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Spending time at the club as a girl did wonders for my confidence. Guys
were checking me out, dancing with me, buying me drinks, and giving me
their phone numbers. I was never very popular as a boy, but as a girl,
I was the center of attention! I liked the feeling. As Stacy and I
left the club, I put a little extra swish in my walk. The doorman, the
one who had let me in without an ID, extended an arm as I walked out and
wrapped it around my waist, pulling me toward him. Instead of feeling
panicked, it was fun! I laughed and looked into his eyes as he put his
arms around me and said, "You come back real soon, Sugar!" Without
thinking, I raised my face toward his and gave him a quick kiss. It
felt natural. I was a girl, and he was a nice man, so I kissed him. He
was still undressing me with his eyes as we walked to the car.
Stacy said that we had one more stop before the night was over. Before
long, she pulled the car into the parking lot of the restaurant where we
both worked! This was too much. It was one thing to go to a club where
no one knew me, but she wanted me to go into my workplace, among people
that I knew, dressed up completely as a girl! What would people think?
"We have to go in. Marco is working tonight," she said, and I
remembered that Marco hadn't seen me fully feminized yet. We walked in
the front door, and everyone said hi to Stacy. No one recognized me,
and she introduced me as her friend Joanne from school. Our manager,
Helen, was a nice woman in her mid-thirties, and her eyes lingered on me
for a few moments before Stacy asked if we could go back into the
kitchen. Helen said that non-employees couldn't go into the back, but
she let Stacy go. The next thing I knew, Stacy had left and I was
standing there alone in front of my boss, dressed like a girl!
"That's a lovely outfit, Joanne," said Helen, and I thanked her.
"Where do you know Stacy from?" she asked, and I stammered that we had a
couple of classes together. Suddenly, Helen broke into a smile and
said, "It's okay, Joe, no one except your close friends would ever
know." For a moment, all the confidence that I had gained at the club
vanished and I felt silly standing there in front of my boss. I figured
she would be angry, maybe even fire me, but instead, she gave me a hug!
"You really do look pretty! Don't take this the wrong way, but you make
a much more attractive girl than a boy." That took me aback for a
moment, but I realized that it was a compliment, and I had been trying
very hard to look pretty. I smiled and thanked her.
"You obviously do this very well. Do you plan to dress this way all the
time?" Dressing as a woman full time was the farthest thing from my
mind and I told her so. "That's a shame," she said. "I just had two of
my waitresses quit and I could use some experienced help. You know,
with tips, working as a waitress would pay a lot more than you're making
now."
Things were turning upside down again. I had only just begun to
experience presenting myself to the world as a female, and now my boss
was actually offering me the opportunity to dress like a girl every day,
and getting a raise in the bargain! How would I work it? I would have
to go to class, come home and transform myself, then go to work. As
exciting as the idea was, it just seemed like too much and I told her
so.
"I understand. Well, as good as you look, you should dress up more
often. It will get easier for you as time goes on. If you're ever
interested, let me know and we'll see what we can work out." She gave
me another hug, and I suddenly felt a huge sense of relief that Helen,
who I liked and respected (and who I depended on for a paycheck,) was so
completely accepting of my dressing up. That little pang of male guilt
that had been kicking around in the back of my mind got much smaller.
Helen left, and I turned toward the kitchen to see if I could find Stacy
and ran right into the big chest of...well...I guess I could say it
now...the big chest of my boyfriend, Marco.
"Damn, girl. You could cause a riot," he said. "You are smokin' hot!
Turn around and let me look at you!" I gave him a slow, smooth, twirl,
giving him an extra long look at my backside. As I turned back to face
him, he was right there close in front of me, and he bent down, put his
hands under my buttcheeks, and lifted me up until we were face to face.
My arms went around his neck, and we shared a long, lingering kiss, I
could feel his stiffness as he held me against him, and it wasn't until
we heard Helen clear her throat that we realized what we were doing in a
public place. Not very professional...
"I'm off in an hour," he said, and I told him that I would wait for him
at home. As Stacy dove me back over to my place, my mind was a whirl of
thoughts and sensations. I had passed myself off as a girl, and with
only one exception, no one could tell the difference. And the one
person who did figure it out had just offered me a job as a girl! I had
felt what it was like to go outside in public wearing panties,
stockings, a slip, bra, and a dress, with my face made up and my hair
styled femininely. And I had succeeded! I was much more popular as a
girl. Part of me still felt guilty, but I knew this wouldn't be the
last time I went out as a girl. Oh, and there was one more thing on my
mind...my 6 foot 4 inch black boyfriend was coming over to my place in
an hour to have sex with me...
Stacy dropped me off at my apartment and I went inside. I touched up my
makeup, spritzed on a little more perfume, and thought about the night I
had just had and the days to come. Maybe Helen was right. I knew that
I was going to go clubbing again as a girl, and in time, I would get
better at transforming myself into a female. Maybe being a waitress
would work. I thought a lot about Marco. There was a lot to like
there. He was smart, funny, and gentle. He was a year ahead of me in
school, majoring in chemical engineering. He was cute, too... no...
handsome. He was tall and well built, with a small waist and a tight
little bubble butt. He had strong, sinewy arms and legs, and he had one
of those six packs that only black guys seem to be able to get. He had
a handsome face, full lips... I was thinking about those lips when the
doorbell rang. I opened the door and there he was, looking devastating
in tight jeans and a tight white tee shirt that accented his smooth
black skin.
"Hey, baby," he said with a smile, and I closed and locked the door
behind him and we were alone. He picked me up again, just like he had
at the restaurant, cupping his hands under my buttocks. I put my arms
around his neck, and he effortlessly lifted me up to his level. I
wrapped my nylon covered legs around his torso and we just kissed. His
tongue tickled my lips, and I opened up enough to allow him entrance,
and our tongues intertwined slowly and passionately. I kissed his
neck, his ears, and nibbled on his earlobes. I ran my fingers through
his hair. Marco carried me to the couch and sat down, leaving me
sitting on his lap facing him. After several minutes of kissing, he
asked me to tell him about my night.
I told him everything that had happened. From Stacy bringing a suitcase
full of new wardrobe and getting rid of all my boy's underthings, to
visiting the salon and getting my hair done and having my ears pierced,
to dressing up in nylon and lace, then putting on feminine outerwear,
all leading up to going outside into the world as a woman for the first
time. I told him everything about the club. I even pulled out all the
phone numbers that guys had given me. He laughed good-naturedly about
all the phone numbers, and that's when I realized something about why I
liked Marco so much. He wasn't jealous at all.
It wasn't arrogance on his part, he was just...confident. He knew he
looked good. I'm sure he got plenty of offers from all kinds of women.
It was funny that out of all those women, I was the one he wanted. Wow,
there was a profound thought...the woman that Marco wanted was me. We
kissed some more, and I had him pull off his shirt so I could run my
manicured hands over his strong, luscious chest. We didn't hurry. We
just enjoyed each other's close presence, but eventually, I wanted more.
I slid off Marco and got on to my knees on the floor in front of him. I
unfastened his jeans, and he lifted up his hips as I slid them down his
long legs. He was in front of me in just a pair of boxer briefs, the
outline of his huge weapon outlined in his underwear. I gently hooked
my fingers around the waistband of his briefs, fascinated by the
contrast of my small, delicate hands with red-painted nails against his
dark, muscled, ever-so-masculine torso.
I pulled down his briefs and his cock sprang into view. That little
guilty voice in my head cried out as I realized that I was on my knees
in a submissive, absolutely feminine position, about to take a cock into
my mouth just like a woman. That guilty voice was still there, but it
was overwhelmed by everything that had happened that night. I wanted to
be a woman tonight. I wanted to be Marco's woman. I wanted to use my
hands, mouth, and bottom to give him pleasure. I wanted him to fill me
up with his masculine seed and feel it swimming around inside me.
I leaned forward toward his crotch and smelled that familiar musky aroma
of maleness. I nuzzled against his ball sack and slowly inhaled the
heady essence. Marco's hand gently came to rest on my cheek, stroking
me as I licked and nibbled at his manhood. I took took his cock in my
hand and licked all the way up the underside, then back down one side,
then up the other. Marco was silent, just breathing deeply and stroking
me with his big hand. Finally, I was ready to get my mouth full.
I ran my tongue up the side of his cock, pursed my painted lips into a
little cocksucking "o" and slowly went down on him. Marco groaned in
pleasure. I went as far as I could, trying to get as much of his cock
into my mouth as I could, only getting about halfway down. I knew I
would have to work on that. I wanted to be able to take him all the way
down my throat. If I was going to be a cocksucker, I wanted to be good
at it.
Marco didn't have any complaints for now, though, as I bobbed my head up
and down, swirling my tongue all around the shaft and head of his cock
as I sucked. It felt so nasty to have my lips wrapped around another
man's big cock, to feel the delicate velvety skin of the shaft between
my lips and the hardness underneath. I could see lipstick on his shaft.
My lipstick. On his cock. I was breathing deeply, but not panting. It
was all so unhurried. I was just enjoying...sucking Marco's big dick.
His big, muscled thighs were on either side of my head as I took him
into me. They were warm and firm. It made me feel secure somehow.
As I knelt on the floor in front of him, the hem of my dress tickled the
back of my nyloned legs. I could feel my lace-trimmed panties gently
cupping my bottom and my insignificant, irrelevant little manhood. I
ran my hands along Marco's thighs, up his torso, and over his chest.
Then he took one of my hands and kissed it all over. I rested my hand
on his shoulder and went lower and lower onto his cock, bringing the
head all the way to the back of my throat. I wanted it to go all the
way in! I wanted my lips to go all the way down his shaft until my lips
rested against the pubic hair there at the base of his shaft.
After awhile, with practice, I could get a little over half of his cock
in my mouth, and I was learning to relax my throat and fight my gag
reflex. I knew that if I practiced, I could learn to deepthroat even a
big cock like Marco's. I has a feeling Marco was willing to let me
practice as much as I wanted. He started rhythmically thrusting his
hips upward, and I knew what was coming. I pursed my lips around his
shaft and bobbed my head up and down his shaft.
Marco's breathing quickened, and his hands went to my shoulders, his
fingers twitching. His hips began thrusting harder, and he let out
little, "oh...oh's!" as I prepared myself to take him inside me.
Suddenly, he stiffened and I felt him swell inside my mouth. The first
jet coated the back of my throat and I surprised myself by eagerly
swallowing. It tasted salty and musky. I was tasting a man's maleness,
just like women had done since the beginning of time. I swallowed the
second and third pulses from his cock. They were getting smaller now,
and I was getting dizzy from the smell and the taste of him.
Marco held tightly onto my head, pressing my face into his crotch. God,
I wanted this! I knew that I was going to feel guilty about this
tomorrow morning, but right now, all I wanted was to have his cum inside
me. Cum that I had gotten from him by using my mouth. Marco's thrusts
weakened, slowed, then stopped as I sucked the last drops of cum out of
his cock. When I pulled my pursed lips up the last time, his cock was
clean as a whistle, except for a few lipstick stains. I had swallowed
every drop. Now Marco's sperm was swimming around inside me. Marco let
out a long sigh, and chuckled. I smiled up at him and laughed, more in
delight that we could bring each other so much pleasure than anything
else. I got up and got him a beer, then snuggled up next to him on the
couch. I knew he wasn't done for the night yet, but I figured he would
need a little time to recover.
We snuggled a little more. Kissed a little more. He told me how cute I
was and what a world class cocksucker I was. A couple of weeks ago,
that would have been an insult, but now, wearing a dress and lingerie,
with a man's sperm irrevocably deposited inside me, it sounded like the
highest praise. We talked about all kinds of things, not just my
adventures in crossdressing and wanton gay debauchery. After a few more
minutes, I told him that I wanted to "slip into something a little more
comfortable" (I had always wanted to say that to a man!) and went back
into the bedroom to change.
My lipstick was a mess, but otherwise, I was still surprisingly
presentable. I slipped out of my beautiful new dress and hung it in the
closet next to my pants and shirts. "The first of many..." I thought to
myself as I hung it up. Would dresses outnumber the pants before long?
I stood in front of the mirror and took off my slip. Standing there in
a white bra, garter belt and panties, with beige stockings sheathing my
smooth legs, I again marveled at how much the visit to the salon and a
little makeup had made me look like a woman.
I took everything off except my panties, then went to the dresser to see
just what Stacy had left for me. Among the assorted slips, camisoles,
panties, and stockings, I found a little sheer black babydoll nightie
with lace trim around the bodice and hem. It was apparently part of a
set, because I found a matching pair of sheer, black, lace-trimmed brief
panties and a pair of black stay up stockings in there, too. Oh well, I
had shamelessly flirted with men all night and sucked off my boyfriend;
I supposed that black lingerie was appropriate.
I went into the bathroom and touched up my makeup. When I fluffed my
hair, I was surprised at how naturally it fluffed to become more full,
bouncy and curly. They had done a good job at the salon. It was going
to take some effort to make my hair look like it was on the "male side
of unisex," but I wasn't worried about that right now. I drew a tube of
lipstick over my lips and put a dab of perfume on the sides of my neck,
on the back of my knees, and just for fun, on the inside of the cheeks
of my bottom. Then I picked up those naughty sheer black panties. I
never got tired of pointing my toes and inserting them into the leg
openings of a pair of panties, then drawing the cool, delicate, slippery
fabric up my smooth, hairless legs, the lace tickling as they came up to
my waist, the fabric snuggling against my bottom and concealing my
insignificant little maleness in a feminine, lacy little cocoon. I
rolled the stockings into little donuts and put my painted toes through,
pulling them up my legs and feeling the soft, gentle caress of the
nylon. The nightie was next. It had a built-in padded bra (Stacy
thought of everything!) and frilly little lace ruffles around the
shoulders, neckline, and hem. The hem fell about three inches below my
waist, so you could easily see the bottom of my panties peeking out. I
was ready.
I stepped out of the bathroom and went into the living room to find that
Marco wasn't there. Nor in the kitchen. Smiling, I went into the
bedroom and found a tall, ebony god laying on my bed completely naked.
I sashayed over to the bed but before he let me get in beside him, he
made me do another slow turn. (I think he really liked looking at my
butt.) I lay down next to him and his arms went around me. His huge
chest was against mine, and we kissed again. It was long, slow, and
unhurried. His big legs and thighs lay against mine, and I teased him
by stroking his calves with my nylon covered feet. He got up a told me
to lay on my tummy.
I thought I knew what was coming next, but instead of feeling him lay
down on top of me, he got onto the bed right beside me and started
massaging my legs, bottom, and back. It was heavenly! Big, strong,
manly hands, kneaded my muscles and deeply relaxed me. His hands
lingered around my bottom, and before too long, he began to pull down my
panties. I raised my hips to make it easier, and once they were
removed, he spread my legs, knelt between them, and began kneading my
buns, drawing them apart, working his thumbs closer and closer to my
little pucker. Then I felt him kissing me back there! It was so
sensuous! He kneaded and massaged my buns and kissed and nibbled all
over my backside until all at once, I felt his breath, then his tongue
touch my opening. The feeling was electric! Not like having a finger
there, or even a cock. His tongue was wet and slippery, and I gasped as
he pushed against me, seeking entrance. At that moment, he could have
done anything to me and I would have asked for more. All my masculine
pretenses crumbled as I pushed my butt back toward him, wanting more of
the feeling of his naughty little tongue inside me.
He chuckled and said, "Well, well, it looks like we found Joanne's 'on
switch.'" I was past caring as I thrust myself back toward him,
relishing the feel of his tongue invading me. I was gasping for breath,
and even my little penis was rock hard. Marco kept at it for several
minutes until I couldn't take any more. I wanted his cock inside me! I
turned over onto my back and put my legs on his shoulders. He leaned
forward, applied some lube to his cock, and brought the tip of his penis
to my opening. Slowly, he increased the pressure, seeking entrance. He
made short little thrusts, slowly relaxing me until I felt myself
yielding, opening up to his manhood.
Ever so slowly, he kept a constant, gentle pressure on me and in one
agonizingly long, unbearably slow movement, buried his entire length
inside of me. With every inch, I felt my masculinity slipping away.
There was only a sense of sweet, delicate surrender, of giving myself to
this man, allowing him to use me for his pleasure. This was where I
wanted to be, on my back, with a big strong man taking his pleasure by
using my body. Marco stayed buried to the hilt for a long time, letting
me get used to the feeling of him being inside me, then he slowly drew
back, and gently, slowly thrust into me again. Each entry of his huge
cock battered down what little was left of my manhood.
He was passionately taking possession of me, and I wanted to be his! I
could feel his strong arms around me, and he leaned down and kissed me,
his tongue invading my mouth as his cock was invading my innermost
depths. Over and over, he thrust into me, quicker now, and my arms went
around his torso, feeling how big and massive his body was. Feeling his
strong, manly body that was joined to mine. My legs wrapped around him
and I squeezed, trying to work him deeper and deeper into me. I had
never been so turned on! His hard abs were rubbing against my little
penis, adding to the almost unbearable stimulation I was already
feeling.
He kept into me for what seemed like forever, and just as I felt like I
was about to come, his movements became more jerky and spasmodic. He
thrust into me harder and harder, ravishing me, and I could feel myself
starting to come. Just as I did, I felt him flooding my bowels. He
held himself tight against me, getting the maximum penetration into my
body. I could feel the looseness around his cock as he lubricated me
from the inside. He held there, tight against me for a few seconds,
then relaxed and collapsed on top of me.
I lay there completely spent. We were both exhausted. His sweat
dripped down from his face, his neck, and his broad shoulders on to me.
I held him tight against me, tasting his sweat, and I could feel his
masculinity softening, still inside of me. I wanted it to stay there
forever, but I knew that it would be back soon enough. We held each
other a little while longer, then he withdrew from me and rolled over,
completely exhausted, onto the bed. He held my hand to his lips and
kissed it. I got up from the bed, went to the bathroom, inserted a
tampon into my pussy, and took a long, lingering bath.
My persistent guilt was trying hard to make a comeback, but it was hard
to pay much attention after all that had just happened. As I lay in the
tub, I thought that maybe Helen had the right idea. I'd have to talk to
her about being a waitress tomorrow, just to see how it might work.
After my bath, I toweled off and looked at myself without makeup. The
"boy" version of me was back, barely, but I knew that I could change
into Joanne whenever I wanted. I slipped into a pink nightie, climbed
into bed, and cuddled up next to Marco. He rolled toward me, put a big
arm around me, kissed my neck, and fell back to sleep. Tomorrow was
Saturday. I didn't set the alarm.
Thanks to all for the kind comments! More to come!
copyright 2010 Aunt Joanne
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