pass us in traffic a little later. We got back home and Susan suggested
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