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Hitting the Buffers or a day in the life by Elaine © 2007
This story follows on from a story I did a few years ago called the
Runaway Train. It is the partly true and partly imagined life of a real
living post-op Transsexual who is living in Northern Europe. Any
questions or comments please email me on [email protected].
He's just rolled off me and seems to be instantly fast asleep and snoring
happily as usual.
However I know that I cant sleep as I feel his cum oozing out of my
vagina onto the sheet under me. I need to get up, wipe the sheet and
douche before I can sleep too.
I can still feel his gentle bites on my enlarged breasts as I swing my
legs out of the bed.
After years of only wearing heels I have the chore of slipping on a pair
of 5" heels or walking on tip toes to head for the toilet. Although I can
do it I decide to be safe rather than risk a painful torn calf muscle as
has happened in the past and slip on my heels beside the bed that I've
worn all day.
Turning on the shower I put on my shower cap to protect my butt length
long hair to from getting wet and change into a pair of plastic heels
that I can wear in the shower.
Stepping in the hot water beats on my firm breasts which were always big
after my teenage hormone treatments but after his suggestion and
persuasion they are now a size 34H. They took some getting used to and
even now I wonder why I did it but I do like to see his reaction when he
sees me naked or we make love.
I let the water splash on me and then make sure that my artificial vagina
is cleaned out by gently spreading my pierced vaginal lips gently apart
and directing the water inside.
While standing in the shower I always take the opportunity to empty my
full bladder and then soap my soft skin particularly under my hairless
armpits and under my breasts which do tend to get hot and sticky at
times.
Satisfied that I'm clean inside and out I step out and then use a soft
fluffy towel to pat myself dry. Then I take off the shower cap and allow
my long hair to fall down. I then out on my night dress which has a very
necessary built in support bra but I enjoy its silky feel even if it does
feel cool to my skin.
When I walk back into the bedroom he's still snoring away loudly with his
huge frame on my side of the king size bed we share. In the dim light I
can see that he looks contented having had his usual daily dose of sexual
play with me.
He knows about my past life as a boy but he doesn't acknowledge it and we
never talk about it now after some curious questions to begin with.
Before I get into bed I put on a pair of thong panties that splits my
rear with a thin slice of material. I can see and feel the piercings
through the thin net material.
I'd like to slip back into bed but I know I cant just yet as I really
must brush out my hair following the shower and or sexual encounter.
It's funny but it was probably my hair that got me into this situation
and it always has an emotional feeling when I start to braid it after a
quick brushing. One final job I must do is to remove my nail polish from
both my toes and fingers so I sit down on the edge of the bed with my
polish remover and cotton wipes.
At his insistence and my acquiescence my nails have salon applied fake
tips that make my fingers around half an inch longer. At first it was
tricky with them but after a few years with them on all the time I'm used
to them despite their extreme length. Once the old polish is removed I
have to apply two coats of the dark red polish he likes me to wear so I
carefully apply it before doing my toenails too.
It's nearly 2am when I can finally get into the warm bed and I gently
push him over and coax him back onto his side.
"Move over darling," I whisper into his ear.
He grunts and duly slowly complies but he doesn't wake up. Slipping under
the covers I get into bed and lie back. He instantly moves back again
towards me and I can feel his body heat warming my body.
However sleep doesn't come easily as he snores away. I lie awake thinking
of what I've become.
I put my long nailed hand down between my legs to feel that my male parts
really have gone and it as it usually feels ? smooth and flat except for
my labia and clitoris piercings he wanted me to have.
I lay on my back as lying on my side is now very uncomfortable with two
1000cc implants inserted under each breast. His snoring helps to keep me
awake until well after 2am and the alarm is set for 7am as usual so I
know I will be tired in the morning.
My mind remembers our night out at the club and the close attention he
gives me when we are out in mixed company. If any guy talks to me he
likes to know what is being said but then of course that always happens
courtesy of the revealing sexy clothes he likes me to wear.
Usually it's a halter style dress with a short skirt to reveal my long
shapely legs that are usually balanced on 6" or 51/2" heels needle spike
heels or boots.
He always takes a very strong interest in the way I look and insists that
my make-up is strong and never underdone. Lots of rings and sparkling
earrings and the necklace he bought me are nestling between my breasts.
He also gets very jealous when a man talks to me and he really likes to
control me. As usual he always steers me towards his friends where I sit
drinking some white wine looking pretty trying to follow the conversation
that doesn't usually interest me that much.
It's not easy to chat with the loud music being played but even if it
wasn't the chat is always just idle and nothing more than the usual
trivia.
When I finally get off to sleep it's nearer three am than two and I think
about him lying next to me. He seems to like me this way but what he
doesn't know wont hurt him.
I wonder what he would think if he really knew the real me and that I'm
stuck in this female body and wish it were otherwise. I use his
domination of me to gain some kind of sexual stimulation.
It's nearly 16 years since I went under the knife but I still have a hard
time accepting what happened was correct or that I regret it all. However
it did happen and I have no choice but to accept it somehow to get
through what remains of my life.
Meeting his demands for me to be some kind of ultra feminine woman so one
will ever know I'm not a real one has helped. Because without his demands
I'd never have looked like this. I'd always been very plain and ordinary
instead of the stunning looks I now possess.
I can turn a man's head and make a man want me badly. The downside is
that this has a bad effect on my parents who think I am stupid and being
manipulated by him. They cant see that I am using him in the same way he
is using me. He's giving me the excuse I need to be this way. To be able
to wear my hair this long, to have my breasts this big, to have these
ridiculous long nails and only being able to wear these heels all day.
While all that turns him on to see me like this it turns me on to be
stuck this way so it's a mutual situation.
Sometimes I wonder if it's worth it all but then I see the obvious
physical effect it has on him and his sexual arousal and that makes it
feel much easier.
The stuck feeling is certainly very powerful and arousing to me and it
gives me a good feeling most of the time but also sometimes I feel that
I've been a big fool to have done all he asked. I'm stuck this way and
there isn't anything I can do about it.
Besides all that he takes care of me in many ways. He provides me with a
warm and comfortable house, the latest fashions are something that he
likes to buy me. He even buys my make-up since I'm colour blind it isn't
easy to decide what colour is best for my sexy look.
Who am I to argue when he's just bought me a fancy new dress or some new
5" spike heeled boots.
It's been so long since my big switch over but I can remember all about
the time I transformed from a confused small boy into a young buxom woman
when the hormones did their work.
By the time I realised what was happening it was too late to do much
about it even I'd said stop. I'd still look like a girl and now I always
will. Nothing can change that.
When I awake the next morning he's already up and dressed as he greets me
with a cup of hot coffee that will waken me up fully.
"Come on darling we have to move. I have a meeting at 8am today," he says
after giving me a kiss.
"What?" I exclaim looking at my watch.
"It's nearly 7:15 now," I declare knowing I will need more time to get
ready. I take a welcome sip of my coffee and taste the bitter hot liquid.
That wakes me up. "You'll need to help me get ready."
He was though already choosing my outfit for the day. He'd selected my
navy blue skirt suit with a tight pencil skirt together with my usual
black sling back 5" heels followed by a cream blouse that would reveal
lots of cleavage. He selected my matching bra, thong panties and
suspender belt that he insists I wear to hold up my stockings
"Pass me the bra and panties please," I ask and he dutifully does so as I
sit up to remove my nightdress. I put my arms through the straps and
nestle the cups over my full ample breasts. I turn slightly and ask him
to do up my bra at the rear. Then I put on his chosen matching pair of
thong panties with the rear thong hidden between my rear ass cheeks.
I don't have any other kind of panty other than thongs these days as he
threw out all my sensible underwear a few years ago. He's always buying
me new pairs and the skimpier the better it seems.
He insists that I always wear sheer nylon stockings either as hold ups or
with suspenders. I also keep my toenails painted bright red on my own
volition but I know he would make me do them if I didn't.
So I sit to draw up the stockings up my long hairless legs making sure
that the top stretches to the top of my thigh. I stand up in the heels
he's chosen and then attach the suspenders to the stocking tops. Then I
quickly put on my cream silky coloured blouse easily now despite the
buttons all fastening the wrong way followed by my navy knee length
pencil skirt.
It's always a bit awkward getting dressed as I always have to wear heels
when stepping into the skirt. He finds it amusing when I ask for a
steadying hand to support me while I stand on one leg to lift the other
into the skirt.
While he heads off to get his things together for the office I still have
my make-up to apply. I had a make-up tattoo done a few years ago but it's
fading a bit now. I am able to use the fainter lines to make applying my
make-up easier.
I always start with a light coating of my usual cream foundation as I do
suffer from large pores. Then when I'm satisfied that its all smoothed
into my skin before I move onto my lips.
I always use a dark lipliner and two or three shades of lipstick to
achieve my desired effect on my lips. My eyes are always next and I
always like to apply dark eyeshadow across my upper lids and carefully
blend it up into my thin eyebrows. Then there is a dark line of eyeliner
and lots of mascara to length both my upper and lower lashes. I used to
use false eyelashes but a few thin coats of mascara seem to thicken and
lengthen them to the desired amount.
When I am done I feel aroused at the effect I've created but I cant dwell
on it as I hear him shouting at me to hurry again. I looked outside and
see the typical Finnish wintry weather of snow flakes falling and feel my
legs shiver inside the tight nylons.
His fashionable dress code means I'm going to get cold in these sheer
clothes. I put on my matching jacket and head down stairs hearing my
spike heels click on the hard wood staircase treads. That is always a
satisfying sound to hear knowing they are my heels. I can see the
countless indents into the wood by my needle sharp heels made over the
last few years.
It's his house so I don't worry about the marks.
I don't have time for breakfast other than half a slice of toast and a
drink from his second cup of coffee before we are heading out the door
towards his car.
So I stand and wait patiently as he locks the front door before we walk
towards the garage where the car is kept. Although I can drive he always
does now so I just head for the passenger door as usual without argument.
I'm happy to let him take the controls and have never had any bad worries
about his driving abilities other than he does tend to drive a bit
quickly at times.
Besides I've never really wanted to drive a car wearing heels. I just
think it would be crazy to try in case we had an accident.
So I get in after he de-activates the central locking and clip my seat
belt in and then arrange the diagonal strap between my breasts. My skirt
rides up and as we drive to the office his right hand finds his way onto
my legs and thighs.
We live just 15 minutes from the office and I work for him as his
personal assistant in the sales department of an industrial robot
manufacturer not far from the centre of the capital of Finland. He is a
senior sales manager and he always keeps me busy dealing with queries and
letters.
I also do his filing, typing up meeting minutes, taking notes and
generally helping with sales enquiries and sending out sales brochures.
With him having his own office in a corner of the building we are often
working alone. He likes to take advantage of that and we often make love
in his locked office during the day.
I find it exciting having sex with him in his locked office and often he
can complete his sexual business in 5 minutes with me and be back at
work. I'm often left feeling a bit used but happy that he's found me so
sexy he had to make love.
At lunchtime I have two hours arranged to visit my local nail bar plus do
some shopping. I get them to deal with my nails by infilling the gap that
develops between the ends of the nails and the cuticles.
They usually file and shape the tips but slowly over the months my nails
have been allowed to grow so that they are around one centimetre long
now.
Initially when I started to wear them it caused me problems at work as it
meant that I couldn't type properly and my work needed constant
correction. He would complain but then I would just point out that it was
his idea to have them long and so the corrections would need to be
overlooked.
They also make simple things very difficult to do such as picking up
coins or keys from the table.
Once my nails are filled they give them a coat of dark red polish, apply
some diamond decorations and then a final coat of clear polish and
hardener to avoid chipping.
An hour is over when I set out for my hair appointment nearby. My hair
has always been a powerful reason for the way I am now. I always wanted
long hair and its always been thick, black and shiny.
My appointment today is just to have my ends trimmed and levelled by
small amount. My boyfriend will not allow me to get reduced in length
other than these regular trims so my hair is the now the longest its ever
been and level with my waist.
I then walked to my corset maker who where I picked up the two new bras
they'd had made for me. They come complete with matching panties of
course and have to be specially made because my breasts are so big. Most
off the shelf bras in my H cup size are just uncomfortable.
Finally on the way back to work I picked up the pair of leather 5" heeled
boots I'd ordered. They are soft black leather with my usual needle point
spike heel and are easy to put on. They fit well apart from being a
little tight in the toes and the price was cheap enough that I could
suffer the discomfort. I also knew the effect they would have on Patrick
if I wore them back to the office so that's what I did.
By the time I got back a little after 2pm my feet were in agony crammed
in the confines of the boots but the look on his face when he saw me
wearing them made it all worthwhile. I could tell he approved and he told
me he wanted me to wear them to the party we were going to that night.
I tried to explain that they needed breaking in before being used for a
party but he insisted and I reluctantly agreed to his desires when he
said I could wear a pair of tight black pants with them.
We worked on until 7 on a sales proposal and then went home. On the way
his phone rang and it was invite to another party the next night. I told
him that I wasn't that keen to go out again because I was feeling tired
and didn't really want to go out later never mind tomorrow. At that he
said we'd just go out for a few hours and then go home.
That decided we went home and got changed. Him into his favourite pair of
faded jeans and while I got into my agreed outfit of tight stretch pants
and these painful boots.
I sometimes wonder what he sees in me when I am in this defiant mood as I
start to apply my make-up in a darker style. It doesn't take me long to
apply a lot more mascara and other make-up which makes my look even
sexier.
I brush out my long hair and then apply perfume everywhere. As I finish
he appears behind me, moves my long hair aside, kisses my neck and paws
my breasts so I turn to face him.
He grins when I turn to face him happy with my slightly slutty look and
we kissed for what seems like an age and he whispers, "I want you now."
He pulls down my pants and my panties and before I know it I feel him
deep inside me once again. He pushes into me lifting me slightly. I have
no choice but to pretend to enjoy his attentions but deep down but deep
down it's only making realise my position in our relationship. Deep down
I'm happy that he finds me so sexy he wants to make love before we go out
but also I am unhappy that it has to be so often.
The sex reinforces my stuck feelings though knowing that I am stuck like
this and there's nothing I can do about it even if I tried. He is well
practiced in making love like this and it doesn't take long when I'm
feeling his cum squirting inside me as his movements suddenly jerk to a
halt.
He moves to kiss me on the lips tenderly in thanks and I'm always happy
to respond eagerly. Then its all back to getting ready for the party with
me getting myself presentable again. I need to repair my mak-up, brush
out my hair and change my cum soaked panties and before long I am walking
outside into the bitterly cold Helsinki air.
So we head out the door 30 minutes later with his sexual appetite sated.
I am tired, hungry and my feet are aching as I breathe in the cold air
and I walk as quickly as I can towards the car.
As usual the party is full of his friends and they all say hello and all
very nice to me. We chat about many things but mostly its just small
talk.
When he goes off with a few of his close friends to look at a car
outside, one guy comes on to me suggesting that we should go to bed but I
politely decline and declare that I am more than happy with my existing
boyfriend.
I'm quite hungry but I know I cant eat or drink too much so I nibble at
some nuts and have some sparkling water.
As my boyfriend is the life and soul of the party as usual its after
midnight when we finally set off home again. I'm exhausted and quickly go
up to bed while he goes to the study to do some work he says.
I'm instantly asleep the moment my head hits the pillow only to be woken
a few hours later as he sidles up to me in bed. He puts his arm around me
and holds my breast as he draws me towards him. I can feel his erection
on my rear and I realise that he still wants more sex.
I just hope that he realises that being this way I find is sexy too. That
his arousal reinforces my own wellbeing and that being his girl when deep
down I'm still a boy inside makes my life a little easier to live.
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