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I didn't mind it, but I wish I knew why it was happening. Siri had decided
to call me Samantha. I didn't mind, I actually quite liked it, it was a
pretty name, but nobody could work out what was wrong. I didn't know any
Samantha's, I wasn't even a woman, but for some reason it was stuck
calling me Samantha. It was such a pretty name, I'd repeat it over in my
head all day, Samantha, Samantha, Sammy, Sam. Maybe I could start calling
myself Samantha, in quiet, in my head.
But that was the just he first of many problems I'd have with my phone,
soon it began making some very odd suggestions. "Siri, where can I get
some new trousers" I'd ask, and she would send me past two men's clothes
shops to a small women's clothing boutique. I'd tell her she was useless,
but to no avail, all she'd say was "Siri knows best". If she wasn't my
Siri, the one that called me Samantha, I would have gotten a new phone.
But I couldn't, she knew my special name, I had to keep her.
With time, like an old lady, she got even more eccentric. I never found
out how she did it, but she started setting her own reminders. I'd be
walking past a grocery store, and the reminder tone would chirp. There was
a reminder on the screen, "Don't forget you are low on milk Samantha".
However she knew I was low on milk, I have no idea, but the reminders came
in handy. With time they got more and more frequent, and I became more and
more reliant on her chirping tones just to live my life. The few times I
was without her, I was lost, forgetting everything.
A few months after the reminders started I was wandering down the street
and the reminder tone chirp. "It is time for a haircut Samantha. I've
found a hairdresser for you". I checked out my reflection in a shop window
and she was right, I was beginning to get a bit shaggy on top, it was time
for a cut. I had time, and Siri always knew what she was doing.
The hairdressers was one of those modern, metrosexual shops. They did both
men and women, but they definitely did hair far cooler than I had ever
had. I was very intimidated, but the staff were wonderful. They gave me a
book of samples to look through, pointing out what might work for me and
what might not. I picked one, it was very 80's, short and sculpted at the
back and sides, but with a sweeping top. I couldn't tell whether the model
was a man or a woman, but I was sure it would work for me.
When I got home, I admired my new cut in the mirror. It was quite
effeminate, but I was sure it suited me. "Thankyou Siri" I whispered. I
knew she could hear.
The suggestions continued from Siri, she had persuaded me I needed
earrings one day, studs in both ears. By the next week I had a belly
button stud as well, and not longer after a pretty little tattoo of a lily
on my hip. It was all very out of character I thought, but I was very
happy, happier than I ever had been. I decided to trust Siri more. She'd
been good to me so far, why couldn't she help me even more?
I needed some new boxer shorts, this would be a great test. She had no
idea how big I was or what style I preferred, but I decide to see if she
could deal with it. "Siri, I need some new boxer shorts". "I've ordered
you some from amazon Samantha". That was all she said, I've ordered you
some? There was no way this was going to work.
A few days later, the parcel arrived. I couldn't believe it had actually
made it, but the real test was going to be when I unwrapped them, would I
like them, would they fit. With hindsight it should have been obvious,
Siri thought i was Samantha, but when I unwrapped them I was truly
surprised to see some delicate, flowery, women's boxers in front of me.
They even had a tiny bit of lace and a little bow. As I picked them up I
thought surely this experiment hadn't worked, I needed mens boxers. But
when I held them, they felt different to my usual boxers. Softer, more
delicate, lighter. They seemed like they'd be so comfortable, why don't I
give them a go? I slipped out of my tatty mans boxers into the delicate
new women's shorts and instantly felt the difference. I was encased in the
softest, most gentle material. Okay, they were baggy on my ass and tight
at the front, but they fit well enough. I thanked Siri again.
The experiment was working, Siri knew perfectly exactly what I wanted and
when I wanted it, even though I didn't myself. I used Siri to buy more
clothes, and she definitely had androgynous tastes, trousers hugged my
hips and ass, shirts were silk and cut low at the front like a blouse. I
looked good though, maybe on a good day I could have passed as a woman as
well as a man, but my body usually gave me away along with my stubble. I'm
sure my new look got me more admirers as well, even sometimes the odd man
which I didn't mind so much.
By now I even trusted Siri with medical advise. I'd had a sore on my lips
for a few days and I asked her what I should do about it. "I found this
for you Samantha", and up popped an article about how Botox had been used
to help with sores. Well, it was a little unconventional, but I trusted
her and asked her to find me the nearest place where I could have Botox.
The appointment was made for lunchtime the next day, and as luck would
have it, it seemed to be one of those days where I looked as much like a
woman as a man. "Can I help you Miss..." the receptionist said as I walked
into the clinic. I should have corrected her, but I didn't. Like usual
Siri would probably have booked me in as Samantha and i was fed up with
having to explain how I'd been booked in under the wrong name. I just said
I was here for the Botox and she guided me through to the waiting area. It
was quick and it certainly felt like it cleared up the sores, but when I
got home it was the first time I saw how much like a woman I looked. Maybe
I'd gone too far this time. It was difficult to think that too much
though, because they did look pretty stunning, large curvey and definitely
kissable. I'm sure there would be plenty of woman out there who would
prefer a man with fuller lips.
The beauty treatments continued, I got my eyebrows sculpted into slender,
ridged arches, my body hair waxed. I still looked like a man I'd tell
myself, and I still did, but sometimes you'd have to stare a little to
work it out. And you know, I loved that, people staring a little, people
trying to work me out. It just seemed to be a bit of a turn on, being that
mystery man.
Siri continued being my partner, she knew me perfectly whilst I was a
mystery to everyone else. I started wearing women's briefs as well as the
boxers. Yes they had little bows and didn't fit me that well, but they
felt good and just added to the mystery, even if nobody else knew about
them. It seemed very unlike me to care about what people thought about how
I looked and who I was, and even though it wasn't vanity, I did care. I
cared that people understood that I wasn't a normal man, I was a special
man, I was different.
I needed more though, I had always been lithe, skinny even. Not especially
tall, but my wirey muscles had served me well. But it felt a little wrong
now, my low cut shirts showed off my chest, and it was skinny. My bones
showed through, I just needed a bit more on there, something for people to
look at. Something to take the edge off. I remembered the clinic that had
done the Botox also did other treatments that might help. A male boob job
seemed quite ridiculous, I didn't want one of those ripped chests, just
something with a little more flesh. Then I remembered another treatment
they advertised, they could inject a special silicone into your chest. It
could be done quickly and was designed just for sculpting chests, male or
female. Each treatment only added a little, but that was all I wanted.
They could even reverse it, not perfectly, but within reason. It seemed
perfect, i asked Siri to book me in.
"Hi Samantha" the receptionist at the clinic beamed, "come through this
way". Siri had booked me in as Samantha again. I guessed it wouldn't be a
big issue, it's not like i was planning to come here regularly, and
besides, with just one treatment I guess there can't be much difference
between a mans and woman's chest. It felt like it was over in a flash. I
opted to avoid the local anaesthetic and my chest was sore afterwards, but
looking down it had definitely filled out and it looked a little bit more
muscular.
When I got home, I just had to check out my new chest in the minor, and it
surprised me a little. In the mirror it definitely seemed different,
actually more like the gently budding boobs of a teenage girl than
something a little more manly. I felt a twinge of disappointment, but it
wasn't all bad, they did look great in my new low cut shirts, just filling
out my chest a little. Okay, so it wasn't perfect but I was happy.
The soreness of my little buds stayed with me though. It wasn't painful,
but they were really sensitive and it really bugged me. I asked Siri to
help me and the wonder that she was, she ordered me something through the
mail again. Now this was a real surprise when it arrived, a plain white,
elasticated training bra. Well I had no idea how it was going to help, but
I guess Siri knew best, and it turned out she did. The bra really helped
stop my clothes rubbing my sensitive nipples, and actually felt great. The
only problem is it didn't work with my preferred low fronted shirt. The
high cut showed of the bra made it obvious under the low cut shirt. Maybe
Siri didn't know best, this problem I'd have to sort out myself.
The bra worked really well though so I wondered if maybe something with a
little lower cut might, just until my boobs were a little less sore. The
lingerie store had lots of different styles, but nothing really grabbed
me. They all seemed very sexy and totally wrong for a man to wear. I'd
have to make the best of it, so I choose a shear black number. Satin cups,
a few lace frills, but not too much. It came with some very sexy black
panties, that I guess I could leave in my drawer for emergencies. Putting
it on at home, it felt even better than the training bra on my slightly
swollen nipples. They did rub a bit, but the satin was so smooth, there
was no pain, only a delightful, gentle rubbing sensation. The black colour
was perfectly invisible under some of my favourite black shirts, but maybe
I'd have to buy something lighter to go with some of my other shirts. I
felt great, my problem solved, and not only that but I'd gotten one over
on Siri.
Full of advise, the next one from Siri was a blinder, "I think it is time
you found someone to have sex with Samantha". Well, that was a bolt out
the blue, my phone giving me relationship advice. She was right of course,
becoming the man of mystery was such a turn on sometimes. I had often
found myself with a gently forming erection on the metro in the morning as
I thought of the secrets I kept from people, my panties, my bra, the belly
button stud just waiting to be kissed by the right person. I'd gently play
with it through my shirt hoping to attract the attention of the person
opposite. It didn't matter who, man or woman, I'd still get turned on even
if I still only wanted sex with women.
One morning I found myself playing on a quiet carriage opposite a youngish
man in a suit. I caught his eye, I knew this was going to be fun. I kept
on playing and saw a gentle smile form. His hand rub his thigh, not over
his cock, but is was sure there was some stirring. I undid the shirt
button closest to my belly button so he could see the stud and kept on
flicking it gently. His rubbing continued, but by now I could definitely
see his cock slowly growing next to his hand. I might not have wanted to
kiss him, or make love to him, but having his cock grow did turn me on and
mine did the same, becoming more obvious under my tight cut trousers. His
hand slipped over his cock as his rubbing becoming more active and my
other hand started playing with my little sensitive nipple.
Suddenly his face turned red and he looked away. I couldn't believe it, we
were having so much fun together, and he'd obviously returned to earth
with a thump, embarrassed about playing a sexy game with another man. I
was mortified about his embarrassment at playing with me, but as he stood
up quickly at the next stop I could see it wasn't the game that he was
embarrassed about, he had a huge damp cum stain over his cock. He made
sure I could have a lingering look as he swept off the train. In another
life, I'd have joined him to lick it clean but I was a man, I just wanted
to play games with my mysterious body.
All this friskiness with my new body meant I needed a release and Siri was
right I needed sex. Before I even got chance to reply, she already had a
plan, "I've booked you in for speed dating Samantha". Foolishly, it didn't
occur to me to change my name again, and when I turned to the event the
organisers herded me into the group of women. I was mortified, what could
I do without owning up in front of everyone. Yes, I was clad in a sexy
black bra and the satin panties, they seemed appropriate for this night
somehow, but I was still a man. I looked for a way out, but none occurred.
I would have to try and continue the illusion somehow. I was glad I was
clean shaven, and thought back to my mistake when I had my boobs enhanced.
Thankyou I whispered as I thought of the little domes on my chest.
It went as badly as I expected for most of the evening. I hardly talked,
and some of the men I met seemed like the worst people in the world. I
lost track of how many seemed to want get in my panties, and I was sure
some of them wouldn't take no for an answer. I shivered with horror as I
thought about having to give a blow job to a leary man just to avoid
letting him know the truth.
The last one was different though. He seemed gentle but strong. He managed
to get me chatting away and we discovered we had much in common. Okay, I
didn't fancy him, but I really felt a connection with him. I placed my
hand on the table where he could gently grasp it and he quickly did so. We
knew our evening was over and stood up to leave even before our 5 minutes
were up and walked out. He was a little taller than me and although not
slightly built, he was definitely wirey. He had long hair in a pony tail,
but had steely, unmistakably manly eyes. You knew you didn't want to get
on the wrong side of him, but I felt protected by the gentle way he looked
at me.
We spent the evening chatting in a bar, hardly ever not holding hands or
resting our hands on each other. I didn't fanaticise about his cock, but I
definitely fantasised about him, kissing me, licking the little tattoo on
my hip and making love with his tongue to my belly button stud. I couldn't
loose him, I was captivated. Although I wanted his tongue on me, I didn't
want to kiss him as we parted ways at the end of the evening, he was a man
after all. We promised to meet up again though, the next night.
Siri became my confidante over the next few weeks. I knew I was in love
and I had to keep him. I'd express all my worries and Siri would offer me
solutions. I was paranoid about being found out as a man. Siri booked me
into the clinic often for many different treatments. My face became more
feminine as I had more treatments, I lost all of my stubble, and my lips
became wonderfully curvy and kissable. My boobs gradually grew as more
silicone was injected in. They never became huge, but they were very curvy
and turned me on no end. My hips and butt also got the silicone treatment,
slowly filling out my panties. As the treatments carried on I finally
began to feel more like a woman than a man. I was scared about what was
happening, but the thought of him carried me though. I began to think
about kissing him full on the lips, what would his tongue feel like, would
he hold me strongly like a woman he loves? Throughout all of our dates, he
never made a move to kiss me, he knew I wasn't ready yet.
Finally the day came. I looked at myself in the mirror and I was almost
totally a woman. If you took my cock away there would be no mistaking it.
It was time, and I got out something special I'd been saving. The bra, the
panties, suspenders were perfect white, and with heavy lace trim. Totally
feminine. The short skirt finished just below the stockings, giving a
careful looker a flash as I moved. The blouse was wonderfully see through,
showing off my belly button and frilly bra. I finished it of with some
high heeled, high length leather boots. I'd already been practising
walking in them, just for this night and I knew I could pull it off.
The only problem was my cock, by now it was hard and bulged through the
flat front of my skirt. I couldn't give the game away tonight, not before
we had kissed. I knew he would find out eventually, but tonight had to be
perfect. With a bit of effort I worked out a way of folding it back and
keeping it between my legs. It wasn't perfect, but it just had to get me
through tonight.
I'd already promised him a good evening, and when he saw me arrive that
evening, like his wet dream, he beamed a broadly sexy smile. We didn't
even talk before our lips met. Our tongues were quickly exploring each
other. It was gentle, tentative, but more passionate than I had ever felt.
He grabbed my ass, and I knew my new womanly curves would have felt good
to him. We kissed, cuddled and touched each other almost as much as we
talked that night. It felt like he had spent most of the night erect and
i knew my cock was straining to be free of its shackles. It couldn't end,
I wouldn't let it. At the end of the night i went back to his place, not
sure about what I was going to do. I couldn't let him know, but I had to
give him something.
We kissed passionately as we burst through his door. We almost fell on the
sofa, his hands on my soft boobs, gently rubbing my sensitive, swollen
nipples. This was too close, I had to think of something quick. Then it
came to me, I pushed him down so he was sitting on the sofa. I quickly
turned around to show him my woman's ass, and secretly adjusted my cock so
it was no longer stuck between my legs. It pointed forward tenting my
Lacey panties, but no matter, he'd feel it otherwise. I started to gyrate
my hips like dancer, bending forward so he mighty be able to see my
stockings and panties under my short skirt. His soft panting behind me was
all I needed, it was working. I worked backward, sitting on his lap as I
gyrated my hips round and round, backwards and forwards. I knew his cock
was no longer in his trousers as it sat between my panty clad butt cheeks,
being massaged. He reached around and grabbed my tits, playing with the
nipples and the flesh as I massaged his hard cock with my curvy, womanly
ass. Occasionally he'd reach down to play with my belly button, but I
never let him go any lower. We both reached the edge at them same time,
and with one last flick of my hips he came between my butt cheeks as I
came in my little white lace panties. My groans made it obvious to him
what had happened and I knew we were both satisfied, but I also knew I
needed to leave quickly. My secret was safe for now, but I had to keep it
that way. Before he had even finished the last little post orgasm spams I
was heading for the door, may handbag covering the view of the bulge under
my skirt. "sorry, I must leave" I said as I ran out the door.
I didn't explain why I had left so quickly night before to him, I couldn't
think of a good excuse. I just apologised and said its not you, it is me.
I knew he understood for now, but I couldn't get away with it again. I had
to find a solution. The next few nights I saw him again, but I never let
the passion get too much, I couldn't let him know. Finally, he text me the
message I had dreaded, "we need to talk". I knew what was coming, I had to
stop it. But how? I sent a message back saying I'd suddenly had to leave
town and could speak, when I got back? It bought me time, but not much.
What could I do with it?
"Siri, how do I keep him I blubbed". "I found this for you Samantha", she
calmly replied. It was an article about a company that did top class sex
changes. They used the most advanced procedures to create an almost
perfect working pussy, quickly and which need almost no healing time. Of
course it was permanent, there would be no going back, I could only ever
be a woman. Siri booked me in. I don't know how she managed it, it was
arranged that I'd have the operation the next day.
Recovery was quick, within a few days any soreness had gone and I couldn't
see any scars, a combination of clever surgery and the latest healing
technologies saw to that. It looked like pussy in the mirror, and when I
touched it, it felt a pussy. I knew I could pull it off. I put on a robe
and sat down to rest.
Before I met him again, I new I had to do one thing. I flipped open my
gown and looked down. By now my figure was very curvy, more trips to the
clinic had seen to that. My boobs were blocking the view of my new pussy,
"I'm going to have to do this by touch" I thought as my fingers touched my
new lips. I was already wet with anticipation, my top class pussy
delivering on its almost perfect promise. But it wasn't what I was about
to do that I was waiting for, it was his cock again that was turning me
on. Maybe he'd come again between my butt checks, maybe in my ass, maybe
I'd let him into my new pussy first. It didn't matter, just thought of him
cuming, filling me with his seed was all I wanted. By now I new my new
pussy was working, I had two fingers pumping into my pussy whilst my other
hand was rubbing my new clit as hard as it could. I came, my new muscles
sucking my fingers even further in, but despite all of the new feelings I
was experiencing all I could think of was his cock.
I broke down when he told me. I thought my new pussy would sort out
everything, but it turned out he wanted to talk to me about something
else. "I have a problem" he said. I don't know why, but I can't have sex
with a woman alone, to have full sex, I have to be with both a man and a
woman at the same time, there is something wrong with my brain". Finally,
I understood why he loved me right from the start, when I was more man
than woman... because he wanted me as a man, not a woman. He wanted my
cock, and I had taken it away from him. "I'm so sorry" I blubbed. "No, you
shouldn't be" he said as he wrapped me up in his arms. We kissed, just as
passionately as ever. If we hadn't been in a coffee shop I'd have mounted
him there and then. Even if he couldn't have full sex, I knew I could
still make him come like I did before. "we have to try something" I said
unable to tell him what I'd done, and he nodded. He asked me if I wanted
to try it, and I nodded. As a man I should have been turned on by the
thought of a woman joining us, but I just wanted him. "meet me at home
tonight" he said, I'm sure you will enjoy it. With that he left and I went
home.
Okay, so I didn't have a cock, but he liked women as well and I was sure I
could make myself irresistible. I got out a black lace body. You could see
everything peeping through the lace, my puffy nipples, my smooth pussy
lips. I put on a tight leather skirt but decide to wear nothing else on
top. I'd take off my jacket when I got there and there would be nothing
left to the imagination. I knew he'd want me. Some bright red lipstick, a
perfect compliment to his cock finished it off.
I knocked on the door keeping my fingers crossed. He open it and explained
it was just us for now. "good" I said as I threw my jacket down, stepped
out of my skirt and lept up, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs
around his waist. Maybe having his cock so close to my new pussy would be
enough. We kissed, he grabbed my womanly butt and obviously enjoyed the
feel. I was quickly dry humping him, my new pussy desperate for his cum.
Within minutes we were throwing ourselves around on the bed, he was
stripped down to his boxer shorts, his manly chest and the bulge of his
hard cock on show. My lace body was still on, but it could no longer could
hold my boobs under the assault of his mouth. He looked up, and said "I
need someone else". I nodded, I didn't want her, but I needed him and I
could accept it.
He opened the door to the room, and there before me was a giant. Over six
foot tall, blonde hair and a huge, hard cock. "I gasped". They kissed..
Hard.. Passionately before me. I didn't know what was going on, I thought
it was going to be a woman, I could have coped with that, but another man?
His cock was the only one I wanted, I had never wanted another man. They
approached the bed and I slowly recoiled, the fear obvious in my eyes. He
sat down and gently stroked my leg, "it's okay, don't worry, you will be
fine". His touch was captivating, and I needed his cock. I loved him,
everything about him. I had to do this. I reached forward, taking one hand
of each man and raising them to my boobs. "please" I said and they did.
Within minutes we were lying on the bed together, I still wasn't sure
about the giant's cock, but I still wanted his. I was lying on my side,
him in front of me, the giant behind. I could feel both cocks sitting
between my legs and knew it was time. I had to take the giants first, I'd
loose it as as soon as his cock hit my pussy. He pulled the lace of the
body aside as I guided the giants cock into my ass, slowly. It hurt a
little, but felt far better than I had imagined, it felt just like my ass
had been made for it. He was careful and just left the head in there, I
didn't want to take any more. "I can do this" I thought, and as the giants
hands wrapped around me, squeezing both boobs, I knew I could. It was time
for his cock, the cock I really wanted. He had both hands cupping my curvy
butt cheeks, slipping his hands under the lace. He kissed me full on the
lips, sucking on my tongue as he pushed his cock into me. I came
instantly, unable to hold back. It was not earth shattering, but both men
knew I had accepted them and started pumping, driving me slowly backwards
and forwards between them. I could feel both cocks in me, almost rubbing
against each other, almost masturbating each other inside me. The driving
became more insistent, more passionate, but it was not enough. I needed
more cock inside me and he knew.
He pulled out and started adjusting his position, but I wasn't left alone.
The giant slid his hands down from my boobs down to my hips and dug in for
more purchase. He pushed, pushed as hard as he could and I took his whole
shaft into my ass. I screamed with both pain and desire as his balls
finally touched my ass. I was panting with the effort and desire, but it
wasn't over, he lay down his cock next to my face and his face next to my
pussy, a large dildo in hand. He was quick, slipping the dildo deep into
my pussy before going to town on my clit with his tongue. The sensations
were delicious, captivating, and I was being driven to the edge, feeling
the giants cock and the dildo jousting on my insides. But I only had my
mind on one thing, his cock, the cock I had changed so completely for was
finally just inches from my face. It was bigger than I imagined, and shiny
where it was tight, engorged. I tentatively tasted it, not knowing what
mans cock might taste like. Although it was salty, I had never tasted
anything more delicious and quickly took as much as I could in my mouth. I
was finally a full women, men's hands massaging my boobs and butt, and
cocks filling every hole. We all held on for each other, writhing,
driving, pushing each other relentlessly towards the edge and finally it
came. Every hole quickly filled up cum and pussy juice, covering each
others face and balls.
It was over, the greatest night of my life. I'd finally had his cock, but
I knew in the back of my mind I had a decision to make. I could love his
cock forever, that much I knew, but could I love both cocks. Was one night
of passion going to change me enough from where i had come? I didn't know
how I'd decide but then I remembered, Siri knows best.
Uma
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