An adventure for Bunni
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BEACH BUNNI
by kimmie oh
Turn over, darling, I think you're done on that side.
That's it, time to toast your buns a little. I know it's
terribly uncomfortable lying out in the sun so long, but you do
want a perfect tan, don't you? I like the way you look all nice
and brown. Here, take a sip of water. Not too much. I don't want
you to get a tummy ache.
Remember, how you never liked to sit in the sun? You were always
so white and pasty-looking. All you ever wanted to do was sit
inside and stare at the computer screen, working over your silly
equations. You were no fun at all. How did I ever put up with
you? Well, just think of how sweet your soft brown arms will
look in that little sleeveless sun-dress we saw at Macy's. Not
to mention how stunning your long tanned legs will look in those
strappy gold sandals. Yes, darling, the ones with those
impossible heels. That makes it all worthwhile, doesn't it?
How do you like your bathing suit? That white fabric goes just
beautifully against your dark skin. I know its really teeny.
That thong panty leaves nothing to the imagination, does it?
Your whole ass is exposed. That bikini top doesn't hide much
either. Two little white triangles straining to hold up those
huge tits of yours. I know you didn't want such large tits. But
I couldn't help myself. When they asked me what size implants,
I just opted for the biggest. After all, I figured I might as
well get my money's worth. Besides, I thought it would be
fitting seeing how much you used to like looking at other
women's tits. I'm sorry my own were never enough for you. No,
don't apologize. It doesn't matter now, honey. I'm just glad you
finally got the tits you always wanted. I guess you just never
expected you'd be wearing them!
I'm sorry, honey, I don't mean to laugh. I know that everyone
just looks at you like a sex object. But can you blame them?
What's that? Oh, I was wondering what that kid was saying to
you. How old was he, anyway? Thirteen? Fourteen? He thought you
looked like who? I never heard of her. She's a comic book
character? No wonder I never heard of her! That's just
priceless, sweetheart. So, you look like a comic book heroine
out of some adolescent boy's wet dream. That's even better than
I could have expected!
Don't pout.
Yes, it must be terribly frustrating. You have a mind and all.
Of course. But do you really expect anyone to listen to what you
have to say? I'm afraid no one takes a girl who looks like you
seriously. It's just the way it is. I know it's unfair. But you
should see how silly you look when you try to discuss politics
or finance. Between that body of yours and that babydoll voice,
nothing you say sounds the least bit important. No, sweetheart,
you used to be a physics professor. Now you pierce ears in the
mall. The sooner you accept that, the easier this will all be
for you.
You should have seen yourself playing volleyball. I thought you
were going to bounce right out of your top. You were all tits
and ass and apologetic smiles. You played like such a sissy,
squealing and throwing your hands helplessly up in front of your
face every time the ball was hit to you. And the other team kept
hitting the ball right at you! How many points did you lose? Oh
well, the guys on your team didn't seem to mind at all. The
girls, well, that's another matter. I know you're not used to
how mean other women can be to girls that look like you. You
just want to be friends, I understand, but you have to realize
that women resent all the attention you get from guys. They'll
always be jealous of you.
I know that you think you should never have admitted your little
cross-dressing fantasies to me. But the doctor said it was the
only way for us to get our sex-life back on track. You were
functionally impotent, if you remember. She said that if you
acted out your fantasies it might help you regain your ability
to perform. I'll never forget that first night you dressed for
me. You wore a little red satin nightie, red lace panties, and
red toenail polish. You were so bashful. You really were such a
doll. And the bulge in your panties, well, that was the end of
your impotency problem, wasn't it? I guess you must wonder why
things just couldn't have gone on the way they were. I've
thought a lot about that myself the past two years. It's hard to
explain but I suppose I just started falling in love with your
feminine side. You were so much more vulnerable and sweet and
open when you dressed like a girl. I wanted to keep bringing
that side of you out more and more. After a while, I couldn't
stop myself.
You didn't object at all when I had you wear a bra and panties
to work under your clothes. You thought it was just an extension
of our sex games. You were thrilled when I slowly started
replacing your wardrobe with women's slacks and blouses. And you
jumped at my suggestion to keep your nails buffed and lacquered
with clear polish. Oh, that was only the beginning. You were
still a man then. You could have put a stop to it all. But you
didn't want to, did you? No one forced you to spend your
lunch-hour getting electrolysis. I merely commented on how
pretty you'd look if you're body were completely smooth. And
when I took you to the salon to have your hair styled it was you
who brought in that magazine with a picture of Heather Graham.
I guess it was inevitable that people started talking. By that
time you had become a very effeminate-looking man. I don't think
even you realized just how far you'd gone. One day you came home
in tears. You told me that the head of your department had
called you into his office after a discussion with the
administration. They had discussed your case and it was their
decision that you take an immediate leave of absence and that
your return be pending a complete psychological evaluation. A
week later I took you to your psychiatrist. You wore a
blue-plaid jumper, blue tights, and a pair of black ballet
slippers. Your nails were freshly done, painted a coral pink to
match your lip gloss, and folded demurely over your small shiny
black handbag.
Dr. Nancy was quite surprised to see how far you'd gone. After
all, you hadn't been in to see her for five months. You didn't
have much to say so I had to fill her in on what had been
happening to you. Every once in a while Dr. Nancy would ask you
a direct question but, for the most part, we just talked about
what to do with you as if you weren't even there. It didn't
really matter what you thought anymore. You no longer knew what
was best for you. You just sat there nervously fumbling with the
clasp on your handbag as we discussed starting you on hormones.
It must have been disorienting for you to hear how your life as
a man was over and that you would now be living as a girl. Of
course, you still didn't know everything that was in store for
you. But I think it was better that way, even if it did seem as
if I were deceiving you. Really, I only had your best interests
in mind.
I think the gender reassignment group that Dr. Nancy suggested
did wonders for your self-esteem. To be around other girls like
yourself made you so much more comfortable with what was
happening to you. Every Thursday evening you would come home all
excited with some new make-up or fashion tip you couldn't wait
to try. You'd spend hours curled up on the sofa watching
television and talking on the phone with your new girlfriends.
You no longer seemed so opinionated anymore. I soon realized
that you would agree to anything that I said. You didn't even
object when I suggested the plastic surgery to weaken your chin
and augment your cheekbones. And you patiently underwent three
painful operations until I got your nose exactly the way I
wanted it.
By then we'd already had your lips done and soon I'd bring you
in to have your voice-box shaved. The hormones, liquid diet, and
special exercise program you were on had started reshaping your
body. Of course, the old problem of your impotence returned but
it didn't matter any more. I had a hard time convincing you of
that, however. You were so attached to your useless little penis
and so certain that I wouldn't love you now that it had stopped
functioning. It was so touching to watch how desperately you
tried to make yourself hard for me. One night you just burst
into tears and I knew you'd given up. I held you in my arms as
you wept for your lost manhood. I tried to explain how it was
perfectly okay, that I had been waiting for this to happen, that
it was only natural. It was true. You see, I had reconciled
myself to sacrificing that part of you long ago in exchange for
bringing about your total transformation.
Sure enough, you transformation was nearly complete. You were
dressing 24/7 and between the plastic surgery and the breast
implants you could no longer return to work under your old
identity. The fact was that Professor David Wallace no longer
existed. In his place was a big titted blonde with a penchant
for too-short skirts and too-high heels named Bunni. I know you
thought that perhaps you could come back to teach as a woman,
but the school just didn't think that was a good idea. Instead,
they gave you a generous severance package and extended bonuses
if you would just walk away quietly.
Really, you didn't have much of a choice. You would have been
the topic of so much talk from both students and colleagues that
you would never have been able to do your job. Transferring to
another school was out of the question. I had no intention of
relocating. And so you must content yourself with doing
consulting research for clients who will never see you. Oh what
a darling sight you make! I love to see you are at your desk,
chewing on a pencil tip as you work through some complicated
physics problem, your reading glasses perched at the end of your
tiny upturned nose, your long nylon-encased legs crossed, a pump
dangling from the tips of your manicured toes. And, of course,
there is your job piercing ears at the mall. We need your
consulting job for the money but your job at the Piercing
Pavilion helps remind you of what you have become.
And what have you become? Why just look at you! I could never
have believed that you would turn out to be such a sexy woman.
And you are just as sweet and gentle as could be. There are no
more fights or disagreements. Sure, there are things you don't
want to do, but you accept the fact that I know what's best.
Don't you Bunni, sweetheart? Good girl. I know you do. It was
very hard for you to accept the fact that your penis needed to
be removed. I remember how terrified you were of the operation
and how you begged me to let you keep it. How many times did I
have to go over all the reasons why you would be better off
without your penis? Some people might say I brainwashed you; but
I would rather say it was a matter of trust. In the end, you
trusted me to do what was right for you. I knew you would be
happier once you were castrated. I imagine it must have been
hard giving up that part of yourself, but really, it had long
since been nothing more than a shrunken reminder of who you had
once been. I knew that once it was gone you would be able to
give yourself over to your new life in full.
And I was right, wasn't I? You just adore your new vagina, don't
you? You are so perfectly smooth down there. You'll never have
an unsightly bulge in your panties ever again. What's more, you
never have to fear discovery if a man decides to get intimate
with you. Yes, Bunni, I'm starting that again. Don't make a
face. Your gynecologist says you are very responsive down there,
that when he examined you last time you even lubricated. Don't
be embarrassed. That's just so wonderful! I'm so happy for you.
Listen, you had to know that things couldn't stay the same
forever. We both need to move on sexually. We both have
different needs now. I know it's hard, sweetheart, but we've
been all through this before.
Believe me, I appreciate the faith that you put in my judgment
and I would never do anything to betray it. You've trusted me so
far. I haven't steered you wrong yet, have I? I realize that
this is difficult, but you must know by now that I will always
love you more than anyone else. After all, it's just sex.
Oh god, Bunni! You can be such a girl!
I know you have needs, too, darling. I know you don't believe me
now, but I'm doing this as much for you as I am for me. You'll
see. Before, when you were playing volleyball, could you feel
the stares you were getting? Those guys on the next blanket over
there were elbowing each other the whole time. I know you know
which ones I'm talking about. I saw you peeking over there.
Don't try to deny it. They were snapping pictures of you with a
little disposable camera.
I want you to go over there. Yes, you can do it, Bunni. You will
do it. I want you to go over there with your bottle of cocoa
butter and ask those guys very nicely, very sweetly, if they
would mind putting suntan lotion on your back. I'm serious,
Bunni. I know you are embarrassed but you need to do this. I
don't want you to come back here until one of them, or both of
them, have asked you out on a date. Do you understand? I don't
care how you have to do it. But I have to say, I don't think
you'll have much of a problem. Here, kneel down in front of me
for a moment. Let me freshen your lipstick. Pucker up. That's
it.
Hmmmm.
Don't turn around, but they are looking at you again. Oh, you're
blushing. How adorable. I know you want it darling. You don't
have to be embarrassed. Or worried. You'll always have a place
in my life, even if you aren't my lover anymore. Yes, of course
I like what you do with your mouth. But quite frankly, it's not
enough. Baby, I need a cock, a long, hot, hard cock. We both do.
Deep down you know it. Sure, we can still play our little oral
games at least until I get a steady boyfriend. Or get married.
Yes, honey. It's been two years now since I've had a real
husband. Maybe not right now, but someday, I want to get married
again. You had to know that would happen eventually. Please
don't get upset. We don't have to talk about it now. I just
started dating Frank. Besides, one day you'll get married, too.
I know you don't think so now, but just wait. I've been right
about everything else, haven't I? We can even be bridesmaids at
each other's weddings! Wouldn't that be the sweetest?
I knew that would make you smile.
There. You're mouth is perfect.
So sexy.
If you're lucky, these pouty lips will be wrapped tightly around
a cock tonight. Are you getting wet again, honey? You can admit
it. It's perfectly natural. Oh Bunni, I'm so going to enjoy this
part of making you a girl. There is so much we'll be able to
share: dating, sex, falling in love. It's going to be so much
fun. You'll see. Here, don't forget your sunglasses. Now let me
give you a little kiss for luck. On the cheek. Like girls kiss.
I don't want to smudge your lipstick.
Now off you go, sweetheart.
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