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The journal of Chris Cotterson, September 3
I realize now that something is going on, and I need to write it all
down. Right now I'm still a little shaken up from what happened this
morning, but I need to rewind about two weeks and make sure that I get
everything in from the beginning. Whatever it is that's happening, it's
not normal and I have no frame of reference whatsoever.
So about two weeks ago we were having sex, which we do at least once a
day. We're lucky to have a relationship in which both the guy and the
girl really like sex, and we both find ways to keep from getting bored.
And honestly, even plain old missionary sex can be amazing between us. I
really am lucky. Chlo? and I met during literally the last week of our
senior year at college. I was pulling my U-Haul up to the curb, and her
parents' minivan was parked there. As we were moving things out of our
crappy little student apartments, we started talking, and I kept waiting
for her parents to show up until I realized that she was borrowing the
van. It was halfway loaded when I got there, and I took it as a good sign
that she started helping me carry my own boxes when she had finished
packing. The conversation continued through dinner and neither of us
wanted to have to actually get back to the point where we needed to turn
the key in the ignition and drive off. When I finally had to bring up
future plans, expecting a beautiful little evening to come crashing right
back to earth, we found out that we were both planning a move to the same
city, me to work at a nonprofit, her to start grad school in cellular
biology. We burned up cell phone minutes on the three-day drive, and by
the time we got to town there was no question that we would move in
together. It's been almost five years and it feels like just yesterday,
and at the same time, it feels like it's been that way forever.
But anyway, we were having sex and there was something just a little off.
Usually she and I are a perfect fit. My length is just enough that when
I'm all the way inside her up to the base of my shaft, the head of my
cock is just barely brushing her cervix--not so hard that it makes her
uncomfortable, just enough that she can feel it, and it turns her on.
Certain positions are better than others. But this time, I was all the
way inside her and she noticed that she couldn't feel me that way.
Usually that's not something that I pay as much attention to, so I didn't
notice. She mentioned it afterwards, but I didn't really think about it
then. That must have been the start of everything, though, or at least
close to it.
The next day we had sex in the morning just after waking up. One of my
favorite times to do it, when you're still halfway asleep and you can
really flow and not let any of your inhibitions get in the way. Mornings
have always been some of the hottest sex we've had. I brushed her tousled
hair off her face just a few inches from mine and cupped her breast with
my hand, and my other hand moved down on her body and found her pussy,
already warm and wet. We moved energetically and it felt animal and raw
and powerful. After an amazing climax we both lay there sweating and
grinning sleepily. I had almost fallen back asleep when she told me that
it had happened again. Even though I had been pushed completely inside
her as far as I could go, she hadn't been able to feel me against her
cervix. I wondered whether she was just worried or imagining things, but
I was still kind of horny so I didn't even say a word, I just gave her a
deep kiss and we went straight at it again.
This time I tried consciously to push myself in as deeply as possible. I
was thrusting long and slowly, feeling how wet she was and loving how
good she was at hugging my shaft in the base of her vagina as I slid
inside her. I pushed myself as deep as I could go and held myself there,
and then I looked down at her. She must have seen my unspoken question,
because she said "it's not there, baby." I think at that point both of us
were too turned on to worry much; we just kind of shrugged our shoulders,
abandoned ourselves and slipped back into the hazy half-sleepy sex and
ended up having a long, slow, beautiful hour.
But for the next week it was this little nagging thought in both our
minds, and we tried multiple different positions, but she was never able
to feel me. We weren't really concerned, just a little baffled. I
wondered whether it had something to do with her period approaching, and
she started thinking about our diets and the amount of sleep I was
getting. We talked about it a little, trying to figure out what could
have been the cause. But it didn't really seem like a big deal until
today.
This morning she woke up first. I came out of a dream to find her hand
clasped around my completely hard dick, her tongue at the base and just
starting to lick upward. For five minutes she brought me just up to the
edge of orgasm and I was so ready to be inside her (and I think she was
ready to have me inside her as well). I didn't go down on her, I just lay
back and she straddled me and rubbed her clit up and down my cock, which
was still slick with her saliva. She reached down and guided it back and
up, inside her soft inner lips, and began to move her hips back and down.
Then her face changed, and she rose straight up on her knees. I asked her
what was wrong, but she was exploring herself with her hand and she
definitely didn't like what she found, because her mouth opened and she
breathed in sharply.
At that point I was really worried too. She said, "I can't put my finger
inside. I can't--what's--where is--" and she took one long inhalation,
then let out with a loud sob and collapsed onto my chest. We stayed like
that for a long time. She cried until she wore herself out, and then we
cuddled and dozed off. Actually she dozed off and I stayed awake, calm
outside but with a racing mind. I still hadn't felt her with my own
fingers, and I was trying to understand exactly what she'd been saying.
When she woke up, she seemed much calmer. She explored herself again and
said that it hadn't been painful, that she had lowered herself onto me
with quite a bit of her weight and that had hurt some, but mostly it had
just shocked the hell out of her. She took my hand then, and guided it
down between her pussy lips. My finger slipped between her outer folds,
and then her inner folds, (she winced a little bit at that; she was dry
down there at this point) and right where the opening should have been,
there was just a little puckered indentation, just slightly soft but
definitely solid flesh.
September 12
The past week has been the strangest of my life, without a doubt. She's
definitely freaked out by her vagina closing up, or disappearing, or
whatever happened. But at the same time, we both still have a strong sex
drive, and she is actually initiating more often than I am. I'm not sure
about it most times, because she just went through such a big change, but
I think it comforts her, both to know that she can still climax, and just
because it's naturally relaxing. Obviously sex is different now. A lot
different. First of all, she doesn't have any lubrication. Oral is
easiest; going down on her is almost the same as before. I can even push
my tongue inside her inner lips and suck on them, and her clit is still
just as sensitive, and I can keep her wet with my mouth. It's kind of
strange not tasting her anymore, but it's not a huge turn-off. She still
has spasms in the area of her vagina, or where it used to be, when she
orgasms. Another way we can do it, which is more helpful for me, is that
I can rub my head against her lips and her clit, first moistened by
saliva, and then by precum. It's almost like normal sex. Kind of reminds
me of some of the stuff I did with girls in high school. We got some lube
jelly and that makes things even easier. When she climbs on top, she can
put her pussy lips around my shaft and slide up and down, and both of us
can get off pretty easily.
The other strange thing about last week was that she didn't want to go to
any doctor--not her OBGYN, not her regular doctor. I can understand the
regular doctor, but I really didn't get why she didn't go straightaway to
the specialist. The only thing I can figure is that it's such a private
thing, probably the most intimate contact anybody has with a doctor, and
the change that she just experienced was unsettling and profoundly
personal, even more than having a doctor you only see a few times a year
stick a piece of equipment up inside you. So I think she just couldn't
get her head around the idea of any kind of vulnerable exposure at that
point.
September 14
Chlo? and I go well together in lots of ways: intellectually,
spiritually, emotionally. But our physical connection is a big part of
our relationship too. We have amazing chemistry. I'm 6 feet tall,
athletic and kind of skinny. Kind of a basketball player's body, a true
ectomorph with not much of an ass to speak of, though to make up for it
the front of my torso is pretty nice--trim and firm, without being
ripped, all the way from my pubes up to my pecs, which have just enough
meat give Chlo? something to hang onto. I have short, curly red hair and
a short beard, blue eyes and quite a few freckles. Now, Chlo?, she
specializes in curves: her face, her ass, her breasts. I don't like
skinny girls. She's not plump, she's just beautifully rounded and soft.
She stands about 5'4" and her hips and ass are somewhere between Latina
and jogger girl. One of my favorite things about girls, the curve from
the middle of the hips in to a narrower waist--some girls have too much,
and other girls are hipless. Hers is a perfect happy medium. Her breasts
are a D cup, full and soft, with areolae about 2 inches across. She's one
quarter Indian, so she has light brown skin, brown hair and brown eyes.
Sexually we are really turned on by each other. I love the way she looks
naked, all the curves of her body. I just want to have my hands all over
her and especially between her legs, cradling her pussy. She loves my
shape, my height, and my cock which she wants in her hand or in her mouth
whenever we're in bed.
Speaking of my dick, this morning I had an unpleasant discovery.
I'm not as long as I was. I woke up this morning with a pretty standard
erection and stumbled to the bathroom. Sometimes when my dick is really
hard it's easier to sit down to pee, and I have to sit as far back as I
can but the head still hits the cold porcelain just under the lid at the
front. Today I sat down but my dick was hardly even under the seat. It
was noticeable but it was just not something that could sink into my
brain. I went back to bed to cuddle with Chlo?, and she went down on me
and got me hard again, licking and sucking my cock until I was standing
straight up. Then she hesitated just a second, and I could tell that she
was debating whether to say something. And then she said that she thought
maybe my dick was shorter than it used to be.
I'm not one of those guys who is always talking about how long his dick
is, or obsessed with his size, but I have to admit to having measured
myself with a ruler once or twice, base to tip, when I was fully erect.
I'm just under 8 1/2 inches, which I know is basically well endowed
without being freakish. When she mentioned it to me, especially after
what I had just noticed on the toilet, I had to get the ruler again. We
measured and sure enough, I only measured about 7 inches long. That much
can't be due to things like normal hormonal fluctuations or dehydration,
can it? Looking back, it must have started last week, when she couldn't
feel me against her cervix.
I'm kind of scared. I guess I have some sort of idea what Chlo? has been
going through.
September 18
It's definitely for real, whatever it is that's happening. It's getting a
lot shorter. This is freaking me out. I wake up, it's the first thing on
my mind. It's hard not to notice when I have to shower or pee. When I go
to work, I think about it. Driving home, my mind turns toward
anticipation of an evening of Chlo?, which makes me think of it.
Obviously sex makes me think about it. People always say that guys think
about sex like once a minute or something ridiculous. Well, that's me,
except I'm thinking about what's happening to my dick. Where is it going,
and how long until there's nothing left? I don't want to be left with no
way to have sex.
I miss being hung, having a big cock that could fill her up. I know all
those tropes about how size doesn't matter, but I really do feel like
less of a man. I'm barely over five inches fully erect. That's still in
the range of normal size, so it's not freakishly small, but I don't
imagine that I'm going to stop shrinking. When it's soft it really looks
tiny to me, and when it's hard, it's not as thick either. She still looks
the same from the outside, but her inner pussy lips are not quite the
same. They're shorter in length, and there's less of a cavity behind
them.
We continue to have sex, and it's still good, thank god. Now that I can
fit entirely in her mouth like a popsicle, she has found new and amazing
things to do with her tongue. A few days ago, on Saturday, we had sex on
our couch right after breakfast. She put her hand down under my waistband
and inside my underpants and took me in her hand. I got hard as she
massaged and squeezed, and she pulled off my clothes and took me in her
mouth. Normally if she pushed her lips down to the base of my cock, I was
back into her throat, and she couldn't hold there long without gagging.
But this time she kept her lips planted at the base of my cock and
started swirling her tongue around the shaft and biting very lightly. She
also pushed me to one side so she could bite my length and my head
between her back teeth. It felt really good.
After a few minutes, I relieved her of her jeans and panties and started
sucking on her clit. After I tongued and kissed it for a little, I wet
her pussy completely, licking her lips up and down and probing my tongue
inside them, as far as it would go. I got on top of her and pushed my
cock into her slit, not pointing into her, but up towards her clit, if
that's the right way to describe it. I was almost able to bury my entire
dick in the folds of her lips, and I pushed it forward to nuzzle against
her clit with my head. Just a little motion back and forth set up heat
and friction between her lips and my shaft, and her clit and my head were
stimulating each other. I started oozing precum, and she pushed me over
onto my back and sat astride me. Her pussy lubricated with juice from my
cock, she planted her pussy on top of my cock and slid up and down. It's
a lot like the foreplay we did before I entered her, back when she had
something to enter. The difference now is that the hot dog fits all the
way in the bun, so to speak. We moved against each other, with very
slight motions producing large effects. We climaxed together, and I liked
the feeling of ejaculating right between her lips. She told me right
afterwards that the feeling of my spurting right into her clit was
amazing.
September 20
We had both made appointments with the doctor about a week ago, when we
felt more scared. Today we're going to call and cancel. We've both
decided we don't want to be studied and made into specimens. I can't
imagine many people have gone through this before. We don't want to be
the first to be put under the microscope--we just want to live our lives.
Obviously whatever is happening isn't going to stop, and aside from all
the changes to our sex organs, we feel completely normal and healthy. And
the great sex is easing our minds about what's happening to us down
there, as well.
Both of us have come to some sort of acceptance. At this point we're just
going to hold on and see where this ride takes us.
September 26
Since I decided to go with the flow, I've actually discovered that I'm
becoming intrigued about my changes and hers. I'm really glad I started
keeping this journal. I'm still becoming shorter, and her pussy is
becoming shallower. Her inner lips are there, but mostly just as little
folds of skin. We're continuously adapting to different kinds of sex.
We're both just as sensitive as before, if not more, so that makes
improvisation fun and relatively easy.
September 29
Today Chlo? gave me oral sex, and when I climaxed nothing came out but a
little bit of watery-looking stuff. I'm right around 3 inches long fully
erect, and my dick looks like a little boy's, maybe as big around as my
thumb. My balls also look like they belong on a seven-year-old. They look
ridiculous hanging off my 26-year-old body. I've started to shave and use
Nair (Chlo? also), so that we can see what's going on more clearly. Plus,
as the parts get smaller, the hair gets more intrusive. Of course that
just serves to magnify the effect--I really look like a little boy with
no hair and a miniature package. When I masturbate, I've changed my
technique. I guess it's changed gradually, but compared to when I was
normal, it's a big difference that's accumulated by this time. I still do
a little normal stroking, but I also wet my fingers and slide them in a V
up and down the shaft. I also use the tips of a couple fingers and
massage the head that way, resting the heel of my hand at the base of my
shaft.
Chlo? doesn't have any inner pussy lips now. Her outer lips define a
fold, so she still looks mostly the same superficially, and there's still
a bit of an inside to her, but not a lot. Today she had a sad moment. She
said she really missed having me inside her, being able to spread her
pussy lips apart, having me push my tongue between them and lick her
deeply. I miss that too.
October 2
Oral is really most of what we do now; my dick is only about 2 inches
fully hard and maybe as big around as my index finger. It's shorter than
my pinky finger, for crying out loud. When she wants to give me oral, she
can do all sorts of things like take me entirely sideways, or put me in
between her gums and her lips. The feeling of rubbing against her teeth
is great. And she says she likes it when I come into the pouch of her
cheek. My balls are really small, maybe like marbles. They still hang
down in a pretty sizable sack though. When she wants to get me hard, she
doesn't stroke me anymore, she just rubs up and down with her hand.
Her situation: I can see her clit pushing out from between her pussy
lips, and its hood is permanently pushed back. It's kind of big now, and
it's actually really hot. These days when I want to pleasure her, I will
go down and really suck on it. I can roll it between my fingers, which
really turns her on, and I can suck on it kind of like I suck on her
nipples. It actually looks a lot like her nipples when they're hard.
There's really not much left to her pussy besides her outer lips. They
define a kind of crease, but when I put my finger between them, it
doesn't really go into anything--just between them. She likes me to lick
them, but she says it's not the same as before; they're not as sensitive.
She likes clitoral stimulation a lot more.
October 7
My balls are gone completely. I know it's been gradual, but I'm surprised
at how much I miss them. When I'm naked, there's no presence there to
swing when I walk or brush against my thighs. There's just this empty
space between my legs. My underwear (I've always worn briefs) has this
baggy pouch in front. In fact, if I pull them tight from behind when I'm
soft, I can hardly see the difference between me and her. Looking at the
basically smooth front of my crotch is both disconcerting and kind of a
turn-on. In that area, I could pass for a girl if I wore a bikini and
nobody paid close attention.
My dick is only about an inch long when it's hard. I don't even know if
"long" is the appropriate term any more. When it's soft, it's just this
tiny thing with a miniature shaft and head--I can't even get a hold of it
except between my thumb and forefinger. Chlo?'s pussy is little more than
a shallow crease, and her clit pokes out about 1/2 inch, maybe a bit
bigger.
I had this weird moment yesterday at work. Sitting without any balls to
get in the way is a very different feeling. I started to feel horny, and
I kind of rubbed my thighs together back and forth and I was able to
stimulate myself into hardness, and then without any balls under me, I
rocked my hips as far forward in my chair as I could and then started
rubbing myself back and forth. It felt awkward at first, but then I
started to find a rhythm and a technique with my hips. I glanced at my
reflection in a mirror to my left, and it reminded me exactly of the
motions a girl does with her hips during sex. I was moving just like
that. I felt a sudden surge of desire and I climaxed pretty quickly.
Our sex is now all oral. Obviously she no longer sucks my dick like it's
a dick, she licks it and kisses it more like a nipple. It's incredibly
sensitive; I can climax pretty quickly and it feels wonderful. Climaxing
is quite different now that I don't shoot anything out of myself. There
are still the spasmodic contractions, but when I was fully functional it
was definitely the feeling of pushing the semen out, shooting something
out with force. Now it's less localized and I feel really warm all over
my groin.
October 13
This day was coming, but I still wasn't quite ready for it: I had to sit
down to pee this morning. I can't call it a dick anymore. It's just this
little nubbin with a hole to pee out of. Am I still a guy? I mean, in all
other aspects I look completely the same as I did five weeks ago, but
still. For that matter, what is Chlo?? She doesn't have anything left
that looks like a pussy. And her clit doesn't look like a clit anymore,
just a sensitive knob with an opening just below it to pee.
I've learned how to masturbate differently. I can use my fingers to
massage myself, and it'll go from kind of soft to a little bit harder and
bigger. Or I can squat and straddle something, like a bedpost, or a
pillow, and rub myself on it. I know I look just like a girl when I do
that.
I almost think of our sex like lesbian sex now. Yesterday, we both gave
each other oral, 69, kissing and nibbling. When we were both pretty
aroused and wet from each other's mouths, we brought our groins together
scissors-like and rubbed each other. That's something I've only seen in
porn videos. It was really hot and we both decided that we would make
that a regular habit.
October 16
Chlo? and I have changed places. Now where she used to have a smooth
little nubbin, there's an opening in it to pee. And my urethra has moved
below mine, leaving a little mound of sensitive flesh about 3/4 inch when
it's stimulated. I've decided I love being tongued by her, I really love
it. She can do lots of wonderful things with that tongue of hers. Between
that and the tips of her fingers, I'm completely in her control inside of
five minutes.
I've started to borrow Chlo?'s panties. Just plain white ones, nothing
lacy. My briefs just feel weird now, with all that extra sagging material
in the front. I want something that will feel snug against my new smooth
front. I don't really feel feminine, but I've always had a thing for
panties, the way they look on a girl. I have to say that I like the way
they look on me also, and it turns me on. Today I stood in front of the
mirror with my panties and rubbed myself through them. I took three
fingers and moved them in and out between my legs, and then I massaged
myself with the tips of my fingers. Then I got inspired, and I sat down
and opened my legs, and kept massaging. And I had one further
inspiration: I turned my ass to the mirror, knelt and stuck it in the
air, and rested on my left elbow while my right hand went back between my
legs and massaged up and down with two fingers. I looked backward into
the mirror and if you ignored my non-ass and hairy legs, it looked just
like a girl from a soft-core porn video getting herself ready for doggie-
style sex.
Both of us were kind of expecting this most recent change--actually
hoping for it. We figured we were either going to just lose our sex
organs completely and be left with nothing but smooth, featureless
crotches, or that we were both just going to end up with these little
knobs on otherwise featureless groins, which would have been at least
something, or that we were going to continue toward a bigger
transformation. So we're glad, actually. Since I look the way she did a
few days ago, and she looks the way I did, we figure I'll just do in
reverse what just did, and she'll gradually transform into what I used to
be. So we're going to continue to enjoy sex, and not only just certain
kinds of sex but traditional sex eventually. Which was an important part
of our relationship. It's just that I'm going to end up with the pussy,
and she'll have the cock. I can't wrap my mind around it yet. A pussy. My
pussy.
We talked about it earlier today, and we both got hot just thinking about
what it's going to be like. I asked her a lot about how it felt to have a
pussy, to have a space inside of her with all its wetness and warmth. How
it felt to have a clit hidden away in folds of skin, super sensitive. How
it felt to have somebody put their finger inside the slit, between the
outer lips and inner lips, moving up and down. She wanted to know how it
felt to have a huge throbbing member standing up from between her legs,
and balls swinging its base. How it felt to go from soft to hard, from
this little shrunken dangly thing to a hard pole that is impossible to
keep down. Neither of us could really describe it that well to the other.
Partly, I think, because we've forgotten a little ourselves. It's been a
long time since I've held my dick in my hands, and she hasn't put a
finger inside herself for even longer.
It feels like the middle of a crossroads, but of course the difference is
that we have absolutely no choice about which path to take. We can see
exactly where we're going. Thank goodness that we're both excited about
it.
Lizbeth
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