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I had always had trouble with women. It wasn't that I was scared, its just?what do I say? Throughout high school, I had no girlfriends. Well, I mean, I didn't really have any before then or after to speak of anyway. I would usually stare from afar, but not too much to seem creepy. There were a few that I fell in 'love' with. I can't really say that I'm in love with them, as they usually have to know me to at the very least appreciate such a jester. But, alas, nothing ever amounted to me just watching from afar. In the hoping sense, not creepy way. Around junior year, I found myself talking to this one girl. She and I would joke and laugh. I don't mean to brag, but I do have a high intelligence?though, not used very ofter?so I would talk down to her. She seemed to like it, but I found later that she only saw me as a friend. Her name was Kristy. This was also the time I finally stepped up and went into the theater program. I was on stage for my first time, and was beginning to find new friends, even some that I lost touch with after grade school. During this time is when I met Jenny. She was beautiful, funny, and sexy. She was a little 'ditzy' at times, but she purposefully did that. Throughout the play, I found out a lot about her, and during my senior year, accidentally fell in 'love' with her. For a time, I was selfish and believed that she would feel the same. But the only way I could talk to her was through letters. Each time I did, I couldn't just bluntly say, "Jenny, I love you!" I would hide it and even tell her I left a secret message. She never acknowledged them. Over time, I got past this pain of her not feeling anything. I was foolish and selfish. But, though it all, there was a third girl, who had brains, beauty, and tastes to match my own. We liked the same movies, enjoyed similar events, and were even nervous around each other. Danielle was a special girl to me. She was everything I could ask for in a woman. By the time I got my confidence to ask her out, she had gone out with someone else. I was shot down, not directly. From what I heard later, she did not like that guy, and only humored him. That gave me a backbone again, but we had already graduated. About a year later, Kristy and I would talk on the phone one every month or so?she always called, as I can't call others. Jenny moved with her best friend up to Chicago, where I hoped she would have stayed down here. Danielle also moved to Chicago to study anatomy or something. Only recently did I learn that if she had found someone here to stay with, a reason, then she would have. She loved me in the same way I did for her, but I was just too scared to tell her, and her to me. We were perfect, and now we're separated by five hundred miles. My cell phone buzzed. I picked it up and saw it was Kristy. She hasn't called in a couple months, which was normal. When I answered, it was 11 at night. By the time we finished talking, it was 4 in the morning. Before, when she called, our conversations would last anywhere from ten to forty minutes, tops. I couldn't even believe what we had talked about. She told me about a lot of her previous boyfriends, and what they did during sex. I shared my own made up stories as to push away the virgin sign from me. I was a good actor and kept myself calm and not to get over excited. Towards the end, she was simply telling me that she wanted me inside of her. She wanted me to fuck her. I was shocked! I've never had a girl talk to me so long, much less ask me to fuck them. So... We got together the following month. On the first, my actual first date, we had sex. I lost my virginity?finally! It was the most amazing ten minutes of my life. She had expected me to last longer, but I thought fast and told her it had been something near a year since I last had sex, so, I just got lost in the moment. She rolled over, satisfied?I hope?and I started my new life. Its been near seven months since we got together. When we started going out, we hit the bed like dogs in heat at least four times a week. Now, its lucky to be once a week. The decline came slowly, so I hadn't really noticed. She seemed satisfied still. For a while, I suspected her of cheating, but remembered to our five hour conversation where she told me she still would just have a fuck with a buddy every once in a while to keep things interesting. I just put it away in my mind, as I did not want to lose her. Soon, the sex dwindled down to her stroking me maybe once a week. I'd watch her use a dildo and feel jealous. Each one she had was at least eight inches. I had three when limp and six at attention. Sure, I wanted to think I was average, but it was hard competition. It was around this time that she had started to make fun of me. We did that a lot, but she was cute about it. Now, she was pointing out flaws in my masculinity. I wasn't sure why, but it didn't bother me as much as it should. I was always quick with words and responded in her flaws. This became yet another routine. It was nearing Christmas, and we'd been together some ten months. For my Christmas present, she gave me a blow job. It was also when she started to be loving to me again. From here, she upgraded our sex life to her giving me oral once or twice a week. I didn't do anything for her, as she had her dildos. She brought up one time after spitting out my load down the sink, that she didn't like my pubic hair scratching her face. That, and it kept bad odor that smelled of rotten sex?the bad kind. It didn't take much more persuasion for me to shave off my pubes, as I never really liked them anyway. About a week later, I found that my boxers were gone, and replaced by briefs. I was angry and confronted her about it. She told me that boxers were too free and made my penis and balls sag, which would make them look ugly faster. So, to solve it, she got me briefs to prevent the old age look. Kristy also informed me that I still had a few boxers to help use in transition to my briefs. To make me feel better, she gave me oral that night as a 'you're welcome' gesture. For a month, I've grown accustomed to the briefs and quite enjoy them now. At least now I didn't have my guy flopping around. She had gotten new bed sheets during the week and began to cuddle with me during the night now. However, each time, she would gently rub my body and anywhere she felt hair, she'd pull at it. Around the fifth night, I asked her why she pulled my body hair. "It's just that, I got these new satin sheets. They're sensuous and silky. It's almost erotic. Every time we're under those sheets, I just want to cuddle up next to you, feel the warmth of your body. And each time I do, I feel coarse hair that ruins the moment." I thought about what she said all week. By Saturday, I made up my mind to please her and shave my chest hair. So, that night, in bed, she rubbed my body with oils and we had a great time. Now, I know that she's bi, but she spent way too much time on my nipples. I mean, it felt kind of kinky, but that wasn't what I wanted. But after all of the rubbing, she let me spread her legs and ready the guns. Kristy reached around me to pull me in, but felt the dreaded ass hair. Immediately, I knew she was losing momentum. She began to pull and pluck it. I threw down her legs and stepped away. Kristy got up and came to my side, almost hurt. "I didn't mean to do that. It's just that I don't think men should have hair back there. Its weird and disgusting. Think of all the bits of shit that get stuck in it." "I don't want to talk about that stuff! What do you want from me? I haven't had sex with you in months and today was the first time I came that close, yet you had to find some flaw!" "I'm sorry." She pulled the puppy dog eyes, which was annoying?but at the same time cute. My anger was melting away and I was losing my own momentum. "Tell you what," she proposed, "I'll let you fuck me if I can shave your hair?" I rolled my eyes but could feel my pulsating penis jerk at the chance to get the better relief. The sex lasted near fifteen minutes, enough for her to reach orgasm at least once. I was too tired to go anywhere and fell asleep sometime after. In the morning, during my shower, Kristy got in with me and began to have fun of her own. When I finally asked what she was doing, she said she was getting her end of the deal. Instead of grabbing my razor, she grabbed one of hers. "My razor right there. Don't use that one." "You only have one razor right now. Unless you like having ass hair near your face, just sit tight and let me work." She rubbed my ass with a thick smelly shaving cream of hers, and at one point accidentally jabbed my hole with her finger. Kristy was quick to apologize and I could see she was red with embarrassment. I was too. Her skills of shaving made quick work of my hair and as I felt around my smooth features, she began shaving my legs. I pulled away immediately with a yelp. "What the fuck!?" I shouted "This was apart of our deal. Get back here, I haven't even started." "You said just the hair on my ass!" "No, I said 'hair', as in the general hair on your body. Aside from the long locks on your head and those caterpillar eyebrows, I get to shave your entire body. That was the agreement." "That's ridiculous!" "Just try it. You'll like the bed sheets even better hairless. The eroticism will be more than ever, maybe even lead to more midnight romps of sex." After another ten minutes, she was back down, shaving my legs. I had only agreed to try this once. When she finished my legs, she swiped my underarm hair, and I suddenly felt naked. My body felt much more sensitive to the warm water beating down on us. Kristy then spread this hair removal stuff all over to get the smaller hairs on my arms, chest, and back, as well as any others she had missed. By the time we returned to bed, I had less hair than she did, as she still has a heart shaped patch of hair just above her pussy. My whole body tingled with sensations I've never felt as we slipped under the silky covers. We didn't even get to having sex, because as we were cuddling and caressing, I came right there from the smoothness of our bodies. The whole experience was magical. Since I shaved my body, my clothing began to feel rough and itchy. Each night, Kristy would rub me down with lotions to keep my body healthy and smooth. She said it was no surprise my clothes felt like this, as men's clothing are mostly crap. She started by getting me new underwear, some very unusual underwear that did not have the crotch hole, or even room for my dick?not that I needed much. I noticed that the smooth material clung to every curve of my hips and butt, and it was here I realized what they were. "Women's panties! I can't wear these!" "Don't look at them like that. Think of them as softer versions of your own undies. Its not like anyone else is going to see you in them. You don't go to a gym, you don't like to swim, you don't participate in any social sports?I'm going to be the only one that knows. And you know what else? I think its sexy." "You?you do?" I felt the material again as Kristy came towards me. She rubbed my ass through the soft cotton material Those forbidden sensations flared up again. "See? Don't they just feel better?" She moved her hands around to find my erection wanting attention. Kristy just smiled as she rubbed me through the panty, slowly going to her knees. She pulled out my dick and immediately took me into her mouth. As she sucked and flicked her tongue around my penis, she massaged my ass through the soft panty. I came within in the next five seconds, filling her mouth with my sperm. After I fell onto the bed in pure ecstacy, she went and cleaned up. By the time she returned, she was a little frisky and kissed me, shooting her tongue down my throat. In this second, I realized she did not wash out her mouth! I could taste the funky spunk that I gave her! Right away, I pushed her off and told her. "Oh! Sorry, I forgot." She rushed off to the bathroom, this time gargling water and mouthwash a few times. But as I sat alone in the bedroom, I found she still had one sting of cum in her mouth that she passed to me! I almost spat it out right there, but knew she'd kill me for spitting on the rug. I rushed over to the hamper and spit, but it stayed in my mouth, near the back of my throat. I panicked, and in my panic, automatically swallowed. I froze and told myself I had already spit it out. It was gone. I did not just swallow cum. When Kristy came back, she saw my penis bunched up in the front of the panties I was wearing. "See, this looks unappealing. Let me just," she pushed my dick and balls down under me and replaced the fabric, "There! All better." When I looked down, there was still a noticeable crotch, but my penis only seemed smaller now. Throughout the next month, she swapped out my clothes for more silky type dress clothes to wear, as my others irritated my skin too much. Also, my food began to have this unusual taste. The cum I swallowed must have changed the tastes of food! Each time I took a bite of food, it had a chalky taste. But, after a while, that disappeared and I just put it away in a box in my mind, along with the rest of the more humiliating things that have happened to me. Including the time I swallowed a piece of cum. Since Kristy changed my clothing, she had gotten me more panties. They were plain, cotton, bikini style panties. She had tucked me under every morning if I were to forget. After the first few weeks, I had remembered myself. Wearing panties over my folded down dick felt weird and crowded. When I slipped and fell at work this one day, my testicles shot up into my body, above my dick! I ignored it for the rest of the day, but as soon as I got home, I talked with Kristy about it. "Remember when you were young and your balls dropped? Well, they just went back into their little holes that they came from. It's no big deal. Look, they even pop back out." When she relieved the pressure from the panties and spread my legs apart, they did pop back into place. Kristy asked me if that hurt, to which I responded that it didn't really hurt. From then on, when she tucked me in, she would push my balls up inside me, to avoid that painful incident again. A couple weeks later, Kristy was giving me a blowjob, apart of our new weekly ritual. As she was rubbing my ass, she snuck her hands underneath my panties and felt my bare flesh. I tensed up from all of this eroticism and just as I was about to cum, she popped a finger into my hole! The surprise made me cum right there! She didn't even move her finger, just left it there. But, as I came down, she slipped it out and walked away to the bathroom. I was tired and did not follow her to ask here anything. Kristy stayed in there longer than usual and did not return until after I fell asleep. The next week, she was giving me another blowjob. I was high up in the clouds, feeling tense when she slipped her finger into my hole! I had forgotten that she did that last week, and the surprise forced me to cum. As I came, she slowly moved her finger around, feeling; searching. When I was spent, she tried to get away, but I grabbed her and pulled her over to the bed. She did not really resist and laid down on top of me. "Why'd you shove your finger up my ass? What the hell?" I questioned. She responded, but forgot about the cum in her mouth, spilling some onto my face. I yelped as I pushed her off of me and wiped it off with my hands. I followed her into the bathroom and snagged toilet paper to clean up. She spit out my cum and turned back to me as she brushed her teeth. "I accidentally lost my finger in you last week, but you came just as I did it. When you didn't bring it up all week, I just assumed you liked it. You came just as I did it again this week. I know it was weird, but I had a boyfriend once that liked me to give him rim jobs. I just thought you liked it. I mean, you came so much both times, more than ever!" "That doesn't mean I liked it. You scared the shit out of me!" She finished cleaning up, then proceeded to fix my crotch. As she was down there, I felt something at the corner of my lips and naturally licked it up and swallowed when I realized it was cum! I couldn't spit it up now, but I tried getting rid of anything else in my mouth. As time passed, my balls found their new permanent home inside my body. Only when I pushed them down, would I have a normal crotch. But my penis was contorted backwards, making it hard to pull forward when peeing. After a while, I just resorted to sitting, as I wouldn't have to really fiddle around with anything. Of late, I noticed that my pants were fitting snug. I knew Kristy was giving me bigger portions of food, but I didn't think it would have affected me so quickly. When I brought it up with her, she took my measurements and went out to grab me a new pair of pants. Upon her return, she gave them to me and I tried them on. Something was still off. I asked her what it was and she said that my body was growing away from a masculine form. "See, your hips are too wide for these pants. I had a suspicion this was a problem. Here, try this pair on." She pulled out a second pair of pants and handed them to me. They were obviously women's pants. "I'm already wearing panties. I don't need to be wearing more girl clothes." "Be a man and try them on at least. Don't be such a baby. If you want comfort, these may be your style from now on." I grunted as I pulled them on. When I zipped up the back zipper, I noticed how they hugged my hips and ass. The pants were cut and morphed to fit my new structure. With my crotch held back by my panties, I looked like I had even more of a feminine crotch. It was May now, and again, something was off. Now, it was my chest that itched. Unlike before of how my shaved skin reacted to my normal clothes, my chest?mainly around the nipples?would chafe with any clothing I wore. When I finally brought it up with Kristy, she did not laugh or make cruel jokes like before. She took me seriously. She started by feeling the area, and I have to say I felt something more. "I'd hate to say this, but I do have something you can use that would help." Kristy walked into our bedroom and came back out with a camisole. It was a silky aqua colored fabric, very light. "I'm not wearing that!" I objected. "Oh, come on. You're already wearing panties and women's pants. What's one more piece of clothing going to do, huh? Just try it out. Or, you can try to live with that itch of yours." She handed me the flimsy thing. It had to be hers, as it had a lace trim all over it. I took off my shirt and put it on. Right when I put it on, I noticed a difference. It was softer and soothed my nipples. She saw my comfort and then pulled something from her back pocket. "Here! If you're going to wear the top, you have to wear the matching bottom." It was a small low-rise string bikini with loads of lace, just like the top. I was about to object, but realized how foolish it was to wear one and not the other. Taking off my pants and panties, I slipped the smoother material up my shaved legs and settled it over my distorted crotch. Kristy and I fooled around right there and ended with me cumming as she rubbed my nipples with one hand, and probed my ass with her other. My wardrobe had undergone another full change. Now, instead of my T- shirts, jeans, and boxers, or even my dress shirts, dress pants, and briefs, I had blouses, women's dress pants, and panties, varying from plain cotton to satin lace. I felt wonderful and happy nowadays. The clothing made me feel alive. But I still felt different. Kristy stopped giving me blowjobs as it was too hard for her to get my backwards penis in her mouth. Instead, she rubbed me through my panties and would probe my ass with her fingers, or give me rim jobs sometimes. She introduced me to nylons, stockings, and garter belts. I took to them quickly without resistance. This one time, after rimming me and rubbing me to climax, she handed me a thong to wear. I had never worn one, and when I put it on, if felt the thin fabric seep into my crack. It gave me a thrill of having pressure on my sensitive hole that kept me hot. I loved it and gave her the best oral I could. See, she couldn't take my penis in a long time, and within the last month she taught me how to give her oral sex. I hadn't really wanted to do it before, but as I did it each time, I found myself craving her cunt. It was sopping wet sometimes, making me dribble pre-cum like crazy, so we were both wet. Another thing about my penis, was that it wasn't getting hard anymore. I could still cum and everything, but I wasn't growing. In fact, I noticed one day that it had shrunk a half inch. I didn't really question it, as Kristy hardly ever saw it anymore, so she didn't have to know about it. Late June, I noticed I actually had a few gray hairs! I wasn't even 21 yet, and already I had some gray hairs! When I talked with Kristy about it, she suggested we visit her stylist to take care of it, as well as the many split ends I had. I wasn't really keen on keeping my hair in top condition. Sure, I took showers everyday, shampooing and conditioning it every time, but I never really brushed it, just kept it thrown back in a ponytail. Kristy made an appointment and we were off the following Thursday. I had worn my contacts, but they had torn when I tried to fix them from feeling irritation in my eyes. I didn't carry any extra, or even had my glasses. I pulled over and asked Kristy to drive the rest of the way. When we got there, I was escorted to a chair and told her I wanted my gray hairs gone and a trim to get rid of the split ends. She washed my hair out and brushed the hundreds of tangles and knots out before washing it again. The stylist then told me she was going to color my hair to get rid of the gray hairs, as pulling one out grew five more. I regrettably agreed. She used this horribly smelling product and washed it into my hair before throwing more into it. I was placed under head dryers for a while. Lucky for me, the salon was deserted around noon usually. I felt embarrassed being in here until I fell asleep. When I was woken up, she had already cut my hair and was telling me it was time to go. Kristy came over and got me up, immediately telling me my hair looked healthier. I couldn't see anything in the mirror and pretended I could, saying it was neat. We paid and left. During the car ride, I tried to fiddle with my hair, but Kristy told me to wait until we got home. It was at least a two hour drive. By the time we got home, I had taken another nap and rushed in to get my glasses and see what my hair looked like. I shrieked! "What's wrong?" "What's wrong!? I have girl hair! She dyed my hair blonde! I have brown hair, not blonde! What did she do that for!?" I felt the layers that were cut into it and felt tears well up in my eyes. "She even cut it girly." "Oh, honey, it isn't that bad. I thought you could see it at the salon." "I didn't have contacts or glasses on! I'm blind as a bat!" "I forgot. When you said you thought it was neat, I thought you knew." "But why did she dye my hair blonde?" "I guess she thought it suit you better." Over the next week, I felt my new hair seeping inside of me. I began to do the typical things people with blonde hair do. Only, I wasn't a girl. The phrase was that dumb blonde, in reference to a woman. Wasn't it? On top of that, every time I put it in a ponytail, Kristy took it out, saying I should let it breathe. She even brushed my hair, sometimes making me do it. After a while, I just started feeling this new groove fall into place, along with the many other changes that have occurred over the months. Ever since I started wearing panties, Kristy has kept me on this new diet. She says its healthy, but I find the proportions minimal. By now, however, the diet has taken effect. I was skinny before, but now I'm super skinny. Much of my body, since I don't exercise, lost its muscle, and my limbs became small and frail. My waist has shrunk to around 22 from my 30. Thee strange thing, is that my hips and ass have grown instead. Including my chest! My nipples were real itchy a while back, and I've been wearing camisoles and even nighties nowadays. When I brought up my chest fat, Kristy reacted unusual. "They're called pecs, dear," she replied. I took off my shirt and showed her. "No?pecs are what muscle men have. These are not pecs. They're chest fat. Man boobs, if you will." "That's because you don't work out. If you worked out like the muscle men, you'd have real pecs. If you don't work out, then you get man boobs." "But I've no time to work out." "So you want man boobies?" "No. Its just?" "Well, if you're going to have boobs, you may as well wear a bra." I had my back turned to her, and she quickly worked a small thin material around my chest and latched it in the back. "What? No! Take it off!" I shouted, reaching for the hooks, only to have her slap my hands away. "Until you start working out to get rid of your boobies, then you'll wear a bra." I should have put up more of a fight, but Kristy had already begun rubbing my crotch. She slowly unzipped my pants and let them fall to the ground, as she rubbed my ass. The argument of wearing a bra was fading away as I felt real surges of passion. My hands shot up to my chest, where I rubbed my nipples through the new material. This bra added a greater feeling to the excitement. Soon, I was lying on my back on the bed while Kristy probed my hole with her fingers. But she got up and walked to the closet. "No, don't stop!" "I just need to get something." "What?" She emerged with a small, thin tube. I stared at it for a second before my eyes widened in horror! "It's a vibrator. Just a baby one." "A dildo!? No! Get that away from me!" I got up from the bed, all excitement gone. "Like its any different from my fingers." "There is a difference! That's a vibrator! There for women and gay men. Do I look like I'm gay?" She pointed to something behind me. "I don't know. What do you think?" I turned around to find a mirror. Inside, I could see Kristy in the back, holding her small vibrator. In front of her stood a beautiful woman. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes, a frail body frame, small waist, big hips, pretty butt, and what looked like A cup breasts. She wore a matching pink lace bra and panty set that just brought her sexiness out. She had the smooth crotch with a wet spot near the bottom, and sex hair like no other. This was the one woman I dreamed of. This was me. I fell down and just stared at the floor in front of me. My whole mind went blank as I tried to think of what happened to me over this past relationship. I've converted to briefs, then panties, regular sheets to silk sheets, full body of hair to hairless, man cut shirts and pants to women's blouses and pants, brown hair to blonde, bulge in front to flat womanly crotch, six inches hard to one and a half inch limp, 30 waist to 22 waist, small ass to big butt, normal man chest to wearing a bra to cover my budding breasts, and I went from stone to sobbing little girl on the floor in her panties and bra. So much has happened to me! What was happening!? Why! "What's going on?" I sobbed. "I'm sorry. I guess, I kind of turned you into my girlfriend." "Y?you did what?" "It started out as a joke on you. But as I changed you, I began to like you more and more. You just never objected really. I was always able to convince you to go along with it. And soon, there you were?a woman." "But, I'm a man." She was very distant from me, pitying me. "I know what can make you feel better." She waved the vibrator in my direction. I was confused and terrified. Angry and in pain. But I wanted a different emotion. I had never been this emotional before. I nodded quietly and laid back down on the bed. Kristy lifted my legs in the air and pulled off my panties. I felt naked and didn't want to open my eyes. She inserted the vibrator and turned it on. Suddenly, I was filled with conflicting drives and emotions that I screamed and moaned. I wasn't sure of anything really. And before I knew it, I climaxed and felt my penis spewing its sperm. The second the relief was gone, I cried again. I didn't speak with Kristy for a few days. During this time, she stayed at a friends house, until I could calmly talk to her over the phone. I hadn't left the house really in a few months since my wardrobe change over. The fear kept my locked in, and the lack of sunlight left me pale. I was a pale little girl. In my depression, I dressed up like a business woman and was saddened when I only looked like a woman, not a man in women's clothing. After that, I tried to look cute and fun, only to look like a cute little girl. I even slapped on make-up and the sluttiest things I could find, and was looking at a whore. This new girlish figure seemed to make my whole body into a girl, and all of my outward appearance was turned girly. I cried myself to sleep at night, wishing I could go back and punch myself for accepting the boxers to briefs thing. When Kristy returned, she hugged and kissed me for accepting my changing body at least a little. Over the next few days, she told me everything she had planned. She told me about the hormones she snuck into my food every meal, and even painting a few of my hairs gray just to confuse me. Hell, she had told the stylist to cut and color my hair this way. Nothing was an accident. Everything was planned. I had first met this girl and believed she was incapable of planning lunch, but now see a master mind in the hiding. For my birthday, she got me electrolysis. It took a few weeks to complete, but she left me with a heart shaped hair patch above my deflated penis. I had come to some terms with looking like a woman. When I first went outside, to the shopping center, I was extremely nervous. But since no one really knew me, they just thought I was a woman, not, 'Oh, its that guy that used to come in, but now he looks gay.' Kristy even took me shopping for proper bras and other lingerie at JC Penny. She said that I had to upgrade to Victoria's Secret. Every girl has to go through the horrors of department store clothing before they can appreciate the fine quality of Victoria and other similar stores' clothing. I found out I had upgraded to a B cup, which scared me, but at the same time, I was excited. Becoming this girly was thrilling at times. My body just reacted differently than I thought I would. I even get giddy sometimes. Kristy brought back her vibrator to celebrate my birthday. I was not going to cry this time, and let her stick it into my hole. She's trying to get me to call it my pussy, which I'm starting to say every once in a while. She started slowly, pushing slowly to make sure my 'pussy' can handle it. Once all three inches were in, she turned it on, and I was sky rocketing in the sky. My whole lower body buzzed with pleasure. After a minute, I couldn't handle it and release some of my cum in its normal dripping sort of way. A few seconds later, and Kristy was crawling up next to me, leaving the vibrator in my 'pussy' and active. Because of the pleasure, my mouth was open, and Kristy put something in it. I immediately closed my lips around it and used my tongue to explore. It took just a second to find it was a dildo that had a bit of my cum on its tip. I couldn't spit it out, as Kristy strapped it around my head to keep the penis gag in place. "I'm just going to turn it on. And so are you." All of a sudden the dildo came to life, pushing forward an inch very slowly, extending towards the back of my throat. I screamed in a panic and wanted to take it off, but Kristy kept me pinned down. My muscles were too weak now to overpower her. The vibrator soon too me back into ecstasy as the dildo pumped harder. I found my self wanting the dildo. I found myself licking the dildo. I found myself loving the dildo. As my body shook with orgasm, the dildo shot its own cum into my mouth. I screamed, but Kristy softly calmed me down, and told me to swallow. The cum kept spurting as I swallowed the salty strings of cum. I sucked the penis until it was dry. Kristy removed the dildos and I laid on the bed in pure bliss. Over the next week, Kristy used larger and larger dildos, working my mouth and 'pussy' in a thorough workout. This was the first time in a long time that we had sexual play everyday. She said I was going to be rewarded. I tried my best to show her I wanted my reward. Saturday evening, I got dressed in my cute top with my flowing skirt combination, put some make-up on, and joined Kristy to a shopping venture at the mall. We weren't there a minute and two guys were hitting on us. They were big, strong men, and even if I was still my old self, they would tower over me. Kristy led me with them to grab some coffee and we paired up. She was rubbing all over her guy, while mine was trying to get me to do the same. We left the coffee shop and went to the car. Kristy sat in front with her man and immediately started sucking his cock! I was shocked until I looked over to find this guy's cock out at attention. He was huge! At least ten inches! The largest dildo Kristy used on me was only seven. Before I could act, I found his hand on the back of my head, and his cock in my mouth. I could smell his raw sex, brimming with testosterone. I've never seen another cock, much less suck a real one. But the heat from his cock, the feel of the veins pulsating, the stench of sperm and sweat, his utter dominance over me, and my girlish body was combined to make me suck his cock hard and fast. I could tell I did a great job, as he didn't last but a minute and filled my mouth with his cum. Each drop I savored in my mouth and swallowed. As I got up, little bits dribbled down my chin while he sat back exhausted. I looked ahead and noticed Kristy looking back at me with a full mouth of cum. I knew what she wanted to do. So, I leaned over and we kissed. The men shot back up and watched us make out, exchanging cum. I swallowed both loads, spilling a little on purpose to feel it seep into my cleavage. It was the most erotic experience I've ever felt and knew right there I was going to love being a cocksucker. I looked over and saw they both had hard-ons again. This was going to be a fun night. When we arrived back at our place, the two men came in with us and we ran upstairs immediately. I was pushed onto an ottoman in our bedroom and my short skirt lifted up. Kristy jumped in and said I was on my period and couldn't take anything. But my ass was there for the taking. The men seemed all the more excited as she left the room. I was scared being alone with these men. What if they find out I'm not fully a woman? Will they beat me up? Rape me harder? The first man made me suck him good until he was wet and slick. He popped out of my mouth and the second man took his place real quick. I went to work swirling my tongue around his purple head and tasting the sweet pre-cum. But I was surprised when the first man pulled aside my thong and started pushing into my 'pussy.' I was scared that I wouldn't be able to take him, but he just cooed to me. "Relax, baby. You'll find you like this more and more as the night goes on." He didn't fully insert his penis, but teased my hole for the longest time. My body went into a heat and I craved to have his cock in my 'pussy' really bad. "You gotta ask me for it!" he shouted, slapping my ass. The cock in my mouth popped out so I could speak. "I want your cock." I said sheepishly. "Louder!" he demanded. "I want your sweet cock!" "What?" "I want your big cock to fuck me! Fuck me!" I screamed. He plunged as hard as he could into me! The pain was so intense, I screamed bloody murder, only to be muffled as my mouth was filled with cock. When he filled my 'pussy' to the rim, he stopped and let me get used to his humongous size. After a time, the burning pain went away, and he started to pull out. The pain returned, but it was softer. I began to suck on this other guy's cock again, trying to distract myself. Minutes passed, and the man behind me was getting into a rhythm of pumping that started to feel good. Then it felt real good. I began pushing back to meet him as I pushed forward to suck in more of his cock. This sandwich was so sexy and intoxicating, I didn't hear the door open. I just feel a pair of hands caressing my breasts. Soon, I felt the guys' cocks tensing up and waited for their cum. Each spurt of cum was like gold, and tasted like candy. I sucked down all I could, and felt my bowels being filled with cum for the first time. My own orgasm exploded and soaked my thong panties. As he pulled out, I felt a small stream of cum dripping out of my 'pussy' and down my leg. When I opened my eyes, I saw two different guys come over and started undressing me. I screamed for help, but Kristy was there to calm me. "Don't worry, girly. These men know you're not really a woman. That's why, I said if they paid to cum on or in you, they were paying for your operation. Look how many showed up!" I looked around the room and saw at least twenty men and heard many more down the hall. I wasn't sure where they were coming from, but I was grateful for having so much support and so much cum. In no time, I was on my back, my legs on this guys shoulders and he rammed his cock into me, another man in my mouth and down my throat, two guys in each hand, multiple hands caressing my boobies, and a mess of other jacking off, spraying their cum onto me. I was the sluttiest cumdumpster I've ever known. And I loved it. I loved cum. I loved cock. I loved begin a woman. I loved Kristy.