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By Jerri Lea
I got home from work and headed straight for the shower. It
felt so good after a hard day of working outside. As soon as I
stripped off my jeans and tee shirt I was reminded of what I had
recently done. How I ever got the nerve to shave off all my body
hair, I'll never know. If the other guys at work every find out,
I'm dead. But, the feeling of my smooth skin is worth the risk.
I'm instantly hard from the rush of feeling as the soap and
water trickle down my hairless chest and legs. I'm tempted to
bring myself off, but I hold back. Finally I step out of the
shower and dry off. There's no place I have to be tonight, so I
dress up. The feel of the makeup, dress and wig get me very
aroused. A stiff drink relaxes me. I put the tape in the cassette
player and listen to the rest of the fantasy I've been recording.
I lay back on my bed, smooth my dress and hair and resume the
story...
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Looking back, I can't believe I took the next step. After
walking back from disposing of my male clothes in the donation
bin, I saw an empty alley. I knew what I wanted to do, and I knew
I shouldn't do it. But the attraction was too strong. My feminine
ego was in charge and she wanted to enjoy some arousal. So, I
turned into the darkened alley. My heels made a delicious clatter
against the pavement. The short hem of my dress swished and
swayed, brushing the soft material against my upper thighs. I
knew I was showing the dark tops of my hose with every step and I
loved it. I stepped back into a shadow and looked around. There
was not a sound, or any sight of another person. I slowly lifted
my hands to my hair and brought it around over my right shoulder.
My long curls cascaded down my right breast and into my cleavage.
Jerri, I thought, you can't do this. But my hands were
working under someone else's spell. I reached up and opened the
clasp that held the top of my dress closed! My long fingers found
the zipper at the top of the back of my dress and delicately
started to unzip it. Then I heard the first erotic metallic sound
of my zipper being undone as I started the process of undressing.
I couldn't believe I was going to do this. I felt the top of my
dress pull open a little. My mouth went dry. Surely I couldn't
unzip my dress outside, here in public. But I continued to pull
the zipper down as far as I could with my hands above my
shoulders.
With my arms up high like this the hem of my dress was
pulled up high on my legs, exposing the dark tops of my hose. I
realized that if someone were watching me they would be able to
see my panties right now as my short dress was pulled up my wide
hips. I remembered how in school we used to get in all kinds of
positions so we could look up girl's dresses. Even then I wanted
to be the girl who panties were being seen. I would have let the
boys look, and maybe let them touch me.
Then, in a very girlish gesture, I slowly brought my hands
down. Instead of pulling my dress down to cover my panties, I
pulled my skirt up to my waist. Now all of my panties were
showing. No, I thought, don't do this. Stop exposing yourself.
But I didn't listen and instead I brought my arms around to my
back. My breasts jutted further out as my arms strained to reach
my zipper. My nipples strained at the material of my dress. Would
I really go so far as to expose my breasts in a few seconds? My
long fingernails caught the zipper again. For just a moment my
eyes closed with erotic bliss. My full red lips opened, inviting
a kiss. I felt the soft material of my dress slowly parting as
the zipper resumed its' noisy path to my waist.
I trembled with excitement and I felt another strong surge
of female hormones rush through me as I continued to willingly
open my dress. I wished that there were a dozen men here to watch
me undress, right now. I had an overwhelming urge to take a
smooth thick penis into my mouth and bob my head up and down on
it, sucking hungrily. It would be exciting to see how long I
could keep it up before I felt strong hands force my head all the
way down on the shaft and hold me in place. I wanted to bring it
to orgasm and feel it pulse in my mouth. I needed to swallow
warm, salty, sperm down my throat and take it into my belly. I
craved sex with a man. I imagined having my legs to forced open
and my virginity violated.
The cool air rushed in to caress the naked skin of my back
as my pink bra became visible. I continued to draw the zipper of
my dress closer to the top of my panties, exposing more of my
feminine body to the night. Soon I would be able to expose the
pink satin and elastic of my panties between the two sides of my
dress. The sound of my zipper coming undone was so loud in that
alley that I'm sure someone must have heard it. My heart was
beating wildly. Finally I had completely unzipped my dress! The
material fell away a little from my body. I felt like such a
vulnerable girl. What would I do if someone should see me? How
would I explain what I was doing? I would certainly be taken
advantage of if I were discovered. There was no other explanation
other than the fact that I was purposely undressing to be seen. I
would have to give some sexual favor in return for silence.
I saw my reflection in the window across the alley. I
turned around on my high heels and looked over my shoulder. I
could see my bra through the open zipper and most of my panties
were visible below my dress. Part of me wanted to go further and
part of me was scared. The hooks of my bra clasp looked very sexy
and I felt enticed to go further. I turned back around and
continued to look at my reflection in the glass. I was a very
sexually aroused girl. I was rapidly becoming much more female
than male.
I brought my arms across the top of my breasts so my hands
were on each shoulder of my dress. Surely I couldn't go any
further? My long painted nails pulled the material down, exposing
my creamy shoulders. The lacy elastic of my pink bra straps and
the cleavage of my firm breasts started to come into view. Jerri,
I thought, you can't take off your dress! You know you shouldn't
do this! I remembered that my balconette bra just supported the
underside of my breasts and if I pulled my dress down, nothing
would cover my nipples! But my hands continued to pull the soft
material of my dress down my arms and away from my breasts. My
painted lips parted again in arousal. The full roundness of my
breasts heaved with excitement. First one, and then the second
nipple was exposed! I knew I should stop here, but the excitement
was so intense!
I timidly pulled a sleeve past my elbow, then my slim
wrist, and then one arm was completely out of my dress! I
thought, Jerri, don't do this! Watching my girlish arm and wrist
leave the sleeve of my dress was very erotic. The thought of
being seen was overwhelming! Then I slowly removed my other arm
from my dress. I watched with fascination as I brought my arm
away from the sleeve. The tinkle of my bracelets sounded so loud
in that alley. Then I was free! I pulled the top of my dress down
to fully expose my tummy. The tummy that I was putting a full
daily dose of female hormones into, so they could race to every
corner of my body. I wondered if I could take hormones that would
fill my breasts with milk. What would it feel like to let a man
drink from my nipples? Right now hormones were changing me into a
girl, swelling my hips, giving me breasts, changing the way I
thought, and changing the kind of sex that I would crave for the
rest of my life. Right now I needed sex. I needed a man's hands
to hold my breasts and massage my nipples. But at the same time I
was scared.
I reached up and ran my fingers though my long hair,
bringing it back so that it was cascading down my back and over
my shoulders. My feminine ego wanted to make sure her breasts
were fully visible! I reached up with a delicate hand and slowly
slid first one bra strap and then the other down off my soft
shoulders. I watched as I smiled at my reflection and purposely
slid my bra straps past my elbows, and then drew my hands out of
them. I was really doing this; I was really taking off my bra,
outside where anyone could see me! Then I reached behind me and
unhooked the clasps of my bra. It fell away from my breasts and I
held it in my hands. The firm cups and smooth satin were very
erotic. I loved every snap, every piece of elastic and lace,
every tiny buckle that made up this feminine article. I had just
taken off my bra outside and I was a completely topless woman!
My soft hair was the only thing I could feel on my bare
shoulders. I brought my bra up to my nose and inhaled the perfume
that I had splashed all over earlier, and then I carefully folded
it up and put it on top of a box that was close by. I felt
extremely sexy. I felt fully female and very sexually aroused.
Looking at my breasts in my reflection I knew that any man would
want me. I held them and massaged them. The feelings of arousal
surged through my body. I looked like that stage between girl and
woman when I have so much to learn and am so willing to be
taught. I felt another surge of arousal at being totally exposed
and vulnerable.
Okay Jerri, you're topless, this is enough, I thought. And
it was very erotic to think that I could be caught at any time. I
knew I was feeling the exact same feelings that any girl would
feel if she were taking off her clothes to have sex. That was it!
I was thinking and feeling exactly like a girl! I was really
becoming a girl! It knew the female hormones were making me
extremely sensitive about exposing my breasts. I was very aware
of being topless and it felt so sexy, yet so dangerous and scary.
I loved wearing sexy clothes and then the feeling of taking them
off. And I knew that I could not stop at just being topless. I
knew I wanted my panties to be seen too. More than that, I had an
overwhelming urge to be caught taking them off.
I looked down and watched as my shaking hands started to
push the waist of my dress down. Yes, Jerri, you know you want to
take off your dress so you can remove your panties! I had to look
between and around my full breasts. At that moment I loved being
female so much that I knew I was right to want to stay a woman. I
loved the fact that I had taken female hormones for many weeks
now and the effects were starting to become apparent. I knew I
was never going to willingly stop taking them.
I wiggled my hips back and forth to get my dress to start
sliding down past the waistband of my panties. I wondered if the
female hormones were going to make me want to become a stripper!
I loved knowing that I had wide hips, hips that swayed and
swished and made the material of my short skirt sway as I walked.
My breasts swayed with my movements, and then finally my dress
passed the widest part of my hips. Now my dress would slide
easily past my thighs and legs. I watched as I slowly lowered the
material of my dress past my mound. My vagina, my female treasure
to share with my lovers. I bent at the waist and my breasts
swayed sexily. My wide hips and thighs looked so feminine as I
lowered my dress to expose my body. Then I lowered my dress to my
ankles and stepped out of it. I had just taken off my dress! I
loved how sexy it felt to be a young girl outside and to be
taking off all my clothes.
I straightened up and fought with myself again. No, Jerri,
don't do this. You've taken off your dress, now put it back on
before someone sees you. But I couldn't help it. I held my dress
up and lovingly straightened it out, then I drew the zipper back
up to the top of the dress, making a loud noise and making it
that much harder for me to put it back on quickly if someone
should find me! I also snapped it closed at the top. I folded up
my short, sexy, dress and laid it on the box with my bra. If
someone found me now, they would see every part of me as the
watched me get dressed again. It would be obvious that I had
purposely fastened my dress so that they could gaze at my naked
body while I tried to unzip it again. Wouldn't it be sexy if my
zipper was caught on the material and I would have to ask someone
to help me open it so I could put it back on! I would have
nothing I could cover myself with and I would force myself to not
use my hands to cover my nipples and vagina. If someone were
watching me now, they would know I was asking for sex!
One more step remains, Jerri. You know you want to take off
your panties. You know you want to expose all of your sex. I knew
I wanted to and I knew I would, but I knew a good girl wouldn't
do this. Taking off my panties would be removing the last thin
shred of female clothing that could postpone intercourse. Did I
want to have sex? Could I prevent myself from having sex? At that
moment I felt I wanted to become pregnant but that I knew I
shouldn't.
That part of me that wanted to be a good girl opened my
purse and found two barrettes much like what a younger girl would
wear. I pulled my hair back on both sides of my face and fastened
the barrettes in my hair. The effect was to make me look and feel
a little more innocent, like a good girl who can't help herself
because of all the sex hormones coursing through her body. A good
girl who could become a good wife or a bad whore, depending on
what her first experiences were like. It seemed like such a
little gesture toward looking more innocent, but the contrast
between wearing young girl's hair barrettes and the sexy body I
was exposing actually made me look much hotter.
My shaking hands moved back down to my wide hips and found
the elastic at the top of my panties. I knew I was going to do
it. I couldn't stop taking off my clothes now, I was too aroused.
As I stood there almost naked, with my hands posed to pull my
panties down, another thought crossed my mind. I couldn't see in
the window across the alley. What if someone was in there, a
night watchman, or even someone who lived in back of their shop?
I stared into the window and dared myself to imagine a face at
the window. What if he was there right now, stroking himself and
waiting until the right moment to come out and take me. I resumed
my striptease.
Slowly I drew my pink panties down over the wide swell of
my hips. I felt the soft satin slide over my hips and then pull
away from my vagina and thighs. More than anything I wished that
right now the hormones were creating ovaries inside my belly, at
the same time as I was stripping for my imaginary audience. Once
again I bent over and this time I stepped out of my panties. It
looked incredibly sexy to watch my thin satin panties slide past
my high heels, knowing I was removing such an intimate item of
female clothing and that I was doing it to be caught and seen. I
just knew someone was watching me right now. I could feel their
eyes locked on every intimate detail of my girlish body. I was
doing all of this slowly, deliberately, and making it so easy to
be caught.
I held my panties and rubbed them across my nipples. A moan
escaped from my throat. I rubbed my panties up my slit and then
back across my nipples. The satin felt so erotic. I folded up my
panties and placed them with my dress and bra. In my mind I had a
picture of my lover holding my panties after he had just removed
them from me. I knew we were about to have sex. I reluctantly
returned to the present. Now that I had exposed my breasts and
vagina, I knew I should stop there, but...
I was so close now. I could take another step. My female
body deserved to enjoy this feeling. One more step remained
before I was totally nude! I put one high heel up on the box and
undid the ankle strap of my high heel. I slid off my high heel
and then slowly pushed the hose off my left leg. My smooth leg
looked so sexy and soft! Then I put my high heel back on. I
didn't want to hurt my feet on the hard surface of the alley, or
cut them on some glass. And, I knew I couldn't walk or run fast
in these high heels. I could be caught and held by anyone who
would want to take me. I knew I wanted to be taken. I wanted to
feel firm pressure against the opening of my vagina and then
willingly push my hips back to meet that pressure. I wanted to
wiggle and press my hips like a lust-crazed whore against that
hard penis until it emptied itself deep inside of me. I wanted to
be held down and taken over and over, until sperm ran out of me
in rivulets.
I tightly fastened the ankle strap again. It was so hard to
undo them with long nails, so I knew it was going to take a long
time to get dressed again. Since my heels were sandals, I would
still be naked while wearing them. Every inch of my body would be
exposed. Then I put my right leg up on the box and slowly
stripped off my other hose. I knew it was too early in my hormone
treatment for this to happen, but I was convinced that I could
smell the unmistakable aroma of my feminine vaginal fluids as I
bent over to finish undressing. The scent was very arousing. I
finally removed the last piece of my clothing and completely
exposed my long shapely legs. Finally I replaced my other high
heel and stood up. I had done it! I was completely naked and
outside! It would take me several minutes to get dressed if I
should hear someone coming. I folded my hose and put them with my
other clothes.
I was totally out of control now. How far could I go? I
knew what I wanted. I wanted to orgasm as a female. I walked away
from my clothes toward the center of the alley. The straps of my
heels bit into my ankles and into the space between my toes. I
turned to look both ways and my breasts jiggled sexily. Just a
few steps to the street, I thought. Just stand on the sidewalk
for a second, taking a chance of being caught naked, and then go
back and get dressed. Take this chance to be seen. I heard my
heels click on the pavement as I slowly walked toward the
sidewalk. Would someone see me? Was someone watching me now, from
the darkness of a window?
Finally I was at the edge of the alley. I took a small step
out on the sidewalk, and then another. I paused to listen.
Nothing. I turned and took a few steps until I was clear of the
alley and standing in front of a store. I had done it! I was
standing on the sidewalk naked! There was enough light that I
knew anyone who was looking could see me right now! I thought
about how in a few hours men and women would be on this sidewalk
and in this store, and right now a naked girl was standing where
anyone could see her beautiful breasts and vagina. I could see my
reflection in the window. I was gorgeous. I wished that all those
people would magically appear right now and gaze at me.
I felt myself walking forward again. In just a few more
steps I would be at the corner, and I could stand under a
streetlamp. Like a moth to a flame, I could not resist the risk.
I walked to the corner and stood under the light. Every curve and
mound was now completely illuminated by the light. I was so very
exposed. Now that I was this far, I dared myself to go further!
Leave your clothes, Jerri, and walk completely around the block!
Shaking like a leaf, I turned and started slowly down the
sidewalk. Now my clothes were on the other side of the building I
was walking in front of. Even most uninhibited whores and
prostitutes had probably not done what I was doing right now! The
light was better here and in the window I saw the reflection of a
heavily made up young woman. It was obvious that she was
innocent, but she was trying to look like a slut. Her nude body
looked so sexy and aroused. I also accepted the fact that part of
me was a whore, a bad girl. I had lots of cheap, noisy, jewelry
on, the highest heels I could find, heavy makeup, and I was
walking down a sidewalk naked! My bra, panties, hose, and dress
were very far away from me. And truthfully, I loved it!
I turned and minced down the rest of the sidewalk towards
the next corner. I paused and leaned back onto the building. One
hand came up to my vagina and the other came up to my nipples. I
was so aroused that I was almost instantly on the verge of
orgasm. I put one heel up on the wall of the building and parted
my legs as far as I could. I started to moan as I rubbed my naked
body. I put a finger inside my vagina and found my sensitive
nerves. I massaged them and rubbed them, bringing me closer to
the release of my fluids. I put another finger inside me, then a
third. I pulled on my nipples and felt the tug deep within me. I
imagined men lined up to fuck me, all up and down the block. And
I was willingly opening myself to them! I wanted them all to come
inside me! I was moaning and humping my hand like a mad woman.
Then I orgasmed! It went on and on, until my fingers and hand
were coated with my sticky fluids. Wave after wave of orgasm hit
me and it was all I could do to stand. My legs were shaking with
excitement. I had let out a high girlish moan right at the peak
of my orgasm and was again sure that someone must have heard me.
I withdrew my hand and put my sperm covered fingers to my
lips. I imagined it was the sperm of a dozen lovers. I hungrily
sucked every drop off my hand and fingers. The woman in me
recognized the taste and instead of letting me relax, I became
heavily aroused again. I felt so complete and happy at taking
this step.
Rather than feeling confused, I reveled in the feelings of
being aroused, knowing that I had taken sperm into my body (even
if it was my own), and of knowing that I still wanted to be both
a good girl and a whore. Instead of being sated, I was still very
aroused. After I had finished my feast I walked back into the
alley from the opposite end and found my clothes. I wasn't sure
what to do next, so I resolved to just enjoy putting on my sexy
clothes and to go back to my office. I was sure that I was going
to stay dressed as a woman from now on, and count the days until
my sex change operation.
I found the box with my clothes and I had another sudden
urge to do something desperately risky. I resolved to act out my
earlier fantasy. I put my bra, panties, and hose in my purse and
closed it. I put my purse down behind the box and out of sight.
Then I picked up my dress and purposely jammed the zipper! I knew
I was putting myself in even greater risk of being caught, and I
was both scared and excited. I stood there for a moment, thinking
about the situation I had created. There was no way I could slip
the dress on without getting the zipper open! How badly was it
stuck? Would I be able to get it unzipped without help?
To expose myself to the greatest amount of risk I walked
out to the edge of the sidewalk and looked around. So far, no one
was in sight. I gave the zipper a tug. It didn't budge. What had
I done? Instantly I felt a surge of panic. I pulled again and
once again it didn't budge. I thought about calling Brianna to
tell her what I had done, and to ask her to come get me. But it
was probably around 1 or 2 AM and I doubt she would hear the
phone. And I didn't know where the closest phone booth was. I
could walk the six blocks to my car and drive to the next town
and my apartment, or walk the ten blocks to my office, where I
knew I had a few tools in my desk. Either way, I would do it
either nude, or in my bra and panties.
I decided to leave my bra and panties in my purse. I would
walk downtown nude. And I left on my high heels so I would have
to go slow and make a lot of noise. Maybe I would be caught by a
carload of men! They could all take turns having me and forcing
me to please them!
---
I hate it when the phone rings! Now the moment is broken.
Anyway, that's all on this side of the tape. Maybe tomorrow night
I'll listen to the rest. And, I'm all dressed up and horny!
What's a grrl to do?
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