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Becoming Tammy, Part 3
By Incognito
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Author's note: Part 3 of my series, "Becoming Tammy". Do give me comments
and feedback. It is shaping up to become a pretty long story, by the looks
of it. If I can keep myself from becoming repetitive and boring, it'll
probably run for about 10 parts.
Synopsis: John has switched bodies with his girlfriend Tammy to help her
with an exam. They quickly discovered that bodies were not the only thing
they switched, John retaining Tammy's girliness and kink for being
humiliated and used, forced to to things beyond her control. While
initially resisting, 'Tammy' is starting to accept these parts of her. In
Part 3, the couple are having guests over for dinner, old friends of John
from his college days (as well as fellow kinksters). Things get kinky for
'Tammy'.
WARNING: This part plays up the "Daddy-little girl" dynamic that has
previously been established. It is not meant as incestuous, nor to imply
pedophilia. It is meant, in the story, what it is for many BDSM role
players in real life. A way to underscore a relationship dynamic, and of
letting the submissive be dependent, vulnerable, playful or even childish.
Role play is about emulating parts of real power dynamics, stripping them
of (most of) their problematic parts and eroticizing them. Of course, it
has a tint of taboo which lends to its appeal, but it is still just role
play, in the real world and among the characters of this story.
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'Tammy' rushed to the bathroom as John went to open the door. She looked
herself in the mirror. Her makeup was ruined, her tears leaving trails of
eyeliner down her cheeks. She found her makeup remover tissues. Tried to
wipe it off, fixing it back up. It worked, but an observant eye could
still see that she had been crying.
She thought of wiping her crotch as well, but decided against it. 'John'
had told her not to, and if she was honest with herself, she felt a
perverse pleasure at feeling the sticky panties plastered against her
pussy, gooey cream rubbing between her lips. 'Tammy' slid two fingers down
inside them, rubbing herself lightly. Brought them up to her mouth. Sucked
them clean. Savored the tangy aroma of 'John', salty, mixed with her own
sweet juices.
Back downstairs, the guests were already seated at the table. 'John' had
opened a bottle of wine. "Tammy," Jenny smiled at her, getting up, hugging
her. "It's so good to see you. You look adorable!" Jennifer was wearing a
little black dress and stockings, elegant and sexy. Her dark, bob cut hair
tickled 'Tammy's ear as they hugged.
"Good to see you too, Jenny," 'Tammy' said, going over to Tom to give him
a hug as well.
"We've got a little present for you," he told her. She looked at him. "Go
ask Jenny, and she will give it to you."
She turned around to Jenny, who held her arms behind her back. "Jenny, can
I please have my present?" she said, trying to sound as cute as she could.
"Pick a hand."
"The left!" Jenny stretched out her right hand. It was empty. "No, your
other left!"
"This is my left hand." 'Tammy' saw the watch on her hand, and felt
stupid. It was her left. How could she be confused about that? Back when
she had been John, she had observed Tammy getting left and right wrong all
the time. Now, she was doing the same. Maybe it was just an effect of
switching into a body that was left-handed, when she usually was right-
handed, but she had a nagging suspicion that it was not.
Jenny stretched out her other arm, and held a teddy bear up in front of
her. A very cute little teddy bear! "Oh, thank you, Jenny, thank you,
Tom!" she squealed, grabbing the bear and hugging it tight! It was so soft
and fluffy. "I'll name him... Mr.. Teddy!" she said in her cutest voice,
giving them both a peck on their cheeks.
"Sweetie, it is time you went and readied the food," came 'John's' voice.
"Okay, Daddy." She left Mr.. Teddy on her chair, and went out to the
kitchen. A few minutes later, she came back out, carrying a large plate
filled with meat and vegetables. Her arms strained under the exertion as
she placed it on the table.
The talk floated freely, everyone enjoying themselves. 'Tammy' was having
a lot of fun playing at being a cute little girl. She didn't eat much, and
was careful with the wine, but, then again, there wasn't that much space
in her tummy anyway. As the meal started to come to an end the two men
departed on a discussion of philosophy. Tom was now a Professor at the
local University, having continued his philosophy studies after John had
changed his Major to theoretical physics. 'Tammy' tuned out, after noting
that she couldn't quite follow the intricacies of the conversation.
"So, Tammy, I have to say, I love your dress. It's so cute on you. Makes
you look a pretty little teenage girl." Jenny saved her, finding a new
topic for them to discuss.
"Thank you! I love it. Love your dress as well, by the way. You look soo
sexy."
"Thanks. So," she gave her a little wink, and half whispered, "does the
panties match? I bet you're wearing super-cute pink panties."
'Tammy' blushed. She thought 'John' had told them that she wasn't in the
mood for this kind of play. Then again, he had already gone back on his
promises twice since they swapped. First, by having her do housework.
Then, by taking her on the kitchen floor, fucking her senseless, her
pleading him to stop, wanting him to fuck her harder. She could feel the
results of that fuck in her panties, still. A cold, sticky wetness. Could
she trust 'John'?
Yes and no, she concluded. She obviously couldn't trust him to keep minor
promises. But she found she kinda liked that he had gone back on his words
like he had. Both - all three? - had led to amazing experiences. First,
she had been forced to take on a bit more of Tammy's role, and that had
pushed her to let herself go and enjoy her new body. Then, he had given
her the best fuck of her life, much better than any she had ever
experienced as a man. Both times, the breaking of the promises had just as
much been her secret desire, too embarrassing to admit. 'John' was pushing
her down a slope she wanted to go down. He knew her mind intimately, and
knew how to press all the right buttons to give her an incredible
experience. She trusted him to take care of her, to not push her too far,
of picking her up again if she fell. Of having her best interests in mind,
even when they ran counter to her express wishes.
'Tammy' looked back up at Jenny. "Yes," she whispered, lifting her skirt
gently, showing Jenny her cum-soaked panties. She leaned in, her hand
touching gliding up her tight, gently touching her clit.
"Did John give you a little fuck before we arrived?" she asked, breathing
in her air.
"Yes," 'Tammy' answered, her face flushing.
"Did you get to come, to?"
"Yes, Jenny."
"Lucky girl. Then I won't need to give you one here at the table." She sat
back up. 'Tammy' felt both her face and her crotch burning. "You simply
must join me for shopping on Wednesday. We'll find you a cute little
outfit to wear for your exam. I'll drop by at 1 o'clock to pick you up."
'Tammy' could do nothing but stammer a yes.
They finished the dinner, and the girls cleaned off, the men settling into
a pair of deep leather chairs by the coffee table. 'Tammy' found herself
discussing fashion with Jennifer, which she got quite a kick out of. She
couldn't discuss these sort of things with 'John'. They delved on the
colors that would be in this summer. "Pastels," 'Tammy' hoped. "They're my
favorites." Her mind was back in a girly-girl mode, swaying her hips a
little extra when she walked, amplifying her feminine gestures, and
discussing with Jenny with great involvement. They came over to the men,
bringing coffee. Jenny sat down in the couch, 'Tammy' ran over and got
Mr.. Teddy first. 'John' had already found a bottle of Cognac, and they
were both nuzzling a drink. There was also a bottle of Baileys on the
table, and a single glass.
"Pour yourself a glass, if you want," 'John' said to Jenny.
"Daddy," 'Tammy' looked at him, pleading. "Can I also have a glass?"
"No, sorry. You're a little young for liquor." She frowned.
"So, Tammy, John and I were discussing how you're doing at school."
"Good, I think. I have a problem with statistics, but I'm trying hard, and
I think I'll pass. I really hope I'll pass." She looked at him, and knew
her academic endeavors weren't what was first on his mind. A bulge was
forming in his pants, in anticipation of what was to come. So 'John' had
not told them that there were to be no play. John enjoyed letting Tammy go
down on his guests, and this evening was to be no exception. 'Tammy'
looked at 'John' pleadingly, mouthing "you promised", but couldn't avoid
giving her lips a little lick as she turned her head.
"Sweetie, don't you think Tom deserves a little extra thank you for
bringing you a gift?"
"Yes, Daddy," she answered, her face again reddening. Walked over to him,
the teddy bear hanging in her left hand, squatted down in front of him.
Her sticky panties once again called for her attention. She was about to
suck off her best friend. No, she was about to suck off John's best
friend, she corrected herself. She was Tammy, and she had done this many
times before. She had to compartmentalize her 'John' side, stop thinking
of herself as 'Tammy', as John in Tammy's body. She closed her eyes, took
a deep breath, and looked up at Tom.
"Thank you, Tom, for Mr.. Teddy. I love him." Her hand was in his crotch,
squeezing his hardening member. He sighed. "Do you like that?" Smiled a
teasing, innocent smile.
"Yes, Tammy. You know I do." She undid his belt buckle, unbuttoned his
pants. Softly, she reached in and lured the dick out. Gave it a few jerks,
until a drop of precome formed. Bent her head down, and licked it off. It
was sweeter than John's. Less musky, almost fruity. His dick was smaller,
as well. Not much shorter, but certainly not as thick.
Tammy plopped the head inside her mouth, and sucked hard. Moved up and
down, licking, sucking. She was doing it. Sucking off Tom, and she was
enjoying it. She felt really naughty, perching there, sucking him off,
with John and Jenny watching. She felt his hand on her neck. Expected him
to press down, to make her deep throat like Daddy did. He didn't. Instead,
he gently caressed her with his fingers. Tammy was almost disappointed.
Wanted to be held down on his cock. But in the back of her mind, she knew
Tom wouldn't do that. He was much gentler than Daddy.
After a few minutes of bobbing up and down, fingering herself through her
panties, Tom came in her mouth. He did taste sweet. She milked him, making
sure to catch every drop. Leaned back, and opened up, showing him his
seed. Swished it around with her tongue. Swallowed, and showed him her
empty mouth.
Tammy crawled over to Jenny, who was by now lying on the couch, one
shoeless foot resting on the back, fingering herself. "Come here, Tammy. I
want to be thanked, too."
She did as she was told, and found that it had much less attraction to her
than what she had just done. She didn't loathe licking pussy, but it held
no sexual appeal. It felt like a duty, something she did because her Daddy
told her to. That thought sent a little flutter through her tummy, though.
She wanted to be a good, bad girl for Daddy. But it wasn't like sucking
cock. The salty taste, the hardness in her mouth, down her throat. She was
relieved when Jenny finally came, her tongue and jaw aching. "Thank you,
Tammy," she said to her.
The turn had come to John. The thought of his monster down her tired
throat both appealed and didn't. She knelt in front of him, looked him in
his eyes. "Can I suck you later, John? My mouth is hurting too much."
He put his hand on her head, pressed her down towards his crotch. And
started scratching her in her neck. "Of course, sweetie." She nuzzled up
to his dick, breathing a sigh of relief, as the talk around the table
resumed.
The dinner party was over, the guest had left. It had lasted long into the
night. Tammy lay on the bed, naked, lounging on her side. She had finally
gotten to take off her panties. Sure, every time she felt the wetness, it
had reminded her of John taking her on the kitchen floor, and that
thrilled her, but they had started to become uncomfortable by the end. She
thought back on the day. It had certainly been eventful. As John walked in
she looked up at him and smiled. "I think I owe you something," she said,
and rolled over on her back. Spread her legs, feeling the cool air of the
bedroom against her crotch. "I want you to take me. I want to see as you
enter me, your magnificent cock sliding inside me and filling me up."
John moved into position between her legs. Tammy lifted her upper body up,
getting a better view of her slit. She saw John's penis, erect and ready,
hovering an inch from her puffy lips. He spread her legs even more,
forcing them out in a split position, and leaned it. She felt the head
touch her skin, saw it slip between her labia. Slowly going deeper and
deeper. The shaft disappearing inside her, John's pelvis meeting her. He
was all the way in, and it was marvelous! She was filled, stretched to her
limit, almost in pain. John started moving, in and out, and she watched
with fascination. The huge dick sliding inside her, piercing her. She was
a woman. In a way, she hadn't really realized that until now. She had
thought of herself as a girl for a bit, and she had done lots of girly
things. And when she was fucked on the kitchen floor earlier, she had been
in too much emotional turmoil to really think. But now, looking down,
mesmerized by the sight of the rod going in and out of her, it sunk in
with a completely different weight. She was a woman. She had a pussy, a
vagina, a uterus. She could get pregnant. Give birth. The little fantasy
in front of the bathroom mirror earlier felt more like a real possibility
with each thrust. The feelings, the sensations, made her feel a sort of
giddy joy. She even let a little giggle slip out of her. Looked up at
John. He leaned in, their lips met, nuzzling each other. She closed her
eyes, drew her breath, inhaled his masculine scent. He bit her softly. Not
painfully. His tongue was in her mouth, gently twirling around hers. His
hand was in her hair, pulling gently, caressing her. It almost tickled,
but in a good way. He was taking her gently this time. Making love to her.
Their lips parted, and she looked him in his eyes as they parted. Steely
grey, but with an expression of infinite affection. She was filled with
emotion - love and adoration for this wonderful man. A man who could make
play her strings like he did, making her soak her panties from kinky,
nasty feelings of fear, embarrassment, humiliation, even panic, and still
make her feel good about herself afterwards. So safe and secure she could
let him play with those feelings, could allow herself to let them loose.
And who could make her feel like she did now.
"I love you, John," she whispered. He quickened his pace, thrusting
harder, his penis swelling. She felt his seed shooting out inside her, a
warmth going up inside her. He pressed himself deep inside her until he
had stopped coming. Gave her a deep, passionate kiss.
"I love you too, Tammy."
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