Life With Alpha II Alpha s WorldChapter 5 Japan
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I only had six months left on my assignment in Japan when my orders
came. Eielson, Alaska. Somebody hates me. Not that I was all that
social anyway. I had a, uhm, rich private life. My day job was an
admin assistant, shuffling files from one place to another in dusty
archives. After work, in the privacy of my off-base apartment, I
became Jess. And maybe I should start there.
My real name is Jesse, or I should say, one of my real names. I have
always had very vivid, and often lucid dreams, and in many of these
dreams I would be female as often as male. I never thought much about
it, and even enjoyed some pretty intense experiences, up to and
including orgasms as a girl in them. I'm a fairly attractive man, 26
years old, 5' 11", black hair, green eyes and extremely fit ---and
I'll get to why in a minute.
I re-enlisted after my first term was up in the air force to take an
assignment in Japan. Unfortunately Japan was as boring as stateside,
so when I got an apartment off base, I started experimenting with
fantasies. I purchased a long, silky black wig over the internet and a
kinky Japanese girlfriend taught me how to apply make-up and loved to
bring me strange sexy outfits that she got god knows where (I couldn't
even find men's clothes in my size there.) I started keeping myself
clean shaven and smooth and she loved it when I'd get totally tricked
out and would fuck me senseless with my leather mini riding up to my
waist and my long silky hair splayed out on the pillow as she rode me
on top like a man, with my legs spread; except my hard cock was deep
in her cunt the whole time. She started getting a little too clingy
and eventually we parted ways. Not that life as Jess stopped then; it
actually ratcheted up a notch, and I was curious to see how far it
would go. I didn't want to become a woman per se, I liked myself as a
man, but I didn't really want to be restricted to a single gender
either.
After a few years in Japan, I had saved enough of my enlisted salary
to take a trip to Thailand. I didn't go there for a sex change, but
for a particular augmentation. I wanted breasts. Not really large
ones, just a handful that I could conceal at my day job and play with
at night. I settled on a pair of size B implants. At work I wore a
soft sash under my shirt that made it look like I had well developed
pecs, but didn't compress them enough to be uncomfortable. At home,
after my shift, I'd change out of my uniform, unwind the sash, put my
wig on and do... aerobics.
Aerobics, pilates, yoga, dance videos; I would totally immerse myself
into mimicking the classes of women on the DVD and I was just another
girl in the workout. I didn't intentionally set out for it to work
that way; but besides getting incredibly taut, my body also started to
move with a natural feminine grace. One day I realized, after I had
applied my makeup and set the wig and was checking my tits out in the
mirror, slowly masturbating, that Jess was actually pretty hot! I
stood up, and besides the raging hard-on, everything else was feminine
svelte. Hmmm, it was Friday night too, so I decided to take a train
ride, and make my first outing as Jess.
I put on some hip hugger jeans, a vintage AC/DC t-shirt that bared my
midriff and belly button piercing. My size Bs didn't need a bra but
pushed my nipples up into the shirt at an angle that made them hard
and their outlines visible. I put on a stack of bronze bracelets on my
left wrist, took a few drags off half a thai-stick, plugged in ear
buds from my iPod and headed towards the train station. The street was
crowded and I floated against the stream toward the station, amused at
the lecherous stares from the Japanese salary men returning home and
the guarded looks from men with wives or girlfriends, taking in as
much as they thought would go unnoticed of the exotic foreigner with
the flat midriff and bouncing shirt (yeah, I had enough to bounce, but
only if someone was staring at them, which they were.)
I had planned to take a 30 minute ride on the train to a small town
with an excellent noodle shop ---have dinner, a beer and come back
before my buzz wore off. I'd forgotten that even late Friday evening,
the trains were incredibly crowded. The Japanese didn't believe in 8
to 5. More like 8 to 8, followed by hitting the bars before coming
home; so even at 10pm the train was packed. All the straps and seats
were taken, so I squeezed into the middle of the crowd, propped up by
people on all sides with their backs turned. A few stops later another
big group got on and I felt like a sardine. My arms were pinned but at
least there wasn't much chance of falling with everyone pressed in
like that. I was enjoying my tunes, trying not to inhale too much of
the goop the guy immediately in front of me had smeared on his head in
obscene quantities and looking at the various poster ads above the
seat when a hand started squeezing my ass. I couldn't turn my head
enough with my shoulders stuck to see who it was, so I tried to twist
my arm back to push the hand away. That turned out to be a mistake.
My unknown groper grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand down to a rather
large bulge in his crotch. Then he slid his other hand up my hip, over
my stomach and up under my shirt; he half-cupped my breast with his
fingers while his thumb started semi-circling my nipple. There really
wasn't anything I could do, besides, my pleasant high from the
thai-stick was enhancing the effect on my already sensitive nipples
and I was actually getting turned on. I think I must have moaned a
little, a man a few heads in front of me turned to look at me but then
rapidly looked away when I bit my lip. My groper must have heard it
too; he dropped his hand from my breast. But we wasn't giving up; he
just needed it to unzip his fly, while keeping my other hand captive.
After a bit of fumbling, his hand returned and my back arched
involuntarily as he squeezed my nipple and then reached across to
fondle the other breast. Meanwhile he guided my hand into his pants,
insistent that it free his cock. Nobody seemed to notice what was
happening; with what little room people had to maneuver, they seemed
more intent on text messaging with their phones or trying catch a few
winks or were just generally zoned out. But my fellow was getting even
busier. With my help, his cock was now out and in my hand, and he
thrust it back and forth until I slowly started pumping it on my own.
He must have decided that I didn't need any more coaching, because he
tentatively released my hand. I kept jacking him off slowly, which was
all I could do at this angle, and because a curious thing had started
happening. Maybe it was the pot, but I was feeling every stroke I gave
him as if I were stroking myself. And with his hand on my breast and
fingers playing with my nipple, I felt myself building towards an
orgasm. His other hand now slid up my side so he had a breast in each
hand, pushing up my shirt in the process. Nobody was watching but it
felt electric having my tits exposed and fondled in public while my
hand pumped the cock of a man I couldn't see.
I noticed though that the man a few people in front of me, that had
glanced at me when I had moaned before, was now shamelessly ogling my
bare breasts and the hands fondling them. I let my hand slide down the
cock and cupped the fat balls of my mystery man; precum smeared on my
inner forearm and as I squeezed I heard him groan. When I returned to
his cock it was slick, he was going to cum in a few more seconds. He
squeezed my tits and I almost came right then; it would only be a few
seconds more for me as well. I arched my back, pressing my tits hard
into his hands and freeing enough space to pump him hard as I began to
come. Hot spurts of cum from his cock splashed over my hand and
forearm and my legs almost buckled as he squeezed my tits harder and I
came in my jeans. Our silent voyeur got quite a show. Mystery man
pulled back his hands to put his spent cock away and my shirt settled
back down over my breasts. He patted my ass a couple of times and then
the train stopped and there was a mass exodus. I tried to see who it
was, but everyone had already changed places before I could turn
around. I got off too, I had to find a bathroom to clean up this mess!
Little did I know this was just a harbinger of things to come and that
Eielson, a remote base of predominately men, had even wilder
adventures in store for who Jess was becoming.
Leela
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