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Andrew Watkins sat scrunched up in the far corner of the couch with his feet tucked beneath him. His grandfather sat a cushion over. Sadie's date, John, was wearing a tuxedo and looking uncomfortable. The burly teenager shifted his weight in the den's only chair. There was a discomfiting silence between the three males that filled the room. The oldest among them tried to loosen things up. "Women are always like this. They love to make ya wait on 'em," Don Culvert forced a chuckle. "Yeah, um, yes sir." John Brower mumbled. His eyes darted back and forth, but looked at nothing in particular. This was his first meeting with his prom date's grandparents and the high school senior was unsure of what to do or say. Andrew bit his lower lip and pulled a throw pillow tighter to his chest. The pale redhead was only fifteen and incapable of handling the awkward situation any better. He could feel the palpable tension coming off his granddad and his sister's date. It made him feel sick inside. What happened next only made him feel worse. While the three males looked at the television, the walls, and everything but each other, Andrew's grandmother, Raylene, came down the hallway chattering away. The gray-haired woman stepped into the den and immediately, as if driven by some unseen cue, her husband and John Brower rose to their feet. Andrew remained seated but put his bare feet on the floor and scooted up on his cushion in anticipation. "Here she is," Raylene said with lilting histrionics as if she was announcing this year's Miss America. That was when Andrew's big sister, Sadie, stepped into view for the first time wearing her new prom dress. The ivory-skinned redhead was literally stuffed into a skintight, blue velvet, formal gown. The cerulean dress looked, literally, two sizes too small. It hugged every curve of her voluptuous figure as if it was painted on. The pushup bodice had a deep, plunging neckline that created two heaping mounds of tit punctuated by a long line of cleavage. Sadie's humongous breasts were shoved upwards towards her throat and thrust outwards like hovering flesh blimps. Her bulging boobs wobbled conspicuously with even her slightest movements. The form-fitting gown clung to her Rubenesque lower torso and accentuated her wide hips and immense, protruding buttocks. A slit in the ankle-length skirt revealed a single, shapely leg. The lily white beauty was perched atop blue velvet, four inch high-heels strapped to her delicate feet. Sadie's face was festooned with a thick layer of evening makeup. Dark crimson coated her lips. Heavy liner rimmed her black eyes. Thick mascara was caked onto her long lashes. She had painted the nails on her fingers and toes to match her lips. Her bright, orange hair was swept into an elegant up-do. As she stood there glowing with an alluring shimmer, the dazzling girl seemed to surmount every ray of light in the room. Sadie looked like a delicious dick-stiffing piece of candy. Don Culvert stood staring slack-jawed at his seventeen year old granddaughter. His brown eyes were popping out of his head. Garbled sounds were involuntarily coming out of his mouth. Sadie's date stared at her catatonically, an erection uncomfortably hung up in the confines of his boxer-briefs. John Brower thought that he should say something, but he couldn't seem to make his mouth work. Raylene smiled at Sadie with unabashed pride. The fact that her granddaughter looked like a living wet dream, like the embodiment of jerk-off fodder, seemed lost on the woman. But, it was not lost on Andrew. The overwhelming appearance of his sister made a pit of jealousy well up inside the fifteen year old. He, too, stared bug-eyed at the redheaded bombshell. But, he did so with the heartbreaking knowledge that he would never achieve her level of staggering proportions that could devastate a whole room. He watched as John started to affix the corsage he bought to her offered bodice. But, eyeballing her bulging bosoms, he quickly balked and instead attached it to her slight wrist. Sadie smiled with gracious amusement at her obviously flabbergasted suitor. She pinned a matching corsage to his lapel and Raylene snapped a ton of photos of the couple. Don and John stumbled and mumbled around like a couple of deer caught in the headlights. Well, Sadie's headlights anyway... Andrew stood unobtrusively off to one side. He knew that as soon as he was alone in the house, he'd try on that gorgeous dress. He only wished that he could fill it up with big, feminine curves the way his sister did. Later that night, he'd twist his own tiny nipples and masturbate dreaming about what it must be like to be built like Sadie. ----------------- It was a beautiful Friday afternoon in late summer. Gary Pinker put the last suitcase in the trunk of his Lexus sedan and closed the lid with a thud. He looked up at the sunny blue sky and smiled. The temperature was unseasonably mild for this time of year but still quite warm, perfect for a weekend trip down to Denham Springs. The middle- aged man took a deep breath of fresh air and climbed the short steps into his house before traveling down the hallway towards the master bedroom. There, he found his girly-boy lover, Andrew Watkins, seated upon the bed wearing a blue t-shirt and a pair of thong panties. One bare foot was tucked beneath the teen's groin. The outline of his tiny penis and balls was visible in the thin feminine underwear. His other leg was bent with his knee up. The pale skin of his exposed legs was like ivory. Pinker smiled at the sight of the young redhead peering into the mirrored compact in his hand. The boy was applying the final touches of cosmetics to his face. It impressed Pinker how quickly Andrew became adept at putting on makeup. The boy hadn't slathered on the war paint for their trip. He wore just the right amount for a cute young woman out on holiday. When he saw his boyfriend, Andrew looked up at the man with doe-like black eyes. A demure close-lipped smile pursed up on his lips like Cathy Moriarty in 'Raging Bull.' "Do you like," the teen asked softly. "Oh, yeah," the older male stated emphatically. "When we get to the hotel, I'm gonna show you just how much." He indicated the erection tenting his khaki shorts. "Is all that for me," Andrew cooed with the skill of a seductress. "Every inch of it," Pinker replied. "But, we better wait 'til we get to the hotel. You about ready?" "Yes. Are you going to log me into Presto?" "Sure. You gonna wear a bra?" "I already have one on. See..." With that, Andrew lifted his t-shirt to expose the heavy-duty brassiere underneath. It was not a pretty bra. The shoulder straps were extra wide and stretchy. The giant cups were made of thick fabric and reinforced by bulky underwire. This was not a bra meant to be worn for fashion. This was a bra designed to confine and support extremely large breasts. The fact that this young boy would soon need it gave Pinker a thrill. "This isn't one you bought me. It's Sadie's. Obviously," Andrew explained. "I wonder if she ever notices that her bras keep vanishing and then mysteriously reappear." "I wonder what she's gonna say when she finds out that her little brother can fill 'em up," Pinker laughed. "You ready to pump up the volume?" "Always." The logging on to the Presto-Chango website was brief but always filled Pinker with an exhilarating sense of anticipation. He loved to watch the boy's scrawny body inflate. When he finally hit the "ENTER" button, the fun began. Andrew's body shuddered and his face contorted with pleasure as if the teen were having an orgasm. Pinker knew from experience that the expressions were the same. The teenager's male genitals receded and were replaced by a prominent camel toe. Her skinny body became fleshy and voluptuous. The girly-boy's breasts, hips, and ass blew up like someone had hooked her up to an airhose. Her dull ginger hair grew long and vibrant orange. Skinny male Andrew had gone through a dramatic metamorphosis and become curvaceous female Anndi. As the intoxicating effects of her transformation wore off, the plump girl ran her hands over her newly pumped up curves. "I love how this feels," she sighed. The fully transformed girl lifted her top and began mindlessly adjusting her now massive breasts in the cups of her bra. Pinker chuckled at the instinctive feminine act. Anndi smiled up at him with that cute tight-lipped grin and lowered her top back into place. She looked so delicious with nothing but her t-shirt and thong panties on. Her boyfriend couldn't resist giving the redhead a firm smack on her enormous bare buttock, causing it to wobble visibly. "Get a move on, buns," he laughed. "We're burnin' daylight. I swear, you get more like a born woman every day!" "I AM a woman," Anndi cooed. She bounced on her heels and made her giant buttcheeks jiggle, then sashayed her rotund backside across the room where she wriggled into a pair of denim shorts. She relished having a great big ass. It felt so... normal. "You better stop that or I'm gonna bend you over and fuck ya right here," Pinker warned. "And..." She gave him a challenging look that also indicated she was extremely pleased with herself. "We gotta hit the road, sweet cheeks. But, you got a fuckin' coming. Believe that!" ----------------- The road trip was a load of fun for both of them. Pinker let Anndi pick the radio stations and got a kick out of her renditions of her favorite songs. She wasn't too bad a singer, either. The redhead knew all the lyrics and bobbed her head in time with the music, her bright ponytail swishing behind her. She was turned sideways in the passenger seat to face her beau. Her legs were bare and shapely. Her naked little feet were lovely. A pair of black flip-flops were discarded in the floorboard. Whenever he took her out in public, it made her feel more like a woman than when they were alone. It was showing the world that he was proud of her and there was no discernable difference between her and a born female. Pinker listened to Anndi complain about her bra being uncomfortable, which was nothing new. But when they stopped for gas, she wanted to go in for snacks and Gary was glad she had worn one. The place was packed with truckers and the curvy redhead drew enough attention as it was. He wasn't sure she was ready for the kind of furor her bralessness could incite. Back out on the interstate, Anndi leaned towards her old little league coach and placed her hand on his thigh. It was so hairy and muscular that she swooned. He glanced over with his coal black eyes and smiled at her. It was a warm, loving smile which she tenderly returned. The way Coach looked at her made her feel like a little boy again. Only this time with gigantic buns and tits. As she looked out at the scenic horizon, Anndi became keenly aware that she was now everything she ever wanted to be. She was an attractive girl and extraordinarily built, the spitting image of her older sister. Plus, she was loved and adored by the man of her dreams. What more could a girly-boy want? After driving for another hour, they rounded a large curve in the freeway and came out from between two mountains. The sprawling city of Denham Springs appeared like Brigadoon in the valley before them. It was an old city built in the 1800's around the hot mineral springs reputed to have fantastic medicinal powers. During Prohibition, the Chicago Mob converted the town into a gambling and prostitution Mecca. It still boasted several nightclubs, casinos, and fine restaurants. Anndi was excited. She had never been on a romantic getaway before. The thought of being wined and dined, then fucked all weekend made her areolas crinkle with desire and her pussy moisten. The erotic sensations of her overinflated female body kept the transformed former male perpetually horny. Anndi was always ready for sex. "What's the name of the hotel we're staying at," she asked. "The Barrington," Pinker informed her. He liked her natural inquisitiveness. There was something boyish about it. And, the lingering masculinity in her psyche was what made dating a girly-boy so beguiling to him. You were dating a girl. Fucking a girl. But, a residual part of her would always be a boy that knew he was getting dicked. "And you say mobsters used to stay there?" "Yeah, all the biggies. Capone. Lucky Luciano. Bugsy Siegel. You may get fucked in a bed where Al Capone screwed a hooker!" "Ew! I hope they've changed the mattresses since then," she crinkled her face in mock disgust. "Oh, I'm sure they have," Pinker laughed. "But, what they also have is one of the premier steakhouses in the world right inside the hotel. So this evening, you can get 'dolled up' and I'll treat you to a fine, candlelight dinner." "Umm. I can't wait!" She leaned across the center console and snuggled up against him. "I love you, Slugger," he whispered and kissed her cheek. "I love you, too, Coach," she answered softly. ----------------- Anndi loved this. Getting ready to go out for a formal dinner was a brand new experience for the recently feminized girl. Her hands and body were trembling with excitement. Her heart beat rapidly beneath her pendulous breasts. Her lover had given her a small fortune's worth of female accoutrements and she planned on rewarding him thoroughly. By the end of the night, she'd give him his money's worth. She rubbed her dark crimson lips together and stepped back from the mirror. Her makeup was heavy, meant to be worn during the night. She had matched these dark, dramatic cosmetics to a memory burned into her mind. All her nails were painted deep red like her lips. The results of her handiwork were quite satisfactory. Pretty fuckin' hot, if she could say so herself. The teen was beyond pleased. She opened the wooden jewelry box on the bathroom vanity and retrieved an expensive pearl necklace. It took her a few tries before she successfully got the clamp fastened around her neck. The exquisite jewelry looked stylish and classy. It made her feel like a high-priced call girl. She liked feeling that way. Like a woman. And, the look was perfect for Denham Springs. Her pearl drop earrings came in a set with the necklace. And, her hair heightened the effect she was going for. Anndi had received an instruction video on hairstyles and spent many an hour practicing on herself up at the farm. For this occasion, she stacked her vivid orange locks on the crown of her head and used a curling iron to create loose ringlets that cascaded down her neck and framed her painted face. It wasn't a professional grade hair style, but it was close for an amateur. Excellent for someone who began the summer a boy! The buoyantly bodied teen wobbled and bounced into the master bedroom of the luxurious suite her boyfriend had rented for them. "Boing. Boing. Boing," she droned vacuously in cadence with her springy flesh. Her lack of outward expression belied her inner arousal. Anndi was enraptured by the quaking of her giant ass and the swaying of her huge, meaty tits. The naked teen might have begun fingering herself right then if there were not greater pleasures assured her that night. She wanted it doggy style up the butt very badly. She loved her humongous boobs slapping together beneath her as Coach pounded her giant ass with his big mule dick. His penis was so much bigger than her little teeny weeny. She lived to be stuffed full of it. The feeling of running her hands over freshly shaven legs was exhilarating. She giggled and wondered if she had the guts to go without panties. "Why not," she thought. This recently transformed, she wouldn't have to worry about a period and her genitals were also shaved clean so she wouldn't be dropping pubes. As a matter of fact, the redhead had never experienced a period. Anndi had never remained female long enough to incur that particular event. The teen decided immediately to fess up to her family about her little gender-bending adventures and that she wanted to remain a woman forever. No matter what their reaction would be, the emboldened teen resolved to let the chips fall where they may. She was in a gambling town, after all. With supreme delight, Anndi took her sister's old prom dress out of the motel closet. Sadie had boxed up the gown with some old clothes, so Raylene could put them up for consignment. But, Andrew had immediately commandeered the coveted garment. He did it so deftly, neither of them were the wiser. As she eagerly slid into the blue velvet gown she found it extremely tight. The pretty redhead had to exert some effort to cram her ample body into the dress. She ended up with the feeling of being ten pounds of sausage in a five pound sack. It made her giggle. She did a little comic dance while looking at herself in the full length mirrors that made up the closet doors in the bedroom. "Boom! Boom-bah, boom! Boom-bah, ba-da-da-da-da-da-boom!" Her heaping bosoms bulged out of the deep neckline and it looked both sexy and funny to shake them. Her massive knockers sure made a lot of cleavage as the pushup bodice shoved them towards her neck. The slit skirt on the velvet gown showed a substantial amount of one leg and accentuated her broad hips and protruding buttocks. She contemplated putting on a thong so she didn't inadvertently treat somebody to an upshot. But, after sitting on the bed and twisting and contorting for the mirrors, she thought she could pull off going bare beaver. Plus, she knew Coach would get turned on by that when he found out later. She put on a pearl bracelet that completed the jewelry set then strapped on her sister's blue velvet, four inch high-heels that she'd nabbed along with the dress. Anndi sprayed a dash of perfume between her breasts then on her neck and wrists before turning to examine her work in the long mirrors. She teeter tottered on her high-heels which made her bulging boobs wobble considerably. "Boing. Boing. Boing," she giggled. Her reflection in the full length mirrors took her breath away. The finished product of her efforts filled her with pride and a sense of deep satisfaction. She shimmered like a girl. Like a call-girl. The lily white beauty did, indeed, look like a high-priced hooker. Coach was going to flip. Anndi scooped up her new cell phone and shot him a text. 'im ready' ----------------- She heard the sound of traffic climbing up the seven floors from the boulevard and invading the open windows of their suite. Anndi blinked her black eyes open. Indirect sunlight filled the bedroom. She could smell the warm air mixing with her perfume and the masculine aftershave of her lover. Her arm was draped over his chest as she lay on her side snuggled next to him. Her massively developed breasts smooshed against him like big blobs. He was still asleep. She lay still for awhile and listened to his low breathing. Anndi gave her lover a small kiss on his muscular shoulder and gently slipped out of bed. It took her a moment to catch her balance on unsteady legs. Their lovemaking last night had been extremely strenuous. Coach had gotten his money's worth, alright. The young redhead felt like a washrag that had been wrung out. She'd gotten it up the butt doggy style like she had wanted. Her anus was sore and greasy. She loved it. Candlelight dinner in the Barrington Ballroom had been overwhelmingly romantic. Coach had gotten dressed in the other room and waited in the hotel bar for her to get 'dolled up.' He'd been extremely patient. When he came back upstairs, he was so dashing in his dark suit that it made her blush. His reaction to her appearance was everything she had hoped it would be. He could have banged her right there and she would not have cared. But, she was glad he waited. He was so chivalrous and gallant. He held her chair for her when she sat down and cradled her hand all throughout the evening. They even got out on the floor and did a slow dance. His strong arms around her body made Anndi melt. The way he looked at her was enchanting. She had wanted a man to look at her like that her whole life and was overjoyed that it was ultimately him. Her little league baseball coach had taken her virginity and become her lover. He was a man that she had always adored. Now, as a young woman, she was bonded to him in every way. There was nothing she wouldn't do for him. She was all his for the taking. Anndi wobbled naked into the bathroom where she sat down to pee. Her broad buttocks practically enveloped the toilet seat. The little things about being a woman thrilled her almost as much as the big things. Squatting to take a piss felt so much more natural to her than standing there with a dork in her hand. And, she was a girl who loved dorks. Well, Coach's anyway. She just preferred a dork in her rather than on her. As she emptied her bladder, the thought of going back to being a male made her shudder. Before she flushed the toilet, she decided that would never happen again. ----------------- "You're gonna cause quite a stir if you go out like that. You know that, don't you?" Gary Pinker stood looking at his teenaged girlfriend and shaking his head bemusedly. The plump girly-boy had chosen to wear skimpy clothing that did little to conceal her remarkably voluptuous figure. Her huge breasts were packed into a meager purple tube top that was barely a covering for her humongous areolas. Her thick nipples protruded from the thin fabric like ripened grapes. At any second, her hefty mammaries were in danger of completely falling out of the overmatched garment. The black cotton shorts she wore looked a couple of sizes too small as the gigantic globes of her ass spilled out the bottom like half-moons. Her delicate feet were clad in black flip-flops. Her nails were still decorated with blood red polish from the night before. The fresh-faced girl had her carrot colored hair swept up in a ponytail and fastened with a scrunchie. She looked like a blow-up sex doll. Anndi's dark eyes stared up at the man with youthful naivet?. "If Sadie can go out like this. I should be able to." "Do you really think you're ready," he chuckled. "Sadie's been a girl her whole life. She's used to people staring at her and men wanting to get in her pants. I just wanna make sure you're prepared for all the attention you're gonna get." "You're worried about me," she cooed delightedly. "That means you love me!" Of course, I love you. That's why I wanna make sure you're ready for such a big step." They'd gone on a few convenience store runs up by the farm, but the Denham Springs getaway was her first extended foray into the real world as a female. She had already noticed that there was a drastically different way that people behaved towards her when she was a girl. Everyone treated her more delicately, even to the point of seeming a bit intimidated. It was like they handled her with kid gloves. Men, especially, reacted to her differently. They were way nicer. That's for sure. And, without fail, they always glanced at her chest. She noticed that men passing by would sometimes nod 'hello' while glancing at her boobs. So, she just pretended that her boobs were nodding 'hi' back. It gave her a giggle. "I love you, too," she said, slipping her arms around his waist and pressing her fleshy body against him. She instantly felt his dick stiffening against her. "I'm a big girl. If my sister can handle dressing like this, then I can too." "Well then," he grinned. "I'll grab my wallet and the room key, if you're ready to hit the town." "I'm ready." Her orange ponytail bobbed as she nodded. Down in the lobby, the curvaceous girly-boy realized why her boyfriend had been so concerned about her being ready to go out dressed so provocatively. Anndi had seen her sister, Sadie, snap heads around with her exposed body. However, it was a far different thing to be on the receiving end of such overwhelming attention. Every person within sight of the former male focused on her jiggling body with laser like intensity. Some stared with appreciation. Others in disgust. But, no one could ignore her outrageous spectacle. Andrew Watkins had always felt invisible, especially next to his scantily clad sister. Anndi Watkins was extremely visible with her own boobs and buttocks hanging out for the world to see. She realized that dressed this way, there was no just blending in. There was no place to hide. That fact was never as evident as when, every few steps, the motion of her heavy breasts caused the skimpy tube top to fall downward from utter strain. Anndi had to continuously pull her top back up to keep her humongous nipples from flopping into view. The recurring need stirred contrasting feelings of self-consciousness and arousal within her. But, most importantly, it made her feel like a woman. Out on the broad avenue in front of the Barrington, the day was absolutely beautiful. The sun was shining and the street was bustling with traffic, both automobile and pedestrian. The hotel was located at the far end of a town square with wide tree- lined sidewalks and storefronts all around. Denham Springs had a large congregation of aging hippies and young pseudo-hippies who had moved there for the relaxed social mores and thriving art scene. On this picturesque weekend, they were out in force. Painters and musicians were gathered around the benches dotting the square. All were happy to take donations to their financial 'cause.' Some of the painters would do a quick portrait of a tourist willing to pay a small fee. As they walked hand-in-hand along the avenue, Anndi did not receive near the amount of interest she had inside the hotel. Sure, there was some occasional leering. Usually from other tourists. But for the most part, all she garnered were a few appreciative glances that seemed, in some way, downright friendly. She began to lose all apprehensiveness about her scantily clad appearance and began to revel in flaunting her exceptional curves. She held her head high and enjoyed the sensations of her quaking flesh. Her bulbous ass and stiff nipples were bobbling up and down with every step. Anndi liked being nearly naked in public on such a pretty day. Pinker was relieved that no one seemed to blink at the obvious age difference between him and the much younger girl at his side. It rather surprised him that he'd been concerned about such a thing. But, Denham Springs was a lot like Las Vegas. It was a town where anything goes, and usually does. He released Anndi's hand and wrapped his arm around her ivory shoulders. He was beyond pleased when she eagerly snuggled up to him. This was the first time he'd been out in public with her for an extended period, as well. He'd been a little nervous that maybe she wouldn't be so keen on his affections in public as she had been when they were alone. But, all that anxiety was rapidly melting away. "Hey, you want a malt, Slugger," Pinker asked when he spotted a little dairy stand. "You used to buy those for the team after we won a game," Anndi smiled her cute little close-mouthed grin. "I haven't had one of those in years!" "Well you're fixing to have one now!" They ambled over to the dairy stand and Pinker paid for a couple of malteds. He jokingly leered at his teen girlfriend when she wrapped her lips around the straw and had to suck on it with some effort to extract a mouthful of the frozen drink. Her dark eyes looked up at him and she grinned when she realized what he was thinking. "You are so bad," she teased, licking away a smidgen of white cream from between her lips. "Am I?" "Not really," she replied, shaking her orange ponytail. They explored some of the shops along the square. Coach bought Anndi a fringed leather purse she went gaga over. He cherished every feminine trait the 'born boy' displayed. It made the older man feel great to see her so happy in her chosen gender. "What are you wanting for lunch," he inquired. "It's getting about that time. Are you hungry?" "I'm getting there," his girlfriend answered. "But, I want something light if we're going to have a big dinner. Maybe a turkey sandwich or a BLT." "A sandwich sounds good," Pinker mused. "I'll introduce you to Tommy's down on Garland. It's just a few blocks from here." In the middle of their short walk, the couple came upon the old Center Street Theater, a national historic site and one of the first motion picture theaters in the state. It had been lovingly restored to its original splendor. The single screen movie house showed a different classic film each week. The marquee overhead proudly proclaimed that this week's presentation was the Steven Spielberg thriller, 'Jaws.' "Oh, can we see a movie," Anndi beseeched. "I've never seen 'Jaws.' And, I bet it'll be awesome on a big screen." "You've never seen 'Jaws,'" her lover marveled before considering her age. "Well, I guess that's not hard to understand. We'll grab lunch and then see if they have like a one or two o'clock showing." "Cool beans," the redhead smiled happily. It was at that moment her dark eyes wandered just past the entrance of the old theater and she erupted with sudden emotion. "Oh! They've got a horsey!" The redhead was giggling with jubilation as she pulled her boyfriend over to a coin-operated horse for kids to ride. It was hand-painted gray with a white mane and a black saddle. It's finish was chipped and worn from exposure to the elements and years of use. "Sadie and I used to ride these when we were little," Anndi sighed. "Do you have any quarters? I want just one ride before we go." The Rubenesque redhead was hugging her giant breasts while bouncing and twisting on her heels as she pleaded with her lover for money to indulge her childhood nostalgia. Pinker couldn't resist his companion's adolescent allure. She was young and bubbly and full of life. Anndi blended the intoxicating mixture of cuteness and sensuality in the delightful way that only a teen poised at the beginning of womanhood is truly able. It was a trait his girly-boy lover shared with 'born girls' her age. Anndi's new womanly curves and recently awakened sexuality were every bit as novel and thrilling to her as they were to other girls her age who had been born with a vagina. The excitement of each new titillating adventure made them shimmer with vivaciousness. Andrew Watkins' former little league coach felt his dick began to stiffen in his pants. The older man was putty in her hands. "Umm... sure," Pinker mumbled as he fished around in his pockets for the fifty cents needed to start the machine. He located the four bits and nodded towards the wooden steed. "Hop on up there, Slugger." Gleefully, Anndi kicked off her flip-flops and climbed barefoot onto the low platform that served as a base for the ride. She hiked her chubby leg up and over the saddle and mounted the gray horse with the enthusiasm of a child on her birthday. The black saddle was obviously not meant for such a beefy backside. The teen's rotund buttocks engulfed the small seat and projected outwards dramatically. She eagerly bounced up and down on her giant ass before Pinker even had a chance to insert his money into the coin slot. "You ready," he asked before putting in the last quarter. "I'm ready," she yelped, grabbing hold of the black hand grips affixed to the horse's mouth. "And, they're off!" The man dropped the final coin into the slot and the gray steed began rocking at a brisk even pace. The mounted redhead squealed with delight as her vagina plopped repeatedly against the kinetic machine. "I'm a cowgirl!" As the nearly naked teen sat astride the bucking horse, a small crowd of onlookers began to gather around her. At first they stood a few yards away, but quickly began to press closer to the jiggling girl. Anndi was elated to be on top of the bounding pony. She was giggling joyously. Her bulging buttcheeks shook like crazy as she stimulated her genitals by pounding them down onto the wooden saddle. The black shorts she wore crept further up her ass crack, exposing even more of her quaking buttocks. She had to keep pulling up her tube top as the wobbling of her mammoth mammaries threatened to expose her nipples at any moment. She could feel her ponytail swishing from side to side as her little painted toes twisted in the black stirrups. The crowd around her quickly grew to over a dozen men and a handful of women. Many were snapping photos. They were either leering or laughing at the bizarre exhibition. But when the ride ended and Pinker informed his disappointed girlfriend that he was all out of quarters, coins came from all directions as the mass of spectators offered up tribute to the redheaded jiggle queen. In seconds, the girl was back to pleasuring herself atop her stallion. The amount of movement her body produced was astounding as her gigantic ass and massive tits slammed up and down. Most of the men watching her were trying to conceal their stiff penises. Coach Pinker included. Even the teen's bare feet were tantalizing and provocative as she galloped along. The throng of people gathered around her grew even larger. The third time the wooden pony was activated beneath her, Anndi felt her body surging towards an imminent orgasm. Her gaze grew vacant as her pussy pounded against the hard saddle again and again and goaded her engorged clitoris. Her eyes met her boyfriend's with the dull, lolling look of a semi-conscious bovine. She had abandoned keeping her top up and now the upper thirds of her huge crinkling areolas were peeking over the purple garment. Her oversized jutting nipples teasingly promised to pop out and stood as a powerful testimony to the redhead's extremely aroused state, much to her male admirers' glee. Surprisingly, her boyfriend was not troubled by the other males gawking at his girlfriend and her scandalous display. And, the reason was not simply the Presto-Chango rule about exclusive membership dating. No, there was something primitive occurring here. It dawned on him that there was a final transformation taking place within his lover. One that would cement the bond between them. Gary Pinker had always appreciated that girly-boys who used the Presto- Chango Dating Service were unique and fascinating creatures. Now, he understood why. The vast majority had been wash-outs as males, which gave people the wrong impression that they were born losers. When in reality, their lives had been hamstrung by the masculine gender forced upon them by a cruel twist of fate. Their physical bodies were a debilitating handicap that produced relentless conflict with their inner selves. What they longed for was to surrender to their softer, more nurturing natures. They dreamed of being powerfully attractive women who, through the allure of their submissive feminine charms, could beguile and obtain true dominant males to bolster the traits in which they were deficient. And in turn, they could bring to those men a sensitive, emotional balance. These girly-boys had spirits that exemplified the female archetype. They would instinctively mate with only strong alpha males to complete the primordial equation- and exclude all others. Andrew Watkins was no exception. Pinker glanced around at the guys ogling his woman. There was one who he thought might rival him as a man. But, Pinker was confident in his own supremacy. The rest of them were just regular Joes who would normally have to pay a lot more than fifty cents for the type of entertainment his young Miss Watkins was providing. They reminded him of a pack of monkeys that sat around and jacked-off while watching the alpha male of the tribe impregnate all the desirable females. He was the dominant male of this group. And, the little monkeys could look all they wanted. But, he was going to be the one shooting baby juice into this horny female. On a base level, Anndi knew it too. As her lifeless eyes stared out at Coach, the other males gawking at her voluptuous body were nothing to her. They were insignificant other than to serve the purpose of making her feel sexy. He was who she wanted. Her only craving was for his potent sperm. A crude voice hollered from amongst the crowd. "Ride it, cowgirl!" Anndi saw a smile spread luridly across Coach's lips. Her throbbing clit could take no more. As her jutting backside slammed down onto the wooden saddle once again, a wave of orgasm shocked through her body like a jolt of electricity. She gripped the hand pegs with all her might. Her ponytailed head flew back. She shut her black eyes tightly and her features contorted. Her knees dug into the sides of the gray pony while her tiny naked feet pawed into the stirrups on the saddle. She felt her muscles grow stiff even as her fleshy body continued to jiggle. Her rotund backside ground into the hard seat as she stimulated her aching twat. The redhead's stupendous bosoms thrust outwards. To the crowd's delight, her embattled tube top finally lost the war as Anndi's thick, pink nipples popped into view like overgrown turkey- timers. "Turkey's done!" A female wit sang out and solicited a few chuckles from the gathering. Mercifully, the bucking steed came to a slow stop. The trembling teen almost collapsed atop it. She was breathing so heavily, she sounded like she was about to pass out. Pinker stepped forwards and took Anndi by the hand. He helped the girl climb down from the low platform. Her legs were so unsteady that she almost fell. He caught her and she leaned against his muscular body to keep her balance. She was woozy and her eyes were having trouble focusing. But, she did notice that her giant areolas and stiff nipples were exposed for all the world to see. Numbly, Anndi pulled her purple tube top over her impressive endowments with a shaking hand. Her humongous breasts smooshed upwards as she did. "Shows over folks! Thanks for watching... have a great afternoon!" Pinker was hustling her away from the crowd and ushering her down the sidewalk. Some guys tried to walk up and talk to Anndi but all she could manage was a slurred, "Thank you." The couple walked a short distance arm in arm. Anndi mindlessly used her free hand to dig the small black shorts from the crack of her fat white ass. She was regaining her bearings and became aware of the hot pavement beneath her feet. She realized that Coach was carrying her shoes and her new purse. "Can I have my flip-flops," she droned blankly. "Sure." She took the sandals and dropped them to the ground before sliding them onto her pretty feet. "I'm really hungry," Anndi whimpered. "And, I need to sit down." Her pussy felt all spent and mooshy. She loved being a girl.