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Please enjoy this second instalment of Dianne's adventures. I hope you
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Previously on 'To be a woman....'
"Come back to the bar on Friday and bring something suitable to wear."
Master Kurt ordered. My heart leapt, I would be his woman again. Master
Kurt was continuing. "If you don't come, we won't do anything. You're a
free woman now."
Woman? Yes, he had made me into a woman. His woman. I knew I'd keep our
date on Friday.
As I left, I was trying to decide what to wear on Friday. I'd have to get
fashion advice from Susan.
Part Two
Once out in the street I realised that I was lost. I made a note of
Master Kurt's address and called for a mini cab. I was told that there
was an hour and a half wait. Dawn was already turning the horizon orange
so I decided to cancel the cab and walk to the main road to see if there
was a better option.
As I walked down the street I was acutely conscious of the throbbing in
my ass. I didn't think I'd be able to walk much longer. My ass was agony,
I was totally mind-fucked and I'd been up for almost twenty-four hours. I
was fit to drop.
When I heard a car and saw it was a taxi cruising down the street I
almost cried with relief.
I waved it over a got in with relief.
"Where to?"
I told him to go to the high street near where I lived and closed my
eyes. The driver muttered something about crossing over the whole of
London. It was then that I noticed it was the same taxi that had taken me
to Master Kurt's house. Coincidence?
Although I felt a little uneasy about this, I was too tired to think
clearly and started to doze.
I woke with a start when the taxi stopped. It wasn't my local high
street; it was a deserted car park next to some woods. The sky had
brightened somewhat, but it wasn't light by any means.
As I was looking around the cabbie got out and walked back and opened my
door.
"C'mon, Princess get out," he ordered.
"This isn't where I want to go," I answered nervously.
He smiled unpleasantly a pulled me out. "But it's where I want to go."
Although I could hear traffic I knew that we isolated enough for him to
do what he wanted.
"You were begging for it earlier, now's your chance."
"Wait," I said. He was larger than me, so I had no chance of overpowering
him. "It's not like that. I'm not gay."
"So? You think I care. You were begging for cock earlier and from the way
you're walking you got it. Now, you're going to get more." He glanced
down and my crotch. "'Sides Princess, if you ain't gay why're you so
pleased to see me."
I didn't have to look down to know my cock was bulging.
"Get on your knees, Princess."
I automatically obeyed. I knew that I had become sexually submissive but
I had thought that it had only been Master Kurt who made me this way. Now
I was forced to acknowledge that I would be sexually submissive to any
man.
I reached forward and undid the cabbie's belt, then his fly, all the time
aware of his cock straining to be free. Like mine.
His cock was different from Master Kurt's; it was cut and it was shorter.
When I leaned forward I could feel the heat radiating from it. It smelt
different too.
He sighed with pleasure when I took him in my mouth. He reached down and
held my head gently as I back to lick his shaft and glands. He tasted
different too, more pungent.
After a few minutes he pulled out without cumming. I looked at his cock
expectantly.
"Pull your trousers down, Princess," he ordered. "Masturbate while you're
sucking me."
I wanted to refuse. I didn't want him to think that I was enjoying
myself. My hand obeyed without conscious thought, however, and within
thirty seconds I sucking him off again whilst wanking myself.
That seemed to excite him and within a minute he was pounding away. When
he started to cum he began to pull out but I held on tightly moving with
him. He stopped moving and ejaculated down my throat. I swallowed his
load and as I was doing that I started cumming myself.
After we had both finished I licked him clean and did up his trouser
gently.
"Thank you," I said automatically.
"You're welcome, Princess." He was breathing deeply. "You didn't have to
swallow it though. I would've pulled out."
Shame burnt my cheeks. That was why he had pulled back. It hadn't
occurred to me 'not' to swallow. He must think I'm a right slut!
"I'm sorry," I murmured.
"Don't be." He smiled. "That was fantastic."
On the way home he told me his name was Trev and he'd given Master Kurt
and his conquests lifts home before. They always came out walking like
they'd had good seeing to and needing a lift home. Trev generally waited
for them as he was on to 'a sure thing'. I don't know if he meant the
fare or the blowjob.
I don't know how I felt about being one of a string of conquests. Master
Kurt had invited me back which did mean that it wasn't just a one-night
stand. Right?
I got out at the high street and got Trev's fare from the cash point. He
gave me a card saying that if I needed a discreet taxi service I could
call him direct.
Commuters were leaving for work and by rights I should have gone in
myself. It had been a long night and all I could focus on was bed. I
called work and left a brief message to say that I needed to take a few
days off and went to bed.
I slept in late and dreamt of being a woman, dressing in fine clothes and
sucking beautiful cocks.
When I finally woke up I found that I'd cum in my sleep. It was late
evening and my flat was dark. As I lay in the cold cum-damp bed I could
still taste semen from last night. Things had certainly changed a great
deal over night.
I thought about the experiences I shared with Master Kurt, how he'd made
me into a woman. His woman.
I compared this to sucking off Trev and knew that what I'd said in the
gay bar was true. I did have to be a woman to go with a man. The problem
was that I liked being the woman.
When I got up my backside ached and my body itched. Stubble was coming
through under my arms and around my groin.
I needed female clothes if I was going to keep the date on Friday but it
was too late to go out shopping. Also, I wasn't sure I had the nerve to
buy women's clothing and underwear for myself.
Instead I decided on the easiest option. I logged onto EBay and saw there
were tens of thousands of items available.
The problem was that I didn't know the sizes and what would fit me. Shoe
sizes were okay and I was lucky being an eight. The other problem was
that it was already Tuesday evening and Master Kurt was expecting me to
be his woman on Friday. I gnawed on a knuckle as another thoughts struck
me. Makeup. When Master Adam had made me up I'd been too scared to pay
attention.
There was nothing for it, but a trip to the high street tomorrow. I had a
feeling this was going to become expensive.
On Wednesday morning I called work and agreed to go in on Thursday. They
were pretty cool about the absence. The problem I had was that I was
getting rashes under my arms and my groin from the stubble growing back.
It was driving me crazy! My ass was also still very sore.
At opening time I was at the chemists. As it was early there was just the
pharmacist in the shop. She was an attractive woman in her forties with
long dark hair lined with grey.
I tried to just say that I had a skin rash, but she saw through the lie.
When I finally admitted I'd used a debilitating cream she smiled
mischievously suggesting that if I wanted to be hairless then I should
consider electrolysis.
When I went on to explained how sore my ass was an if she had cream, she
virtually laughed in my face and insisted that I tell her exactly what
had happened so she could give me the right medicine. I didn't tell her
the specifics such as being dressed up or the name of Master Kurt but she
insisted I describe exactly what had been put up my backside. Red faced I
described how Master Kurt fingered me, lubed me and fucked me.
"What position were you in?"
"What?" I asked. "Why do you needs to know that?"
"I need to know so I can give you the correct medicine."
The pharmacist obviously enjoyed humiliating me and clearly wanted to ask
more but some customers came in. She asked me to wait and went took the
prescription from the first customer.
After a few minutes she came back with a small paper bag with the
chemist's logo, which she gave me.
Inside there was some rash cream, an anal cream and some suppositories.
There was also a box of condoms, a tube of KY jelly and a note.
I rushed outside and read the note.
'Thank you for being so honest. In this bag you'll find all you need.
Remember to practice safe sex. Please come back and let me know how you
get on. Jenna.'
Jenna. That was her name. I glanced through the shop window at her. At
that moment she looked up from the person she was dealing with, met my
eye and smiled.
I hurried off uncertain how to react or feel.
I went into the local Burger King to use their toilet and rub in the
various creams. The relief was instant and I found myself thanking Jenna.
Feeling down awkwardly I rubbed some cream around my crack and popped in
one of the suppositories.
I had a cup of tea and considered my options. Now I was comfortable I was
back to finding something suitable to wear. I glanced at a couple of
women at a table nearby and made a mental list; dress or outfit, shoes,
stockings, underwear, a bag, wig and makeup. And I needed to sort it out
today. I had to be back at work tomorrow and the day after would be
Friday. The thought of Friday sent shivered of pleasure and anticipation
through my cock.
Twenty minutes later I was feeling a little better. I had bought a makeup
kit complete with beauty instructions. I had also picked myself up a sexy
black bra and thong.
It was then that I passed a charity shop with a beautiful black dress on
display in the window. It was a short dress with a halter neck and long
sleeves. The moment I saw it I knew I wanted it. My cock got hard at the
thought of wearing it.
Inside there was a single member of staff behind the counter. He smiled
as I walked in, and then went back to the book he was reading.
I made a point of wandering around looking at things, but the dress in
the window kept drawing my eye.
"Can I help you?"
I turned to find the shopkeeper behind me. He was a tall man, well built
with Germanic features and ash blond hair.
"Um, yes. I was wondering about the black dress in the window," I
stuttered. "Do you know what size it is?"
He walked over to it whilst I babbled about buying it for a friend.
"Well, this is a size 16. What size is your 'friend'?" He stressed the
word. "Is she your size?"
I found myself burning with embarrassment but nodded, looking down.
He smiled at me. "Well, I was about to lock up for lunch. It's been
quiet. Why don't you come through to the back and try it on?" He glanced
at the underwear bag I was carrying. "That way you can see if it'll fit
'her'. You might want to try it with the underwear to see if it's
comfortable." As he was talking he was carefully removing the dress from
the display. "It is beautiful," he observed handing it to me.
The material very soft a silky to the touch. It felt so light. A shiver
of anticipation ran through me at the thought of wearing it.
"My name's Dieter, by the way." The shop assistant told me as he led me
to the back of the store. I followed meekly clutching my new treasure
tenderly.
Dieter showed me a small bathroom and said I could change in there.
Outside was a small kitchen area and to one side was a small bed.
"When you've changed, pop out and show me how it fits." He said closing
the door.
Alone in the bathroom I examined the dress. It was very light and zipped
up at the back. I stripped quickly and held the dress against my body. A
wave of pleasure passed through me and I thought my cock was going to
explode.
Carefully I put it aside and opened the underwear. It was very pretty,
all black with a few small bows as patterning. Very feminine. I pulled
the thong up and positioned around my hard cock as best as I could. It
took me a couple of minutes putting the bra on. I couldn't reach behind
and do it up. Then I hit on the idea of doing it up in front and twisting
it around. I was careful with the hold-ups because my legs were stubbly.
Finally it was time for the dress. I carefully undid the zip and stepped
into it.
It was very tight, but I pulled it up to my hips and pulled my arms in.
Unlike my male clothing the sleeves felt tight too. For a second I
thought that it was too small, but then I realised that was its style. It
was meant to be tight.
I reached around and did up the neck buttons, and then I tried the zip. I
managed to do it up about halfway but couldn't go any further.
As I was puzzling it out there was a knock on the door.
"Are you decent?" Dieter called.
"Yes," I replied.
He opened the door, looked in quickly and held out a hand in holding a
mass of hair. "I don't know if you're interested but I found this wig. I
thought you might be better able to imagine your 'friend' in the dress if
you wore it."
I took the wig with thanks. Unlike the one I had worn at Master Kurt's
this was black and straight.
I put it on, straightened it and looked in the mirror. Although I hadn't
put any makeup on, I could see Dianne staring back. The mere thought of
being Dianne caused my cock to throb in anticipation.
"If you want a hand with that zip, come out and I'll do it up for you."
Dieter called.
I hesitated. My instinctive reaction was to say no. It was embarrassing.
To stand in front of a stranger in a dress. But I had been so eager to
try it I had accepted his offer to use the bathroom and he had already
glimpsed me when he brought in the wig.
Its not like it isn't obvious I'm getting the dress for myself. Still,
the thought of letting Dieter help me made me nervous.
I knew I was being ridiculous so I called out saying that I'd appreciate
his help.
It felt strange walking in hold-ups without shoes. Dieter looked me up
and down with a sweet smile on his face.
"We need to find you a pair of shoes to complete your outfit." He
observed. There was no longer any pretence about buying the dress for a
friend.
He walked over and stood behind me. I felt his hands brush the outsides
of my arms as he felt the material of my dress. I swallowed, my mouth
suddenly dry. At his touch my cock grew erect its outline fully visible.
He slowly ran his hands up my arms to my shoulders. I sighed in obvious
pleasure.
"This a beautiful dress." He whispered in my ear. His voice sent tingles
through me and leaned back towards him feeling very submissive. "What do
you call yourself as a woman?"
"Dianne. That's Dee-Ann. One word."
"Dianne," he whispered. "I like that."
He took hold of the zip and carefully did it up. I could feel his breath
on my neck and it was sending waves of pleasure through me.
Once the zip was done I leaned back and he embraced me with his hands
roaming my body.
One hand began to massage my nipple through the material of my dress and
bra.
"You need to gets some falsies for these." He continued to caress my
nipple as his other hand explored my belly; moving down. I found myself
relaxing into his strong embrace and sighing a "Yes" as he explored my
body.
His hand found my boner and began to caress it. I gasped in pleasure. I
was his to do with as he wanted. And he knew it.
Dieter turned me around and began to kiss me. He was taller than me and
his hands wandered all over my back and backside. I felt wonderfully
submissive and feminine in his arms.
After a minute he began to pull the dress up so that it began to bunch
around my waist. My asshole twitched in anticipation. I was going to be
fucked as a woman again and I couldn't wait.
When Dieter had pulled the dress up though he stopped kissing me and
dropped to his knees.
"What a wonderful clit you have," he said taking my cock in his hands. I
gasped as he pulled back the foreskin, took my cock in his mouth and
began to caress the glands with his tongue.
It felt wonderful. Even as I threw my head back and screamed in silent
pleasure it occurred to me that Master Kurt hadn't ever gone down on me.
The pleasure was driving me wild and I started panting and calling to
God. Dieter continued his oral pleasuring but he also reached around and
began to gently finger me.
This was too much.
"Fuck me," I begged, pointing to the chemist's bag. "Make me your woman."
Dieter stopped what he was doing and spilled the bag's contents on the
floor. He found the box of condoms and tore it open.
As he was doing this I dropped to my knees and began to undo his
trousers. I could see his cock standing firm and majestic. Like a bitch
in heat (which I was) I quickly took him in my mouth and luxuriated in
the man-taste. Whilst I was doing this Dieter wasted no time. He got out
of his clothes and kicked his shoes off.
I let out a disappointed squeal when he pulled out of my mouth and began
to put on the condom. I still needed his manly scent so I nuzzled his
groin and kissed his balls. This didn't make it any easier to put the
condom on!
When the condom was on I picked up the tube of KY and looked around for
somewhere to lie down.
Dieter let me to the bed and had me bend over whilst he rubbed lube in my
ass. I was still sore from my previous fucking but he was very gentle
with me.
The manic passion had passed and all I felt was a wonderful sense of
anticipation. "I'm your woman," I whispered.
"Yes," he replied positioning his cock at my opening.
He was taking me from behind. I had wanted to be one my back so I could
look him in the eyes when he took me. It was too late now as he was
pushing in.
"Oh God!" I gasped. The pain was incredible but Dieter didn't stop.
Despite the pain I longed to be filled.
And eventually I was. I felt his balls against my bum. He didn't start
fucking right away. Instead he began kissing my neck and caressing the
tip of my cock with his thumb. It was wonderful but I wanted to be
fucked. I needed to be fucked.
Just when I thought I couldn't take it any longer he started to fuck me.
I knew he'd been waiting for me to adjust to his cock in me, but I was
impatient.
"Make me your bitch," I said.
"I already have," was his reply.
He started to pull out then in again. It was a glorious feeling and as he
sped up I pushed back to meet him.
I didn't know then if it was the position or the length of Dieter's cock
but he was penetrating deeper than Master Kurt had. He was constantly
touching that special spot that had turned me into a cock hungry bitch.
It was magic!
The orgasm hit me quickly and I squealed with pleasure and told Dieter
that I loved him. Dieter carried on pumping through it and even reached
around to wank me as I came. I watched my semen splash onto the bed.
Once I had finished cumming he continued to fuck me. After another ten
minutes I felt him speed up and I responded by pushing back more and
clenching his cock. He obviously appreciated it because he came straight
after; filling his condom with semen. I could feel every spasm. It was
wonderful.
Dieter pulled out and turned me around. Even as I looked in his eyes and
smiled he pulled me close and kissed me passionately. A man kissing his
woman.
When he had finished I sank to my knees and took off his condom. The
odour of maleness was almost overpowering. I didn't hesitate to take his
cock in my mouth to clean. He tasted of lubricant and semen.
"Stand up and turn around," he ordered after a minute. I let his cock
from my mouth and obeyed.
He started to remove the dress and I wanted to stop him but he said,
"You've made a mess on the bed. We don't want to ruin this lovely dress."
I acquiesced and allowed him to remove it. It was nice being undressed by
him. When this was done, he snapped one of my bra straps with a chuckle
and pushed me back onto the bed.
He laid on top of me and kissed me deeply whilst he caressed one of my
nipples through the material of my bra.
"You are a beautiful woman Dianne," he whispered in my ear. "But you need
to shave your womanly parts." He lightly touched the stubble growing
around my cock.
I smiled and snuggled closer. This was something else that was new.
Cuddling and talking after sex.
Dieter didn't open up the shop after lunch. Instead he laid me on my back
and he fucked me slowly as Master Kurt had done, with my legs up on his
shoulders. All the while he looked me in the eye.
Then he introduced me to something else that was new. Rimming. I gave a
girlish giggle when he tongue probed my hole but it soon turned to moans
of pleasure. What could I do but reciprocate? I immediately found that I
loved his manly taste.
After this, he entered me whilst we were lying down. He didn't fuck me
this time. Instead he held me in his arms and we slept.
Sleeping in the arms of my lover with his cock up my ass was wonderful.
I loved being Dianne.
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