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Completed story March 28, 2006
The Story of My First Time
By Citizen Raven
Everyone has stories about their first time. Some are kinky. Some are
romantic. Quite a few are non-events. Not very many "first time"
stories are as off the wall as mine, because my first sexual experience
was as a girl.
I'm not very good with backgrounds, so I'll make this short. Hi, my
name is Cody, and I was all male until about a year ago, when I first
moved into my dorm at Hayat Technical College in the Texas panhandle.
My major was computer science, though to be completely honest I'm still
not good at it. Programming really isn't my thing, but that's where the
girls were. I know it's pretty ironic now that I've told you the end of
the story.
I overexerted myself on the schedule for my first semester. There were
four days in the week when I had seven classes each with no breaks. The
fifth, Monday (I'm not a Monday person) only had two afternoon classes:
writing and history, both of which I could ace in my sleep. This was a
rough schedule to pull off on my first semester, but if I could get
through it, I'd have no problems floating to my degree.
The first week killed me. I only had six hours to do homework and sleep
from the time I got off of my last class Tuesday until I had to be
awake on Wednesday. So by Friday I had accumulated a grand total of
about 14 hours of sleep.
I was meandering through the food line on Saturday, meeting my best
friend Ron for a quick breakfast. His week was almost as bad. He was
telling me about it as we ate.
"I never knew the first week in college could be so rough, man," he
said, and I nodded. "I haven't even learned what all those symbols mean
and Professor Madison already wants me to program an alarm clock?"
I was only half listening to him, because that's when I noticed an
advertisement on the cafeteria wall. The ad was promoting a new sleep
aid that had just arrived at Tex-Books, the campus bookstore, a pill
that was supposed to provide the equivalent of a full nights' rest in
as little as 4 hours. Needless to say, I bit.
"And that chapter about computer logic just screwed me up even worse."
I pointed out the ad to him. He dropped his biscuit and turned around
to look at it, then shook his head and scoffed. "Waste of money, man,"
he said, but I wasn't so sure.
Desperation and curiosity led me to Tex-Books later that afternoon. The
bottle looked like any other bottle of vitamins, and the label
prominently displayed the words HT Sleep Aid, and then, in smaller
print, "Development made possible by researchers at Hayat Technical
College." Okay, I thought, I'll be a guinea pig this once. This was
really too good to be true.
I took a pill that night, around ten o'clock. I figured it would be
best to try it on a Saturday, that way if it didn't work I wouldn't be
late to any classes the next morning. I goofed around on the computer
until I began to feel groggy and then shut everything off for the
night, setting my alarm for seven, and laying down.
My mind began to wander. Past relationships, old flames, you know the
bit. When my mind is trying to relax, it digs up things like this.
There was one flame in particular that I couldn't get out of my head,
for some reason: Becca Gaines. Becca was the first girl to ask me out,
instead of the other way around. We had never gotten that close, which
I regret. She hadn't haunted me for years, so it was weird that she
would get stuck in my head at a time like this.
I imagined how things could have gone differently. I imagined kissing
her cheek instead of just hugging her. I imagined a faint blush on her
face whenever I told her how beautiful she was. I imagined...
Shit, I thought. My imagination was running away with me. Pills or no
pills, I wasn't going to get any sleep as horny as I was.
I masturbated. Or at least I think I did. The pills took a huge chunk
of the actual event out of my head, but I remember feelings. I remember
the electricity shooting through my body as I brushed against my clit
and the tension in my stomach as I started humping my own fingers. I
recall the warmth of my cunt as it swallowed those fingers, and the
soft moans I let out as I fingered myself and rubbed my nipple with my
other hand.
I remember writhing in want, needing to cum, and the way my stomach
twisted and turned as I strained to get off. I remember thrashing,
rolling, and finally, fireworks.
The waves of orgasm hit me hard, and the next thing I remembered, I was
fighting my own bed sheets and the blanket. I had fallen onto the
floor, and my fingers were still jammed into my cunt. I grinned, and
licked the nectar off of them with a smile.
That's about all I can remember of that night, other than re-making my
bed and climbing into it. I remember finally settling my mind about
Becca and hoping she would leave me alone for a while.
And then I remember my eyes flaring open as the light bulb went on in
my head.
===
I woke up with a start at a quarter to seven on Sunday morning. The
series of last night's events still fresh on my mind. I jumped out of
bed and rushed to the bathroom mirror, afraid of what I'd see, or even
worse, feel. I could have slapped myself when I saw my naked male self
staring back at me through the mirror. People don't just swap sexes at
will, I thought to myself.
But I hadn't willed it. Had I even been a woman?
I sat down in my computer chair and phoned the medical research
department, and a sweet voice answered the phone. "Research, how can I
help you?" she asked. I recognized the voice, but had never actually
gotten to know its owner very well. Pearl Duke had been a student at
Hayat for just a year longer than I had, had a part-time job answering
phones for her department, and she had a killer body. Her hair was
straight and light brown, and fell just short of her shoulders, her
face light and delicate. Ron had talked about her nonstop during our
first few days, until he found out she was taken.
"I just had a question about one of your new drugs," I said, and picked
up the bottle reading to her what was on the label.
"What's the problem, sir?" I froze. I couldn't just blurt out that I
thought that it had changed me into a woman. Maybe it was some kind of
hallucination, though. After all, I didn't have any real evidence, just
feelings.
She repeated her question, and I stammered a response. "I, uh... Have
there been any hallucinations reported from this? Anything weird?"
She sort of hesitated. I was afraid that she'd report this to a
professor or something and call me in for research. "No, nobody has
reported any hallucination or strange dreams." I thanked her, wanting
to get off the phone as soon as possible, and hung up, just staring at
the bottle for a long while. When I was finally convinced that the
pills weren't going to jump out of the bottle and yell, "Gotcha!" I set
it down and got dressed.
My Sunday was a non-event. With no classes to worry about until
tomorrow, and homework already done, I had a free day, which I took
complete advantage of, playing pool and basketball at the student
recreation center. The events of last night, or dreams if that's what
they were, didn't cross my mind once. I guess I just wrote it off to
bad cafeteria food or something.
I didn't get back to my apartment until 7ish pm, but when I did, all I
could think about was what happened last night, and wonder if it could
happen again. If it was a dream, it was unlikely. I don't think I've
ever had the same dream twice.
I got onto my computer and logged into the Hayat chat room. Ron was
online, too. We hadn't seen each other all day, unusual for us seeing
as we had been pretty much inseparable since our freshman year at high
school. He even gave up a scholarship at Texas Tech just so we could
spend a few more years together. I opened up a private chat window with
him, and we started talking.
He asked me about the pills, straight off the bat. I froze again. What
was I supposed to say? Sure, he was my best friend and all, but if he
knew that I thought I was a woman last night, even if I just dreamed
it, he'd have me committed. I heard a 'ding' from my speakers, and
slowly returned to real-time.
'Sorry, lag.' I typed in. I told him that, yeah, I tried the pills, and
that they worked. He was still suspicious, though, and said he'd wait
at last a week to see if I grew an eleventh toe or something.
I told him I wasn't feeling well, and that I was going to bed. Half
true, really, the conversation and the thoughts that were forcing their
way into my head had made my stomach turn. He told me to sleep well,
and that he'd see me in the morning. I logged off and shut down my
computer.
The pills were sitting right next to my keyboard. I popped a couple in,
and waited, looking into the mirror. Ten minutes passed by, and there
was no change that I could see. My face was still definitely male, my
hair still its normal black buzz-style cut. I stood up and stripped
down quickly, checking that most prized piece of masculinity. My cock
was still there, semi-erect, my balls hanging beneath. If they were
still there, then I knew I couldn't be changing yet.
I leaned in closer to the mirror and stared into my own eyes, as if
trying to see my brain through them, to decipher what it was going
through. My vision started to blur as I stared deep into my own eyes.
Here it comes, I thought.
I fought the urge to want to sleep, and stared at my reflection. As I
leaned back, I saw my face and body in the mirror. I let out a major
yawn, and rubbed my eyes. Dammit, that bed was looking so good, but I
couldn't go to sleep. Not yet. My eyes locked onto their reflection in
the mirror, and as they did, they picked up some familiar changes.
My hair had grown, and was growing still. As shocked as I was to
discover this, it was nothing to what was happening below my neck. My
nipples had stood at attention, and there was a tingling in my chest,
as if my stomach were being lurched upward and just sort of parked
there. My eyes were closed now, and I'm not exactly sure what happened
next.
I stood up when I came to, and opened my eyes slowly. The mirror
reflected a foreign face and body. Beautiful, but foreign. My eyes were
a piercing green, and my hair was light brown, straight, and flirting
with my lower back. I took a couple of steps toward the mirror, my
breasts jostling noticeably as I padded along the floor, and raised my
hand to touch the extended hand of the woman in the mirror.
I looked down at her... my... breasts. I imagined myself being as
forward with Becca as fondling her breasts, last night. I had never
imagined having a pair of my own. They were cute little breasts, B-cup
at best, but my nipples shot out like little toes. I raised my left
hand up my body, and it brushed against the protruding little nub. The
shock from the contact shot through my entire body.
I peeked down further, and saw exactly what I had guessed. Nothing. I
sat down on the edge of my bed, and bent over further to get a better
look. There were folds of skin separating two lips, my own cunt lips. I
dug through the folds and pushed under them, and found another little
nub. My clit. A second jolt went through my body as I explored it,
brushed against it, and I smiled.
I know what happened next, but I don't quite understand why. I was on
my feet, walking towards my door, my breasts jiggling with every step.
I opened the door and the cool night air blasted my entire body. I felt
my nipples jut out and freeze in place. I stepped out and shut the
door, and then found myself walking away, down the patio towards the
other rooms.
I knocked on one of the doors, and stood akimbo, waiting for whoever
was inside to answer, eyes shut, showing off my new body. The door
opened, and I could have died as I saw Ron step into the doorway. He
was just as shocked as I was, and didn't hide it as well. He grabbed my
arm and jerked me inside, slamming the door behind him. "Are you
crazy?" he asked. "If somebody saw you, you'd have been expelled!" He
covered me in a thin blanket. Always the gentleman.
"Ron, I-"
"And how do you know my name? I've never seen you here before."
Shit. I just realized that there was no way he could have recognized
me. I couldn't believe how stupid I had been, looking for a test drive
of this new body. I may have looked like a woman, but I was definitely
still a man inside.
"Who are you?" he asked, curiosity apparent in his voice.
"Ron, it's me. C-" I froze again. Something about giving a man's name
to my best friend when I looked like I did told me that he'd have me
committed. "Cameron," I lied.
"Why did you come here?" he asked, plainly, ignoring the fact that he
had never met anyone named Cameron.
I heard a voice answer, "To fuck you." It was my voice, or rather the
one I had been using since I changed, and I couldn't believe what it
just said. I looked up into Ron's eyes and tried to take it back, but I
couldn't. The effect of this simple sentence on him was immediate,
shedding clothes like they were nothing and leaning forward to press
his lips against mine.
I put my hands on his shoulders in a weak attempt to salvage what I
could of my masculinity and stop this kiss, but I quickly lost the
battle, my arms wrapping softly around his neck, my eyes closing. His
hand wandered underneath the blanket and gripped my right tit firmly,
gently squeezing and rubbing. I whimpered into his mouth, God I can't
take this.
His hand wandered further down my body, gently dancing down my stomach
and traced his fingers along the folds of skin around my lips. I broke
the kiss and turned my head down to watch this pleasant torture, my
thighs spreading on their own to accommodate him. I gave a soft,
pleading moan, and he just smiled at me.
He picked me up as if I were nothing and carried me over to his bed,
laying me down on my back. I closed my eyes and spread my legs, having
already given up my fight, figuring that I might as well just enjoy the
ride. He kneeled on the bed between my legs and slid his cock slowly
into me. I held my breath as it went in, until our bodies touched.
He asked if I was ready, and I moaned out a "No." I wasn't ready for
this, I thought, but my body thought otherwise. My hips began to grind
forward, brushing the folds of my pouting cunt against him, shifting
his thick manhood around inside me. My stomach wrenched, and I gave a
soft whimper. "Fuck me," my voice ordered as I bit my lower lip and
looked into his eyes. Ron needed no more encouragement. He began to
thrust into me at a steady pace. My stomach did loops inside my body
and I writhed beneath him, letting out all pitches I could think of,
shaking my head softly. "Pleeease," I moaned to him, sounding more in
favor of his action than I wanted. He grabbed my legs and lifted them,
resting the heels of my feet on his shoulders and thrust his meat into
me even harder. I pleaded with him to slow down, but he only kept going
at his pace.
I remember losing control. My fingers gripped at the sheets I was
laying on, and my feet entwined themselves around his neck, toes
curling from the strain. I moaned louder for him, grinding my pussy
hungrily against him. My entire body glistened with tiny beads of
sweat. I started to feel like I did the other night, when I was riding
my own fingers. Everything around me went white and blurry, and I cried
out as orgasm hit me hard, tremoring from head to toe. My pussy clamped
down on his thick cock and milked it inside me. I couldn't hear or see
anything, only feel. I felt him thrust hard into me one last time and
hold his press against me, his cock twitching inside me as it spewed
his hot seed into me. I came again right after this, and went black.
When I came back to earth, the strangest feeling came to my attention.
Cold wetness was oozing out of my pussy, and Ron was laying next to me
on his bed, rubbing my belly. I looked to him with fear in my eyes.
Both of us were utterly speechless. I had just let my best friend fuck
me and he didn't even know it was me. What could I say to him? How
could I possibly tell him who I really was? I looked to him to say
something, anything, but he only shrugged.
I felt a new tingling in my body, and my stomach turned as I came to
realize what could happen next. Frantically, I looked around the room.
The clock read 2:00 am. "I've got to go," I said suddenly as I shot up
from the bed and headed towards the door.
"I'll walk you back to your apartment."
He stood up and started to get dressed when I shouted out, "No!" He
looked at me startled. I shook my head, desperation in my eyes.
"Please, don't," I asked him, and ran out the door as quickly as I
could without explanation.
The way back to my apartment was empty, thank God. Because if anyone
had seen what happened, I would have been kicked out of school for
sure. As I turned a corner, I noticed the familiar jiggling sensation
that came from my breasts disappeared. The light touch of my hair
against my shoulders went away, too. I opened the door to my apartment
quickly, and locked the door, moving to the bathroom with a speed that
would have rivaled a fat kid in the cafeteria line, and what I saw
shocked me.
It was me, in the mirror. Cody, not Cameron.
I started to get ready for bed, and came across the bottle of pills.
Garbage, I thought. If they're going to cause this kind of trouble,
then I'm sorry I bought them. It was then that the phone rang. "Hello?"
I answered as quickly as I could.
It was Ron. "Cody, you wouldn't believe what just happened!" he
shouted. I couldn't help but smile as he told me of his encounter with
Cameron. I looked at the bottle of pills in my hand, and answered him.
"Yeah, Ron. That's pretty cool." Little did he know.
I kept the pills, and I kept visiting Ron until they ran out. Overall,
we had seven of the hottest encounters that either of us has ever been
involved in, and to this day I still can't look at him the same as I
did before the first time. A few weeks after the last one, Ron got real
depressed, and I did my best to cheer him up. I eventually told him
everything, and, naturally, he didn't believe a word of it. We both
moved on and got girlfriends in our sophomore year, almost at the same
time. The sex is wonderful, but I will always treasure this, the story
of my first time.
=== END ===
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