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More Than Just Friends By: Rachael Free I thought my friend had my best interest at heart but found out he had ulterior motives. Our arrangement as roomies turned into more than just friends. My story is typical of putting so much trust in someone and how one can turn the tables if they want to upset someone else's life. My outcome ended on a good note though. Please sit back as I write down my thoughts and feelings, reliving how "Cherry" was born. xxxxxxxxxxxx Mike and I met each other at work and hit it off immediately. My name is Evan (or was at one time). Mike is a civil engineer from a small school in Indiana and I took environmental engineering from a school in Colorado. We both wound up working for the same firm near Chicago in 2004. Our paths crossed when we were teamed on a project in Houston, Texas. We were to spend a minimum of twelve months at a site to help in the construction of a new biological treatment plant. Being in our early twenties, it gave us both an opportunity to get away, see new sights, see what the girls were like in Texas and basically have some fun. I have long hair and usually keep it in a ponytail. I get a lot of jeers form the guys but really don't care. Mike is about 40 pounds heavier than I, clean cut, a sports jock and pretty much a stud. I, on the other hand, was always on the slight side. My interests were more intellectual than sports related and were part of many of the clubs during high school and college. Our personal differences seemed to make us get along better. The company rented a two bedroom furnished condo for us about twenty minutes from the site. We were in an up and coming neighborhood and had all sorts of fun things to do when we were off. The bars were really great too and we met all different types of people. Most of the people we met were transplants to Texas. After a couple weeks though, going to the same places got boring. Mike suggested we rent a big screen TV, DVD and hook it up to our computer too so we can watch some porn on a big screen. Porn was OK with me. So, as engineers, we set up an elaborate system that could play almost any form of media as well as use our computer to tap into another world. I signed up for some basic X-rated sites with men and women fucking while Mike liked the alternative sites. To each his own I said as we began spending most of our time at the condo instead of hitting the bars. The days flew by as we hurried back from the site to see what new porn clips or movies were available on our sites. We almost never watched TV or even watched a movie on the DVD. The entire time was spent browsing the sites and sitting back with some beers and cocktails as we focused on sex. It almost became an obsession and we would take turns selecting the porn for the night. Our colleagues thought were strange and didn't seem to interact much with us at work. One night Mike chose a Shemale sight and we sat back to watch. I was mesmerized at how beautiful some of these "guys" were and how big their cocks were. We saw all sorts of interactions with other shemales, guys, girls, hermaphrodites, and even some bondage sessions. We became engrossed in these media and soon found ourselves focusing on TV, cross-dressing, shemale, hermaphrodite and transsexual sites. Mike and I would even find ourselves stroking our own cocks as we viewed the movies and clips. We tried ignoring each other and kept to ourselves without saying a word what was happening. Mike was even getting emails on his blackberry at work from people (TV's, transsexuals, etc.) we would chat with online. Our obsession became a crutch. We couldn't get through the day without thinking about these creatures, interacting with them or even stroking off to them as we gazed at the screen. Nothing had happened between Mike and me so far and I was concerned something could possibly happen. I considered myself a heterosexual and liked women. I think Mike did too. We never spoke about it but I'm sure the oddity of our obsession went through Mike's mind at times. One day at work, Mike asked me if what we were doing was wrong. I just shrugged my shoulders and said it wasn't hurting anyone so what could be the problem. He shrugged his shoulders back at me and we dismissed any more discussion. My mind seemed to drift off at work and Mike had to keep covering for me. Mike suggested I listen to some music as I worked so I could keep focused on the tasks at hand. He gave me an iPod and I began to listen to background music to dampen the distractions. My focus did improve, but I seemed to miss most of the hours in the day. It flew by like it didn't exist. Work would end and there we were in front of our TV for the night. The next week I noticed something odd about Mike. He seemed a bit distant while we watched TV. I found myself drifting off during the movies and missing sections of time at night too. I always seemed to wake at the end of the movie though. Mike was usually just sitting there drinking his beer as I came back to reality. This went on for the next week but the times in between got longer. My boss could tell something wasn't right and figured it was just the stress of the job. We had been working now six days a week without a break. He suggested I take some time off. Mike could cover for me until I felt better. I took his suggestion and took time off to stay at the condo. My daily activities usually found me sunning myself at the pool reading a book and listening to the iPod Mike had given me. The other time was spent inside staring at the screen. I found myself listening to my iPod more and more as I eagerly watched the transsexual movies. I would stay up late and awake with my iPod still playing. Mike would come and go making sure I was eating and drinking. My life seemed to rotate around the music, the movies and the pool. The time seemed to pass and I didn't think about work. My mind seemed to drift a lot and I had trouble keeping focus on even the simplest things like doing a crossword puzzle, following cooking instructions and even doing basic math. I really didn't seem to care though and was content letting the day go by and then seeing Mike come home so we could watch some movies together. One Saturday afternoon Mike suggested we go out for a bite to eat. I blindly nodded and went to cleanup. I showered, brushed my teeth, made sure my face was smooth, and put some lotion on my face to make sure I was moisturized from all the sunning. A few more things to do and I had to get dressed. I met Mike at the door and he handed me a light jacket. He helped me put it on and we walked out the door. We went to a bar we hadn't frequented and sat at a booth. We both ordered as Mike selected a big burger. I chose a small side salad with oil and vinegar and a glass of water. We sat silent for some time when a guy came up and asked if I wanted to dance. I looked at Mike and wondered if we were in a gay bar. I told the guy no and he just walked away. I looked at Mike and wondered what was going on. Mike told me to forget it as we ate our meal. We finished as Mike paid the bill. He helped me with my jacket again and he guided me out with his hand on the small of my back. Once outside he put his arm around me. Without thinking I nuzzled in closer to him as we walked down the street to our car. I felt so natural walking next to him as he opened my door and helped me inside. I sat and swung my legs inside as he got in on the driver side. I scooted over next to him as we took off. Mike drove to park overlooking a stream. The setting was very pretty and the temperature was perfect to watch the sunset. I put my head on Mike's shoulder as he stroked my head. The sun went down and I faced Mike. He lowered his head and gently kissed my lips. The feeling was so natural and I responded without thinking. He kept kissing me and finally broke the kiss. He smiled saying, "Carrie, you are very pretty tonight. How about we go home and have some fun?" He then started the car and took off. Here I was with Mike's arm around me snuggled up next to him as he drove home. We reached our condo and Mike opened the door for me. I took his hand as I got out of the car. We walked arm and arm into our condo. Once inside I immediately went to turn on the TV and watch a movie. Mike suggested I use the iPod first. He said he had programmed a special song on it and he wanted me to listen to it. I put the headphones on and swayed to the soft music. My mind was a blur as I felt my body drifting in a cloud. Mike removed the headphones and I smiled at him. I reached forward and pulled his face to mine, kissing his lips and wanting to feel his tongue in my mouth. I reached down and could feel his hard member as we kissed and embraced. Mike led us to the couch and I sat next to him, continuing our battle with our lips and tongues. I broke off the kiss and told him I wanted to get comfortable. I went to the bedroom and removed my clothes, hanging the blouse and skirt up in my closet. I removed my bra, panties and pantyhose and put on a long silky nightgown. I giggled knowing Mike would love it. I brushed out my hair, put on some fresh lipstick and blew a kiss to myself in the mirror. Mike was in the living room as I sat next to him and snuggled up together watching two shemales fucking each other. I got so turned on and found myself stroking Mike's long, thick cock. He guided me down to his crotch as I licked the tip of his cock, circled the head with my tongue and expertly took him in my mouth. The movies must have made an impression on me as I licked and sucked him off. He let his wad go as I tried my best to swallow it all. He spurted on my face as I kept blowing him. After he was done he pulled me up and wiped the cum off my face with a tissue. We then kissed deeply as I shared his seed back with him. My body was hot and I needed relief. Mike had me stroke myself and masturbate as I came in less than a minute. He collected the cum in a cup and had me drink it. I didn't even flinch as I gobbled it down, licking my lips as I finished it all. I smiled at him as we shared another kiss. The evening seemed to go by and I found myself in bed. It was morning and I tried remembering the events of last night. To my amazement, Mike was lying next to me. I got goose bumps thinking that he was sleeping with me. I turned and faced him as he reached for me and hugged me. He gave me a quick kiss as he got up and showered. I lingered a few minutes feeling wonderful. This had been the best sleep I had had in a long time. My ass was sore though. I must have been sitting too long last night. I jumped up and took off my nightgown. My beautiful perky breasts stood out in all their glory as I played with the nipples (they were really breast forms that were glued to my body but I believed they were real). Mike finished showering and I got in. My legs and underarms needed touching up and I used my pink razor and gel to shave off the stubble. There, I was nice and smooth again. I washed my hair, conditioned it and used a fruity shower gel to clean my body. I stepped out and Mike handed me a soft pink towel. He put some lotion on my back as I finished applying more to my arms, legs and body. The softness of my skin pleased me. Mike handed me a silky robe as I went to the kitchen to make us some coffee. I was busy making coffee and toast when Mike came in. He hugged me and gave me a quick kiss saying he was going to the store and would be back in a few hours. I was let down but thought I could watch some TV to keep me company. The iPod played while I stared at the screen. I don't even know what I was watching when Mike came in. I jumped up and ran to him wrapping my arms around him and kissing him. He was laughing and pushing me away so he could drop off some bags. He told me he had a present for me and I got excited. He reached into a bag and pulled out a cute, short, strapless red dress. He gave it to me as I held it up against my body. I twirled a bit and showed off in front of him. He also handed me a red strapless bra, red panties and a pair of 4 inch red heels. I didn't think it was my birthday, but Mike told me it was a special day and I needed to fix myself up so we could go out for dinner. I was really excited and hugged him. My feet couldn't move fast enough to get fixed up, put my makeup on and get dressed in my new clothes. My makeup job was perfect and I found a shade of lipstick to match my dress. The bra fit perfect over my titties and the panties and pantyhose made my legs look very shapely. I pulled up the dress making sure it was in place. The frilly hem swayed as I shifted my hips. The shoes were beautiful and fit like a glove. My hair was even perfect. I'm glad I spent some time earlier blow drying it and setting it in curlers. The waves and curls framed my face and bounced as I walked. A beautiful sparkly necklace and bracelet finished my look. I chose some Chanel perfume and dabbed it all over my neck and wrists. A beautiful woman stared back at me in the mirror and I blew her a kiss as I grabbed my purse. Mike was waiting in the kitchen with a glass of champagne. Boy this must really be special. We toasted and sipped our champagne. He complimented me on how beautiful I looked and I batted my eyes at him trying to be as sexy as I could. Dinner was great and we walked along the side of the river, arm in arm after dinner. Being with Mike seemed perfect and so natural. He treated me so special too. We drove home and we made out as we watched a movie. Of course it had shemales and transsexuals as the main theme. I gave him a blowjob as we finally settled in each other's arms on the couch. Mike even fingered my ass while I was blowing him and it felt so filling. My stomach even got tickled as we played together. We finally retired as I undressed and put on a sexy babydoll nightie. We hopped in bed and kissed until we fell asleep. Mike had to work the next morning. He let me sleep in and gave me kiss before he left. I got up, showered, shaved myself, primped myself and put a light coat of makeup on to go to the pool. I put on a one piece bathing suit that showed off my body and generous tits. A wrap covered my ass as I grabbed my sunglasses and Elle magazine. Off to the pool I went. It was pretty early still and I took a lounger to sunbathe. I read the magazine still listening to my iPod. I was joined by a woman with her two kids, an elderly gentleman and a woman in her twenties. The younger woman and I started chatting and we talked about dresses, makeup, shopping, restaurants and some other stuff before she invited me to her apartment for lunch. I introduced myself as Carrie and she said her name was Margaret. We seemed to get along famously. I gladly accepted her invitation and we sauntered over to her place. After chatting over lunch, she was getting really friendly. She would walk by me and touch my shoulders, flip my hair and even bent down directly in front of me to pick up her fork. Her ass was right in my face. I was getting a little turned on from the contact and asked if I could use her toilet. I excused myself and removed my suit to sit and pee. It felt so good relieving myself and I used some tissue to wipe up. Her makeup was out and I used some of her lipstick to freshen up. I smacked my lips and could taste a fruity flavor of the lipstick. I had to get some of this fabulous lipstick. I just loved the color and taste. I rejoined Margaret in the living room. She had prepared some cocktails for us and I sat on the couch sipping the drink. Margaret sat on the couch too and near me, not at the other end. Maybe she wanted to hear me better. She sat her drink down and took mine out of my hands. She then slid up next to me and took my chin in her hands. She leaned forward as our lips touched. I sat there frozen not knowing what to do. This woman was kissing me. Mike was my boyfriend. Why would a woman want to kiss me? Margaret's kiss lingered and I felt her press her lips into mine. She parted my lips with her tongue and began exploring my mouth with her long, slender tongue. I was really getting hot now and returned her kisses with passion. We groped each other, kissed some more and Margaret lowered her top allowing me to suck on her tits. Wow, her nipples were at least a half an inch long and super hard. I nibbled on them making her moan and gasp in pleasure. She then told me to stop. I was too excited to stop but she told me she had a secret. My breathing was fast and I wanted to continue petting. Margaret took my chin again and looked me in the eyes. "Baby, I'm not a woman. I'm a pre-op transsexual. Are you mad?" Wow, now I was over the top. My dreams had come true. The movies were a huge turn on, but now I was in the arms of a real shemale. I smiled at her and told her I loved it. We then embraced and really went at it. We wound up in her room as she told me to undress. Her top was off, her panties came next and there was the cutest little dick you have ever seen pop out from it's hiding place. I lowered my suit as she looked at me puzzled. I removed the suit and out popped my tits and clitty. She put her had up to her mouth and laughed. "Looks like we're the same now aren't we?" she said. I looked at her with a confused look on my face. I was a girl, a real girl and she was a shemale. How could we be the same? Margaret laid me back on the bed and kissed me from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. She focused on my clit and licked it and sucked it getting me real hot. I saw an explosion of fireworks as my body responded to Margaret's attention. My body bucked as I climaxed, letting out a scream in ecstasy. I was playing with my tits as she licked my clit and pussy. This "girl" really knew how to make a real girl happy. Margaret laughed at me playing with my tits and told me to come over to her and suck on her cock. I couldn't move fast enough and I was on my knees sucking for all I was worth. Her cock got so big and thick and I loved the taste. Her cock was even bigger than Mike's. I sucked, licked and nibbled away as Margaret began moaning. I knew she was ready and I felt a spurt of cum release in my mouth. It wasn't much the first time, but she let another load go as I eagerly swallowed it. I loved the taste of cum but didn't know why. Margaret stroked my head as she softened. I licked her balls clean and she pulled me up to her as we embraced on the bed in a deep and sensuous kiss. She invaded my mouth with her tongue. I loved the barbell in her tongue and tried sucking on it. I felt her tits, sucking them and playing with her pierced nipples in between our kisses. I didn't know why Margaret wouldn't suck on mine. They were big and my nipples were always erect. Maybe she didn't like sucking on tits or that I didn't have and piercings. I'd have to ask her later. We slowed our session as Margaret got up and threw me a sexy bra and panties set. I slid into the panties and put the bra on like I was doing it all my life. Margaret laughed again and helped me into a short mini skirt, a low cut sexy top and a pair of 4 inch sandals. She wiped my face and put some lipstick on me telling me I was very pretty. I twisted my hair and blushed. I loved the compliment. Margaret finished dressing and putting on her makeup as I looked through all her clothes. Wow, she had a wonderful wardrobe. Margaret came up behind me and hugged me saying I could borrow anything I wanted. My skin got goose bumps as I dreamed about dressing up for Mike and being a sexy woman. I grabbed my things and headed to my apartment. Margaret followed me in as I fixed my makeup a bit, put some more color on my eyes, some more liner and mascara and was ready. Margaret was sitting on the bed giggling as I got ready. I wonder what she was giggling about. She took my hand and we left the apartment. Margaret said she would drive as we got in her car and headed out. She said she had to make a quick stop first and ran into a woman's store. She came out with two bags and off we went to our next destination. We pulled up in front of a bar. The name was new to me; I had never been here before. The name was "Fab - U - Lass". I followed Margaret as we walked in. A man came up to Margaret and kissed her on the cheek. He called her Fifi as she took my arm and led me to the back stage. There were six girls in all stages of dress putting on makeup, fixing their costumes, and strapping on the highest platform heels I had ever seen. Margaret, or Fifi, sat in front of a mirror and had me sit next to her as I watched her transform herself into a Diva. Wow, she was really beautiful. Fifi also showed me the tricks of packing and tucking giving the illusion that she was really a girl. One by one, the girls went on the stage and stripped down to only a G-string and pasties on their nipples. I watched through the curtain as the guys would hoot and holler. There were even girls in the audience, some dressed in normal clothes while other's wore dazzling gowns. It was quite a mix as one by one, the showgirls would pole dance and show off their boobs to the crowd. Fifi performed her act and got the biggest applause in the end. The girls were getting ready for the next round when I saw two of them take off their panties. My god, they had cocks too. These girls were all shemales. I was now very hot and really turned on. Fifi sensed that I was taken by the girls and told me to sit at her mirror. She wanted to fix me up a bit. I sat there as she applied some heavy makeup to my face. She even opened my blouse and put makeup on my chest around my tits. Now why would she do that? She told me she just wanted to blend in my colors. It made sense so I took off my blouse and bra as she worked more of her magic. A set of pasties were applied and covered my erect nipples. She then had me dress in a white schoolgirl blouse with no bra. Next came a thong like thing as she adjusted my "clit and pussy" in the panties telling me how pretty I was. Then came a short plaid skirt with white thigh high stockings. Fifi had me sit down as she strapped a pair of platform heels to my feet. I looked in the mirror and a school girl with pigtails stared back at me. My makeup made me look great and my ruby red lips glistened in the light. This was exciting. I thought Fifi was just having fun with me but she told me that I was on next. Oh my, she wanted me to go out there and strip like the other girls. But I was a real girl and these people liked to see shemales, not real girls. Fifi told me to relax and that this place catered to all types of girls. I had nothing to worry about. I sucked it up and walked on the stage, really trying to strut my stuff. The announcer introduced me as "Cherry" as I entered the stage. I wiggled my ass a bit, taunting the guys. This was fun as I played with the pole and slid around on the floor. Fifi yelled out to me to remove my top. I slowly unbuttoned it and finally let it fall away. I heard some laughs and giggles and then an applause erupted. I guess I was pleasing the crowd. I played with my skirt and unzipped it as it fell away. I was now basically nude on stage only in the thong, stockings and pasties. I felt a sense of satisfaction as the applause continued and I finished the dance. Grabbing my clothes, I ran off stage into the arms of Fifi. She gave me a peck on the cheek and told me how cute I was and that I could come back at any time. I was always welcome. I dressed back in my mini skirt and blouse, but this time without a bra. My chest seemed to stick out a bit more feeling very confident and wanting the world to know who I was. Fifi and I drove home as we walked into my apartment. Mike was already there wondering where I had been all day. He saw how sexy I looked and gave me a quick kiss. After introducing Fifi, or Margaret, we decided to go out for a bite to eat. I asked Margaret to join us as we held each others arm giggling like two schoolgirls. I didn't tell Mike the truth about Margaret. Maybe he would find out later. Dinner was fun as we headed back home. Margaret told me she had plans and would see me tomorrow. We shared a quick kiss as Mike stood there with a puzzled look. Margaret left and I walked up to Mike, reaching around him with my arms and attacking his mouth. The dancing, the crowd and the applause did something to me that made me turn into a hot woman. I stepped back and began stripping for him. He sat in a chair as I removed my top exposing my tits, my skirt fell away and Mike saw the little thong and the pasties. He smiled at me as I climbed onto him and ground my "pussy" into his crotch. I pulled his head into my tits and let him suck and nibble on them. After seeing how the girls played with the guys, I tried the same moves with Mike. Mike stood up with me in his arms and carried me into the bedroom where we hugged, kissed, fucked and sucked for hours. I woke to Mike kissing me goodbye. I was in bed and nude. My ass felt like I had been invaded by a huge dick and I had dried cum all over my face. I got up, put on a silky robe and looked at the mess in the mirror. My makeup was streaked, my eyes a black blur and my hair was a complete mess. Quickly I cleaned off the makeup and hopped into the shower making sure everything was nice and smooth. It felt so good letting the hot water hit my body as I felt my nice sleek body. My mind went back to the show yesterday and what a turn on it was. I got a little tickle in my stomach as I relived the moment. After drying off, I set my hair, put on my makeup and quickly dressed in a nice pink push up bra and silky white panties. A tight pink scoop necked top with the words "Sexy Lady" in silver script on the front really showed off my beautiful tits. A pair of white short shorts made my ass look great. My tanned legs looked great in the shorts as I put on a pair of strappy sandals. I was pleased with the look as I walked out to the pool. Margaret was there already as I sat next to her. "Hey girlfriend, what's up?" Margaret asked as we chatted for some time. Margaret suggested we go to a salon and get a manicure and pedicure. "After last night girlfriend, the treatments are on me." Of course I loved the idea and went with her as she changed. She loved me staring at her as she changed and even let me have a few sucks. Her cock seemed to come alive as I licked it. "No more time for that girlfriend. There will be plenty of time later." We headed off to the salon. My ass seemed to sway as we entered the salon. A few of the girls knew Margaret and kissed her. Margaret introduced me to them as we were whisked into the back room. I had never had a pedicure or manicure and just loved the attention. My toes were a beautiful frosted pink and my new half inch long nails were also layered in the same frosted pink polish. The light made them sparkly making my hands look very sleek and delicate. We chatted away throughout the process as Margaret suggested I get my hair done. Margaret looked in a few books and then showed the stylist what she had chosen. I wasn't supposed to know but would love the results. My hair was washed, conditioned, trimmed, and colored followed by an hour long process of applying tight rollers. A cotton wrap was put around my head as some smelly liquid was squirted on each roller. Next I was moved to a dryer as I sat and read a magazine, not able to hear anything around me. The stylist then checked me and told me to move to the chair. The rollers were removed and my hair was washed again. I wasn't allowed to look in the mirror as she blew dry the hair, used all sorts of forks and brushes, used a hot curling iron in certain areas and then fluffing the hair up followed by almost a can of hair spray. She stood back and smiled at me. Margaret put her hand over her mouth as I was turned to look in the mirror. My hair color had been changed to a beautiful honey blonde with contrasting highlights. My face was perfectly framed in curled tendrils and my hair seemed to flow on forever in a mass of waves. It was stunning, absolutely stunning. I felt and more importantly, looked like a model. The stylist then helped me to another chair where my makeup was tended to. I'm glad I didn't put much on this morning as the makeup artist spent the next half hour painting my face. Again, I was turned to the mirror and gasped at the beautiful creature that was staring back. Never in a million years could I do anything so beautiful. My lips were big and juicy, my colors matched perfectly with dark eye shadow accented with brown undertones. My skin looked flawless and the high cheekbones stood out. I was model material at that moment. Margaret helped me up as I posed in the mirror. The clothes just had to go. I was too beautiful not to show myself off. Next stop, the stores. Margaret had a ball trying on all sorts of clothes from sexy dresses to slinky gowns to sweater and skirt sets and even some jumpsuits. The jumpsuit really showed off my assets but didn't really go with the new look. We chose a few dresses and skirts sets. Of course, the skirts were very short and tight and the tops very revealing. The dresses all had low cut fronts that let our breast almost spill out of. We had so much fun as we collected our things. I wore a skirt and top home feeling ever so sexy in the ensemble. We got home and opened a bottle of Champagne toasting our beauty. Margaret and I were getting a little tipsy when Mike came in from work. He stopped in his tracks as he looked at me. He smiled and told me I looked gorgeous. I ran up to him and kissed him. He made me feel so wonderful with his comment and all I wanted to do was please him. He saw we were getting pretty drunk and proceed to join us. The three of us turned on a movie and drank some wore Champagne. Margaret was getting turned on watching all the shemales, transsexuals, and hermaphrodites fucking and sucking on the TV. She came over and sat between Mike and me as we began to play with her tits and make out with her. I loved her lips and our lipstick melded together as our hot lips and mouth were battling it out. Mike was sucking on her tits as he moved his hand down under her skirt. I could feel Margaret move a bit to allow him entry into her "secret" area. Margaret moaned as Mike stopped. He pulled his head back as I stopped kissing Margaret. I looked at him and smiled, nodding that I knew about Margaret. He went back to sucking her tits as he began stroking her off. Mike positioned himself in front of her on the floor as I continued my oral fixation with Margaret. She hiked her skirt up exposing her now erect cock. Mike lowered his head and began blowing her while I played with her tits and sucked face. We must have been quite a sight. We switched positions as I licked her ass, stroking her off while Mike fucked me from behind. I loved being filled with his cock. I erupted and shuddered from an orgasm. Margaret kissed me and began making out with Mike as I sat back playing with my clit and pussy. Mike then fucked her in her ass and had her clean off his cock. Now that was a total turn on for me. We straightened our clothes and washed up a bit. I overheard Mike and Margaret talking about me and how I loved getting all prettied up. I heard something that confused me though. Margaret asked, "Does she know?" Mike said no and they continued talking about some tapes and subliminal messages. I listened and all of a sudden I felt my clit grow. My hand was still playing with my clit and pussy and all of a sudden my clit grew big and thick. I was getting upset thinking something was wrong when Mike saw my dilemma and came over to me. He sat down and stroked me off as I laid back in heavenly bliss. Margaret was on the other side of me playing with my tits and kissing my neck and face. I erupted in a huge load of cum, spewing it all over my belly. Mike continued stroking me as I shot another load in the air. Margaret scooped some up and fed it too me as I eagerly sucked the cum from her hands. She took another scoop and sucked on her own fingers. The three of us just shared an unbelievable moment, but I was really fucked up now not understanding what just happened. How in the world could I shoot a load of cum? I was a girl, not a guy. Mike then said something that stopped the entire show. He said in a loud voice, "Wolpertinger". All of a sudden I stopped and looked at Margaret and then at Mike. I looked down at my tits, my cum splattered body, my silky smooth legs, my heels and then back at Mike. "What happened to me?" I asked almost crying as I spoke. Mike tried hugging me and I pushed him away. "What have you done to me? How could you?" I now was crying as Margaret tried calming me. I got up and went into the bedroom looking at the creature in the mirror. Mike and Margaret followed as I just stared ahead in disbelief. "Why would you do this? Can I change back?" A million questions kept running through my brain as I couldn't believe the person in the mirror was me. To be honest, I looked pretty, no I looked beautiful. But how could this be me. I was a guy, not a girl. Mike asked me to come into the kitchen so we could talk. I told him I would be a minute as Margaret helped clean me up and fix my clothes. We walked into the kitchen, I with some difficulty in my heels and sat down. My mannerism were like a guy's again and I sat in the chair with my legs open and my elbows on the table. Not very feminine, but I wasn't a girl. Mike explained that he had found a web site that feminized men. He told me that seeing shemales was a turn on for him so he thought he could try to see if something would work on me to make me more feminine. It was only to see if I would become more of a sissy, not go all the way. He got stuck on making me listen to tape after tape religiously and I fell deeper and deeper into being a woman. He liked the new me and the way I paid attention to him and basically couldn't stop, or didn't want to stop. Mike explained that he had me listen to tapes where I believed I had a real woman's body, pussy and all. He also fed me tapes that made me love giving blowjobs and love the taste of cum, and love eating out other women, and love taking it up the ass, and so on. He also made me into a ditzy blonde bimbo who loved to expose her body. Maybe that's why I enjoyed stripping so much and taunting the guys. Mike liked me giving him blowjobs and loved the shemale thing even though I thought I was a broad. I was disgusted thinking I blew my best friend and he had sex with me. Margaret just listened as Mike went on. Mike covered for me at work and he told everyone that I had left Houston and went home and he met a girl who moved in with him. I realized I was out of a job and that I could never show my face to these people again. My life was basically over. Mike apologized profusely, but it really didn't matter. He told me the breasts could be removed but, I would have some nasty tan lines >from all the sunning. He said he even gave me female hormones over the past few months and could see some minor changes in my skin, hips and waist. The corset and tight clothes helped create curves too. The more I heard the worse I felt. I kept glancing in the mirror seeing a gorgeous hairdo on a very pretty woman. My manicure was perfect and my clothes looked wonderful too. What in the world was I going to do? Margaret spoke first saying, "Well you know girlfriend, we both have the same equipment but my tits are real. I have an idea. You were an unbelievable hit yesterday and I'm sure you could work with me at any time. In fact I'm sure of that. So that takes care of the money problem. As for the parts is parts, well you see I still have mine although they are pretty useless after all my hormone treatments. It's obvious Mike likes you and you two are a cute couple. You'll just have to get over this ?gay' thing and accept that this IS your new life." I sat there pondering what she had just said. Mike tried speaking and I covered his mouth with my hand. My delicate, polished hand looked so pretty up to his mouth. I took a deep breath and asked what would have to be done to live as a girl. Margaret went on and on telling me about the treatments, the hormones, the laser hair removal, some facial feminization surgery, and other stuff to mold my body into a woman's. Mike just listened as Margaret seemed to lay out a course of treatment for me. I needed a drink and Mike got out some Jack Daniels. We drank the bottle down as I began to accept my new life. It was late and Margaret suggested we all retire. My mind was in overload and all I wanted to do was to go to my own bed, alone. I got up and Margaret helped me remove all my clothes. I left the breast forms on figuring I would do something with them tomorrow. She helped me put on a long silky nightgown as I slipped under the covers and was out in less than a minute. Margaret stayed there until I was asleep. I woke to the sunlight through the window. I got up, looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was still styled but needed a little work. My makeup had to come off and I removed it before I showered. The fake tits were pretty well attached and I played with them as I showered. They jiggled as I moved around just like the real thing. The warm towel felt great against my soft smooth skin. Standing in front of the mirror was the resemblance of the old me, but I had some definite curves, a wider ass, soft tanned skin with female tan lines, a head full of wavy curls, perfect skin, a beautiful manicure and pedicure and even pierced ears. It wasn't Evan standing there but someone else. I just stared and looked wondering what to do next. Well I knew I needed some clothes so I looked in my room and only found women's things. There were all sorts of bras, panties, nylons, slips, girdles, and other feminine things. Either I had shopped a lot or Mike really had set me up. I think it was the latter. I tried finding a basic cotton bra and panty set but found nothing but silky, sexy sets. I put the bra on like it was a normal thing. The panties seemed to hug my hips and fit perfectly. My fake tits fit into the bra perfectly and I put a simple white tee shirt with pink piping on. Not too much to throw anyone off, but it was the plainest thing in the drawer. My shorts were super short and exposed the cheeks of my ass. No shorts for today. I selected a pair of designer jeans and they fit like a glove. My waist seemed smaller and the jeans seemed to mold to my new curves. I put on a pair of pink sockies and a pair of pink tennis shoes. Oh well, at least they looked OK. My hair needed attention and I brushed it out and put it in a simple ponytail. I knew how to do that at least, but the new color and texture really made it look very feminine. I put on some moisturizer to keep my face soft due to all the tanning I did the past few months. I did have a great tan and the tan lines of the bikini were a dead giveaway if anyone caught me outside without a shirt. I walked into the living room and Mike and Margaret were nowhere to be found. Mike's door was still closed so I opened it a peak and saw the two of them in an embrace sleeping. Mike must have got lucky last night with his fantasy woman. I couldn't wait to jeer him about it. The coffee was finished and I sat at the table sipping the rich flavor. I couldn't believe I ever got into this situation and didn't have any plans I could think of to get out of it. My mind drifted as I tried thinking about what to do next. My head was sore from all the thinking and I stepped onto the balcony to get some air. A guy was walking be below me and said, "Hey little lady, I'm on my way to get some coffee. Would you like to join me?" All of a sudden I froze and got scared. He thought I was a girl and invited me to join him. He actually hit on me. What in the world was I going to do. I lamely excused myself and said I had plans. I quickly closed the door and saw Mike and Margaret coming out of the bedroom. Mike had on a pair of shorts and Margaret just had her panties on. Her breasts were perky and her nipples were firm and very erect. I was getting excited myself looking at her. We all sat and had more coffee as Mike woke up. Margaret was very quiet and seemed to be lost in staring at Mike. I felt like the third wheel as I watched the two of them flirt with each other. Margaret commented on how pretty I looked this morning. I did nothing to make myself pretty. What in the world was she getting at? I made some toast as we all loosened up and discussed our situation. Margaret suggested that I remove my tits and that she introduce me to one her friends, who did plastic surgery. He could get me in almost immediately and I would just love the results. Things were going a little fast and Mike seemed to like the discussion even throwing in his two cents on how good I would look. This was my body, not theirs and this was a big decision. Margaret passed on some stories about her other "girlfriends", some of which I had met the other night. They had all kinds of surgeries to look like women. Margaret told me I really didn't need much to improve my look. The biggest thing would be to get some breast implants. Here we go again. They want me to get a boob job and be totally committed to living my life as a girl. The morning flew by as Mike and Margaret got cleaned up and dressed. Mike looked pretty good in some loose shorts and a tank top. I let Margaret use my closet and she picked out the cutest halter dress. My lingerie fit her and she looked fabulous. I decided that if I looked like a girl, I may as well make myself presentable. Margaret offered to help me with some makeup and in just a few minutes my face looked great again. Mike suggested we go to a sports bar so we could watch a game. That sounded like fun and we proceeded to let our hair down, so to speak, drinking beer and enjoying the afternoon. Believe it or not I felt comfortable in the clothes and forgot how I looked. I watched some girls and mimicked their actions improving on my feminine skills. By the end of the day, I was just one of the girls. The three of us went back to our apartment. Mike and Margaret excused themselves as I sat down and watched a movie. I chose a regular sex movie with guys and girls getting it on as opposed to a movie with shemales and transsexuals. Watching a guy fuck a girl seemed to turn me on more right now. I stroked my own cock as the guy fucked her mouth and then pounded her pussy. I came in less than a minute and spewed my load on my tee shirt, panties and jeans. I quickly washed them out so I didn't leave any stain and put on a new pair of pink panties, a simple jeans skirt and lacy top that were on the chair in my room. It was so natural stepping into the skirt and zipping it up and I loved how my tits bulged out of the skimpy top. I sat back on the couch as I finished watching the movie. Margaret and Mike came out of the room about an hour later. I could tell Mike was happy and Margaret winked at me. Margaret was wearing one of my silky robes with nothing underneath. She came right next to me and sat down as close as she could. She nuzzled up against me as I stroked her leg. We watched the movie as Mike fixed some drinks for us. We all watched another movie and then I told them I needed to go to bed. So much had happened to me in the past few days that I really needed to be alone and rest. I kissed Margaret and then Mike and went to my room. I knew Mike and Margaret would probably go at it again and I wasn't in any frame of mind to participate. I stepped in front of the mirror and a very pretty girl looked back. My hand naturally went to my hip as I shifted my weight to pose. My curves were natural and my makeup and hair made me look like a real girl. The confusion was troubling. Mike wanted this and I never asked for it. Margaret loved it too. They saw me as their playtoy, but I didn't feel the part. The makeup came off fast and I slipped into a nightgown before getting under the sheets. I was used to my tits now and didn't even blink an eye when I would caress them like they were real. I fell asleep fast and woke the next day remembering a dream I had during the night. Mike and Margaret (aka Jackson and Marguerite) were married and I was their maid, Mitzy. My body was perfect and I had a real pussy and real tits. Jackson would use me as his fucktoy using a bevy of toys, dildos, and vibrators. Marguerite would enjoy raping me, leaving me begging for more. I was devoted to both of them and would do anything they wanted. Oh, by the way, Marguerite had a huge cock and Jackson had a pussy. Now wasn't that a weird dream. The dream scared me but being a real woman intrigued me. I was still kind of pissed at Mike for doing this to me but also enjoyed the look, the compliments, and just being another person. Today though, I was going to remove everything and see what was left of Evan. I removed the breast forms. Boy, were they tough to get off. I noticed my nipples were larger and my own breasts were soft and did resemble little breasts. Maybe I wore the forms too long and had a reaction. I realized I had barely shaved my face in the past few days and really couldn't see any beard although I did feel some stubble on my face. I scrubbed my face to remove any residual makeup and took out my pierced earrings. My entire body was shaven and I only had a small patch of hair above my tool. I pulled my hair back and put it in a tight ponytail like before. Even with the removal of all this stuff, my body still resembled a young girl's body. My waist was thinner, my hips were wider, my breasts were noticeable but not very big and my nipples were even larger. My face looked girlish too with fine arched eyebrows. Going back to Evan would take some work. I had also thinned over the past few months and my arms and legs looked almost delicate. My legs were smooth and didn't have the muscle form you'd see on a guy. Overall, I looked like a girl, not Evan. Mike had put all my guy clothes in the closet in boxes while I was Carrie. My old briefs basically slid off of me. The waistband didn't even stretch and they wouldn't stay up. Well scratch one thing of Evan's off the list. I chose a basic pair of panties and slipped them on. They fit perfectly in the waist and around my butt. Next came a pair of Levi's jeans. I slipped them up and the same problem occurred. The waist was ridiculously big and my butt seemed tight in the rear. No good with the jeans so maybe a pair of sweats. I found some grey sweats and tried them on. I had to really tighten the string to hold them up, but at least they worked. A golf shirt was next and it was huge on me. This shirt always was tight on me and I liked how I looked in it. Now it just hung on me and I looked like a fool wearing it. I remembered I had some old tee shirts that were smaller and found one of them in the bottom of the box. The tee shirt was dingy but at least it fit better. You could tell I was top heavy in it though. My breasts were visible through the tee shirt and my nipples were very hard rubbing against the fabric. I almost wanted to cry but told myself to give Evan a shot. Some white socks and a pair of sneakers and I was ready to be Evan again. Standing in front of the mirror was a disappointment. Instead of the old Evan staring back, I saw a youngish girl wearing clothes that were obviously too big for her. Her curves and small breasts were visible too and her thin face looked feminine. I'd still give it a try though as I joined Margaret and Mike in the living room. Mike looked at me and said, "Carrie, why are you dressed like that?" My eyes welled up with tears as Margaret came over to console me. She knew I had taken off the breast forms and tried to look like a guy. We sat down and she told me not to worry. This was a critical moment for me and I needed to work through it. Margaret and I talked for quite some time. She told me about the exact moment when she made her decision to take the plunge. We held hands as she shared more stories. I began to feel better as we talked but still had problems accepting my new life. Margaret suggested that she help me get fixed up. She was sure I would feel a lot better. Dejected on how Evan turned out, I nodded and followed her into my bedroom. Mike was still engrossed in the perverted movie and didn't pay us any attention while we talked or even while we left the room. Margaret talked the entire time she helped me transform back to Carrie. We agreed not to secure the breast forms but just insert them into the bra. Margaret also said the first thing I needed to do was to throw these things away and see her doctor friend, who would make me feel better abut myself. Margaret looked through all my things and settled on a flowery sundress. It was sleeveless and flaired at the hem allowing the skirt to flutter in the wind. Margaret also liked corsets and laced me into a beautiful pink one. The corset just helped enhance the natural curves I was developing and also helped push up the breast forms. She insisted on a pair of pink thong panties. She helped me hide my balls and tuck myself away. The thong helped keep me in place too. No nylons or stockings today, my tanned legs looked great without them. White 3" sandals complimented my outfit. My hair was next and Margaret helped blow it out and style it in a beautiful layered look. My makeup was pretty easy and in a matter of 25 minutes I was transformed back into Carrie. She selected a pair of gold hoop earrings that set off my golden hair. I swished back and forth in front of the mirror and found myself immersed back in the Carrie role. Margaret was right. I did feel better right now. Maybe this was the way it was supposed to be. Margaret turned off the lights and we rejoined Mike in the living room. He glanced up at me and a big smile spread across his face. I could tell he liked what he saw and blushed as I swished a bit and played with the hem of my skirt. He patted the seats next to him and Margaret and I sat close by as we all watched some of the movie. I could tell Mike was hard and I reached over to his cock, stroking it softly. He groaned a bit as Margaret began kissing him. I slid in front of him and helped him lower his pants and then his underwear. His cock was huge. It was bigger than I had ever seen. The next hour seemed so natural and comfortable as I sucked on his cock, licked his balls, and finally swallowed his load. We all regrouped and cleaned ourselves up a bit. Margaret suggested the two of us go for a walk. The weather was beautiful and I loved how my sundress seemed to dance in the wind. Margaret asked me if I felt better and if I had decided anything. The walk helped clear my head and I told her I decided to become Carrie forever. She hugged me and didn't stop gabbing about what had to be done, whom I had to see and on and on. We reached the apartment and I went inside alone. Margaret went back to her place and said we would talk tomorrow. Mike was fixing some food for dinner and I walked up to him and hugged him. He tipped my head up and gave me a very sweet, caring kiss. I almost melted in his arms. I told him to sit and went through my decision to be Carrie forever. Evan had been gone now for over six months and Carrie now lived on. xxxxxxxxxxxx The next few months were a blur. Margaret introduced me to a doctor friend of hers from the strip club, who would improve my look and most importantly, give me a nice set of tits. The surgery was pretty quick and my recovery was fast. I had some liposuction around my waist to remove some of the Evan fat. My new tits were huge. Margaret told the doctor to go two sizes bigger than I requested so I cold dazzle the crowd. The first time I saw them I couldn't believe how big I was but after a few weeks and with the swelling going down, I was proud of my new assets. Basically I didn't need much work on my face. I already had a thin chin, nice high cheekbones, but the doctor did give me a small lift to open up my eyes. In a month, I was released by the doctor and allowed to work. Margaret came through with her promise and I became one of the girls in the club. I was now known as "Cherry" to everyone in the place. Margaret worked with me to perfect my stripping and dancing skills and I soon became a natural at teasing the boys (and girls) as well as draw large crowds on the weekends. My tits became my biggest asset and I grew to love them. Mike's job in Houston ended that year and he quit his job so he could stay with us. The three of us moved in together and shared each other whenever the time allowed. We got a kick out of dressing up Mike at times and letting him join us in the club as our girlfriend. Sorry, we had no intentions of changing him. His cock was too much fun. Well, it's time for me to get back on stage. I felt compelled to write my thoughts and relay my experiences about how I became "Cherry" or rather Carrie. To all those who have never tried dressing up or tasted the other side of life, well take my word for it. It's a blast. Ta Ta Cherry