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Planet Of Men
By
Michele Nylons
At 1600 Eastern Standard Time (EST) on September 27 in the year 2020 AD
the UN announced that General Atomics Corporation (GAC) had saved the
world. After years of panic in every country that the world was doomed
due to the effects of global warming, GAC announced that, with funding
provided by the UN, they had developed self-sustaining micro atomic
reactor electric generators. The reactors were a safe renewable energy
source, and micro technology had developed to the stage where micro
generators as small as a car battery could power a large suburban
house. A GAC micro atomic generator the size of a refrigerator could
power the largest building in the world. Smaller micro generators
could run everything from automobiles to watches.
The micro reactors were so cheap to make that they were immediately
mass-produced on such a scale that within ten years every object
produced my man that required an energy source was powered by a GAC
micro atomic generator. Poverty disappeared; wars ceased to be fought;
pollution was a dim memory of the past; and every power station in the
world was dismantled. Unbeknownst to anyone GAC micro atomic
generators emitted powerful zeta radiation that could not be detected
by any man made instrument at the time. Zeta radiation is not life
threatening to humans and has no effect on any other organism on the
globe. It does have one effect on the female of the human species that
was not to become apparent for some time.
At 1600 EST on March 13 in the year 2050 AD the UN announced that
General Atomics Corporation had destroyed mankind. By then it was
proven beyond any doubt that the zeta radiation emitted by GAC micro
atomic reactors was the reason every woman in the world was sterile.
The world was doomed.
At 0917 EST on April 16 in the year 2125 AD the last human being
walking the planet Earth died. Clocks continued to tick, elevators
waited for passengers that would never appear, automatic machinery
continued to run, vacant offices and department stores were kept cool
by air-conditioners and every man made appliance was fully functional;
after all, they were powered by GAC micro atomic generators, and they
had a one thousand year guarantee.
Five years before GAC had released its world saving (and world
destroying) invention on the world, the governments of the first world
countries of the world had agreed to conduct a radical experiment. At
a number of secret locations throughout the modern world, volunteers
had been placed in suspended animation in cryogenic facilities. The
volunteers were mainly single men. They had no special skills or
scientific training; they were simply 'guinea pigs' with no families or
friends to miss them. The plan had been to see if humans could be
preserved for extraordinary periods of time in the event that global
warming put an end to man's existence.
The experiment was really mute once GAC announced the invention of
their micro atomic generators and the resultant reprieve for the
world's environment; but the scientists decided to continue with the
test as it may provide useful data about extended hibernation in the
event that the micro atomic generators could be used for inter-stellar
travel. In fact all of the cryogenic facilities were retrofitted with
GAC micro atomic generators to ensure they had an inexhaustible power
supply. The volunteers in their cryogenic stasis were blissfully
unaware of what had happened to the world while they slept peacefully
for a hundred and fifty years. By the time the clocks ticked over to
0001 on January 01 in the year 2130 AD they were the only living human
beings on a planet that had hundreds of fully functioning modern cities
but was devoid of human habitation. My story begins.
My name is Michael, a forty four year old male, and I was one of the
volunteers who participated in the extended stasis experiment. My
cryo-chamber opened on time, and I emerged, along with my fellow cryo-
volunteers, from my extended sleep to find all of the machinery and
paraphernalia required to enable human existence was fully functional
and yet the world was abandoned of human life.
It took myself, Steve and Jeff about a week to figure out exactly what
had happened to mankind. At first we were stunned and then, when we
got over the shock, we decided to make the best of a world abandoned by
its creators. We moved into a secure compound, and foraying into the
nearby city, we acquired all of the trappings we needed to live
comfortably. We had three separate houses with all of the latest
gadgets. Everything ran perfectly and mostly automatically, powered of
course by GAC micro generators. We filled our houses with every form
of entertainment available: three-dimensional holographic video
projectors, fully integrated sound systems, and the latest computer
games. Of course there were no interactive Internet websites, although
most websites were still running; their servers and super-computers run
by GAC micro atomic generator.
We found food abundant; advances in cryo technology meant that produce
could be frozen and remain edible for centuries (the irony of this was
not lost on us). We had everything we needed to sustain us for the
rest of our lives. Everything except contact with other humans beside
ourselves; and of course no women to fulfil our sexual desires. Jeff
acquired a powerful transmitter and we spent days trying to contact the
other volunteers of the cryogenic experiment who must have emerged at
the same time as we did in their secret locations around the globe, but
we had no success. Because of the secrecy surrounding the project we
didn't even know who they were, how many there were, or where they were
located. We eventually became resigned to our fate and settled down to
live out our lives in as much comfort as possible, leaving the
transmitter and receiver to operate automatically.
After a six months of each other's company we pretty much retired to
our own homes within the compound. It was a sad reality that we craved
the company of other human beings but were sick of our own company.
This arrangement and the privacy we now all craved actually suited me
more than I was prepared to say. You see I have a secret that the
other two know nothing about; that very few people had ever known
anything about. It was a secret that I had lived with before I
volunteered for the cryo experiment and a secret I have no intention of
sharing with my two male survivors. I am a transvestite.
Jeff, Steve and I agreed to meet every Friday at one of our houses in
the compound on an alternate basis. Why we chose Friday (the start of
the weekend had no relevance to us now) was beyond us; we just mutually
agreed to the day. We would not disturb each other outside of our
Friday evening get togethers unless there was an emergency. We all
craved our privacy, me most of all. Now that I lived in relative
privacy, I decided that I could practice my crossdressing peccadillos
as often as I wanted.
I drove into town and acquired all the trappings I needed to fulfil my
transvestite fantasies. I went to various shops and took makeup,
perfume, jewellery, lingerie, shoes, wigs, skirts, blouses and suits.
From chemists shops I selected a variety of shavers, hair removal
cream, and lubricants. I visited sex shops and helped myself to
vibrators, dildos, a life-like male sex doll, fetish clothing and
holographic transvestite video pornography. I smuggled it all into my
house, locked the doors, closed the curtains and commenced to live my
life as my alter ego: Michele.
I took all of my acquisitions into the second bedroom and ensuite
bathroom of my house and filled the drawers, shelves, cupboards and
wardrobes with my girly goodies. I put black satin sheets on the bed,
installed a computer, a holographic video player and set up a digital
video camera. I put in a huge dressing table complete with lighted
mirror, wig stands, makeup case and jewellery box. When I had the
bedroom and ensuite set up exactly as I wanted, I installed a phone
line and intercom system to the front door and then put a huge deadlock
on the bedroom door. My plan was that while I was in this room, which
I called 'Michele's Playroom', I would be Michele and play whatever
girly games took my fancy. The intercom and phone systems would give
me some time to transform back into Michael in the event of an
unannounced visit from either of the other two men with whom I shared
planet earth.
I knew it would be risky; being dressed up as a woman with the only
other men in the world (that I knew existed anyway) living close by;
but I figured I had reduced the risk as much as I could. If I had to
live in a world without the comfort of contact with women; then I would
enjoy as much time as I could pretending to be one. I am not gay but I
have been crossdressing all my life since my early teens. I must admit
to having fantasies of being with men whilst I am dressed as Michele
but I have never acted on them other than masturbation. All of my
sexual encounters have been with women and I have enjoyed every one of
them. But there are no longer any women in the world; my sex life will
consist of fantasy, pornography and masturbation. There is no way I
could even conceive of revealing my transvestite lifestyle to Jeff or
Steve.
One evening when I decided I had done all I could to ensure that I
could enjoy my solitary transvestite fun without getting caught out, I
went about making the changes I needed to transform from Michael to
Michele. I entered Michele's Playroom and carefully locked the door.
I had already begun to allow my nails to grow long; not long enough to
be too noticeable, but long enough to be feminine when filed and
painted. I took a long bath and after soaking for an hour I carefully
shaved my legs, feet, arms, hands, under-arms, chest and stomach. I
had trimmed my pubic hair right down to stubble before I entered the
bath and I now shaved my pubis to a nice shape and then carefully
shaved my scrotum.
I have only a small thatch of hair in the small of my back, which I
shaved with the razor to the best of my ability. I got out of the bath
and dried myself and then applied hair-removing cream to the remaining
stubble in the small of my back and over and in between my buttocks,
paying particular attention to the area around my anus. I shaved my
face carefully, twice, so that there was no rasping when I ran my hands
over my chin, cheeks and neck. Finally I trimmed my eyebrows and
shaped them as best I could so that they would not look too feminine
when I was dressed in drab as Michael.
I showered to rinse off the hair remover and remaining suds, towelled
off and then slipping into a satin bath robe I sat before my dressing
table ready to begin my first transformation from Michael to Michele in
over one hundred and fifty years. Although it was over a century in
real time, to me it seemed like only a few months since I had dressed
as a woman because the stasis condition induced by the cryogenic
chamber made it seem just like being asleep for one night. But as any
committed transvestite or crossdresser knows, a few months without
dressing felt like an eternity.
My usual ritual began; I looked at the amassed cosmetics, wigs and
womanly accoutrements laid out before me, sighed with bliss and began
to work on my makeup. First I applied a liberal amount of foundation,
a slightly shade darker than my natural skin tone. Next I brushed a
coating of face powder all over my face to set the foundation. I
reached out and took a sip from the glass of the red wine I had poured
prior to entering the Playroom; a nice Australian Shiraz, vintage 2125.
I then went to work on my eyes.
I like to do my eyeliner next so that if I get it wrong I can clean it
off and start over; if I apply the liner after I have my eyeshadow
right, I get annoyed. I applied a thick line of black eyeliner to my
upper and lower eyelids and then painted my eyelids with a blend of
light blue and pink eyeshadow. I covered my eyelids and brushed it up
to the top of my eye sockets. I brushed lashings of mascara on to my
upper and lower eyelashes, allowing the mascara to set between coats
whilst I sipped the Shiraz. No need to rush after all its not as if
I'm going out or meeting anyone!
Having finished with my eyes and happy with the results I rouged my
cheeks and then applied two generous coats of liquid lipstick. Perfect!
I was happy with the results; my face was heavily but carefully madeup;
a sort of middle aged slut look that I liked. I applied a final light
coating of face powder to give my face a lovely glow. I took my time
applying two coats of plum red nail polish to my finger and toenails;
gulping red wine between coats and refilling my glass. I selected a
raven black bob wig that just brushed the nape of my neck, the fringe
falling across my eyebrows. I loved the result!
I rummaged in the jewelbox and put two silver necklaces around my neck
and matching bangles on both wrists. I clipped silver drop earings to
my ears and laid out an anklet for later, after I had put on my
stockings. I was now getting a little aroused and a droplet of clear
seminal fluid dripped from the eye of my penis. Now for the best part
of dressing; slipping into my lingerie!
I shimmied into a black satin garter belt and slid fully-fashioned
taupe stockings on my legs. I smoothed the sleek nylons taught,
straitening the seams and pulling the reinforced tops up to the tops of
my thighs and attached the garter straps. Then I slid into a pair of
pink nylon boy-leg panties, pushing my penis between my legs. I
clipped the silver anklet around my right ankle being careful not to
ladder my stocking.
I was so happy that despite the passage of time, sexy lingerie had not
changed, right up until their extinction women had still craved
sensuous slinky underwear. Next I slipped into a black satin push-up
bra; I stuffed the latex breastforms I had taken from a sex shop into
the cups and adjusted them to look as natural as possible. I eased a
white satin full-slip over my head and let it fall, shivering with
pleasure as the diaphanous material slithered down my body, especially
when the hem ran down my stocking legs creating sparks of delight at
the feel of the satin against the lycra and nylon hosiery.
I slipped into a navy blue rayon mini skirt and pulled it up and
secured it at the waist and then pulled on long-sleeved white nylon
blouse and tucked it into the waistband of my skirt. I had my usual
struggle with buttons because they are on the 'wrong side'. After
collecting a pair of patent leather black high-heeled pumps I sat on
the bed and slipped them on my nylon encased feet. I stood and looked
in the full-length mirror.
"Beautiful Michele," I whispered and kissed my reflection.
My cock started to thicken, trapped in my nylon panties and I couldn't
help but slide my hand under my skirt and run the tips of my red
fingernails over my panty clad silken cock. I closed my eyes and
imagined it was a handsome man doing this naughty act. What I didn't
realise was that I actually did have a handsome man in my house!
When I opened my eyes a minute later I had the biggest shock of my
life; right in front of my face was a huge throbbing penis! I looked
up in surprise and there was Jeff smiling down at me, his hard cock
sticking out of the fly of his jeans.
"Well don't just look at it; swallow it you fucking queer!" he snarled
and pushed his cock against my face.
Jeff rubbed his cock all over my face; laughing as he humiliated me.
I was stunned; how had he got in here? Why was he doing this? What
could I do to stop him?
"Jeff; please, don't do this. I won't tell anyone ok?"
"You have to leave," I begged.
"Leave? Won't tell anyone? What do you fucking think is happening here
you stupid cunt!" he snarled.
"The world has ended; there are no women left. But there is this
fucked up bloke who lives next door who likes to dress like a woman.
He even calls himself Michele! So now by default you Michael, by
changing yourself into Michele, have become the last woman in the
world!"
"And now Michele is going to suck my dick or I'm going to punch her in
the face," he hissed and pushed his engorged penis against my red
lipsticked lips.
"Now open up bitch!" he warned and pulled my head into his groin.
Jeff's cock filled my mouth and I started to gag. Jeff then held my
head commenced raping my face. He thrust his pulsing, penis in and out
of my mouth grunting as he fucked my face. I was stunned and had no
way to react other that to sit there and let him commit this
unspeakable act. My head was spinning trying to figure out how Jeff
had hid in my room. How did he know I was a Transvestite? What could I
do; it's not like I could call the police is it?
It was strange feeling a cock in my mouth for the first time. It was
not unpleasant; in fact in a way Jeff was forcing me to live out my
fantasy. My lips clamped around his turgid penis and my tongue slid
along his shaft; it was like I knew instinctively how to fellate a man.
Jeff pushed my face back until just my lips circled his plum coloured
knob; then pulled me forward against him as he thrust forward, forcing
his turgid meat into my mouth. As a reflex I flicked my tongue along
his shaft and glans and began to sense his enjoyment. Now he increased
his attack on my virgin mouth and I tasted more and more of his pre-
seminal fluid. He was groaning and panting.
"Yeah fucking whore! You like this don't you! Take my cock bitch!" he
growled.
He slammed forward hard and pushed my face into his groin and held it
with two hands at the back of my head. His penis throbbed and erupted
in my mouth and I felt the hot salty taste of his seed as it exploded
from his glans. I started to gag and tried to force myself free as his
semen flooded my mouth and slid down my throat.
"Take it bitch, take it!" Jeff howled in his orgasm.
"OH Yeah baby, on your face yes! On your face!"
Jeff pulled my face out his groin and held it close to his crotch with
one hand; with the other he rubbed his still ejaculating penis all over
my face. His ejaculate shot across my cheeks and landed on my
eyelashes, a string of hot semen running across my face. Another spurt
shot against my lips and up my nose. I felt stream after stream of
semen scald my face and start to run down my neck. The thick gobbets
of milky come smeared my cheeks, nose and lips. Looking out my eyes I
could hardly see because of the ropes of hot come across my eyelids and
lashes.
Jeff's orgasm started to subside and he continued to rub his cock all
over my face. He smeared his spend all over me, it combined with my
lipstick and makeup to make a hot sticky film that covered my face.
Jeff stepped back and looked down at me, sitting on the bed, may face
covered in come. Gobbets of semen glistened on my navy blue skirt and
soaked into my taupe nylon stockings because some of Jeff's fluids had
run off my face.
Jeff smiled down evilly at me and began to unbuckle his belt.
"You're not too fucking bad a cock sucker for a bloke Michele," he
sniggered pushing his jeans down and unbuttoning his shirt.
"Now let's see how the last woman left on the planet knows how to
fuck?"
To be continued....................................................
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