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Not What You Expected-Consummation
By Joannebarbarella
Sometimes magic really is magic
Do you believe in magic? I do. But if you don't maybe you should not
read on.
Sandra and Liz finally finished their combination torture and pleasure
session with a few airy brushes to my face and allowed me to see what
they had done to me. They turned me to the mirror and I looked at this
woman, who I didn't recognize. I had had my brows shaped earlier and my
lips filled out with collagen and I thought that that had transformed
me.
I didn't know the meaning of the word "transformed". First, of course, I
had my very own hair. A blonde with her locks hanging past her chin and
the ends curled in to meet just above her shoulders, and a really neat
fringe half-way between her forehead and her eyebrows, peered out of the
mirror. No more wigs needed. She swung her head from side to side
testing the attachment of her hair until she was satisfied that it
wasn't going anywhere. Her eyebrows had been thinned and darkened and
the eyes beneath them framed in colours shading from silver to a dark
blue, eyes and lashes emphasized by a black liner and mascara; cheeks
glowing with a delicate blush and lips painted deep claret, so dramatic.
This woman raised her fingernails in wonder and her long nails matched
exactly the colour on her lips. Her hands looked smaller somehow and far
more elegant; a pianist's fingers. She stood up and swung her hair from
side to side, watching as it fell back into place when she stopped. She
drew in a breath and pouted, pursing those lips, those Angelina Jolie
lips.
She twirled, the black-and-white spiral patterns on her dress
complementing her face and hair. The low heels she was wearing before
had been replaced by white high-heeled strappy sandals so that she could
see her newly-painted toes.
"Ohh, my God! What have you done to me?" Her lips stretched into a
broad sensuous smile, almost splitting her face in two, radiant hardly
covered it.
"I take it you like it then?" said Sandra. "See what a pair of real
artists can do. The best in Brisbane, That's us." No false modesty
there.
Cathy was standing at my shoulder, beaming like she owned me. I basked
in the admiration, hers, mine, Liz's and Sandra's. 100% woman, that was
me, and I loved it.
Liz and Sandra looked at each other and said something under their
breath. Then Liz sort of cleared her throat.
"We're really pleased you're pleased. We don't normally give advice,
because we're beauticians, not physicians, and we see some funny things
doing house calls, but we take it you intend this to be permanent."
"Sorry, what do you mean?" I said.
"Please don't take this wrong, because you are a beautiful girl, but you
really don't intend to go back to being a man, do you?"
Oh, shit, does everybody know?
"All we're saying is you should start on electrolysis as soon as
possible. You really don't need a beard, and get rid of your Adam's
apple as soon as you can. It's not big, but if you do those two things
you will be our masterpiece....er....mistress piece, our work of art.
We'll be more than happy to work on you anytime you like."
I went to kiss them, but they wouldn't let me, didn't want to spoil
anything. I kept on looking at myself in the mirror. I wanted to kiss
everybody in the world. I felt so damn PRETTY. I wanted to dance around
the room singing that nauseating song. Nobody looking like me could
possibly be anything but a girl; a Girl; A GIRL. All the suppressed
angst from over the years disappeared. Euphoria was an understatement.
Cathy was radiating love at me and my heart was overflowing. I waved my
claret nails at everything, gesticulating, just to see them in front of
me, and looked down in wonder at my toes peeping out of my shoes,
coloured the same. I pirouetted. I danced. Oh, I was so graceful. Ginger
Rogers, eat your heart out!
I finally wound down enough for Cathy to stop me prancing and we paid
Sandra and Liz a pittance for their wizardry and they left the two of us
on our own.
I wanted to kiss Cathy too, but she wouldn't let me either. She had gone
and got our digital camera, that we found so useful in our business, and
had already taken a dozen photos of me, which we had viewed on the back
and, god, was I photogenic or not? I was BEAUTIFUL.
"I wanted to take you out tonight and show you to the world. I reckon
the world deserves to see you, too, but since I saw you when they
finished I got all possessive and selfish, and I just want you for
myself tonight. I want my own private fashion show. I want to ravish you
with my eyes first and later maybe I'll ravish you properly. She leered
lasciviously. Is that OK with you?"
"I'd love to try on a lot of the stuff we bought, and I can't think of
anything better than showing it to you. Should I make us something to
eat first?"
"Tanya, the only thing I want to eat tonight is you. Come on, I told you
I had a lovely dress for you. Let's go and get it."
We went upstairs and she got out a gorgeous fire-engine red cocktail
frock, spaghetti straps, flared skirt to mid-thigh, a sort of flamenco-
style ruffled hemline and it's going to be mine, all mine. Just seeing
it made me greedy, my presshhious! I stripped off in a hurry and put it
on, with her zipping me up at the back. It looked great. She gave me a
pair of matching four-inch sling-backs and I primped and preened and
cat-walked around the bedroom, arms akimbo, and posed while she wielded
the camera. Then I went to her and wrapped my arms around her and hugged
her.
Then I made her go downstairs again and I clip-clopped down the stair-
case, stopping on the stairs, doing all those classic movie struts, with
an arm on the banisters and a hand behind my head, one leg bent in front
of the other, etc, etc, before I went back up and changed into a little
black dress with a halter neck, and a pair of patent heels and sashayed
down the stairs again, posing as I went, to give her lots of photo
opportunities. You would not believe how feminine and gorgeous I
felt....and confident. I really was all woman. Poor Tom was gone. I had
hidden Tanya for fourteen or fifteen years and now she was out of the
closet with a vengeance and no way was she going back in.
We spent the evening with me changing into outfit after outfit and Cathy
taking pictures of me and whistling and clapping and cheering as I did
dramatic, sexy pose after dramatic sexy pose. I tell you, Marilyn had
nothing on me that night. I out-pouted her a hundred times and looked a
hundred times better. We reviewed my performance on the back of the
camera and printed the best of the bunch on the computer as we went.
There was one that I called the Scarlett O'Hara dress, emerald green and
low-cut in the bosom. It was so gorgeous. I knew I had to wear it again
as soon as I could. Some clothes don't just call out to you. They grab
you and don't let go.
After about four hours we were.....not exhausted..... but hungry for
close contact, so I stripped off once more and helped her undress too.
We put on shower-caps and she took off my face. I nearly cried but when
I saw myself with it off I could see that I still looked like a girl. We
showered slowly and sensuously. She soaped my cock with care and
attention and I really felt sexy but somehow nothing happened.
We went to bed naked and kissed and cuddled and embraced each other and
I was overwhelmed with my love for her. She could not stop stroking my
new long hair and I was reveling in it. We kissed and explored the
insides of each others' mouth. I fondled her nipples and breasts.
There are no words to describe what happened next to me and to her. I
asked at the beginning if you believed in magic. Well, now is the time
to believe or disbelieve as you will. Maybe it wasn't magic. Maybe we
were transported to an alternate reality or a universe where things were
just a little bit different. I prefer to think of it as magic.
We lay in each others' arms infused with love and all I can say is,
something TWISTED. That's not the right word, but it's as close as I can
get. I was looking into the face of my beloved and she bent her head
down to my nipples and began to suck one of them. Electric shocks went
through me. Every nerve-ending reacted to her touch. She kneaded my
breast as she sucked. My breast! Not my breast-form! My breast! How can
I describe the feeling of having your breast massaged for the very first
time? Your nipples engorging and growing and becoming as hard as stone?
I wasn't in shock, I was in ecstasy. She swapped to my other nipple and
the euphoria doubled. Then I felt her penis probing at my vagina. I
rolled her over and moved down her body until I took her tool in my
mouth. I began to lick and suck and move to make it harder and harder. I
didn't think. I knew this was what I existed for. This was what I was
born and bred to do. I wanted it to be as hard as I could make it before
it went inside me. I knew that was where it was going.
Her fingers probed my pussy and slipped inside, parting my lips and
spreading them. The sensations were....well.....sensational. I got
wetter and wetter. The feeling intensified. I couldn't stop the spasms
of my body as I came and came, shuddering and shaking as those fingers
roused me, juices spurting. My mind began to shut down. Instinct took
over as the primal feelings became the dominant factor.
Then she rolled on top of me, her penis like a rock, and, with my last
remaining sentience, I steered it into my vagina, where it belonged. I
was going to consume it. She pierced me to the quintessence of my being.
There was no more thought. I just wanted that wonderful implement inside
me, deeper and deeper, thrusting and thrusting, forever and forever. My
internal muscles reached out and pulled it into the centre of my body,
into my soul, my core. It seemed to expand and fill me and I wrapped
myself around it. My legs too wrapped around her body, pulling her
inwards. I thought I would split but I contained it and although it
swelled and swelled, somehow I was in control, and then it sort of
surged and released its contents and my body sucked it up like a vacuum
cleaner, the sperm travelling up my canal to my womb. I could feel it.
I knew I would bear her a child and my being, my soul, shouted in joy. I
relaxed and I went to sleep with her inside me still, so happy.
I woke up the next morning and she wasn't inside me. I didn't have
breasts or a vagina any more, and she didn't have a cock, but I knew I
hadn't been dreaming. At first I could have cried, but then I reflected
on my memories. Maybe I had seen the future. Years later, when I really
was a woman, I knew that what I experienced that night was the genuine
thing.
I got up and surveyed myself in the mirror. Yes, my body was male,
inasmuch as I had a penis, but something was different. It wasn't
masculine. It was feminine, female. My face and hair, of course, was a
girl's, but I knew that my transition had already begun. When I moved I
was a woman. All my mannerisms, female. My fate was sealed, not in any
bad way, but how I had always longed for it to be.
While I watched I could see my limbs, my arms and legs, change, not
physically, but they became a girl's limbs somehow smoother and less
muscled, elegant. My neck seemed to lengthen and become more slender,
all in the way I perceived myself, of course.
Catherine came up behind me and saw that she too was a woman. Her hand
went to her groin, as if to check what was there. She circled my waist
with her arms. I swiveled and returned her embrace. We looked at each
other and my mind entwined with hers.
"I love you," we said.
Tanya and Cathy promise to return.
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