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Things changed in me, something was different. I had always wanted to wear
panties, the lace against my skin turned me on, it was addictive. But I
held back, I couldn't risk being found out, so I had only done it a few
times in my life before that day. Every time was amazing though, when I
masturbated and came wearing the panties the relief was captivating,
explosive, addictive. Each time I wanted more, I wanted to feel the lace
against my skin but I held back, I just stored the passion and desire over
the years for the next release.
But things changed. I never found out what changed, but it did. I never
had any panties of my own. But one lunch time i found myself wandering
through the lingerie section. I can't actually remember the shop, but I
remember the feelings. Tightness, trepidation, desire and the hardest
erection I had ever felt. My trousers were tenting up, but I didn't care,
I just wanted to touch them, to feel them.
I bought just one pair, blue, satin and lace. They seemed nice, plain but
pretty, they felt smooth and sexy. I was in a daze when I walked back to
work. I got harder and harder the closer to the office I got. By the time
I got back, I couldn't stand it anymore, I went straight into the toilets,
not even stopping at my desk. My hands were shaking as I pulled the
panties up, my hard cock being squashed by the lace. The feeling was
stunning, it wasn't a release but I did feel more comfortable, more whole,
more turned on than I have ever been. The rest of the afternoon was a
blur, all I thought about was the panties, but no mater how good it felt,
I was so scared. Every look, every gesture people made towards me felt
like people knew. I was sure they were talking about me, but I couldn't
take them off, this was the new me.
I carried on like this for a few days, wearing panties of all styles and
all colours. I didn't want to get to get caught, I was paranoid. At the
office, I did nothing, I stayed at my desk, revelling in the feel and
trying not to let my little secret out. I stopped going to the loo, I ate
little for lunch at my desk, but I needed to do it, I needed the panties.
But this was not the change, I was still the same, I had just let my mind
and body roam.
But that day it changed. Just wearing the panties was no longer enough. I
wanted someone else to feel how good they were on me. I wanted my to be
touched, stroked. I wanted someone, anyone, to run there hand over the
contour of my butt cheeks. Tracing the lacy edge oh my panties from the
top of my legs to my hips. I was still scared of how people would feel,
but I wanted them to know, I wanted them to be as turned on as I was. I
started going to the kitchen, hanging around until someone came in. I'd
wait at the sink, hoping they would want to clean there cup or pour some
water. If they came close enough I'd gently swing my hips in their
direction, hoping my ass would touch their hand. Hoping they'd feel the
lace and know, just know, what I wanted. It didn't work, at least not to
start with. My attempts were clumsy, they usually came to nothing.
After a few weeks of gently trying I'd had a few glancing blows, but they
were nothing, I was sure that my secret was still safe, but that wasn't
what I wanted. Finally, it might have happened. He wasn't the best looking
guy in the office, he was stocky, quiet, someone most people never notice.
But that day it felt like maybe, just maybe his hand had lingered. I knew
he wasn't gay, gay friends of mine had on occasion tried it on with most
men in he office so I knew the preferences of most of my co-workers and he
was definitely women only. But for some reason I knew has hand had
lingered, not even for a second, but I knew he wanted to feel it. He was
the one.
After that day I carefully timed my kitchen breaks to be with him as much
as I could. I tried to be friendly, but that wasn't why I wanted him, and
I'm sure he knew. I tried to get more touches, but they were few and far
between to start with. Sometimes weeks would go by, sometimes days. One
day I managed to get two vague brushes, but it still wasn't enough. I
wanted more, I had to push things along. I started to do more. Sometimes I
wore stockings under my trousers, sometimes a slip like a vest. One time I
tried just a tiny bit of mascara, and I regularly began to put clear lip
salve on. I don't think it helped with what I really wanted, those
lingering touches, but it made me feel more whole, more feminine.
But slowly, so slowly it began to work. Eventually some of the glancing
blows did become lingering. He didn't acknowledge what was happening, and
even though I did neither, I knew my secret was out. Finally, one day, the
touch became long and lingering, he cupped my buttocks, just for a second.
That was it, he had given me what I wanted finally. But now I wanted more.
As his caresses became longer, I changed more, and it started to not just
be mental changes. Each time he held my ass it became just a little
curvier, a little less manly. He started to trace around the edge of my
panties around my hips, gently wrapping his arm around me. Each time he
did so my hips just got a little wider, a little curvier. My body was
changing, and as our bizarre, silent relationship got deeper and his
touches became longer, my body responded, becoming more womanly. My
panties no longer fitted me like a man, they would ride up on my hips
showing the frilly edges to anyone who was looking at the right time. It
didn't matter though, all that mattered was the next touch.
We both started to work really late. It wasn't for the work of course, it
was for our silent liaisons. I had started wearing more women's clothes,
bras under thick shirts, suspenders, and he had responded in kind by
making sure he'd caress me all over when the office was quiet enough. I
would bend over at the sink, 'washing some dishes' and he would come up
behind me, on hand on my ass, one wrapping round my body, feeling the lacy
cup of my bra. My skin felt smoother, softer than it ever had. By this
pointed he'd caressed me all over and I no longer had any hair on my body,
my skin was becoming paler, more womanly. Sometimes he'd caress the back
of my neck with his cheek, sometimes he'd run his hand up and down my
thigh, but it was never loving. For both of us we both got exact what we
need, the touching and feeling, but nothing more. There was no love, no
caring between is, it was just desire. I knew no matter how good he felt
he didn't want me he just wanted to touch me. Every time he touched me I
got erect, the feeling was so good, but I never wanted him to release the
desire. I couldn't find a man attractive, I just wanted their touches.
Every evening I'd go home, put on some make up, strip down to my underwear
and masturbate until the desire was released. I imagined women making love
to me, touching me, licking me, but never men. My new body with the
perfect womanly hips juxtaposed on the hard cock looked odd and confusing,
but I thought it was the most beautiful body in the word. The lace of my
panties riding high on my hips leading to a hard, lumpy bulge, throbbing
and twitching with desire. I was happy, I didn't need anymore, rubbing my
hand over my panties and feeling the lace on my cock was the perfect
release.
The next few weeks passed in a delightful haze. We still never spoke, but
we got a rhythm going, we'd find time for our passions everyday. We came
in to work at the weekends just to indulge our passions. We thought it was
all we needed and all we would ever get.
That special day started the same, the rubbing, the feeling, the brushing.
My body was still more man than woman, but at that time it was perfect. He
was behind me, both hands rubbing a flat chest through a shirt and a
simple bra. There was no panting, no talking, no heavy breathing, feeling.
But then I felt something I had never felt before, his cock slowly
growing. Sitting between my but cheeks, tenting his trousers but forcing
itself gradually upward. Part of me repulsed at the thought of a mans cock
rising because of me, but the feeling was too good, I needed him to rub my
chest more. He started rubbing harder, one hand slipped up my shirt over
my bra, and he began panting. His hand on my bare chest felt so good, and
slowly his desire spurred me on. I began to want his cock to get harder
and his breathing heavier. We were nearly lost in our passions when we
heard the security guard open the door. Our passion was killed dead, what
had we been doing? I couldn't believe what I was about to do at the
office. I had to stop this. Quickly I left the kitchen for my desk to
finish my chores before leaving.
I waited for a few minutes after he walked through the door to the
stairwell before packing up a leaving myself. I had to stop this and
didn't want to meet him as I was leaving. I walked down the stairs and
through the underground car park door. What could I do to stop this, I
couldn't loose my job for having gay sex in the kitchen at... But before
the thought could finish he grabbed me and had me bent over the bonnet of
a car. I was powerless to him, and to myself. The thought of a cock
repulsed me, but the thought of his flesh touching mine was more than I
could ever dream. I resisted, just not much, and with seconds his bare
cock was sat between my pantiless, womanly butt cheeks. Then, for a few
seconds nothing... It was like neither of us knew what to do, but before I
had fully gathered my thoughts he had pushed... Hard ... And it hurt. For
a second the pain was too much, but then I felt his flesh inside me. It
still hurt and I still wanted it to stop, but the desire, the feelings
were just enough to keep me going. Within seconds he was pumping,
thrusting me into the car bonnet. I was not turned on by this at all, but
the rhythmic drumming of my cock on the car grill was making me hard. He
was panting now, groaning, I knew he wanted to come, even if I didn't. I
just wanted to feel him stroking, caressing me, but I didn't expect what
his hand did next though, wrapping around my waist and enveloping my hard
drumming cock. It felt good, I knew it felt good to have his hands on my
hips and buttocks, it hadn't occurred to me how much better it would feel
to have his hand on my cock. He rubbed it firmly, just a bit too firmly, a
completely out of sync with his pumping, but that didn't matter. I was his
rag doll to play with. His pumping became harder and harder, we were both
gasping for air and I knew we were both on the edge. With a last shove he
came in my ass... Hard. But as soon as he did, I remembered... Whatever he
touches changes, and this was the first time he'd touched my cock. I
didn't want to loose it, I was a man. I forced him back whilst he was
still coming in my ass and instantly spun around to face him. It was too
late for me though, i had stopped him just as i'd gone over the edge. As i
turned around my cock started pumping and it didn't stop. I was pumping
cum onto the ground between us. The look on his face was pure revulsion. I
could understand it though, here I was, a strange part man part woman,
knickers scrunched up around my thighs, shirt ripped open open and bra
wrapped up exposing my bare, pale, manly chest, with the tiniest boobs
slowly emerging, pumping cum from my rock hard cock. He turned and ran, as
did I.
We were careful the next day, we both avoided each other around the
office. I was still part woman so I wore plain white panties and a
training bra, but I didn't want to be touched by anyone. I just kept my
head down and worked, sobbing occasionally as I remembered the night
before. We carried on like this for a few weeks, never making eye contact,
never being close to each other, but it couldn't last. The universe
finally intervened, and we were asked to do a project together. We had to
do the one thing we had never done before... Talk to each other.
We needed to start the project and he arranged a meeting. He'd arranged an
out of the way meeting room and thoughtfully arranged it for first thing
in the morning, before people got into the office. We could meet in the
quiet but without the risk of another late night liaison.
He was already in the room when I approached. I could see he had bought
coffee and was ready for me. I walked in, not knowing what to say. We
started with a few polite hellos and thank yours but we both knew there
was more to say. He finally opened up, apologising for what had happened
and wishing he could take it back. I could see a tear in his eye, and I
knew how he felt. Instinctively I grabbed his hand, and held it gently in
mine. I now knew what was missing before. Love. It wasn't complete and all
encompassing love, but a little can go a long way.
"I want to take you to dinner" he said. "As a way of making up". It felt
like the right thing to do, to properly clear the air. I didn't want him
like I used to, but I did want to at least be friends. We didn't get much
work done, but that didn't matter we had dealt with the most important
issue.
It was a hard day at the office, so I left work early to get ready for the
evening. I told myself " it is nothing special, just dinner" and I
believed it. But when I got home I realised I had a problem, I didn't know
what to wear. Should I wear my frilly panties, or just some plain ones to
avoid attention. But that wasn't the worst of it, I started to think I
needed to wear more, more frills, more lace and more satin. His look of
revulsion just kept coming back to me. I wanted him to care about me, and
if he felt that badly about my male body, could here ever do it? Maybe if
he saw me as a complete woman, he would change, we would change, and I
could be with him forever. The thought was too much, I had to change. I
went out and bought dresses and shoes. I settled on a dress that wasn't
too figure hugging, but one close fitting to my ass and hips, my feminine
assets. I also made sure he would be able to see a few frills of my bra,
it might not hold much, but I knew he liked to feel it.
I couldn't wait for him to arrive, he was picking me up late. I don't know
why we arranged dinner late, but we did. I sat waiting for him, I had
never felt so at home in myself. I'd put on a little make up, wore some
simple pumps to make my manly feet look as small as possible. I just
wanted him to arrive, hoping he'd love my new style as much as I did. The
knock at the door was quiet, nervy almost. He obviously felt the same way
as I did. I gingerly opened the door and he gasped. I knew he hadn't
expected it, but he was obviously happy with the surprise. It was awkward
though, we knew what happened when we touched and right now, it was too
much, we couldn't touch. We carefully walked down the stairs and out to
dinner. We hardly kept our eyes off each other all dinner, there was
desire, love, passion a fear all at once. We chatted, laughed but not once
did we touch. We had a wonderful meal, but we could never let our guard
down, never let go of our desires.
He took me home again at the end of the evening and as I unlocked the door
we knew how awkward the next moment would be. Would we stand in silence
wishing each other good night? Whatever happened we must not touch.
Suddenly, i heard him say "fuck it" and he gently pressed his lips to
mine. It was a gentle, caring kiss, over almost before it began. Almost a
nothing, but not quite, it was all I needed to finish my minds transition
to womanhood.
I knew there was no longer any male desires left in my body, and I knew
what I had to do about it. I grabbed his hand and roughly bundled him
through the door. Thrust up against the wall he had no idea what was
happening, but I did, I knew exactly what was going to happen as I dropped
to my knees in front of him. As I fumbled with his belt, he realised what
was about to happen and his cock instantly hardened, this just spurred me
on even more, I was clawing at his trousers to get his cock out. When it
finally appeared it was the most amazing sight I had ever seen, to be this
close to a throbbing manhood and to know what I was about to do to it.
There was no foreplay, I instantly swallowed it as deep as it would go,
sucking as hard as I could. I was a woman now and I knew my man was being
pleased, I could taste it, I could feel it in his gentle thrusts and the
way he was running his hands through my hair. This was it, this was me for
the rest of my life. I sucked, licked and stroked until he finally came in
my mouth. Pumping cum into it until I could take no more, it spilled out
the sides as I choked. I was finally a true woman.
I slowly stood up, staring into his eyes as I did so. As I got up, he
kissed me, deeply, passionately sucking on my lips, my new womanly lips.
Full, round and soft, sucking his cock dry had obviously been all my lips
needed to complete their change. As our lips parted, wavy strawberry
blonde curves fell across my face. His hands, running through my hair must
have also caused the change. He stared into my eyes with so much love, I
knew he would do anything to help me now.
We sat down on my bed, it was late and I was tired. He held me tight and I
quickly dozed off to sleep. Throughout the night I kept on waking up and
every time I was wrapped in his arms. Every time he was stroking part of
me, sometimes my neck, sometimes my face, sometimes my feet. I knew what
he was doing, and I loved it, by morning, thanks to his caresses I'd be a
complete woman.
I woke late, the sun streaming through a gap in the curtains. He still had
me wrapped up but by now he was asleep as well. I looked down and it was
almost perfect. My chest was full, curly with nipples large and almost he
same colour as my hair. My skin was pale, but looked healthy. My waist and
legs were truly womanly and I'm sure my ass was perfect. I explored my
body with perfect, long but natural nails. He stirred behind me, and all I
could say was "thank you", and I had never meant it more. I looked down at
the last part of my manhood, my cock, and said "I want to go all the way".
We both knew what this meant, and I knew how hard this would be for him. I
had to make it as easy as possible, so I excused myself and went upstairs
to prepare. "I'll make something to eat" he shouted up as I closed the
door to my room.
I took a long shower, and then started with the makeup. To date I had warn
just a little, even when I was by myself, but now was the time to make an
effort. I put on as much as I could without looking slutty, long eyelashes
and bright red lips. Now I had a woman's lips, I might as well make the
most of them. I only had one bra that would fit my new curvy chest, but
luckily it was black lacy and very sexy. I picked out some panties and a
suspender belt to match, and then choose the tightest, most form fitting
dress I could. I finished off with the one pair off women's sized strapy
sandals that I had bought. Now was the time. I left my room and headed
downstairs. He laid out the most romantic light breakfast for me on the
table. I kissed him full on the lips, making the most of their softness,
and then sat down to breakfast. Neither of us could think straight though,
the time for the last change was near. Once we finished dinner, he gently
held my hand and led me over to the sofa. "are you sure" he whispered
gently. I nodded and replied with "are you". He didn't respond
immediately, I could tell this was hard for him, but then he nodded, it
was time. I slowly undressed, making sure he saw my best parts, my curves,
my chest, my hips, my ass. I tried to hide my cock, but with the attention
it was getting I couldn't stop it slowly getting hard, forcing its way out
of the panties. He started to undress as well, standing over me. I loved
seeing his manly chest, his strong legs. He was stocky and a bit
overweight, but was every bit a man. As we took the last of our clothes
off we kissed, our last kiss as gay men. I lay down on my side along the
length of the sofa and offered myself to him, my cock slowly getting hard.
It was time, he sat down, and then lay on his side, his face next to my
cock, his cock next to mine. It was time, and I had to help him with this,
he wasn't gay and no matter how much loved me, I knew he didn't want to
suck me. I licked the end of his cock gently, pulling his skin back a
little and twisting my tongue around the end. I loved it, but I knew what
I really wanted, and he started to give it to me. He gently, gingerly
copied what I had done to him, licking, and sucking my cock. I knew this
wasn't enough though, he had to rub me, up and down for the change to
happen and so I started on him. He followed, but with more gusto. His cock
was getting harder in my mouth, his gentle thrust getting stronger, he was
beginning to enjoy it. I reciprocated sucking with a passion. Our bodies
were writhing together joined by mouths and cocks, sucking, milking each
other. Our passion grew, our sucking got harder our thrusting stronger,
for a second I wanted to stay a man, stay writhing, with another man
forever, but my thoughts were cut short by a finger being driven into me,
into my pussy. Our passion was so strong I didn't realise the change had
happened, he was no sucking my engorged clit like a tiny cock whilst
driving his fingers into my slippery pussy. That was it, that was all I
needed, and I came, my pussy squeezing his fingers hard, juice pouring out
all over his face. Finally, I had come like a woman, come on a man. But
there was more, I was ready for more, he hadn't come yet and he deserved
to. He sat up and I straddled him, my slippery pussey sliding down his
cock quickly and easily. I looked down seeing my soft, pale boobs dangling
over him, hypnotising him. I started to grind, rubbing my clit as his cock
slid up and down inside me. My tits dangling, wobbling, mesmerising him,
my hair framing them with their strawberry curls. It was time, getting
faster and faster, finally we both came in the most earth shattering
orgasm either of us had ever felt. My long nails dug into his shoulders,
clawing for purchase to drive harder. Finally, I had the ultimate
experience of a woman.
Things quickly changed after that. For me, I had to explore my new person,
I was reborn and I had to relearn. For him, as soon as I was no longer a
panty clad man, he knew he no longer wanted me. We parted ways the next
day, but I will never forget the man that gave me my new life.
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