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Virtual Transition--PART I
I saw the advertisement on the Internet and it piqued my interest...
"A trip to Fantasy Land ...Explore what your imagination conceives
without risk. Your dreams made real." The number was called, an
appointment made and soon my life was changed forever.
Let me explain.
Life was good, money no problem and my time was my own due to a large
inheritance received on my 21st birthday. All that was missing was
adventure. There were many things I yearned to experience but, alas, lacked
the opportunity or courage to pursue them. Sexual deviation intrigued me,
but I had no idea how to begin the investigation without committing to
something I might regret and wish to terminate. Simply stated, I was
curious but "chicken," and now, it appeared a solution had presented itself.
The Voyage Begins--
Arriving at the address, I entered a nondescript office where I was greeted
by a receptionist who, after taking my name, directed me to a room and told
to wait.
"The Director will be here shortly, just fill out the form and she will start the
process," the girl said and returned to her duties.
The paperwork was short and to the point. The fee to be paid in advance and
determined by the service chosen. I looked at the fantasies offered, an
extensive listing of things ranging from simple sexual encounter with a
partner of choice to living a whole different lifestyle over an extended length
of time. My eyes moved down the options until they focused on
something..."Transsexual Transformation." I thought for a moment, then
checked the box, knowing that this had been very high on my interest list
for a long, long time and, what better time to satisfy the urge to assume the
role of attractive she-male.
As if she knew I'd made my choice, a woman entered and, smiling picked
up the clipboard.
"Yes, you've picked on of the favorites and there are a few details we need
to determine before the virtual journey begins. Appearance, length of stay,
etc." she added nodding.
I chose to be Oriental, small in stature, shaven, with a fully functioning
penis and of course pretty. The term was set at one week with option to
continue or terminate at any time if I found the situation not to my liking.
"You realize that virtual time is nothing in real life, a week, a month is an
instant in reality, you will awake seconds after your voyage begins and
return to the present as if you'd never left. Your brain will serve dual
functions, directing your fantasy actions while remaining in touch with
reality and your body will acquire the attributes needed to perform the role
you've taken," she explained and, when I nodded acceptance, rose and
motioned me to follow.
The next destination was a stark chamber at whose center was a table,
similar to one found in a doctors office except that, from the ceiling, there
hung a helmet like apparatus, obviously the means of initiation of the
treatment. I positioned myself on my back as directed, the headwear was
put in place and, in a flash everything changed.
I awoke feeling different and, with a touch of apprehension rose to see what
and where I was. The surroundings were those of any woman's apartment,
feminine and functional, what was different was how my body felt. Naked,
I hastened to find a mirror and, when I did, gasped at the reflection staring
back. She was gorgeous, no taller than five feet; small breasts thrusting
proudly upward; long dark hair falling to her waist accented the perfection
of her saucy bottom. The appendage that hung between her thighs seemed
oversize due to the tiny figure it adorned and the lack of pubic hair drew
attention to the uncut shaft. Her almond eyes gleamed with pleasure and
satisfaction and, in my mind, I agreed with the evaluation. Then I checked
the apartment, in the closet I found an extensive wardrobe. Mini-skirts, long
oriental dresses, fishnet tops, every type of wear to fit any identity from slut
to proper lady. The bar was stocked, the kitchen full of provisions and a pile
of currency and credit cards were on the table. A chest in the bedroom
disclosed ever toy imaginable from clamps to strap-on dildos, whips and
cuffs, gags and hoods with which to ply my trade. Lube and condoms
adorned the nightstand and it was apparent that all that was lacking was a
willing partner.
I chose a tight long dress and sandals for the initial foray into the world of
fantasy. A thong to conceal any hint of maleness but no bra was considered
needed. Now, where to go, I thought while brushing my hair and applying
makeup, but naturally that was no problem for, on the table next to the cash,
was a list.
The names meant nothing but, beside each was a description. "Place to meet
Transsexuals," "Lesbian hangout," "S&M," etc., every outlet for sexual
deviation in the book.
I chose one that implied that I might meet someone desiring a special
companion for the evening, one who had hidden attributes that they might
wish to explore. So, with anticipation and a touch of apprehension, I
embarked on my maiden voyage into the realm of transsexual pleasure....
PART II--Initiation
The club I chose from the list indicated that it was a place for casual
encounters between both gays or transsexuals and those interested in
finding a partner or merely observing. All in all, my decision seemed a
good one, allowing me to bolt and run or stay, depending on my instincts
and/or courage.
A short cab ride later I found myself standing at the entrance to a somewhat
conservative appearing Bistro guarded by a doorman in Livery who,
smiling in welcome, ushered me inside. The place was dimly lit and quiet
except for the sounds of a piano softly playing in the background to mute
any sounds of conversation, much like any upscale cocktail bar.
Standing for a moment to allow my eyes to adjust to the lack of
illumination, I surveyed those near me that I could see and marveled at the
mix. Several cross-dressers, obviously men in female clothing that did little
to conceal there maleness, two women, oblivious to anything but each
other, gay men and their escorts and beautiful women sitting alone at the
bar.
Once I could see, I moved through the crowd to a secluded table, a perfect
spot to observe without being obvious. Sipping my wine, I watched,
enjoying the interplay between the patrons and the sense of sexual innuendo
that ran through the room. No one here seemed inhibited, their mere
presence proof of sexual preference, different from the norm, but accepted
by their peers. As for me, the atmosphere calmed any apprehension so,
without hesitation, I chose to join the game....
PART III--Contact and Commitment.
I sensed his eyes boring through the dimness like lasers probing the night
and turned to meet the gaze with a smile. What I saw sent a shiver down
my spine...Tall and slim, not bulky but obviously well conditioned and fit
and, when he rose and moved to join me, I knew my surrender would be
willing and complete.
Introductions were made, pleasantries exchanged, while all the time, both
felt the electricity building and the awareness that the banal chatter did little
but postpone the inevitable satisfaction of physical intimacy and discovery.
As to myself, I felt stirrings unlike any felt before, an attraction to a male
and a desire to please him.
"You are very beautiful..." The compliment rang through my mind,
causing elation along with pride at my appearance. Then, a flash of
apprehension.... Did he misunderstand and think that, I in fact were what
I appeared, a female.
"You may have misjudged me, you see, I'm transsexual," I blurted out only
to be met with a smile of understanding.
"Yes, I know, but a beautiful one," he answered softly, "One I want to
possess and pamper, so will you join me for an evening of pleasure and
shared satisfaction?"
"Yes," I answered without even thinking and rose. My hips swayed
sensuously as we walked to the door, a signal to all that watched that the
mating game was over and a partner had been chosen.
PART IV--Consummation
My apartment was as I left it, soft music from the stereo, wine chilling in
the '''fridge. I turned and melted into his arms, my body molding to him,
face tilted upward begging to be kissed. Our lips met and mine parted to
accept his darting tongue as his hands moved gently over the mounds of
my silk clad bottom while I squirmed against the proof of the maleness that
grew against my belly.
Feeling the stirrings deep inside me, I let him lead and set the pace while I
enjoyed the rapture of seduction. His hands were gentle but demanding and
soon my gown lay at my feet and I stood before him only clad in the wispy
fabric between my thighs. His hands reached down to peel away the final
barrier and seconds later the secret was revealed...
"Yes, as beautiful as I imagined," he muttered , his eyes gleaming in
appreciation at the proof of my own arousal as it stood hard and firm for his
evaluation. In what seemed like seconds the mood had changed from quiet
to a sense of eager frenzy, my brain screamed the need of my body's
craving to be used for the purpose for which it had been created.
"Join me in the bedroom," I stated softly, turned and, with a saucy wiggle,
moved away.
Lying on the bed, I waited anxiously for my Prince to join me and soon he
did. My gaze devoured his naked body; it's projection that of a lean jungle
cat's closing on its prey. The sword he bore was impressive, at least 9
inches of steel hard shaft, the sight of which filled me with awe and
apprehension that it would soon be my Master. Without slowing, he joined
me on the bed, presenting his appendage to me as his head positioned its
self over mine.
I tentatively took him to my lips and licked, then, feeling no revulsion,
engulfed the soft, swollen head and began to practice the art of oral
stimulation imbedded in my brain. Deeper and deeper I took his manhood
with short bobbing strokes to aid in my throats acceptance of both its length
and girth until the monster had been consumed.
Meanwhile, my own penis grew under the magic of his dancing tongue and
reveled in the warmth of his wet warm mouth. My scrotum pulsed as he
squeezed and fondled the sensitive flesh possessively as if claiming the
contents for his own. His finger probed my anus and my muted moan
voiced a welcome to the promise of invasion soon to come. Then, unwilling
to accept mere oral satisfaction, I pulled my mouth away.
"I want you in me," I heard myself say as I rolled to my knees like a bitch
in heat, uncaring that I was acting like a common slut. "Fuck me now," I
begged spreading myself like a whore. I felt the touch of his cockhead as it
poised to enter and a twinge of pain as it pressed inward to force apart the
resisting muscles and lastly, the sweet surrender of my virgin pussy to the
pleasure of impalement. My hips ground around his manhood, aiding the
travel of the thrusting shaft as I screamed in wanton pleasure at finally
experiencing the rapture of anal penetration. The thrusting became a slow
steady rhythm and I felt hands on my breasts and cock, kneading and
stroking as my arousal climbed and the fire in my belly reached white hot
heat.
"So tight," I heard him mutter, "So big," I answered back as we reveled in
the throes of carnal ecstasy, each bent on lusts satisfaction. My body
thrashed wildly, not in pain, but, in pleasure at being ravished by the sturdy
stallion that mounts it and who's seed will soon fill the waiting void.
I feel the tempo change again, become forceful and demanding, and hear
guttural growls in place of moans of pleasure. With one final thrust to the
point of full impalement and a scream of triumph I feel his bounty explode
deep in my bowels and fill them with warmth. I move my ass to milk him
dry, pulling every drop from the shaft until I feel it soften in surrender and
begin to pull away.
"It might be fantasy," I think, lying in near exhaustion, "but whatever it may
be, it is something I intend to experience again and, perhaps pursue further
deviations," imagining in my mind the invasion of my partners firm fleshed
ass.
But that's for another story....
END
Vera
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