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A man travels on business to San Francisco and through the inadvertent misuse of a male enhancement cream is transformed into a woman. If you have not read previous chapters this won’t make a lot of sense.
As I showered I rolled the tip of my cock around with my finger, and found my pubic hair scratchy on the sensitive tip and wondered if I’d have the nerve to shave my pubic hair. I had never done it but knew that many men did and thought nothing of it. I got out of the shower and toweled dry before going back to bed. And in a moment of lustful indulgence smeared the remaining cream from the first jar all over my cock and balls. The warmth was immediate and the pleasure was as intense as the night before, if not more so. My cock swelled and although it felt much smaller in my hand, the pleasure was strong and I knew I wanted to cum hard again.
I had no fantasy at that moment, no fantasy except the pleasure I felt and the hope that my orgasm would be as intense as before. And it was, my cock didn’t get as hard as before, but I was able to stimulate myself nonetheless. I played with my new breasts, smearing cream over them as well.
And my orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks, I convulsed with pleasure and felt the tip of my cock swell without the shaft hardening further and a small amount of cum oozed out. I didn’t care if it wasn’t a prostate gripping pinch deep inside, I had cum hard and it lasted for minutes instead of seconds. I rolled around on the bed, moaning aloud as wave after wave racked my body.
And then it subsided, slowly, unlike my normal shoot and go limp orgasm. I lay on the bed, my hand between my legs holding my cock and balls and my other hand rubbing my nipples enjoying the pleasure of the afterglow of my orgasm
I remained on the bed for over an hour, feeling my hand holding my crotch. I turned on my side, I could feel my breast pressing against my arm, it felt wonderful and as I looked down I couldn’t believe that even though they were small I had what would pass for cleavage as I pressed my breasts together with my arms.
I can’t explain it but I was pleased with this instead of shocked, for some reason it just seemed right, yet there was this disconnect in my brain. “I am a man,” I told myself as if I needed to remind myself of the fact, yet just below my chin were a pair of boobs that were as female as any I had ever enjoyed. I wondered if this was all a dream, some stupor caused by something in the cream. My mind seemed to jump from pride over the breasts to a bit of panic over the change that had occurred so suddenly.
I looked over at the nightstand, the first jar sat there empty; its contents rubbed onto my body and vanished within me. I picked up the note Al Lam had sent with it and reread it, I was reminded by her instructions that the changes were permanent, yet I wondered if it held some hormone that would soon pass out of my body and I’d return to normal. “These things are never what they advertise themselves,” I reminded myself again.
I slid out of bed, as naked as I was when I entered it, my tits jiggled a bit as I stood, I found that erotic from a male perspective, yet a bit provocative wondering how I would cover them in my regular attire. I walked over to my laptop computer and logged on reading messages from clients and then did a search on hormones that produce breasts in men. I learned that there were indeed several medications that when used regularly could produce breast material in men, which was known as gyneocomastia.
It can also occur, I read on a nationally known medical site, that a hormone imbalance can also cause it and in some cases it may require surgery or medication to reverse the condition. In some cases the change is permanent with surgery being the only alternative. I looked down at my new boobs and cupped them again, the feeling I did every time I touched them was the same, it went right between my legs and my arousal would begin.
I stopped touching myself, I needed to get to the bottom of this and the best thought I had was to go right to the source, Ah Lam. I found her business card that was left with the package and among her many services I read that she had an “Asian Antiquity Store” as she described it right here in Chinatown. I had planned on going out anyway and so I decided her store would be the first stop.
I pulled on my underwear; it seemed strange to look as “flat” in front as I looked into the mirror. I pulled on my tailored dress shirt, which was now snug in the front, but ignored it as I had no choice. As I let the room I slipped on my suit coat and left it unbuttoned to let it mask the swelling in my chest and headed to the elevator. As I walked I was aware of the friction between the shirt and my now more prominent nipples, I felt them harden and that tug in my groin that signaled the start of my arousal.
I returned to the room and added a t-shirt, which was now very snug, under the dress shirt hoping that the movement between my shirt and nipples would be less problematic. I didn’t need to walk about Chinatown aroused!
As I entered Ah Lam’s shop I was greeted by the scent of incense as well as herbs and spices that gave me the feeling that I had stepped off an American street onto a Chinese street. The shop was filled with antiques and as I closed the door behind me I saw a young Asian woman approach me. “Good morning Sir,” she said with a smile, “how may we serve you today?”
“I was hoping to see Ah Lam, this is her shop isn’t it?” I asked as I looked into the shadows obscuring the back of the shop.
“Yes, Ah Lam is in the back, won’t you please come this way,” she said as she began walking toward the back.
As I approached Ah Lam stood from behind a large roll top desk, she immediately waved the young woman away and approached me with an apprehensive look, “Yes Mr. Price, I have expected a visit or call from you, your displeasure is written on your face,” the wrinkled old woman said.
“I am not sure if what I am feeling is displeasure, shock, or something else,” I said looking around to see if there was any one else standing near.
Ah Lam noted my concern and waved her had toward a door, “Please Mr. Price, step this way.” She moved very slowly, most probably a matter of age more than anything else.
“Please be seated,” she said pointing to a chair as she closed the door. “We are alone in here and your privacy is assured,” she said as she seated herself beside me in a delicate looking chair. “Please tell me what is on your mind.”
I hesitated not knowing what exactly to say or how much to tell her. “Did you use the cream or are you upset that I suggested it?” Ah Lam asked in such a sweet and concerned voice that she put me at ease.
“I used it,” I admitted, and then began telling her of my fitful night and now the fact that I had boobs and my “manhood has all but vanished,” and when done telling her the whole sordid story she nodded as if knowing it in advance and leaned forward placing her wrinkled old hand on my knee.
“How much did you use? Did you follow the instructions?” She asked.
“I didn’t follow the directions I guess; those get large ointments never work so when it enhanced my pleasure I used all of one jar at four different times.” I hung my head feeling ashamed that I had been so impulsive. It was like telling my mother I was jerking off with lust in my mind and a cream to give me pleasure.
“Well Mr. Price you must know that this cream is an ancient formula and there was enough in the two jars to last many weeks. It was developed hundreds of years ago for those men in our culture that felt that having small genitals was a sign of weakness. Many others found ways to please their partner and themselves without adding size. But our ancestors took this plight seriously.” She finished looking at me with what seemed to be the wisdom of the ages.
I asked if there was a substance in the cream that was habit forming, “no, but the effects are permanent and nothing is known to reverse the situation. You see Mr. Price, our ancestors studied the human condition, it was not science like we have today with fancy equipment and computers. It was more careful observation and study over many years. What they understood is that within each of is both male and female, and achieving a balance on one side or the other produces inner peace.”
I wasn’t sure I understood what she was saying and I said, “The Yin and Yang thing, right?”
“Many misunderstand this as the balance I speak of.” Ah Lam said. “In fact Yin and Yang describe how opposites fit perfectly to compliment the strength of the other, to fit together as a whole instead of each part being the whole. What I speak of is balance, or in Chinese Pínghéng. And that is what our ancients attempted to develop the cream to do, to balance the male and female of each person who used it. In today’s science we know that the male hormone, testosterone, makes a man what he is in his outward appearance as well as it drives his libido. And we know he has estrogen, the female hormone but in very small amounts. In women testosterone produces arousal while estrogen brings on the strong female characteristics.”
Ah Lam seemed much wiser than just being an old Chinese woman with a lot of folk history to back her up. “Our ancients supposed a man with a small penis was out of balance between his male and female side and they found ways to change that balance to produce the growth they wanted. You have used far more that the amount suggested and now your balance must have shifted towards the other side and unfortunately the changes are permanent. I will do some more study to see what I can find out and get back to you.”
Our conversation lasted for more than an hour with Ah Lam listening intently and answering my questions, she concluded in answer to my question about future use of the product. “Mr. Price you are in uncharted waters, my literature tells me that this has happened before but the individual stopped using it before any unknown problem surfaced. Please stay in contact with me, if I can be of further assistance please don’t hesitate to call.”
I walked back to the hotel in deep thought. My mind was full of this situation, on one hand the new sensuality I was experiencing with each masturbation was extremely gratifying, yet on the other hand I felt my grip on my masculinity was tenuous at best. As I entered the lobby a middle aged man behind the desk said, “Mr. Price, your bags have been found by the airline and we took the liberty of putting them in your room.”
I thanked him with not much thought about anything but the questions floating through my mind. I opened my doors and was surprised to see four suitcases setting in the bedroom of the suite. Each one had a handwritten tag with a barcode; it had “D. Price” on the tags, which I assumed meant my name, Dan Price. But I had one bag only when I checked it through. This had to be a mistake.
I had not eaten since this morning so called for room service and checked my computer while waiting for the cart to arrive. It was another young woman with the cart, and unlike last night this young woman had very dark skin and her accent was definitely not from around here. “Nigeria?” I asked her.
“Yes sir, how did you know?” she asked.
“Just a guess, sort of a hobby of mine trying to guess dialects,” I said as I tipped her and uncovered my lunch. I took a bite of the sandwich and instead of drinking the tea I ordered I pulled a scotch out of the restocked mini-bar and poured it over ice. As I did so I looked at my hands, they looked different, “I must be imagining things,” I said and took a sip of the drink.
I turned my attention to the four suitcases setting in my room; all of them were held together with duct tape and then sealed in a bag. They looked like they had been dragged here instead of in the cargo hold of the airliner. I selected the bag that appeared to be mine, who knew these days with all of them looking so much alike?
I put it on the bed and after getting it open I studied the contents. My shoes were there, but the rest of the clothing was HUGE, I could have made a tent with the sweatpants and I shuddered to think what the guy looked like it the plaid boxers that were as large as the pants. After going through it the only thing in it that was mine were the shoes so I replaced the wadded tape and put it aside.
I ate a bit more and then looked at another suitcase. When I opened it my eye went immediately to the shimmer of white satin, virginal white satin to be specific. I touched it with my finger tips, the fabric was so soft and slick to the touch, I knew I should have just put it all back in the bag but my curiosity got the best of me. I pulled out the floor length gown, it was stunning with the detail, and it made me think of a 1940’s movie “To Be or Not To Be” with Carole Lombard looking so hot wearing a gown such as this.
My heart thumped in my chest, I had no idea why but I rubbed the satin against my face, it was like liquid velvet against my face and slipped through my fingers as I dropped it into the suitcase, or what was left of the beat up exterior. My thoughts went back to the feel of my dress shirt against my expanded nipples, I just had to know! I had never been attracted to such thoughts, crossdressing was something I had snickered about when it was mentioned, “a real guy would never…..” was the bigoted thought that always seemed to be part of my thought about the topic.
But at this moment none of those thoughts came to mind, I had to know what it felt like to wear such a glamourous gown against my sensitive nipples. I stripped off all my clothes and cupped my breasts, they had not gone down in size and my nipples immediately reacted to my touch. I slipped the gown over my head; it was a perfect fit and felt wonderful against my skin, especially my sensitive nipples. I walked about the room, “now I get it,” I said aloud. At that moment I understood the sensuous feel of supple fabrics, it all made sense to me and I had no judgmental thoughts about dressing this way, just the luxury of feeling sensual fabric against my body.
I looked back at the suitcase, as I bent to look down I peeked down the front of the gown, “Damn,” I thought to myself, “peeking down your own top,” and I grinned at the thought of all the peeks I had taken down women’s tops. I wasn’t a pervert in that way, but seeing a breast nestled in a pretty bra with the filtered light though a blouse always got my mind racing and my cock turning hard. Now I was enjoying the view of my breasts, my hard nipples so close to the slippery satin fabric, yet my cock did not begin to harden. I cupped my breast and the electric shock to my groin was immediate and if I continued I would not finish this project. I stopped as I noticed the sexiest panty I could have ever imagined a woman wearing. They had a sheer nylon front and a full satin back, and like the gown the panty was white on white with the lace accents.
I couldn’t resist, I had gone this far so I stepped into them and felt that same sensuous feel of fine fabric, I pulled it up between my legs and as I rubbed my hand over the front of the panty I was surprised to not feel my balls at all. I pulled the panties down and looked down, they seemed to be gone and there was a cavity where they should have been. I probed inside the area and then felt them tucked way up high inside me, “just like when I was born I suppose.”
I stepped into the bathroom and inspected my crotch in the mirror, the tip of my cock was still visible, but clearly just a nub. I spread my legs, what was left of my scrotum hung between my legs where my balls used to be. I pulled on the folds of flesh but my balls refused to move down. I was not in any pain so I decided that at this point there was nothing to worry about or rather nothing I was going to do in a strange city and no medical professional to consult. Then as I pulled the panties up again I was surprised at how little of my cock tip showed through, although I could plainly see it through the sheer fabric. There was a bit of a small bump but for the most part the panties showed a clean line from the waistband down between my legs. The panties fit me snugly but not uncomfortably and as I walked back into the bedroom area I felt the gown swishing across my panty covered ass, it was nothing short of an amazing feeling.
The feeling of the fabric and the taboo nature of the way I was dressed aroused me. Yes, it was strange to say that these garments against me aroused me. I ran my hands down my front, lingering on my new breasts, feeling my nipples react to the satin fabric and my touch. I let my hand explore further down; it was like I was caressing a woman, exploring all those places where she and I both found pleasure. I could feel the arousal build and as I cupped my crotch, now devoid of my balls hanging in their place, I wanted to feel pleasure. I dropped onto the bed, the gown swished across my legs; the sensual feeling seemed to trigger a strong need to touch myself.
I pulled the gown up and exposed my panty covered cock and began to rub the bump that refused to harden into the male member , which had brought me pleasure so many times. Arousal for me was always a little like a light switch, off or on. If I saw something that triggered my arousal, my cock would respond and being small would become hard within a few seconds, certainly not more than a minute. I was feeling aroused and craved the pleasure that touch always brought, but my cock refused to respond.
I stripped out of the garments thinking that perhaps the fact that I was dressed in this way was distracting me from becoming fully aroused. I am not sure why that thought entered my head, perhaps it was that feeling I was doing something taboo. I rubbed the tip of my cock but as good as it felt I knew I was not getting to where I wanted to be, I wanted an erection because I was so used pleasure as a result of a throbbing hard-on. I knew the answer, but hesitated out of fear of the unknown.
I turned my head; the unopened jar of cream was within reach. My hand was shaking as I picked it up and dipped into the slippery cream that had brought me so much pleasure in such a short time period. “You are in uncharted waters,” Ah Lam had said, her wrinkled old face serious in thought and concern as I had told her what the cream had done to me. But as much as I feared what might happen, I wanted to feel my arousal, to know I could still have an orgasm.
As I showered I rolled the tip of my cock around with my finger, and found my pubic hair scratchy on the sensitive tip and wondered if I’d have the nerve to shave my pubic hair. I had never done it but knew that many men did and thought nothing of it. I got out of the shower and toweled dry before going back to bed. And in a moment of lustful indulgence smeared the remaining cream from the first jar all over my cock and balls. The warmth was immediate and the pleasure was as intense as the night before, if not more so. My cock swelled and although it felt much smaller in my hand, the pleasure was strong and I knew I wanted to cum hard again.
I had no fantasy at that moment, no fantasy except the pleasure I felt and the hope that my orgasm would be as intense as before. And it was, my cock didn’t get as hard as before, but I was able to stimulate myself nonetheless. I played with my new breasts, smearing cream over them as well.
And my orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks, I convulsed with pleasure and felt the tip of my cock swell without the shaft hardening further and a small amount of cum oozed out. I didn’t care if it wasn’t a prostate gripping pinch deep inside, I had cum hard and it lasted for minutes instead of seconds. I rolled around on the bed, moaning aloud as wave after wave racked my body.
And then it subsided, slowly, unlike my normal shoot and go limp orgasm. I lay on the bed, my hand between my legs holding my cock and balls and my other hand rubbing my nipples enjoying the pleasure of the afterglow of my orgasm
I remained on the bed for over an hour, feeling my hand holding my crotch. I turned on my side, I could feel my breast pressing against my arm, it felt wonderful and as I looked down I couldn’t believe that even though they were small I had what would pass for cleavage as I pressed my breasts together with my arms.
I can’t explain it but I was pleased with this instead of shocked, for some reason it just seemed right, yet there was this disconnect in my brain. “I am a man,” I told myself as if I needed to remind myself of the fact, yet just below my chin were a pair of boobs that were as female as any I had ever enjoyed. I wondered if this was all a dream, some stupor caused by something in the cream. My mind seemed to jump from pride over the breasts to a bit of panic over the change that had occurred so suddenly.
I looked over at the nightstand, the first jar sat there empty; its contents rubbed onto my body and vanished within me. I picked up the note Al Lam had sent with it and reread it, I was reminded by her instructions that the changes were permanent, yet I wondered if it held some hormone that would soon pass out of my body and I’d return to normal. “These things are never what they advertise themselves,” I reminded myself again.
I slid out of bed, as naked as I was when I entered it, my tits jiggled a bit as I stood, I found that erotic from a male perspective, yet a bit provocative wondering how I would cover them in my regular attire. I walked over to my laptop computer and logged on reading messages from clients and then did a search on hormones that produce breasts in men. I learned that there were indeed several medications that when used regularly could produce breast material in men, which was known as gyneocomastia.
It can also occur, I read on a nationally known medical site, that a hormone imbalance can also cause it and in some cases it may require surgery or medication to reverse the condition. In some cases the change is permanent with surgery being the only alternative. I looked down at my new boobs and cupped them again, the feeling I did every time I touched them was the same, it went right between my legs and my arousal would begin.
I stopped touching myself, I needed to get to the bottom of this and the best thought I had was to go right to the source, Ah Lam. I found her business card that was left with the package and among her many services I read that she had an “Asian Antiquity Store” as she described it right here in Chinatown. I had planned on going out anyway and so I decided her store would be the first stop.
I pulled on my underwear; it seemed strange to look as “flat” in front as I looked into the mirror. I pulled on my tailored dress shirt, which was now snug in the front, but ignored it as I had no choice. As I let the room I slipped on my suit coat and left it unbuttoned to let it mask the swelling in my chest and headed to the elevator. As I walked I was aware of the friction between the shirt and my now more prominent nipples, I felt them harden and that tug in my groin that signaled the start of my arousal.
I returned to the room and added a t-shirt, which was now very snug, under the dress shirt hoping that the movement between my shirt and nipples would be less problematic. I didn’t need to walk about Chinatown aroused!
As I entered Ah Lam’s shop I was greeted by the scent of incense as well as herbs and spices that gave me the feeling that I had stepped off an American street onto a Chinese street. The shop was filled with antiques and as I closed the door behind me I saw a young Asian woman approach me. “Good morning Sir,” she said with a smile, “how may we serve you today?”
“I was hoping to see Ah Lam, this is her shop isn’t it?” I asked as I looked into the shadows obscuring the back of the shop.
“Yes, Ah Lam is in the back, won’t you please come this way,” she said as she began walking toward the back.
As I approached Ah Lam stood from behind a large roll top desk, she immediately waved the young woman away and approached me with an apprehensive look, “Yes Mr. Price, I have expected a visit or call from you, your displeasure is written on your face,” the wrinkled old woman said.
“I am not sure if what I am feeling is displeasure, shock, or something else,” I said looking around to see if there was any one else standing near.
Ah Lam noted my concern and waved her had toward a door, “Please Mr. Price, step this way.” She moved very slowly, most probably a matter of age more than anything else.
“Please be seated,” she said pointing to a chair as she closed the door. “We are alone in here and your privacy is assured,” she said as she seated herself beside me in a delicate looking chair. “Please tell me what is on your mind.”
I hesitated not knowing what exactly to say or how much to tell her. “Did you use the cream or are you upset that I suggested it?” Ah Lam asked in such a sweet and concerned voice that she put me at ease.
“I used it,” I admitted, and then began telling her of my fitful night and now the fact that I had boobs and my “manhood has all but vanished,” and when done telling her the whole sordid story she nodded as if knowing it in advance and leaned forward placing her wrinkled old hand on my knee.
“How much did you use? Did you follow the instructions?” She asked.
“I didn’t follow the directions I guess; those get large ointments never work so when it enhanced my pleasure I used all of one jar at four different times.” I hung my head feeling ashamed that I had been so impulsive. It was like telling my mother I was jerking off with lust in my mind and a cream to give me pleasure.
“Well Mr. Price you must know that this cream is an ancient formula and there was enough in the two jars to last many weeks. It was developed hundreds of years ago for those men in our culture that felt that having small genitals was a sign of weakness. Many others found ways to please their partner and themselves without adding size. But our ancestors took this plight seriously.” She finished looking at me with what seemed to be the wisdom of the ages.
I asked if there was a substance in the cream that was habit forming, “no, but the effects are permanent and nothing is known to reverse the situation. You see Mr. Price, our ancestors studied the human condition, it was not science like we have today with fancy equipment and computers. It was more careful observation and study over many years. What they understood is that within each of is both male and female, and achieving a balance on one side or the other produces inner peace.”
I wasn’t sure I understood what she was saying and I said, “The Yin and Yang thing, right?”
“Many misunderstand this as the balance I speak of.” Ah Lam said. “In fact Yin and Yang describe how opposites fit perfectly to compliment the strength of the other, to fit together as a whole instead of each part being the whole. What I speak of is balance, or in Chinese Pínghéng. And that is what our ancients attempted to develop the cream to do, to balance the male and female of each person who used it. In today’s science we know that the male hormone, testosterone, makes a man what he is in his outward appearance as well as it drives his libido. And we know he has estrogen, the female hormone but in very small amounts. In women testosterone produces arousal while estrogen brings on the strong female characteristics.”
Ah Lam seemed much wiser than just being an old Chinese woman with a lot of folk history to back her up. “Our ancients supposed a man with a small penis was out of balance between his male and female side and they found ways to change that balance to produce the growth they wanted. You have used far more that the amount suggested and now your balance must have shifted towards the other side and unfortunately the changes are permanent. I will do some more study to see what I can find out and get back to you.”
Our conversation lasted for more than an hour with Ah Lam listening intently and answering my questions, she concluded in answer to my question about future use of the product. “Mr. Price you are in uncharted waters, my literature tells me that this has happened before but the individual stopped using it before any unknown problem surfaced. Please stay in contact with me, if I can be of further assistance please don’t hesitate to call.”
I walked back to the hotel in deep thought. My mind was full of this situation, on one hand the new sensuality I was experiencing with each masturbation was extremely gratifying, yet on the other hand I felt my grip on my masculinity was tenuous at best. As I entered the lobby a middle aged man behind the desk said, “Mr. Price, your bags have been found by the airline and we took the liberty of putting them in your room.”
I thanked him with not much thought about anything but the questions floating through my mind. I opened my doors and was surprised to see four suitcases setting in the bedroom of the suite. Each one had a handwritten tag with a barcode; it had “D. Price” on the tags, which I assumed meant my name, Dan Price. But I had one bag only when I checked it through. This had to be a mistake.
I had not eaten since this morning so called for room service and checked my computer while waiting for the cart to arrive. It was another young woman with the cart, and unlike last night this young woman had very dark skin and her accent was definitely not from around here. “Nigeria?” I asked her.
“Yes sir, how did you know?” she asked.
“Just a guess, sort of a hobby of mine trying to guess dialects,” I said as I tipped her and uncovered my lunch. I took a bite of the sandwich and instead of drinking the tea I ordered I pulled a scotch out of the restocked mini-bar and poured it over ice. As I did so I looked at my hands, they looked different, “I must be imagining things,” I said and took a sip of the drink.
I turned my attention to the four suitcases setting in my room; all of them were held together with duct tape and then sealed in a bag. They looked like they had been dragged here instead of in the cargo hold of the airliner. I selected the bag that appeared to be mine, who knew these days with all of them looking so much alike?
I put it on the bed and after getting it open I studied the contents. My shoes were there, but the rest of the clothing was HUGE, I could have made a tent with the sweatpants and I shuddered to think what the guy looked like it the plaid boxers that were as large as the pants. After going through it the only thing in it that was mine were the shoes so I replaced the wadded tape and put it aside.
I ate a bit more and then looked at another suitcase. When I opened it my eye went immediately to the shimmer of white satin, virginal white satin to be specific. I touched it with my finger tips, the fabric was so soft and slick to the touch, I knew I should have just put it all back in the bag but my curiosity got the best of me. I pulled out the floor length gown, it was stunning with the detail, and it made me think of a 1940’s movie “To Be or Not To Be” with Carole Lombard looking so hot wearing a gown such as this.
My heart thumped in my chest, I had no idea why but I rubbed the satin against my face, it was like liquid velvet against my face and slipped through my fingers as I dropped it into the suitcase, or what was left of the beat up exterior. My thoughts went back to the feel of my dress shirt against my expanded nipples, I just had to know! I had never been attracted to such thoughts, crossdressing was something I had snickered about when it was mentioned, “a real guy would never…..” was the bigoted thought that always seemed to be part of my thought about the topic.
But at this moment none of those thoughts came to mind, I had to know what it felt like to wear such a glamourous gown against my sensitive nipples. I stripped off all my clothes and cupped my breasts, they had not gone down in size and my nipples immediately reacted to my touch. I slipped the gown over my head; it was a perfect fit and felt wonderful against my skin, especially my sensitive nipples. I walked about the room, “now I get it,” I said aloud. At that moment I understood the sensuous feel of supple fabrics, it all made sense to me and I had no judgmental thoughts about dressing this way, just the luxury of feeling sensual fabric against my body.
I looked back at the suitcase, as I bent to look down I peeked down the front of the gown, “Damn,” I thought to myself, “peeking down your own top,” and I grinned at the thought of all the peeks I had taken down women’s tops. I wasn’t a pervert in that way, but seeing a breast nestled in a pretty bra with the filtered light though a blouse always got my mind racing and my cock turning hard. Now I was enjoying the view of my breasts, my hard nipples so close to the slippery satin fabric, yet my cock did not begin to harden. I cupped my breast and the electric shock to my groin was immediate and if I continued I would not finish this project. I stopped as I noticed the sexiest panty I could have ever imagined a woman wearing. They had a sheer nylon front and a full satin back, and like the gown the panty was white on white with the lace accents.
I couldn’t resist, I had gone this far so I stepped into them and felt that same sensuous feel of fine fabric, I pulled it up between my legs and as I rubbed my hand over the front of the panty I was surprised to not feel my balls at all. I pulled the panties down and looked down, they seemed to be gone and there was a cavity where they should have been. I probed inside the area and then felt them tucked way up high inside me, “just like when I was born I suppose.”
I stepped into the bathroom and inspected my crotch in the mirror, the tip of my cock was still visible, but clearly just a nub. I spread my legs, what was left of my scrotum hung between my legs where my balls used to be. I pulled on the folds of flesh but my balls refused to move down. I was not in any pain so I decided that at this point there was nothing to worry about or rather nothing I was going to do in a strange city and no medical professional to consult. Then as I pulled the panties up again I was surprised at how little of my cock tip showed through, although I could plainly see it through the sheer fabric. There was a bit of a small bump but for the most part the panties showed a clean line from the waistband down between my legs. The panties fit me snugly but not uncomfortably and as I walked back into the bedroom area I felt the gown swishing across my panty covered ass, it was nothing short of an amazing feeling.
The feeling of the fabric and the taboo nature of the way I was dressed aroused me. Yes, it was strange to say that these garments against me aroused me. I ran my hands down my front, lingering on my new breasts, feeling my nipples react to the satin fabric and my touch. I let my hand explore further down; it was like I was caressing a woman, exploring all those places where she and I both found pleasure. I could feel the arousal build and as I cupped my crotch, now devoid of my balls hanging in their place, I wanted to feel pleasure. I dropped onto the bed, the gown swished across my legs; the sensual feeling seemed to trigger a strong need to touch myself.
I pulled the gown up and exposed my panty covered cock and began to rub the bump that refused to harden into the male member , which had brought me pleasure so many times. Arousal for me was always a little like a light switch, off or on. If I saw something that triggered my arousal, my cock would respond and being small would become hard within a few seconds, certainly not more than a minute. I was feeling aroused and craved the pleasure that touch always brought, but my cock refused to respond.
I stripped out of the garments thinking that perhaps the fact that I was dressed in this way was distracting me from becoming fully aroused. I am not sure why that thought entered my head, perhaps it was that feeling I was doing something taboo. I rubbed the tip of my cock but as good as it felt I knew I was not getting to where I wanted to be, I wanted an erection because I was so used pleasure as a result of a throbbing hard-on. I knew the answer, but hesitated out of fear of the unknown.
I turned my head; the unopened jar of cream was within reach. My hand was shaking as I picked it up and dipped into the slippery cream that had brought me so much pleasure in such a short time period. “You are in uncharted waters,” Ah Lam had said, her wrinkled old face serious in thought and concern as I had told her what the cream had done to me. But as much as I feared what might happen, I wanted to feel my arousal, to know I could still have an orgasm.
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