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Paul to Paula ? Part 1
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The usual disclaimers etc apply to this story. If you are under 18 or
whatever the legal age to read sexually explicit material then please do
not read any further. The same is true if you are offended by
transsexualism, lesbianism or for that matter any of the topics that is to
found in tales in a web site such as this.
This is the first chapter in a six part story about how a shy male became
the woman he should have been born. It is told from the perspective of the
woman who made it all happen. The story is public domain and I would
greatly appreciate any feedback, suggestions etc.
The first time I met Paul was when he came to our work place to install
some software. I was the manager of the department and the first day he
started by coming to see me in my office. I was very taken by his soft
Irish accent and his quiet manner.
We discussed what he had to do and I introduced him to my staff. That
first meeting lasted half an hour but I can still remember the impact he
had on me. When he left my office I tried to get back to work but I kept
thinking about him which surprised me.
Up to that point I was convinced that I was 100% lesbian, at no point in
the past had I ever been attracted to any male but Paul some how was
different. On impulse I went to see him and asked him to come and see me
when he'd finished for the day to update me on progress.
I swear he blushed and the other women in the office were shocked as they
could sense my interest in him and as they knew of my sexual orientation
the idea that I might be taken by him shocked them.
It was hard to concentrate on work that day and frankly I did not get that
much done as he kept coming into my mind. I was starting to fantasise
about holding him in my arms, kissing him and caressing each other.
He knocked on my office door shortly after 6 and I asked him to take a
seat. He outlined what progress he'd made and that he believed that he'd
need a week to complete the work. That suited me. I was ready to leave
work and I asked him if he would like to go for a drink. He accepted my
offer and I was determined to seduce him!
We went to a local bar which was known for being discrete. Paul bought the
first round and we sat down at a table in a corner of the bar. As we
started to chat I found out what I wanted to know. He was single with no
children in the background and all his family were still in Ireland.
At one point I accidentally brushed against his skin noticing that his
skin was as soft as any woman's which then made me examine not just his
face but his whole body more carefully. He was clean shaven and had a
slight build to the point where I would describe it as almost feminine.
Was this why I was sexually attracted to him?
He was certainly turning me on as the gusset of my panties was getting
wetter with my juices and I could feel my breasts getting harder. I had to
have him. I needed sexual release.
After we finished our drinks I asked him what his plans for the night
were. He mentioned getting something to eat and then going back to his
hotel room to watch television and get some sleep.
Seeing the opportunity I suggested that he came to my place and explain
how the software that he was installing would help the business. He was
eager to do so.
To cut a longish story short I did seduce him and in my bedroom later that
night we undressed each other. I was quickly down to just my panties
(thankfully I had opted to wear lacy underwear that day) and he was naked.
It was the first time that I'd ever seen an adult penis. It was rather
small and certainly wasn't getting hard which worried me. The heat between
my legs needed to be relieved and his soft cock wasn't going to do that. I
pulled him onto my bed and we kissed and cuddled.
That's when I got my next surprise. It was the way he touched me. It
wasn't the way I've been told a man touches but rather he touched me just
like a woman would. It was heaven as he caressed my breasts and my nipples
like he was a she and had breasts of his own. He knew just how and where
to touch.
The heat and wetness between my legs was getting to the point where I
needed relief. I reached out and touched his cock. It was somewhat firmer
but was by no means hard. My touching him there made him stopping
caressing and licking my body and he pulled away. He then mumbled, 'sorry'
and went to stand up.
I could see he was close to tears, a sight which cooled my sexual desires
I can tell you. I reached out to him and pulled him back onto the bed and
asked him what was wrong. At this stage he lost it, started to cry and in
between sobs told me how he'd never managed to get an erection.
We hugged as I told him that it didn't matter to me as there were other
things we could do. I guess it must have been all too much for him because
he started to confess many things to me. He told me how he hated wearing
boy's clothes and hated being male.
This fascinated me, I'd met crossdressing males at various gay night clubs
and some had been very convincing but this I could sense was different.
Was this why I was sexually attracted to him? Was it a case that I could
sense his transsexualism and it was Paula not Paul that I wanted?
I had to know more and so I asked him where he'd learned to touch a woman
the way he did. He shrugged his shoulders and mentioned that a previous
girlfriend had shown him what to do. That made only so much sense, after
all most men these days at least appreciate that they cant just jump onto
a woman but from what other women have told me, men know the where but not
really the how of making love to a woman the way we like it.
As I listened to him I started to notice other things like the shape of
his butt. It was closer in shape to a teenage girl rather than a man. He
also a teenage girl's hips. I started to wonder what he would look like in
lingerie or in a skirt or dress. I decided he would look quite sexy.
He told me that he wanted to leave and that he hoped this wouldn't affect
our working relationship. I'd not taken my arms from around him and
looking into his eyes I told him that, no it wouldn't affect it and I
wanted him to stay. He asked me if I was sure. It took me some time to
convince him that I certainly did want him to stay.
After he'd calmed down I asked him if he wanted to borrow something of
mine to wear and that I didn't mind if he wanted to dress like a woman or
be woman. I didn't wait for a reply and getting off the bed selected a
royal blue night gown and a paler pair of blue panties for him.
Before I handed him the nightgown and panties I also selected a dark blue
nightgown for myself. I slipped on my own nightgown and then helped him
into his gown. The first thing that I noticed was how embarrassed he was
but then I was struck by how well it fitted him. Granted at the time he
was flat chested but it did show off his curves and he did have good legs.
They had a little hair on them and as he pulled up the panties he stood in
front of me with his eyes cast down all embarrassed. He reminded me of a
young woman who was about to lose her virginity!
I took his chin in my hands and pulled his head up. I asked him did he
have a name that he wanted me to call him. The question seemed to puzzle
him for a few seconds before he understood why I was asking him.
'Paula,' he replied softly.
'Hi Paula, you're going to be my lover. My sweet sexy lesbian lover,' I
told him or maybe I should use her.
I told him that I was a lesbian and that I must have sensed the woman
within him when we'd met that morning. I then asked him if this was what
he wanted and was he sure that he wanted to be a woman.
Before he answered I went on to tell him that if he said yes that it could
not be a case of just playing at being a woman but it must be full time.
I'd want him to take hormones and in time surgery so that Paula would be
all woman.
The smile on Paula's was more than enough of an answer for me.
'Paula, I'll teach you all you need to know. How to make up your face. How
to move and how to talk like a woman. You've already made much progress
when it comes to lesbian love making but you have more to learn. Like how
to eat me, I want you to lick and eat my pussy and when you have a pussy
too I'll eat yours,' I said.
Lying down on the bed I spread my legs and guided the new woman down to my
shaved pussy. Using my fingers I spread my pussy lips and Paula started to
lick my clitty. It did not take long for her to get the hang of what she
was doing. I did say that she was a talented lesbian!
I moved my hands back to my breasts and rubbed them as I built to my
climax. The wait was well worth it as I had the strongest and deepest
orgasm that I'd had in years. After I came, Paula lay down alongside me so
we hugged and cuddled as I was enjoying my post orgasmic bliss.
'Tomorrow night it will be your turn Paula,' I told her. 'But for now get
under the bed clothes so that we can sleep.'
I turned out the light and Paula quickly dozed off in my arms. I spent a
little time thinking about just how I could make all this happen. How to
keep Paula in my life and how could we organise her sex change. I was also
thinking about my lesbian friends some of who would resent Paula. What is
not well understood is that the lesbian community is rather small and
frankly bitchy. Some of my friends I knew would have a major issue
accepting Paula as Paula, even after surgery.
I knew this because one of friends had a brother who made the change and
they treated her very badly. With these thoughts I slipped into a keep
sleep.
The next morning we showered together and when Paula went to pull on the
boy's underwear that she'd worn the day before I took them and handed her
a fresh pair of black lacy panties instead.
'Hon, after work we will go shopping for your own undies. So for now be a
doll and wear what I give you,' I said.
She was quite happy to pull the panties up her legs and they did give her
butt a very sexy appearance. I had a bra that matched the panties which I
got her to wear too. I selected a sexy white teddy that showed off my bust
and curves to their best.
I usually wear hold up stockings and that day was no different. I picked
out a plain white blouse to wear over my teddy and then my best business
skirt and jacket. I was almost dressed very much as the professional
business woman.
Paula was standing waiting in her panties and bra to see what I would
select for her. I looked her over and opted for a black blouse which would
hide her bra lines to some degree and then suggested that she wear her own
trousers.
The combination looked quite well and the cut of the blouse was not
overtly feminine. Another woman would know that it was a blouse but I
reckoned that a man would not. I had a pair of socks that were too big for
me but fitted Paula quite well.
It was off to work and the first item on my agenda was going to be to call
Paula's boss and tell them we would be purchasing more software from them
and that I only trusted 'Paul' to set it up.
That was going to keep Paula in town and in my bed for a good six weeks
extra. More than long enough to work out how to keep her there full time.
Sherry
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